5 comments/ 13586 views/ 11 favorites Boston Bitch By: wallcleaver ***** "What did you say? I can't understand you. Stop! Where are you going?" I heard the young lady yelling as two men were walking away from her laughing. "He said you have nice tits and he would like to fuck them if he had more time." I answered without thinking. "What??" She said turning to me, a look of total shock and surprise on her face. "I'm sorry miss, perhaps I shouldn't have translated so literally." I said with a brief apology. "I should say not. That's not really what they were saying is it?" She demanded of me. "Yes, that's exactly what the one said. I didn't catch what the other said but probably wasn't very different from the first." I let her know. I took a second to check her out, she was totally out of place here. I was in a small town in western Bolivia doing some research for a special assignment I had. This woman was young, maybe mid 20s and very fair skinned. She had long straight blonde hair, almost white. Her hair was so light in fact that her eyebrows and eyelashes were almost invisible as they blended into her fair skin. Her appearance screamed tourist even though this is not an area where tourists would normally come. She had the J. Crew wardrobe with a khaki blouse and matching shorts. She was wearing the Birkenstocks on her feet and the term privileged little rich bitch came into my mind. I could almost say with certainty what block in 'Baahstun' where she grew up or what part of Cape Cod her family's vacation home was located. I don't know why she was here but I could imagine. "You don't belong here miss, I'm not sure why you are, but you should probably go back where you came from." I said, warning her about the dangers she would face without explaining them in any detail. "I can go wherever I want! You can't tell me to leave and neither can anybody else!" She almost shouted, that attitude of privilege totally apparent. "No, I can't tell you. What I can do is warn you. This part of the country is not intended for tourists. There are a lot of dangers you don't have a clue about and I don't want to see anything happen to you." "I'm not afraid of danger. I traveled by myself all over Europe and even to Japan and nothing bad has happened to me." She informed me with the same vehemence she had showed a minute earlier. "This isn't Europe nor is it Japan. People here do not like strangers, especially strangers who ask questions. You are out of place here and you are only going to draw attention to yourself which will make things worse for you." "What do you mean I will draw attention to myself?" She demanded. I rolled my eyes and took a deep breath before continuing. "Just look at the way you are dressed. Have you seen anyone else wearing anything close to your attire? Your blonde hair and fair skin make you totally different from any of the locals. You've already seen what happens when you approach the men. If you go on you will find yourself stared at, spoken to abusively, groped and possibly even raped. And that's just the men. The women hate you even more. You are an American and you are an attractive woman so you are a threat to them. They know their men are looking at you, thinking things and wanting to do things with you. They hate you for what you are, they will curse you and spit on you and possibly even stab you. Do you understand any of this?" "I don't believe you." She insisted. "Suit yourself miss, but don't say I didn't warn you." She glared at me as I started to leave, but I thought I needed to add some more for her. "There are a lot of bad people in this part of the country. A lot of the drug cartel leaders have their homes here. They also have a lot of their people around them to protect them and help them maintain their anonymity. As I said, they don't like people asking questions. There are also a lot of other people who demand anonymity, they have the means to buy it and most of those means were secured under very suspect circumstances. The police in this part of the country do their best to protect these people, they know the economy is dependent upon their money." "I'm not asking any questions about anybody, all I want to know is how to get to Tiwanaku so I can see the ruins." She said simply. "It doesn't matter what questions you ask, you can tell them anything you want but they are only going to assume the worst and you will suffer because of that." "I appreciate that you think you're trying to help me, but I'm not afraid. I came here to see the ruins and that's what I intend to do. And why are you here? You're American, aren't you just as out of place as I am?" She asked. "I'm Canadian." I answered, well that's what my passport indicated anyway. "You don't sound like a Canadian to me." She answered. "Okay, what do Canadians sound like, a?" I chuckled. She grinned a little at my words but it soon disappeared. I had no doubt she would continue on her journey and I hoped she would not find the danger that lurked around every corner, but I had my suspicions. "I still think you are exaggerating the danger here but thank you for trying anyway. My name is Erica and maybe I will see you around sometime." She said, her voice softening as she started to leave. "I hope so too Erica, if we see each other again you can call me Doug." ***** I put any thoughts of Erica out of my mind, I had other things to concentrate on. I had an assignment to complete and a strict timetable that needed to be followed, I couldn't spend time worrying about someone who didn't want to take good advice from me. I had been all over the world and I knew just what dangers were present everywhere I went. Nothing I told Erica wasn't true, and in some instances I probably under emphasized the true nature of what she might face. Oh well, time to get back to work. I'm a troubleshooter or if you prefer a problem solver. That's not very specific and that's intentional. Truth be told, I don't exist. My fingerprints are not on file anywhere and there is no photograph of me in any official document anywhere. The Canadian passport I was using for this assignment was considerably different from the German passport I had been using last month. In truth I had grown up on a ranch in North Dakota so the Canadian persona was not a difficult one to master. I had crossed the border into Canada many times and felt right at home, but now for this assignment anything but American was preferable. As I had said to Erica, people around here don't like strangers and are suspicious of anyone they come across, particularly Americans. I had been doing the legwork under the guise of purchasing property for an employer who wanted the