"Summer in Paradise" by Fox
Chapter 3
The maid glanced back over her shoulder as she walked to the hotel room
door. That foolish girl, Angelita thought, she has no idea what she has gotten
herself into. And such a lively body, too. It's a shame ...
Angelita pushed her housekeeping cart to one side and opened the door. A
swarm of six dark clad men carrying rifles, surprisingly quiet in their uniforms
and army boots, immediately dispersed throughout the suite. Someone let out a
low whistle as he encountered Summer, bound and naked on the table.
"Angelita," whispered the seventh uniformed man through the door. Unlike
the others, he was not visibly armed for combat. He smiled, and kissed the maid
on the mouth as he crossed the threshold. Putting one arm around his waist, the
maid closed the door behind him.
"He's not here," she said. "Mi Capitan", she added.
The man scowled, his displeasure obvious. "Then we will wait." He
stepped forward into the room, his dark eyes taking in the scene of his soldiers
surveying the suite.
Angelita smiled. "But the girl is."
"Ah yes, the girl," the man said. "I assume you took her into custody?"
The mmph-ing sound from the dining room caught his ear. He looked
quizzically at Angelita.
"Well, Captain, as you will see," said Angelita with a grin, "she was
already under house arrest, of sorts."
The captain turned in the direction of the sound, and walked into the
dining room. He was surprised to see woman lying naked and bound on a dining
room table. One of his men was cruelly squeezing the poor girl's breasts. She
was moaning in pain. The captain cleared his throat.
The soldier looked up from his pawing of Summer, his eyes glazed with
desire. He looked first at Angelita, then at his commander, and immediately
stepped back to stand at attention. His fingerprints remained, red splotches
against the fairness of Summer's skin.
"Angelita, what's this?" queried the officer.
The maid smiled a sly smile. "Well Captain," she began, "I entered the room
disguised as a housekeeper, as planned. I found this woman lying here on the
table, completely tied up and helpless. I decided that it would be best not to
release her, as she must be accompanying the suspect, or at the very least, in
his employ."
The captain regarded the naked woman before him. Summer's eyes, red with and
full of tears, begged for mercy. Her body shook. A trickle of urine smeared on
the table beneath her.
"Hmm." The Captain ran his hand along Summer's shoulder, cupped her breast,
then her abdomen. She twitched and moaned, trying to resist but knowing it was
hopeless. His hand, fingers stubby and strong, slowly traversed her nakedness,
down her hip to her thigh, along the curve of the leg to where the ropes
clenched the ankles.
"She's not our target. She will be a casualty."
Summer's eyes snapped open, huge and round. Terrified.
The captain drew his pistol. He handed it to Angelita.
"Dispose of the body."
Angelita stepped close to him. "Sir, I have another idea," she cooed
seductively. "She enjoys this kind of treatment, I believe, so give her over to
me for retraining. She'll simply" - Angelita snapped her fingers - "vanish."
The captain stroked Angelita under her chin. "Very well, then. She's to
be sent to the farm. And you, sweet Angelita, will be in charge of her
transport."
Beckoning to one of the soldiers to follow, he turned and left the room.
The maid Angelita leaned over Summer's shivering form.
"Now you're mine, sweet one," she hissed.
Summer squeezed her now puffy, tear-soaked eyes shut once more.
Angelita kicked off her leather shoes and reached up under the maid's
uniform. With several wiggles of her hips, a pair of pantyhose appeared beneath
the hem. The soldier had a view of her round taut butt as she slid the pantyhose
to the floor and stepped out of them.
"What are you looking at, soldier?" she snapped, feeling his gaze.
"Nothing ma'am!" he responded smartly, standing stiffly.
Angelita stepped close to the now nervous soldier. He suddenly feared he
might be in deep trouble.
"You could be an interesting addition to my stable," Angelita growled, her
voice dripping with menace. Her right hand dug into his crotch, squeezing the
male parts beneath the black fatigues. With her other hand, she rubbed her
pantyhose in his face. "Do you like the smell of me, soldier?"
"No ma'am! Yes ma'am!" the confused soldier blurted. Angelita laughed, gave
his balls a squeeze, and turned her attention to the girl on the table. Drawing
a knife from her maid's apron, Angelita sliced the pantyhose into two parts. She
drew the helpless girl into a sitting position. Angelita smiled, and stroked
Summer's face.
"You're going on a trip, sweet thing," she said. Her voice was all sugar.
Summer made a sound of puzzlement as Angelita placed the open end to the
pantyhose across her forehead. With a pull on either side, Angelita slid the
slippery fabric completely over Summer's head until the foot reached the girl's
crown. Stretching the fabric as far as she could, Angelita then tugged it over
Summer's bare shoulders and down her chest. Summer's breasts flattened at the
new compression. After a few pulls and smoothing motions, Angelita was
satisfied with how snug the fabric fit over Summer's head.
