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   "Where the Monkeys Have No Tails - A Palladin Adventure"



   by Dark Tower Gunslinger


Story_intro:
I had traded in my Chrysler SUV for a Volkswagen Passat when I started
attending classes on the college on the bluff.  My pad on the beach was a
one bedroom beach bungalow I leased for seven months at a rate of three
large a month.  I was living the lifestyle of the L.A.  beach bum with
money.  You paid a high price to have a Malibu address and it allowed you
to attract all kinds of talent to play beach blanket bongo on your
waterbed. Coeds, aspiring starlets looking for a producer and swallowing
any line you handed them (along with every inch of cock you could get
stiff) and tons of young beach girls with easily spread able legs and hard

bodies that would give Pinocchio a woody.





   Where the Monkeys Have No Tails - A Palladin Adventure (first book)

   Written by Dark Tower Gunslinger



   Chapter One



   I had traded in my Chrysler SUV for a Volkswagen Passat when I started
attending classes on the college on the bluff.  My pad on the beach was a
one bedroom beach bungalow I leased for seven months at a rate of three
large a month.  I was living the lifestyle of the L.A.  beach bum with
money.  You paid a high price to have a Malibu address and it allowed you
to attract all kinds of talent to play beach blanket bongo on your
waterbed. Coeds, aspiring starlets looking for a producer and swallowing
any line you handed them (along with every inch of cock you could get
stiff) and tons of young beach girls with easily spread able legs and hard
bodies that would give Pinocchio a woody.



   Life was good over that fall and winter.  The weather was shitty for
being on the beach but the pad and the atmosphere was very conducive for
pussy.  A college that was known as being liberal and intellectual, most of
the cunts going there thought their shit never stunk and all the male
students should just bow down and worship their precious, rich bitch
pussies.



   Me, I could care a shit less how they felt.  I either fucked them or
said fuck you when I got an attitude.  Any hot bitch that entered my pad
was well aware long before she got there she would be eating and fucking
almost three quarters of a foot of stiff cock in every hole she had.  If
she didn't buy into that action, she better be prepared to call a taxi or
hike it home to Bel Air.  And without dinner besides.  No free lunches in
my pad.  This wasn't no social welfare deal.  Move to South Central and
make yourself at home.



   I was taking several international law courses covering both Europe and
the Far East.  Since my local office had handled a lot of Pacific Rim
business I had kept fairly abreast of most major law changes but the
university really had a neat program that brought you fully up to speed.  I
had promised Jim Gallivan, the guy who had talked me into coming into his
global international law firm, that I would be ready by the spring and he
had already began to make preparations for me to run his Manila office
about May 1st.  That fit in well with my plans and although I seldom got to
see my tow girls Pammie twelve and Jill age ten, I wanted to bring them
over to manila for their summer vacation.



   Around the middle of April I made all my travel reservations and shipped
two trunks of clothes and goodies to the Manila office via air express. 
With the current state of affairs and all the turmoil brought on by the
shithead terrorists I had reservations about international travel but
little choice in the matter.  I was flying Air Nippon to Tokyo, had a three
hour layover then a Philippine Air flight direct to manila.  A lot of hours
in the air.  I had my laptop, a stack of about ten good DVD's and a good
James Lee Burke's Dave Robicheaux novel to relax through.



   The flight over the Artic Circle route put us into Tokyo a good fifteen
hours after I flew out of LAX.  I had about three double scotch's in the
bar and was feeling pretty mellow when I boarded the first class cabin of
the Philippine Air Boeing 747.  It was fairly crowded with an old couple in
the seats across the aisle.  I was on the aisle seat of a row of two when
an older woman with a blonde teenager came in.  The teen looked about
thirteen or fourteen, long legs, nicely shaped ass and hips and the good
beginnings of a set of tits tented out eh mid-riff tee shirt for some rock
group she had on.  The old lady folded herself into the seat in front of us
by the aisle and the teen tossed her walkman into the window seat.



   She had a small flight bag and she opened the overhead bin and reached
up to tuck it in.  I looked directly up and under the mid-riff tee and saw
two pert, up-swung teen breast sitting perkily on her small chest.  No bra,
huh.  This might get interesting.  She slid past my knees and flopped into
her seat, gum smacking in her mouth as she worked it at a high rate of
speed.



   The older woman looked between the seats and asked the teen,
"Comfortable, hun?"



   "Yea, sure, whatever," she replied in an exasperated voice.



   The woman leaned into the aisle and smiled at me.  "Pardon out little
cross talking.  I can't stand to sit next to her when there is only two
seats, she figits so much I can never get comfortable."



   "That's quite all right.  You have a beautiful daughter."



   "Oh my, she's not my daughter, she my granddaughter but thank you for
the wonderful complement."



   I took a closer look at the woman.  Her hair was cut short in a pale ash
colored pageboy.  Her features were refined and genteel.  Nice tanned
complexion, probably some surgery around the nose and eyes.  A nip here, a
tuck there.  Very little crow's feet, loose turkey skin on the neck.  No
wabble or waddle, whatever you called that loose skin at the throat.  I
would have guessed her at mid forty at the most.



   "Surely you jest, you can't be old enough to be her grandmother," I said
with a look of amazement in my face.



   "I'm afraid I'm guilty.  Gave birth to her mother at seventeen and she
had Sandra at age twenty.  Sandra's thirteen so that must make me fifty, a
grandmother long before my time.  I'm from Sydney and I picked my daughter
up in San Francisco from her father.  Her mother is back in Sydney and
we're doing a ten day stop over in manila and a week in Hong Kong before
going to Australia."



   "That's where I'm going to manila to start work there."



   "What do you do if I can ask?"



   I glanced at the teen who was still popping her gum as she listened to
some boy group probably named Insane or Boys to Punks or something.  They
all sounded the same.  Manually manipulated testosterone wailing and
grinding their hips so the teen queens could cream their jeans and fork
over the two hundred dollars for tickets, souvenirs and such.  Poor Dad,
stuck with a sniveling cunt with her puss full of juice and his wallet
empty while being forced to listen to all that crap.  Standing in a drafty
stadium with a jillion other idiots holding a small flashlight up singing
the current teen theme song.  As yes, I knew it well.



   "I'm a lawyer if that doesn't put me up for being thrown off the plane
at ten thousand feet.  Mostly I'm called something like chum of the earth
or the mouth that ate Hollywood.  I'm used to looks like that.  Just call
me Palladin, have legal code will travel."



   "Oh yes, Palladin.  I used to watch that on the telly out in the
Outback. Loved that song."



   "Yea, catch ditty wasn't it.  What are your plans while in Manila?"



   "Well everything is not fully set.  We are thinking about a trip to the
southern islands.  Maybe Zamboanga or some where like that."



   "Zamboanga, where the monkies have no tails, right?"



   "Yes, righto, those monkeys.  I had forgotten that little one.  Good
memory Palladin."



   Our discussion was interrupted by the red headed stewardess assigned
first class as she brought us two long stemmed glasses of champagne.



   "Something for you honey," she asked Sandra.



   "What?" the teen said taking off her headsets.  "Oh, same as them."



   "I'm afraid not dear, I think you're legally shy of the required age. 
What about a nice glass of fruit juice.  I have papya or passion fruit?"



   "Whatever.  Give me the passion stuff, maybe it'll make me hot to trot."
She put her headphones back on and went back to smacking her gum.  I was
thinking I could give her a good smacking about that time.  The gum was
driving me crazy and the noise incidence seeping around the earphones was
quite disturbing.



   I watched the redhead make her way to the small galley midships.  She
had a nice large ass, was about five foot ten in heels and had a nice
complexion.  British I suspected hearing the accent.  Smattering of
freckles across the nose and arms.  After giving everyone drinks and
passing out pillows and blankets she slipped out of the formal blue flight
jacket.  As she arched her back to slip the garment off I noticed the full
thrust of her tits as they strained against the thin white nylon blouse.  A
lacy half cup bra was clearly visible before she donned one of those
customary smocks for the flight.



   This would be a night flight with us chasing the setting sun clear
across the Pacific.  Probably eleven of the fifteen hours in darkness. 
Lots of time for sleep or whatever.  My erotic daydreams started
immediately led by me fucking the red headed stewardess while the teen
sucked her big tits.  I even thought of a few ways to involve Evelyn, the
grandmother into the sex play.  Well shit, I can daydream can't I.



   The only problem with that kind of day dreams is Mr.  Peckerhead can't
stay asleep long.  I had amused the teen enough to take off her headset and
watch Castaway on my DVD.  She got a kick out of the plane crash over the
Pacific and the desert island bit.



   "If you were stranded like that guy would you rather have Wilson to keep
you company or me?" she breathed in my ear at the end of the movie.



   "Well hell, you of course."



   "Why."



   "You're a human being not a piece of sports equipment.  Plus, I could
probably think of a few things to do with you it would be hard to do with
Wilson."



   "Like what?"



   "Never mind, let your imagination do the walking."



   I went back to reading my Burke novel while she curled up in the seat
and pulled the blanket around her.  Her ass was facing me and I kept
glancing down at the rounded rump and having thoughts of easing my nine
incher between those cheeks.  Believe me I had fucked younger than that up
the ass.  Specifically, my nine year old daughter, Jill.



   About an hour later the cabin lights had dimmed really low and I had
settled into a deep sleep with my legs stretched out in front of me and
reclined back.  Suddenly I realized the zipped on my pants was being slid
down.  I felt a small hand reach in and grasp my limp cock.  It was a warm
hand and I cracked one eye and saw Sandra bent over, intently focusing on
her hand beneath the blanket working at my cock.



   Soon my cock responded to the touch, especially when she began to run
the skin up and down the shaft.  Soon she had achieved a full blown hard on
from Mr.  Peckerhead.



   "Ummm," she breathed feeling the taunt muscled cock.  Soon she shifted
to a squatting position on the floor in front of my seat and her head
disappeared under the blanket.  Within seconds a warm mouth enveloped the
mushroom shaped crown of my big prick.



   I let out an involuntary gasp as I felt her tongue flick the piss slit
and wipe out the gob of pre cum that had rapidly formed there.  Suddenly I
felt something brush my shoulder.  I yanked my head around to find the red
headed stewardess standing at my elbow looking down on the hidden action.
Suddenly she leaned over and lifted the blanket.  She had a small
flashlight the stews used to find stuff in the darkened cabin and she
shined it down into my lap.



   Sandra's eyes darted up briefly, wide open in surprise but not stopping
the head action she was putting on my cock.  Thick stands of saliva ran
down both sides of my cock as her tongue danced in and out of her mouth. 
Her jaws were fully distended to engulf my cock head and about four inches
of my cock.



   The stewardess began a low panting sound and went into a partial crouch.
I reached down and ran my hand up the stocking clad leg past her knee up
her thigh until my hand encountered the edge of her skivvies.  I slipped
tow fingers into her slot with ease and found her sopping.  I ran my
fingers in and out rapidly as she crouched and grunted to the action.  I
took my thumb and wetted it in the runoff leaking down her leg.  Sliding my
thumb up a notch I launched it past her tight spincter into her rosebud
arse which really brought out a groan from her throat.



   The action was going full speed ahead with me bringing the stew off and
little Sandra rapidly about to receive a juicy reward for her oral efforts.



   "I'm going to cum in your mouth honey, get ready," I told the teen.



   She merely nodded her head up and down, never stopping the mouth action.
I cut loose a gallon sized blast and as the stew saw my juices come
squirting out of the sides of the young mouth to roll and nestle in my
hairs, she shook, quivered and had a tremendous orgasm.  I was afraid she
would let out a scream and some sky marshal would fill me full of holes
before realizing I was not a terrorist killing the stew but just a pervert
bringing her boiling hot pussy off.



   Chapter Two - Manila and beyond; the adventure continues.



   Chapter Two



   Big Red stepped away and went to the galley.  Sandra came up off the
floor and began licking the cum off her fingers, her mouth a gooey mess
from the strands of ropey cum still clogging her mouth and lips.  I looked
at my crotch and saw a mass of cum strands entwined in my crotch hairs, all
over my balls and cock.



   Just then Red came back with two hot face towels and passed one to the
teen.  Sandra started to say something, hopefully thank you, but the
cloying sperm in her mouth stifled any conversation.  She simply began to
wipe her lips and face trying to clear off as much as she could.  Big Red
bent over and began to run the hot towel over my sensitive genitals.



   "Ohhh" I gasped as the hot cotton hit my dickhead.  The blowjob had
sucked not only the cum out of me but had made my dick too sensitive to
touch.  At least for now.  But the hot toweling felt good especially on my
now depleted balls.  I looked up at Big Red with a shit-eating grin on my
mug.



   "Feel good?" she asked, smiling back.



   "Ohh yea baby, more than I can tell you."



   "I liked that little performance, it was hot as hell.  I haven't cum
like that in years.  My name is Susan, what's yours?"



   "Just call me Palladin, that'll do."



   "Are you staying in Manila?"



   "Yep, permanently at least for some time to come or should that be cum
with a u?"



   She chuckled.  "I'd like to see you again, I've got a seventy-two hour
lay over.  How can I contact you?"



   She completed the wipe job and I reached for my Day Runner.  I had a
Palm but I had grown used to the paper product too and printed out my day
sheets from my laptop when hooked to a printer.  I took a business card and
scratched out my hotel in Manila on it.



   "Just ask for Palladin, that's how I'll be registered."



   "Hmmm, just Palladin huh?"



   About that time Sandra got enough cum out of her mouth by continually
swallowing and squeaked, "Can I have a ginger ale or something to wash down
this, uh, you know, stuff?"



   "Sure hon," Big Red or Susan said.



   She came back in a minute with two tall glasses of champagne and handed
one to each of us.



   "You deserve a little after that performance," she said and Sandra just
grinned and started sipping the champagne.



   We were nearing Manila and the sky was lightening outside the cabin
windows.  Passengers started to stir as the stew announced breakfast would
be served in fifteen minutes.  The old couple threw off their blankets and
began a conversation with Susan's grandmother.



   Soon she turned and looking between the seats said, "Well, little lady,
did you sleep well?"



   "I sure did Grans but I had the strangest dream.  I was eating the
biggest ball of cotton candy ever and it kept melting and turning into
marshmallow cream.  But it was really delicious.  Funny, I can still taste
it in my mouth."



   "That's nice dear.  Get your things together now, hear.  We'll be
landing in Manila in an hour.  Where are you staying Mr.  Palladin?"



   I gave her my hotel's name.  "Oh, that's not far from ours.  Are you
familiar with Manila?"



   "No maam, I'm afraid not."



   "Well, you will be living there right.  Will you get another place to
stay?"



   "Eventually, when I get more settled.  I won't start work for three
weeks so I wanted to do a little sightseeing and such."



   "I've been there a hundred times and know all the islands.  We're going
on a two night, three day trip to Zamboanga, do you know where that is?"



   "No you mentioned that earlier but I though you had not made up your
mind yet."



   "I really hadn't until I talked with the Murchison's there," she said
nodding to the older couple.  "They told me about their trip there and I
decided that was what we would like to do.  I'm going to book it for Monday
as soon as I get to my hotel.  Would you be interested in accompanying us?"



   "Oh please Mr.  Palladin," Sandra said reaching out and grabbing my
hand. Her middle finger did a little teasing tickle in the palm of my open
hand.  "I'm sure we can have a lot of fun there, don't you think?"



   "Let me call you, where are you staying?"



   "At the Peninsula Manila in the Makati financial District.  I have some
holdings in Manila and I like to oversee how they are doing occasionally.
I'm registered under Fontaine.  Please call us and let us know and I'll
book you too."



   Wow, I thought, my hotel was pretty up class but the Peninsula was the
finest.  Rooms topped out at almost three grand a night for the penthouses.
I promised I would call her and Susan, who had been listening said, "Sounds
like a lark.  Why don't we go with them?  I'll switch to a later return
flight next Friday and stay over a little longer.  I'm the second senior
stew on this run so I can call my own shots.  Two nights on a tropical
island with you, what more could a British girl ask for?"



   "Stew?  I thought you birds wanted to be called flight personnel or
something like that?"



   "I'm just an old fashioned girl at heart.  Like stew better."



   I agreed and as the plane settled in for a landing made a promise to
call and probably book the trip.  Who knows with a thirteen year old sexpot
and a beauty like Big Red, what could go wrong.  Unfortunately in the next
ninety-six hours I would find out.



   As I departed the flight the old gentleman who had been across from me
reached and grabbed my elbow.  He whispered, "Thanks sonny, I ain't had a
hard on like that in years.  Missy gave me a good hand job though.  I'll be
sure and thank you as soon as I get to my hotel and get the missus in bed.
I'm going to plow her a new one."



   I looked at the two of them in open faced amazement and really flipped
when the silver haired grandma went by and nodded, smiling like a Cheshire
cat at what she was about to receive courtesy of Palladin's little blow job
adventure.  I walked off the big jet feeling pretty proud of myself.



   What can I say about Manila?  A little known island until the big one
started.  The brass at the Pentagon had always suspected the Japs would
attack Manila or some point in the Philippines, never Pearl.  When the war
ended, the U.S.  kept a strong military presence in the surrounding
countryside especially at bases like Clark, Subic Pay or Cubic Point.  The
P.I.  became a staging ground for Vietnam, a quick R & R stop for all the
Navy ships off the line for a few days rest and replenishment.



   The bar scene was wild back then, with anything goes.  Little hookers
barely into their teens and with cunts just barely sprouting pubic hair
would squat over a Coke bottle and pull five-dollar bills out of the bottle
top with their tight-lipped cunts.  Or fart and blow out a candle stuck in
a bottle.  Wild stuff, just barely stopping at onstage sex shows which came
later in more private clubs.



   When the war was winding down in the early seventies gambling casino's
came into play, sucking millions of dollars out of servicemen's pockets. 
But when the pullout came from Vietnam, the U.S.  military presence was
doomed.  A volcanic eruption helped seal Clarke's fate and the Navy lost
its lease on the bases at Subic and other areas.



   The first thing that hit me when I walked out of the international
airport was the heat.  It was late April and already the heat was like a
solid brick wall of uncomfortable moisture that stuck your shirt to your
back and made large balls of sweat roll down your back to nestle in the
crack of your ass.