anonymity this region provided. I had everything necessary to cover a background check of any type should someone want to do so. I wasn't worried too much, I fit in among the locals a heck of a lot better than Erica did. I was medium height and medium weight, brown hair and brown eyes and I could pass for just about any nationality short of Asian or African. I could easily walk through a crowded room and not one person would remember me. I went back to my task, I needed to head out of town to meet someone. Actually it wasn't a person, well not a person I could see face-to-face. I would be having supplies airdropped to me once I transmitted my location to a plane that was circling high overhead, stealth technology preventing anyone from seeing it on their radar. Once I transmitted my location, I would receive the airdrop within minutes and then I could make my way back to town and my room. Once I had everything I needed I would be able to put my plan into action tomorrow, as I said, everything according to a very strict timetable. The time I had spent talking to Erica had put me several minutes behind, and I was trying to make up time but I also did not want to look as though I had more on my mind than a simple walk through town. Shortly I started leaving the more built-up areas and before long I had gotten beyond the town limits. I hadn't seen anyone for the past 20 minutes so made my way off the road and into the wooded area that surrounded this city. I wanted to get to the drop location before dark, finding something dropped from the sky with no light would not be easy. I knew it would be marked with a locator Beacon but I preferred not to use that if I didn't have to. I wasn't sure what technology might be in the hands of the local cartels. I got the delivery without problem, the drop was right on target and I had no trouble finding it because it dropped within 50 feet of where I was standing. I don't know who the crew of the plane was or what service they belonged to, but they certainly knew their job and I thanked them silently for that. The dropped items consisted of things I would need for my assignment. The first, and most important, was a Russian made SVD Dragunov sniper rifle. It was broken down and I would put it together back in my room, for now I would be carrying it in a woven cloth bag much as if returning from the market. There was also a new passport for me once my assignment had completed, my previous Canadian identity would no longer exist. There were also several other items I would use to point the finger of blame somewhere else. My assignment was to take out Carlos Espinosa, brother of the recently elected Prime Minister. There could be no connection between this and the United States, in fact I didn't even know if it had been officially sanctioned. I don't know who my superiors are or who their superiors are, all I know is that I get my assignments electronically as well as anything I need. Carlos was a leader of a local drug cartel, one of the more violent here in this part of the world. Not only that, he was a staunch socialist although many said his politics ranged closer to communist than socialist. The fear was he might be able to sway his brother-in-law's political decisions at a time when the US was hoping to develop closer relations. We didn't want that to happen and having Carlos out of the way might help in future relations. If everything went according to my plan, one of the rival cartels would be blamed for the assassination and few would think otherwise. After returning to my room I set about getting things set up. I reassembled all of the parts of the rifle, I had spent close to a week getting familiar with it and having it sighted in so it would be perfectly accurate at the distance I planned to use it. Getting close to Espinosa wasn't easy so this would be the best way. The gun was heavy and bulky and felt odd in my hands, it was a relic of the Cold War but it would be left behind once I had finished. There would be nothing to trace back to the US, further distancing this act from politics. I took the new passport from its case, once I decided to use it I would be South African. It looked well-worn and I had no doubt it was completely authentic, it would pass any inspection anywhere. I slid it into the secret compartment in my battered old suitcase, it would be safe from a casual search of my room. Should someone decide to look a little harder, finding that secret compartment would result in a very high-tech incendiary device burning the entire contents. After I had checked and triple checked everything, there wasn't much more I could do until tomorrow. I wasn't nervous or restless, this was a normal part of my life. Some may find it strange, but to me it just was what it was. There was still some bread and cheese I had bought earlier in the room, so that would be my dinner. I finished and lay down to sleep, I wanted to be well rested. ***** I woke before dawn and left my room, I needed to be out of sight before anyone saw me carrying a rifle. Guns around here were not totally out of place, many carried them but I did not want to take any chances. Espinosa had a large villa about 6 miles out of town and I would be on foot, trying to stay off the roads in order to get close without arousing any suspicion. I had been in the woods several times previously, the past week had been spent exploring and developing my plan. The first 4 ½ miles were not difficult, but I intentionally slowed my pace and moved very cautiously the final half mile before getting myself into position. I hadn't seen anyone in these woods my previous visits nor did I see any sign that people came through regularly so I was pretty certain I could get there undetected. Once in place I looked from my vantage point down toward the large Spanish-style house, it probably would go for more than $20 million in an affluent American suburb. The drug business was very profitable and Espinosa was the head of one of the most profitable cartels. I didn't know how long it would take, but I would wait. Last time I was here it'd been more than three hours before Espinosa came out of the house so I prepared for a long wait. I had used a laser rangefinder and knew the shot would be just over 1700 meters which is more than a mile. I was easily capable of extreme accuracy on the range but this was different. I had no worries, I had made similar shots in the past and some even at greater distances. As I watched and waited, I saw several people come and go just as I had the other day. I'm sure they were part of his drug empire but none of them had any meaning to me. Carlos Espinosa was my target in