Hosi and I went to bathe just before lunch. I explained that I would bathe at least twice daily—before and after sex with the tribe's women. I wanted to be clean for the women and clean for Hosi afterward. We ate our lunch and I returned for the first time in days to my house. I laid the sheet over the mattress, folding the edges underneath. I had just finished when I looked up to greet my first visitor—it was the leader of the party that had captured us.
I rose and took her hand. I could tell she was nervous. I kissed her cheek as I helped her undress. When I was naked I helped her down to the mattress. I had her lie on her stomach so I could massage her shoulders, back, and legs. The massage helped her to relax; she sighed when I rolled her over. I leaned down to kiss her, my tongue penetrating her mouth as I massaged her breast. I was not surprised to find her pussy gushing. I rose up and pushed easily into her cunt. I expected a barrier, but she, too, had none. Their training must be so arduous that most if not all had ruptured their hymens at a very early age. I slid all the way into her easily. I fucked her with long slow strokes, increasing my tempo as we went. Soon I was pumping her pussy hard. It would be nice if she could cum, but that wasn't my priority—I wanted to knock her up! She suddenly began to meet my thrusts; her actions brought her clit into contact with my pubic bone. We exploded together as I drove deep into her, bathing her womb with my baby cream. I withdrew after I had shot my load into her, but I made her lie there for thirty minutes with her legs in the air.
I helped her to her feet when her time was up, kissed her gently, and placed the soiled sheet outside my door for pick-up by a member of the Queen's staff. I walked to the pool, finding Hosi there waiting for me—she was pouting. I lifted her chin and asked her with my eyes. "I wish you would just make love to me."
"That's what I wish, also, but I promised the Queen and the alternative is milking. We must think of your tribe. It needs new members badly. She shook her head in agreement, but I could see that she still didn't like it.
CHAPTER 4
That's the way my days went except for those days I spent happily with Hosi. However, almost three weeks later I had just finished off my thirteenth virgin when I heard a bell pealing loudly. "Quick," my partner of the day squealed, "that is the emergency bell!" We rose and ran out of my house. I met Hosi and we ran to the Queen's residence where we learned that a huge jaguar had found its way into the valley. Few people in the States realize that the jaguar is the third largest wild cat behind only the tiger and lion. Such an animal would present a tremendous danger to the tribe. I offered to hunt it down if the Queen would return my rifle and backpack. "How will you find it," Queen Aleppa asked.
"I won't; it will find me. If you will allow me an old goat from the herd I will set it out as bait. Jaguars are nocturnal hunters; it will come at night and I will lie in ambush." She agreed and we selected an area just outside the village. I tied the poor animal to a stake and sought refuge in the nearest house almost one hundred yards away. I heard a noise behind me and when I turned it was Hosi and Reta with their spears. "Be quiet, we may have a long night ahead of us," I whispered. I sat between them with my arms around them.
I removed my night scope from the backpack and placed it on the rifle. I loaded it with hollow points and sat down to wait. No need to keep watch all night; the goat would warn us when the jaguar approached. It was just before three when the goat bleated crazily. I took my station at the window, leaning the barrel on the sill—I could just make out the cat in the trees beyond. It approached warily and as it did I got him into my sights. I inhaled and released; slowly I squeezed the trigger and fired—a head shot—just before it reached the goat. The hollow point spread like a mushroom as it passed through the big cat's brain. The jaguar did a back flip and when it hit the ground it was dead. I stood up and walked out with Hosi and Reta. I warned them to be careful in case the cat was only wounded. I put another bullet into its head when we were ten feet away just to be sure.
I tied a rope around the cat's head and hauled it up onto a tree limb. Using a sharp knife I quickly separated the skin from the flesh. Hosi and Reta cut away the meat for distribution, placing it in large cloth sacks and giving the Queen the select cuts. I hung the pelt between two trees to dry. The following day I began to carefully scrape away all the fat and organic matter. It had no odor when the skin had completely dried and the pelt was extremely supple. I rolled it and presented it to the Queen. "Thank you, Dr. Schneider, but I think you are giving it to the wrong person. Hosi, please accept this gift from your mate. I give my approval to your union." I handed the pelt to Hosi just before she jumped into my arms, kissing me wildly while Queen Aleppa sat by laughing.
