Chapter 2
It was a little past daybreak, and the men had slept only a few hours.
But they were wide awake now and ready to examine their prize. Lawton barked out
orders: "No, by her wrists. Then loop the rope over that limb. We want her
stretched as tightly as possible. That's right."
Sheena was soon strung up, with her legs spread and her ankles secured
to stakes driven into the ground. She had been stripped, and her body, wet with
sweat from resisting her captors, glistened in the sunlight that filtered down
through the forest.
Louie whistled. "Jesus, she is really fine," he said.
"Yes, quite lovely," said Lawton, running his hand along Sheena's arm
and down to her left breast. "Excellent muscle tone. A few battle scars, but
otherwise in top-notch condition."
Sheena's head nodded forward. They had drugged her when she put up a
fight. Now she struggled just to remain conscious.
"Can you hear me, my dear?" Lawton said loudly. She looked up.
"This scar," he said, pointing to her shoulder, "how did you get it?"
Sheena mumbled a response.
"Sorry, my dear, but I didn't catch that."
"Salonga," she said softly.
"Ah, yes," said Lawton. "Salonga." He turned to Louie. "It's a national
park, on the other side of the river, about two hundred kilometers south of
here. Looks like a bullet wound. Who did it? Poacher?"
Sheena nodded.
"And this?" Lawton asked, running his fingers along four parallel white
lines that ran from her lower back, around her waist almost to her navel.
"Cat," said Sheena.
"Leopard?"
She nodded again.
"In Salonga?"
She shook her head. "Ituri."
Lawton turned to the men. His face was filled with pride.
"What did I tell you?" he said. "We have captured a true heroine, a
woman of rare courage and strength, as well as beauty."
He looked up at the sky. "But enough gloating. Time for a good
breakfast, then we break camp and begin our journey."
"You want me to untie her?" Louie asked.
"No, leave her here for the moment," said Lawton. He smiled at her. It
was a kind, solicitous smile. "We'll be back shortly, my dear, and we'll bring
you a scone, if you promise to behave."
They wandered off - all but Dooley.
He stepped out of the shadows and cupped his hand under Sheena's chin.
"Morning, cunt," he said softly. "Who needs breakfast when there's hot
pussy just hanging here?" He slid his hand down to her crotch and pushed three
dirty fingers into her vagina.
"Why . . . do you do this?" Sheena asked. Her voice was just a whisper.
"Because I want to."
"No, why have you captured me?"
"Oh, that. Because we can sell you for a lot of money. You know about
money, don't you, sweetheart?"
Sheena knew about money. She knew how it drove men crazy - just as her
body drove them crazy.
"Do what you want with me," she said. "But let my friend go."
"You don't understand," said Dooley. "We're going to do what we want
with and with your lesbo lover. And what's going to happen to her will be just .
. . ."
He paused, grinned, and said, " . . . too fucking awful for words."
Sheena closed her eyes. She wore the look of someone beyond hope.
Dooley stepped behind her and unzipped his pants. Then he put his arms
around her. He pinched and twisted her nipples until she cried out in pain. Then
he slid one hand down her belly and massaged her vulva.
She struggled and moaned.
"You like it, don't you bitch?" he whispered in her ear. "Just like your
little cunt, Rosie. She liked it when I twisted her tits and rubbed her pussy,
too."
"Please," Sheena begged.
Dooley jammed his hardened prick into her moistened vagina. Her body
stiffened, then trembled.
He fucked her slowly, all the while whispering words of abuse. And when
he came, he bit the back of her neck until he tasted blood.
# # #
Lawton was furious. Had he not needed Dooley's technical expertise, he
would have ejected him from their party and let him try to find his way back to
civilization on his own. Instead, he whacked Dooley across the face with a
riding crop.
None of the men except Gene was close to Dooley, but they all agreed
that striking a man in the face broke an unwritten rule. What's more, it invited
trouble. Dooley was difficult under the best of circumstances. Now, he'd be
looking for his chance at revenge.
He didn't have to wait long.