   I hailed a nice cab in a two-year-old Ford and we sped towards my hotel.
All along the way were the ever-present Jitneys, leftover jeeps from the
war converted to local taxis.  They would hurdle down the narrow streets
and roads at breakneck speed and barely stopping, disgorge or embark their
passengers for a few pesos to go down the street a mile or two.  I loved
the way they were decorated.  Colorful fringe on the roof, psychedelic
colors for a paint job.  Didn't take much to think you were back in the
sixties for sure.



   I was staying at the Diamond Hotel Manila right overlooking Manila Bay.
I had a corporate account but the room I had on one of the top floors was
priced at four large a week.  My boss sent me the reservations so I thought
if he's paying, why not.  Besides, he'd be pushing me into local housing
even quicker at this rate.



   It was only about forty minutes by cab in the morning rush.  I was ten
minutes from the Mikati financial district where Mrs.  Fontaine and Sandra
(call me Sandy was her parting wave and comment) were staying.  Susan was a
little further out and closer to the airport where all the flight personnel
stayed.  She had been forced to ride in with the crew, a company policy,
but I had talked with her long enough to learn she was born and raised in
England in a little commercial town called Croydon, near London.  Started
flying for Scandinavian Airlines mainly on their Copenhagen to New York
route.  Switched to the Far East with Quantas and then was lured away to
the P.I.  airline when they were looking to upgrade their first class
stews.



   I got settled into the hotel marveling at the lavish combination of
black granite, marble and opulent gold leaf creating a 1900`s art deco
postmodern design.  I was in one of the Club Floor VIP suites; a huge set
of two rooms, living room and bedroom overlooking the bay and with a
private VIP lounge for the VIP floors serviced by a private lift with VIP
only keycard.



   The bath was really opulent with a sunken tub with Jacuzzi and a shower
big enough for six people.  I settled in and called Susan and asked her
what her plans was.  She told me she was completely free except for picking
up a birthday gift for a roommate in Tokyo.  I teased her asking if "it"
was male or female and she said we had not known each other long enough for
her to divulge her personal life.  I rang off with a "fuck you" as we
agreed she would taxi over for lunch.



   I met her in the Palm Court café where we had a salad and some shrimp
pasta.  She made me promise I would let her take us out to dinner tonight
and I agreed.  She was wearing a summer type dress, hitting her at mid calf
and quite form fitting.  It showed off her peaches and cream complexion and
the accompanying scatter of freckles across the cleft between her tow large
breasts.  The chiffon was a peach color and cut enough to really catch the
eyes of all the males in the room.  Her red hair set off a perfect picture
of an English girl but when she turned her back to the room I could see
attention stiffen as they got their first glimpse of her classic English
arse.



   After some coffee, we caught a taxi a mile or so over to the main
shopping district.  As soon as we stepped from the cab the heat hit us. 
Susan seemed to be immune while I was sweating my arse off.



   "Why aren't you sweating your British arse off in this heat?"



   "Dear me Palladin, what heat would that be.  This is a cool day in the
P.I.  compared to summer.  If you're going to live in the Far East you'd
better become acclimated with three things quickly; the weather, the
Oriental woman and the way of doing business."



   I informed her I had done plenty of Pacific Rim business but she
schooled me on the fact that if I lived in the Far East I had to shed some
of my Westernized views and began to think like an Oriental.  I had to
become aware there were distinct social levels that could not be overcome
by politics or political correctness.  I told her I was familiar about the
barrios in L.A.  and in Mexico and she was quick to point out the P.I.  had
no Good Neighbor Sam to the north to slip into and increase your wealth
potential.



   "Look at the young girls in the shops here.  They make a pittance
compared to someone working at your McDonalds in Hollywood.  But they'll
kill for a job in the commercial district.  They look very smartly dressed,
good wardrobe and nice appearance.  But that's due to the shopkeepers
supplying them the clothes and makeup they need.  Can't have them show up
in their normal wardrobe, can we?"



   "But, they still make shit, pardon my language, for salary and leave
here to ride a jitney or bus an hour away in shanty town.  Look around the
world; see it repeated again and again in every culture.  That is the real
war going on right now between the third world and the U.S.of A."



   "Are you through moralizing Miss United Kingdom, that never enslaved a
country in your history."



   "Truce," she smiled as she bought a few things and we headed out of the
district.



   "Want to come back to my pad, said the spider to the fly."



   "Only if the spider promises to thrill me with that super large wang I
saw, said the helpless fly, spreading her legs and opening her sopping wet
gash."



   "Shit baby, more talk like that and I'll fuck you in the cab."



   "Promises, promises."



   On the ride back to the hotel I didn't fuck her but we got into some
serious tongue action and I had a good feel of those melon sized bobs of
hers.  She was moaning and writhing on the back seat and I swear that damn
cabbie was jacking off looking into the rear view mirror.  He came close to
having two accidents until I screamed at him to keep his fucking eyes on
the road.



   She made the appropriate cooing comments about my room, quickly turning
her back for me to unzip the dress.  I willingly did and she stepped out of
it clad only in bra, see through panties and cream colored stockings that
came up her thighs and stopped a few inches below her panties.  A nice pink
garter held them up and surrounded her waistline.  She had a gold ring in
her navel and I was amazed to see one in her left breast.



   "Company approved?" I asked pointing to the nipple ring.



   "Heavens no, they'd shit a brick.  I don't wear them on my flights,
foolish, how would that look under my sparkling white blouse.  Coffee, tea,
tug on my nipple ring?"



   "What about down below?"



   "Well, you'll see soon enough, but, yes, I did get that little part
pierced too.  Just a tiny one but it really gets me hot to tug on it and
feel my clit stretch."



   "Lets see."



   "O.K., but you shed some clothes too, big boy." She reached behind her
and undid the clasp on the lacy bra and let if fall into a chair.  They
were every bit as lovely as I thought they would be.  Gently tipped with
large, soft, aureoles that probably never stiffened fully, just wrinkled
slightly.  The freckles continued a pattern across each breast, only
stopping a few inches from the tips.  Full, very little sag but apparently
natural without any silicone or other type of enhancement.  I felt Mr. 
Peckerhead give a jerk and assume the position at half-mast.



   I had my shirt off and shoes and socks as I started to drop my trousers
she took off the garter belt after unhooking the stockings and sat on the
edge of the bed.  She crossed her leg and started peeling off the cram
colored hose.  First one and then the other giving me a nice view of her
long legs and the vee of her crotch barely covered by the see through
panties.  If she had bush it was the thinnest or palest color I'd ever
seen.



   I dropped trou and she eyed my erection poking out the front of my boxer
shorts.



   "Oh my, juts for me?" she asked coyly standing up and grasping the hem
of her panties.



   "Unless you've got a mouse in your pocket which I think is impossible
since you have no pockets."



   My breath was expelled in a single rush of air as the panties came down
to her ankles and as she stepped from them and straightened up I saw the
most beautiful pink pussy framed by a crop of the most beautiful silky
reddish pubic hairs I had ever seen.



   "If I said you looked good enough to eat would you believe me?"



   "Would I or is that wood eye, wood eye.  Never mind old joke just popped
into my mind.  One of the crazy things that pop into flight attendants
minds."



   "Oh being political correct are we?"



   "Well, one of us should be for what we're about to do.  I think it's a
crime in about seventy percent of the civilized world."



   "Well they better get their laws changed don't you think?"



   ************************************************************************



   Chapter Three: Palladin gets in deep with a red headed angel and thinks
about those damned monkey again.



   Chapter Three



   I dropped my under-shorts and let her get a look at Mr.  Peckerhead.



   "Oh my, he's bigger than I remembered but of course I did not get a
clear view in the dark."



   "It's not dark now, baby.  Come give it a formal inspection."



   She crossed the thick shag carpet and dropped to her knees in front of
me.  Her emerald green eyes glazed up at me as she rubbed the foreskin up
and down.  A look of utter lust was in her eyes and she was making a low
cooing sound deep in her throat.



   "Give us a kiss, huh?"



   She bent her head forward and let her lips caress the glands.  Her
tongue tickled the underside and then ran to the tip to sip off the cock
nectar that had already started to gather there.



   "You are the juicy one Palladin."



   "I've got lots more than that ready to go.  Come on; let's see how you
suck cock.  Are you any better than that thirteen year old on the plane?"



   "Just watch me," she said drawing my cock head deep into my mouth and
running that hot tongue all over the mushroom shaped tip.  For the next
five minutes she not only sucked my cock, she engulfed my cock.  At one
point I thought for sure she was going to swallow the entire nine inches
until her lips stopped about two inches above my groin and she made deep
choking sounds from her throat.



   "Oh baby, you do give good head.  Did they teach you that in flight
attendant school?"



   Hardly I got taught at my father's knees and by the two older pilots I
shacked up with at nineteen after I got out of school.  They were both oral
freaks and were overjoyed to see me on my knees with a big, nobby cock in
each hand sucking and trying to get them both off at the same time.  I
learned to love the taste of sperm."



   That caused my balls to reach a boiling point and I reached down and
grasped her under her armpits and brought her to her feet.  Her full tits
were mashed against my chest, my cock jutted up poking her above the belly
button a few inches.  I kissed that cock sucking mouth and was rewarded
with the flavor of my own cum.  How could I be reticent when she was
willing to swig down everything I spit out into her mouth.  We swabbed each
other's mouths until we were both panting then I threw her on the big bed.



   I crawled to a position between her legs and pushed my face into her
fragrant cunt.  Beautiful red cunt hairs.  No, not just cunt hairs.  My
father used to tell me when he was in the Navy involved in electronics they
had precise measuring methods.  A very close and fine measurement was
described as within an RCH which stood for "Royal Cunt Hair." But an even
more precise measurement was a RRCH or "Royal Red Cunt Hair." Susan had
RRCH's all over her bush.



   I slipped my tongue in between those ruby red cunt lips and speared deep
into her molten depths.  She let out a loud gasp, and began to bounce her
hips off the bed.  A few minutes later she grabbed the hair on top of my
head and mashed my face into her groin as she groaned out a prolonged
orgasm.



   I immediately slid up until my still stiff cock was poised at the
entrance to her now very wet cunt.  I pushed past those lips into her tight
cunt mouth and rammed her very deep.



   "Oh easy, stud, you're bigger than you think and I'm a small girl down
there."



   "Fuck you bitch, take it like the tramp you are."



   She moaned again at the dirty talk and as I slid a good seven inches
into her cunt.  But I was at bottom; she had a tight, shallow cunt.  We
fucked furiously for a good twenty minutes.  I counted at least three cums
from her and we went through at least five different positions.  Towards
the end we were into cowgirl forward and I reach behind her and eased a
finger up her ass after dipping it into the runoff from her juicy cunt.



   "Oh yes, you bastard, bugger my bum with your fingers and I'll cum real
hard."



   I did and she did.  Then she hopped off me and whispered, "Enough,
you're going to kill me.  Let's leave a little for later."



   She swooped down and again engulfed my cock in her mouth.  Within three
minutes I was spraying her mouth and throat with cock sauce.  Much as had
happened to Sandra, she had a hard time swallowing the big load and quite a
bit escaped the corners of her mouth to soak the shaft and my pubic region.



   "Sorry, no warm washcloths.  How about a shower?"



   We jumped out of bed and I ran a hot shower.  We spent a good half hour
soaping each other and then we got dressed to go out for dinner.  She
slipped on a nice, light pants suit with jacket.  A sheer silk blouse, all
in a cream color which I readily saw she looked the best in.  She had
brought a small suitcase with her so I had no doubt she had planned on
staying awhile.  Boy, was I one lucky son-of-a-bitch.



   We also kicked around the Zamboanga trip and she convinced me to call
Mrs.  Fontaine and let her know we would be thrilled to go with her and
Sandy.  I briefly talked to the older lady and she said she would make
arrangements tonight.  We would fly down Monday morning and return on
Thursday, spending Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday night there.  I asked
Susan if that was all right and she nodded yes.



   We went to a restaurant within walking distance.  Pancho Villas.  She
made me promise to eat what she ordered.  It was combination of
cross-cultured Filipino dishes with Mexican dishes.  All very, very hot. 
Muy caliente.  She ordered us two bottles of the local beer, San Miguel
which she said just had to be pronounced "San MaGoos" to be correct.  The
bottles came ice cold and with a kick.  Alcohol content approaching those
potent brews like in Jamaica called Red Stripe.  Tall bottles and after
three or four in the tropical heat you found yourself walking with a
definite twenty to thirty degree list to port or starboard.



   I ate the spicy shrimp and the burrito filled with some delicacies I
could not identify and downed at least a half a dozen bottles of San
MaGoos. My gaze often fell on her opened jacket and the two beauties
encased in a lace bra underneath.  As I thought about how those soft
nipples felt in my mouth and between my teeth my cock began to rise.



   The serving girl was a saucy little Filipino tart and Susan continuously
talked to her in Tagalog, the native language, and they would both look at
me and fall into laughter.



   "What's so fuckin' funny," I slightly slurred, realizing the San McGoos
were creeping up on me.  Fuckin' Indian beer, ready to ambush the unwary
white gunfighter, Palladin, I thought.



   "She asked if you were good in bed and how big your cock was?"



   "She fucking did not.  You're kidding me."



   "No, I'm not.  I've known Lucy for a few years.  She's seventeen and she
started her at fourteen.  Her brother is the manager so they can bend a few
laws.  Do you find her attractive?"



   I took a closer look at the girl.  Short, very short, barely five foot
tall.  Long black hair down to the waist, flashing brown eyes and a
complexion like olive oil.  Her face had the slight pinched monkey features
of her race but led to more cuteness than unappealing.  Small ass and thin
legs.  Her serving outfit was a Spanish serving winch with a white, scoop
necked peasant blouse and black short skirt with heavy layer of petticoats
standing out.  As she swirled among the tables, I caught glimpses of her
legs up to her thighs and they looked good.  Once she bent to pick up a
dropped menu with her back to me and I saw a flash of the hem of white
panties encasing a nice, small ass.



   "Yea, sure.  She's really nice."



   "Would you like to fuck her?"



   "Whoa, I'm a lawyer remember, I know better than be caught in that trap
answering that."



   "No silly, I'm not trying to test you.  I told her where you were
staying and she asked if I thought she'd like to try a three-way.  That's
all."



   "That's all.  A three way with a young girl like that.  What do you
say?"



   "Look Palladin, I'm no prude.  I've done the route.  You name it three
ways, four ways on up to pulling trains at the Hong Kong Hilton for two
dozen drunken flight personnel for three straight days.  How do you think l
I got so much seniority.  It wasn't up in the air, serving drinks in first
class.  I've done DP's, bi, and even tried a German Sheppard one time when
I was really stoned on some good dope.  So I'm no angel and neither is
Lucy. She's been around.  Her brother uses her to attract rich customers to
have parties here.  In the back room.  A dozen or so men with local talent
and Lucy doing what Lucy does best."



   "What's that?"



   "Oh a serving here, a cock squeeze here, a cock sucking there, a fucking
there, a cunt sucking over there, two cocks over here, and so forth.  She's
been around for her age.  So, she would ask if she saw an attractive man
especially if he was with me.  She knows I wouldn't be with anyone that was
not cock worthy.  And, believe me, you are cock worthy."



   "Thank you maam, I am deeply honored by the complement," I said in my
best Palladin Western drawl.



   Just then Lucy came by and whispered in Susan ear.  Susan said a few
words to her and Lucy smiled big time.  She looked at me and winked and
poked her tongue briefly though her lips and swirled away.



   "Well?'



   "It's all set.  She gets off at ten, that's in fifteen minutes.  We'll
take her with us."



   "When does she have to be home?"



   "Are you kidding me?  I hope you have about three hundred U.S.  on you.
If you do she'll stay the night, give her brother a hundred and be happy
with the two hundred to spend."



   "She's a hooker?"



   "No, not quite.  But she's doesn't give it away either.  Her brother
would kill her to give out freebies.  Every thing in the P.I.  has a price,
honey, even me."



   "What's your price?  Don't tell me you're about to lay a bill on me
too?"



   "No silly, not that kind of a bill.  I just want my men to understand
the free spirit I am and be willing to bend a little in the morality
department."



   "Hey, just call me Bendable Buddy anytime.  Especially when it comes to
young pussy."



   "Oh yeah, how young?"



   "The younger the better."



   "Under thirteen?"



   "Yes, sure, younger the better I said."



   "How young have you had sex with?" she asked, a sparkle in her eyes.



   "Mummble, mumble, mumble."



   "What?"



   "Oh shit, I said nine years old."



   "Where did you find a nine year old?'



   "My daughter," I said dropping my head and actually blushing.



   "Wait, not another word.  I have to hear this story in bed with your big
cock available for me to wank and suck on as you tell me this.  I'm going
to have the best cum I've had in long time."



   "Knock yourself out."



   "You se that little girl in white over by the cash register?"



   "Yea, what about her?"



   "That's Palmina, Lucy's brother's daughter.  She's eleven and cute as a
bug.  What if I could talk Lucy into bringing her to your hotel too?"



   "You're kidding, right?  How are you going to do that?"



   "You'll see, just wait."



   A half hour later we piled into the cab.  Lucy in front with the driver
and Susan and I in back with little Palmina between us.



   "How did you do it?" I asked.



   "I upped the ante to eight hundred smackers," Susan said with a smug
look on his face.



   "Does her father know?"



   "Shit no.  He thinks she is going to be dropped off at Lucy's Uncles
house where Lucy lives.  The mother and father live out in the boonies."



   "But, will he cut off my balls when he finds out what I did if I do
anything with his daughter?"



   "Nope, the damage will be done.  Just give her the five hundred dollars
to take home to Daddy and I'll call him and explain things got out of hand.
She has to lose her cherry sometime and five hundred makes the loss a lot
easier for Dad.  That's the way of the world down here."



   "Shit, five hundred smackers to bust a cherry.  How in hell am I going
to work that into my expense account?  You better be sure she's cherry."



   "Lucy," Susan called to the front seat, "is she still cherry?'



