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CHAPTER 21: THE GUARANI
“I don’t understand. Why doesn’t someone’s army, police, or someone take care of this?”
I was reacting to the information Sam was providing us. By phone once we were secure at the harbor, Sam agreed to meet us at the house. He would be bringing an analyst to assist him. It had seemed all very mysterious at the time and, as far as I was concerned, it was only slightly less so after hearing the news he felt he needed to share.
It involved Sylvia and me in a very real way, even if indirectly. Sam provided us with a simplified overview. The Venezuelan government had been in a campaign to weaken and disrupt the massively powerful cartels. In some respects, they had become powerful to the extent of being the authority in the remote parts of the country. They seemed to freely distribute d**gs and sex slaves throughout the country and beyond with so much ease that the city authorities stubbornly doubted the central government’s ability for control. With such widespread and open challenges, the central government took action in multiple ways: investigation and elimination of corruption; detection of entry points across the borders; sources of sex slavery and distribution; and, finally, a plan for pushing back against them.
Although the planning and operations of the military units was showing positive results, it was the effect of one of them that had raised the concern of Agency, or at least Sam. The military massed an assault on a regional group in the south of Venezuela, successfully pushing them out of villages. They were no match for the assembled military and fled to the jungles to the south rather than standing and fighting. Sam suggested, and Adrian concurred, that it was probably believed that they would simply wait out the military, then return to retake control once the government would have to pull back out of the region. The cartels outside of major cities were little more than rebel groups who funneled product (d**gs and sex slaves) into the cities where the organization reaped the profits.
To answer my question, he had the analyst pull up information from his computer to show us. It was satellite images, which were pretty amazing to us. The images showed the progress of the military in the region.
Sam pointed out the location of the military and the retreating rebels. The analyst zoomed out to provide a regional view and inserted a dotted line across the screen. The military was at the dotted line, the rebels were moving further south into the jungle.
“The dotted line is the location of the border between Venezuela and Brazil. Your military cannot push any further south. In a matter of days, they will be ordered to retreat to a location to the north, just south of several of these villages, where they can be resupplied easier. How long they will stay is uncertain and that is precisely what the rebels will be counting on.”
I asked nobody in particular while studying the overhead image of the region, “Won’t Brazil come in?”
It was Adrian who responded, “No, they won’t. As far as anyone in the south is concern, this is just wilderness and the rebels will pose no significant danger that would warrant sending in troops.”
“But they’ll just repeat what they have been doing, nothing will be resolved.”
“True, but from Brazil’s point-of-view, whatever they do will be back in Venezuela.”
I shook my head, it seemed like insanity. The military pushes them across the border, then after a time they come back. But, a deep thought suddenly came to my mind: why was Sam bringing this to our attention. It was interesting, to be sure, but it wasn’t pertinent to us in any way. I challenged him on that. Adrian looked from me to Sam and backed up my question.
He had the analyst pull the view further back and moved the focus south-southwest. His finger traced along a river meandering through the jungle. Then he zoomed in further just south of the river until a trail was occasionally visible in s**ttered clearings and … villages!
I didn’t even look up, “The Guarani … How far apart are they?”
“That’s the reason for bringing this to your attention. I know what the Guarani mean to you Sylvia, and to you Annie. Right now, it is estimated that it would be 2 – 3 days of walking through the jungle.”
I looked back at Sylvia, who had come up closer to look at the screen. I looked at Sam. “You think they might make their way to the Guarani villages? It seems to be quite a way to fight through the jungle for no reason. We had a reason and it was miserable.”
He nodded at the memory of our own struggle through the jungle. “Adrian might be able to get better information from his contacts in the military, but what we have been able to put together is that the military is prepared to wait them out this time. If that is true, the rebels will need a better place to setup to wait and they will need good food sources and … well, knowing them, they will be looking for women and any resources they can to live. There is a village midway, but it is not large enough to support the roughly two dozen men. They may not find the Guarani in a couple days, but they will be sending men out to find any resources and support they can. Sooner or later, they will find them as long as the military stays just beyond the border.”
I looked up at him, then to Adrian, “And nobody is going to do something? Those people aren’t warriors. They hunt but they would be no match against guns with their crude bows and spears.”
“Any military force going in there would be violating Brazilian authority. Nobody will do that for a few primitive tribes.”
I looked at him, “What about …”
“No. Even Agency needs authorization, even covert operations have authorization.” He put his hand on my shoulder, then the other on Sylvia’s. “Maybe, I shouldn’t have said anything about this. After all, this is the twenty-first century and these remote, primitive tribes and cultures are existing against all odds. It is going to happen sooner or later.”
I hugged him, “No, I am glad you told us. You might be right that these people are going to dissolve into the bigger world, but we were hoping it wouldn’t be in our lifetime. Heck, I was kind of hoping, dreaming, that I might get another chance to visit them. Maybe not …”
Sam hugged Sylvia and shook Adrian’s hand, talking with him quietly as they left. Life can be wicked. From the highest highs to the deepest lows, just like that.
