An adult stories – The Zenobee Women by jrydher1,jrydher1 ©️ 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.”
~~~
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.
The weather on Tandika was consistently hot and humid. The only freshwater that was free of snakes and other things that go bump in the day and night, was a small waterfall that acted as a shower that was about a mile from camp. It was accompanied by a small lake that was good for swimming and cooling off. Every other morning, a group of four or five would go to the waterfall to try to stop the itching and heat prostration, and to cool their skin from the sun and bug bites.
One morning, Rollie woke up very early due to a particularly sweltering night. He decided since he was awake anyway, he would take advantage of the quiet camp and the rising sun, and head to the waterfall early. He quietly slid out of camp undetected, or so he thought. Jessica was also awake and decided to follow him.
Rollie climbed down the hill to the waterfall and quickly stripped off his clothes. He stepped into the cool water, swimming along the surface and then dipped below to cool off his head. After a few minutes he swam back to the edge and grabbed his dopp kit. It contained soap, shampoo, shaving cream, and a razor. He stepped up in the waterfall and began lathering his body up with soap.
Meanwhile, Jessica watched from atop the hill and found herself incredibly turned on. She had watched as Rollie removed his clothes and admired his muscular back, shoulders, arms, and ass. When he rose up out of the water, unwittingly facing her, she saw that there was more to him than meets the eye. As he showered under the falls, she could feel a tingle between her legs and her nipples began to harden. She decided it was time to get a closer look and started an ascent down a stretch of hill further to the east.
Hatcher was enjoying the cooling of the falls when he heard a crackling sound behind him. He slowly moved under the falls and out the other side to the plunge basin that was beneath a small cave-like structure. He made his way through the opening he had discovered on another day and made his way back to his gear.
Jessica made her way down the hill and neared the falls, but Rollie was nowhere to be seen. With a confused expression on her face, she removed her boots and socks and waded through the water in her safari shorts and matching button-down jacket. She chose a spot to the side of the falls to step into the basin area. Though she wasn’t directly under the waterfall, her clothes got considerably wet. She was also considerably confused when she still didn’t see Rollie. As she moved further into the darkness of the cave, she froze when she heard the cocking of a rifle.
“Put your hands in the air and turn around very slowly, or I WILL shoot you.”
Jessica was relieved to hear the sound of Rollie’s voice. “It’s just me, it’s Jessica,” she said as slowly turned around towards him.
“What the hell are you doing down here?”
“Um, give me a minute to think of a good reason.”
“Were you following me? Wait, were you watching me?”
Jessica, her arms still in the air, giggled nervously and then lowered her eyes to Rollie’s cock.
“Ha, you were watching me. And, you can put your arms down now.” An embarrassed Jessica lowered her arms as Rollie leaned the rifle against the wall of the cave. He moved slowly towards her. “So, did you like what you saw?”
Jessica nodded her head slowly and the two leaned into each other for a kiss. Their lips mashed together in an urgent hunger and they quickly found each other’s tongues. Rollie’s cock grew in response and Jessica reached down to caress it with her right hand. Rollie moaned into Jessica’s open mouth as she broke from the kiss and dropped to her knees.
She licked his thick shaft and tongued his balls and head before sliding his hardness past her lips. Rollie sighed in ecstasy as Jessica bobbed her head up and down on his cock. She drank in his precum as it spilled out until she let the head loudly pop out of her mouth. Her hand stroked his length as she sucked in one of his balls and the other.
“Oh my God, that feels amazing,” Rollie managed to whisper. After a couple more minutes of a more than satisfying blowjob, Rollie reached down and lifted Jessica back to her feet. They kissed again as he quickly unbuttoned her top and she unzipped her shorts and let them drop to her feet. Rollie squeezed Jessica’s breasts through her bra, causing her to throw her head back in a feeling of euphoria. Rollie kissed his way down her stomach and removed her soaking wet panties. She quickly removed her bra and stepped out of her clothes, giving Rollie full access to her pussy.
Rollie lifted Jessica right leg over his shoulder and drove his tongue into her pussy. She grabbed his head to maintain her balance as her body shuddered. Her first orgasm came quickly…Rollie tortured her clit while his index finger probed deeply into her sex.
“Oh God. Don’t stop. Oh my God, “Jessica screamed out, her voice partially muffled by the sound of the waterfall. After another earth-shattering climax, Jessica’s breasts were heaving up and down and glistened with sweat. Rollie stood up and roughly grabbed Jessica’s tits, running his tongue over them. He teethed, sucked, and tugged on her nipples with his teeth and lips.
