The Zenobee Women

©️ J Rydher 2000, 2023

This is another story of mine that I wrote in 2000 and revised/updated to republish. I have just started working on a sequel. Hope you enjoy!

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"Here he is! Here he is!" Miguel's voice cried out. The search party quickly found its way to the area that Miguel was calling from. Roland Hatcher had been missing for a week. As a favor to his employer, he had gone off with two of the other men to find his employer's daughter. The two men returned to camp, but Roland Hatcher never returned. Now nearly a week after his disappearance, the search party found him lying beneath tropical plants that were commonplace in the area.

Until now, the group had looked for days with no luck at all. They had been through the very area that Roland was found at least half-a-dozen times. Oppressive heat, bugs, reptiles, and other unwelcome guests had made the search even tougher. Now on the seventh day of the search, Miguel the guide, who also had heard the legend, found the body. Miguel continued calling out to the members of the search party. His voice was frantic and his eyes roamed the countryside, fearful that he would be the Zenobee's next victim. Finally, Thomas Jennison, the British expedition leader and financial backer, reached the Miguel and the body.

"Good Lord! Rollie, Rollie, can you hear me?" Hatcher slowly opened his left eye, but could only manage to open it halfway before it shut again. He attempted to talk, but he could only utter the name Jessica, before losing consciousness. His clothes were in tatters. Bruises, scratches, and welts that appeared to have risen from his body as the result of a whip or blunt instrument, covered his body. The remainder of the search party soon reached the area.

"How is he?" asked Jennison's long time employee, Clay Wright.

"Barely alive it would seem. We need to get him out of here as quickly as possible and get him to hospital. My God Rollie, what happened to you?" Quietly, under his breath, Jennison added, "And where is my Jessica?"

Jessica Jennison was Thomas Jennison's only child, a 26 year-old free spirit that insisted on going on the trip despite her father's protestations. Jessica was both intelligent and beautiful. She had graduated from Oxford at the age of nineteen and was working as an executive in her father's company. This was no case of nepotism though. Jessica had earned everything she had achieved at her young age.

She had been considered a child prodigy from the age of four when she began reading books that college students were having trouble handling. Over the years her face and body had developed into that of a beauty queen. She stood six feet tall, with long fiery red hair. Her green eyes had a look of depth as well as mischief. She was her father's pride and joy, and she was his entire world.

Jessica's mother, Regina, had died nearly twenty years earlier, when Jessica was just a child. Thomas and his mother, Francesca, along with a number of servants had helped raise Jessica and had done an excellent job. At the moment though, Thomas Jennison was questioning his decision to let his daughter go on this trip with him. He always did have trouble saying no to her. This time his unwillingness to disappoint his daughter may have cost her the most precious thing of all, her life.

Miguel and a couple of the men loaded Hatcher onto the stretcher and placed it carefully in the boat, so as not to tip their already worn passenger into the water. Being sure not to wander too far from where Hatcher's body lay, Wright and the four remaining members of Jennison's team quickly canvassed the area. The trip had already cost Jennison three men, including his two best trackers. Hatcher was barely clinging to life, and his daughter was missing in action. Wright whistled the signal to the rest of the team to return to the boat. Nightfall would soon be setting in and this was not the place to be once that happened. As Wright stepped onto the boat, he took one last look around. It didn't take all his years of experience to tell him he was being watched.

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The legend had grown over the years. At first, most people who heard the story refused to believe the legend, but as time passed and men like Thomas Jennison tried to prove their existence, people began to believe.

A race of nomadic women, descended from Amazons, was living in various areas south of the equator. The latest information was that it was somewhere off the coast of southern Africa. An island, that for the most part, was uncharted. Like many who had come before him, Thomas Jennison had learned of the legend at an early age and was dazzled at the tales he heard. Some of the stories were clearly fabricated, by men who claimed to have interacted with the tribe and lived to tell the tale. They even had scars to prove it, or so they told their willing audiences.