my assignment and he would be my only focus. I knew his security was tight and I kept a careful watch just in case someone might be checking the surrounding area either visually or with some type of electronic surveillance. I was pretty certain Espinosa was in the house, but after eight hours he had not shown himself. I am a patient man and I knew that if I did not get him today I would have to come back tomorrow. It was hot, humid and the insects were hungry but I couldn't allow my concentration to drift from my assigned task. It was shortly after 4 o'clock in the afternoon when I saw him come out of the door, he was accompanied by two other well-dressed men, all laughing and joking with each other. This is what I had been waiting for and soon I was looking at him through the rifle scope. I had been keeping track of wind velocity, temperature and humidity and I knew how each of these elements would affect the bullet's trajectory and I allowed for that. The rifle barked and the crack of the shot echoed, Espinosa's security men springing into action and looking for the source. Their intention might be to protect their leader, but right now he was lying on the front porch of his house with a bullet hole in his forehead. I left the rifle where I had been lying, along with several other items purchased in town. There was nothing to suggest the shooter had been anyone but a hired local assassin. I knew it would take at least a few minutes before they determined where the shot had come from. I made my way back toward town carefully for the first 10 minutes but once I had gotten far enough away I picked up my pace and was less concerned about being detected. As I got closer to the populated area, I slowed so as not to stand out. It was easy to blend in, a slow and unhurried walk would allow me to appear just as any other local. I was closer to my room now, my plan was to get inside, change my appearance slightly and get my new passport and then go to my rendezvous. I would be picked up at a very specific time in a very specific location and if I wasn't there, my ride would leave. I would be picked up by an extremely fast and totally unarmed two-man helicopter, the pilot had orders to wait for no more than 90 seconds if I wasn't at the rendezvous before turning around and heading back across the border. If I wasn't there today, there was another scheduled pickup time and place tomorrow, but if I missed two I would be on my own. I knew where the pickup point was and what time I needed to be there, I didn't have to rush but I didn't have a lot of time to spare either. "Leave me alone! Get off me!" There was no mistaking the voice, it was Erica. 100 feet ahead and just inside a small alleyway, I saw three men wrestling with her, she was kicking and flailing at them as they grabbed and groped at her. "Get off of me I said, get the hell out of here!" She again shouted at them, either they didn't understand or more likely they just didn't care. It was stupid and I knew better, my assignment came first and I should have simply walked past without a sideways glance but I couldn't. The three men were all preoccupied, one of them was holding her from behind as he groped at her breasts while the other two were trying to hold her arms and kicking legs. It didn't take much thought to realize their plan was to drag her into the alley where they would overpower her and have their way with her. I walked quickly the last few feet to reach them, taking out my switchblade at the same time. The one closest to me was facing away and didn't even see the blade as it severed his carotid and jugular arteries, he fell to the ground as his blood drained and his life ended. The second realized that something had happened but wasn't sure exactly what as his attention moved from Erika to me, and as he glanced down and saw his comrade he reached for his own knife but it was too late. My first strike was to his lower abdomen, the knife penetrating and slicing through the lower lobes of each of his lungs before I pulled it from his body and he too was lying on the ground with his throat slit. The third man hadn't really paid much attention to the other two, he was now trying to get his hand up under her shirt as she continued to struggle. He realized I was there when I grabbed his wrist and pulled it from under Erica's shirt, she then pulled out of his grasp as his attention moved from her to me. His eyes went wide as he saw me and looked down at the two bodies that had been assisting him only 30 seconds before, their blood running into the gutter. That was the last thing he saw before he too joined them, the only sound I could hear now was Erica's heavy breathing. She hadn't completely realized what had happened, her concern had been to free herself from their grasp and she was trying to compose herself as she breathed heavily. "Come on, we have to get out of here. The streets have eyes and ears." I said, taking her arm and trying to pull her away. "I said let go of me!" She shouted, she still hadn't realized I wasn't one of her attackers. "Erica, I said let's go!" Hearing me use her name, she seemed to understand that something had changed. She looked at me closely before recognition dawned. She started to say something but then her eyes were drawn to the three men lying in the street. "What... What happened to them?" She asked dumbly. "They were attacking you and I took care of them. Now, we need to get out of here." I didn't want to explain things right now, we just needed to get off the street and out of sight. I was pulling Erica along behind me, I had her by the arm and she was following without offering any resistance. This is stupid I thought why am I here trying to save this woman from herself when I should be 5 miles away and waiting to be picked up. I knew better than this and I was mentally kicking myself in the ass for losing focus. Too late now I thought, I'd never make the rendezvous and tonight's pickup so would have to put off until tomorrow if at all. Erica hadn't said anything since her initial outburst and just followed meekly, something I thought totally out of character for her. We reached my room and I got her inside and off the street, she stuck out like a sore thumb and if anyone had seen her struggling with those three men, it would not be difficult to determine what had happened. Violence in the streets was not unknown and likely the three deaths would be attributed to one of the other cartels. I was pretty certain those three would have some sort of drug connection so the scenario was entirely plausible. The police would investigate maybe, depending on which cartel they belonged to and how much