The Other Adventures of Nancy #3 By DeannaTroi This is a work of fiction. It contains adult material of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. All characters depicted ins sexual situations are 18 or older. All the characters in this story are my creation. Feel free to make use of them in your own stories, but please try and keep their character in line with what is depicted in these stories. You can send all feedback to: troi@hotmail.com Author's Note These "Other Adventures of Nancy" are numbered but each one is a stand alone story. It should be noted, however, that this particular story is set after the events in Delta City PI #39 in which Nancy adopts Rascal. The rental car ground to a halt on the narrow dirt road, though calling it a road was rather flattering thought Nancy. Trail or path would be a better description she figured as she got out of the car and tried her best to look helpless as she opened the hood and stared down confused at the engine. She made a few ineffectual attempts to tug and pull at things in case there was anyone watching from the jungle around her. After a few minutes, she gave up on the car, and pulled out her cell phone which she knew couldn't possibly have a signal out here. Then after stabbing at the keypad several times, she made a disgusted sound as if surprised she couldn't call up the auto club to come pick her up. Next she gave the dented front fender a good kick and went to the backseat and hauled out her large, wheeled suitcase. After being a conscientious renter and locking up the car, Nancy set off on foot down the rutted road in the direction she had been travelling. She was virtually certain the car would be long gone before she could get someone to come tow it, but that was her employer's problem as they were the ones who had rented it. They had told her to infiltrate the gang of the warlord who ran this isolated little section of jungle somewhere in South America. It had been up to her to figure out a way to accomplish this and so she was now some stupid gringo woman whose car had quite predictably broken down when she went wandering off into the places no one with two brain cells should wander. Nancy bumped along the road for a mile with her suitcase, wiping sweat from her brow. The sweat at least wasn't feigned as it was hotter than hell. At least her cover had allowed her to wear reasonably sensible clothes which consisted of a knee length skirt, white blouse and a pair of low hiking boots. The operative became aware of the sound of a car behind her and she turned to watch a beat up Buick from what looked like the 1950s approaching. It pulled level with her and stopped. On the car door, badly faided were the letters P O L E with a large space between the "L and the "E" where the other two letters had totally disappeared due to a dent. A burly looking man with a moustache and beard stubble on his chin leaned out the window to leer at her. Nancy had made sure to leave enough cleavage showing from two undone buttons to make it worth his while. "Hello Senorita, I see you had car problems? I assume that was your car a little ways back?" he asked, waving his hand vaguely in the direction behind him. "Yes Captain," squeaked Nancy and giving the man a promotion from Sergeant as the stripes on his dirty uniform indicated. "Would you be so kind as to give me a ride into the nearest town so I can get a tow truck? I would be ever so grateful" "It would be my pleasure Senorita," said Sergeant Lopez, but he didn't even bother to get out of his car to help the dumb bitchwith her suitcase which she struggled to hoist into the backseat before going around the front of the car to climb in beside him. Nancy flashed the man a smile and tugged on the broken seatbelt a few times before giving up on it. "I really appreciate this," she gurgled. "My name is Patricia Danials. I am a Biologist with the University of Phoenix." Sergeant Lopez grunted, took another look at the view of the nice white cleavage on display and put the car in gear. "What brings such a pretty lady way out here?" he asked after a moment, trying to sound friendly. "Oh, haven't you heard?" gushed Nancy. "There was a report of a sighting of the rare Ficticious malarkis!" Lopez stared at Nancy blankly. "What?" he finally got out. "A Fictitious malarkis," repeated Nancy, "only the rarest butterfly in the world. Someone posted a sighting of one near here last week on Twitter and I just had to come see it." "You came all this way for a fuc ....,er rare butterfly?" replied the policeman incredulously and deducted another twenty points from his estimate of her IQ which thankfully didn't reduce her boob size, the thing he was most interested in. "Oh yes," said an excited Nancy. "It is the opportunity of a lifetime!" It sure will be you stupid slut, thought Lopez, but just gave the woman a yellow teethed smile that he thought looked harmless and charming while he kept driving. After a while, he let his right hand fall from the wheel where it "accidently" landed on the woman's knee which made her give out a small yelp and pull away further on the seat. "My apologies senorita," Lopez said. "It was purely an accident." Nancy gave him a small smile to show there were no hard feelings. "That's quite alright Captain," she said with an air of nervous understanding. After the woman had settled back down, Lopez let his fingers slowly walk across the seat to brush against her knee. "Er, Captain, your hand again," gasped Nancy. "You are very beautiful senorita," said the Policeman and moved his hand again to now rest full on her leg just above the knee. "I don't think that is an appropriate thing for you to say," replied Nancy letting a bit of a chill come into her voice. Sergeant Lopez shrugged and moved his hand a little higher. "Well it is true, and yu must remeber how alone you are out here and in need of my help. I mean you can always get out and walk if you prefer." "I, I see," said Nancy meekly. "I thought you would," said the burly policeman and slid his hand under Nancy's skirt questing higher. Finally, his fingers brushed over her mound through what felt like a plain pair of cotton panties. Lopez felt slightly disappointed as he had hoped fror something more exotic. Nancy gave a startled gasp at the man's inquisitive fingers, but didn't try to draw away. A little frightened sounding sob seemed called for and so she made one which delighted the man. "I think that if you still want a ride into town and not be left out here in the jungle with the banditos and wild animals, you should start to make proper use of that pretty mouth of yours," suggested Lopez. Nancy shot him a shocked look. "Oh no, please I couldn't do that!" she protested. Lopez stopped the car. "It is either that or get out and walk. I would of course have to also confiscate your suitcase to search it for drugs and take your passport to confirm it is not a forgery." Nancy bit her lip and looked around wildly at the dark forbidding jungle. After what seemed like an appropriate amount of fearful consideration, she gave a small frightened