* * * * *
I was coming back onto the property from my run in the mountains in back. After getting both Wolf and Preta through the gate and locking it after us, I turned to jog to the house. We had just picked up the pace when I noticed Adrian standing at the edge of the patio. He saw us, too, because he started walking into the backyard. I wave to him as I continued in a jog.
“Hola. Everything okay?”
He smiled. The news about the rebels south of the border had both Sylvia and me on edge and he felt like he was sometimes walking on eggshells around us. It kept him thinking about the issue, though.
“Fine … Annie, can I talked to you out here away from the house? I’ve been thinking …”
I smiled at him. Talks away from the house were about something he was afraid Sylvia would be unhappy about. “Of course. I’ve been doing some thinking, too. But, you first.”
He went on to tell me about an idea that came to him while talking to some of his old buddies in the service. He proposed that a small assault group of former military guys might be possible. He was thinking that a small, well-armed group might be able to slip over the border and liberate the villages. He admitted that it would be dangerous and acquiring the firepower needed might be difficult, not to mention the men, but …
I put my hand up and he stopped. I gave him an intense hug and kiss. I took his hands in my and looked up into his dark eyes.
“Adrian, thank you. I appreciate the thought. Honestly, I really do. And, I know Sylvia would appreciate it, too, but I do understand why you are bringing this to me and not to her.” He gave a nervous laugh. “She’s only going to see the danger in any action. If nothing is done, the people or, at least their culture, will be destroyed. If a force goes down to defend them, there will still be blood and death and the people will be caught in the middle.” I smiled up at him. “I’ve already talked about some of this with her.”
He chuckled, “I should have known. What were you thinking?”
“That this is very complicated. If the villages are reclaimed from the rebels, some of the people survive, but …”
He held my shoulders, “But, what?”
“But … they will lose who they are, what they are. Don’t you see that the connection of these people to their ancient past is hanging by a thread today. The very fact that Sylvia and I were there shows how tenuous their cultural survival is. At least they still want nothing to with the outside world and have a deep distrust of outsiders and whites.”
He smiled, “Except for you, Celina.”
I smiled, the memories flooding me, like they still do so often. “Yes, well … that is part of the problem, isn’t it? To them, Celina is real, an important part of who and what they are. Imagine what happens to them when armies with unimaginable weapons fight among them, slaughtering and killing all that is between them. And those that survive, what are they then? What do they believe then as more men and aid and unimaginable things are brought into their midst in the name of helping them? I suppose Sam might be right that it is just a matter of time, but why does it have to be that way? Why can’t the innocents of the world remain innocent? These people have everything, Adrian. Everything they could imagine they could need. They are happy. They work together and work for the common good. Their way of life has kept the jungle abundant for their needs for generations and generations. They live very much as they have for all those generations. They are some of the very few remaining that are God’s innocents. Why? Why does this have to happen without a good solution?”
He took me in his arms. I hadn’t realized I was shouting out the last part. I only realized it when Sylvia came running out of the house to add her arms around me from the back.
* * * * *
Sylvia and Adrian were standing inside the double doors to the patio and pool area. Sylvia’s arm was around Adrian’s waist, squeezing him tightly. His arm around her shoulders. They were both watching out into the back of the property.
Sylvia asked the question she was constantly thinking, “How do you think she is doing?”
Adrian glanced down at her before returning his gaze out to the young, naked woman near a flower bed near the back of the property. The dog was getting ready to mount her as the big cat sat nearby. “I have no idea. There are times during the day when I think she is okay. Then, and it could be the next minute, there is a fire in her eyes that causes me to step back.”
“I don’t know what to do …”
“Sylvia, she doesn’t know what to do and she is the one that has to find it. She seems in control of herself. Then … well, you know our girl. She seems like a wild, fierce a****l that has been cornered. But, I am pretty sure something is going to break soon.”
“Why do you say that?”
“The way she goes back and forth. She is working something out … fighting with herself internally. Calm versus fierce … one will win.”
She looked up at him with admiration. “Very insightful. Where is this analysis coming from, my strong hunk?”
He blushed, “Not me, to be honest. I had a long call with Doctor Jenna Moore. That’s pretty much what her diagnosis was. In a sense, her civilized human and her reactionary b**st are fighting for the proper course of action.” He looked down at her, “I expected you to be the one to fret the most. Her reaction has been much stronger.”
“My in-laws, yes. You know they never accepted me. I never belonged. Even that last time with Annie, they didn’t trust me. It was Annie. Once they met her, they felt something. She just had to prove it and she didn’t even know what was happening.” She returned his looked. “I think at the end, they all believed she was Celina. I think there was a part of her that wanted to believe it, too. Even if she knew she wasn’t. It was something that was truly just from her, something that she did for others, maybe something that only she could.”
“That’s something else Dr. Moore said. She is still struggling with who, what she is. She desperately wants to find what she is supposed to be doing, what all this that has happened is for.”
