In the Valley of the Amazons Ch. 02

"I see your point, David," she began, "My Queen I request your permission to take Scott as my mate." Queen Aleppa smiled, nodded, and I went to hug Reta. "Thank you, Reta. I think you will find that to be the right decision." Hosi and I bowed to the Queen and left. I heard Reta ask Scott what he would like to do now that they were equals. "I have a few ideas," he replied, "why don't we try some of them now?" He took Reta by the hand and led her back to their home.

"You were lucky, David. What would you have done if she refused?"

"Simple enough...what we call a 'strike'—no more fucking-from any of us. It would be hard for Queen Aleppa to have us milked when she has repeatedly said that we are not to be injured, but I was pretty sure Reta would come around. She may be a little headstrong, but she is basically a very fine person."

Hosi took my hand and placed it on her silky firm butt. I could see the desire in her eyes as she said, "David, you are incredible; I think you deserve a reward."

I laughed and agreed, "Once again I am pleased to defer to your judgment." Hosi joined my laughter, took my hand and led me home. En route we could hear Reta screaming in her ecstasy; whatever Scott had suggested seemed to agree with her mightily.

CHAPTER 2

Ever made a promise you later regretted? Well...maybe regretted was too strong a term. I had promised Hosi that I would never again spend a night away from her. It was the right thing to say at the time and I meant every word. However, I never gave the idea of going to town any thought.

The trip took almost an entire day—more if I was afraid we were being followed. Therefore, we always planned to stay overnight and that was the source of my problem. I would gladly take Hosi with me, but at what risk? I asked Dennis whether I should be concerned. I remembered reading about the Aztecs and Cortez—how the Spaniards decimated the Aztecs with flu, colds, smallpox, syphilis, and a host of other diseases. "I think she should have a series of inoculations to safeguard her. If she was going to the U.S., I would recommend MMR—measles, mumps, and rubella—and DPT—diphtheria, pertussis, and tetanus. Since she would be here in Brazil I'd also recommend smallpox and polio and maybe even hepatitis A and B."

"Wow, I never thought it would be such a problem. I'll need to discuss this with Hosi." I thanked Dennis and returned home. I got there shortly after Hosi had finished her warrior training for the day. I asked her about going with me and then I explained my concerns. This was an incredibly difficult task—Hosi had no idea what a germ was so she was accepting my words for no other reason than I was the one saying them. "Hosi, I want to keep my word, but I am concerned for your safety. Dennis recommends you have several inoculations which will protect you from diseases. Here in the valley there are few, if any such concerns, but out there mixing with other people can be extremely dangerous. Entire civilizations have been wiped out. Please believe me."

"I do believe you, David. You would not lie to me. What do I have to do?" Dennis used the radio to order the necessary injections. They were spaced out over a period of two months and then Dennis recommended we wait a few more months to ensure they would do their work. Then I began to prepare Hosi for the experience.

In some ways the Amazons' society was incredibly advanced—no crime, greed, jealousy, or pollution—everyone working together for the common good. However, technologically they might as well have been in the Stone Age. I had a world of difficulty explaining how our boats and engines worked before Hosi agreed to accept all that I had told her without question. Stepping off the boat into the tiny back water town must have been like stepping through a time warp. Explaining automobiles, helicopters, even airplanes proved easy. What Hosi couldn't understand was plain old window glass, something most of us take completely for granted.

I knew I was in for trouble before we even left the house when I had to explain why she had to wear one of my T-shirts. "If you go like you are you'll be arrested, for sure," I told her. Then I had to explain "police," "arrest," and many of the social conventions of modern societies. I had to promise her we'd buy some clothes as soon as we arrived. Then I had to explain "buy" and "money." By the time I'd finished the day was half over. Oh...the things we do for love!

Hosi's first trip to the small town just downriver was a revelation. I went first to the local bank where the four of us had our accounts and I had a safe deposit box full of cash. I took out a few hundred and led Hosi to the nearest store. I allowed the sales woman, a thirty something Brazilian, to deal with Hosi directly. She liked some of the clothes suggested, but absolutely refused to have anything to do with a bra. "This is a torture instrument, David," she told me. I couldn't argue. Eventually, she took two complete outfits, six pair of panties (these she really did like), a pair of tennis shoes similar to mine, and a costume necklace. I took her to a jeweler where I bought her a pair of earrings and had her ears pierced. I also bought her a gold bangle bracelet.