Thomas Jennison was now a grown man, his boyish exuberance replaced by a businessman's demeanor and untold fortunes, gained by reputable and sometimes disreputable means. Though his dark black hair was now completely white, and a beard covered his boyish dimples, Jennison had never forgotten the legends he had heard as a boy. In the spring of his sixty-third year, he had decided that he would finance, and therefore lead, an expedition to the relatively unknown island of Tandika. His goal was to find the Zenobee, the lost tribe of Amazons.

Jennison knew he needed the best trackers, the best guides, and anything ese needed to complete his conquest. To him, this was simply another merger or acquisition.

Thomas passed the legend on to his daughter Jessica, just as Thomas' father had told him and his father before him. Jessica Jennison grew up an intelligent, curious little girl that gathered up knowledge like a sponge. Unbeknownst to her father, Jessica had collected research on the subject over the years and was now as knowledgeable as anyone on the Zenobee. So it came as no surprise that she would approach her father when she learned of his quest. Jessica told Thomas of her secret research and requested that she be part of the journey.

"Are you crazy? It's no place for a woman!" shouted Thomas in an expected response.

"Excuse me? This is the new millennium, not the centennial. With all the information I have gathered over the years, how can you possibly deny me?"

"Because I'm your father and there is absolutely no way I will allow it."

"And what are you going to do to stop me?"

Thomas' pale white skin turned red with anger. "How dare you speak to me that way! I know you've gotten your way with me many times over the years, but this is different. I've never allowed you to do anything that would endanger your life, and I am not about to change that now."

"Daddy, I'm twenty-six years old, not six. I know more on this subject than even you do. I can hunt, fish, and track as well as any man. Other than me being your daughter and being a woman, you have no good reason to deny me this." When Jessica became excited about something, her eyes lit up, just like her mother's had, and that was Jennison's weak point.

"Daddy you know I am the best person for this job. It's not like I've never been out in the world before. I don't see this as a risk. I see this as an incredible adventure." Jessica gave her father the look that always melted his heart and manipulated his mind. It was never her intent, at least consciously, but it rarely failed. This time would be no different.

"All right, all right. But you have to keep up your end of the work. No slacking off because something is too heavy or because there's snakes or whatever."

"Daddy, when I have ever been afraid of anything?"

"Never. And that's what scares me. We're leaving in less than three days and you'd better be ready."

"Yes! You won't be sorry, I promise. I'm going to go clean up for dinner. I love you Daddy." Jessica kissed her father and ran off to take a warm shower. She couldn't hear her father's voice as she scurried down the hallway.

"I'm sorry already, my dear. I'm sorry already."

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Jessica always became extremely aroused when confronted with a challenge and this time was no difference. The fact that she happened to be planning a shower anyway, provided the perfect venue for her to please herself. Jessica poured the thick white body wash onto her hands and began running them over her large breasts. Her nipples stiffened instantly, protruding from her alabaster toned skin. She pinched her nipples as she arched her back and let the hot stream of water cascade over her hair and down her body. She began to imagine herself among the Zenobee women. They were watching her please herself. Jessica's imagination was very well developed. She could see the way they wore their hair, the clothing they wore, the look in their eyes as they watched Jessica play her body like a fine instrument.

Jessica washed the soap off of her breasts and cupped them in her hand. She bent her head forward and in the same motion raised her left breast towards her mouth. Her tongue traced circles around her areola. She repeated the same technique on her right breast. She then squeezed her breasts together and alternately tongued and sucked her nipples. They extended further from her breasts and were as hard as marbles, but much more flexible. Sufficiently stimulated, she ran her hands down her stomach, reached between her legs and parted her lips. Her fingers probed for her clit and when she found herself sufficiently aroused, she began rubbing her index finger in a circular motion. Two fingers from her opposite hand entered her opening.