* * * * *
Wolf and Preta had been very solicitous of me. The thought occurred to me that they could feel or sense something about me that was different. And, there was something about me that was troubled, conflicted. I felt there should be something that should be done for the Guarani people, but according to the experts there didn’t appear to be anything. That wasn’t the same conclusion emotionally coursing through my body, however.
I had tried talking about this frustration in a rational and reasoned way. I had tried a hard run with Wolf and Preta. I had tried yelling and letting my frustration out into the open. I had tried a hard workout, insisting Adrian to push me harder and harder until we moved to working with the batons and I released an angry flurry of aggressive blows requiring us to stop to attend to his bruises, thereby compounding my feelings of frustration with those of guilt.
My mind never seemed to stop, though. No matter what I tried in the hopes of consuming my mind, there was always that part still tied to the fate of the villages. It seemed almost irrational, at first. Sylvia, though, was the one who put her finger on it. The connection formed, the bond, with the People went deeper than the time together could explain. Celina became real, if not completely to me, certainly to them. I brought a living experience to their generational beliefs, a cultural bond between themselves and their ancestors. Their long commitment to a way of life was justified.
Now sex. Now, I am trying bestial sex for diversion or insight. That is, after all, the connection with the Guarani people. That is the strength behind they life and their obligation to the jungle life … the way of Celina.
I was on my hands and knees by one of the flower beds in the back of the property with Wolf and Preta. They were my constant companions, now. As if they had a primal sense of my need. Preta sat near my head as Wolf prepared me with licks to my ass and pussy, his tongue sliding deliciously over my clit, up and over my puckered hole. I didn’t want the preparation, though, I wanted his aggressive and forceful fucking, I wanted to have him on top of me, driving into me with a****l dominance. I craved it. I needed it.
When he jumped on top of me, I didn’t use my hand to assist him. I wanted to feel him on me in a way I rarely allowed. I wanted to be his bitch. This time, I wanted it to be a****listic, dominating. I didn’t want the caring, comforting, sharing coupling that I generally insist on as the alpha of our small group. This time, I wanted to be dominated, used, to succumb. The turmoil inside me was still be waged. If reason and rationality hasn’t moved me to conclusion, maybe succumbing to the b**st would. I tried the rationality of my human side; now, it was time to try the reactionality of my b**st side.
His hard, pointy cock poked around my ass just like he would with any bitch. It hurt after a few stabs and I was reminded why I used my hand to assist him, but it also served its purpose at this time. When his cock, almost unexpectedly, thrust into my pussy, I gasped at the suddenness. His front legs shifted slightly and his grasp became tight and controlling as he pulled himself forward and me back as he sank his cock deeper into my body. He made me feel exactly the way I wanted to feel. I wanted the b**st to come to the surface, to take over, to consume me and open me to whatever might be waiting for my mind to accept and focus on.
Preta was near my head and I knew it. He shuffled anxiously within my field of vision, but I ignored him. A bitch in heat being mated by one male wouldn’t spend any effort preparing the next male to mount her. This wasn’t our normal sexual session and I think it confused him. He was used to my mouth around his barbed cock while Wolf mated me, knowing his turn was approaching. This time was to be different; this time I was to be dominated by both a****ls. I was human; I was b**st. One needed to win out and now was the time; I needed to understand my course of action … maybe my destiny.
Wolf’s cock pounding into was intense, his knot banging at my opening demanding entrance was frightening. It was as if he was aware of the difference in my attitude and he was doing his part to comply. His assault in mating me was strangely erotic and consuming ... truly bestial in every sense. Since the news, I had few moments when the conflict within me about the Guarani wasn’t consuming me. As Wolf assaulted my pussy, it was the same. My body was being taken in the most primal of ways, but soon it became much more than my body. He was assaulting my soul, my inner being in a way I had never experienced or could have anticipated. My brain flashed images, feeling, and impressions like some form of subliminal messaging intent on influencing the reluctant; but, I wasn’t reluctant, at all. I was searching and seeking.
His knot plunged into my pussy with a force I never before experienced. His hind legs banged into my hips and thighs as he pulled back, stretching my opening before plowing back into me. It was the most brutal fuck I had endured from Wolf or ever again hope to. But, moment by moment my sense of myself and my desire crystalized.
When he came, spurting his cum into my pussy, I gasped at the sheer volume that he deposited into me as if the forcefulness of his mating with me caused a primal effect on him as well. I wasn’t sure I was going to orgasm under the assault. The times I had been used and gang ****d in my distant past were time of being used by men for their pleasure, not mine. I anticipated the same thing here, but it was different now. I was being used in a way we had never entertained before, but it brought with the primal attitude a primal eroticism that my body and primal mind reveled with. I not only climax, I orgasmed with a reciprocal intensity as Wolf’s.