   Lucy grinned and said something to the little girl in Tagalog then she
said in English, "Sure, want to check?"



   Susan's hand darted to the hem of the eleven year olds white dress and
she drew the frock back exposing narrow bone thin legs and a pair of white
cotton panties.  The girl let out a gasp and tried to push her skirt back
down but a harsh rebuttal from Lucy made the child stop her efforts.  Susan
slipped a finger directly under the edge of the cotton leg band and pulled
back the fabric to expose the slit beneath.



   Her pussy was a narrow cut of dark flesh, crimson lips barely visible,
no clit seen.



   "Go ahead," Susan said, nodding to the exposed slit.



   I ran my finger down over the small navel and over the cleft until I
grazed the slit at the top.  The girls shivered and withered on the seat.



   "Be fucking still," Susan barked and whether the girl knew English or
not she stopped her movements.



   I pushed my index finger to the bottom of the trench and made an
entrance between the tight lips.  I managed to gain a slight headway before
I came up on her maidenhead.  I pushed at it briefly and the girl moaned.



   "Yep, she's cherry as hell," I said withdrawing my finger.



   "God forgive me, I've got to have a taste of that right now" Susan
squawked.



   I saw the cab driver sneaking furtive glances in the rear view mirror
and I told Lucy, "He's about to kill us all."



   Lucy laughed and said something to the driver.  She slid across the seat
and I peered over from the back seat.  I watched her fish out a dark
six-inch cock fully erect and began to vigorously stroke it.  After a
minute of this she bent over and engulfed the cock head in her mouth.  The
driver grunted and within fifteen seconds let out a loud groan.  Lucy made
gulping sounds and I saw a small sliver of cum run out of the side of her
mouth.  Her tongue quickly corralled this maverick and she withdrew her
mouth leaving the cab drivers cock sparkling clean.



   "Now drive the fucking cab," I barked and he nodded and floored the car.



   I looked around to see Susan's head buried in the pre-teen's crotch and
loud a slurping sound coming from the area of her crotch.



   God, I thought, this girl really likes to eat.



   Chapter Four: A tasty four-way before departure to the land of Monkeys.

   Chapter Four



   Susan slobbered in the little girl's crotch the entire remainder of the
cab ride.  Just as we turned into the drive into the ritzy hotel entrance I
pulled Susan up by the head of her hair. "Look decent time, kiddo."



   She had a dazed look on her flushed face.  The little girl had done a
mess job in her well groomed red hair, causing it to stick up in strange
places.  Her face was smeared with saliva and anything else cutey pie had
leaked from her cunny.  I quickly handed her my handkerchief as she fumbled
in her purse and she did a rapid wipe job just as the door man opened the
cab door and doffed his plumed Spanish helmet.



   We departed and I worried about bringing this little entourage into the
hotel.  Most first class hotels will stop what looks like a gang bang
preferring the clients to use their own hotel staff to arrange approved
hookers for parties.  I guess my position in the VP suites had its
privileges since as I crossed the marble lobby the desk man, whom I had
never seen before said, "Evening Mr.  Palladin, are you enjoying Manila?"



   He ran his eyes over the three women with me; Lucy bouncing along in her
peasant outfit, eleven year old Palmina in her white cotton dress with her
head bent low, chin touching her chest and Big Red Susan, flushed to the
gills trying to steady her hands which gripped the young girls frail
shoulders guiding her towards the elevators.  He smiled a big grin and
shouted to us as we reached the entrance to the elevators, "Have a very
pleasant evening and call if you need anything."



   "Just a minute," I said to the three women or women and girl.



   I went back to the desk clerk and leaned over the counter and said in a
low voice, "Do you know where I can get some primo weed?"



   "Sure, South Vietnam's finest, one of their better exports even in a
Communist country.  Give me fifteen minutes.  How much?"



   "Oh, enough to party on for a day or so I guess.  You should know about
how much, right."



   "Sure," he grinned.  "You sure you don't need any help up there.  You
seem to be out manned and the big redhead looks like she could take on a
battalion."



   "Say what.  Give me a call in about three hours and I'll let you know."



   "Thank you Mr.  Palladin, I get off in two hours and I will gladly wait
around for another hour to answer your needs.  Will one be enough or will
you want extra.  I have a bellman named Ernesto and many of our females use
his talents.  They call him the bull."



   "Keep him handy too, I'll let you know.  Gotta go, hot company waiting.
And, send up a magnum of your good champagne, not the four hundred a bottle
stuff but the better stock."



   "Right away, sir."



   I joined the women and we rode up to my suite.  Lucy immediately ran
over and started the bath going adding a full bottle of hotel bubble bath
until the bubbles were running out of the tub.  She quickly shed her
clothes revealing a thin chest with two small cones of breasts.  She had
large eraser like nipples and her sex was a dark smear hidden in a thicket
of black curly cunt hairs.  She turned to her little niece and began to
unbutton her frock.  The girl made a movement to shrug off her hands and
Lucy barked at her.



   "What did she say?" I asked.



   "She said if she didn't fucking settle down and do what she told her to
do she would beat hell out of when they got to Uncles.  Besides, she told
her, if she did good, she could buy two brand new wardrobes next week."



   The girls eyes began to sparkle and she smiled and allowed Lucy to
undress her.  Susan and I followed suit and I glanced at the small eleven
year olds body.  No breast to speak of just small nubbins of nipple
beginning to harden in the air conditioned room.  A spattering of light
black cunt hairs at the top cleft of her cunny but only a sparse spattering
around her cunt lips.  Her slit, as I had seen in the cab, was barely
visible, well tucked into her cleft but her mound was very pronounced.



   We all got into the tub and Lucy began to soap her niece's body.



   "Let me," Susan said taking the loofah and applying the soapy sponge to
the dark skinned girls back and sides.  She pushed her up until she was
bent over the rim of the big tub and soaped between her slim ass cheeks. 
The child barely had any buttocks but I did see Lucy had a full set of dark
cheeks.  My cock was beginning to become very interested in all this
nubile, wet flesh in close proximity.



   Susan turned her around and soaped her nipples and worked down to her
cunt.  She took a long time in liberally applying the liquid soap to her
cleft and nether regions.  Lucy washed herself, ignoring our presence but
occasionally as I turned and moved in the water eyeing my erection as it
surfaced like a submarine.



   "He's very big, Susan, just like you said," she squealed in passable
English.



   "Told you," Red said lathering the young girl and starting to move her
over to a Jacuzzi jet.  She positioned the young girls cunt directly in
front of the blast and let the hot water wash into her cleft.  The little
girl groaned and squirmed in Susan's arms.



   I moved my legs apart and propped a couple of pillows under my ass, my
favorite way to get blown.  Lucy said a few words to Palmina and she shook
her head negatively.  Lucy barked at her some more words in Tagalog and the
young pre-teen shook her head vigorously.



   "I think we can solve this little standoff," Susan said, going over to
where my pants were folded across the back of an arm chair.  She slid my
leather belt out of my pants and brought it over to the three of us huddled
on the floor.



   "You or me?  She asked.



   "I'll give it a shot.  I haven't beaten a young girl's ass in quite a
while."



   I stood up and grasped Palmina by the wrist.  She tried to jerk away and
I merely hauled her across the room to the king sized bed.  Sitting down, I
drew her across my lap, her naked ass shining as she twisted trying to
escape.  Susan came over and grasped each of the child's wrists in hers and
stretched until the girl was fully extended across my lap.  The oily pubes
of her bald snatch shone occasionally as her legs spread and she twisted
about.



   "Whack!"



   I cut a sharp slash across both the cheeks of her ass.  The girl arched
in my7 lap, her ass rising a full foot as she attempted to maneuver away
from the onslaught.



   "Whack!"



   She was crying, tears pouring down her face and falling on the shins and
thighs of my legs.



   "Whack!"



   This one caught her full across both cheeks and since she was struggling
wither ass arched high, the belt caught her across one side of her pubes,
leaving a bright scarlet line.



   "Aieeeeeee," she screamed.



   "You think you might reconsider now?" I asked.



   Lucy repeated the question in the girl's native language.



   "She said yes, anything you want, just don't hit her again."



   I let her slide off my lap and she made a dash for the door.  Lucy
caught her half way across the room and slapped her so hard the girl
tumbled on the floor, ass end over tea kettle.  Her shiny red cheeks and
oily pubes flashed as she almost did a handstand and then Susan had her by
both ankles before she could regain her feet.



   "I really think she needs a good ass fucking to settle her down, don't
you think?"



   My cock was as hard as an iron bar after the nude lap spanking.  I loved
seeing those slim cheeks flashing about and had envisioned sliding my big
cock between those tender cheeks.



   "Yea," I said huskily, the passion in my voice almost making me
speechless.  "Put those pillows under her belly and hold her hands."



   Susan and Lucy positioned the child and I got the baby oil.  I lathered
my cock stand liberally, allowing that I was about to embark on a tight and
dark journey.  I stood back, admiring the scene of the pre-teen, her ass
cheeks spread wide by Lucy while Susan held her hands.  Susan had also
moved the child to a position where her face was nestled into Susan's
spread crotch as she squatted on the carpet.  I could see she had a plan
also.



   I pushed my big mushroom shaped cock head between the slim cheeks and
butted them against the wrinkled anal mouth.  Taking a finger I smeared
some of the baby oil pooled along the girls slim cunt lips and ran my index
finger to her anus.  I pushed in and was rewarded with a grunt and a quick
movement as Palmina tried to draw away from the intruder.



   "Relax child, the more you struggle the more it will hurt.  Just relax
your butt and the pain will go away."



   Lucy quickly translated and I again moved my cock head to her anal
mouth. I pushed but could not force entry.  I repeated the baby oil
routine, this time adding a second finger and trying to add a third but the
accompanying yells and screams and the sudden trickle of bright red blood
from a corner of her anus told me I had reached the limit of elasticity. 
Or so she thought.  I would need almost four fingers to match the diameter
of Mr.  Peckerhead.



   I didn't remember this problem when I ass fucked my nine year old
daughter those many months ago but then, I remembered, she had been
violated by a foot long black cock before I took her.  I didn't have a foot
long to prepare Palmina with so I went back to pushing at her backdoor. 
After a ten minute struggle during which the child had to be gagged to
stifle her screams, I managed to pop my big crown past the spincter and
into the first four inches of anal canal.  Muffled groans told me the pain
was almost at the maximum now.  Boy, she was tighter than any ass I had
ever remembered.  How did this girl ever take a shit?



   Lucy bent over the cheeks of her young niece.  "Good, you got that
monster in there.  I was about to think it wouldn't fit.  You gonna put all
that up her?'



   "I'm going to try, "I grunted as I leveraged another two inches up her
tight ass.  Six in, three more to go.  I maneuvered around, pulling Palmina
up into a kneeling position so I could really jam downward and forward at
the same time.  Within a few more jabs I was buried in her colon, my wiry
crotch hairs brushing the tender folds of her bald cunt.



   "Buzz that pussy, Susan, see if we can get her excited."



   Susan took her small pocket rocket vibrator shaped like a small
flashlight and twisted the tip.  A strong hum came off the tube and she
reached under the child and placed it against her clit.



   "Ohhhh," Palmina suddenly wailed, the pain changing to a surprised sound
of possible pleasure.  For the next ten minutes we worked on her and then
took the gag out.  By this time the pre-teen was lolling her head on her
shoulders, her long hair brushing across the carpet as she lunged back at
the cock in her ass and the vibrator on her clit.  Lucy added two fingers
in her slit and the girl launched into her first climax.



   I pilled from her ass and Lucy, without asking, swooped down and sucked
my cock into her mouth.  She cleansed the length for a good six inches and
then popped it out of her mouth.



   "Hold her tight," I said, drawing my prick up a few inches and pushing
at the fleshy folds of her virgin cunt.  I violated her cherry hole and
tore through her hymen.  Again the loud screams for a few seconds but the
girl was so highly sexually excited, it only took seconds before she was
moaning in pleasure at the big cock plundering her pussy.



   I pulled out and put her in a missionary position, drawing her slim legs
up until they were next to her ears and her bottom was straight up in the
air.  From here I really began to pile drive that slim twat until I could
hold back no longer and felt the jizz flying up from my oversized and
constricted gonads.



   "Going to pop my rocks," I announced.



   Immediately Lucy pushed me off her niece, fearing an unwanted pregnancy
of the young girl which would mean her brother having all of us killed. 
"Cum on her face, Palladin," she begged.



   I did as she asked, scooting to a position where my ass cheeks were on
her bony chest and my big cock pointed at her full lips.



   "Open your mouth," I said.  Apparently she understood this without
translation because she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue.  In a
few strokes I blasted five long cock streamers of thick, ropey cum up and
over most of her face.  I sealed one eye completely closed and dropped a
large amount on her lips.  When I finished shooting I pushed my cock tip
between her lips and she began to lave it with a slim tongue.  Swiping the
remaining cum off the tip and out of the gaped open cock slit.



   I fell forward, my two hands resting on the carpet beyond her head and
my breath coming in raged pants.



   "Tired...  too tired to poop," I panted.  "Gotta rest, get food."



   The girls chuckled at the big man's collapse.  Lucy and Susan cradled
Palmina in their arms and then drew her back to the bath where they bathed
her wounds and caressed her baby soft skin.  God, I thought, if that little
girl trusts those two vampires, she is really in for a surprise.



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   Next Chapter Five: Reinforcements arrive in the nick of time.



   Chapter Five



   I watched Susan and Lucy cuddling Palmina, wiping all the cum off her
face and lips and kissing her again and again on the mouth.  Susan's hands
ran down her small concave belly into the vee of her crotch and fingered
the slimy trough her now used pussy offered.  She slid down to a laying
position and pushed her face into the slimy mess.  Her tongue rapidly
explored the combination of male and female fluids that had collected in,
out and around the girl's vagina.



   Palmina whimpered as the soft tongue explored her sensitive flesh petals
but did not try and push the red headed stew away.  Lucy licked the last of
my cum from the face of her young relative and held the girl lightly in her
arms.  I was waiting for these two to try and push me into more action.



   I stretched and looked at the clock.  Almost 1 a.m., Manuel said he
would get off at midnight and wait around for an hour.  I dialed the front
desk.



   "Is Manuel still there?"



   "Si, is this senor Palladin?  He has been waiting for your call."



   A second or two later Manuel came on the line, the anxiousness showing
in his voice.  "Senor Palladin, is it time?  Do you require the assistance
of Manuel and El Toro?"



   "Yea, I sure do old buddy.  These three have me whipped.  Can you guys
come up?"



   "Give us ten minutes, senor.  Tell the ladies help is on the way."



   I hung up and chuckled to myself.  True to his word within ten minutes
there was a knock at the door.



   "Get that, Lucy, will you please?"



   The slim girl hopped up and went to the door.  Her face broke into a big
smile when she saw the Bull.



   "El Toro, are you here to party with us?"



   Bull came in pushing a large cart.  He pushed it near the coffee table
and uncovered it.  One end was filled with appetizers.  Shrimp and crab
legs.  At least two or three dozen large oysters, cheese puffs, egg rolls
and small meaty sandwiches.  On the end of the cart was an assortment of
sex toys.  Dildos large and small, vibrators, butt plugs and other items, a
few I had never seen before.



   Two large buckets were filled with chilled champagne and cold San
MaGoos. Bull passed me a beer and I quickly unscrewed the top and chugged
about half the foamy cold beverage.  Everyone dug into the food and booze,
famished for fuel to get the libido charged again.



   Quickly I saw Lucy drawing Bull off to the side and kissing and fondling
the humongous bulge running down the length of his left trouser leg.  Susan
was smacking her fingers and polishing off a whole passle of giant crab
legs.  Her lips were coated with the mayonnaise dip she was using.  The
girl knew how to eat.  Manuel was busy fondling little Palmina.



   "Senor, have you done the act with this leetle one or was she not a
virgin?"



   "Oh she was virgin in both holes but she is not now.  In either hole
that is.  Sorry Manuel."



   "No worry, Senor Palladin, I did not look forward to the deflowering of
a virgin anyway.  Sometimes it is both a pain in her little pussy and a
pain in the man's ass, no?"



   "Yes, I agree.  But take it easy with her she's still tender."



   I turned to watch Bull and Lucy.  The girl had his pant down around his
knees and was busy sucking on his fat cock while she kneeled between his
legs.  I was amazed at the size of his cock.  Even semi-erect it was
approaching a foot long.  She barely fit the large head in her small mouth
and was busy making humming sounds as she licked and swabbed the big head
with her tongue.  Susan, seeing her plight, left the coffee table and her
crab and scooted over to kneel alongside her Filipina friend.  Moving her
still mayonnaise moistened lips over the bulbous crown of Bull's prick, she
slipped her mouth down over the head and engulfed the first three or four
inches.  Bull let out a loud moan and flopped his head back and fell
backwards on the bed as the redhead sucked in his staff.  His hands went to
her head and grasped the fine red hairs as he guided her mouth to the more
sensitive points of his cock.  Lucy contented herself with licking his
balls and the lower third of his cock.



   Watching the two was reviving my sexual interest or maybe it was the
nine or ten oysters I had eaten along with the two bottles of potent beer.
I watched as Manuel gingerly peeled the petals of Palmina's little reddened
labia lips apart and began to gently lick at the hidden folds and clitoris
that peeked from a small mound.  The pre-teen began to moan and also
grabbed his head, guiding him to the spots that gave her the most
sensations.  She was a quick learner.



   I slipped off the couch and went over to Palmina who was lying on her
back on the carpet.  I slipped my half erect cock up close to her lips and
she turned her head and, without a murmur, started licking and sucking the
mushroom crown.  Her mouth tasted a sliver of translucent cum as it oozed
from the tip and fell on her darting pink tongue.  She did a humming sound
and delved deeper into my piss slit, looking for more tidbits of cum juice.
The girl was becoming a cum hog.



   Bull meanwhile had slipped a couple of pillows under Susan's big ass and
was busy reaming her tight pussy with his elephantine cock.  It looked over
a foot long and as big around as my wrist.  He had about nine or ten inches
jammed in and she was moaning and thrashing about on the floor, arching her
back and trying to draw more of that pleasure giving piston into her hot
snatch.  The red hairs fringing her cunt were glistening with their
combined sex juices and her pussy male a squelching, farting noise each
time Bull withdrew and rammed in again.