Sucking and teasing her own breasts had caused her to become very wet and her fingers were consistently coated with her own juices. Periodically she removed her fingers and raised them to her lips. She lightly licked them and sucked the length of them in, tasting everything that she had to offer herself. Jessica repeated the action until she began to orgasm, nearly losing her balance in doing so. Jessica always had multiple orgasms when she pleased herself and she succeeded again this time. She ran her cum soaked fingers over her breasts and then ran her long tongue over them, lapping up all that was Jessica.

~~~

The knock at the door made her once again realize she had become lost in thought and touch, and was late for dinner. Her father would be furious. "I'll be right there," she shouted out. Jessica cleaned herself up as quickly as possible. She threw on a pair of panties and a terrycloth robe and scampered to the dining room. Jessica usually was running late so it was no surprise that she showed up for dinner in less than formal attire. Her father's look of disapproval as she entered the room was nothing new, but this time it was for a different reason.

"Jessica, I would like you to meet Roland Hatcher. He's come over from the States to assist in our quest." Jessica looked to where her father was gesturing. The blush that took hold of her face was close to matching the color of her hair.

"Excuse me Mr. Hatcher, I hadn't realized we had company" Jessica said as she cinched up her robe a little tighter, aware that the stranger was staring at the ample amount of visible cleavage that she was showing.

"Please call me Rollie, all my friends do."

"Well I am not your friend yet, so how about if we just with Roland for now?"

"Jessica!" exclaimed her father. "There is no need to be rude. You wouldn't be in this awkward position if you were not running late for dinner as usual. Just what takes you so long to shower?" Hatcher couldn't help but flash a knowing smirk at that remark and had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. Jessica again blushed and excused herself to put on some proper attire. "You'll have to excuse my daughter. She's a wonderful girl, but sometimes her heart goes before her head."

"There's nothing wrong with that Thomas. And she was quite a lovely woman, more so than I would have imagined." Roland noticed the look on Thomas' face immediately and immediately attempted to extricate his foot from his mouth. "Oh, not that you have anything to worry about. I have a girlfriend back in California. I just meant that she is quite a wonderful girl."

"Yes, I'm sure. Please have a seat. I'll get us a couple of scotches while we wait for Jessica."

"That would be great." This whole trip was looking better and better, Roland Hatcher thought to himself as he pictured the robed, semi-clad Jessica in his mind. Roland had made up the girlfriend in California just to ease the elder Jennison's mind.

On the other hand, Roland Hatcher was the furthest thing from Jessica's mind. Though she didn't know him, she didn't care for the way he leered at her chest. Then again she had never minded that before. Jessica had many dalliances over the years, but they were always on her terms. To pursue her was an exercise in futility. Men and women got married later in life these days and Jessica was in no hurry to find a man and settle down. There would be plenty of time for that later. For now, life was full of adventures like the one she was about to embark on. It didn't go unnoticed to her though that Hatcher was an attractive chap. She figured he was around six foot-two, and was in his early thirties. She could see he had a muscular physique, deep brooding brown eyes, and shoulder length dark brown hair. For someone not interested, Jessica Jennison had noticed quite a bit about Roland Hatcher and they had not even sat down to supper yet.

Just for kicks, Jessica unbuttoned the top few buttons on her blouse so that when she moved in certain ways, Roland Hatcher would see that cleavage again. She then decided to push the envelope a little further by removing her bra. If nothing else, Jessica loved to tease men and leave them hanging, and in some cases hung. Jessica chuckled at the thought and went off to dinner. The trip was less than seventy-two hours away.

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"Where is Wright?" Thomas Jennison bellowed. "We can't be late getting to Heathrow!" Clay Wright was a regular member of Jennison's expeditions and was normally his number one lead person. That was not to be the case this time. When Jennison informed Wright that Roland Hatcher would be leading this trek, it infuriated Wright and immediately drove a wedge between Wright and Hatcher. Wright, however, was a man of his word and said he would still make the trip.

Unlike Jessica, Wright was never late, that is unless he had encountered a woman. Considering the fact that he had spent the night at the Jennison Estate, his options were limited. Jessica didn't trust Wright at all and wouldn't give him the time of day. That left only Martha, a 60-year old cook, Consuela, a housekeeper who was three hundred pounds, give or take twenty, and LeeAnn, the nineteen year-old grand-daughter of Martha, who was visiting for a few days.