I made up my mind I was going to enter mating with Preta in the same way. How he knew or understood, I had no idea. While still tied to Wolf who had turned to be ass-to-ass with me, Preta approached me. He walked over my head and mounted me backwards, his erect cock bumping into my forehead. I turned my head up and to the side, opening my mouth to take his cock inside. On the first feel of my lips on his cock, he thrust, driving his cock deep into my mouth to the entrance of my throat. I was being face-fucked by a barbed cock while tied to a knot in my pussy. The barbs hitting my throat was uncomfortable, but I was already compliant to Preta for the same experience I had with Wolf. But, if that was uncomfortable, I was in for a very new experience from Preta’s domination.
Wolf pulled at our tie as if his intent was to rip his knot from me. There was a moment when I thought ripping was a very real possibility, but I stayed in position, accepting the abuse at my pussy and the face-fucking. When Wolf pulled his knot and cock from me, Preta delivered a couple more powerful thrusts into my throat, then abruptly pulled his barbed cock out. He walked around me, issuing a growled warning for me not to move and I didn’t, not a muscle. I was transitioning from being treated as a bitch to being a molly.
He sniffed and licked my ass and I stayed exactly as I was as he continued to send me low growls. He leaped to my back and his cock began probing my ass. When he sank into me, I gasped and sighed. YES! Filled, again. I arched my back into him and was shocked as a low growl escaped my own throat. But, then his fucking caused his cock to pull from my overly lubricated pussy. He probed, again, and my hand flinched to go to aid him, but I resisted. I wanted this mating to be the same as with Wolf, primal and controlling. I hoped this would complete the experience I was seeking.
When his barbed cock head found my hole, again, it was the wrong hole. His cock was pressed to my asshole, but the resistance to entering me didn’t seem to concern him. He pressed harder, then harder. Slowly, I felt my sphincter open as he pressed his cum covered cock head at the wrong hole. I moaned and gasped but resisted stopping his penetration. Whether he understood what he was doing or not, he was taking his molly, he was controlling the situation. I bore down and pushed back against him, arching my back and rotating my pelvis, turning my pelvis one way, then the other to assist him in entering me if that was his desire. Intentional or not, it most definitely was now his desire and I worked with him.
I cried out, gasped, shouted, screamed, and moaned as the shock and pain of the initial penetration slowly gave way to a higher feeling of primal acceptance. The barbed head drove deeper and deeper into me with each new thrust until I felt Preta’s hind legs against my ass and thighs. Each time he pulled back it felt like I was being ripped inside and each time he drove his cock back into me I groaned, moaned, and gasped as the a****listic eroticism drove me higher and higher. My orgasm swept over me with my ass clamping down over the entire length of the cock inside me, which merely increased the strange sensation of pain and stimulation. When my orgasm allowed further consideration of what was happening, what I was feeling, my asshole was already flooded with cum.
I collapsed to the neatly cut lawn, pulling my body from the barbed cock. My body was still reacting involuntarily to the experience and I curled into a fetal position to hold myself as completely as I could manage. I felt the wide, wet tongue of Wolf and the raspy tongue of Preta on my body, a smile coming to my face. These were solicitous licks seeking my acceptance and response. Whatever had just happened, my boys were again my boys and they were seeking reassurance. I rolled to my back and sat up, taking both of their heads into hugs, kissing and murmuring to both of them. With their big heads in my arms, their tongues still seeking skin to lick, which there was plenty of, I knew then and there what I was going to do. What I needed to do.
I rolled to my knee and stood up, cum running out of both my pussy and asshole. I spread my legs and bent over to examine the obscene sight before scratching both behind the ears. I turned and walked deliberately to the house, one a****l on each side, as if they had been trained to heel.
Coming from the house was both Sylvia and Adrian. So … I had an audience, again. Did that look as different as it felt?
I strode up to them, stopping four feet in front of them, and I saw Sylvia take Adrian’s hand tightly in her as she read the look on my face and the hold of my naked body. She knew then, even if she couldn’t have expressed it.
I looked from one the other, “I know what is going to happen.”
Adrian found his voice and there was tension in it. “About the Guarani …”
I nodded, “They deserve a champion to fight for them. I need to talk to Agency.” I started walking past them. Sylvia took my arm.
“You think Agency will send a team? Sam said they couldn’t without authorization.”
“No, not a team from Agency. But, I think I can get him to sneak me to a location I know south of the villages.”
Adrian put his hand on my shoulder. “You can’t do this on your own, Annie.”
I smiled at the two of them, “Annie isn’t going. Celina is. It has to be Celina and her a****ls. Their culture has to be their champion … otherwise, they lose their culture.”
Sylvia stepped in front of me, putting both hands on my shoulders, and looked at my entire body from head to toe, but it wasn’t sexual, it was assessing. “Is there any way to talk you out of this?” I shook my head. She sighed and hung her head for a moment before looking up at Adrian, then back to me. She smiled and hugged me, “Then, we better get to work.”
Adrian stepped forward and enveloped us both. I sighed into the group hug and found myself smiling and my heart soaring.