"It was nice of your boyfriend to leave us some packing material," Angelita
smirked. She took the roll of tape, and stuck an end to the top of Summer's
head. With a practiced motion, she wound the sticky tape down the girl's face,
under her chin and back up the opposite side. She repeated this motion two more
times, cinching Summer's already taped mouth even more tightly shut. Next came
tape around the girl's mouth. Around and around she went, circling Summer's head
in a web of silver, leaving the nose and eyes for last.
Angelita pushed Summer back down on the tabletop. Stretching the opening to
the other half of the pantyhose, she pulled it over Summer's feet and began to
work it up the girl's legs. The clingy fabric, designed to fit around just one
limb, forced Summer's legs even closer together than the rope bindings.
"Hmm, what should we do with this?" Angelita teased when she reached the
electric muscle massager. "I can't plug it in while you're in transit, and I'm
sure you'll miss it. I guess we'll just have to take it off." Using her knife,
she slit the rope binding the massager to Summer's thigh.
She pulled the pantyhose up the girl's thighs to her butt. Ordering the
soldier to raise Summer by her feet, Angelita pulled the pantyhose past Summer's
hips to her waist, over the girl's hands, stretching the sheer material as far
as it would go. She wound tape around Summer's middle, securing the pantyhose in
place.
"Hmpf! You've peed yourself. That'll ruin the tabletop." Angelita turned to
the soldier still holding Summer's legs in the air. "Maybe I'll have you clean
it up with your tongue, heh?"
The soldier went rigid. Angelita laughed, and tossed him a second roll of
tape. "Here, finish wrapping her up. All but her eyes and nose, leave those
parts to me."
The soldier caught the roll of silver duct tape with one hand. He smiled -
the witch was letting him manhandle her prisoner! Wonderful! He could hardly
wait to run his hands over that ass, those breasts.
Like a good soldier, he began to wrap Summer in the silver tape. He started
at her insteps, a single strand wound around the feet, then a second strand
overlapping the first, and then on to a third strand before angling up to the
ankles. Ah yes, the ankles, lovely, thin gringo ankles, like an aristocrat's, a
fine lady's, not like the women from his village with their fat swollen ankles,
no, this one had nice slender ankles. He pictured them waving in the air above
his shoulders, and leered.
"Well perdida," he said. "Looks like your life is about to change, si? The
witch Angelita has asked for you and Captain Rasquedo says she can have you. Too
bad for you, perdida. I guess you have no idea what the witch likes to do with
women, he? Men too." As he talked, he wound the silver tape around Summer's
body, pausing every few minutes to smooth it out.
Terrified, Summer could sense his arousal like a bitch knows when a male wolf
is near.
Panic now gripped her, fiercely. She was going to die, or worse, disappear
somewhere in the jungle. Why oh why is this happening to her? her mind demanded.
Summer began to cry.
The wrapping of her body was uncomfortably tight. She was disgusted, the way
he pawed and grabbed at her. He didn't care if he hurt her, and in fact, seemed
to like the noises she made when he pinched and squeezed. Geoffrey, I need you,
where are you? Summer's mind screamed.
But there was no answer.
The soldier stepped back from the table to admire the wrapping job. From
Summer's toes to just under her breasts, a cocoon of silver tape enveloped her.
Her eyes were teary, frightened, peering out from the silver mask covering her
face.
"Ah perdida, it would have been so nice to fuck you before you get sent
away," he said. His breath was hot, smelly against Summer's face. "I would have
slipped it up your ass and your wet pussy and you would have begged for more."
He laughed.
"Good bye, little one," he said, placing a final strand of the silver
tape over Summer's nipple. "Think of me when they remove this tape, he?"
Summer could hear voices from the other part of the suite. Noise from a
walky-talky. The Captain, the maid Angelita and another soldier entered the
dining room; the remaining soldiers disappeared. The room was suddenly still,
heavy with anticipation.
Quiet.
Only the harshness of Summer's laboured breathing could be heard
anywhere in the suite.
The sound of a key inserted into the door.
"MMMMPPHHH!" Summer tried to warn Geoffrey. She thrashed about on the
tabletop.
The door swung open.
"Summer?"
"MMMmmph! MMMMPPH! MMMPPPHHH!!!!"
The maid Angelita pressed the muzzle of a pistol, hard, into Summer's
forehead. Angelita's teeth were clenched in a grimace. "sh!" she hissed.
Geoffrey stepped into the room. Striking like an angry cobra, a soldier
waiting behind the door slammed his rifle butt into Geoffrey's back. Geoffrey
went down on all fours, hard. His knees made a resounding thump as they hit the
floor. He reached inside his jacket. The soldier kicked him square between the
legs. Summer screamed into the tape covering her mouth. Geoffrey went down on
his chest, his hand still inside the jacket, now trapped there. A second soldier
chambered a round in his rifle. He rammed the barrel against the back of
Geoffrey's skull.
Coughing, in pain, Geoffrey retched. Yellow vomit spewed out of his
mouth. The first soldier, having come around to Geoffrey's side, kicked out
again. The boot landed on Geoffrey's ribs, lifting him in the air like an
inchworm caterpillar trying to crawl.
Geoffrey retched again, made a hacking sound; then laid still, his face
in a pool of spittle and puke.
