Part 4

Silvia

A bead of sweat slowly trickled down from Silvia’s forehead to her cheek, then to the bottom of her chin, before dripping onto her cleavage, generously displayed in her dirty tank top. She was sitting on a large wooden chair, almost a throne, her muscled legs on full display as they pointed outwards in a wide angle. Only her black panties were giving her any coverage. After the forced march through the jungle she had no idea where she was, except that it was some kind of stone building that had been standing for a long, long time. It was overgrown with vines and tree roots and covered in strange markings. She would have been very fascinated to take a proper look at the place, especially given that it might have a connection to her archaeological hunt, but right now she had more pressing concerns. Her wrists were strapped down tightly to the arms of the chair, as were her ankles at the bottom. Another strap ran against her neck, and two more against her upper thighs. The leather bands were buckled in tight and gave her no room to budge. The thug that had taken her there at gunpoint said he’d be back soon but that was at least an hour ago.

“HELP!” She screamed out, her voice carrying through the open archway in front of her into the still pitch black night. She had been yelling sporadically for hours which told her she was far from any of her allies. It wasn’t the first time she had been held captive, but being so far from civilization and any chance of help, she knew she was in trouble. And that assessment shored itself up a moment later when she noticed a low, dark shape moving towards the building from outside. She knew almost immediately what it was, even before the claws of the creature clicked down against the stone floor, and the largest panther she had even seen in her life slowly advanced into the room, locking eyes with her and growling in a low tone. More beads of sweat welled up on her forehead as she shrunk back in her bindings, unable to look away from the beast.

“Okay… Easy there my friend…” She whispered nervously, as it climbed up onto the seat between her legs, baring its teeth and slobbering over her tank top, coming almost face to face with her. It started to growl louder, and as it opened its mouth wide Silvia finally closed her eyes and turned her head away, only to hear a gruff voice a moment later.

“Down girl! I think she gets the idea.” The male voice ordered, compelling the animal to obediently step down and crouch at Silvia’s feet. She could see the speaker walking into the room now, followed by her earlier captor and two other men, one of whom was conspicuously carrying a large wheel attached to some kind of threaded cylinder, like a thick, blunt corkscrew. As the men piled into the room, the panther’s owner stepped up beside the beast and ran his hand along its neck, eliciting a low purr. He looked to be at least in his 40s, with sun beaten skin and a thick beard, dressed in khaki and draped with ammunition belts.

“Listen, there’s been a misunderstanding. I don’t have anything to do with whatever is going on out here, I just stumbled across one of your men.” Silvia started, wanting to go on but suddenly being cut off by the panther jumping back up towards her, before the man calmed it again with a quick gesture.

“Misunderstanding doesn’t cut it, we’re hundreds of miles inside the jungle and there’s nothing else here. Believe me, I checked.” The man spoke quietly and plainly, almost soothingly, but Silvia wasn’t fooled. She had seen very dangerous men speak much kinder.

“So I’ll ask you once nicely; Who are you? And how did you find us?” He finished. Silvia looked from his serious eyes, to the leering eyes of the men, to the dark eyes of the panther. Whoever these guys were, they were clearly up to something illegal. The real question was how far they would go to protect their privacy.

“Listen, I’m an explorer. I’m on an expedition, searching for an ancient site. I have no business with you.” She explained, not willing to reveal her allies at this point, knowing they would almost certainly be outgunned and killed or captured too. The men exchanged glances, confirming with each other that no one believed her.

“And what brought you here specifically?” The man asked.

“I was following a source, if you take me back to my camp I can show you the map.” She protested. The man only shook his head.

“I’ll give you one thing, it’s a better cover story than most. But I’m afraid we need the truth.” He answered with a hint of what almost sounded like admiration, before nodding to the man holding the wheel. Silvia shook her head desperately, struggling against the bonds again.

“Listen to me, you’re making a mistake!” She growled, speaking more aggressively now. She watched the man take the wheel around to the back of the chair and tried desperately to turn and watch him, but only vaguely saw him insert it into a hole behind the small of her back, slowly screwing it in. A few moments later she felt the flat end of the cylinder press against her, and she knew what was happening.