nod of her head. "One nice thing about these old cars is lots of leg room," laughed Lopez as he gestured for the white woman to get down on her knees in front of him which the blonde did after some more trembling and frightened looks. "Now take out my cock and get to work," he ordered. With hands that properly shook, Nancy opened up the man's pants and freed his fat cock which was already semihard. She suppressed a sigh at the smell of it and drooled a large gob of saliva on it to try and wash it a bit before sliding her mouth onto it. "Ahhhhhhh," moaned Lopez as he started to drive again over the bumpy road. "You are very good senorita as I thought you would be. You pretend to be so shy andn nervous, but I can tell you are a whore at heart." Nancy bobbed her mouth up and down on the pig's cock. It was at times like this that she considered seeking other means of employment. She knew she wouldn't, however much doing things like this disgusted her. While her employers had not told her the reason for the assignment, she knew it was something important and she might as well get on with making the man cum. In this part of the world, he might very well turn out to be the contact she needed to connect with the warlord she had been told to find. Accordingly she ran her tongue lovingly over the sweaty cock and took it all inside her mouth until her nose pressed into his matted pubic hair. As she had expected, this was more than Sergeant Lopez could take and he began to pump a bitter tasting load of cum into her mouth which she swallowed. At least she had a bottle of mouthwash in her suitcase for use later. Ten minutes later, the battered policecar pulled up in front of a bar in the small town of San Dominico. "They have the only rooms to rent in town," said Lopez gesturing at the bar. "Tell them Emilio Lopez sent you and they will give you a good deal." * * * Kristen Matthews lay sobbing on a cot in the small dark room. She could hear her friends Natalie Armstrong and Sally Chambers making similar sounds from their own cots near her. They had been warned about the dangers of leaving the all inclusive resort and going into the town, but they had been so bored and the desk clerk and the taxi driver had been so nice and told them about a trendy night club where they could dance. They never even saw the man who stepped out of the shadows to give the taxi driver a pair of American twenties after watching the trio enter the club. The club had actually turned out to be not too bad for some place foreign and the girls had a good time dancing and drinking. When the room started to spin, Kristen had just thought she had drank a little too much and staggering slightly they had gone out to find their friendly taxi driver. Instead some men had loaded them into the back of a dirty, rusty van and wouldn't let them out. Things got a little hazy after that. Kristen remembered blacking out and waking up several times as they bumped along over rough roads. The two men in the front of the van had groped her breasts and even put their hands down between her legs to touch her womanhood. Kristen had been sure they were going to rape them, but they had stopped with the groping. She found out why as she listened to them speaking among themselves. They spoke in Spanish, but while she was far from fluent, Kristen had three years of highschool Spanish that her mother had insisted she take and that had been enough to follow their conversation. It seemed their bosss didn't like "used goods" and the two men were sufficiently frightened of him to limit their activities to groping. After a long drive, they had been more or less dragged out of the van and shoved into this room. Adrenaline had burned the alcohol out of their systems and all three were hungry and thirsty, but no one had come into the room after they were shoved inside. Now, suddenly the door opened and a light snapped on blinding Kristen as she blinked her eyes and tried to focus them on the large man standing there flanked by what looked like a pair of bodyguards. Miguel Fuentes regarded the three white teens and smiled to himself, though he was careful to keep his features stern. Miguel liked variety in his women and he saw a blonde, a brunette and a redhead staring back fearfully at him. He also liked seeing fear in others, so this promised to be very entertaining. "Please, please let us go," whimpered Sally. Kristen wanted to sneer at her friend's whining tone, but new she couldn't have done any better. "I will be only too glad to let you go," said Miguel as he crossed his arms over his broad chest. He was wearing a well tailored, lightweight suit and tie and spoke with just a hint of an accent. He had after all grown up in the United States and lived there for most of his first twenty years of life until his undocumented status had been discovered during a roadside check. Now, almost twenty years later, he still quite hated the spoiled citizens of that country which had rejected him. "Once your rich families have paid me a sufficient ransom that is," he concluded. Kristen glanced at her friends then raised her hand tremulously like a shy student asking permission of a teacher. When the man nodded at her, she tried to explain. "But, but our families aren't really rich. We, we got a good deal on the resort and wanted to have a little fun before school started. We all worked part time jobs and extra hours to earn the money. My dad's just a postman and my mom sells Avon to make a little extra money." "My dad is a school teacher," sobbed Sally, "and so is my mom. They don't pay teachers very well." "I, I just got a mom" put in Natalie. "She works in a factory and she doesn't even get any health care benefits." Miguel shrugged. "Well you had better hope that they can raise the money somehow. If they can't pay, I will still get my money out of you three while you fuck and suck in a whorehouse. It will serve you right for being such spoiled little brats, coming down here to party and spend more money in a few days than most people here would earn in a year. Now, I want the three of you to strip," and he took out his phone. "I have found it always inspires rich Americans to be given a little incentive early on to make them pay up." The three girls stared at the man in shock and he began to get impatient. "Take your clothes off or my men will do it for you," ordered Miguel as he gestured to the two burly men with him. The trio exchanged panicked looks and then slowly and reluctantly began to comply. Miguel could feel his cock getting hard as he watched the three teens strip. None of them were raving beauties, but all were quite attractive. The redhead Natalie had the largest boobs with a nice D cup he judged, but the blonde Kristen and the dark haired Sally had good sized C cups if he was any judge. He rather hoped no ransom would be paid as these three could probably earn him more money on their backs. Once the Americans were naked, Miguel made them pose in seductive positions as if they were Playboycenterfolds smiling for their big chance. That had taken some more