* * * CHAPTER 22: CELINA RETURNS will follow * * * Thanks for reading
“I don’t understand. Why doesn’t someone’s army, police, or someone take care of this?”
I was reacting to the information Sam was providing us. By phone once we were secure at the harbor, Sam agreed to meet us at the house. He would be bringing an analyst to assist him. It had seemed all very mysterious at the time and, as far as I was concerned, it was only slightly less so after hearing the news he felt he needed to share.
It involved Sylvia and me in a very real way, even if indirectly. Sam provided us with a simplified overview. The Venezuelan government had been in a campaign to weaken and disrupt the massively powerful cartels. In some respects, they had become powerful to the extent of being the authority in the remote parts of the country. They seemed to freely distribute d**gs and sex slaves throughout the country and beyond with so much ease that the city authorities stubbornly doubted the central government’s ability for control. With such widespread and open challenges, the central government took action in multiple ways: investigation and elimination of corruption; detection of entry points across the borders; sources of sex slavery and distribution; and, finally, a plan for pushing back against them.
Although the planning and operations of the military units was showing positive results, it was the effect of one of them that had raised the concern of Agency, or at least Sam. The military massed an assault on a regional group in the south of Venezuela, successfully pushing them out of villages. They were no match for the assembled military and fled to the jungles to the south rather than standing and fighting. Sam suggested, and Adrian concurred, that it was probably believed that they would simply wait out the military, then return to retake control once the government would have to pull back out of the region. The cartels outside of major cities were little more than rebel groups who funneled product (d**gs and sex slaves) into the cities where the organization reaped the profits.
To answer my question, he had the analyst pull up information from his computer to show us. It was satellite images, which were pretty amazing to us. The images showed the progress of the military in the region.
Sam pointed out the location of the military and the retreating rebels. The analyst zoomed out to provide a regional view and inserted a dotted line across the screen. The military was at the dotted line, the rebels were moving further south into the jungle.
“The dotted line is the location of the border between Venezuela and Brazil. Your military cannot push any further south. In a matter of days, they will be ordered to retreat to a location to the north, just south of several of these villages, where they can be resupplied easier. How long they will stay is uncertain and that is precisely what the rebels will be counting on.”
I asked nobody in particular while studying the overhead image of the region, “Won’t Brazil come in?”
It was Adrian who responded, “No, they won’t. As far as anyone in the south is concern, this is just wilderness and the rebels will pose no significant danger that would warrant sending in troops.”
“But they’ll just repeat what they have been doing, nothing will be resolved.”
“True, but from Brazil’s point-of-view, whatever they do will be back in Venezuela.”
I shook my head, it seemed like insanity. The military pushes them across the border, then after a time they come back. But, a deep thought suddenly came to my mind: why was Sam bringing this to our attention. It was interesting, to be sure, but it wasn’t pertinent to us in any way. I challenged him on that. Adrian looked from me to Sam and backed up my question.
He had the analyst pull the view further back and moved the focus south-southwest. His finger traced along a river meandering through the jungle. Then he zoomed in further just south of the river until a trail was occasionally visible in s**ttered clearings and … villages!
I didn’t even look up, “The Guarani … How far apart are they?”
“That’s the reason for bringing this to your attention. I know what the Guarani mean to you Sylvia, and to you Annie. Right now, it is estimated that it would be 2 – 3 days of walking through the jungle.”
I looked back at Sylvia, who had come up closer to look at the screen. I looked at Sam. “You think they might make their way to the Guarani villages? It seems to be quite a way to fight through the jungle for no reason. We had a reason and it was miserable.”
He nodded at the memory of our own struggle through the jungle. “Adrian might be able to get better information from his contacts in the military, but what we have been able to put together is that the military is prepared to wait them out this time. If that is true, the rebels will need a better place to setup to wait and they will need good food sources and … well, knowing them, they will be looking for women and any resources they can to live. There is a village midway, but it is not large enough to support the roughly two dozen men. They may not find the Guarani in a couple days, but they will be sending men out to find any resources and support they can. Sooner or later, they will find them as long as the military stays just beyond the border.”
I looked up at him, then to Adrian, “And nobody is going to do something? Those people aren’t warriors. They hunt but they would be no match against guns with their crude bows and spears.”
“Any military force going in there would be violating Brazilian authority. Nobody will do that for a few primitive tribes.”
I looked at him, “What about …”
“No. Even Agency needs authorization, even covert operations have authorization.” He put his hand on my shoulder, then the other on Sylvia’s. “Maybe, I shouldn’t have said anything about this. After all, this is the twenty-first century and these remote, primitive tribes and cultures are existing against all odds. It is going to happen sooner or later.”
I hugged him, “No, I am glad you told us. You might be right that these people are going to dissolve into the bigger world, but we were hoping it wouldn’t be in our lifetime. Heck, I was kind of hoping, dreaming, that I might get another chance to visit them. Maybe not …”
Sam hugged Sylvia and shook Adrian’s hand, talking with him quietly as they left. Life can be wicked. From the highest highs to the deepest lows, just like that.