Hosi was shopped out and wanted to return to our hotel. I learned quickly that she wanted to thank me. "I am so glad you have been willing to honor your promise, David. You have no idea how much that means to me. I want to be with you always."

"I love you, too, Hosi. I'm nothing without you." She stripped me, pushed me back onto the bed and lowered herself onto my shaft. She spent almost an hour "thanking" me. We fell together, holding, caressing, and loving each other. We slept for about a half hour and when we awoke I made a big mistake—I turned on the TV. Now I had to spend almost an hour trying to explain that there weren't a bunch of little people inside that box. I couldn't wait until we got back to the safety of the valley.

CHAPTER 3

I used my shortwave radio for several things. Primarily I used it for entertainment—listening to music or news, or to check on the approaching weather. Twice I learned in advance of severe storms and we were able to take steps to protect our livestock. The other use was to communicate with people, either to order supplies, or to check on investments or legal matters. So it was during a regular check with my attorney and financial manager that I learned I had to return to the States. My uncle David, for whom I was named, had passed away, naming me as his primary heir. Great—now the rift with my mother would grow even wider.

Uncle David was her brother and he had left her out of his will, no doubt because of her treatment of him, my father, and every other male in our families. She'd never see it that way, of course. It would be all his fault—or mine—but never hers. That was her biggest problem—nothing was ever her fault. She was always the victim, but only in her eyes. Everyone else always saw the problem for what it was; she was a domineering bitch who was clearly far superior to everyone else. Well, she had driven away my father and Scott and me, as well, with her constant nagging and bickering. Now it was about to get even worse, but only if I would let it. I was safe from her in Hosi's valley.

I had to see to the disposition of the funds, and, of course, there were several papers I had to sign and the mails in South America weren't to be trusted. That wouldn't be a problem—I still had a valid passport. The problem would be what to do about Hosi.

Living in the wilderness had its advantages, but the question would be how to prove that Hosi was a Brazilian citizen for a passport. I took her downriver to the nearest government office. Of course, we encountered the same bureaucratic bullshit that exists in every government. "May I see her birth certificate?" That's what the idiot asked after I had explained five times that we lived in an area of the jungle where there was no governmental control, something that existed in almost eighty percent of the Amazonian jungle. I explained again that we lived more than a hundred miles west of the nearest settlement, so how was Hosi supposed to get a birth certificate. I'd bet that few, if any of the tribes that lived in the jungle ever heard of a birth certificate, or the Brazilian government, for that matter.

Tired of getting nowhere with this jerk, I headed for the American consulate. I was stopped by the Marines at the gate, but showed my passport and was granted admission. I was amazed when I walked into the office to find a picture of my old friend John Spillane on the wall. I was told he had been appointed Secretary of State by the new President. "Do you know him," I asked.

"Of course not-you can't expect the Secretary to know all of the thousands of department employees," was the reply.

"Well, I used to be a close personal friend when I worked for him at Al-Cor. Can you get a message to him—fax or email—and ask him if he would take a phone call with Dr. David Schneider?"

"I can send a message, but I doubt he'll reply. Where can I reach you if he agrees?" I told the Consul where we were staying and thanked him. I received a message later that evening telling me to be back at the Consulate at 3:00 the following afternoon for a video phone call.

We walked in to the Consul's office at 2:50 and were shown to the video room. I sat in front of the computer, Hosi at my side, and waited for the call to begin. "Hi, David what are you doing in Brazil?"

I greeted my old friend and congratulated him on his appointment. I reminded him of my story when Mike Sullivan had died. I told him that I had met Hosi while I was wandering around the jungle and fallen in love with her. I had her join me so John could see her, too, as I explained my problem. "Could you intercede with the Brazilian authorities on our behalf," I asked. John agreed to try and said he would get back to us in two days. I thanked him and rung off. Hosi and I returned to our hotel.

"I don't understand what the problem is, David." Hosi said.