threats, but the girls had complied as he knew they would. If their families failed to pay up,he could use these photos to help sell their bodies on his websites. "Now I want all three of you to kneel down in front of me," commanded Miguel. "I want a set of pictures with you sucking my cock. I think that should help inspire your families to pay up." It took a few more threats but soon the three college girls were kneeling in front of their captor and Kristen had the dubious honour of undoing his pants and pulling his cock out. With pounding heart and trembling fingers, the blonde slid the thick, hard organ into her mouth and tried not to cry as Miguel snapped several pictures that clearly showed her face and the cock between her lips. After that, Sally and Natalie were forced to repeat the pose before Miguel put the phone back in his jacket pocket and decided he needed them to finish what they had started. "We will see who is the lucky girl," he said with a laugh. "You will take turns sucking me until I cum. A very fun variation of Russian roulette don't you think?" The three girls didn't share his enthusiasm for the joke, but Miguel didn't really care. He took great delight in shoving his long, hard cock deep into each girl's mouth and making them gag. After half a dozen strokes in and out, he move from Kristen to Sally and then Natalie before going back to the blonde. He was on his third cycle when he couldn't hold back any longer and began to pump Sally's mouth full of his warm cum while the other two looked on with a mixture of horror and relief that it hadn't been them. * * * It was after supper by the time Nancy stepped into the bar, dragging her suitcase after her and the place was about half full. All the furniture looked old and worn, but the place was a lot cleanr than the blonde had expected. A dark haired, slightly plump woman was behind the bar as Nancy approached it. "What can I do for you senorita?" asked the woman, her eyebrows going up in surprise at the sight of the white stranger. "My car broke down," replied Nancy in halting Spanish. She actually spoke it flawlessly, but advertising that fact didn't seem like a good idea. "Captain Lopez gave me a ride into town and said you had rooms to rent?" [Author's Note: Ok, everyone is actually speaking Spanish in this story. Just pretend you are getting a translation courtesy of Nancy's employers as I don't speak Spanish!} The woman grimaced at Lopez's name and that earned her a few points in her favour from Nancy. "Oh that lazy, fat bastard isn't a Captain," scoffed the woman, "he is just a sergeant and not a very good one either." She looked sympathetically at Nancy, "I hope he didn't press himself on you, not that it is any of my business, but it is the kind of thing he does." "He, um was a little fresh," stammered Nancy managing to look appalled which was really how she felt about the man and their encounter. "Er, my name is Patricia Danials by the way. I'm a biologist from the States. I am here trying to get a view of the Fictitious malarkis." The woman stared blankly at the blonde for several seconds before giving her head a visible shake and then extending a hand. "My name is Carmen Mendez. My sister Calia and I own and run this place. If you don't mind me asking, what is this Fatuous whatever you are trying to find?" "The rarest and most beautiful butterfly in the world," replied Nancy clasping her hands in front of her in excitement. "It makes the Monarch look positively drab. It has lime green wings with lemon yellow spots. Have you ever seen one?" "Only after a few too many glasses of tequila," replied Carmen and then gave Nancy a pat on the shoulder when she saw the confused look on the woman's face. "Sorry, just a bad joke dear. No, I haven't see this butterfly of yours, but I don't venture much out of town." Nancy gave a small smile at this reassurance and then Carmen turned to call to a dark haired girl who was just leaving an order of drinks at a table. "Juanita, go upstairs and make sure Room 2 is ready for a guest. I can handle things down here for a few minutes until Calia gets back from the bakery." Juanita didn't look happy at the task, but nodded and headed for a flight of steps to the right of the bar. She was probably worried about losing out on tips, thought Nancy as the pretty girl had a dress on that was certainly low cut enough to earn them from any man with a pulse. Carmen pointed to an empty table not far from the bar. "Have a seat while Juanita checks the room. Would you like something to drink? I have a pot of chilli on the stove if you are hungry?" Nancy nodded her thanks, said she would love some chilli and just as she sat down at the table another woman bustled in the door carrying a cloth bag. The newcomer could have been a duplicate of Carmen, so Nancy decided that this had to be the other sister Calia and an identical twin from the looks of it. Nancy caught the smell of fresh baked bread from the bag as Calia went by and indeed when Carmen brought her a hot bowl of chilli, there were thick slices of homemade bread to go with it. While her healing factor could handle any revenge Montezuma could throw at her, Nancy decided that Patricia couldn't and had opted for a large mug of the local beer. She had to make an effort not to grimace when she took a sip. The stuff was probably not that bad, but alcohol always tasted like dirty dishwater to her at the best of times. Nancy was just finishing her supper and was considering whether to go up to her room or not when a quartet of men came into the bar yelling loudly for service and claiming a large corner table that was quickly vacated by its previous occupants. The blonde caught a look of anger and exasperation on the faces of both Carmen and Calia which quickly disappeared. Juanita on the other hand, broke out into a huge smile and flounced over to the group and promptly deposited herself onto the lap of one of the men and cuddled tightly against him even as he gave her ass an obvious squeeze through her dress while staring down her top. When Calia came to clear Nancy's dishes away, the blonde nodded towards the group of men. "Who are they?" she asked quietly. Calia glanced at the group and bit her lip, clearly reluctant to say much, but the men were laughing and making so much noise that she decided she was in no danger of being overheard. "The one with Juanita is Raphael Lobo, the right hand man of Miguel Fuentes." Since Patricia was supposed to be a ignorant Biologist and not someone who would recognize the name of a warlord and drug dealer, Nancy looked puzzled at the unfamiliar name. "Who is Miguel Fuentes?" she asked. "Is he the local mayor?" "Look, I don't dare say much," whispered Calia. "He is a very bad man and someone you should stay away from." "But Juanita?" Nancy nodded at the laughing girl even as Raphael was openly groping her breasts. Calia sighed. "Juanita is a good girl at heart. Her parents were killed in a landslide five years ago and Carmen and I took her in. She has just become a woman in body, but she is still a girl in her judgement