“Fuck me, Rollie. PLEASE,” Jessica urged. Rollie hated to break away from her breasts, but he grabbed her by the hand and led her over to the cave wall. He leaned back against it to be sure of his footing, then lifted Jessica up by her ass and lowered her down onto his cock; the duo moaned in tandem as Rollie entered Jessica’s slick pussy.
Jessica put her arms around Rollie’s neck, her body bouncing up and down on Rollie’s thick cock. She stretched back to give Rollie access to her bouncing breasts and he took full advantage, once again devouring her nipples in his mouth.
Sighs, grunts, and groans filled the air as well as the sound of bodies slapping together every time Jessica bottomed out on Rollie’s cock.
“Fuck me harder,” Jessica pleaded. Rollie turned around, placing Jessica against the wall and started to slam into her pussy with renewed vigor. “That’s it, that’s it. So fucking hard,” Jessica screamed.
Minutes later, after Jessica had bounced on his cock many times, Rollie, uttered, “I’m…going…to…cum.”
“Quick, put me down,” Jessica breathlessly responded. Rollie acquiesced, lifting Jessica up and in the process pulling out of her vagina. Jessica quickly sank to her knees and vigorously started pumping Rollie’s cock. Seconds later, burst of thick cum started blasting from Rollie’s cock, covering Jessica’s breasts. Her eyes opened wide with amazement at how much cum shot out of Rollie’s cannon of a cock. She continued stroking him until he finally stopped ejaculating.
Jessica got to her feet, her mouth still agape in utter surprise the amount of cum on her body. “It’s been a while,” Rollie said sheepishly and shrugged.
“I would say so,” Jessica replied, “but, I am sorry that I made you pull out of me. It’s just that I didn’t exactly bring birth control with me on the trip.”
Rollie chuckled and said, “Believe me, you have nothing to be sorry about. That was unbelievable. Jessica smiled from ear to ear and playfully jumped into Rollie’s arms, rubbing her chest against his and therefore, spreading his cum on him.
“If I’m going to be sticky, you might as well be too,” Jessica said with a laugh. Rollie quickly lifted Jessica off her feet and carried under the waterfall, soaking them both. It was then that Rollie noticed the sun getting higher up in the sky.
“We’d better get moving and get back to camp before everyone else is awake.”
“If they are awake, how do we explain our being out of the camp?”
“Just follow my lead.”
By the time the pair got back to camp everyone was indeed fully up and awake. “Where have you two been? I was worried,” inquired Thomas Jennison.
“I heard some rustling nearby and followed it. Unbeknownst to me, Miss Jennison was following me. It turned out to be a wild boar that ended up chasing us. We had to jump in the lake to get away.”
“Bullshit, there’s no boar on this island,” said a disbelieving Clay Wright.
“Sure there are. Isn’t that right, Miguel,” countered Rollie.
“Yes, that’s right, Rollie. There is rare breed called the Tentalese Boar. It is indigenous to this island and some surrounding areas.” Miguel did better than Rollie could have even hoped for. Miguel hated Wright, who insisted Miguel call him Senor Wright on the expeditions he had led. Rollie was good to Miguel and Miguel gave Rollie his loyalty in return.
“I still think you’re talking bollocks,” an unconvinced Wright said in response. He also noted that neither Rollie nor Jessica’s boots were wet despite having jumped in the lake.
“Well, I for one am very happy that you’re both safe,” interjected the senior Jennison. “Let’s get things wrapped up in camp and be on our way today.” The announcement was met with mixed emotions from the crew.
So far, there had been so sign of civilization, save for the skeletal remains of what appeared to be the victim of a crocodile attack. The initial excitement of the journey had begun to mix with boredom and the stress of the living conditions. It didn’t dampen Thomas Jennison’s spirit though. Every morning he awoke with the vigor of a schoolboy that had found school was closed due to snowfall. But, despite his best efforts, the day ahead proved to be fruitless again and the Jennison team returned to the campsite at sunset with nothing but emptiness.
As the team ate their dinner, Jessica sat next to Rollie and quietly spoke to him. “I don’t know how much longer the men are going to put up with these conditions and a lack of results.”
Rollie looked around to be sure no one was snooping before he answered. “They’re being paid a substantial amount to be here, and unless they want to forfeit that money, they’ll do as their told.”