“It’s going to get harder and harder to hold that position, until you tell us who sent you here. Or until your spine shatters.” The man in front of her explained with a cruel lack of emotion. Silvia shook her head.

“Nobody sent me! I work for myself!” She yelled, making the panther snarl back at her angrily. The man simply shook his head and she heard the wheel being turned, the cylinder pushing her back out further. She was feeling the strain now, the straps digging into her thighs and her neck. She started to choke, her lower back screamed out in pain. They must have been able to tell she was holding something back, but she didn’t want to admit all the details of her expedition. As well as wanting to keep Raphael and the others safe, a part of her wanted to keep it secret in case there really was something valuable nearby. If there was money to be made she didn’t want to have to share it with these thugs. They watched her struggle for a few more moments, then without asking another question the man nodded again, and she felt the wheel turn further. Her muscles screamed with pain as her back was contorted forward and the strap around her neck started to cut off her air. Her face was red, her entire body dripping with sweat as she strained against the bindings and the cruel instrument digging into her. She looked with stubborn indignation at the man in front of her, but she knew if she didn’t say anything a few more turns of the crank would break her back. She felt the corkscrew move another inch against her and time seemed to slow down. She was tough, she was Silvia Salgado, she had been tortured before and held her tongue. She told herself she wouldn’t break but at the same time she knew she couldn’t breathe, her vision was fading, her muscles burned, her lower body was bent out in an agonisingly painful position. She could almost see the man’s hands on the wheel, ready to turn it further, and suddenly a terrific fear gripped her that he might just do it, dispose of her right then and there.

“Okay stop! I’ll tell you everything!” She cried, making the man ease up on the wheel ever so slightly. He didn’t turn it back any further, leaving her in agony with her chest arched out suggestively and her entire body trembling from the strain. The boss said nothing but gestured for her to continue. Desperate to make them release her from the position, which had become unbearable, she started talking and didn’t stop except to take a deep breath every few seconds as she struggled to take the air in. She explained everything from the delta source to their arrival at the lake, including who she was travelling with. When she was done she looked pleadingly up at him, her face red and soaked with sweat. He nodded subtly, and with enormous relief the cylinder was retracted, not completely but enough to leave her only in discomfort rather than agony. The moment she caught her breath and collapsed back into the chair she felt sick to her stomach. She had given away her group's position, their numbers, what weapons they had, even the fact that they hadn’t told anyone exactly where they were going. She hoped to god they could get away before being captured as well.

“Well, now that we have the whole truth one thing is clear, I don’t have to kill you. It’s a shame, Lucky hasn’t had a real meal in so long.” He said, the panther perking up upon hearing its name.

“If… If you let me go, I’ll leave and never come back. I haven’t seen anything.” She pleaded, still catching her breath. The man chuckled slightly and in that moment she knew she wasn’t going anywhere.

“I said I didn’t have to kill you, that’s because you might be useful to me. But first thing’s first, I need to deal with your friends.” He answered. By now the other men had gathered around her and she realised why, her body must have looked quite appealing in the position she was in, her chest pushed out to maximise her cleavage and her bare legs on full display. One of them reached down and gripped her left tit through the tank top, giving it a hard squeeze.

“Get your hands off me cabrón!” She snarled, trying to twist her body away without much success.

“What do you want us to do with her boss?” Her assailant asked as the leader turned to leave.

“Do whatever you want, just keep her in one piece.” Was the only answer before he and the panther disappeared into the darkness. Silvia could only watch in fury as the three remaining men descended on her. Her screams echoed out through the jungle but no one who had any intention of helping her could hear them.