* * * * *
I was coming back onto the property from my run in the mountains in back. After getting both Wolf and Preta through the gate and locking it after us, I turned to jog to the house. We had just picked up the pace when I noticed Adrian standing at the edge of the patio. He saw us, too, because he started walking into the backyard. I wave to him as I continued in a jog.
“Hola. Everything okay?”
He smiled. The news about the rebels south of the border had both Sylvia and me on edge and he felt like he was sometimes walking on eggshells around us. It kept him thinking about the issue, though.
“Fine … Annie, can I talked to you out here away from the house? I’ve been thinking …”
I smiled at him. Talks away from the house were about something he was afraid Sylvia would be unhappy about. “Of course. I’ve been doing some thinking, too. But, you first.”
He went on to tell me about an idea that came to him while talking to some of his old buddies in the service. He proposed that a small assault group of former military guys might be possible. He was thinking that a small, well-armed group might be able to slip over the border and liberate the villages. He admitted that it would be dangerous and acquiring the firepower needed might be difficult, not to mention the men, but …
I put my hand up and he stopped. I gave him an intense hug and kiss. I took his hands in my and looked up into his dark eyes.
“Adrian, thank you. I appreciate the thought. Honestly, I really do. And, I know Sylvia would appreciate it, too, but I do understand why you are bringing this to me and not to her.” He gave a nervous laugh. “She’s only going to see the danger in any action. If nothing is done, the people or, at least their culture, will be destroyed. If a force goes down to defend them, there will still be blood and death and the people will be caught in the middle.” I smiled up at him. “I’ve already talked about some of this with her.”
He chuckled, “I should have known. What were you thinking?”
“That this is very complicated. If the villages are reclaimed from the rebels, some of the people survive, but …”
He held my shoulders, “But, what?”
“But … they will lose who they are, what they are. Don’t you see that the connection of these people to their ancient past is hanging by a thread today. The very fact that Sylvia and I were there shows how tenuous their cultural survival is. At least they still want nothing to with the outside world and have a deep distrust of outsiders and whites.”
He smiled, “Except for you, Celina.”
I smiled, the memories flooding me, like they still do so often. “Yes, well … that is part of the problem, isn’t it? To them, Celina is real, an important part of who and what they are. Imagine what happens to them when armies with unimaginable weapons fight among them, slaughtering and killing all that is between them. And those that survive, what are they then? What do they believe then as more men and aid and unimaginable things are brought into their midst in the name of helping them? I suppose Sam might be right that it is just a matter of time, but why does it have to be that way? Why can’t the innocents of the world remain innocent? These people have everything, Adrian. Everything they could imagine they could need. They are happy. They work together and work for the common good. Their way of life has kept the jungle abundant for their needs for generations and generations. They live very much as they have for all those generations. They are some of the very few remaining that are God’s innocents. Why? Why does this have to happen without a good solution?”
He took me in his arms. I hadn’t realized I was shouting out the last part. I only realized it when Sylvia came running out of the house to add her arms around me from the back.
* * * * *
Sylvia and Adrian were standing inside the double doors to the patio and pool area. Sylvia’s arm was around Adrian’s waist, squeezing him tightly. His arm around her shoulders. They were both watching out into the back of the property.
Sylvia asked the question she was constantly thinking, “How do you think she is doing?”
Adrian glanced down at her before returning his gaze out to the young, naked woman near a flower bed near the back of the property. The dog was getting ready to mount her as the big cat sat nearby. “I have no idea. There are times during the day when I think she is okay. Then, and it could be the next minute, there is a fire in her eyes that causes me to step back.”
“I don’t know what to do …”
“Sylvia, she doesn’t know what to do and she is the one that has to find it. She seems in control of herself. Then … well, you know our girl. She seems like a wild, fierce a****l that has been cornered. But, I am pretty sure something is going to break soon.”
“Why do you say that?”
“The way she goes back and forth. She is working something out … fighting with herself internally. Calm versus fierce … one will win.”
She looked up at him with admiration. “Very insightful. Where is this analysis coming from, my strong hunk?”
He blushed, “Not me, to be honest. I had a long call with Doctor Jenna Moore. That’s pretty much what her diagnosis was. In a sense, her civilized human and her reactionary b**st are fighting for the proper course of action.” He looked down at her, “I expected you to be the one to fret the most. Her reaction has been much stronger.”
“My in-laws, yes. You know they never accepted me. I never belonged. Even that last time with Annie, they didn’t trust me. It was Annie. Once they met her, they felt something. She just had to prove it and she didn’t even know what was happening.” She returned his looked. “I think at the end, they all believed she was Celina. I think there was a part of her that wanted to believe it, too. Even if she knew she wasn’t. It was something that was truly just from her, something that she did for others, maybe something that only she could.”
“That’s something else Dr. Moore said. She is still struggling with who, what she is. She desperately wants to find what she is supposed to be doing, what all this that has happened is for.”
