Boston Bitch

"And just where does this bus take us?" She demanded, her attitude was coming back quickly.

"We'll be going across the border and out of Bolivia. Once we get into Chile we can travel more easily, there won't be those looking for us. As soon as we get to a larger city, I can find transportation and get you home." I let her know.

"And what about my trip to see the Incan ruins?" She demanded.

"I don't know anything about any ruins, there are rumors that they exist probably spread by the tourist Bureau to make money. In any case, as I explained yesterday, you do not belong here and we will be out of this country by tonight." She looked at me with fire in her eyes but did not say anything even though I thought she was fighting hard to hold her tongue.

The next hour was uncomfortable, neither of us speaking more than necessary. Finally it was time to leave the room, we would walk to the center of town and catch the bus. As we walked out onto the street I warned Erica not to say anything.

"What do you mean don't say anything?" She asked in that demanding tone that came so easily to her.

"You are German now. As soon as you open your mouth anyone with half a brain will realize you're not. Just let me do the talking."

She was again angered but as I had warned her, she did not say anything once we were out on the street. It was several blocks to the town square and I watched carefully, looking to see if anyone was paying any particular attention to us. I didn't see any signs that they were, and soon we were ready to get on the ancient bus which chugged up 10 minutes late. A number of locals got on ahead of us and then we boarded, finding a seat near the back. The bus lurched away and we started down the road, 30 miles an hour was about the maximum speed the vehicle could manage.

Some of the passengers were speaking among themselves, but I didn't hear anything that suggested anything other than local gossip. Erica was seated beside me and was looking curiously at the sights as we drove down the dusty road. It was getting hot outside and there was little ventilation in the bus, I could see perspiration on her forehead and above her lip. The smell inside the bus wasn't pleasant, most of these people knew very little about personal hygiene.

We pulled into a small town that was about 30 miles down the road and stopped. Several of those on board got off and then several others got on. Just as the bus driver was ready to pull out, 2 policemen boarded the bus and ordered him to wait. This wasn't a good sign to me, I didn't like the look of this at all. I looked around the bus cautiously, not wanting to draw any attention to myself and saw that I wasn't the only one who seemed worried by the police presence. I'm certain most of these people had something to hide and hoped that the authorities were looking for one of the others, but I had a suspicion in my gut that they weren't.

The police started questioning people one by one, one of the officers going to the rear of the bus and started working his way forward as his partner started working his way back. As they spoke to the passengers and questioned each one, some of them were ordered off the bus and as they disembarked I saw several other police outside the bus detaining those who had left. Erica was watching and I could see she was getting nervous. I put my hand on hers to let her know not to speak and she jumped at my touch. Fortunately, neither of the officers was looking at her at the time and didn't see her reaction. Shortly the officer who had started at the rear reached our seat and started speaking to me. I answered his questions in German which he did not understand and became confused. I then switched to broken Spanish and tried to converse with him. I can speak fluent Spanish but did not want him to think that I could. He asked me several questions about who I was and where I was going and I told him we were tourists. Apparently he didn't believe me because soon he was ordering us to join a small group of people who had gotten off the bus.

We stood outside the bus with the others, and soon the vehicle left, we were standing in the central part of another town. I waited to see what would happen next and shortly 2 other officers approached me. The older of the two asked me my name and I responded, again maintaining the persona I had affected with broken Spanish. He asked me more of the questions the officer on the bus had asked, and then looked to Erica.

"She is my wife and we are tourists here." I said, hoping he didn't want to question her personally.