Rebecca

From a certain perspective, the trip back to shore was an uneventful one. Although Abbey’s yacht would never return to its mooring in Greece, Leon managed to plot a safe trip to Yugoslavia and the men took turns piloting the vessel. Ordinarily in their line of work, watching the prisoner would be considered the boring job, but they had never had a spare before who was an attractive young woman. Rebecca was dragged around between the men enough that she knew where they were going just from listening in. She also managed to pick up that they had organised to trade Abbey away in Croatia for a very large sum of money. What remained unclear was her own fate once they got to shore. In the meantime she was relentlessly used and abused, sometimes as a way of intimidating Abbey, sometimes out of boredom and eventually as an outlet for their frustration when they couldn’t get Abbey out of the cage. She had every orifice filled with cum dozens of times, spent almost the entire time in excruciatingly tight bondage, and when they ran out of sex acts to perform on her they came up with new ones. There was seldom an hour that went by when she didn’t have a cock somewhere inside her. The men quickly realised they couldn’t get through the cage with the equipment they had available to them, so they simply made Abbey’s journey as unpleasant as possible, lowering the cage close to the water so she was constantly sprayed and dunked underneath. They had orders to keep her in good condition so they had to feed her, but by the time they approached land she was beyond miserable. She never stopped pleading, offering larger and larger sums of money to let her go, but it all fell on deaf ears. As part of their attempts to break her, the men detailed all the horrible things they would do to her once she was out, but Rebecca suspected they weren’t allowed to actually follow through on their threats.

The only moment during the journey when her mind wasn’t focused solely on surviving and praying for a way to escape came when they briefly had to stop the yacht to avoid getting close to an Italian naval vessel. With Leon watching Abbey, Yan took Rebecca inside the main bedroom, the same room she had snuck into before. She was lying face down on the silk sheets, completely bound and gagged as she always was, with Yan’s fist balled up in her hair and his cock slamming down in and out of her asshole, completely raw. The humiliation was dizzying enough, not to mention the searing pain as he rearranged her insides with every thrust. Slowly, she was pushed down the length of the bed by his rough fucking, shuffled along until her head neared the edge and he rearranged himself, grabbing her arms and pulling back as he hammered away even deeper inside her. Her head was pulled up a little and she found herself staring at an ancient stone tablet in the corner of the room, almost as big as she was. She knew it was the object Abbey’s men had hauled up from the wreck, but she hadn’t seen it up close until now, and she could make out what looked like written symbols! It was hard to read while she was constantly being jerked back and forth, but Yan was taking his sweet time with her. After a minute or two she realised it was a passage in ancient Greek, well worn but just barely legible in some sections. She knew enough of the language to pick up on some of the meaning, and she gasped into the gag when she picked up on a few striking similarities with the delta source. There was no doubt about it, this was another piece of the same puzzle. She kept reading, trying to gather as much information as possible, but after only a few minutes she was suddenly pulled away in the other direction and slammed up against the headboard, taking Yan’s cock in yet another position. She cursed into the gag, not just from the renewed pain but from her sudden separation from the tablet. She kept hoping he would turn her towards it again but he never did, eventually filling her ass with his disgusting seed before dragging her out of the room. Still, she had managed to glean some information, maybe enough to prove useful. The only thing left was for her to somehow get out of this situation, but that was seeming more and more helpless by the hour.

Elsa

SNAP!

With a resounding noise, almost like the trunk of a mighty tree cracking in half, Braxton’s belt snapped in half, releasing Elsa’s neck from the rope binding her hips. She gasped desperately for air, her vision was blurred, she had almost passed out from lack of oxygen after how hard she had to pull with her neck. It took her nearly a minute to recover, time she wasn’t sure she had. With nothing holding it against her bare back, the bomb had fallen onto the dais beside her, and luckily hadn’t exploded right away from the impact, but it was still ticking away. She knew it only had twenty minutes or so left on it, so there was no time to lose. With the belt gone a lot of the tension in her body had been dispelled and she was able to struggle much more against the ropes binding her wrists and ankles. If she could just get one loose… She roared out with a primal, rage filled grunt as she pulled as hard as she could, her wrist finally slipping out from its binding after minutes of struggling.

“Yes! Yes yes yes!” She cried out, wasting no time in undoing the knots. To her utter dismay, the freezing cold had more than set in at this point and her fingers were so numb they were almost useless on the ropes. Almost. It took her another five minutes just to get the other hand free, and another five at least to bend down and release her contorted body, leaving only her ankles tethered to the platform below the dais. Before moving on, she grabbed the explosive device that Braxton had rigged to her body and desperately examined it.