juice that cartel had with the police. It was entirely possible that nothing would happen but at the same time with Espinosa's assassination happening shortly before, perhaps more intense scrutiny would follow. Whatever the case, she was now involved and since I had assumed some responsibility for safety, I felt I had to assist her. Boston Bitch "Where are we?" She asked dumbly as we entered my room. "You are in my room right now. We have to get you off the street, you are too easy to recognize right now." I answered although I doubt she really understood what I was saying. "Those three men..." She was starting to remember but I'm not sure just how much. "Don't worry about them, they won't bother you again." I hoped she would forget about it, but I didn't really think so. I'm not sure what her mental state was at the moment and really hoped she hadn't seen exactly what I had done, only the result. I'm sure if she thought about the event it wouldn't be hard to guess but knowing what happened and seeing it happen could be two entirely different experiences. Now that she was in my room and out of sight, I needed to come up with a plan that would enable us both to get out of the area without attracting undue attention. "We have to get out of this town and we have to do it soon. You are too recognizable so I'm going to have to do something to alter your appearance." I informed her as she sat on the edge of the cot in the room. She seemed deep in thought and I assumed she was reliving the earlier events. I wasn't sure how to get out, but I started formulating a plan that would give us a good start. While Erica was musing I took her picture with a micro camera that was secreted in my wristwatch. She didn't realize what I had done but it was necessary to my plan. I also put together a short message and would need to go outside for a couple of minutes, the microburst transceiver that was also located in the wristwatch was going to be sending a message to a satellite that was in orbit several hundred miles above us. "You stay here, I need to step out for a second to get some air. Don't go anywhere!" I warned her. Erica looked up with a question on her face but did not say anything. I went out of the room and down the street until I came to a clear area where I could send the message I had recently composed. I also included Erica's picture, it would be necessary to my plans. In exactly 5 minutes as per my request, I received a microburst transmission from the satellite and went back to the room to decode it and determine my next step. Erica was sitting where I had left her, she still seemed as confused as before but was now looking around the room with more curiosity. "Where did you go?" She wanted to know. "I had something I needed to take care of, I will have to go out again later but for now we should stay here." I answered, although I didn't explain anything of what I had done or what I would be doing again shortly. "I need to go back to my room and get my things." She said, I assume she was staying at the only hotel in town. My own room here was just that, a simple room I had rented from a local resident. "I don't think that's a good idea." "Why not?" She wondered aloud. "The police are probably looking for you right now." I let her know. "Why would they be looking for me? I didn't do anything." "The police don't know that. I told you before, you are a stranger here and they are suspicious of strangers in this part of the country. One of the big drug cartel leaders was assassinated earlier today, it would not surprise me if they think you might have something to do with that." "I didn't and I wouldn't ever do anything like that!" She said emphatically, she seemed to be getting angry. "I didn't say you did. But, you are here in town asking questions and then something like this happens. Assassination is not unusual around here, it's a regular part of life for many of these people. However, if the police are under pressure to find out who did it, they may be looking for a scapegoat." I think she was starting to understand what I was trying to tell her as my words began to placate her earlier anger. I'm not sure how long that would last but for now she wasn't going to press. I needed to kill two hours before going out to pick up the items I would need. I had canceled the second attempt at picking me up tomorrow, I doubted I would be able to make it. I had originally thought that perhaps I could get Erica to the rendezvous and have her flown out and then I would find my own way, but I realized the pilot would never allow someone he didn't recognize to get onto the helicopter. He had his orders and I knew the consequences of my actions, stopping to help Erica had left me on my own. We made small talk for the next two hours, I tried to explain to her some of the politics of this part of the country and how things were done. I had tried to explain it all to her before but she had been too stubborn and pigheaded to listen to me. Now, however, she had seen firsthand some of the issues I had tried to warn her about. "I have to go out for a while, again, stay here." I let Erica know shortly before the two hour window had passed. "Where are you going?" she asked. "I have to get a few things, I shouldn't be too long." I said cryptically, I didn't want to explain all of the details to her. "How long will you be gone?" She wanted to know more specifics, even though I had told her it would not be long. "Maybe half an hour..." I left the room and went back out onto the street, watching for increased activity to see what if anything might be happening because of my earlier actions. I did not go past the alley where the three bodies had been left lying, but as I walked close by I could see them being lifted into the back of a truck. There were more police around on the streets but the activity level wasn't anything that appeared frantic. They were watching and I saw two of them look at me as I passed, although they didn't seem to show any unusual interest in me. I just kept walking, I needed to get far enough out of town to pick up this latest airdrop. Yet again, the crew of the plane was right on, I was able to grab the small package out of the air before it even hit the ground the drop was so accurate. When I came back into town, the police had all disappeared and I assumed they weren't particularly interested in three dead cartel thugs. That indicated to me that the three probably did not work for one of the more influential drug dealers in the area, and likely would not result in a very serious investigation. Still, I knew just how influential Espinosa had been and I expected his death to result in