   Lucy was leaning her face close to the action, her widened eyes taking
in the pretty red fringed pussy sucking up more and more of the giant cock.



   "You go girl," Lucy squealed as Bull managed to get all but the last
inch or inch and a half into the thoroughly filled cunt.



   "Oh Gawd, yes, jam it all the way in you bull fucker you," Susan moaned,
gripping the twin cheeks of the man's ass so hard ZI thought she would
surely break the skin.



   I lay down on the carpet and motioned my finger towards Lucy.  She
scrambled over the deep shag and went right for my cock with her mouth
without me asking.  I gripped her hips and swung her around until her
pretty black haired pussy was over my face.  I grabbed the cheeks of her
silken ass and drew her pussy to my mouth, licking at all the now juicy
folds since she was so sexually turned on by Bull and Susan's sex play. 
Within seconds my face was coated with juice and Lucy had managed to drive
her mouth down over six inches of my cock, gagging as it repeatedly hit the
back of her throat.



   "Ohh yea, suck it all you little whore," I barked at her, biting into
the folds of her pussy and causing her teeth to briefly clamp down on the
base of my cock.



   "Don't bite bitch or I'll be forced to beat your ass off."



   She nipped one more time and I swung her off me and sat up.  Drawing her
quickly across my lap I began to lay some heavy slaps across the cheeks of
her butt.



   "Whack!"



   She squealed and wiggled on my lap, trying to draw away.



   "Whack!"



   Her squeals turned to moans and I saw a trickle of liquid drip from the
base of her cunt and run down her thigh.



   "Whack!"



   She arched her ass high in the air and moaned deeply.  I stopped my
slaps and drew the cheeks of her ass apart.  Dipping my finger in the
sluice gates of her pussy I brought my index finger to the rosebud of her
anus.  I tickled the star fished hole until it was well lubricated and then
slipped a finger in.



   "Ohhhh, that hurts sooo good," she moaned.



   "You want it fucked?"



   "Oh yea, but please fuck my pussy first.  I've got to cum soon and I'll
cum a lot quicker with you fucking my pussy, please?"



   "O.K., since you asked so nice."



   I slipped my cock through the folds of her wet sex and hilted most of my
cock deep into her liquid depths.  This brought out a loud groan of
satisfaction form the kneeling teen.  I glanced at Manuel and Palmina to
see what action was going on there.  Apparently Palmina had overcome her
aversion, if any, to cock sucking, she had Manuel's whistle and was blowing
it with great gusto.  Her cheeks kept hollowing in on the intake of his
medium sized cock and he was holding her head, moaning softly.  Susan moans
were much more pronounced as Bull drove his wedge again and again into that
red fringed grotto, the white juice was running out in rivers to pool in
the crack of her ass and drip on the carpet.



   I felt Lucy go into a contracted orgasm and quickly unhilted from her
silky cunt and ran the head of my cock between her trim cheeks.  Pushing
forcefully, I managed to invade her colon and push into her anal
passageway. The shit chute was extremely tight, as I had hoped it would be.



   "Easy big boy, that hasn't been used too much and I think you win the
prize for being the biggest yet."



   Hearing her words spurred me on even more and I really began to pump and
ream her out.  Suddenly the sounds of sex were interrupted by the ringing
of a cell phone.  I glanced at the nightstand next to my bed and quickly
ascertained it wasn't mind.



   Susan said, "Shit," and pushed Bull off of her, hopped to her feet and
went to her overnight bag.



   "Hello.  Well bully shit, isn't that grand.  And I guess she's dying,
right?  When?  Three a.m.  departure lounge.  Shit man it's almost two now,
give me a break.  All right, I'll be there, don't crap your pants."



   She hung up and turned to me with a sorrowful look on her face.



   "Sorry Palladin, no monkeys for this redhead.  I got stuck replacing a
sick stew on an overnight to Singapore.  Forty eight and then a hop to Hong
Kong, seventy-two and back here.  I should be back by the weekend."



   "Anyway you can get out?'



   "Nope, joy of being senior, you get first up when a first class stew
gets sick.  Bitch is probably shacked up with some long-dicked Luthansa jet
jockey and don't want to get out of the sack.  Flu my ass."



   She went to the Jacuzzi and ran some more hot water and quickly soaped
and washed herself off.  Bull came and sat on the edge of the tub, washing
her back and soaping and washing her boobs.



   "Easy big guy, one more rub and I'll be out of work.  Put that big gun
on safety and I'll get all you've got in a week, O.K.?"



   Bull nodded sadly and handed her a towel and robe as she got out.  She
quickly dried and went to a suit bag she had brought and took out her
uniform.  Dark blue skirt and matching jacket went on over the Frederick's
of Hollywood lingerie.  A blue neck scarf completed the outfit and she
gathered her bags.



   "I thought you said they were against any real sexy underwear on stews."



   She smiled and shrugged, "This is a dead-eye and I know both the pilot
and co-pilot, well let's say very well.  They won't rat me out and besides,
with my motor running as fast as it is I plan on a lot of lap time in the
co-pilots chair on the way over while those first class goons snooze."



   She gave Bull another kiss, blew Manuel and Palmina one and came to Lucy
and I.  Bending down she kissed Lucy's upraised face and kissed me deeply,
her tongue flicking inside and probing my gums and other areas.



   "Susan," Lucy asked, "can I go with Mr.  Palladin to the monkey land in
your place and take Palmina too?"



   "I don't know honey, if they have room I see no problem.  What about
Palmina's Dad?"



   "No sweat, I'll call him and tell him we're gonna take a short vacation
and I'll watch out for her.  She's out of school next week anyway.  He'll
be glad to get her out of his hair."



   Susan smiled and left.  The two Filipina girls were chatting back and
forth so excitedly I could see any major fucking was on hold.  I un-hilted
from Lucy's ass and saw Manuel sitting by the couch, dejectedly staring at
his wilting erection.



   "Unless you two want to bugger each other I guess the party's over," I
said, flopping on the bed and opening another beer.



   Manuel looked at Bull and said in English, "Come on Florita's working
seventeen and eighteen.  We can both fuck her before we go home.  She loves
a D.P."



   They both thanked me and I gave them both a two hundred dollar tip.  Man
was my expense account taking a beating but I could chalk it up to good
customer relations, I guess.



   The two girls were holding each other in their arms kissing laying on
the carpet.  I fell asleep halfway through my beer.



   Chapter Six: A Trip to the Monkeys

   Chapter Six



   The next morning I called Mrs.  Fontaine at her hotel and explained that
Susan had been forced to bail on the trip but I wanted to bring two other
girls if that was all right.  She said she'd call me right back and within
twenty minutes confirmed all of us booked for an eleven a.m.  flight to
Zamboanga.  The local airlines was scheduled to be a two hour flight.  By
the time we were ready to board, the gate was unmanned and two mechanics
had the cowling off one of the two engines on the DC-9 and were busy
chunking parts out onto the tarmac.



   This gave me an opportunity to survey the waiting passengers.  Mrs. 
Fontaine and the ever sexy teen granddaughter, call me Sandy.  Sandy
dressed in a pair of tight yellow cotton clam diggers, so tight at the
crotch the lips of her sex made a beautiful and very pronounced camel toe.
Her bolo cropped top stopped above her belly button where a silver ring
pierced her navel.  The sway of her small breasts told me she was once
again braless.



   Across the aisle was a family of six.  An elderly grandfatherly looking
gent with a young couple and three children.  The two girls appeared to be
about thirteen, Sandy's age, the boy a year or so older.  From the close
resemblance and size of the two teen girls I figured they must be twins. 
Each was wearing a safari outfit of khaki shorts and shirt, loose fitting
at the legs and a pair of hiking boots and white, thigh high socks.  Mom
and Dad and junior wore something similar but with more color.  Gramps had
a pair of Dockers on and a tee shirt that said Grateful Dead on it.  He had
a cane and smoked a pipe which he was forced to go out on the tarmac to
light and puff on.



   Another pair were two college age girls that looked like they were
probably on one of those youth hostel trips.  They were pretty unruly
looking, frizzy blonde and brunette, dirty shorts and tops and big
backpacks leaning against the seats.  I immediately put them in the dyke
category when the blonde leaned over and planted one on the brunette's
lips.



   A single woman of about thirty-five was sitting alone, reading a romance
novel and looking for all the world like a school teacher or librarian. 
She wore a long dark blue skirt, slit up one leg to about mid thigh and a
pastel silk blouse.  A pale cream scarf was tied at the throat and her pale
blonde hair was cut close to her face and neckline.  From the way she
filled out the silk blouse she was full breasted also.



   That completed the group.  All fourteen of us.  Since this was an
escorted tour and we were all booked into the same hotel, I wondered
whether the guide would fly down with us or meet us in Zamboanga.  About a
half hour later a tall, blonde woman came into the lounge.



   "Are you the group for Zamboanga?" she asked.  She had a Swedish accent
and was about five foot ten.  Full build, very athletic looking, long legs
and muscular thighs.  Great ass parked in a pair of tight pants and a loose
white shirt opened at the top almost halfway to her navel.  When she went
by me and turned slightly I had a full view of most of her left breast all
the way to the nipple.  No bra here either.  Things were perking up Mr. 
Peckerhead said, coming alert and to attention.



   "My name is Erica and believe it or not, I am your tour guide.  My
mother and father were Catholic missionaries in the southern Phillipines
and I was raised around the southern islands and Cebu.  I know the ins and
outs of most of those places like the back of my hand."



   She raised her palm up to make the point and I saw the lift of her full
tits against the thin material of her blouse.



   "Easy big guy," Lucy whispered at my side, giving my ribs a jab.



   "Anyway," Erica continued, "I have an announcement to make." She
unfolded a paper and began to read a pronouncement from the Phillipine
government about terrorist activities in the southern islands and Muslim
extremists.  I had been warned before.  I'd been forced to sit through a
forty minute presentation before I left with a person from the state
department warning me of the kidnap possibilities while I was in the P.I.



   "Having read this, is there anyone that would like to cancel their
trip?"



   There was a pregnant pause and I saw the twins mother cast a worried
look at her husband and then the kids.  The boy punched the bigger titted
twin in the ribs and giggled.  She punched him back on the arm and looked
very worried but said nothing.



   "No one.  O.K., a bunch of brave soldiers I've got under my command. 
I'm informed the plane will be ready to leave in thirty minutes and so we
are only a little over an hour late, no?  Please get your bags together and
wait for me to lead you on board."



   She walked to the ticket counter and began to talk to the swisher type
guy handling the gate.  I watched the full cheeks of that beautiful ass
swing across the floor as she moved.  She leaned over and I saw the male
ticket taker eyeing down the front of her shirt at her full tits.  Boy, was
she wasting her time with that one, I thought.  She laughed and punched his
arm smartly, causing him to draw back in pain from the blow.  Looks like
she likes to play rough, I thought.



   Eleven women and four men.  Well two men, a decrepit old man and a boy.
We were definitely in pussy heaven.  Even the twins mother was not too bad
to look at.  Thin blonde, definitely worked out a lot.  Trim ass and legs
and taunt thighs.  Not much in the tit department but that tight ass
counted for something.  Both the twins must have adopted that ass because
they really filled out the seat of those khaki shorts.



   During the general mixture of conversation and introductions I had
pieced out the facts that the Partridge family was a group of decent
born-again Christians from Lawton, Oklahoma.  Father Ron Hubbard and wife
Elizabeth, just call me Lizzie.  Son Sean and twin daughters Casey and
Tracey who I quickly identified by Tracey having the biggest tits and
becoming Miss "T" and I thought of Casey as being cunt or Miss "C." Easy
enough.



   Gramps was, well, just Gramps, I guess.  Never heard any other name for
him.  And the lonely lady turned out to be a school teacher sure enough. 
Sherlock Holmes strikes again.  Named Jennifer from Seattle and taught a
bunch of junior high pukes.  No wonder she was anxious to get into the
jungle and away form that bunch.  The two college dyke types were Eleanor
and Anita and I kept getting which was which confused.  All they did were
hold hands and giggle to each other.



   Right before we boarded the plane an old couple looking like the perfect
National Geographic picture of the southern archipelago island natives
walked in.  The old guy had a wire coop with four chickens in it and when
the fruity little guy at the gate check-in objected to him bringing them on
board, a small riot broke out.  Mama had her jaw filled with a plug she
kept spitting into a Styrofoam drinking cup to the distaste of the gateman.
When he told her she couldn't bring it on the plane, she simply gave him a
dirty look, spit the chaw on the floor and handed him the cup.  He held it
at arm's length, gingerly took it to a trash receptacle and dumped it
quickly, walking back, disgustedly wiping his hands on his pants.  It was
going to be an interesting flight.



   We boarded the plane that had been subdivided into passenger and cargo.
Only about thirty seats were available, the back two thirds of the plane
was for cargo, a lot more precious commodity than passengers down here. 
The pilot came walking through from the back hatch, dressed in khaki's that
had seen better days.  Grease stains on the pants and he had black greasy
stuff under his fingernails.  His cap was a slouched affair making him look
like an advertisement for one of those Indiana Jones movies, big bands of
sweat coloring the edges around the brim.



   He nodded and smiled at each of the better looking women, actually
stopping and taking to the twins and Sandy as he went by.  He must have
known Erica from previous flights and gave her a wide berth with only a
brief smile.  Erica gave him a drop dead look.  He barely glanced at the
old man cradling the chickens in his lap.  He had probably seen stranger
scenes in his times.  I imagined a guy with a couple of pigs that he would
not release to cargo.  I was glad I was not employed to clean up this
airlines planes after arrival.



   The two hour flight made two short stops en route to Zamboanga.  We
finally landed close to four thirty in the evening.  A small caravan of
vans picked us up in three groups and took us to the resort hotel, The
Island Princess Resort.  It was low rent all the way.  The imitation grass
huts standing on poles ten feet off the ground.  A nice screened in veranda
on each porch and all the modern facilities.  But the dirt was still
noticeable in the corners.  This was a quick turnaround place.  If it's
Tuesday it must be Zamboanga type of thing.  No one stayed long enough to
notice they were in a third rate dive priced as first class.



   No one except Mrs.  Fontaine.  She took one look around and started
wrinkling her petite nose.  "Wait until I get my hands on my agent in
Manila," she muttered while already complaining about the lack of service.
It turns out that Lucy, Palmina and I were sharing a duplex bungalow with
Sandy and Mrs.  Fontaine.  After a dinner of fish cooked over an open fire
and various fruits along with rice and assorted other area delicacies we
adjourned to the veranda, me sipping my ever present San MaGoo and the
women enjoying a bottle of white wine.  I notice Evelyn said nothing about
Sandy drinking and only batted an eye at little Palmina's sipping the
grape.



   "I do say Palladin, you seem to draw a strange entourage where you go.
Just how many of those two are you humping" Mrs.  Fontaine asked.



   I choked on my beer and muttered, "What?"



   "I don't think your companions are along for the scenery, are they? 
After your little episode with Sandy on the plane I put you in the category
of master cocks man.  Did you hump that red headed flight attendant also?"



   I took a deep sip of my beer.  "Let's just say we had a chance to get
better acquainted.  How did you know about Sandy and I?"



   "You didn't think I would sleep through a blow job like that, did you.
Besides, Sandy and I keep no secrets.  She started blabbing as soon as we
were in the cab, didn't you dear?"



   Sandy smiled and sipped her wine.  "She's just like her mother too.  I
started doing three ways with her Mom when she was just fifteen.  We'd fly
to San Francisco on some shopping excuse and spend a week at Saint Marks
fucking some of the most gorgeous hunks around.  Don't let anyone tell you
there weren't some great straight guys back on the Bay in the eighties. 
Disco all night and fuck all day.  Those were the years.  Then her Mom got
married to one of the men we had spent a few days with.  Rich attorney but
that only lasted eight years.  She had Sandy and then they divorced, Mom
and Sandy coming to stay with me in Australia, Dad back in the states."



   "You said she's just like her Mother?  You mean doing the three ways,
too?"



   "Of course, silly boy.  Not only three ways but last month in Hong Kong
at the Hilton, we took on a group of five Japanese business men for three
days, the three of us."



   "Three?"



   "Yes, Sandy, me and her Mom.  What three did you think I meant, her
Dad?"



   My mind was spinning with the thought of that erotic combination.  I
picked up another beer and twisted the cap.  Looking down at my Docker
shorts I could see Mr.  Peckerhead had really liked the Hong Kong story. 
He was on red alert.



   "Would you consider Sandy and I joining your company this evening for a
little fun and games?" the older lady asked grinning that sexy, evil grin
that had probably caused a million hard-on's in the last forty years of her
life.



   "Do you think we are a little understaffed on the male side?"



   "Oh I don't know.  Who said you need as many men as you do women.  We
girls know a lot of ways to have fun and I've got a travel bag full of
toys, don't I baby?"



   Sandy grinned and nodded her head enthusiastically.  "Big ones, too,"
she said.



   We slipped inside and the ladies started stripping off their clothes.  I
watched both Evelyn and Sandy undress.  The teen just grabbed her bolo top
and stripped it off in a flash, never hesitating or embarrassed about
exposing those twin puppies of hers.  Evelyn was more slow and deliberate.
She took her blouse off and then her bra.  Her breasts were very full,
probably a "D" cup and had been augmented slightly.  No woman of fifty
could be that full breasted without support.  She stripped her shorts down
and I saw the red thong she had on.  Her ass cheeks were full, the hours
she had spent in the gym paying off along with the expensive surgery that
had taken off any excess.  As she peeled off the thong she bent to step out
of it.  She was completely shaven , not a hair on her snatch or her ass
and, as I turned to see the teen step out of her panties, I found Sandy to
be equally bald.



   The two Filipina girls watched the white women undress, slow to rush
into stripping in public.  Evelyn saw their hesitation and quickly went to
Palmina, slipping her blouse off her shoulders.  "Don't be shy, little
one," she whispered, "no one is going to hurt you here, we're just here to
have fun.  You want to have fun, don't you."