The weeks flew by quickly...much too quickly. By the time I had to leave I'd had sex with almost forty women—forty incredibly beautiful women, but none as beautiful as my Hosi.
We finalized my departure plans. My canoe would be lowered alongside the waterfall to some brush at the bottom. I would have two paddles in case one should break. I would be given several goatskins of water in addition to our two canteens. I would take my back pack and Mike's in addition to some food. I tested my balky GPS and—surprise—it worked. I took special note of the latitude. If I had to I could follow that line until I found the valley and Hosi. I was really good at remembering numbers.
The Queen suspended my breeding activities a few days before my departure so I could spend the days and nights exclusively with Hosi. We spent most of our time in bed naked kissing and holding each other. We fucked plenty, but mostly we held each other. I must have told her that I loved her a thousand times—almost as many as she told me. Finally, the time came. I arose early, a tear in my eye. Hosi, Reta and many of those I had coupled with walked to the waterfall. I kissed Hosi, reminding her that I would come back as soon as possible before lowering myself down a long rope to the river bed below. I pulled the canoe from the brush, blew a kiss to Hosi, and moved carefully into the canoe. The seat was just above the floor, making the whole craft more stable, something I would almost certainly need. I paddled quickly into the stream.
I moved steadily downstream. The paddling was easy, more with the idea of keeping the canoe straight and in the current than actually propelling the craft. I was pretty sure I was doing more than five miles an hour. In a day I could be more than a hundred miles away. The transmitter would send its signal the following day. I knew I was on a tributary of the Amazon and paddled to the shore where the two met. I pulled the canoe up the bank, removed a long thin strip of brightly colored cloth and tied it onto a slender tree limb. Hopefully, I'd be able to find it when I returned. I pushed the canoe back into the water. The Amazon's flow was much slower so I had to paddle harder to maintain my pace.
I ignored the insects and paddled through the night, wanting to put as much distance between us as possible. It was mid-morning of the second day that I saw the town down river on the right. This had been our embarkation point months before. I knew I could get a small plane to take me down to the coast and, from there, a flight back to the States. I pulled the canoe up to a small dock, threw the backpacks up, climbed out wearily, and let the canoe drift into the current—it had done its job.
I found a small hotel and booked a room using my corporate credit card. The first thing I did was call the office. I let them know that Mike had perished—no need to lie. I told them that he tried to cross a river and was swept away in the current. I found him at the bottom of a fifty foot waterfall broken and dead. I took a long hot shower, shaved, and went to find a place to eat. I missed Hosi already—my heart ached for her touch. I made arrangements to fly to Recife from which I'd fly to the U.S.A. I got a haircut and some new clothes—mine were pretty well shot. The next day I was gone; the following I was home in New York City. I could have slept on the plane, but I had a lot of planning to do. I knew I was finished when I saw the Statue of Liberty. I took a cab directly from Kennedy Airport to the office, not bothering to wash or change into my corporate garb. I had a story to tell and sell.
I climbed out of the cab and stomped into the lobby like a madman, wearing a khaki shirt, shorts, and hiking boots and carrying the two backpacks. I was told by some asshole doorman that I needed to be properly dressed to enter the building. The look I gave him would have cut through steel; he backed away and I walked to the elevator. There were several people waiting; I pushed them out of the way, telling them to get the next car. When one guy protested, asking who the hell did I think I was I told him as I pulled my machete from my pack. He suddenly remembered a prior appointment. I got off at the 37th floor and stormed past the shocked receptionist. It had been more than six months since I'd been to the office and I had never seen her before. I charged right past his secretary and kicked in Stewart Marks' office door. I pulled out the crummy GPS and threw it at him. "Here's your fucking GPS, asshole! Maybe if it had actually worked Mike Sullivan would still be alive, you fucking jerk!" I was screaming at the top of my lungs.