much greater surveillance of anyone unfamiliar in this part of the country. I got back to the room and came inside, I startled Erica as I walked in. She was up and moving around and examining various things although there really wasn't much in the room. I came in and closed the door behind me, there was no lock on the door but I had never had any problems in here up until now. I also checked to make certain that the tattered curtains covered as much of the window as possible, I didn't want anyone looking in to see us. "I've got some clothes here for you, you'll need to change out of the ones that you're wearing now." I said to Erica as she looked at me and then at the package I had been carrying. "What's wrong with these clothes?" She said, I could sense her defiance was returning. I told you earlier, they are totally out of place here and will make you very recognizable to anyone who might be looking for you. I have some clothes here that are what the local people where. It won't make you totally invisible, but you will blend in a lot better." I tried explaining to her. I took the clothes out and handed her a well-worn blouse and skirt, clothing exactly like what most women I had seen in town were wearing. Erica took the blouse and held it up, examining it before throwing it onto the bed. "I'm not wearing that garbage!" She exclaimed. Her words didn't surprise me, I think she was starting to calm from the earlier incident and her personality was again showing itself. The privileged rich bitch was bound and determined that no one could tell her what to do. She would find out shortly just how wrong she was. "Look Erica, if you want to get out of here you're going to have to do what I tell you. The police are out there and they are looking for whoever killed the drug dealer. Not just the police, but the drug dealers bodyguards and friends are also scouring the country to avenge the death. Whether you had anything to do with it or not matters little to them. They have no qualms about killing you and moving on." "I told you, I didn't do anything! If they're looking for anyone they will be looking for you. You are just as much a stranger here as I am." She tried, but she was wrong. Yes I was a stranger here, but I was the type of stranger they expected to find here. She wasn't but she still had no clue about how things were done in this part of the world. "Just put on the clothes, we need to make you less noticeable. Once we get you out of the country you can put your old clothes back on and do all the exploring you want. Right now, I'm trying to save your life." I tried explaining to her but she didn't want to understand. "I said I'm not putting that garbage on. Do you understand, not!" I wasn't going to put up with a tantrum from this young woman, regardless of how special she thought herself to be. I took a step closer in and before she realized what I was doing I had grabbed her shirt by the collar and pulled apart, tearing all the buttons off and exposing the Lacy bra underneath, little flowers embroidered into it. She looked at me in shocked surprise and was about to say something as I took the switchblade out and flicked it open. She watched as the blade glinted in the low light, not saying a word as I moved in closer to her and then slid it up between her breasts and sliced the bra between them. The cups fell away from her breasts and exposed her light pink nipples and small areole. She looked at me with defiance in her eyes and pushed her chest out, not trying to do anything to cover up her bare breasts. She was going to show me she wasn't afraid of me. She had no need to fear me, but I wasn't going to allow her to do anything that would put either of us in harms way. "That Bra cost me $120!" She said, still looking me in the face and still as defiant as ever. "So you'll get yourself another one when you get home." Was my answer to her. She stared at me for several seconds more without saying anything and I could see the anger in her face. I picked up the blouse she had thrown onto the bed and handed it back to her, along with a very plain and functional bra, something women around here would normally wear. Erica looked at the items I had in my hands and then back at me, then grudgingly took them from me. She slipped off the shirt with no buttons and the bra that no longer covered her breasts, now standing in front of me topless and once again staring at me defiantly, refusing to turn away and cover up. She put on the bra and tried to get it to fit her medium sized breasts, but after several attempts to adjust straps and have it settle comfortably, she took it off and threw it onto the floor "This is a piece of crap!" She put on the blouse without bra, apparently she wasn't going to wear something she didn't find comfortable. Fine with me, it was her life and if she wanted to give the locals another reason to look at her, then I guess those bouncing breasts would do just that. After she buttoned up the blouse I handed her a skirt and some functional panties, again exactly what the local women wore. She took them from me without looking, then pulled down the shorts she had been wearing followed soon by the bikini panties, now standing before me with nothing on below the waist and again daring me not to look. She was going to prove to me who was in charge here. She might think she was in control but I knew better. I did take a good look at her bare pussy, she had a light covering of fine blonde hair which was just as light as the hair on her head. She saw me looking and took her time in putting on the panties, she was telling me she wasn't embarrassed to be naked in front of me. Had this been another time and place I might have found her attractive and she definitely was, but her personality had a way of making any physical attraction move far to the back of my mind. "Are you happy now?" She literally spat at me. "It isn't a question of me being happy, it's a matter of you being able to get out of this country alive." I replied. "You keep telling me that, but I really don't believe you." "You can believe me or not, it really doesn't matter to me. I made the effort to save you from three men who were going to rape you and in doing so I gave up my chance to get back home. I have no doubt I can find my way out of this country. Without my help you will likely be here for a long time." "Why will I be here for a long time? I can leave any time I want." She shot back. This was getting old, I was tired of trying to explain to her but I decided I had better give it one more try. "You are a white woman and an attractive one. I'm sure you remember the two men who were talking about you when we