* * * * *
Wolf and Preta had been very solicitous of me. The thought occurred to me that they could feel or sense something about me that was different. And, there was something about me that was troubled, conflicted. I felt there should be something that should be done for the Guarani people, but according to the experts there didn’t appear to be anything. That wasn’t the same conclusion emotionally coursing through my body, however.
I had tried talking about this frustration in a rational and reasoned way. I had tried a hard run with Wolf and Preta. I had tried yelling and letting my frustration out into the open. I had tried a hard workout, insisting Adrian to push me harder and harder until we moved to working with the batons and I released an angry flurry of aggressive blows requiring us to stop to attend to his bruises, thereby compounding my feelings of frustration with those of guilt.
My mind never seemed to stop, though. No matter what I tried in the hopes of consuming my mind, there was always that part still tied to the fate of the villages. It seemed almost irrational, at first. Sylvia, though, was the one who put her finger on it. The connection formed, the bond, with the People went deeper than the time together could explain. Celina became real, if not completely to me, certainly to them. I brought a living experience to their generational beliefs, a cultural bond between themselves and their ancestors. Their long commitment to a way of life was justified.
Now sex. Now, I am trying bestial sex for diversion or insight. That is, after all, the connection with the Guarani people. That is the strength behind they life and their obligation to the jungle life … the way of Celina.
I was on my hands and knees by one of the flower beds in the back of the property with Wolf and Preta. They were my constant companions, now. As if they had a primal sense of my need. Preta sat near my head as Wolf prepared me with licks to my ass and pussy, his tongue sliding deliciously over my clit, up and over my puckered hole. I didn’t want the preparation, though, I wanted his aggressive and forceful fucking, I wanted to have him on top of me, driving into me with a****l dominance. I craved it. I needed it.
When he jumped on top of me, I didn’t use my hand to assist him. I wanted to feel him on me in a way I rarely allowed. I wanted to be his bitch. This time, I wanted it to be a****listic, dominating. I didn’t want the caring, comforting, sharing coupling that I generally insist on as the alpha of our small group. This time, I wanted to be dominated, used, to succumb. The turmoil inside me was still be waged. If reason and rationality hasn’t moved me to conclusion, maybe succumbing to the b**st would. I tried the rationality of my human side; now, it was time to try the reactionality of my b**st side.
His hard, pointy cock poked around my ass just like he would with any bitch. It hurt after a few stabs and I was reminded why I used my hand to assist him, but it also served its purpose at this time. When his cock, almost unexpectedly, thrust into my pussy, I gasped at the suddenness. His front legs shifted slightly and his grasp became tight and controlling as he pulled himself forward and me back as he sank his cock deeper into my body. He made me feel exactly the way I wanted to feel. I wanted the b**st to come to the surface, to take over, to consume me and open me to whatever might be waiting for my mind to accept and focus on.
Preta was near my head and I knew it. He shuffled anxiously within my field of vision, but I ignored him. A bitch in heat being mated by one male wouldn’t spend any effort preparing the next male to mount her. This wasn’t our normal sexual session and I think it confused him. He was used to my mouth around his barbed cock while Wolf mated me, knowing his turn was approaching. This time was to be different; this time I was to be dominated by both a****ls. I was human; I was b**st. One needed to win out and now was the time; I needed to understand my course of action … maybe my destiny.
Wolf’s cock pounding into was intense, his knot banging at my opening demanding entrance was frightening. It was as if he was aware of the difference in my attitude and he was doing his part to comply. His assault in mating me was strangely erotic and consuming ... truly bestial in every sense. Since the news, I had few moments when the conflict within me about the Guarani wasn’t consuming me. As Wolf assaulted my pussy, it was the same. My body was being taken in the most primal of ways, but soon it became much more than my body. He was assaulting my soul, my inner being in a way I had never experienced or could have anticipated. My brain flashed images, feeling, and impressions like some form of subliminal messaging intent on influencing the reluctant; but, I wasn’t reluctant, at all. I was searching and seeking.
His knot plunged into my pussy with a force I never before experienced. His hind legs banged into my hips and thighs as he pulled back, stretching my opening before plowing back into me. It was the most brutal fuck I had endured from Wolf or ever again hope to. But, moment by moment my sense of myself and my desire crystalized.
When he came, spurting his cum into my pussy, I gasped at the sheer volume that he deposited into me as if the forcefulness of his mating with me caused a primal effect on him as well. I wasn’t sure I was going to orgasm under the assault. The times I had been used and gang ****d in my distant past were time of being used by men for their pleasure, not mine. I anticipated the same thing here, but it was different now. I was being used in a way we had never entertained before, but it brought with the primal attitude a primal eroticism that my body and primal mind reveled with. I not only climax, I orgasmed with a reciprocal intensity as Wolf’s.