“Perhaps, but when you have someone like Wright as part of your team, things can get ugly.”
“You leave Wright to me. He may have influence among some of the men, but all of these men have worked with your father before and they all respect him. I think their loyalty to your father will win out over anything Wright has to say.”
“I hope you’re right. Nice boar story…how did you think of that?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Rollie said with a straight face. Jessica smirked and elbowed Rollie in the side, evoking a laugh from the American.
Wright noticed the exchange between the two and muttered to no one in particular, “Aren’t those two getting cozy.”
After cleaning up dinner and playing cards, the crew bedded down for the night. However, Rollie had trouble sleeping for the first time on the trip. Now, he too was worried about Jessica’s safety. Eventually, sheer exhaustion took over and he passed out.
~~~
Day number eight of the expedition started as it usually did, but the trip would forever change from that moment on.
“Good morning my band of merry men” Jennison extolled, sounding very much like Robin Hood. “Another day that could be the day we reach our destiny.”
“You mean our legend?” Cole Raymond interrupted. “You’ve been telling us every day for the past week that this is the day, but nothing’s happened yet. We haven’t even had a sniff of anything.” Rollie may have been wrong about the men’s loyalty.
“Considering what I am paying you, I would keep my mouth shut if I were you. You knew what this trip was about and what the risks were. But, you shall not dampen my spirit or ruin my attitude. Now get to work.” It was then that Roland Hatcher noticed both Jessica and Clay Wright were missing from the camp.
“Thomas, have you seen your daughter?”
“She’s not in camp?”
“No. I know she likes her independence, but going off on your own here could be deadly.”
“Knowing my daughter she went to the Kalla Falls by herself this morning. That girl and her showers.” Roland couldn’t help but smirk at Jennison’s naiveté.
“That probably explains where Wright is too. Raymond, Taylor, come with me.”
“Rollie, be careful,” Jennison said, and added half seriously, “If Clay is messing around with my daughter, you have my permission to shoot him.”
“Noted! Let’s go guys.”
The beauty of Kalla Falls…the vegetation, exotic birds, and generally everything took ones breath away. Jessica took it all in and smiled as she lathered her body with the soap she had brought with her. Just like her Dad, there was no ruining Jessica’s sense of adventure or purpose. The cool water felt fabulous on her skin and soothed her aching knees and feet. She also thought back to her day there with Rollie and began to rub her clit while she soaped up her breasts. Little did she know that just a short distance away Clay Wright was watching her, perched on a rock that hung over the lake.
“Mmm, that’s it baby, soap up those big titties” Clay said as he roughly stroked his cock.
“Is this your idea of protecting Jennison’s daughter?” Rollie said, again interrupting Wright’s good time. Clay ignored his exposed member and reached for his rifle. Rollie moved quickly and stepped hard on Wright’s hand.
“Augh. You bastard. Why don’t you mind your own business and sod off?”
“This is my business. I suggest you zip up and go back to camp with Jarred and Cole. I’ll be sure Ms. Jennison gets back safely.”
“Why should I?”
“Because if you don’t I’ll tell Jennison exactly what you’re doing and he’ll feed you your balls for breakfast.” Wright grumbled to himself, gathered up his things, and skulked away but not before issuing a warning.
“You better watch your back and it’s not me who the old man has to worry about.”
The trio was quickly out of sight as Rollie sat down on the rock. Jessica was still bathing, which means she had heard nothing of the exchange between Rollie and Wright. Rollie suddenly realized he was unable to take his eyes off of Jessica. When he had originally met her she had acted like a petulant child, but in the days he had come to know her better he found that she was a highly intelligent woman. Her quest for knowledge was not something he was used to in the women he had dated and he liked it. Her beauty spoke for itself. And, of course their morning of sex was top of mind. If not for the time of day, he would have joined her in the falls.
He began to gaze over every inch of her body as if he were seeing her for the first time. Her long, water-dampened hair, her strong shoulders and toned arms, her firm breasts and buttocks, and her long, toned legs. Hatcher knew better than to lose his focus, but he was completely captivated by the sheer beauty he saw before him. He smiled, not the smile of a lecherous person, but that of someone admiring great beauty. It would be the last time he would smile for some time.