first met. Those men were at the bottom of the local food chain, they likely work for one of the drug lords. If you are out and about I don't think it's going to be long before someone grabs you and you will find yourself a sex slave to one of those cartel leaders. He will rape you every day until he gets tired of you and finds someone else. When he does that, he will pass you to his lieutenants who will share you and you will find yourself gang raped over and over. If you survive that, they might let you take care of their favored customers, or they might ransom you back to your family or they might just kill you because you're no longer attractive to them." "How do you know I won't enjoy something like that?" She said smugly. "I can guarantee you won't. I don't know what you might find enjoyable, and I really don't care. These men will be totally brutal! Their only concern is their own enjoyment. They will beat you and force you to do things you can't even imagine and once they've used you up, you'll be kicked to the curb just like hundreds of women before you have been. As for ransoming you back to your family, I don't know how your family feels about you but after seeing what has been done to you, they probably won't want you back!" I let her know, I'm not sure how much shock value I could instill in her but I thought I should try. "I don't believe a word of that." She insisted. "Suit yourself. Regardless of what you believe, I'm going to do my best to get you out of here. You are going to have to do what I tell you. Once you get back to Boston you can do whatever you want." "How do you know I come from Boston?" She demanded. "It isn't hard to tell, the attitude and the accent are all I need. What school did you go to, Harvard or UMass?" "Wellesley!" She shot back vehemently. "I should've known..." I wasn't going to argue with her anymore, it was time that we got things into motion here. I took out a passport and handed it to her, it had been in the package I got with the airdrop. It was German and had Erica's picture on it, although in the picture she had dark hair. That would be remedied shortly and I'm sure she would have something to say about the need to change her hair color. "Here's your passport, hang on to it." I said, handing it to Erica. She looked at me with curiosity, then took the passport and gingerly opened the cover. "What is this? Where did you get this?" She wanted to know. "Like I said, it's your new passport. It's going to help you get out of the country." "But it says I'm German. And this picture, who is this picture of?" She wanted to know. "It's a picture of you. The people here will be much less suspicious of a German woman than they would be of an American." I informed her. "I'm an American and I can go wherever and whenever I want to." I had heard her say this before and I knew she was still defiant, still clueless about what could possibly happen. "We're going to have to get rid of the blonde hair, it makes you stand out too much." I tried changing the subject, but I knew she would have something to say about that too. "What do you mean color my hair?" She demanded, still looking at the picture and then at me. "Exactly what I said. With dark hair you won't look out of place as much." "I'm not going to color my hair!" Erica insisted, throwing the passport onto the floor. "You're going to if you want to get out of here alive." "Like hell I am!" She insisted, folding her arms across her chest and daring me to tell her differently. "You can either do this willingly or I can tie you up and take care of it myself. It's your choice Erica, you let me know what you prefer." She started to say something, but then stopped. Her eyes were blazing with anger as she considered what to do, I'm sure some of her thoughts had to do with causing me physical harm. It didn't really matter to me, one way or another I was going to do my part to save her despite the thoughts that had started to form in my mind that I would be a heck of a lot better off just leaving her to her own devices. Erica still looked as defiant as ever, but I think she realized I had been serious. It's a good thing, it would not have taken much for me to tie her hands behind her back and shove her head into a bucket to color her hair dark. Now, she could do the work herself and make the experience somewhat less unpleasant. I handed her a bottle of dye, it would turn her hair dark and she would look much more like a local than she did now. Erica took it from me grudgingly. Once she had it and decided it was the only course of action, she used the contents and soon she looked a lot less like she had several minutes earlier. "Put some on your eyebrows, they're too light." I instructed after she had finished with the rest of her hair. There wasn't much I could do about the eyelashes but at least the eyebrows would match the hair on her head. "So now what?" She demanded after she had finished dying her hair. "We wait until morning and then we catch the bus and head toward the border. Once we get across the border it should be a lot easier to move around and we can get back to the states." I let her know. "I thought you were Canadian?" She said eyeing me suspiciously. "I'm going to get you back to Boston and then I'm going back to my own home." I let her know, not specifying where my own home really was. Erica didn't respond, just looking at me with the anger and defiance she had been showing for the past hour. "We'll leave in the morning, we need to get some sleep tonight. You can sleep on the bed and I'll take the floor." "This isn't a bed." She said as she lay down on the thin mattress. "It's as close as they get around here." I said, now tiring of her attitude. "How do you expect me to get any sleep?" She wondered aloud. I really didn't care, I can sleep anywhere and anytime and whether she did or not was up to her. I left her question hanging in the air, I was already starting to drift off. ***** Erica apparently didn't get much sleep last night based on the tossing and turning I heard from her as well as her grunts and moans as she tried to find a comfortable position on the old cot. I was used to sleeping whenever and wherever I could find a time and place, so had managed to get a few hours in but at the same time I had slept lightly, wondering if Erica might try to sneak out during the night. Fortunately she didn't and we could catch the bus out of town, there was only one per day. "I should've slept back in my room, at least the bed there is halfway decent." Erica said as she slowly sat up and started rubbing her sore muscles. "The bus leaves about 9 o'clock. We're going to be on it so I suggest