"They're calling you!"

"Don't worry love, we've got time. You just go back to what you were doing" Wright said to LeeAnn. LeeAnn shifted her weight back to her knees and began sucking Wright's cock again. She had never seen anyone with a penis his size before, nor had she seen one that was uncircumcised. Still she had no problem stuffing it completely in her mouth. The head nearly ran down her throat as she took long slow sucks back and forth. Her hands cupped Wright's firm balls, giving them a slight squeeze at times. Wright meanwhile ran his hands underneath LeeAnn's naked body and played with her erect nipples. Her moans were muffled by the mouthful she was working on, but it was crystal clear she was becoming aroused. Once LeeAnn got Wright's cock completely wet, he commanded her to get on all fours on the floor in front of her. Wright settled on the floor behind and shoved his hard erection inside her tight pussy. She let out a loud groan as Wright immediately began thrusting hard.

"That's it love, take that cock," Wright said and began spanking LeeAnn's tender ass. "You like that, don't you doll?"

"Oh yes, harder, harder." Wright was more than happy to oblige and soon LeeAnn's cheeks were glowing red. Wright grabbed LeeAnn's long brunette hair, forcing her head and neck to arch back as his cock pounded away inside of her. "Oh, oh," LeeAnn repeated over and over again. Wright could hear his name being called from down the hallway and the voices were getting closer. He began to thrust even harder, the sound of his hips slapping into LeeAnn's ass was almost deafening. Wright let out a loud sound and pulled his cock out of LeeAnn's wet, but unsatisfied pussy. He began spraying his semen all over her ass and back until he was empty. Wright quickly grabbed up his clothes and began to put them on with great haste.

"That's it?" LeeAnn said with a sharp tone in her voice.

"Gotta run, love. They're all waiting for me."

"It was all right for them to wait until you got your rocks off."

"Now you get the picture. Where's my other boot?" Wright ducked just in time as LeeAnn threw it at his head. "Not the way I wanted it, but thanks just the same." Wright slipped his boot on and quickly slipped out the door and hurried down the stairs. Thomas Jennison was at the bottom waiting for him.

"Where have you been? Never mind, don't answer that. Gentlemen and lady, we have a great adventure ahead of us. One that could change the shape of our futures as well as that of mankind's." Wright starting rolling his eyes at the thought of listening to this speech for what seemed liked the one hundredth time, but Jessica and Rollie stood there attentive and fascinated.

"The civilization we are looking to encounter has been in existence for thousands of years. The things that we could learn from them are endless. We don't know whether they have actually encountered anyone outside of their own tribe. For that matter, we are still uncertain of their existence. One thing is certain; we must go with the assumption that they are hostile. Those of you with balls best be careful to hold onto them." Jarred Taylor, the least experienced of the crew, swallowed hard at Jennison's last remark. "Now everyone head out to the vehicles that are waiting to take us to the airport."

"Good morning Miss Jennison," Clay Wright said to Jessica with a wink, as he moved close enough to her so that she could smell the sweat of sex on his body.

"Good morning," Jessica said in a tone that made the loathing she felt for Wright unmistakable. Unmistakable to everyone but Wright that is. Either that or he enjoyed the challenge of trying to bed Jessica Jennison.

"It's a fine day for a trip don't you think? A chance to get to know each other better." Before Jessica could answer, Roland Hatcher intervened.

"Mr. Jennison said it's time to get out to the trucks, so I suggest we do so." Wright bristled at Rollie's interference and what in his own mind was making progress with the object of his affection. Nevertheless he kept his mouth shut and walked through the entranceway and out the front door.

"I can take care of myself thank you," Jessica said with a somewhat acidic edge to her voice. She turned and followed Wright out the door, but not before pausing momentarily to stare at Rollie's face. His shoulder length hair had been trimmed well back to suit the climate they were heading to. As she departed, she couldn't help but think how much more attractive he looked. She didn't let Rollie see it, but she smiled at the thought of him.

"You're very welcome," Hatcher said with a smile of his own that went unnoticed. "This is going to be one heck of a trip," he muttered to himself and went out to join the others.

~~~

After several days, the Jennison expedition had made its way deep into the tropical forest of the island. There were eight men and one woman on the crew, including the guide, Miguel. Miguel was a 24-year old Chilean man that had studied in England and knew more about geography than most Atlases. He had worked for Jennison many times in the past and was always a vital part of every trip. He was also an excellent source of the climate and hazards that were part of any location.