at times. She sees Raphael and his ilk as exciting and a change from her boring life here. She thinks he will take her away from all this drudgery and she will be great and famous. I fear it will end badly, but I don't know what to do. What little government and authority we have out here comes from fools like Lopez who is a trained seal for Lobo and Fuentes. Stay as far away from them as you can, or better yet leave as quickly as possible." With that, Calia gathered up the dishes and hustled back to the kitchen behind the bar. * * * Raphael Lobo gave Juanita's full breasts another squeeze each, tweaking her hard brown nipples through her dress and looked over at the blonde sitting alone. Word of the woman's arrival had reached Miguel through Lopez and the Warlord had dispatched his deputy to investigate her. Was she an agent for some American intelligence agency. It seemed unlikely since she was about as visible as a glowing Christmas tree would be in a jungle clearing. Raphael had stopped to investigate the rental car the blonde had used. There was a hole in the radiator that looked exactly like what you would expect in a car that old and badly maintained. The rental papers in the glove compartment confirmed her name as Patricia Danials and that she had rented the car in the capital three days ago. That was before the three girls at the compound had been grabbed, so it was impossible that she could be there to investigate their disappearance. No intelligence agency, no matter how good, could dispatch an investigator before the crime was committed. Still it would be prudant to investigate any newcomer more closely, especially one with hooters that big. She could be a very valuable acquisition. Juanita dear," he said to the girl on his lap. "Get the blonde over there a Tequila. Just tell her it is on the house and put this in it," he said handing Juanita a small white pill. Juanita took the pill and a look of uncertainty crossed her face for a moment, replacing the smile of a moment before. "But why?" she tried not to whine. "What can you possibly see in that white bitch?" "Just do as you are told," growled Raphael as he gave the girl a hard swat on the ass. "Be good and I will take you with me to the capital the next time I go and show you a good time." Juanita nodded and her smile came back full force at the prospect of a trip to the big city and maybe a permanent escape from this life she hated. In the back of her mind, there was just this little tiny voice that demanded to know what the pill was for. The front part of her mind already knew the answer, but was trying not to remember it as it told the other voice to shut the hell up. Raphael watched Juanita go to the bar, get the glass of booze and slip the pill into it and he smiled behind the glass he raised to his own lips. Yes, he planned to take Juanita with him to the capital next time. A pretty girl like that would be a good money earner spreading her legs in the whorehouse. A couple of the girls there were nearly used up and they needed some fresh meat. * * * Nancy smiled when she took the complementary drink from the smiling Juanita. The girl's handling of the pill and dropping it into the drink were about as clumsy as a neurosurgeon trying to operate with oven mitts on. Her healing factor would ensure that the drug would have little to no effect on her, but that wouldn't do would it? Her employer's had told her to infiltrate Fuentes's group and this looked like a little white, round invitation dissolved in Tequila. Playing the naive gringo, Nancy knocked back the drink and after waiting a few minutes headed for the stairs, being sure to stumble a little and have to grab onto the handrail tightly as she bumped her suitcase noisily up the steps. Once in her room, Nancy let her suitcase tip over to lie on the floor as if dropped and then dprawled on the bed face down to wait and see what happened. She had to wait an hour before the agent heard her door creak silently open and footsteps crossed the floor to the bed. "Is she ok?" asked Juanita in a worried voice. "She's fine, just out like a baby," said Raphael with a low course laugh as he flipped the blonde over onto her back and felt her wrist for the steady pulse. "Mmmm, look at the big tits she's got! I have to see those things" Juanita had turned away from the bed and now she looked back at the sound of ripping cloth. Raphael hadn't bothered to undo the woman's buttons, but had simply grasped the sides of the top and ripped it open. The blonde was not wearing a bra and her huge, round breasts, topped with large pink nipples spilled into view. Raphael grabbed a breast in each large hand and squeezed them roughly which brought only a low moan from the unconscious Biologist. "We, we shouldn't be doing this," whispered a shocked Juanita who was suddenly regretting her part in this. She was suddenly seeing a side of Raphael she didn't much care for. That little voice at the back of her mind was saying she had seen it before, but had pretended she hadn't. "She is just a stupid white bitch," laughed Raphael. "They deserve whatever they get, the stuck up whores. Now come over here and get a good look." Before Juanita could say anything more, Raphael grabbed her wrist and dragged the dark haired girl to stand beside him at the bed. When Juanita tried to look away, the large man pushed her down onto the bed on top of Nancy. "I said to look," growled Raphael, "now take a real good close look!" With that, he shoved Juanita's face into Nancy's exposed breasts. "Please, stop," came Juanita's muffled boice from between the blonde's large jugs. "You need to learn to do what you are told girl," replied Raphael, "now suck on those nipples. I want to see them get hard." Juanita gave another sob, but Raphael held her firmly on the back of herhead and finally the frightened girl gave in and opened her mouth to take one of the white woman's nipples between her lips. This kind of thing between two women was wrong according to Father Chavez. It was a disgusting, perverted act that went against god and nature the priest had thundered from the pulpit and now tears ran down Juanita's face as she was forced to lick and suck on the blonde's large, soft breasts. * * * Nancy cursed mentally as she felt Juanita's mouth on her breasts. The blonde was not especially upset about what was happening to her, but she could hear and feel the dark haired girl's distress which made her feel like she was the one doing the sexual assault. This Raphael was indeed a real piece of work who was so caught up in his own desires tht he didn't realize or more likely didn't care about the distress he was causing Juanita. At least it might do something to remove some of the blinkers the girl had apparently been viewing her "boyfriend" with. The downside of this, however, was that Nancy was stuck playing the unconscious victim. "That's it girl, suck on those big white tits," said Raphael and Nancy didn't need to open her eyes to know the man had pulled his cock out and was now jerking off as he forced his girlfriend to pleasure