you get ready for a long ride." Boston Bitch "And just where does this bus take us?" She demanded, her attitude was coming back quickly. "We'll be going across the border and out of Bolivia. Once we get into Chile we can travel more easily, there won't be those looking for us. As soon as we get to a larger city, I can find transportation and get you home." I let her know. "And what about my trip to see the Incan ruins?" She demanded. "I don't know anything about any ruins, there are rumors that they exist probably spread by the tourist Bureau to make money. In any case, as I explained yesterday, you do not belong here and we will be out of this country by tonight." She looked at me with fire in her eyes but did not say anything even though I thought she was fighting hard to hold her tongue. The next hour was uncomfortable, neither of us speaking more than necessary. Finally it was time to leave the room, we would walk to the center of town and catch the bus. As we walked out onto the street I warned Erica not to say anything. "What do you mean don't say anything?" She asked in that demanding tone that came so easily to her. "You are German now. As soon as you open your mouth anyone with half a brain will realize you're not. Just let me do the talking." She was again angered but as I had warned her, she did not say anything once we were out on the street. It was several blocks to the town square and I watched carefully, looking to see if anyone was paying any particular attention to us. I didn't see any signs that they were, and soon we were ready to get on the ancient bus which chugged up 10 minutes late. A number of locals got on ahead of us and then we boarded, finding a seat near the back. The bus lurched away and we started down the road, 30 miles an hour was about the maximum speed the vehicle could manage. Some of the passengers were speaking among themselves, but I didn't hear anything that suggested anything other than local gossip. Erica was seated beside me and was looking curiously at the sights as we drove down the dusty road. It was getting hot outside and there was little ventilation in the bus, I could see perspiration on her forehead and above her lip. The smell inside the bus wasn't pleasant, most of these people knew very little about personal hygiene. We pulled into a small town that was about 30 miles down the road and stopped. Several of those on board got off and then several others got on. Just as the bus driver was ready to pull out, 2 policemen boarded the bus and ordered him to wait. This wasn't a good sign to me, I didn't like the look of this at all. I looked around the bus cautiously, not wanting to draw any attention to myself and saw that I wasn't the only one who seemed worried by the police presence. I'm certain most of these people had something to hide and hoped that the authorities were looking for one of the others, but I had a suspicion in my gut that they weren't. The police started questioning people one by one, one of the officers going to the rear of the bus and started working his way forward as his partner started working his way back. As they spoke to the passengers and questioned each one, some of them were ordered off the bus and as they disembarked I saw several other police outside the bus detaining those who had left. Erica was watching and I could see she was getting nervous. I put my hand on hers to let her know not to speak and she jumped at my touch. Fortunately, neither of the officers was looking at her at the time and didn't see her reaction. Shortly the officer who had started at the rear reached our seat and started speaking to me. I answered his questions in German which he did not understand and became confused. I then switched to broken Spanish and tried to converse with him. I can speak fluent Spanish but did not want him to think that I could. He asked me several questions about who I was and where I was going and I told him we were tourists. Apparently he didn't believe me because soon he was ordering us to join a small group of people who had gotten off the bus. We stood outside the bus with the others, and soon the vehicle left, we were standing in the central part of another town. I waited to see what would happen next and shortly 2 other officers approached me. The older of the two asked me my name and I responded, again maintaining the persona I had affected with broken Spanish. He asked me more of the questions the officer on the bus had asked, and then looked to Erica. "She is my wife and we are tourists here." I said, hoping he didn't want to question her personally. I was starting to think they had been satisfied when the other officer came up behind me and grabbed hold of my arms. Instinct told me to throw him off but training let me know that would be out of character for a simple German tourist. As the man held me, the first man searched me, running his hands up and down my sides across my back and up and down my legs. He didn't find anything but the switchblade I normally carried, something that was probably very common in this part of the country. Satisfied the other officer let me go and before I knew what was happening he had done the same to Erica. The first officer started the search and seemed very pleased when he discovered she wasn't wearing a bra, fondling and squeezing her breasts as she squealed in protest. I started to say something and take a step toward her when another officer stepped between us, his hand on the pistol in his belt. I told him in my best broken Spanish to leave her alone but apparently they didn't care, the officer had now finished feeling up her tits and was searching under her skirt, running his hands up her legs and then finding her crotch. Erica was trying to wiggle away but the first officer held her firmly in place, the other was doing a much more thorough job of searching her than he had done with me. Finally the search ended and the two officers shared a laugh together as Erica pulled down the skirt they had lifted almost to her waist. I could see the anger on her face and in her eyes, but I looked at her and mentally told her not to say or do anything. As I was wondering what would come next I was approached by another officer, this one could speak passable German. "Can you tell me what you are doing here?" He asked, the same question the first officer had asked on the bus. "My wife and I are looking for the Incan ruins." I answered, trying not to look too nervous. "There are no ruins here." He answered simply. "We have heard stories..." I said, trying to look disappointed. "That is all they are, just stories. There is nothing here for you, you should leave." "How can