Marks stood up in his $2,000 suit telling me I couldn't speak to him that way. "Oh really? While you were sitting here shining up your ass and drinking fucking martinis at lunch I was out in the fucking jungle with Mike Sullivan risking my life every fucking second made so much worse because you couldn't find your way clear to buy a $500 GPS. This is a fucking Fortune 100 company, shithead! I'll bet you shit in your pants in Central Park, you fucking loser. Try spending a night in the jungle."
"I'm calling security," he screamed.
"Go ahead—I quit anyway. Nothing is worse than working for an asshole like you. Here's something to complain about, douche bag!" I pulled my right hand back and punched him in the nose. Like the sissy he was it bled like crazy, destroying his monogrammed shirt and suit. Tsk, Tsk—too fucking bad!
"I'll have you arrested!"
"No, you will not." The voice came from behind me; it was John Spillane, the CEO. "Hello, David," he greeted me, "I guess it was pretty tough out there."
"Worse than tough, sir—it was terrible. Most of the time we didn't know where we were. Even if we found any bauxite we wouldn't be able to do anything about it because we had no idea where we were and all because this idiot wouldn't spend 500 bucks." Security arrived and tried to remove me.
"No," John told them, "remove him. You're fired Stewart. I can overlook a lot of things, but risking men's lives to save a couple of bucks is inexcusable. Get out now. David, please come to my office."
I walked out, thinking to myself that my story had worked out pretty well...I was off the hook and Marks was on and the Amazons were completely out of the picture. Now I just had to deal with Spillane. I followed him into his office and took a seat on the leather couch. "Tell me about Mike," he said once he was back behind his desk.
"Well, sir we were completely lost most of the time. We were able to take a star sighting some nights if it didn't rain to find our latitude, but we had no idea what our longitude was. That's how we made the mistake. We looked at our map and determined from the topography that the stream we had to cross was just shallow and slow-moving. Mike waded out and for the first forty feet he was fine. The water only came up to his knees, but the next step put him over his head and in a strong current. I tried to race along the shore but the brush was too thick. In an instant he must have been a quarter mile ahead of me...and then I heard the scream. Oh God, it was terrible.
"When I caught up I saw it was a waterfall. Mike had gone over. I worked my way to the bottom where I found his body. He was bashed and broken and he was obviously dead. I replaced his transmitter—it had already been forced almost completely out of his body. I buried him in the soft sand—deep enough that the animals would leave him alone. That's when I realized we had the wrong stream. I could see the waterfall clearly on the topographic map. We were more than 200 miles from where we thought we were. Mike died needlessly, just so some asshole bean counter would look good to his boss."
"I assume you'll want some time off after that ordeal."
"You might say that, sir. I figure the company owes me six months between vacation and sick days. I'm quitting; I just can't do this any longer. Losing Mike was bad enough; I almost died, too. After he died I wandered around in the jungle for more than a month. It was a miracle that I was found by a local tribe and given a beat up canoe so I could make my way to the Amazon. I want this transmitter out of my body today. I'd appreciate my back salary and what you owe me for the vacation and then I'm gone." John expressed his sorrow at the loss of Mike and tried to change my mind, but I was steadfast. I only asked for one favor—make the appointment to have the transmitter removed. He agreed and told me that Human Resources would have my check within a week.
I saw the doctor that afternoon. The procedure was out-patient so I was nursing a handful of stitches in my side when I got back to my condo at five. I called the real estate company that had helped me buy it and told them I wanted to sell—quickly. It had cost me over $400,000, quite reasonable for a two bedroom condo in Manhattan with a view of the Hudson. Living space in Manhattan is always in demand so he was sure he could find a buyer within a few months.
I went out for dinner—Wendy's-- for some silly reason I had a yearning for a fatty burger even though I could easily afford the city's best restaurant. Wandering all around the globe and risking your life paid well; I earned more than $200,000 a year and at 29 had almost two million in investments. I rarely spent any money. All my expenses in the field were on the company which made the GPS issue all the more ridiculous. The expedition to Brazil had cost well in excess of $100,000, yet that asshole Marks wouldn't spend $500 so we could know where we were. Incredible!