I made up my mind I was going to enter mating with Preta in the same way. How he knew or understood, I had no idea. While still tied to Wolf who had turned to be ass-to-ass with me, Preta approached me. He walked over my head and mounted me backwards, his erect cock bumping into my forehead. I turned my head up and to the side, opening my mouth to take his cock inside. On the first feel of my lips on his cock, he thrust, driving his cock deep into my mouth to the entrance of my throat. I was being face-fucked by a barbed cock while tied to a knot in my pussy. The barbs hitting my throat was uncomfortable, but I was already compliant to Preta for the same experience I had with Wolf. But, if that was uncomfortable, I was in for a very new experience from Preta’s domination.
Wolf pulled at our tie as if his intent was to rip his knot from me. There was a moment when I thought ripping was a very real possibility, but I stayed in position, accepting the abuse at my pussy and the face-fucking. When Wolf pulled his knot and cock from me, Preta delivered a couple more powerful thrusts into my throat, then abruptly pulled his barbed cock out. He walked around me, issuing a growled warning for me not to move and I didn’t, not a muscle. I was transitioning from being treated as a bitch to being a molly.
He sniffed and licked my ass and I stayed exactly as I was as he continued to send me low growls. He leaped to my back and his cock began probing my ass. When he sank into me, I gasped and sighed. YES! Filled, again. I arched my back into him and was shocked as a low growl escaped my own throat. But, then his fucking caused his cock to pull from my overly lubricated pussy. He probed, again, and my hand flinched to go to aid him, but I resisted. I wanted this mating to be the same as with Wolf, primal and controlling. I hoped this would complete the experience I was seeking.
When his barbed cock head found my hole, again, it was the wrong hole. His cock was pressed to my asshole, but the resistance to entering me didn’t seem to concern him. He pressed harder, then harder. Slowly, I felt my sphincter open as he pressed his cum covered cock head at the wrong hole. I moaned and gasped but resisted stopping his penetration. Whether he understood what he was doing or not, he was taking his molly, he was controlling the situation. I bore down and pushed back against him, arching my back and rotating my pelvis, turning my pelvis one way, then the other to assist him in entering me if that was his desire. Intentional or not, it most definitely was now his desire and I worked with him.
I cried out, gasped, shouted, screamed, and moaned as the shock and pain of the initial penetration slowly gave way to a higher feeling of primal acceptance. The barbed head drove deeper and deeper into me with each new thrust until I felt Preta’s hind legs against my ass and thighs. Each time he pulled back it felt like I was being ripped inside and each time he drove his cock back into me I groaned, moaned, and gasped as the a****listic eroticism drove me higher and higher. My orgasm swept over me with my ass clamping down over the entire length of the cock inside me, which merely increased the strange sensation of pain and stimulation. When my orgasm allowed further consideration of what was happening, what I was feeling, my asshole was already flooded with cum.
I collapsed to the neatly cut lawn, pulling my body from the barbed cock. My body was still reacting involuntarily to the experience and I curled into a fetal position to hold myself as completely as I could manage. I felt the wide, wet tongue of Wolf and the raspy tongue of Preta on my body, a smile coming to my face. These were solicitous licks seeking my acceptance and response. Whatever had just happened, my boys were again my boys and they were seeking reassurance. I rolled to my back and sat up, taking both of their heads into hugs, kissing and murmuring to both of them. With their big heads in my arms, their tongues still seeking skin to lick, which there was plenty of, I knew then and there what I was going to do. What I needed to do.
I rolled to my knee and stood up, cum running out of both my pussy and asshole. I spread my legs and bent over to examine the obscene sight before scratching both behind the ears. I turned and walked deliberately to the house, one a****l on each side, as if they had been trained to heel.
Coming from the house was both Sylvia and Adrian. So … I had an audience, again. Did that look as different as it felt?
I strode up to them, stopping four feet in front of them, and I saw Sylvia take Adrian’s hand tightly in her as she read the look on my face and the hold of my naked body. She knew then, even if she couldn’t have expressed it.
I looked from one the other, “I know what is going to happen.”
Adrian found his voice and there was tension in it. “About the Guarani …”
I nodded, “They deserve a champion to fight for them. I need to talk to Agency.” I started walking past them. Sylvia took my arm.
“You think Agency will send a team? Sam said they couldn’t without authorization.”
“No, not a team from Agency. But, I think I can get him to sneak me to a location I know south of the villages.”
Adrian put his hand on my shoulder. “You can’t do this on your own, Annie.”
I smiled at the two of them, “Annie isn’t going. Celina is. It has to be Celina and her a****ls. Their culture has to be their champion … otherwise, they lose their culture.”
Sylvia stepped in front of me, putting both hands on my shoulders, and looked at my entire body from head to toe, but it wasn’t sexual, it was assessing. “Is there any way to talk you out of this?” I shook my head. She sighed and hung her head for a moment before looking up at Adrian, then back to me. She smiled and hugged me, “Then, we better get to work.”
Adrian stepped forward and enveloped us both. I sighed into the group hug and found myself smiling and my heart soaring.
* * * CHAPTER 22: CELINA RETURNS will follow * * * Thanks for reading
Libbie
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