her. Juanita suddenly gave a louder gasp and there was another sound of tearing fabric which Nancy guessed to be the forced removal of the girl's dress. This was confirmed a moment later when Raphael grabbed Juanita's hair and forced her mouth down onto Nancy's and smashed their bare breasts together. Please Raphael," Juanita tried to protest again. "Father Chavez says such things between two women is wrong and she are unconscious as well." "I don't give a fuck what that doddering old fool says," snarled Raphael. "It excites me to see you making love with the white whore, so get to it." Juanita gave another sob and then pressed her lips into Nancy's while the blonde heard the sound of more ripping cloth as she guessed Raphael continued to strip the girl. Then there was the ringing sound of an ass being slapped and Raphael told Juanita to use her tongue. A moment later, the girl's tongue pushed against Nancy's slack lips and into her mouth. "Now get her clothes off," moaned Raphael after watching the kiss for a few minutes. Juanita's hands shook as she removed the remmnants of Nancy's blouse before taking off the skirt and finally the panties. "I told you all white women are filthy whores," laughed Raphael as he saw Nancy's shaved pussy. "Lie down on top of her girl! Move your body against hers." The frightened Juanita hastened to comply and now the blonde agent could feel the full naked length of the girl's warm flesh pressed into her own. Under other circumstances, this would have been pleasant, but as it was, it made Nancy feel nothing but extreme discomfort. "Now spread her legs apart and dive in there with your mouth," ordered Raphael. Nancy couldn't see it, but she could imagine the girl's horrified expression. There was another hard spanking sound of hand on ass and then another and another until finally Juanita did as she was told and pulled Nancy's legs apart and slowly lowered her mouth toward the older woman's pussy. The blonde had to fight her instincts to "wake up" and give Raphael a good beating. She then gave a small gasp as she felt the first very tentative touch of Juanita's tongue on her pussy lips. "See, she likes it!" sneered Raphael and now Nancy could hear the whacp, whap whap of his hand sliding up and down his shaft as he watched Juanita begin to lap at her first pussy. "Ahhhhhhh," Nancy let out another soft moan that she judged would be the appropriate response from an unconscious woman and also let one of her arms move feebly to signify that her body was not quite so deep under. "Push your tongue into her cunt and get a good taste," ordered Raphael and after another muffled sob from Juanita, Nancy felt the girl's tongue probing deeper inside her. While Juanita was obviously reluctant and inexperienced, Nancy knew she was getting wetter from the oral stimulation and was trying to hold back on her orgasm to try and spare the younger woman from getting squirted on as that was the norm for any Aphrodite. The blonde doubted the girl was quite ready for that experience at the moment. Nancy found out she needn't have worried too much as Raphael was only concerned with his own pleasure and suddenly gave a loud cry. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming," he yelled and Nancy felt the warm patter of cum splashing down on her face and breasts. Some of it apparently landed on Juanita as Nancy heard a squeak from the girl. Eyes still closed, Nancy felt something warm and hard dragged across her face and it didn't take much imagination as to what that was unless a snake had dropped out of the rafters. "Ok," get dressed,"ordered Raphael. ""I'm going to take both of you back to the compound." "W, why?" stammered Juanita as she used the back of her hand to wipe away tears. "Because we will probably be going to the capital tomorrow or the day after," said Raphael. "You wanted to go there with me didn't you?" "Yes, yes of course," replied Juanita, but she no longer sounded so certain having gotten a clearer picture of what Raphael could be like. In the end, they got Nancy's skirt and blouse back on before Raphael slung her over his shoulder to carry her down the stairs. The blouse was missing all its buttons, however, so Nancy's large breasts were on display to anyone left in the bar. She couldn't see, but Nancy suspected Juanita was just as disheveled. "Hey, what do you think you are doing?" called one of the sisters, Nancy couldn't tell if it was Carmen or Calia. "Don't get involved," warned Raphael and there was the sound of someone being shoved out of the way. "Bring her suitcase," Raphael said, presumably to one of the other three men he had entered the bar with. There was another quiet protest, probably the other sister, but then Nancy felt the cool night air on her body as she was taken outside and then suppressed a curse and a grunt as she was dumped onto the floor of some type of vehicle, probably a van she thought. There was the sound of others climbing into the vehicle and doors being slammed shut. The blonde agent risked a quick look through slitted eyes and saw Juanita crouched beside her in the tatters of her dress and her suitcase on the other side of the dark haired girl. "Holy fuck, look at the size of those boobs," exclaimed another of the men and then the vehicle was moving. * * * Nancy stirred and pretended to wake up after what felt like a bucket of water was thrown over her face. "Oh my head," she moaned. "I am never going to drink tequila again!" Nancy made a show of holding a hand to her forehead and blinking rapidly as she looked around. "What? Where am I?" Then she let herself notice her ripped blouse and exposed breasts and gave out an "eek" and crossed her arms over them. "Welcome to my home away from home Ms. Danials," said a man in a suit who was holding papers he had taken from her suitcase. That didn't alarm Nancy as she knew the passport and other documents her employers had supplied her with would pass any test. "Who are you?" cried Nancy in her best frightened voice. "Where am I? What happened to my clothes?" "Ah so many questions," said the man. "My name is Miguel Fuentes. I only tell you that since you will soon either be dead or in no position to impart that information to anyone. As for where, you are in the base I use to get away from any meddling authorities or when I just want to escape from the filth of the capital. As for your clothes, you can thank Raphael for that," and he gestured toward his deputy. "Personally, I like the view his actions afforded me." "I, I don't understand any of this," complained Nancy and gave another theatrical moan as she rubbed her temples with her fingers. "You googled her?" Miguel asked Raphael, ignoring Nancy for the moment. "Si, there is a Patricia Danials at the University of Phoenix and she is a Biology professor," confirmed Raphael. "The pictures I found of her match the passport photo, at least if you allow for the crappy picture on the passport. It makes her look like she is having her period when they took it." "Well of course I am Patricia Danials," said Nancy with a hint of impatience in