   Lucy quickly translated and Palmina nodded shyly, slipping her shorts
off and tugging down her panties.  Neither of the native girls were wearing
bras.



   Sandy went over to a bag they had brought in with them and fished out an
assortment of dildos and vibrators.  A big black ten inch strap on affair
caught my eye as well as Palmina's.  Evelyn picked it up and said, "This is
my favorite.  I'm going to use this on your ass Palmina, what do you think
of that?"



   When the pre-teen heard the translation her eyes got very big and scared
and she started to chatter in Tagalog.  Lucy held her and Evelyn patted her
head and kissed her cheeks.  Sandy came over to me and grabbed my stiff
cock, giving it a couple of strokes.



   "I don't give a shit what Grans does with the two chicks, I want this
hot rod buried in my tight snatch, and I want it pronto."



   She dropped to her knees and fished my torpedo out of my boxer shorts. I
couldn't stand the chaffing jockey shorts did on me in this tropical
climate.  Give me a relaxed fit, please.  She managed to get the old boy in
the open and engulfed that mushroomed shaped head deep into her mouth.  Oh
yeah, I thought, this was the teen with the talented mouth, how could I
forget so soon.



   Evelyn had both Palmina and Lucy on the bed.  The older teen was busy
sucking Evelyn's bald snatch while the grandmother probed Palmina's small
treasure cove.  From the smacking , licking and moaning going on they were
all having a good time.



   Me, I was in hog heaven too.  I had to push Sandy's face off my cock
before I lost another load in that hot mouth.  She spun around and got on
all fours on the floor, a towel under her knees.



   "Doggy me, big guy.  Woof, woof.  Act like that giant Doberman Mom put
on top of me in Melbourne at that guy's ranch."



   Those words brought the last ounce of hardness into my cock and I almost
lost it imagining that scene.



   "How old were you?" I grunted shoving my cock into that tight teen
pussy.



   "Twelve," she panted.  "It was my first dog, but not my last.  We hung
up for an hour and a half before the knot went down.  I thought I would
die. Then Mom made me suck him off the next night and I thought I would
drown in doggy cum.  I thought he was pissing in my mouth there was so much
of it."



   I thrust into her sex as hard as I could as she told her doggy story. 
If she was trying to turn me on she was doing a damned good job.  I was
doing every thing in my power not to cum.  My cock was a blur in her pussy
and the juices were squishing and running down both her thighs.



   "Do you want to butt fuck me?  I'm really tight back there and with that
monster cock of yours you'll probably almost kill me but I'll love it.  I
cum really hard when I'm ass fucked."



   I grunted and shifted out of her pussy.  Damn this little bitch, I'd
show her not to tease a guy.  I pulled the twin melons of her ass cheeks
apart and gazed at that wrinkled peach pit of her anus.  I spit a good gob
on it and then pushed Mr.  Peckerhead right into her spincter, ripping past
her muscles and burying myself deep in her colon.



   "Like that Miss Cock sucker?' I grunted.



   "Ohhh yea, Big Daddy, hurt your baby girl.  Fuck that virgin ass and
make me cry with that big cock of yours." She knew how to play the role,
that was for sure.  What a high priced hooker she could be.



   "Shit, bitch, gonna make me loose it," I grunted, stroking as deep and
as hard as I could.



   "Cum in baby's face, Daddy," she gasped.



   I yanked my cock out and spun her on her back.  Her small breasts heaved
up and down as she panted in excitement, a sheen of moisture covering her
golden skin.



   "Blow it all over my face, please," she begged.



   I crawled up that lithe body and settled my butt cheeks on those silken
tits.  If I hadn't been so close to cumming I would have moved a little
higher and made her eat out my asshole.  But I was too close to blowing it.
Two or three quick strokes on my greasy cock and it exploded.  The first
two blasts saturated the lower half of her face, missing her opened mouth.
The next three found their target and I filled her mouth with my scuzz.



   I fell on my back on the floor and let Sandy lap the jizz off my cock
and balls.



   "Easy honey, I'm really sensitive right now.  Your ass was so tight I
thought you'd skin my pecker for sure."



   She smiled as she handled a long string of jizz, pulling it off my cock
head and sipping it into her mouth.  I looked over and saw Evelyn behind
little Palmina, the monster black cock strap-on around her waist and about
half the ten inches buried in the child's colon.  Lucy had her gagged with
a pillow to stifle the continuous screams she was emitting.  In Lucy's left
hand was a dildo about as big around as my fist and she was trying
desperately to stuff all of it in her pussy while watching her little
friend being sodomized.



   "Sandy, leave that cock alone and come over here and help your Grans. 
Be a dear and use that talented tongue on this ancient twat so I can get
myself off too.  Mommy needs a good cum, sweetheart, all right?"



   Sandy did as she was told and within the next thirty minutes the three
of them went into a protracted series of multiple orgasms.  Grans pulled
the ass fucking dildo from Palmina and made both Filipina's suck all the
residue that was on it while her and Sandy did a sixty-nine.



   Finally the older lady raised her greasy face from Sandy's bald snatch
and grunted to me, "Hey, big guy, got any starch left in that thing?'



   I picked up Mr.  Peckerhead and lifted him and let him drop.  He fell
back into a completely relaxed position along my thigh, utterly useless at
the moment.



   "Sorry Evelyn, your granddaughter did a number on him I'm afraid."



   "Well the least you can do is empty your bladder on us for a thrill, how
about it."



   That perked my interest up.  We moved out into the dark and onto the
lawn adjacent to our stilted bungalow.  Lucy and Palmina watched from the
veranda.  The grandmother and granddaughter both lay on their backs, mouths
open, waiting.



   "Come on stud, can't even piss on two hot chicks?  What kind of stud are
you, a limp dick one?"



   That pissed me off enough to bring my piss boiling from my belly.  It
was a thick and strong flow, the yellow liquid sparkling in the moonlight
as it splashed on the two upturned faces and into waiting mouths.  Sandy's
mouth filled first and she gurgled as she rapidly swallowed the warm liquid
and then Evelyn did the same.  Finally my bladder was empty and I stood in
the warm night listening to the insects and animals in the jungle and
hearing the roar of the spring freshened river nearby.  The two piss soaked
women retired to their bungalow laughing, going to shower off my piss.



   Suddenly, from the dark a voice said, "Quite a show Mr.  Palladin.  Do
you always end your date with the ladies by urinating on them?"



   I saw Erica step from around the side of the bungalow.  She had a sheer
white negligee on and in the sheen of the moonlight I could see she was
completely nude under it.



   "Only the ones I really like and besides, I prefer to say I pissed all
over them.  I'm not very politically correct, maam." I replied to her
question.  Damn, I thought.  What a time to have a limp dick problem with
this hottie available.  But, no luck.  Mr.  Peckerhead was sound asleep.



   She gathered the folds of the silk closer to her bosom until I could see
the taunt peaks of her nipples jutting against the sheer fabric.  Mr. 
Peckerhead opened one eye.  Ah hah, there was still a possibility.



   "Too bad you were engaged with those two, I was getting lonely but I'm a
good Christian girl and would never partake in any of that type of vulgar
behavior," she said glancing at the veranda to be sure we were alone.  Lucy
and Palmina had gone back inside, to my relief.



   "Oh I might have been engaged but I'm still aware that this is a mighty
big ocean and I always keep my net cast into the deep to see what I can
find.  Don't you think that's a good idea in the tropics?'



   "In the tropics any chance to catch a good trophy should not be wasted,
don't you agree." She finished her statement by letting the sheer negligee
slip from her shoulders and gather at her waist.  Man was this dame
stacked. Bronzed tan in the moonlight, twin boobs that had an uplift like a
ski slope.  I knew already her ass was first class.



   "I feel like I am slightly at a disadvantage, showing you my pearly
whites while you are still dressed.  Are you going to do something to
corrupt my morals or just stand there with that goofy look on your face all
night?"



   "Ah yuck, ah yuck, that's me, just call me Goofy," I teased, dropping my
shorts quickly.  That is the only thing I had worn outside so I was ready
in a hurry.  Mr.  Peckerhead didn't disappoint me, he was at three quarters
staff and quivering in the night air.



   "Oh my, you do have a nice trophy too, Mr.  Palladin."



   *********************************************************************



   Chapter Seven: A trip in the Christian bush and up the river looking for
monkeys.

   Chapter Seven



   Erica was slowly moving to the side of the bungalow where we would least
likely be seen by anyone taking a stroll.  I hoped they didn't use dogs to
patrol the surroundings.  I valued my gonads too much to chance them to an
angry canine.  We reached a secluded spot and she dropped to the lawn.  The
grass was still warm from the heat of the day.  The night air was balmy and
very comfortable.



   "Pardon me Mr.  Palladin but are you the kind to take special advantages
of a helpless missionary's daughter here in the wild tropical night?"



   "Why is it Ms.  Erica I perceive it may be I who is being taken
advantage of tonight?"



   She reached up and grasped my cock by the root and gave it a good shake.
Dropping it she watched it sway for a fraction of a second and then bounce
bolt upright, the tip striking my belly a good two inches above my hairy
navel.



   "I see your reflexes are all right.  Let me give you a prostrate exam."



   She shifted a finger back to my butt cheeks and let it slide between the
hairy cheeks of my ass.  Slowly she shoved until the tip entered my anus
and began a slow passage into my rectum.



   "Easy baby, I'm cherry back there," I grunted to her probing.



   "What, no monkey shines with the boys in your heyday, Palladin?  Did you
always just play with the girls?"



   "Well let's just say I never swung to the left anyway.  I spent my time
in the military and had the usual towel snapping, ass grabbing bonding of
male brotherhood found in the military and in the locker room.  But, I want
to go on the record, I never went out of my way to initiate that behavior
nor did I get a woody when it happened.  Usually I laughed and made a hasty
exit stage right."



   She chuckled and withdrew her finger from my ass.  Bringing it to her
lips she slipped it into her mouth and sucked for several seconds. 
Withdrawing the finger she smiled that sexy smile of hers and said, "Ummm,
chocolate, my favorite flavor."



   She moved to a sitting position between my legs and moved her mouth to
within an inch or so of my cock tip.



   "I'd better take your temperature just to be sure you are not ill.  You
seem very warm and may be running a fever.  You don't mind an oral reading
do you Mr.  Palladin?"



   "Be my guest, baby.  And, if you really want to check my oil, make sure
you get that dip stick fully inserted into your oral equipment, O.K.?"



   She didn't answer, just slid her hot mouth over my bigheaded cock.  Her
small mouth had to stretch wide to get everything in but she managed after
a few tries.  She was making little humming sounds with an occasional
excited coo or two.  Her lips were white at the edges where the thick cock
stretched them to maximum.  Juice began to drip out of the corners of her
mouth and once or twice she sucked too deep and came up gagging.  Long
streamers of throat juice connected the tip of my cock to her glistening
lips as she sat there gasping to catch her breath.



   "It'sa big mutha-fucker," she mumble under her breath, holding my cock
in one hand while she eyed it all over.



   "Does it pass inspection?"



   "Oh yeah!  Shit yea!  It's one honking major fucking cock for sure."



   She went back to her sucking but I reached down and pulled her head
away.



   "I'd prefer you get some exam time too Nurse Goodhead.  Why don't you
let Doctor Peckerhead give your equipment an oral exam?"



   "Be my guest, Doctor," she gasped.



   I pulled her astride my body and gripped her slim hips.  Bringing that
golden bush down to my face I buried my mouth in her dripping snatch.  She
tasted like the finest of wine.  Female juices and perfumes and heavenly
soaps.  This was one clean cunt.  My mouth and lips were soon covered in
female slime.  Meanwhile her head kept a constant bob on my cock.  I
shifted my tongue up to bathe her brown pucker with a good coating of
saliva managing to slip a quarter of an inch into her bung.  It was an
awkward position for analingus.  I replaced my tongue with my index finger
and slipped it in to the second knuckle.



   "Oh you rotten bastard," she groaned, "you're doing a lot of dirty
things to a good Christian girl."



   I ignored her and added a second finger bringing out a louder moan and
her hips began to dance above my face.



   "Ohhh, I'm too small back there Palladin, please, don't do that anymore,
just suck my pussy, please."



   "Are you cherry back here?" I grunted twisting my fingers more savagely.



   "Yes, I've never done that before.  Please promise me you won't try and
fuck me back there and you can fuck my tight pussy all; night, I promise."



   I reluctantly withdrew my two fingers but in a moment of petulance
brought my hand to her face and slipped the anal coated fingers into her
mouth.



   "Suck your ass sludge, bitch."



   She moaned once then greedily sucked my fingers for a good two minutes.
What was it with this bitch?  Was she a Christian do-gooder or an ass
sucking slut that had a fear of anal sex?  I really wanted to prong that
asshole especially now that I found she was virgin back there.  Maybe
later.



   I flipped her off me and put her on all fours.  It seemed I was doing a
lot of doggy fucking tonight.



   "This is how I fucked little Sandy, the thirteen year old.  You saw her.
Little blonde with a sexy face just like you.  Slut in training.  No
pretense with that kid, she just loves to fuck.  Just like you do, baby. 
Claim to be a missionary's daughter, well take it doggy style so I can
admire your beautiful butt.  And, maybe, just maybe, I might hold off from
sticking this monster cock up your virgin ass if you do all I say,
understand?"



   She grunted an answer too enmeshed in my cock doing a tune on her tight,
wet cunt.  Whatever she was, she loved a big cock in her pussy.  I counted
three solid cums out of her before I began to flag.  I didn't lose my hard
on but my body was tired.



   I flipped her over onto her back and fucked her missionary for another
five minutes, pushing those beautiful long legs up until they were
positioned next to her ears and driving straight down into that cunt.  Her
pussy was making wet, squishing sounds emitting an occasional pussy fart as
my big dick struck bottom and came back out.



   Finally I pulled out with a wet, sucking sound and scooted up until I
was straddling her head.  I moved forward to position the cheeks of my ass
over her mouth.



   "Eat my ass out and don't be shy.  I want to feel tongue all the way up
my ass, bitch.  Then I'll cum on your face and piss in your mouth, got it.
Are would you prefer I flip you over and butt fuck you?"



   She didn't answer but moved her mouth until her lips were squished
between the hairy cheeks of my ass.  Her tongue bathed the sides of my ass
cheeks and finally found the peach pit center of my anus.  She probed
tentatively then shoved harder, penetrating my anal mouth and shoving a
good two inches of tongue up my ass.



   "Good bitch, that's the way to eat asshole.  Root around real good and
try to find some tasty treats."



   I strained slightly and my ass opened wider allowing another surge of my
tongue but also forcing a turd lodged in my lower bowel to slide to meet
that pink tongue.



   "Meet Mr.  Shit, baby.  Get that tongue in that turd good or I'll twist
your nipples off."



   To match my threat I grabbed the erect nipple of her left breast and
gave it a savage twist.  She gasped but allowed her tongue to play deeper
into the brown log blocking her passage.  I let her play smacky mouth with
the excrement and then slid off her face.  Her mouth was twisted in a
grimace as her taste buds encountered the flavor of my shit.



   "True love is when you're not afraid to taste your lover's shit, didn't
you know that.  I thought you were into this shit when you did a brown
finger on my butt and then sucked it."



   "In Sweden girls like to do this sort of thing, especially the pissing
part.  I've just never done that."



   "Lay back down," I told her.



   I jerked my cock until I was close and then brought her head up until
her lips were around my cock again.  I thrust deep into her mouth, burying
my cock until it butted her throat and then let loose about four or five
good blasts of hot cum into her mouth.  Some backed up around the sides of
my cock and dribbled out of her mouth to pool on her throat and run down on
her breasts.



   She was busy swallowing what I had injected when I stood up and grabbed
my rapidly deflating cock.  In a few seconds, the sperm had cleared the
channel and the full bladder I was carrying signaled a desire to be
emptied. I pointed my cock at her face and let loose a strong yellow
stream. It splashed off her forehead, ran down her nose and hit her closed
mouth.



   "Open up, bitch like I told you to."



   She reluctantly did and I quickly filled her mouth with foaming piss.



   "Swallow."



   Again, she gulped and took down her first mouthful of hot piss.  When
the liquid had gone, she obediently opened her mouth for another load.  She
swallowed about five mouthfuls before my stream slowed to a dribble.



   "How was that, tasty?" I asked.



   "Gross.  I hated it.  You really know how to degrade a girl, Palladin."



   "Yea, degrade shit.  I counted you getting your nut quite a few times so
everything was not that disgusting, was it?"



   "No, not everything I have to admit, dear Palladin."



   I helped her to her feet and she headed back for her bungalow.



   "I still want to bust that anal cherry on you Erica and I won't give
up."



   "Good luck, asshole," she said over her shoulder.



   What a strange cunt, I thought, heading in for another shower.  I hope
the tow Filipina girls were sleeping.







   +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++



   If the war with the Japanese had never been fought, these islands close
to the equator and slightly the east of Borneo may never have seen a white
man except for the occasional missionary trying to safe the heathen
natives. The main island of Mindanao was the southernmost in the multitude
of islands that made up the Phillipines.  Zamboanga sat on the western
coast on a little penisula jutting out into the Sulu Sea.  Directly to the
east on another coast was Davaoa and except for three other cities north of
here, the rest of the island was jungle and mountains.



   Alongside the resort, the Manandoa River ran from the mountains to the
sea.  The river was swift from the runoff of the mountains which contained
a surprisingly large snow cap even in this tropical climate.  Early spring
rains had flushed the river into a muddy current rushing past and often
threatening the resort.  Thus, the buildings on stilts were not just for
decoration but essential to escape the frequent flooding of the area.



   Now that the summer months were settling in, the river still full and
rushing, was now a brighter bluish green in color and nicer to be around.
At eight thirty the next morning we pulled away from the large table in the
main house that had been piled with bacon and eggs, waffles, fresh fruit
and cereals.  I ate gingerly, still half hung over from too many beers and
too much pussy.  Erica made a late entrance and purposely did not sit at
the vacant seat I had left to the right of me.