Rollie let his guard down. He never heard them approach. He never knew anyone was there until the rope slipped around his neck. It quickly tightened as Rollie attempted to get his fingers between the rope and his throat. He could feel his air supply begin to slip away as the rope tightened. In a moment’s notice his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he blacked out. Jessica Jennison never saw what happened. When Thomas Jennison and a crew of his men went to the falls an hour later, there was no sign of Roland Hatcher and the only thing found of Jessica Jennison was her clothing. Thomas Jennison immediately felt the pangs of regret for allowing his only child to accompany him on this dangerous journey.
“Good Lord…what have I done?” Jennison said as he looked skyward.
~~~
The haze began to fade from Roland Hatcher’s brain as the sun pierced through his half-closed eyelids. He swallowed and the pain he felt in his throat brought him back to consciousness. He struggled to open his eyes and as he did the film that covered his pupils began to evaporate. He squinted from the sunlight and instinctively went to shield his eyes with his hands. It was then that he realized he was restrained. Hatcher looked to each side and found two long, thick bamboo poles imbedded far into the ground. Rope was tied to each pole and extended out around his wrists. A quick check confirmed what he had already figured, his ankles were bound in the same manner. What he hadn’t counted on was that he was totally devoid of clothing. In addition to his head and throat aching, his skin felt like it was on fire from the mid-day sun. The more he tried to get loose, the more he could feel the pain surge in his wrists and ankles. Blood slowly trickled from his appendages as the rope rubbed against his skin. He figured that he must have been in this position for some time. A female voice got his attention.
“He is awake. Go get Ko-tonna.” Hatcher’s jaw dropped instantly as he turned his head and saw a muscular woman standing before him. She had long dirty blonde hair that was braided, intense blue eyes, and much to his amazement, stood taller than he did. A sparse amount of clothing covered her breasts and her private area. Her left ear held one ring that was made of a shiny blue metal that Hatcher had never seen before. In her hand was a spear that had to be almost six feet in length. A satchel on her back held a bow and a set of arrows. Hatcher didn’t know whether to think he was dead, dreaming, or in fact, incredibly, that this was all real. When he saw Jessica being escorted by two more women dressed similarly to the one standing guard over him, he knew this was no legend after all. Hatcher tried to call out to her, but his hoarse voice was barely audible.
“Don’t worry about your friend; she will be quite all right. I cannot say the same for you, however. You may go Maya. I wish to speak to the prisoner alone”.
“Yes, my queen,” Maya said, then bowed her head out of respect and left her position.
“Why are you here?” Standing before Rollie now was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. She was not as tall as Maya or himself, but her body was solid, curved, and her face was more beautiful than any supermodel he had seen. She looked to be in her early forties. A dozen or so thin gold chains were the only things that covered her breasts, and he could see her nipples poking through. However, what struck him the most was that she spoke to him in his native tongue.
“You speak English?” Rollie responded with a forced strain in his voice.
“I will ask the questions first. Why are you here?”
“We came here to find you. All of you. But, I don’t believe that any of us truly expected to find you.”
“You are wise in your perception, but trying to find us, as you put it, will be your ultimate mistake. You and the rest of your party”.
“We did not come here to harm any of you. We just wanted to see if all the stories and myths that we have read about over the years was true.”
“I do not know of these “stories” you talk about it, but we are very much real as you and whoever is with you will find out.”
Please don’t hurt Jessica.”
“You mean the girl with the hair of fire?”
“Yes, she is just an innocent girl looking for adventure.”
“We shall see about that, but as I told you earlier don’t worry about that. Soon she will be one of us. She’s being prepared right now for the ceremony.”
“And what about me? What is to become of me?” Ko-tonna moved closer as Rollie finished his question. She began rubbing her hands on his bare chest. She smiled as she felt his muscular pecs and abs.
“You shall serve your purpose and then you shall die.”
“What purpose would you be talking about?”
Ko-tonna ran her hand along Roland’s cock and said, “Yes, you will do nicely. You will see when the time comes. For now, enjoy the time that you are alive.”
~~~
Jessica Jennison had been enjoying the beauty of the day as she showered under the great waterfall. Just as Roland Hatcher had not heard his captors, Jessica did not hear hers either. She had begun to finish rinsing herself off when she felt the hand cover her mouth in an effort to keep her from screaming. Other hands had grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms behind her. A rope was quickly tied around her wrists effectively restraining her. Once restrained, a gag replaced the hand covering her mouth. The four statuesque women surrounding her never uttered a word, but the spears they carried spoke for themselves. They would not even allow her to put on her clothing. She was then blindfolded and lifted off the ground by two of the warriors. They did not allow her to see or feel her way into their hidden camp. When the restraints, gag, and blindfold were finally removed, she sat amidst dozens of the Zenobee. What was once a great adventure to Jessica, now felt like her worst nightmare. An elderly woman stepped forward with a small amount of clothing for Jessica.