her voice. "I came down here looking for butterflys, the Fictitious malarkis, the rarest species in the world. Someone posted on Twitter about having seen one near here." Miguel looked at Raphael again. "Never heard of it," said Raphael, "but what the fuck do I care about bugs? There is a Wikipedia article on this butterfly she was going on about and I even found the Twitter thread from someone called @Rascal who says he or she saw one near the village." "Well that does seem to make you legitimate," said Miguel. "That means you won't end up dead, or at least not right away. I can certainly make good use of someone with your qualifications," and his eyes focussed on Nancy's chest. "I, I don't understand," said Nancy, though she did all to well. "The polite way to say it," replied Miguel, "is that I run several establishments in the capital that cater to the pleasure of men for a price,. The more vulgar way of saying it is that I will be putting you to work as a whore where you will fuck and suck cock until you are no longer able to attract a decent price." "You, you can't do that!" said Nancy staring at him aghast as Patricia Danials would. "I, I am a distinguished university professor not a prostitute! I am also an American citizen and I have rights!" Miguel shrugged. "You are what I say you are or you are dead and the only rights you have here are what I allow you. I was considered not good enough for your 'land of the free' so do not expect any mercy from me." Before Nancy could say anything more, there was a bit of commotion as a door opened and men led in three very scared looking young white women in tattered clothing, a redhead, a blonde and a brunette. "Ah there you are," said Miguel turning towards the three girls. "It seems, unfortunately for you, that you were right about your families not being able to afford much of a ransom. It appears I can make more money selling your bodies, so in the morning I will take the five of you back to the capital with me and put you right to work." The girls had looked terrified when they came into the room and now they seemed on the verge of total hysteria and the brunette had dropped to her knees sobbing. Nancy couldn't do anything to help them at the moment as there were a dozen well armed men around the room and she was busy doing some simple math. The three girls plus her made four, not five and then she looked over to where Juanita was standing and saw the girl had done the same math. "Raphael?" was the only word the girl said as she turned pleadingly towards her "boyfriend". Raphael merely shrugged and didn't say anything. Juanita looked liked she wanted to cry like the other three, but took a deep breath and got herself under control. "I see I have been a fool just like Carmen and Calia warned I was" said Juanita and turned her back on Raphael. "Now before your body is ruined by the pigs who will pay money for you," said Miguel to Nancy, "I will avail myself of your considerable charms. It will be instructive to have the others watch, so that they may see the fate that is in store for them." Nancy made a show of trying to crawl away, but he grabbed her by her blonde hair and dragged her over to a large sofa and threw her down onto it. Around her in the room, Nancy could hear the sobbing of the three Americangirls and feel the intense lusty stares of the men as they watched, anticipating what was about to happen. Nancy looked up fromher cringing position on the sofa and watched as Miguel removed his clothes, carefully folding his suit over the back of a chair. "Take your clothes off my dear Professor Danials," said Miguel. "You are going to have to learn not to be shy and to share that marvelous body of yours with anyone who has the money to pay for it." Nancy did as she was told after a little more whining and more threats from the warlord. This was starting to look like one of those jobs where she wouldn't totally mind ending up judge, jury and executioner of this man. Miguel stood there stroking his cock as he watched the blonde strip and then he quickly moved up between her legs as he pulled them apart. He bent down long enough to grab two handfuls of her breasts and play with them a bit before he positioned his cock at the entrance to her slit and slammed it home. "Ahhhhhhhh," the warlord gave a sigh of pleasure as he felt the blonde's tight, wet pussy grip and squeeze his cock. He knew it was not logical and that this woman had absolutely nothing to do with is humiliating deportation, but everytime he fucked one of these white sluts and made them submit to his cock, he couldn't help but feel a strong sense of revenge fulfilled. Miguel began to ram his cock into the blonde, harder and faster, making her large jugs bounce and swing wildly on her chest. The inner walls of her cunt were so velvety soft and felt so fantastic that he briefly contemplated keeping this one as his personal whore for a while at least until he got tired of her. Normally, he never let a woman stick around long enough to risk forming any attachment that could somehow compromise him, but damn he was tempted with this one. He shelved the final decision to the morning and concentrated his attention on just fucking her brains out. With a loud cry of domination, he felt his balls start to empty their load into the woman's sopping wet pussy. He felt himself cum harder than he could ever remember and her pussy overflowed with his seed when he pulled his member from her and shot a final blast over those huge tits. "Lock them up until the morning when we will leave for the capital," Miguel ordered his men as he got dressed. "I want them left alone as I want them in good condition for their new employment." Some of his men muttered about this order as they had hoped to get to sample the new girls. "You can pay for them when we get to the city," sneered Miguel. "Remember your employee discount." "I'm taking Juanita for one last ride tonight," laughed Raphael and Miguel just nodded and waved his agreement as his deputy dragged the dark haired girl away to his room. The other four women were led away. The three young American teens were put in one room which was too small to hold anyone else while Nancy was shoved into another small room along with her suitcase. The men had searched it casually and apparently decided her lingerie was interesting but no threat. They hadn't even found her tablet in its hidden compartment and even if they had, there was nothing remarkable about it in its normal configuration. * * * In some ways, Nancy thought it would be simpler to leave things until they got to the city, but that would leave this base intact and here everyone was nicely together. They hadn't bothered to post a guard outside her door which she found out a few hours later when she unlocked it with a touch of her hand and slipped out. Her tasks only took a couple of hours and then she returned to the main building and went to find Juanita first. Most of the men were asleep in the dormnear the main house with only Miguel, Raphael and a few other favourites having their own private rooms