"In order to travel to my country you will need a passport." I showed her mine. "It's a document that proves you are a Brazilian citizen. The valley where we live is in the country of Brazil. We will also need passports to return home again. It is complicated, Hosi, but that's what we will need. I hope you can get one because I will be away for several weeks and I will want you with me."

"Why is everything in your world so complicated, David?"

"I don't know, Hosi. I suppose a lot of it has to do with terrorism." I spent almost a half hour explaining about 9/11 and other examples of terrorism throughout the so-called civilized world. I could see Hosi thinking. After a few minutes she spoke, "That doesn't make any sense, David. Why would anyone think that would work?"

"It never has worked, but that hasn't stopped some people from spreading their hatred throughout the world. Just getting onto an airplane has become incredibly difficult with hundreds of regulations. On some flights we could be required to go through security two or even three times." I explained as much as I could about airport security.

"All I know, David it that I feel secure in your arms. Will you put your penis into my mouth and my vagina?" She reached to remove my shirt and shorts. I knew there was something else I didn't like about civilization when I realized how much clothing I had to remove from Hosi's body. We had just fallen onto the bed when the phone rang. It was the American Consul asking if we could come to his office tomorrow morning at ten. I agreed, thanked him, and hung the phone onto its cradle.

I returned to Hosi. We kissed tenderly as we did every day, but this time she pushed me onto my back and reversed into a "69." Slowly, she took me into her mouth as I laid siege to her pussy with my tongue. Together we licked and sucked each other, our breathing becoming more rapid and ragged as we progressed. Hosi began to shudder as I massaged her G-spot with my tongue and shook wildly when I pinched her clit between my fingers.

I gave her a few minutes to recover before turning her around to face and kiss me while I buried my cock deep into her. I thrust up strongly, bringing the two of us to mutual orgasms. I held her tightly as my cock erupted repeatedly into her womb. I pulled her to me, kissing her wildly as we recovered. We rested most of the afternoon, went out for dinner and returned to the hotel again for the evening.

This was a much bigger and more modern hotel than our first one together so when I turned on the TV the screen went to a menu. Hosi asked me what all those choices meant. I knew I was in for a problem when I saw the word "ADULT" on the screen. I had to explain to Hosi that these were movies about sex. That got her attention and she wanted to see one even though I told her several times that few of them were very good.

I picked one that I thought had the most reasonable plot, confirmed the payment and sat back with Hosi to watch. Her first observation was that, "These women have very large breasts."

I laughed as I told her, "They're not real. A doctor like Dennis can make them bigger. Some men think bigger is always better."

Hosi looked at me as though I was crazy, but turned her attention back to the screen. An hour later the movie ended and I could see that Hosi was thinking. "David, didn't you tell Queen Aleppa that sex was usually done in private? Then why do these people do it when so many others can see?" I explained that the sex wasn't really between people who loved each other; they were actors—people playing a role. She shook her head, "David, I don't think I will ever understand your world." I agreed with her, pulled her to me, kissed her tenderly, spooned with her and went to sleep.

CHAPTER 4

We walked together the following morning into the Consul's office. "Thank you for coming so promptly, Dr. Schneider. Would you please step over here?" He pointed to a portable projection screen where I noticed a photographer standing. I stood in front for a portrait and then positioned Hosi. The photographer thanked us and left.

"May I ask what's going on, sir?"

"Yes, of course, you and Mrs. Schneider are getting new passports—diplomatic passports ordered by Secretary Spillane. I have a communiqué for you. I'm sorry, but I must have it returned once you've read it." I took the sealed envelope from his hand, opened it and led Hosi to a nearby couch. We read the letter together. I thought for a few minutes and reread it before returning it to the Consul who shredded it into the smallest pieces I had ever seen.

"When will our passports be ready," I asked.

"In about twenty minutes. Secretary Spillane obviously wants you back in the States. You'll be flying business class on a plane this afternoon courtesy of the State Department. It's a non-stop directly into Dulles. A limo will meet you there and take you straight to his office. After your meeting you will be free to deal with your other business—sorry to learn of your uncle's passing."