I was starting to think they had been satisfied when the other officer came up behind me and grabbed hold of my arms. Instinct told me to throw him off but training let me know that would be out of character for a simple German tourist. As the man held me, the first man searched me, running his hands up and down my sides across my back and up and down my legs. He didn't find anything but the switchblade I normally carried, something that was probably very common in this part of the country. Satisfied the other officer let me go and before I knew what was happening he had done the same to Erica. The first officer started the search and seemed very pleased when he discovered she wasn't wearing a bra, fondling and squeezing her breasts as she squealed in protest. I started to say something and take a step toward her when another officer stepped between us, his hand on the pistol in his belt. I told him in my best broken Spanish to leave her alone but apparently they didn't care, the officer had now finished feeling up her tits and was searching under her skirt, running his hands up her legs and then finding her crotch. Erica was trying to wiggle away but the first officer held her firmly in place, the other was doing a much more thorough job of searching her than he had done with me. Finally the search ended and the two officers shared a laugh together as Erica pulled down the skirt they had lifted almost to her waist. I could see the anger on her face and in her eyes, but I looked at her and mentally told her not to say or do anything.

As I was wondering what would come next I was approached by another officer, this one could speak passable German.

"Can you tell me what you are doing here?" He asked, the same question the first officer had asked on the bus.

"My wife and I are looking for the Incan ruins." I answered, trying not to look too nervous.

"There are no ruins here." He answered simply.

"We have heard stories..." I said, trying to look disappointed.

"That is all they are, just stories. There is nothing here for you, you should leave."

"How can we leave, the bus has departed without us." I asked, letting a little anger into my voice.

"There will be another bus tomorrow." Was his final word, he then turned and left.

Almost as if by magic the police and those who had been taken off the bus were gone. Erica and I were left standing on the street in the square, several locals looking at us curiously as they went about their business.

"It looks like we will be here for the night." I said softly to Erica.

"That bastard put his hands on me." She snarled, she was still seething at the police search.

"I told you before, the police around here are corrupt and they think they can do whatever they want."

"Now what?" She wanted to know.

"I will see if we can get a room and then we wait for the bus tomorrow." Simple and to the point, there wasn't much else we could do.

"And what are we supposed to do until tomorrow?"

"We wait. We will get something to eat and then we will wait. There's nothing else we can do."

I don't think she was very happy, but what else can you do in a small town out in the middle of Western Bolivia. We had to pretend to be German tourists or else someone would certainly report any inconsistencies to the police or to the local cartels. We needed to maintain our ruse or face the possibility of never getting home. I bought some greasy looking meat from a street vendor and some bread, it would be our meal for today. I also asked him where we might find a room and he pointed to a two-story building, it was dirty and shabby looking and nothing outwardly apparent suggested it might be a hotel.

We walked to the building intent on getting a room, Erica still upset about what had happened to her as she muttered under her breath and cursed me for ever getting involved with her. I noticed that the police were trying to be unobtrusive as they watched us, but they were definitely there and definitely interested. I walked inside the building and spoke to someone inside who said that yes we can rent a room for the night. It wasn't a hotel as such but there were rooms for rent. I'm sure Erica would have preferred a four-star hotel, but this one didn't even rate a single star. Once we got to the room it was much the same as the one we had spent the night in last night, just a small square with a cot, a chair and table. Erica looked around and started to comment when I hushed her, whispering to her that we might have someone watching us. I hadn't seen anyone specifically but that feeling of being under observation was definitely strong. Between what I had seen on the street as we walked to the building and the feeling I had now, I was starting to think they were paying much more attention to us than I would've liked. I spoke to Erica in German indicating the food I had purchased, hoping she would understand what I was saying and not try to respond.

The food was greasy and very spicy, not terrible but certainly not good. Erica took several bites of the meat and gave it a good try, but she couldn't eat any more. She did eat some of the bread so she wouldn't be terribly hungry, but I knew meals for her were going to be very disappointing for the next few days. I had been looking around the room for any sort of surveillance but decided the police in this small town probably didn't have any sort of electronics available to them. That was a good thing since they likely would not be able to hear us. We had been there for several minutes before I realized that there were no curtains over the window, it faced out across the street and I could see the sun glint off the lenses of a pair of binoculars as someone was watching us through the window. Relatively confident they couldn't hear what we might say, I mentioned to Erica that they were watching us.