After dinner I put phase two of my plan into effect, inviting three people to dinner the following evening—my brother, my cousin, and my best friend. I took them to a fine restaurant and we returned to the condo after. I poured brandy and began to tell my story. "I want you to know that I've quit. I'm going back to Brazil to live and I want you to come with me. Listen to what I have to say—it's a long story and it's all true." I began with the evening in the clearing, our capture by the Amazons, the milking, and everything. I finished by telling them I was going back for two reasons—Hosi and 450 gorgeous virgins who couldn't wait to be fucked. "I'm willing to share the virgins, but Hosi is mine. Now, I want you to ask yourselves if you are truly happy in your work here. Scott, you're my brother and you're an engineer. I know you've been frustrated by the negative company politics and idiotic government regulations. Think of what you could do in the valley, not to mention all the fucking you could possibly handle. Kevin, you're my cousin and I know you're pissed about being passed over for that professorship. You're an agricultural expert; you could make crop yields triple there and I know how horny you are. Dennis, you and I have always been buddies, going all the way back to third grade. You're a doctor, but you hate the way the insurance companies run everything, putting patients and their health a distant second to their bottom line. All three of you have so much you could offer. I'm liquidating my physical assets, but keeping my investments. I plan to use the proceeds to help fund projects in the valley. If you decide to join me I'd like you to do the same. Your needs will be few. They will feed and house you, probably with a beautiful horny woman. My only job was to fuck a different hot babe each and every day. They're not interested in rough sex, so that's out. There's no crime—hell, there aren't even any doors on the houses. Oh yeah, no booze, although they do have some decent wine. Think it over and let me know. However, I must insist on your silence. Consider this top-secret. I'd appreciate an answer in two weeks so we can plan together." I sat back to let them think.
"I don't need two weeks, David," my brother Scott replied, "I'm in. I can't wait to get away from this filthy city."
"Count me in, too, where would I be without my best friend," Dennis exclaimed.
"Oh, shit, might as well make it unanimous," Kevin grinned.
We planned well into the night, first about our finances, second about our trip—how to get there, what to bring, etc. We met again the next evening talking for hours over pizza and beer. After a week it was done. Now all we had to do was sell off our assets. That took the longest time. I was able to sell my condo within a month; although Dennis lived in a nice section of the Bronx he had the most difficulty. Four months later we were ready to go. We had ordered a huge variety of tools—axes, saws, hammers and nails, hoes and tillers, cultivators and a load of medical supplies so we could start a hospital. We had developed some solutions to what I believed were the valley's biggest problems. And most important of all—two large rigid hull inflatable boats with strong outboard engines to carry everything up the Amazon. The last things I bought were some dependable GPS receivers and a shortwave radio.
CHAPTER 5
We sent everything by ship, witnessing both the departure from the Hoboken dock and the arrival near the mouth of the Amazon. We unpacked everything in a dockside warehouse we had rented for a month, carefully loading the equipment into the inflatables. We filled the gas tanks, tested the Yamahas and balanced the boats. I knew from my previous trip that we would be able to buy gasoline and food at various stops along the river. We loaded fresh water and food last, spent our last night having a good meal and sleeping in a decent bed although none of us slept very well that night—we were too excited and impatient to depart.
We planned to travel about a hundred miles a day—going upstream is much more arduous and time consuming and we had to watch out for river traffic for the first eighty percent of the trip. Finally, at the end of the eighth day we reached the small town that I knew was less than a day's journey from the beloved valley. We replenished our supplies, ate a decent meal, and posted a guard while the rest of us slept in the boats. There was a strong likelihood that everything would have been stolen, boats included, had we not.
The final morning we left early—as soon as it was light enough to see. There was little traffic on the river here so we could open up the engines. I kept a keen lookout, first to see if anyone tried to follow us and, second for the strip of cloth I had tied off months ago when I had left my love. Anything could have happened. It could have been removed by some native tribesman or overgrown by the jungle plants, or just rotted away in the hot humid weather, but there it was exactly as I had tied it. We proceeded up the tributary at a slower pace—the river was narrower and the current stronger There were also submerged logs to be dealt with. It took most of the day to reach the waterfall. We pulled the boats onto the bank and tied them off to some stout trees. We covered them with brush in case we had been followed. I didn't think we were, but it's always better to be safe.
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