   Lucy, on my left, smarted, "Lover fucked up with blonde Swedish dish
last night, huh?"



   "Fuck you," I replied shoving the last forkful of scrambled egg in my
mouth and getting up from the table.  As I passed Erica I bent over and
sniffed her hairline.



   "See you got that yellow stuff out of your hair.  Nice work."



   "Fuck you," she mumbled into her omellette.



   New standard greeting of the Zamboanga resort, I guess.  Wee grabbed our
back pack and made it to the wharf on the river.  Five long canoes sat
there, each with two people waiting.  Most were men but I saw a few women
too.  Young girls, barely into their teens, wearing a wrap around skirt and
a bandana type top around their small breasts.  Most of the men wore black
headbands and wore various colored shorts or pants cut off above the knees.
None wore shoes.



   We were ordered into the canoes by Erica's assignment.  I ended up with
my both twins over the objection of the mother and Lucy and Palmina went
with Sean.  Seems they wanted a male in each canoe and since Gramps was not
up to snuff to handle a paddle in Erica's opinion he was relegated to be
with Lizzie in Ron.  I figured Erica wanted to piss me off by moving the
two Filipina girls in with Sean, maybe hoping something would happen with
them.  Me, I had no complaints, I was admiring the view of Tits and Cunt,
uh, excuse me Tracy and Casey on the paddle.



   And quite a paddle it was.  I was put in the rear with one of the male
paddlers.  Up front, a slim native girl manned the front, alternating
between a long pole and a broad paddle depending on the need.  We were
going up river and the flow of water required vigorous stroking to make
progress.  Erica was in the canoe with Evelyn and Sandy while the two dykes
and the teacher from Seattle mad up the other canoe.



   After an hour the riverbanks closed it until we could barely pass
between the huge trees and palms on the shore and the overhanging branches.
Monkeys and wildly colored birds squawked and screamed overhead.  A large
snake occasionally adorned a low hanging limb bringing loud squeals from
the dyke canoe.  The front paddlers donned their poles and used the nearby
banks to navigate the thin river.



   I watched the twins.  They still had on their khaki short outfits or a
pair so similar as to be an exact clone of yesterday's pair.  I watched as
Casey leaned forward excitedly to whisper something to Tracy, the tight
cotton fabric stretching tight across her small compact rump.  Once when a
large snake looked about to fall into the boat form above, Casey screamed
and leaned back until she fell completely into my arms.  I dropped the
paddle and hugged her, letting my hands fondle her small breasts quickly,
thank full her Mom's canoe was up ahead.  She let me have a good feel and
then giggled and dropped one hand down to where my cock lay against the
fabric of my Docker shorts.  She gave Mr.  Peckerhead a quick squeeze and
then sat back up, leaned forward and whispered to her sister and they both
broke out in giggles.  Tits, eh, excuse me, Tracy gave me a strange look
and then they were both back into the river trip.



   Finally the canoes began to break into a wider stretch of river and a
roaring could be heard in the distance ahead.  The paddlers had to stroke
harder and finally gave up and beached the canoes on a wide, sandy bank. 
One of the men told us to grab our bags and follow him.  The men and girls
grabbed several large hampers which they put on their heads.  I assumed
this was out noonday lunch.



   We followed a well-used dirt path through the jungle.  I still had not
seen a tailless monkey yet and was disappointed.  I was behind young Casey
and again admired her fine teen ass in the shorts.  I couldn't watch too
closely because the trail was not exactly without dangers.  Roots, slippery
spots and bushes made the trek an adventure.



   The roaring increased and then we broke into a clearing.  There,
towering a good one hundred feet onto a cliff wall was a majestic waterfall
spilling white water to fall and bubble into a blue water pool.  The pool
was on an upper level above the river and hung there in somewhat slow
moving water then spilled over several small terraces to flow into the
river.  The members of the party all made cooing and oohing sounds as they
watched the majestic flow of water.



   Erica stepped to the edge of the pool and said, "Swimming is allowed but
don't do anything to damage the vegetation or fauna around the pool.  We'll
relax here for an hour then we will hike to the top of the fall and return
down for lunch.  After lunch we'll return to the resort and the trip will
be a lot quicker including some nice rapids we bypassed when we hiked up."



   The two twins turned to their mother and squealed, "See, I told you
they'd allow swimming.  Why didn't you let us were our swimsuits, Mom?"



   Lizzie gave an exaggerated shrug and turned to Ron for help.  Ron looked
in his backpack and pulled out a big beach towel.  "Here, Liz hold this
end."



   The two parents held the towel and the two girls happily got behind it
and began to strip off their outfits.  I had entered the pool, doffing my
shorts and wearing the Speedos I had worn.  My big cock made a huge bulge
on one side of my crotch but I liked the effect it had on the women.  The
men just gave me dirty looks.  As I floated on my back I realized my
vantage point had brought me to a point where I was somehow behind the
towel the parents were holding.  Their backs were to me so I brazenly
stared as the two girls stripped off their clothes.



   I took a long glance at little Casey as she stepped out of the black
thong panties and began to slip the bikini bottom around her taunt butt
cheeks.  Nice ass, beautiful skin.  She slipped the top over her A cup
boobs and turned to tie her sister top.  Now here was a nice set of tits.
Tracy was a good C cup, a pair of beauties that turned up at the tips and
two small strawberry nipple perked at the tip.  The bikini top fitted over
them and they went squealing into the water.



   Sean, the son shook his head no about entering the pool and took a seat
on a rock and watched the native canoe people set up the lunch area. 
Gramps also avoided the water, content to limp to a large flat rock and
light his pipe.  I watched floating lazily as Ron tried to hold the beach
towel up for Lizzie to change but he kept letting it slip.  Lizzie kept
chewing on his ass for the towel drops but I saw enough as she slipped on
the one piece to see her ass was just as nice as either of her daughters.
As I was looking she cast a glance in my direction and I saw her cheeks
blush crimson as she realized I had seen her.



   The rest had cast off clothes to reveal swimsuits.  The dykes opted for
one pieces, as did the teacher.  But, the slim lines of the suit could not
disguise the full bust of the young lady from Seattle.  I was tiring of the
pool and had begun to splash both Lily and Palmina to the angry scowl of
Erica.  Apparently splashing was somehow disturbing the natural political
correct environment of the beautiful pool.  I wondered what she would do
about the warm piss that ran down my leg out of my Speedos as I stood in
waist deep water?  Make a citizen's arrest for gross indecency?



   I could hear my defense now, "Well your honor, she was not close enough
for her to let me piss in her mouth like I had done the night before so I
pissed in the pool.  What was that sir?  Oh, pool pissing is allowed if no
female guides mouth is not available.  Thank you, your honor, you are
certainly a wise man and a shining example of the best of your profession."



   My daydreaming was suddenly interrupted by a loud thunderclap.  My first
thought was lightning but there were only a few scattered clouds in the
sky. I sat up in the pool, my butt resting on a rock in about three feet of
water.  I glanced towards the workers on the far side of the pool.  They
were in various stages of confusion, some standing there with their mouths
hanging open while other scrambled among the rocks.



   Just as I was trying to put some order to the confusion I heard a second
thunderclap and saw one native worker suddenly jerk upright, a crimson
splash of liquid sprayed out of his neck and then, in almost slow motion, I
saw him toppling backwards towards the pool, blood flowing down his chest
from the wound in his neck.  More scrams and confusion and then a rapid
volley of sounds that I now recognized as automatic weapon fire.



   I saw several more of the workers falling, some with multiple bullets
wounds lacing their bronzed skins.  The three young female natives huddled
among the rocks, not running, watching as each male member fell into the
water or among the rocks.



   I quickly looked at the tourists as they either stood in fear struck
silence or scrambled trying to get out of the water.  So far none of them
had been hit.  Then I saw them.  A group of several dozen stood on the
cliff face above around the waterfall.  Most were dressed similar to the
native rowers.  Dark shorts, no shirts, dark headbands but most wore combat
boots without socks.  Some women stood out among the men, similarly dressed
except for the bandana of cloth stretched around their breasts.  And most
were not slim but fully mature and sturdily built.  All held weapons that
looked like automatics.



   I was no novice around weapons.  While in college I had joined the Army
reserves and before law school I had actually gone on active duty long
enough to go through and pass Ranger training.  They normally did not take
reserves but I had some pull with my Senator (I had fucked his daughter)
and he got me into the group.  I spent several months in the desert long
before Desert Storm actually got going, setting up targets of troop
emplacements, tank positions and anti-air batteries.  By the time the real
war had started we had spotted a good seventy percent of Saddams Order of
Battle for the air guys.



   In addition, in our down time we had received ton so of training on
other nation's weapons of choice.  This included, Russian, Israeli, French,
German and any other fully equipped army that might sell their used arms to
an enemy of ours.  I quickly recognized most of these weapons as being
Soviet made, automatic and a good choice for killing a lot of people
quickly.  But, they were also capable of killing selectively if wanted.



   Apparently we were not the targets.  From the edges of the pool more men
came out.  I saw a tall man carrying the weapon of choice of this group,
the Soviet made RPK-74, 5.45 mm light machine gun.  This weapon was the
same as the more common AK-47 with interchangeable magazines and a maximum
range of 2,500 meters with an effective range of 800 meters.  We were all
well within the 800 meter range of the weapon.



   Alongside him was a monster of a man, at least six and a half foot tall.
Besides his machine gun he carried a huge machete in his belt in a canvas
scabbard.  I noticed quite a few of the others carried machetes.  The tall
guy wore a red headband and spoke English.



   "Do not be afraid, we will not harm you, rest assured.  You are now the
prisoners of the Abu Sayyaf and any attempt to escape is futile and will
result in your instant death."



   For some reason I believed him.  This was the Muslim extremists we had
been warned about.  Great, now I'm going to have my head chopped off by
some ignorant hill climbing fruitcake.  Yet, this was not the time for
heroics, not with so many automatic weapons trained on us and only armed
with my limp pecker.  At least Mr.  Peckerhead had enough sense to keep his
head down.



   They gathered up the three native girls and tied a leather thong around
their necks linking them together.  A rebel herded them along up a path
towards the top of the falls.  The rest of us were not allowed to dress nor
were we allowed to pick up our backpacks.  Our hands were tied behind our
backs by the same leather tongs and we were tied together by a thin rope
that was looped around our waists.



   We started up the cliff face and I saw Gramps struggling on his cane.  A
rebel barked at him and Erica close by whispered, "You have to try and
climb better sir or they may shoot you."



   The old guy managed to pick up the pace and even got to the top of the
cliff a lot better than some of the women.


Next: In the hands of the Muslim terrorists

   Chapter Eight



   Abu Sayyaf pushed his men hard along the jungle trails after leaving the
rim of the waterfall.  Ron and I each grabbed Gramps by his elbows and,
ignoring his protests, ushered him through the dense jungle growth the best
we could.  I was in fairly decent shape having run three miles a day on the
beach at Malibu and working out three times a week at my gym.  Ron also was
in good shape and between the two of us we managed to keep Gramps on his
feet.



   I wondered how long it would take before we were noticed.  Any cell
phones our group may have had were back in our backpacks, no use now.  I
noticed one of Abu's band was a white man and when he drifted to a position
a few feet in front of me I shouted to him.



   "Hey buddy, what are you doing hanging around with this bunch?"



   He trotted alongside me and watched me helping the old man along.  A
cocky sneer was on his face.



   "Well, mate, if you must know, I'd expect to come into a bundle of cash
shortly and I never turn down making a quick buck."



   Evelyn's voice rose from back in the line prisoners.  "You fucking
asshole, you're Aussie aren't you.  You ought to be hung for what you're
doing.?"



   He cast a glance back in her direction.  "Stuff it you old windbag. 
You're the reason this bunch is being held hostage, don't you realize
that?"



   "What do you mean?" I grunted in between breaths.



   "Shit, she the cat's pajamas, that old bag is.  Owns half of muther
fuckin' Asia, she does.  Multi fuckin' millionairess, the old bat is. 
We've been tracking her ever since she left the states.  How do you think
she got the idea for this little trip to Zamboanga?"



   "My freaking travel assistant, she's in your clutches, right?" Evelyn's
voice rose to a scream.



   "Little Miss Hoppity Hop, Susan Jones, that's her.  Right pretty bird
too and not a bad lay.  I fucked her royal ass off in Hong Kong when I put
the little word to her 'bouts this trip.  Worked too, didn't it, Miss Money
bags?"



   Evelyn snorted, "You won't gat a red cent from me or my business.  I'll
die before I'll pay you a farthing."



   "Oh you may wish you were dead before it's over.  You've got a tasty
little granddaughter there, Mrs.  F.  Bet she loves to fuck too, just like
her Momma and Grandmother do?  Righto?"



   "Fuck you," Sandy screamed at the Aussie.



   The gentleman laughed and moved back towards the head of the line.  The
big guy with the machete came back and started shouting at the two lezzies
who were trailing last.



   "You'd better try and keep up," Erica warned them, "he says if you fall
behind they will shoot you both."



   "They wouldn't dare," the brunette Eleanor squeaked, "we're American
citizens."



   Erica cast her a glance that said she thought the girl was a moron. 
"Hey, look.  They don't care what you are, you're baggage to them, not
human beings.  As long as you may be worth something to you they will keep
you alive.  What ever you do, don't tell them your family has no money. 
You're dog meat when they find that out, understand?"



   Erica was still dressed in her thong bikini, a move I felt she really
detested about now.  The cheeks of her beautiful ass was red striped and
cut by the bushes that constantly impacted that soft flesh.  The two twins
had managed to grab their safari shirts and now had them tied around the
waist protecting their bikini clad bottoms.  The other women were not so
lucky and were trying to deal with the cuts and bruises of the bushes.



   Finally a halt was called.  The men passed along jugs of water and some
ate the food they had taken from the canoe crew that had been supposed to
be our noonday meal.  They offered us nothing.  No food, no water.  When
Erica said something in Tagalog which I assumed to be a request for at
least water, one of the men pulled his cock out and began to urinate on the
startled tour guide and the Seattle teacher's legs.  They both screamed and
jumped back but not before being saturated with the hot yellow piss as the
men laughed until they cried.  Looks like we're not in Kansas anymore,
Dorothy.



   +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++







   By the time we had reached the encampment I had learned the Aussie's
name was Joe and they called the big guy something akin to Pig Man in
Tagalog.  He kept the hogs slopped at the camp.  The encampment was not
much to look at.  Probably like any other native village.  The things that
caught my eye quickly were the camouflaged AA emplacements around the camp
and the guards with Stinger missiles laying next to their machine gun
nests. Any helicopter assault on these guys would take heavy casualties.



   To the side of the compound, next to a steep cliff, was a large thatched
hutch approximately twenty feet long and ten feet wide.  They herded us
into this room and we blinked at the gloomy of the dark after coming out of
bright sunshine.  Along the center was a thick log running the length of
the room.  It was nailed to each end of the room to thick boards that ran
to the ceiling.  Along the huge log were manacles and chains bolted to the
log.  The manacles were like handcuffs except they were broader metal
clasps.  My first impression when I saw them were the stocks the salve
traders used to bring slaves over from Africa.



   At one end of the log was a small child, huddled with her face turned
away from the open door and the dazzling light coming in.  Next to her was
another child.  I could not make out their features.  I was pushed ahead
and two soldiers slipped my left hand into a manacle in a position directly
across form the two children.  Quickly the others were manacled in a
similar manner.



   Joe strolled in and said, "It's no use trying to escape.  There will be
a guard right outside the door here.  If you did get past him, the cliff
out there is two hundred feet above the river.  You'll die in the fall or
the rocks will kill you.  Two men are on the opposite side of the hut in a
machine gun nests.  They will kill anyone leaving the hut, no matter what
the reason."



   He paused to let this sink in.  "If you have to take a piss, piss in the
buckets at each end of the pole.  Ask your mate to pass it along.  If it
gets too full, too bad.  You'll have to wait to Pig Farmer comes in to toss
it to the pigs.  Same with the shit bucket down there.  You should be able
to squat over it.  No need for niceties here, we're all among friends,
righto?"



   Evelyn snorted, "This is criminal.  You can't treat us this way."



   Joe glances at her for a fraction of a second then stepped to the end of
the pole closest to the two children and picked up a bucket there and
looked down in it.  Stepping closer to Mrs.  Fontaine he heaved the bucket
partly filled with piss all over her covering her face and body with the
urine.



   "Any more bleeding complaint?  Good, I thought so."



   He turned and went out.  I called to the two children gently whose faces
were still hidden in the gloom.



   "Hi, what's your name?"



   One of them looked up and I suddenly realized it was not a child but a
small woman.  She was very thin almost skin and bones.  Her voice was husky
and small.  Her face frightened.



   "My name is Katrina and this is my daughter Gert."



   "How did you get here?" I asked looking at the small freckled faced
child as she came un-tucked from under the log she was shackled to.



   "We were on a mission from our church to a village twenty miles form
here.  They came one night about three months ago.  The village chief hid
us in the jungle but they tortured him until he revealed where we were. 
They brought us back here.  But on the trip back they killed my young son,
Peter just because he refused to allow one of those animals to touch little
Gert when we stopped to rest.  Both he and my husband stood in the way but
they only killed little Peter.  Chopped his head right off with that big
knife they carry."



   "Where is your husband maam?"



   "I don't know.  They took him out of here about two weeks after we
arrived.  I haven't seen him since."



   "What are they holding you for?"



   "They want 500,000 pesetas from our church to release us.  They gave the
church an ultimatum about a month ago they wanted the money in two weeks.
The church has not paid I think or they would have let us go, right?"



   I didn't want to tell her that even if the church paid there was no way
they would let them go after killing her son and probably her husband. 
These tow were doomed to die or some other punishment.



   "Have they hurt you and your daughter?" I asked seeing the bruises in
the gloom on their light skinned bodies.  Both were red heads with plenty
of freckles.  Dutch or Scandinavian I thought.



   She nodded her head and began weeping.  "All 'da time, they molest my
little Gert sticking their big, stinking cocks into her little girl body in
all her little holes.  All time, day and night.  They take her out and I
can hear her scream until they stop her mouth with one of their penises. 
She bit one and they knocked all her teeth out.  All of them.  A little
eight year old.  What kind of animals do that."