Someone had been really busy—I had never mentioned my uncle to anyone outside the valley, but I wasn't about to turn down free tickets and I was eager to see my old friend John. We left with our passports and tickets in hand. We returned to our hotel to collect our meager belongings. I phoned the marina, telling Kevin we were on our way home and bought a small suitcase and some toiletries. We checked out and took a cab to the airport.

I led Hosi through the maze that modern airports have become. We went through security, although our diplomatic passports greased the way for us. We were led to a special lounge where we ate and relaxed prior to the flight. I could see that Hosi was nervous, "Are you sure this huge thing can actually fly?" I reassured her and held her hand all the way on to the plane. I helped her with her seatbelt and kissed her cheek then I helped her with the complimentary headphones; watching her face when she first heard the music was priceless.

We ate the mediocre food and slept most of the way; nine hours later we landed at Dulles, just outside Washington in rural Virginia. We breezed right through Immigration and Customs with our diplomatic credentials, meeting our driver just outside baggage claim. Half an hour later we walked hand in hand into the Department of State. We were obviously expected; we went right to the head of the line at security and were led directly into John Spillane's office. John rose to greet us as I introduced him to Hosi who was clearly awestruck by the entire experience.

"Thanks for coming on such short notice, David. I can see from one look at your bride why you live in Brazil. You are truly beautiful, Hosi. That's an interesting name. Does it mean anything?"

"Yes, sir," Hosi replied, "brave warrior."

"Wow, that's an unusual name for a woman—brave warrior, eh? OK, David, I'm sure you are wondering what's going on."

"Yes, sir I never thought we'd both get U.S. passports and especially not diplomatic ones. You obviously have something in mind for us."

"Actually, it has to do with your uncle's will. We believe he has in his possession some papers that unfriendly nations would like to have. Your government would prefer to see them destroyed—burned or at least shredded." He then went into detail about the papers which he thought would be in my uncle's safe.

I knew my uncle was a naval architect and that he sometimes worked for the government. What he had were copies of top secret plans for a new submarine. He had been working on them at home when he died. John was pretty sure they were in his safe. As his heir I would receive the key from his attorney when the will was read. That would be two days from today just outside Groton, Connecticut home of the Electric Boat Company which was a division of General Dynamics, a huge contractor for the Department of Defense. Unfortunately, the reading of the will would bring Hosi and me into direct contact with my mother.

I thanked John for all of his help and promised we would do what he wanted. Before we left John told me there might be some danger involved. I just laughed and told him I'd be safe with my brave warrior at my side. I doubted he realized just how dangerous Hosi could be.

We took our limo to a nearby hotel, checked in, and took a nap. OK, it wasn't really a nap. We lay on the bed until Hosi said she wanted to try some of the things we had seen in the movie we rented our last night in Brazil. When I asked her which things she climbed up onto all fours, positioned herself at the edge of the bed and pointed to her pussy. I got up and stood behind her. I rubbed my cock into her slit—she was as wet as I was hard.

I leaned forward and pushed easily into her tight cunt. I leaned forward as I rocked into her so I could massage her breasts and nipples with one hand while I found and rubbed her clit with the other. I massaged and rubbed and fucked and kissed her neck and back. It wasn't long before she surrendered to my assault, and good thing, too because I was getting really close. The friction within her cunt was more than I could bear. I pulled back and pushed my hips forward, driving deeply within her as I erupted, soaking her pussy with my hot white cream. We fell forward together laughing and kissing, "Welcome to the U.S. of A," I whispered as I nuzzled her ear.

"I think I'm going to like it here if every day is going to be like this one."

"Careful...you haven't met my mother yet."

"Oh, David she can't be that bad."

"Hosi...both of her children moved to live with you and neither of us bothered to tell her we were going. Does that tell you anything? My mother is an emasculating bitch. She hates men so, of course, she had two sons. She drove our father to an early grave with her constant nagging and complaining and she tortured both Scott and me when we were kids. No, it wasn't physical abuse, but she went out of her way every single day to criticize and belittle us. I doubt she ever told either of us that she loved us. Now she'll accuse me of twisting her brother against her even though we were more than two thousand miles away for more than a year. I'm glad I have you to protect me." Hosi laughed, totally unaware that I was totally serious.