in the house. There had only been a few exterior guards and Nancy had already disposed of them as part of her two hours work. Nowe, she found Raphael's room and touched the lock to open it and slipped in quietly. Raphael's back was to her as he was fucking Juanita's ass from behind as the girl knelt on the bed with her head hanging, but refusing to cry as she was roughly buggered. Nancy knew it was unnecessarily melodramatic, but she couldn't resist as she tapped Raphael on the shoulder and when he looked around she hit him hard several times in the face, breaking his nose and jaw before he lost consciousness. "Time to get out of here," Nancy smiled at Juanita and waited until the girl put on the few tatters of her clothing before releasing the other three girls from their room and leading the astonished trio outside. There was a chain link fence topped with razor wire around the several buildings of the compound, but Nancy had already cut a hole large enough for them to fit through in one corner near the path that led off into the jungle. According to her tablet, the compound was only a few miles from the village and it should be easy enough to walk to safety along the path. "Hold it right there,"said a male voice that Nancy recognized as Miguels and she turned slowly around to see the warlord standing there alone with a pistol pointed at her. "It seems lucky that I had trouble sleeping and went for a walk to get some fresh air. I assume you are some kind of intelligence agent after all? CIA perhaps?" "Something like that," admitted Nancy. "You should know that I have been empowered to offer you a pardon if you turn yourself in. The people I work for know you got a raw deal years ago and they are willing to offer you another chance to start over." that offer would have been news to her employers, but her instincts said to give this man a last chance to redeem himself. Miguel stood there stunned for several seconds and then he gave a harsh laugh. He saw the blonde wasn't laughing. "You are really serious?" he finally asked. Nancy nodded. "The offer is just for you, but I will give your men a head start and they can probably disappear into the woodwork. Without your leadership, they are nothing. You can start over again and make something of yourself this time." Miguel stared at the woman incredulously for a couple of minutes as his mind raced. A chance to start over with a blank slate and be something more. God, it was so tempting, but that would mean having to surrender to this woman, this mere woman he had fucked just a few short hours ago. There was no way he could do that. There was no way he could accept that humiliation. He was a powerful man now that people feared. He would not go back to being one of the herd. "No, I don't think so," he said. "Those girls still go to the whorehouse, but you I will keep and fuck until you tell me who exactly you work for and then I might be willing to ransom you back to them." "That is your final word?" asked Nancy. "Yes," replied Miguel and waved his gun at her to order her back to the house. Nancy sighed and took her tablet from the pocket of her skirt. "You will find all the information you need about my employers on this tablet," and she handed it to him. Miguel took the tablet and opened it. On the screen was the number 10 which changed to a 9 then an 8 as he watched. "What?" he asked. Nancy didn't reply but just turned and pushed the four girls to the ground and covered her head with her arms. The tablet hit zero and the compound began to explode. The suitcase she had been lugging around was composed of a special explosive. Very powerful stuff, that she had dispersed around the compound in strategic places, but inert until it got the signal from her tablet. If Miguel had accepted her offer, she would have stopped the countdown. As it was, the blast caught the warlord and smashed him face first through the fence into the trunk of a tree. Nancy caught the tablet before it could hit the ground. When she bent over Miguel to check on him, she saw she was wasting her time. Nancy sighed. Sometimes she had to remind herself that not everyone was like Miguel. In her line of work, she rarely got to meet Mr. or Ms. Right. She even rarely met Mr. Normal or Ms. Regular, but got to spend a lot of quality time with Mr. Totally Insane or Ms. Crazy Bitch. Somewhere under the monster the man had become, Nancy had sensed there had once been a good man that circumstances had twisted and deformed. The blonde agent didn't know if other people got second chances like she did, but maybe somewhere the bastard would find some peace and a chance to start over. Looking up from the body, all around her the compound was in flames. That large propane tank and the ammunition stock had helped things along nicely. If there were any survivors, they could look after themselves thought Nancy and turned back to lead the four girls away. Only, now there were only three. "What happened to Juanita?" she asked the others. "She, she said something about not wanting to go back to the village and that she would rather die first," said the blonde. "She ran off into the jungle and she pointed vaguely into the darkness." Tracking the girl in the dark would be difficult thought Nancy and she opened her tablet and typed in a message. A few minutes later, a furry, golden shape trotted down the path and gave a small bark of greeting before jumping up to wash Nancy's face with is tongue. The other three girls looked on dumfounded. "This is Rascal," was the short explanation Nancy gave them and then she picked up a shred of Juanita's clothing and held it out to the golden retriever. The dog was obviously not native to this type of terrain but then Rascal was not exactly a normal dog. He gave another small bark, sniffed the cloth and then put his nose to the ground. Another bark and a look at Nancy before he moved off quickly through the jungle. "Hold hands and form a chain," said Nancy holding out her hand to the blonde. "She can't have gone too far and I am not leaving you alone in case any of the bastards did survive." A couple of hundred yards into the jungle, they came across a small stream, maybe ten yards across. Nancy quickly spotted Juanita some way upstream and half wading, half swimming across the waist high water. Moving towards the girl was a large, dark log, except logs don't have eyes or move against the current realized Nancy with a start. "Wait here and stay well back of the water," Nancy told the three girls and peeled off her tattered blouse and skirt, produced a knife from one of her boots before kicking them off and dove into the water and began to chase the "log" silently gliding towards the unaware Juanita. Nancy remembered that it was sometimes hard to tell crocodiles and alligators apart. The two major differences being that crocodiles had a V shaped snout while alligators were more of a U shape. There was also something different about the structure of their teeth, but neither characteristic seemed like a good way to make a classification if you were swimming in the river with