   She wept some more.



   "What about you, have they harmed you?"



   "Yes, me also.  Take me out with Gert sometimes.  Make us do nasty sex
shows together with their stinking dogs.  Laugh at us and piss on our
bodies when dogs are through.  I want to die but Lord keeps me alive, I
don't know why."



   The other women sat ashen faced hearing the poor mother's confessions. I
looked at little Gert and she tried to smile through the tears.  I looked
at that mouth with nothing but ragged stumps left for teeth.  I cursed
these animals under my breath and prayed to God that somehow I could see
them die.



   +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++



   That night they left us alone.  The women were thankful for the dark as
they took the bucket and the tinkle of a piss flow against the sides was
heard.  Next to me was one of the twins Tracy and when she had to go I
offered to steady the bucket and turn my head.  But, when she had a good
flow going I glanced around to see that bright yellow fluid squirting into
that bucket and felt a tingle in my loins seeing the golden bush of her
cunt.  The drops of piss clung to her light fleece leaving silvers
sparklets glistening in the moonlight.



   When it was my turn I got on my knees and let flow, too full of piss to
be bashful.  Besides, when have I ever been bashful about pissing in front
of a female.  Just ask Erica.  I glanced up to see Tracy's eyes on my
semi-erect cock, her teeth biting into her lower lip as she watched my
flow. She looked up suddenly and saw me watching her.  She smiled and
looked down shyly and then raised her head again.  Looking around in the
gloom she checked the position of her mother and then gingerly reached out
and grasped my cock.  I let go and she directed my flow into the bucket. 
When I finished she shook it briefly and the ran her hand up and down the
length, giving me a childish hand job.  I stiffened immediately.



   "Do you think this is a good time for this, Tracy?" I asked.



   She looked up at me still biting her lip and nodded vigorously.  I let
her whank my cock until got a full erection.  I saw her eyes widen as she
saw my full nine incher.  I had never been stiffer.  Something about the
danger and the situation made it even more thrilling.



   She suddenly bent forward and slipped her mouth over my fat knob.  She
had to strain to get her lips wide enough but she did.  I sat back on my
haunches and reached one hand down into the vee of her crotch.  Pushing the
edge of her bikini bottom to the side I encountered a cunt flowing with
juice.  I ran one finger in and quickly met her maidenhead.  She grunted
but did not stop her awkward attempts to suck me off.



   Soon we had a mutual effort going, my finger sluicing out of her wet
cunt and her mouth moving up and down the top four inches of my rod.



   "Use your hands, honey," I whispered.



   She grabbed my thick cock and began to jerk the skin up and down.



   "Go easy, just do it slowly, not fast."



   She eased up and soon I could feel my cum boiling in my balls.  "Get
ready baby, I've got a load coming up," I warned.



   She kept her mouth glued to my cock but my blast was a little more than
she bargained for.  She sputtered and coughed, spitting up a half cup of
hot jizz and then sputtered swallowing the first half of the load while I
popped off on her nose and face.



   "Ahhh, good blowjob, honey.  You've got a talented pair of lips."



   She smiled up at me, her face covered in cum and began wiping off the
juice with the corners of her shirt.  I flopped back on my side and she
soon lay down besides me, her face nestled into the crook of my arm.



   ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++



   In the morning they came in around six a.m., barely light in the dim
jungle camp.  Pig Farmer had a bucket in each hand and he sat both at one
end of the log.



   "Eat, drink," he mumbled in passable English.



   Anita at the end of the log looked in the bucket.  "Hey, man.  This
water is all muddy.  We want clean water!"



   Pig Farmer looked at her and smiled.  He picked up the bucket and went
out and within a couple of minutes he came back in and sat the bucket down.
Anita looked down into it and screamed.



   "Gross, there's a bunch of brown stuff floating in it now."



   "Pig shit," Pig Farmer said smiling.



   "You lousy Pig Fucker," Anita screamed and thus was Pig Farmers name
formally changed forever.



   Pig Fucker kicked with his heavy combat boot and landed a glancing blow
alongside Anita's head.  She went forward and her head hit the log with a
crunch and she collapsed.  Young Eleanor screamed and cradled her lover's
head in her arms.



   "You've killed her, you bastard."



   Pig Fucker turned and walked out.  Mrs.  F.  tried to comfort the girl
while checking out Anita's condition.  Sandy meanwhile tried to carefully
scoop out the rapidly dissolving pig shit out of the bucket but finally
gave up and brought her head down to drink.  Without water for almost 18
hours she would have drunk piss if offered.



   "Gawd, that's terrible but it's wet," she said, carefully moving the
three quarters filled bucket down the line.



   "Be careful with the bucket," Katrina warned, "it's all we get until
tomorrow morning, if they remember.  But never ask for food or water.  They
won't give you any for a day.



   "What's in the other bucket?" I asked.



   "Rice," Katrina said.  "That's all they will feed you.  Sometimes parts
of a fish they don't want, mostly bones.  How do you think we got so thin
here.  Lack of food and lack of nutrition.  Look," she said running her
hand through her thin blonde hair and pulling out several strands which she
dropped on the dirt floor, "my hairs falling out for lack of nutrition."



   Jennifer the schoolteacher took a sip of the water and a handful of the
rice.  She started to eat some and then gagged.



   "I'm sorry, it tastes awful.  And, I'm afraid I must ask for the
communal toilet bucket, my bowels are rumbling really bad."



   "No problem," Ron said picking up the bucket designated as the crap
bucket.  During the night three or four souls had used it in the dark,
thankful for the cover of night.  But here in the morning gloom there was
no privacy.  All that was done was plainly visible.



   Jennifer raised herself until her left wrist was still attached but she
had maintained a crouch over the edge of the bucket with her bathing suit
pulled down around her ankles.  Suddenly there was a tremendous farting
sound and a rush of liquid shit was ejected into the bucket.  Everyone had
turned away as best they could to avoid looking at the woman's discomfit.



   "Sorry, sorry, can't help it," the embarrassed teacher mumbled.  Most of
the group said quiet no problem comments, glad that their own humiliation
had not had a time to come to public notice.



   "Better get used to it, " Katrina said, "it'll get a lot worse.



   When the bucket got to Katrina and Gert I told the young mother, "Look,
take as much as you want for Gert and yourself, you need it and we're still
strong and healthy.  It's not fair to limit yourself."



   She gave me ashy smile and nodded.  "It's all right, there is still not
enough nourishment here to give us our strength back but thank you all the
same." She took a second handful for Gert and the child greedily began
lapping the rice form the palm of her hand.



   "You'll learn soon they use food as a form of torture here.  I don't
want to scare you too bad but they will wait until you are really hungry
and then offer you food in return for favors."



   "What kind of favors?" Erica asked.



   "Mostly sexual and usually very degrading.  They have turned poor Gert
here into a sexual plaything, unfortunately.  I don't think she'll ever
recover to have a normal sex life."



   "Poor baby," Mrs.  Fontaine said as she bathed Anita's brow with a
dampened shirt end.  The girl stirred but there was a nasty bump on her
forehead bleeding slightly.



   "Look into her eyes," Erica said, "I've done nursing.  Are they clear?"



   "No, I'm afraid not," Mrs.  F said.  "That means a concussion, right?"



   "I'm afraid so but we won't know how bad until she wakes up, if she
does. Who knows, if she doesn't she may be the lucky one."



   "Shut your fucking mouth," Eleanor screamed, holding her friends hands
in hers and sobbing.



   They left us alone for the next four days, minimal food and water and we
began to think they were going to starve us to death.  Anita came to but
was not fully aware of where she was.  She mumbled in a semi-delirious
state, a fever turning her body burning hot.  As much water as could be
spared was used to keep her cool in the daytime heat.  On the second day
Pig Fucker and tow other men stepped through the door of the hut and tossed
our backpacks on the floor.



   Any food or drinks had been taken but clothes were there.  The women did
small spit baths as best they could in the dark, dabbing wet clothes at
their crotches and armpits and then changed.  This picked up spirits for a
day or so but then the depression set in.



   "Why doesn't anyone come rescue us," Lizzie cried one night.



   Chapter Nine



   When they led me back into the shack form the bright white light I could
not make out anyone's faces but I heard the sobbing of the women.  They
finally quieted and I detailed as un-graphically as possible the torture
and death of little Gert.



   "My God, these animals will kill us all," Mrs.  F moaned.  "What can we
do Palladin, we must escape."



   "I don't think escape is a viable option at this time.  They have us
shackled and we are getting weaker by the day.  They know the terrain like
the back of their hands, we are strangers here.  Even if we escaped they
would track us down within hours.  They have dogs in a compound and I think
they are trackers."



   "What can we do then wait to die like Gert or be tortured and raped?"



   "our main hope is the army will find us and free us.  That has a special
element of risk.  Remember the other night when they had an alert because a
patrol had spotted some rangers in the jungle.  Those tow guards posted on
the other side of the hut both came in with their hand grenades off their
belts and fingers in the pins.  At the first signal the camp was in danger
of being overrun they would have lobbed the grenades.  My best guess is one
of them was a Willie Peter, the other a fragmentation."



   What's a Willie Peter?" Sandy asked.



   "White phosphorous, it burns like hell and all this straw matting and
thatched walls and roof would go up in seconds."



   Mrs.  F sighed, "And we'll go up with it, roasted alive or severely
wounded."



   The women talked quietly as the day wore on.  No sounds were heard from
outside.  Around dusk Aussie Joe came in with a small cigar dangling from
his lips.



   "The locals are getting ready to party, mate.  At least, half of them.
That's how Abu keeps them motivated.  Fight like a madman and you get
picked for the party crew.  Know what they're doing?  Getting drunk and
gambling.  Yea, playing a dice game with marbles and whoever has the most
marbles when the games in goes first.  They're really interested in the
little lezzie chick.  Figures she may have never had a real man before. 
She's top prize.  Too many of them have already fucked Kat, she stale meat.
I imagine they'll dream up something special for her though."



   He paused and pushed a column of cigar smoke out over our heads.  "Yea,
these boys are special cases.  One time I was out on patrol with them and
they came up open a small village a few clicks north of here.  Ten year old
girl was getting water out of a well they had.  The lead rebel told her to
fetch water for his men.  She turned and high tailed it back to mama-san's
hutch.  Two guys drug her out and that night they did things to her that
made my blood curdle.  I finally had to take a hike up the river get away
from the screams.  Next morning I saw her body.  They had tied her to a
large stake in the ground as a warning to the villages they had better
cooperate.  Besides endlessly raping the kid they had carved her to pieces.
Breasts, pussy and ass cut out.  Then they had taken turns kicking beer
bottles up her ass.  Bled to death form internal bleeding, I'd guess."



   He took a deep breath and chuckled.  "Of course, Abu may grant you a
less grisly end and just chop off your freakin' heads, how does that
sound?"



   He walked out and about an hour later the screams started.  I thought I
could detect the difference between the Dutch mother and the young Anita.
Apparently the torture and rape had brought her out of her stupor enough to
scream.  Eleanor sobbed and begged me to do something.  I hung my head and
tried not to weep for the poor women.



   +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++



   No one slept that night I don't think.  Shortly after the water bucket
and the rice Aussie Joe came in.



   "Family time, gang," he said and several of the rebels began untying the
family members and herding them outside.  The twins started sobbing and
Lizzie looked even whiter than her usual pale self.



   Again Abu sat in his wicker chair flanked by guards.  "Good morning
Palladin.  I hope you and your friends slept well."



   I didn't answer and he chuckled.  "The young lesbian girl that had the
head injury.  She was not as injured as she looked I guess.  She came awake
quite nicely when my men put a big cock in her pussy, ass and mouth at the
same time.  Unfortunately she made the mistake of biting the man she was
sucking.  That cost her both tits.  And, when they tired of raping her ass
and it got so big they could put their whole fists up there, they pushed a
wine bottle completely up her ass and jumped on her stomach.  She took a
long time to die though.  The other one, Kat, she's less lucky.  Would you
like to see her?"



   Two rebels brought out the blonde mother.  Both her eyes were swollen
shut and when she opened her mouth her teeth were bloody stumps.  They had
apparently kicked all her teeth out.  Both her breasts had been sliced off
at the nipples.  Her pussy hair was bloody and blood had run down both
thighs and dried.



   "Please, if there is a God in heaven, kill me," she whispered, barely
audible.



   "Oh no,, pretty Kat, that would be too quick.  There is some amusement
left in store for you, just wait."



   He flicked his hands and the guards took her to a low stake in the dirt
and tied her arms behind her to the pole.  A leather thong was looped
around her neck and pulled taunt.



   "Now it's time to play Family Feud.  Did you ever watch that game. 
Contestants try to win by guessing what the audience thinks is the top
choices or something like that.  We play it a little different.  The young
mother here will be given some choices.  Depending on her answers, we will
see what the rewards are.  Are you ready to play?"



   They drug Lizzie out front.  Her eyes rolled in fright and her lips
trembled.  The twins continued to sob.



   "Question number one.  Pick one of the young ladies here, eh...... 
twins they look like, to either, and this is multiple part, be fucked by
Pig Farmer up the ass, be fucked by the old man and Daddy there in the
pussy and ass at the same time or get fucked by a dog, your choice."



   "Oh God, you can't make me make that choice with my children."



   "Lizzie, is that what they call you.  Well dear Lizzie, you'll make the
choice or either Palladin or I will."



   "I can't" the mother sobbed.



   "All right, it's up to Palladin or myself to choose.  Palladin, I'm
thinking of a number between one and ten, closest chooses.  What is it?"



   I kept silent, my teeth clenched and my arms straining at my bonds.



   "Oh no, that won't do.  Maybe if I let Ricardo there do a little carving
on the old man, would that make you choose?"



   "Fuck you, Abu.  Six."



   "Good Palladin, the number was five.  I had ten.  You win, you choose."



   Tracy looked up with me with tears rolling down her eyes.  "Please
Palladin don't choose me, I was good to you weren't I?  I can be good
again, I promise.  Please choose Casey."



   Casey looked at her with horror in her eyes but I merely nodded my head
in agreement with the young twin's request.  How could I choose her after
the oral pleasures she had given me.



   "No," screamed Casey as they yanked her to her feet, looking at me she
screamed, "you rotten , no good bastard.  Fucked my sister so I get fucked
by these animals.  I hope you both rot in hell."



   "All right child, calm down.  Lizzie, now you must decide her
punishment. What do you say or I will choose."



   Lizzie sobbed and tried to reach her trembling and crying daughter.  "I
still can't.  Please don't do this."



   "Oh I'm so sorry Miss Lizzie, you must have thought thee was some form
of choice offered other than what I gave you.  Pig Farmer, her ass is
yours."



   The giant rebel grunted in pleasure and went to where the other held the
trembling girl.  He tore the buttons down the front of her khaki shirt and
then ripped open her thin bra.  The blonde girls breast were quite small,
barely two lumps on her chests.  Her nipples were erect from fear rather
than excitement.  Pig Fucker reached down and tried to rip open her shorts
but they were too well made.  He unzipped them and whipped them off her ass
and down her legs.  She sat in the dirt, her pussy covered by a pair of
pale blue panties.  The crotch was yellow stained from the urine that had
not been wiped when pissing in the bucket.  He flipped her on her belly. 
Brown tracks of shit ran down the crease of her ass, testimony to the lack
of toilet paper.



   Pig Fucker grinned and pointed to the tracks.  "Shitty ass, I bet" he
grunted and then ripped her panties down.  A small earthen bowl sat on a
table nearby and he reached in two finger and brought out a glob of
yellowish stuff that I thought must be honey.  He smeared his cock head and
then tried to put some in the young teen's ass.  Finally, ignoring her
screams of pain, he got a finger in and lubricated her anus.



   Straddling her fine ass cheeks he began to shove about ten inches of
club at her asshole door.  He grunted and pushed, the skin around her
rectum tearing in places but there was no way he was going to invade that
tight spincter.



   "Too fuckin' tight" he grunted in exasperation.



   "Get the mutt," Abu barked angrily, denied the pleasure of viewing the
teen's sodomization by his favorite henchman.



   The rebels brought out a scrawny black mutt.  Pig Fucker scooped some
more of the honey out of the pot and wiped a mess of it on the pale blonde
pussy lips as the teen twisted and struggled to be free.



   "Please, not that animal.  I'm a virgin.  Please, let one of the men
fuck me, not a dog," she begged.



   The men just laughed and one of the men led the mongrel by his rope
collar closer to the honey dripping pussy.  The dog smelled the sweet
nectar and immediately began to lap at the pussy lips with a long, red
tongue.  He apparently had done this before and was used to the routine.



   The girl struggled but even with the depravity of the beastiality being
perpetrated on her, the feeling of that animal long tongue continually
invading her virgin cooze brought out unwanted feelings.



   "Oh God, make him stop," she whined.  "I can't stand anymore."



   Then a few minutes later, "Oh God, that tongue.  He's making my pussy
feel like it never has before.  I can't take anymore."



   After more honey was added and in about ten minutes, "Ah, what's
happening, I'm having an orgasm from a dog licking me, I'm so ashamed."



   Meanwhile the dog's long, red penis had made an appearance and was
jutting gout onto his hairy belly, a good eight inches in length and quite
a fat roll of dog meat.  Lizzie saw the erection and gasped.



   "Oh no, not that.  You can't let that animal put that in my daughter. 
Please, let me make love to him, not my daughter?"



   Abu chuckled and took a puff on his ever present cigar.  "You, what
would you do with the dog, Miss Lizzie?"



   "I would, eh, make love to him."



   "Be more specific, I can't understand you.  Are you saying you would
fuck the dog?"



   The white woman blushed deeply, her cheeks turning crimson and her voice
faltering but still audible.  "Yes, I would, eh...fuck him.  Yes, fuck the
dog."



   "What else," Abu barked.



   "Oh hell, I'd suck the son-of-a-bitch.  I'd suck him 'til he blew his
nuts in my mouth, is that what you want to hear?  I'd let him butt fuck me
and I'd suck his cock after it came out of my ass, is that enough?"