“AAAH!” She suddenly screamed out in pain. She had rotated around to sit on the dais, forgetting the utter hell that bastard had inflicted on her rear end. Most of her body had gone numb by now but the fresh bruises and welts on her ass ignited with searing pain, making her drop the device in shock. She winced as it tumbled down onto the platform away from her, landing with the timer facing upwards. There was about nine minutes left before it ran out and presumably blew the entire cavern to pieces, she may have been able to disarm it but the blasted thing had landed out of reach and her ankles were still tethered down. She had no choice but to jump off the dais and get her feet free as fast as possible, which took another few minutes of fiddling with her numb and now blistered fingers. When she finally got herself free there was just over five minutes on the timer. No time to try and disarm it, her best bet was to run, and there was no time to dive into the moat looking for her clothes either. Using her foot, she nudged the bomb into the moat surrounding the platform; it was probably waterproof but that would at least weaken the explosive power somewhat. Not wasting another second, she plotted out a path along the stepping stones over the moat, this time making sure not to slip, as had been her undoing earlier.

Soon she was on the other side, and there were only two passages that led out of the cavern, which was lit up dimly from sunlight that filtered through the large cracks in the high ceiling. One was the way they had come, definitely no good, it would take at least a half hour to clamber out that way. The other was a tiny chute that led in the opposite direction and seemed to slope upward. She knew she was pretty deep underground here, and it’s possible that the chute was an access passageway that led right out to the surface. At any rate it was her only hope, and she ran towards it as fast as she could. She knew she must have been a sorry sight, her ass still red from the savage beating it had received, her muscles still aching from the bondage, Braxton’s frozen cum still plastering her back. Still, she pushed on, reaching the chute and clambering inside. It was a tight squeeze, a really tight squeeze, but with a lot of difficulty she managed to crawl upwards, using whatever hand holds she could find. Just as she had hoped, it seemed to lead almost straight up, and before she knew it she could feel the wind from outside, a welcoming sensation as bitingly cold as it was. She pushed on, knowing she could have had mere seconds left before the bomb went off. Sure enough, the tiny chute suddenly turned out at a sharp angle, and she stuck her head around the corner to find herself looking out over a steep drop. The temple was built into the wall of a stone cliff and she was now high up above the grand courtyard they had crossed when they arrived. They hadn’t noticed the tiny hole high up above the entrance back then. She could see the edge of the forest before her, and clear signs of Braxton and the Sherpas having made their hasty exit through the snow into the treeline. Just as she started looking for a way down, a low, rumbling boom emanated up from beneath her, shaking the very foundations of the structure. The bomb had gone off, and she could tell the temple was collapsing. If she jumped right away she would fall to her death, so she had no choice but to hold on until the cliff face itself started to collapse under her. Mustering up her last shreds of strength, she launched herself from the rubble as she started to fall, aiming for the thick snow and landing with a thud, the fresh powder breaking her fall even though it felt like cold fire against her bare skin. She wasted no time in scrambling away as fast as possible, narrowly avoiding the tumbling rocks and decorative stone pillars as they fell all around her, launching piles of snow into the air. When it all settled she was in one piece, albeit buried almost up to her tits, the freezing cold setting in alarmingly fast. If she didn’t find some warm clothing or shelter soon she’d be doomed, and it looked like their entire camp had been packed up and removed. Still, as she clambered out onto her feet she took one last look back at the massive pile of rubble that only a few moments ago was one of the biggest discoveries of her career. Then suddenly, something else came to her mind.

“Jack…” She murmured, looking around desperately, praying that he wasn’t inside when the bomb went off. She ran as fast as she could out into the treeline, following the tracks left by the rest of her traitorous party. That’s when she saw him, lying still against the trunk of a thick tree, unmoving but still breathing.

“Jack!” She cried out, kneeling by his side and trying to rouse him with a shake. His nose was bleeding and his body was bruised, clearly he had met the business end of a pretty serious beatdown. He was breathing but Elsa couldn’t wake him up. Her odds of survival were already next to nothing, trying to bring him with her would be suicide. But she couldn’t leave him, she knew she could never live with herself knowing she didn’t try. She had no idea where she was pulling the strength from, but she leant down and lifted his limp body up in her arms, sinking into the snow a few inches as she took on his weight. Then, one step at a time, she trudged naked down the track through the forest, praying to any god who would listen that she could somehow make it out of there.