one. Well since they were in South America and you only found alligators in the Southern United States and a smaller version in China, Nancy was reasonably certain it was a crocodile she was trying to overhaul. It struck the blonde as one of the stupider things she had done in her life and Juanita hadn't exactly been her friend with that drugged drink, but Carmen and Calia had thought she was worth saving. Maybe if something was done to help her early enough, the girl would make better choices than Miguel had done or had done to him. The sounds of splashing in the predawn light finally got Juanita's attention and she had turned to spot the crocodile moving towards her and opened her mouth to scream. That was when Nancy caught up to the crocodile and gave the tail of the five meter long thing a yank to pull it back and get its attention. Then before the reptile could open its mouth, Nancy wrapped her legs around it andgrabbed its jaw with her hands to hold it closed. Nancy's employers believed in training for all possible contingencies and one interesting fact about crocodiles and alligators had stuck with Nancy. While crocodiles had the most powerful bite of any animal, including great white sharks, the muscles that opened the mouth were relatively weak and now she was able to hold them closed as the beast thrashed around under her as Juanita scrambled back towards the shore. The problem was, what now? Nancy had her knife clenched in her teeth, but she didn't dare let go of the thing's jaws to make use of it. Also, these large tan coloured crocodiles that were found in parts of South America were on the endangered species list, a precarious position with which Nancy suddenly found great sympathy with. Finally with difficulty, the blonde managed to steer the maddened creature towards the far bank where she was able to ground it briefly while she leapt off its back and swam like hell back to where Juanita and the other three girls were waiting. "That was fantastic," cried Kristen. Nancy looked down at her scratched and bruised body. Her boobs in particular hurt like hell as they had never been designed to rub against the rough scales of a crocodile. "It was an experience I could have done withou," and she looked meaningfully at Juanita. The girl hung her head and looked abashed. There was something about seeing a crocodile coming towards you that inspired one to want to keep living. * * * Nancy stood once more in the featureless grey walled room that she lived in between missions and finished her report to her invisible employers. It should be noted, however, the room was not quite as featureless as it had been as a dog bed and numerous dog toys were scattered around the room. Not that Rascal ever spent much time lying on the pet bed Nancy had bought for him as he continually ignored her admonitions to stay off her bed and she had become accustomed to the shed golden fur that adorned it now. "I do hope Juanita will be alright?" she made her concern into a question. Sometimes her employers were not very forthcoming about what their goals and objectives for a mission really were. Shutting down or at least putting a crimp into the drug trafficking and other illegal activities of Miguel was nice, but unfortunately, he would soon be replaced by others who were just as bad or worse. The war on drugs was at best a stalemate. The American ambassador and a handful of Marines had shown up with the local authorities to make sure the three teens got safely back home to their families, but no one but Nancy had been so concerned with the local girl. Well, that wasn't totally true, Carmen and Calia had welcomed her back with open arms and even that half senile priest had seemed glad to see her back if only so he could give her a proper lecture on morality as he saw it. "When we sent you on the mission, we were not certain of its most favourable outcome," said a male sounding voice. "Our probability calculations merely indicated that particular time and place was important," said a female sounding voice. "As usual, however, you seem to have somehow stumbled on the optimum solution," said a voice that sounded neither overtly male or female. Nancy tried not to smile. When in doubt, she just followed her instincts and she knew it sometimes annoyed her employers when those instincts were proven correct when all their calculations and logic had proved inconclusive. "Meaning what in this case?" she asked. "Juanita Gonzales will indeed be alright," said the male voice. "The old priest will be succeeded by a more modern looking man within the year," said the female voice. "He will recognize and nurture the potential of the girl." "She will go on to lead the battle to improve the human rights, especially for women in that region and beyond," said the neutral sounding voice. "Several of the lives she will affect positively will go on to make significant contributions to humanity, including one who will be an astronaut and another who will become the first female governor of that state." "Good enough," replied Nancy. "I couldn't have found her in time without Rascal's help, so I think he deserves a reward." The blonde crosssed over to the small bar fridge she had recently installed in the room to hold important things like pizza and cheese. "That's funny," she said looking inside the fridge. "I could have sworn I still had a chunk of cheese left when I went on that mission." "You must be mistaken," said the male voice. "I guess," said Nancy uncertainly and then picked up an orange floor hockey ball. "Oh well, drop me and Rascal off somewhere where they have a place he can run and a store nearby," she said as she clipped the dog's leash onto his collar. "As you wish," said the female voice. "You have the next 24 hours free until your next mission," said the neutral voice. "Our calculations indicate a high probability of an attempted assassination of the president of the first Earth colony." Nancy sighed and nodded then she and Rascal disappeared from the room. For a while after Nancy had gone, there was silence in the mental communication between her employers. "I only gave the dog athird of the cheese when he started to whimper after Nancy left," said the male voice. "I of course could not be coerced by such sounds, but it was disturbing my concentration and I deemed it the optimum solution to obtaining the silence I needed. "Ah, and I only gave the dog half of the remaining amount when the dog rolled onto its back and wanted its stomach scratched," said the female voice. "Lacking hands for that task, I reasoned the cheese would alleviate its distress." "I then gave it the small amount that remained," said the neutral voice somewhat defensively into the silence. "The animal kept regarding me with those large brown visual organs and it was preventing me from concentrating." "Do you think she knows what we did?" asked the male voice. "Quite probably," replied the female voice. "She is often impetuous and unpredictable, but not unintelligent." "We're fucked," said the neutral voice and the others nodded mentally. The End t