“Here my child. Don’t be afraid, no harm will come to you. My name is Truth. What name do they call you?”
“Jessica.”
“Jess-sick-uh,” the old woman slowly said back. “That is an unusual name, but a pretty one, just as you are pretty.”
“Thank you,” Jessica responded somewhat tentatively. “So the legend is true?”
“Legend? What is legend?”
“It’s something that is believed to exist, but usually does not. Many people have thought that your tribe existed only in their own minds.”
“I think I understand. You put these on now.” Jessica quickly dressed in the minimal clothing that was provided for her. She felt self-conscious as it felt as though every eye in the room was staring at her. What was once an exciting fantasy in her mind now made her feel like a caged animal. The tribe was taken by the color of her skin, her hair, and the fact that she was as tall as many of them. They seemed friendly to her, but how friendly would they be when her father and the rest of the men came looking for? It was inevitable that they would. Just as Jessica had begun to feel as relaxed as she possibly could, Maya entered the room with two other guards.
“Red one, it is time for you to be prepared.”
“Prepared? What do you mean?” Jessica nervously responded.
“Prepared for your true calling.” Jessica tried to control her emotions as she felt the strains of anxiety rolling through her stomach and head. Maya’s guards each grabbed one of Jessica’s arms, helping her to her feet. They guided her out of the hut and into the sunlight. It was then that she saw Roland Hatcher’s plight for the first time. “Oh my Lord, this is my fault”, Jessica thought to herself. “If I hadn’t gone off on my own, we would have never have gotten into this mess.” Jessica tried to hold back her tears as it was quite clear that Rollie was in pain. She averted her eyes to keep from losing control as the guards whisked her off to a fate that remained unknown.
~~~
Thomas Jennison was fraught with worry. The depth of guilt that he felt for allowing his daughter, his only child, to accompany him on this journey, was unfathomable. He knew that he doted on Jessica too much, especially since his wife died. The two women were so much alike. In their appearance, their mannerisms, their sense of adventure, and now he was afraid, in their untimely death. Clay Wright and the other men had returned to camp, with Wright telling some story that he was guarding Jessica, but Hatcher had sent him off. Young Jarred had tried to speak up, but the look he got from Wright told him he had better keep from talking or Jessica Jennison’s disappearance would be the least of his worries.
Jennison didn’t buy into everything Wright was reporting to him. Though Wright could be counted on to carry his weight and get things done, Jennison never really trusted him. He wondered to himself that this may have been the wrong time to look the other way at Wright’s various indiscretions. And he had noticed the way Wright had looked at his daughter and he didn’t like it. Jennison made a decision right at that moment that if he got of this situation alive, it would be the last time Clay Wright worked for him. As for his daughter, he need not worry about her safety. The Zenobee tribe planned no harm for his daughter, but they planned on her never seeing him again either.
Jessica talked to many of the women in the tribe, and was amazed at their grasp of the English language. She never came across anything in her endless hours of research that would indicate this. Then again, no one had actual proof that they had interacted with the tribe. She had tried to help out Rollie, but whenever she broached the subject, whoever she was speaking to became terse and denounced his rights as a human being because he was male. She had thought of trying to escape, but the thought of deserting Rollie pushed those thoughts out of her mind. There were also the two armed guards outside the bamboo hut she was imprisoned in, that acted as very large deterrents.
Jessica’s thoughts were interrupted when two young women, in their early twenties by Jessica’s estimate, entered the hut. The other women quickly rose to their feet and scurried out leaving Jessica alone with the two strangers.
“Hello. My name is Ramina and this is Karra. Please don’t be afraid.”
“I wish it were that simple. Please tell me, how do you all speak English so well?
“There have been many that are foreign to this land that were either captured or became part of our tribe. We learned from them.”
“Became part of tribe?” Jessica replied, the fear evident in her voice.
“Yes, just as you will become one of our sisters.” A tight knot formed in Jessica’s stomach upon hearing Ramina’s reply. Her thoughts quickly went to Rollie.
“What about my friend? You’re going to kill him, aren’t you?”
