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Rancho Paloma Blanca
By Esteban Bacca
I had spotted them having lunch on the hotel terrace. She was a youngishblond mother with an even blonder teenaged daughter. I was on a hunt and theywere just what I was looking for. I overheard the waiter address her as SenoraBenson. All the rooms opened onto the pool area and when they left the table,my binoculars followed them as they made their way to room 112. I spent a furthertwo days discretely observing them until I was sure that they were indeed intheYucatan on vacation and, most importantly, were alone.
They were sitting at the same table when I finally made my approach. I woreaviator sunglasses and my tabbed tropical uniform shirt with the Mayan AirCharter logo prominent above the breast pocket. I sat at a table beside them.I am a good looking, well-mannered type and in short order had engaged theMother in casual conversation. She was Rebecca and her daughter's name wasErica and yes they were on vacation. No her husband was not with them. Shehad been widowed due to an auto accident, etc, etc.
I had set the alarm on my cell phone and when it went off I had a one sidedconversation by which they learned that two of my passengers for an over flightof the Mayan temple at Palenque were canceling out. I loudly explained thatbecause of the late notice there could be no refund and hung up. Senora Bensonvolunteered that they were looking forward to touring the ruins before theyleft. In my most offhand manner, I mentioned that since two empty seats forthe afternoon flight were already paid for they were welcome to fill them andtake the tour at no charge. The girl, who had seemed bored by our adult smalltalk suddenly came alive. Her enthusiasm for a plane ride soon wore down hermother's hesitation. I let them think there would be others passengers along.
I finessed the rest of the abduction smoothly and they had slipped intoblackness shortly after accepting doctored bottles of fruit juice from my cooler.I was humming quietly to my self as we crossed south out of Mexican air spaceinto Guatemala and headed for the rancho I had named Paloma Blanca.
I taxied the Cessna to a standstill in front of the Quonset hut I used fora hanger. A glance back at my passengers assured me that they were still completelyimmobilized. I bent them forward from the waist and threw a blanket over them.Carlos had heard the plane land and appeared as always to roll open the bigdouble doors. Together we rolled the plane inside. I dismissed Carlos, tellinghim I would inspect the rancho tomorrow. He pulled the doors closed and departedfor the compound where he and the other hired hands lived. Carlos was my foremanand a loyal servant. Even had he been aware of my activities he would haveunquestioningly served my wishes, but a slaver is secretive by nature. I madesure that even he had no idea that each time he rolled those doors closed behindthe Cessna that identities disappeared forever.
I unlocked the heavy door to the sound proofed area that made up the rearhalf of the hanger and then went to unload my cargo. I pulled the mother outof the plane first and shoulder carried her into her new home. Lowering herto the floor I locked lined cuffs with rings onto each of her wrists. Thesewere attached to an electric wench overhead and with a quiet whirring noiseshe was soon hoisted onto her tiptoes.
Then back out to fetch the slight figure of her daughter. Her I laid facedown on the padded examination table. Once her wrists and ankles were securedI pressed a floor petal and the hinged parts of table fanned out until herbody was widely spread-eagled. I gathered her long blond hair in a vise clampattached to a line, which was threaded through a suspended pulley. I pulledthe line until her head was up and hard back, exposing her lovely throat andthen tied it off to a cleat.
I strolled to the head end of the table for my first leisurely look at herface. I had to laugh out loud. Even with her mouth hanging open she was attractive.She would put Nabokov's Lolita to shame. Her features still had that unformedjuvenile quality but it was obvious that they would refine themselves intoa face of stunning beauty. I reached down and removed the small gold studsfrom her cute little ears and flipped them into the trashcan.
It was time to unwrap my first present. When the mother regained consciousnessthe first thing I wanted he to see was her young daughter's naked body, stretchedout, helpless and vulnerable. I removed the tennis shoes and bobby sox shewas wearing and dropped them into the trashcan too. Her feet were well caredfor. Dainty and high arched with small, delicious looking toes. Next I tooka heavy pair of scissors and snipped my way up the back of her white, cottonsweater and then down the back of each arm. I tugged it from under her andadded it to the trash. I cut loose a rather plain white bra and tossed it withthe rest. Her back was long and smooth. I ran a finger along the valley ofher spine. Leaning over her, I reached down under the table and found the tworound openings in the table. I groped up through these and searched out hernipples. Locking on each of them with a thumb and forefinger I tugged untilher apple sized breasts settled into the openings and hung free.
I was pleased to note that both mother and daughter were wearing matchingplaid, ankle length skirts. It was a touching little detail, indicative ofa close relationship. That should prove quite useful to me during their conditioning.My trusty scissors made short work of the daughter's half of the ensemble.Her long coltish legs were now revealed. I slowly stroked a hand over a well-muscledcalf and up the inside of a thigh. I cupped the warmth of her pantied crotchand then allowed my splayed hand to squeeze one of the cheeks of her firm,rounded rump. I moved around between her widely parted thighs and a coupleof snips at the sides of her panties completed my work. The remnants of thesealso were also discarded. The brownish pucker of her anus was exposed and Iprodded it, testing the elasticity of her sphincter. It was tight and tiny.Below, crinkly cunt lips were slightly parted with a hint of her slick, pinkcore showing. I curled a finger deeply up into her and twirled it. The hymenwas intact. A bonus I had hardly dared hope for. I brought a taste of thatmoisture up to my tongue. She was delicious and slightly salty. I trailed thetips of my fingers through her sparse bush, fluffing the silky blond curlsthere. Yes, I was thoroughly happy with the younger half of my catch. I gaveher tight little ass a satisfied slap and turned away.
I brought the rest of their belongings from the plane and went through them.All of it, purses, clothes, I.D.s, jewelry, along with the contents of my trashcanwould be burned tomorrow. Their old selves would cease to exist. Rebecca andErica had vanished without a trace. Having the godlike power to do this wasintoxicating. Almost as addicting as the astounding profit involved.
The mother's driver's license told me that she was 34 years old. A birthdaycard told me that her daughter had just turned sixteen. What cash they hadwent into my pocket, the traveler's cheques, camera and other traceable valuablesI trashed.
I gleaned what information I could from a few letters and post cards. I entertainedmyself perusing the immature musings contained in the girl's diary.
I boxed up the lot and set it aside for the incinerator. Out of curiosityI padded over to where the mother hung suspended. Her arms and shoulder jointswould be killing her when she came around. I wiped a thin rope of drool fromher chin and pushed it back between her slack lips. I reached up under thelong, plaid skirt and palmed her pussy through her panties. I felt the springinessof an abundant pelt covering her mound. Withdrawing my hand, I reached up underher sweater and weighed an ample breast. Her dark blond hair was made up ina French twist. I took a handful of it and lifted her head to study her face.She had a generous, full lipped mouth, high cheekbones and a nicely shapednose with delicate nostrils. A classic Scandinavian face. With my left handI peeled back an eyelid, a vacant pupil surrounded by a beautiful, Nordic-blueiris stared back at me until I let the long lashed lid slide back down. Usingboth hands I shifted my grip to her shell like ears and kissed her. My tongueplundered her unconscious mouth, savoring the taste of her saliva. I capturedher lower lip and bit it lightly then let her head drop forward again and walkedaway, licking my lips.
I slipped Mozart's Divertimento in D into the CD player and opened a bottleof Monte Xanic and settled into my deep, Italian leather recliner to sip andappreciate my new acquisitions while I waited for the drug to wear off.
(To be continued)
Copyright 2004 by Estaban Bacca
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