Silvia

Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. The slapping sound of flesh against flesh could be heard amongst the ambient noises of the jungle, joined only by Silvia’s furious grunts, almost entirely muffled by her gag. She could barely even see in front of her with the two leather straps running over her eyes in a harness around her head that held the huge red ball between her teeth, keeping her panties inside her mouth. Her tank top was long gone, leaving her breasts to swing back and forth below her through the cold night air. She was hanging horizontally, with her thighs up against her stomach, her calves dangling helplessly below her. A length of rope was wrapped around her stomach and legs just under her knees, keeping her bare feet well above the ground. Her arms were bent upwards with her wrists bound to the same length of rope against the small of her back, making her arms almost resemble two handles. She hung from a long piece of rope slung over a high tree branch that came down and bound her two elbows tightly together, one of the men holding either forearm and manoeuvring her body however he wanted. Absolutely helpless to defend herself, the man pounded into her over and over, bouncing his hips against her ass cheeks. Her pussy had already been used three times, and now the first guy had come back for seconds, this time opting to annihilate her asshole. She bit into the gag as hard as she could, trying to alleviate some of the pain. In less than 24 hours she had gone from being the fearless leader of a team of tomb raiders to having her shit pushed in by a bunch of common criminals. One of them had slipped up and mentioned something about ‘the product’ in front of her, which meant they were most likely drug dealers. They had probably been out here for months, which explained why they had so much sexual energy to expend on her. She bit down harder and screamed again as the bastard sped himself up, slamming into her with the force of a jackhammer.

By the time the man who seemed to be the leader of the operation, followed everywhere by his giant panther, finally returned, the men had gotten bored of fucking her. Or at least they needed some time to recover their energy.

“Where is she?” Is the first thing he said, walking into the campsite. The men were sitting around a campfire, leisurely eating out of tin cans. One of them pointed to one of the large tents set up nearby.

“In there. Turns out she’s really flexible, see for yourself.” He answered. When the boss opened up the tent and ducked inside, he couldn’t keep the amusement from showing on his face and Silvia couldn’t think of words to express how humiliating it was. She was sitting on the ground, although sitting wasn’t exactly the most accurate term since her legs had been pulled back and tucked under her shoulders, her ankles bound tightly behind her neck. Her arms were hugging her torso underneath, bound together at the wrists as if she was presenting her own bare crotch for whoever walked in. The brutal position created a lovely sight, both her holes on display right below her round breasts and her beet-red face. Indeed, the only reason her captors were able to pull off this position was that they had discovered her gift of flexibility, something that came in handy when exploring tight passageways in caves and tombs but was now being used to keep her in a degrading stress position. Her face was still covered by the harness gag and cum was oozing slowly out of her pussy and asshole. She didn’t bother making any protestations into the gag, either he was going to untie her or not but nothing she did would help regardless.

“Well aren’t you just full of surprises.” The man laughed to himself, kneeling down in front of the bound woman to better admire her body. Her eyes tracked him carefully, as if there was anything she could do to defend herself.

“As much as I would love to keep you around and discover everything you have to offer, I’m afraid I must get rid of you. Your friends have been dealt with but now it’s time for you to disappear.” He announced grimly. Silvia suddenly piped up, screaming into the gag and trying to shake her head. After all of this was he really going to have her killed? Clearly she posed no threat to his operation, especially if Raphael and the others had been ‘dealt with’, which she tried not to think about too much.

“Relax, I’m not going to murder you. But I suppose there’s no cause for celebration either. You see, we’re mostly set up to sell one product here, but I have a lot of connections in a lot of places, and I found someone who agreed to take you off my hands for quite a hefty price.” He explained, as if he was a boss giving bad news to an employee. Even though it was better than death, Silvia’s stomach sank regardless. Had some enemy from her past paid to have her delivered to them? She certainly had a few at this point. Or had she just been sold as a slave? That certainly wasn’t unheard of in these parts. There was no way to know, but her mind was racing so fast she didn’t process whatever he said to her next. She just sat in the dirt and stewed in the feeling of impending doom, almost not even noticing as he unbuckled his trousers and got ready to have his own turn with her, climbing over her contorted body and bringing his hard member to her pussy.

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