“He is here to serve one purpose and one purpose only. Once he has completed his purpose, he will no longer be useful to us. Now it is time to prepare you.”
“Just what is it you are preparing me for?”
“To join us of course. It is the way it is to be”. Karra began to remove Jessica’s clothing, but immediately encountered resistance.
“Just what the hell do you think you are doing? I’m not joining your tribe and I’m not staying here”. The rise in Jessica’s voice alerted the guards who quickly entered the hut.
“Please, this is the way it is meant to be,” Ramina said in response to Jessica’s protests. Karra and Ramina helped ease Jessica back to the palm-leaf covered floor. Jessica put up little protest with the heavily armed guards flashing their menacing looks. Karra continued removing Jessica’s clothing until she lay naked on the floor of the hut. Her breasts heaved as her heart rate began to increase from the building anxiety she felt. Ramina brought over a clay pitcher and tipped it slowly towards Jessica’s stomach. Warm oil began to ooze over the top of the pitcher and slowly made its way down into Jessica’s navel. She twitched from the sensation she felt as the warm oil tickled her. Ramina began moving the pitcher up Jessica’s torso, leaving a trace of oil as she went.
She then poured it over Jessica’s breasts until they were covered. Making slow, circular motions with her hands, Karra began rubbing the oil into Jessica’s skin. Jessica tried to hold back the moan she felt rising up in her throat. She had massages before, but they never felt like this. To top it off, she had never been attracted to women, but suddenly she was feeling a stirring between her legs. There was something about the oil too. It was creating a warm, satisfying sensation throughout her body. She looked up and saw that her nipples were more erect and harder than they had ever been. Just then Karra moved between Jessica’s legs and began to rub some of the oil on Jessica’s outer lips. Jessica’s hips instantly rose up in response and she began to feel her body head towards an orgasm. “How could this be,” she said aloud. Despite trying to stop the feeling, Jessica soon arched her back and let out a loud groan. She could feel her juices drip down between her legs.
As Jessica tried to catch her breath and gain her focus, she noticed that her left nipple now wore a gold ring. She had never even felt the piercing that had taken place.
“What was that? What have you done?” Jessica could barely utter. Ramina put a finger to her lips to request that Jessica remain quiet. Jessica was so overwhelmed by the sensations she felt that she could barely move. Karra began applying some type of body paint, probably made from berries, to Jessica’s right breast. At the same time, Ramina moved between Jessica’s legs and plunged her tongue inside of Jessica’s already steaming opening. Her tongue expertly moved around, hitting all of Jessica’s hot spots. It was as if she knew Jessica’s most intimate secrets. Jessica’s hands reflexively move to her breasts. She began squeezing and tweaking her nipples. She could not remember a time when her juices flowed so freely. One orgasm followed after another. Each time Jessica’s back arched reflexively as the tremors rumbled through her body. Ramina’s energy seemed endless as her tongue and fingers continued to delve inside of Jessica’s body.
Karra alternated sucking each of Jessica’s nipples until they were nearly raw. Jessica reached one final body shaking orgasm as Ramina’s tongue drove deep inside her soaked pussy and Karra slid a finger inside Jessica’s ass. Jessica’s eyes closed after the last orgasm had finished and she drifted off to sleep.
When Jessica awoke, she was alone in the darkened hut. How many hours had passed? She heard commotion outside and moved to the window-like opening in the hut to see what was going on. The lights from the large bonfire outside illuminated her body, and reminded her of what had happened earlier. She looked down and saw the ring hanging from her left nipple and an ornate design painted on her right breast. A noise brought her attention back to the activity taking place outside. She saw Ramina and Karra moving towards Rollie with what looked like the same pitcher of oil they had brought to her. One of the guards entered the room carrying a white robe and ordered Jessica to put it on.
“It is time for the ceremony to begin. You will come with me now.”
“It doesn’t look like I have much of a choice.” Jessica quickly put the robe on and accompanied the guard out to the area where Rollie was being held captive. She was overcome with fear as she saw that he was covered in body paint. They were ornate designs, but each looked menacing. Jessica worried dearly for her friend’s life.