"There is someone across the street looking into this room. Don't look at him but he is watching us through the window." I warned Erica.

Her eyes got big and I could see her anger forming but she listened to what I said before whispering. "Can he hear us?"

"No. Don't look at him and try to remain calm. We have to act as though there's nothing wrong and we don't suspect that they might be watching us."

"Why would they be spying on us?" She asked, naïve certainly I thought.

"I don't think they believe the story I told them. Right now they are probably not sure but they are keeping an eye on us just in case." I let her know.

"And what story did you tell them?" She asked, I could see her mental gears turning.

"I told him we were married and we were looking for the Incan ruins here."

"You told him what??" She shouted before remembering that we were being watched.

"I told him something I thought they would believe. If you look at your new passport you'll see that we have the same last name now."

"You bastard! How could anyone think that you and I were married?" She spat, now she was getting angry.

Erica's anger had clouded her judgment, she had apparently forgotten the fact we were being watched. She lunged for me with a growl deep in her throat, her fingernails going for my eyes. If this had been an enemy I would have taken care of the attack quickly and easily, but I realized I couldn't do that here and now. My observer would certainly report if we got into a physical altercation, that probably wouldn't be a good way to maintain our cover story.

I blocked her attack and thinking quickly, lifted her arms up above her head and then quickly grabbed the hem of her blouse and pulled it up so that her arms were trapped within the garment. She could no longer see what she was doing as her head was trapped inside the blouse and I was staring at her bare breasts in front of me. Well, I guess it's time to give my watcher a show. Erica was yelling and screaming at me, her threats were only slightly muffled by the cloth over her face. I gave each of her breasts a good squeeze and tweaked the nipples as she jumped at the sensation and started kicking at me. I knew the men in this part of the world would appreciate me taking a woman by force, many of them did the same. To them, women were here for their pleasure and it would not bother them to see me take Erica forcefully. Admittedly she was an attractive woman and the idea intrigued me, but right now I did what was necessary.

She was still screaming and threatening me, trying to free herself but with little luck. Her arms were trapped above her head and she was thrashing about as she struggled to free herself and at the same time defend herself against my advance. I turned her toward the window which allowed the man watching to get a good look at her tits, and then quickly pulled her skirt and panties down with one swift move. She was still trying to kick at me, now kicking backward instead of forward but I managed to avoid her feet as I pushed her down across the bed and held her there with one hand as I used the other to work first my belt and then the pants loose. My pants dropped to the floor and Erica was in front of me, her ass a very inviting target.

"I'm only doing this because I have to!" I said as a sort of apology.

"You bastard! Don't you dare touch me! I'll kill you for this!" Just as defiant as ever she continued trying to struggle but wasn't having any luck. I hadn't been aroused before and none of her struggles had done anything for me, but I could start to feel a tingle in my loins as I looked at her mostly naked body lying across the bed in front of me. I took a few strokes of my own to help the situation progress and it didn't take long before I was sporting a very solid erection. I moved up close behind her and held her down with one hand on her back as I gripped her hip with my other hand. As I moved in closer the head of my cock rubbed against her ass and she started struggling even more. She knew what the feeling was and she knew what was coming next and as she continued to struggle she pushed her legs tight together, her attempts to keep me out of her pussy would be fruitless.

This would be a lot easier if I didn't have to fight her, but at the same time it was starting to excite me. I knew this wouldn't be fun for her, it probably wouldn't be a lot of fun for me either but I realized it had to be done if we were to maintain the illusion, however fragile, that we were married. I let go her hips long enough to use my hand to guide my cock into position, there wasn't a lot she was going to be able to do as I pushed forward, the head of my cock was soon spreading her labia on its way to the final destination. Her threats and her screams got even more vocal, she was still trying to pull away from me and twist to the side in an attempt to avoid what was coming. I pressed even harder on her back and pushed her hard into the bed, returning my other hand to her hip after I had positioned my cock at the entrance to her pussy. I had no doubt she wasn't going to be wet, this was going to be painful for each of us. Quick and fast or long and slow I wondered, and just like removing a bandage I forced myself in as far as I could, my crotch pushing up against her ass cheeks.

