A steamy tale of kidnap, punishment and dark pleasure. Escape with our hapless heroine through dense, inhospitable jungle in the dead of night, as she flees a posse of callous, determined pursuers and fights her lonely way toward an unexpected sexual awakening.
EXTRACT
Cassandra Ward, personal assistant to the chief executive officer of
one of the largest mining conglomerates in South America, stretched
her lovely, twenty-two year old body languorously on the narrow,
rumpled bed.
Hovering above her the slim athletic figure of Allessandro, her
boss’s handsome, young chauffeur smiled as he thrust his still hard
cock into the heated mush of her well-satisfied pussy.
The all but exhausted couple’s final orgasms had been
strong and synchronized after more than two hours of ardent lovemaking
in Allessandro’s tiny garage flat.
Inside the cramped bedroom the air was heavy and fetid with
the delicious smell of sex. The temperature must have climbed to
almost forty degrees Cassie thought, squirming her body lazily in the
heat as the young Brazilian slowly pumped his narrow hips above her.
Cassie moaned softly, enjoying the sensation of their
mingled perspiration as it pooled in her deep navel, the warm overflow
trickling down her smooth flanks as she moved gently with him.
God! her long, dark hair was soaked to the roots with perspiration;
whilst her crotch ran with a thickening musk-laden melange of sweat,
love juice and semen.
Cassie ran her hands appreciatively over the young
Brazilian’s firm, quivering buttocks, enjoying the feel of his smooth,
olive flesh rocking between her upraised thighs.
Cassie had been discretely partaking of Allessandro’s
particular physical charms for several weeks now. Regularly slipping
away from her stylish downtown apartment to rut with her young Latin
lover in his back street garage room.
The awful sounding cliché made her smile - her young Latin
lover, what would her colleagues at BRAZCO say if they knew what she
had been up to all these weeks with the boss’s heart-throb driver?
Sex, it was her one weakness. Cassie simply loved the
physical act of fornicating. Not for her the complications of a
permanent relationship; she had gladly left that particular mistake
behind her two years ago in England.
Neither was she interested in the tedium of a tawdry office
affair with the inevitable gossip and stationary cupboard gropings,
and married, middle managers seeking to ‘help her career’.
As she ran her long fingers through Allessandro’s damp,
black hair Cassie caught sight of her wristwatch and realized the time
was fast approaching for her to take her reluctant leave.
Christen and Lucy were expecting her at the Racquet Club in a
little over an hour. If she left now she would have just enough time
to swing by her apartment and grab a quick shower before meeting them
for evening cocktails.
Cassie began to giggle. Her leaving was indeed becoming
very reluctant now that Allessandro was once again turning his devout
attention back to her nipples, sucking hungrily on the broad, dark
cones, bringing them back to full tumescence within seconds.
Cassie groaned regretfully, ‘Christ!’ she could lie here
screwing this boy all night, she simply had to get him off her
oversensitive breasts, or else she would quite simply never get out of
here.
Smiling broadly, she pried herself with difficulty out from
under the smirking Allessandro and tapping her wristwatch murmured
sulkily, “got to go baby.”
A grinning Allessandro nodded and swung himself up off the
bed and began to pull on his skin-tight jeans. Cassie was relieved
that he didn’t try to persuade her to stay a while longer as he
usually did: Getting out of Allessandro’s flat was always a damn sight
harder than getting in she thought, a wicked smile twitching at the
corners of her full lips.
Disappearing into the small bathroom, Cassie quickly
towelled the sweat from her body with a threadbare bath sheet and
brushed out her damp hair. She checked her face in the little, stained
mirror above the chipped sink and approved of what she saw there.
Cassie knew she was beautiful. It wasn’t vanity, everyone
told her so. Men couldn’t fail to be attracted by the striking green
eyes and pale complexion framed by the thick, dark brown almost black
hair falling well past her shoulders. And her figure; full breasted,
narrow waisted and long legged, completed the stunning package.
As she repaired her makeup, Cassie wondered for how much
longer she would be satisfied with Allessandro as her only lover. For
some time now she had sensed that something was missing in her love
life, or more precisely she corrected herself, in her sex life.
Cassie blushed as she admitted to herself that lately she
had begun to crave a stronger more robust sort of lover. One who would
not defer to her as readily, or treat her as gently in bed as did her
usual choice of overawed men friends.
Only a few days ago she had been asked to dinner for the
third time by a local businessman who, from the uncompromising almost
belligerent way he openly ogled her body, might well make a far more
exciting and demanding lover.
Cassie decided then and there that she would accept his
very next inevitable invitation. Who knows she thought smiling
mischievously to herself, she might even ask him to tie her up with
some silks and spank her bottom!
Finishing her inspection and finding nothing amiss, Cassie
stepped back into the bedroom and began to gather up the clothing she
had so hastily discarded upon her arrival earlier in the afternoon.
As the brunette bent to retrieve her fallen underwear she
caught sight of a sudden movement out of the corner of her eye. She
turned in time to see a stocky, hard faced man enter the small bedroom
and move purposefully toward her.
With a yelp of alarm Cassie dropped her bra and panties as
she made to cover her exposed pudendum and heavy breasts with her
hands.
“Who the hell are you?” she demanded sharply, desperately
trying to inject a note of authority and dignity into her voice. She
looked wildly around for Allessandro whom she suddenly sensed behind
her, moments before he inexplicably wrapped his arms about hers
pinning her forearms tightly to her trunk!
Then, without the slightest hesitation, the tough looking
newcomer stepped in close and brought his iron hard fist up in a
short, sharp arc to explode on the exposed point of Cassie’s perfectly
formed chin and after a sudden, violent burst of stars everything
faded to deepest black.
When Cassie eventually regained her senses it took several moments to
re-orientate herself.
The young woman felt a chill hand clutch at her innards as
she suddenly remembered what had happened to her; Allessandro holding
her, the stocky stranger coming into the bedroom and striking her.
Cassie was still in the tiny flat above the company’s
private parking garage, that much she could tell from the sexual
odours still clinging to the bed sheet her face was buried in.
She knew that she must have been out for a while because it
was now dark in the bedroom and her panic suddenly became magnified
when she realized that her mouth was heavily taped over and that she
was tied down.