~~~
A searing fire burned through Rollie’s brain. He had lost track of what day it was. All he knew was discomfort and pain. He had woken up to find his body was covered with tattoos that smelled like tropical fruit. Nightfall had come and the tribe of women seemed to be agitated. Dozens of them stood in the vicinity of where Rollie was tied up. Many were dressed in what appeared to be some type of ceremonial garb. Rollie knew that he if did not escape soon, he would either die from dehydration or at the hands of the Zenobee. He had begun to look around in hopes of finding some means of escape if given the opportunity, but then two of the women approached him. One was carrying a pitcher. Rollie thought maybe they were bringing him a drink and he did his best to be courteous considering the situation.
“Please may I have drink?” Rollie asked. His voice was extremely hoarse from the heat and the strain of being held captive.
“Silence!” Ramina responded. “You will get nothing until you fulfill your purpose.”
“So they keep telling me. Just what is my purpose?”
“Silence! I told you not to speak”. Ramina nodded her head at someone behind Rollie and instantly Rollie felt a whip make contact with his back and buttocks. He cringed in pain.
“Stop please!” The tribe turned to look where the voice had come from. Jessica stood terrified in front of them. “Please he is a human just like you or me. He’s done nothing to hurt you”.
An angry voice responded. “He is not like us! He is a man and therefore he serves only one purpose.” It was the voice of Ko-tonna. “His sole purpose is to help us reproduce. He and the others who have come before him. To plant his seed and then to die.” It was a tie between who was more stunned at that moment, Rollie or Jessica. Before Jessica could interfere further, Maya grabbed hold of her arms and pulled them behind her. “Continue,” Ko-tonna said.
“Yes, my Queen” responded Ramina. She began to pour the oil on Rollie’s chest. Karra’s hands followed rubbing it in. Rollie’s torso, irritated from the sun, felt soothed by the oil as it penetrated his skin. A feeling of calm began to infiltrate his brain. Ramina poured oil into Karra’s cupped hands and she in turn began applying it to Rollie’s soft cock. In an instant, Rollie’s cock was as hard as if he had been fondled for hours.
“Oh God” Rollie cried out, his calm demeanor having been quickly erased. Again the whip silenced him. Karra continued applying the oil. Within seconds, Rollie’s cock bulged, growing larger than it ever had. Karra gave one final application of oil and began briskly stroking Rollie’s cock. At the same time, Ramina’s oiled hand rubbed his testicles. Rollie felt as if his whole body would explode. The sensations of pleasure made him forget his ordeal if just for a moment.
Another woman approached wearing a multi-colored robe and headdress. Jessica recognized it as the attire of a medicine woman. The woman never said a word, but removed her robe, and knelt down, her naked body a couple of feet away from Rollie. Suddenly a violent spasm shot through his body and semen began firing from the tip of his cock. Each blast of liquid arched through the air and landed on the medicine woman’s breasts and stomach. Rollie ejaculated for what seemed like a good two minutes before his body slumped. When he looked down his cock was still fully erect. Ramina and Karra spread Rollie’s cum all over the medicine woman’s body as she chanted in a range of high and low pitched tones. After a few minutes, the chanting stopped and the medicine woman walked away.
“He has been purified my Queen,” said Ramina.
“Very well then. Let the ceremony begin,” Ko-tonna commanded. A dozen of the tribe, those most decoratively dressed, began to dance in a large circle around Rollie. Rollie’s hands and wrists were untied from the poles, giving him short-lived relief. He was placed flat on his back, his hands and wrists re-tied to stakes that were imbedded in the ground. His erection, still thick and solid, twitched as it rested on his stomach. Rollie looked up and saw one of the Zenobee, dressed only in a thin, white robe approach him. She removed the robe, letting it slip to the ground. Her nude body was completely tanned and every muscle on her body was toned. She had large firm breasts and a flat, muscular stomach. Her left nipple was pierced with a gold ring and there was an ornate design on her right breast. She straddled Rollie’s cock and began chanting in a language that was totally foreign to him. When she finished chanting, the woman, known as Arista, inserted Rollie’s cock inside her opening and began riding him hard and fast. Arista shuddered as she began to climax, triggering an involuntary orgasm from Rollie as well. His semen exploded with great force from his cock and filled Arista. And just like that, it was over. Arista stood up, put her robe back on and walked away. Rollie’s cock remained as rigid as when the oil was first applied to it.
Another woman approached, then another, and another. One after another, members of the tribe fucked Rollie’s cock until his seed was inside them. Occasionally Ramina and Karra would apply more oil to Rollie’s cock and body. In addition to keeping him completely erect, the oil seemed to have some type of rejuvenating power. Just when it seemed like he was going to die from exhaustion, Rollie would regain much of his strength as well as his senses. On occasion, the ceremony was halted so that he would be given small amounts of water and food. After his latest short rest, the next woman in white came to him. A guard stood on each side. As Rollie looked up, he saw tears in the woman’s eyes. It was Jessica.