Erica screamed with the feel, I'm sure it was much more painful than pleasurable for her. As I suspected there was no lubrication, but she was tight and I could feel the heat as she wrapped her self around my cock although unintentionally. I pulled back and then moved forward several inches, deciding to start slowly but as I continued I could feel the wetness beginning to develop, I'm sure it was a simple physical reaction to what was happening rather than any arousal on her part. I picked up my pace and started moving faster and harder, Erica was still screaming and cursing but I could hear her grunts and moans in between. I doubted if she was enjoying it, but the carnal feelings she was experiencing were overcoming her aversion to the manner in which it had occurred.

She was still struggling but her efforts had slowed and I could see the perspiration form on her back. I glanced up and out the window and I could see the reflection of the sunlight on the binoculars, I had no doubt our observer was getting more than he had expected. After several minutes of hard fucking Erica's pussy was now as wet as any other I had enjoyed so I was beginning to feel the signs of impending climax. I hadn't done this with the intention of getting any pleasure out of it for myself or for Erica, but biology being what it is, I couldn't ignore the pleasurable feelings that were starting to grow from within my loins. I noticed Erica had also slowed her struggles and probably despite her best efforts, I think she was having a tough time trying to fight the urges that she was feeling within her pussy as well. I continued my assault but I knew it wouldn't be long and just as I had expected, I could feel the hot liquid boiling its way up through my shaft. I knew coming inside Erica would cause even more of a war between us, and since I wasn't certain she was protected I did the noble thing and pulled out shortly before I would have deposited something deep inside of her. I shot several hot streams of semen onto her back and her ass, the sexual release had made my knees weak. Once the last of my ejaculate had left my cock I wiped the tip across Erica's left ass cheek, something I knew my observer would probably be expecting.

After several minutes to get my equilibrium back I let Erica go, lifting her up off the mattress. She was naked below the neck and her skirt and panties were still on the floor where I had pulled them down. Her blouse was up around her head and her arms were tied up in it, she had been unable to free herself all during the episode. I knew freeing her would unleash her hell on me but it had to be done. I slowly pulled down the hem of her blouse away from her arms and then further down until it once again covered her to the waist.

"You mother fucker! I'll kill you for that!" She snarled, I could see her hands readying themselves for the strike. I blunted her attack by quickly pulling her to me, and then kissing her passionately. She was trying to push herself away from me but I held on tightly, one hand behind her head pulling it to me and the other pulling her lower body to my crotch. She was still naked below the waist and I could feel the semen I had shot onto her back start to soak through her blouse. Finally I let her go and she pulled back and looked at me with complete anger and hatred in her eyes.

"I had to do something that our observer would expect from us." I tried explaining to her.

"You're a fucking liar. I'll bet you can't even get it up unless you force yourself on some defenseless woman." The venom in her voice would have dripped all over the floor had it been liquid.

"Don't flatter yourself." I said without thinking, her attitude was really getting on my nerves.

"You better watch your back, I'm going to kill you for this!" She said with enough conviction in her voice I was certain she would if she could. Erica was still naked from the waist down and glared at me with her threat, revenge her only thought.

*****

There was an icy chill in the air for the rest of the day. It wasn't difficult to understand why but there was little I could do about it. Perhaps I shouldn't have done what I did but at the moment it was the only thing I could think of that would allow us to stay in character as we were being watched. I'm not sure Erica even remembered that everything we had done had been seen by an observer, right now anger and vengeance were all she could think of. She sat in the chair and glared at me as I lay on the bed, trying to relax but having a difficult time with the heat in the room. I glanced out the window occasionally and could tell someone was still there watching, although perhaps not as intently as he might have been earlier.