   Ron and Gramps looked at the pale woman with their mouths hanging open.
I looked at Ron's shorts and saw he had a pretty good bulge going on there.
I didn't know if it was seeing his daughter eaten by a dog or his wife's
desire to have sex with the same dog.



   Abu nodded but went back to watching the interplay of teen and animal.
They had brought out a small log and sat Casey's ass on it bringing it up
off the floor a couple of feet.  Two men held her arms and shoulders to
keep her from rolling backwards.  The dog scooted forward, his claws
digging painfully into the teens shoulders as he hopped on his rear feet.
Soon his stabbing cock flesh made contact with the honey and saliva coated
lips of her pussy and began to stab inside.



   "Ah," Casey shouted as the first penetration was made, about three or
four inches, surely pushing at the membrane of her maidenhead.



   Several more quick jabs and then he penetrated at least six or seven
inches.



   "Oh shit, he's killing me," the teen screamed trying to twist away but
the men's grips were too strong.



   Soon the long dog pecker was ramming full length into the tight pussy.
Whitish fluid and blood seeped from the edges to run down her ass cheeks
and stain the bark of the log.  The dog's cock had expanded to at least
nine inches with a huge knot formed at the base.  He fucked her for a good
ten minutes and then rammed really hard, forcing the knot inside the lips
of her pussy, causing the area to bulge grossly.  The teens cries moved up
in decibels to a wail as the dogs pecker knot stretched her previously
un-stretched pussy to unbearable limits.



   "Please, make him take it out."



   Soon a back flush of canine cum came leaking from the lips and then the
black mutt dismounted leaving a wash of doggy cum to run out in a flow.



   Abu motioned and one of the men grabbed Lizzie by the arm and took her
to where her daughter lay.



   "Clean her up," Abu barked.



   Lizzie hesitated and then looked at the large machete the rebel was
holding against her daughter's thin throat.  She got on her knees, bent
down and began to lap the whitish scum from her daughters bleeding pussy.
She kept gagging but kept at it until the entire area was clean.  She
raised her head and her entire lower face was bathed in dog cum.



   "Taste good?" Abu asked smiling and puffing on his cigar.  "Now, round
two of our Family Feud game.  The boy.  Would you like to have him fuck you
or have both Dad and Gramps there fuck the kid in his ass , one after the
other while he sucks off another dog I have?"



   Lizzie shook her head.  "I can't do something like that.  Please, use me
however you want but spare my children.  They're innocents in all this."



   Abu stood up and strode to the crying mother, lashing out with his hand
and slapping her forcefully across the mouth.  A bright trickle of blood
seeped out of the corner of her mouth and she put her hand to her cut and
bruised lips.



   "There are no fucking innocents in this warm my dear lady.  You are all
combatants because you are of the evil devil.  You defame all true
religious beliefs to whore for your only true god, capitalism while the
third world starves to death.  All you care about is polluting the minds of
our young with your rap filth and your pressure to obtain more and more
money, no matter the costs to others."



   "No" Lizzie sobbed, "we are a good Christian family and we truly care
about others."



   "O.K., lady, show me how much you and your children care.  Let my men
fuck you all to death, would that make you more of a saint, honey?"



   "No, no, my children...spare them, they did nothing to you."



   "Enough bullshit, choose!"



   "I can't please don't do this."



   "I'll choose this time.  No wait, maybe I have a way to convince you to
choose.  Bring the boy."



   Two rebels drug the kicking youth over to Abu.  Sean might have been
lean but he sinewy strength.  The two big men had a hard time handling him.




   "Bring him here," Abu said pointing to the log.  "Take down his pants
and put his cock on the log."



   The men did as they were told, stripping the youth and laying a small
five inch soft cock on the log.



   "That won't do.  You," he said pointing to a still crying Tracy, "do
your brother a favor and suck his cock hard or I'll have the dogs fuck you
too."



   Tracey came over and knelt between her brother's legs.



   "Please sis, you don't have to do this.  I'm a man, I can stand anything
they do to me."



   Tracey looked up at her brother and smiled, "I know Sean, just relax,
let me do this for you."



   Soon the male was groaning as his sisters lips suctioned his cock.  I
remembered how my cock had felt in that velvet mouth and began to get a
boner despite all the horror around me.



   "Ah, I see Palladin is getting a hard on and the girl's father has been
erect the whole time.  Good, this may be better than I had originally
planned."



   He looked at the progress and saw Sean's erect phallus about seven
inches long.



   "Not bad, I'm almost a little jealous, I don't think I was that big at
his age.  Never mind, I grew quite well later, be assured."



   His men broke out laughing.  Aussie Joe had gathered closer to see this
little part of the show.  I wondered if the teen's erect cock was exciting
him.



   "Now, stretch it out on the log.  Pig farmer, when I give the word, if
the white whore has not decided, chop off his cock at the root,
understand?"



   Pig Fucker grunted and grinned, taking the large machete and bringing it
back over his head, ready to do the chopping.



   "All right, bitch, choose."



   Lizzie just collapsed sobbing and shaking her head at her dilemma.  Abu
turned to Pig Fucker and said, "Wait." He lifted Lizzie by the hair so she
could see her young son.  "Now, chop it off!"



   The mother and daughters screamed as the big machete came down with a
swoosh and drove at6 least three inches deep into the plank.  Sean had shut
his eyes but now opened them in wide eyed surprise.  The machete had
chopped a spot two inches beyond the tip of his penis.



   "Ooops, missed," Pig Fucker said and everyone started laughing and
cheering.  Apparently this had been done before and was a good joke among
the men and women watching.



   "O.K., next time, no misses.  One more chance, choose."



   "Sean.  I'll have sex with him.  Just don't harm any of the others."



   Abu lit another cigar.  "Good choice, lady.  Come boy, fuck your mother
good.  Let's see if you can make her cum and I won't chop off your cock and
balls, eh?"



   Chapter Ten



   Abu looked at all the damaged bodies lying in a heap.  He sat back down
in his chair and lit another cheroot.  "Well, Joe, what are we to do with
this group?'



   Joe smirked and walked around, eyeing the mother and the two daughters.
He reached down and fingered both the twin's pussies.  "Both still cherry.
Want the boys to take care of that?"



   Abu looked at the young girls.  He fingered his semi-erect cock.  I'll
take them tonight.  I've never fucked two cherry twin sisters before. 
Should be a blast."



   Lizzie screamed and said, "Please sir, don't take my daughters away from
us.  I'll go with you."



   Abu glanced at the distraught mother.  "Who wants you, bitch.  You've
had it.  I'm giving you to the men."



   The women screamed as they were drug off into the huts.  Abu looked at
the chained Dutch mother still tied to the stake.



   "Last game Palladin.  You decide this one's fate.  I'll give you a
machete and you can lop off her head or I'll turn her back over to my men.
I heard them say they want to burn her alive to see how long she screams.
Not a big fire, just a little bit at a time."



   "You rotten muther fucker," I screamed at the top of my lungs straining
against the men holding me to get to him.  "I'll kill you if it takes a
lifetime, I swear."



   "Brave words from a man whose life I hold in the palm of my hand.  Come
on Palladin, what's it to be?"



   I looked at Katrina and she raised her head enough to try and focus on
me with her closed eyes.



   "Kill me Palladin, please.  I pray you kill me I don't want to live
without my family."



   Her head drooped back down and I thought she had passed out.  Abu walked
up to her and reached down tweaking the raw flesh where her nipple once
was. The mother screamed a terrible scream and strained at her bonds.



   "Still some spunk left.  Good.  Bring out Rex."



   Three men led out a snarling dog.  He looked as large as a Shetland
pony. He was snarling and snapping at anything that got close to him.



   "Now Katrina, I like you a lot.  You've been around a long time.  If you
really want to die, all you have to do is suck off the dog and let him fuck
you in the ass.  What do you say?"



   Katrina nodded her head and they untied her and led her to the dog.  The
brute was laid on his side and a muzzle was placed over his nose.  His head
was held to the ground.  The woman reached down and began to stoke the
hairy dog sheath and soon his red cock poked out and began to grow.  Within
a minute her hand was running up and down eleven inches of thick dog cock,
the juices making a slick clicking sound.  Several of the men were busy
masturbating and tow of the women were being fucked from behind as they
watched the beastiality.



   One of the men yanked her away from the cock and they put her on all
fours.  Rex was led behind her and he immediately mounted her and began to
jab at her exposed genitals.  His claws raked her sides as he grunted and
poked and one of the men grabbed the long cock and introduced it to the
pucker of Katrina's ass.



   The long slim dog cock rammed up into her bowels immediately bringing a
cry from Katrina.  Even as much as she had been forced to endure, this was
the most brutal and painful yet.  The dog hopped up and down in the dirt,
driving the huge cock deeper and deeper until all eleven inches were buried
in her colon.  Both dog and woman were panting.  The dog's long cock soon
became brown streaked form Katrina's bowel content.



   Suddenly, at a sign from Abu, one of the men removed the muzzle from
Rex's big snout.  Immediately the dog drove his canines into the thin neck
of the Dutch woman and with a crunch, the massive jaws broke her neck and
pierced her jugular.  As the woman flopped in her death throes, Rex
finished in her ass.  Dropping off and licking his shit cover dick as the
woman bled out on the ground.



   "Well Palladin, looks like I solved your conundrum.  Do you feel any
better now?"



   I didn't answer as they led me away.  I just wanted to get my hands on
this bastard's scrawny neck.



  
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   Everyone was so distraught that night, no one slept again.  All night
long we heard the laughter of the men and the screams of Lizzie as they
took their pleasure.  Intermittently, we heard a younger scream as Abu took
his pleasures with the daughters.



   The next morning the guards led Mrs.  Fontaine, her granddaughter and
Jessica, the teacher out with me.  The only ones left in the shed were
Erica, Eleanor, Lily and Palmina and the three men.  I considered Sean a
man after what he had been through.  Gramps was still bleeding from the
rectum and I was worried about him.  I feared they had something really
special planned for those three.  Because two were Filipina and the other a
lesbian, these Muslim extremists were going to be very hard on them.



   Abu was in his chair again.



   "I've been patient until now.  We made the request for your ransom Mrs.
Fontaine and with your people Palladin.  Nothing.  Apparently they don't
hold your lives in very high regard.  So, beginning today you are going to
pick one person from the ones left and that person will be executed at dawn
the next morning.  The night before my men will use them however they see
fit.  Is that understood?"



   "What friggin' choice do we have?" Mrs.  F snapped.



   "I'm afraid none.  I'll wait until five this evening for your choice and
then I will pick someone myself.  And, Mrs.  F.  I really like the looks of
your little girl.  My men are begging me to choose her first."



   We went back into the hut.  Mrs.  F.  turned and snapped at me.



   "What to do Palladin.  Come man think.  There must be some way out of
this."



   I looked at my raw and chafed wrist and didn't say anything.  Any choice
I suggested they would not like.



   "I can only think if two ways.  First we can do it by lot.  That is
chance.  Take your fates as they come.  Second, we can vote.  That means
the rest of us picks someone.  Since there are eleven of us there won't be
a tie.  So what do we do?"



   Eleanor looked up and said quickly, "By lot."



   I could see where she was coming from.  Her chances of being selected
were high.  The rest started making their choices almost unanimously by
vote.  Only Gramps added the lot choice.  I also wanted to vote.



   "Eight to two.  Vote it is.  We have no paper so we cant do a silent
vote.  I took a stick.  As each of you votes I record the totals."



   The vote started at the end of the log.



   "Eleanor."



   "Eleanor."



   "Gramps."



   "Eleanor."



   "Gramps and then two more quick votes for Eleanor."



   "Well that's five votes for Eleanor, one more and it's decided and since
it's my turn to vote I vote Eleanor also.  I'm sorry.  It seems that is the
verdict."



   Eleanor looked up, tears streamed down both her cheeks.



   "This is so unfair.  You're doing this because I am a Lesbian, that's
the only reason."



   I said nothing.  What could I say?  I didn't vote for her because of her
sexual orientation.  I voted for her because I could cast a vote and decide
the issue quickly.  Why string it out.  I admired Gramps for his fortitude.
I detested all of Eleanor's wailing and crying the whole time we had been
there.  Simple as that.  One lives, the other dies.  Besides, in
twenty-four hours it wouldn't make much difference.  It was she and Gramps
first.  Period.



   That evening they came in and took Eleanor away and a few minutes later
the twins were drug in and tied back up.  They looked terrible.  Casey face
was black and blue where she had been beaten.  Her lip was swollen and
there was a large gash above her eye.  Her blouse was unbuttoned and both
breasts were dark blue with bruises, the nipples raw and torn.



   Tracey on the other hand had no marks on her face but her upper body was
visible because she came back without a top.  Her back and side were
streaked with bruises and angry welts.  She had been beaten with some belt
or a whip.  Her nipples were torn off.  The women bathed the girls with the
little bit of water that was left.  Neither had seen any sign of their
mother.



   About dark I was laying with my head against the log when I heard a
hiss. I looked up but saw nothing afraid a snake had crawled into the hut.
Then I heard it again.  I stretched my body as far as it would go and got
within a few inches of the bamboo and thatched walls of the hut.  This time
the hiss was much closer to me.  Looking through the cracks I saw nothing
at first then, to my amazement, a camouflaged face in green and black
grease paint was staring at me from about eight inches the other side of
the wall.  And also to my surprise I was able to make out the face was an
American or white person, at least.



   "Don't say a word, just nod.  We're a Delta Force team here to get you
out but it's a tricky engagement.  The two guards are close enough to get
to you with grenades if any firefight starts.  They are in a protected
position we can't hit them with snipers.  You've got to get rid of the big
guy who brings you food in the morning and then lure those two guys over to
the door.  We can take them out form a bluff across the river."



   He paused and said a few words into a small mike clipped to his shirt.
"As soon as they are down, exit the building.  Go right about fifty yards
and there is a trail leading down to the river.  Someone will meet you. 
You must take out the big guy and cut your bonds.  Can you do it, just nod
yes or no."



   I nodded vigorously yes and then he was gone in a flash.  I wondered if
I was in a delusion.  I spoke softly to the questioning of the others,
urging them not to get excited and keep their voices down.  It was hard for
them to remain calm.  Jessica and Erica wept.



   I didn't know how I was going to take out Pig Fucker but I had to try
something if we were going to live.  When dawn arrived, the big rebel
showed up with the two buckets.  When he had sat them down I called to him.



   "You know Pig Fucker you are about the ugliest thing I've seen on this
island or any other island around.  I bet you can't even kick my ass with
me tied up like this.  You look like a real pussy to me."



   I don't know how much he understood but I guess it was enough to piss
him off.  He came around the log and aimed a well-placed kick just as he
had with Anita.  I was a little quicker.  I ducked low and caught his foot
with my free hand.  Spinning his leg, I heard his knee wrench and he let
out a quick scream.  I managed to get his machete out of the canvas holster
on his belt but before I could use it his ham sized fist connected with the
side of my head.  The machete went spinning into the morning gloom.



   He whipped out his army knife the serrated edge held upward ready to rip
my guts out.  He took two steps forward and said, " I'm going to cut..."



   His words were never finished.  The last syllable hung in the air
because there was a swoosh of air and then Pig Fucker's head separated form
his body and spun to the corner of the hut.  Standing with his thong cuffs
cut away and with the bloody machete in his hands stood young Sean, panting
from the exertion of cutting the man's head off.



   "Job well done, young man.  Your mother would have been mighty proud. 
Now hurry, help me get these people loose and then we'll see if we can get
those guards on this side of the hut."



   We finished freeing everyone and then Erica walked to the door and
cracking it open said in a loud voice, "Oh Mr.  Pig Man don't do that to
me, please.  What if those guards came in and saw us."



   I heard a laugh and then saw the shadow of the men moving around the
sides of the hut.  As soon as they turned the corner, away from the rest of
the camp but facing the river, there were two oft thuds and both men fell
to the ground.  We rushed the door and I told Ron and Sean to lead the rest
to the trail.  Reaching down to the shirtfront of one of the rebels I
pulled a Willie peter grenade loose.  Running as fast as my weak legs could
carry me I covered the fifty yards across the compound toward Abu's hut. 
Suddenly gunfire erupted everywhere and men were running.  I saw Abu for a
second at the entrance to his hut, naked and then he bolted back inside to
get a weapon or clothes.



   I pulled the pin on the WP grenade and lobbed it through the hutch door.
I watched for the two or three seconds, my breath held and my heart in my
throat expecting a bullet at nay moment and then his hut turned into a
flaming volcano.  The fire flared fifty feet into the air and then he came
out, screaming, totally engulfed in flames.



   I cut and ran, zigzagging as bullets whizzed about my head and ears. 
Two rangers stood at the bluff urging m e to hurry.  They led me down the
trail where two helicopters were filling up with our group.  As soon as we
were airborne the Rangers were lifted and then the Apache's began making
rocket and machine gun runs on the village.



   Forty-eight hours later we were being debriefed in a luxury hotel in
Manila.  We were alive, at least some of us.  We'd left some behind. 
Katrina and her entire family.  Anita and Eleanor and poor Lizzie.



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   I got some good press but the fact those terrorists were still around
bother me.  I got special government permission to carry a piece and I had
some military hardware brought to my new apartment when I moved out of the
hotel.  Susan met me with the sad news she had become engaged with her Hong
Kong pilot buddy while in Hong Kong.  I tried to talk her into one last
fling before the marriage but she resisted.  I wondered how long that would
hold up.



   Erica called me a few days later and asked me if I would like to have
dinner with her.  I went to her home and her father thanked me profusely
for all I had done for his daughter to get her out alive.  I didn't discuss
the fact I had pissed all over her.



   As we were saying goodbye she took my hand and said, "You know I got mad
at you because you wanted to have anal sex with me.  After all we've been
through, giving you a crack at my ass would be the least I could do to say
thanks."



   "That's one crack I would really appreciate getting, baby," I cracked
back.



   "I'll call you in a few days and arrange to spend a weekend at your new
pad.  Your house warming present will be an economy sized jar of anal lube,
all right?"



   "I'll keep a hard on ready for you," I promised.



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