~~~
Thomas Jennison always thought of the legend of the mysterious lost tribe of Amazons with great fondness. Now he could barely comprehend that it may not be a legend. That all the tales he had heard may be all too true. Furthermore, it had appeared that they had taken his daughter captive. And, if the legend was true to form, he knew that the Zenobee would indoctrinate Jessica into the tribe. Now he felt pangs of guilt for not warning her that this could happen if she were to be captured by the tribe. Not that it would have stopped Jessica from going. Actually it probably would have made her pleas to go even more enthusiastic.
The search party was in its fifth day of looking for Rollie and Jessica. Thus far nothing had turned up besides clothing that Jessica had worn to Kalla Falls. There was no sign of a struggle, or the smallest clue as to their whereabouts. With each passing hour, Thomas became more and more distressed at the situation. He, Clay Wright, young Jarred Taylor, Cole Raymond, Miguel, Jack Winters, and Willie Robertson headed out for another search. Jennison prayed this search would not be as futile as their previous forays into the wild. The group decided to go deeper into uncharted territory on this particular day. It was a mistake. Suddenly the sound of something whistling through the air could be heard and the cries of two men followed. Jack Winters and Willie Robertson were dead, an arrow imbedded in each of their chests. Jarred Taylor panicked and ran off aimlessly.
“Jarred come back,” shouted Jennison.
“Bloody Hell,” said Clay Wright. “He’s got the right idea. Let’s get the hell out of here.”
“All right, all right, let’s go. Cole go after Jarred, and for God’s sake be careful.”
“Yessir,” said Raymond and an instant he was off and running towards the direction Jarred had sprinted. Jennison and Wright quickly dispersed from the area. Little did they know that if it were part of the plan, they would both dead now as well. Bows and arrows pointed at them as they ran off. After running for nearly a mile, Jennison had to pull up, his body no longer in the shape of that of a young man’s.
“Clay, wait” Jennison uttered between coughing and puffs of breath.
“Thomas, I’ve always been loyal to you, but this is crazy. I know she’s your daughter, but we need to get out of here before we all end up dead.” Wright had a point, but it did not sit well with Jennison.
“We are going nowhere till I get my daughter back,” Jennison replied, his face red with anger and exhaustion. “You signed on for this mission and you’ve already been paid quite handsomely in advance.”
“No amount of money is worth this. If we don’t find Jessica in the next two days, I’m out of here. I’d be willing to bet the others will leave as well.” With much exasperation, Jennison agreed to Clay’s demands.
“Very well. We give it two days. Not one minute less.”
“And not one minute more Thomas.” Feeling defeated, Thomas Jennison shook his head in agreement.
~~~
Jessica had watched the others go before her. Each repeating the same ritual, each chanting then using Rollie as nothing more than a tool. A dehumanizing act that she was forced to witness. It was now her turn. The guards removed her robe, leaving her standing nude before Rollie. She wore the ornate colors and the gold ring pierced her nipple. From the awkward moment Jessica first met Rollie back home she had wanted to sleep with him. Though she hid it throughout the days prior to the crew leaving for their journey, it was all just a front. Every day she felt a greater attraction for him. Each night when she lay in bed, she pleasured herself thinking of him. Then she finally did get to have him in a magical morning at the falls. But, this was not the way she wanted to be with him again. His dignity gone, his once powerful spirit nearly broken. It seemed like the oil was the only thing that was keeping him going.
“Fire-hair, complete your task” spoke Ko-tonna.
“No!” Rollie demanded. He had put up with more than most men could endure, but he was not about to see Jessica forced upon him. His heart had grown feelings for Jessica at the Jennison’s estate, and their time at the falls had solidified those feelings. He was angry with himself for letting his guard down and getting them into this predicament. Just as the two shared feelings for each other, they also shared feelings of blame.
The crack of the whip could be heard as it lashed out on Rollie’s chest. As he screamed, Jessica lunged at the guard, tackling her, knocking the whip loose in the process. Jessica had it in her hand in an instant and wrapped it tightly around the guard’s throat. Before she could do any damage, Maya and her henchwomen quickly pulled Jessica off of the guard, who lay on the ground, grasping for breath.