we leave, the bus has departed without us." I asked, letting a little anger into my voice. "There will be another bus tomorrow." Was his final word, he then turned and left. Almost as if by magic the police and those who had been taken off the bus were gone. Erica and I were left standing on the street in the square, several locals looking at us curiously as they went about their business. "It looks like we will be here for the night." I said softly to Erica. "That bastard put his hands on me." She snarled, she was still seething at the police search. "I told you before, the police around here are corrupt and they think they can do whatever they want." "Now what?" She wanted to know. "I will see if we can get a room and then we wait for the bus tomorrow." Simple and to the point, there wasn't much else we could do. "And what are we supposed to do until tomorrow?" "We wait. We will get something to eat and then we will wait. There's nothing else we can do." I don't think she was very happy, but what else can you do in a small town out in the middle of Western Bolivia. We had to pretend to be German tourists or else someone would certainly report any inconsistencies to the police or to the local cartels. We needed to maintain our ruse or face the possibility of never getting home. I bought some greasy looking meat from a street vendor and some bread, it would be our meal for today. I also asked him where we might find a room and he pointed to a two-story building, it was dirty and shabby looking and nothing outwardly apparent suggested it might be a hotel. We walked to the building intent on getting a room, Erica still upset about what had happened to her as she muttered under her breath and cursed me for ever getting involved with her. I noticed that the police were trying to be unobtrusive as they watched us, but they were definitely there and definitely interested. I walked inside the building and spoke to someone inside who said that yes we can rent a room for the night. It wasn't a hotel as such but there were rooms for rent. I'm sure Erica would have preferred a four-star hotel, but this one didn't even rate a single star. Once we got to the room it was much the same as the one we had spent the night in last night, just a small square with a cot, a chair and table. Erica looked around and started to comment when I hushed her, whispering to her that we might have someone watching us. I hadn't seen anyone specifically but that feeling of being under observation was definitely strong. Between what I had seen on the street as we walked to the building and the feeling I had now, I was starting to think they were paying much more attention to us than I would've liked. I spoke to Erica in German indicating the food I had purchased, hoping she would understand what I was saying and not try to respond. The food was greasy and very spicy, not terrible but certainly not good. Erica took several bites of the meat and gave it a good try, but she couldn't eat any more. She did eat some of the bread so she wouldn't be terribly hungry, but I knew meals for her were going to be very disappointing for the next few days. I had been looking around the room for any sort of surveillance but decided the police in this small town probably didn't have any sort of electronics available to them. That was a good thing since they likely would not be able to hear us. We had been there for several minutes before I realized that there were no curtains over the window, it faced out across the street and I could see the sun glint off the lenses of a pair of binoculars as someone was watching us through the window. Relatively confident they couldn't hear what we might say, I mentioned to Erica that they were watching us. "There is someone across the street looking into this room. Don't look at him but he is watching us through the window." I warned Erica. Her eyes got big and I could see her anger forming but she listened to what I said before whispering. "Can he hear us?" "No. Don't look at him and try to remain calm. We have to act as though there's nothing wrong and we don't suspect that they might be watching us." "Why would they be spying on us?" She asked, naïve certainly I thought. "I don't think they believe the story I told them. Right now they are probably not sure but they are keeping an eye on us just in case." I let her know. "And what story did you tell them?" She asked, I could see her mental gears turning. "I told him we were married and we were looking for the Incan ruins here." "You told him what??" She shouted before remembering that we were being watched. "I told him something I thought they would believe. If you look at your new passport you'll see that we have the same last name now." "You bastard! How could anyone think that you and I were married?" She spat, now she was getting angry. Erica's anger had clouded her judgment, she had apparently forgotten the fact we were being watched. She lunged for me with a growl deep in her throat, her fingernails going for my eyes. If this had been an enemy I would have taken care of the attack quickly and easily, but I realized I couldn't do that here and now. My observer would certainly report if we got into a physical altercation, that probably wouldn't be a good way to maintain our cover story. I blocked her attack and thinking quickly, lifted her arms up above her head and then quickly grabbed the hem of her blouse and pulled it up so that her arms were trapped within the garment. She could no longer see what she was doing as her head was trapped inside the blouse and I was staring at her bare breasts in front of me. Well, I guess it's time to give my watcher a show. Erica was yelling and screaming at me, her threats were only slightly muffled by the cloth over her face. I gave each of her breasts a good squeeze and tweaked the nipples as she jumped at the sensation and started kicking at me. I knew the men in this part of the world would appreciate me taking a woman by force, many of them did the same. To them, women were here for their pleasure and it would not bother them to see me take Erica forcefully. Admittedly she was an attractive woman and the idea intrigued me, but right now I did what was necessary. She was still screaming and threatening me, trying to free herself but with little luck. Her arms were trapped above her head and she was thrashing about as she struggled to free herself and at the same time defend herself against my advance. I turned her toward the window which allowed the man watching to get a good look at her tits, and then quickly pulled her skirt and panties down with one swift move. She was still trying to kick at me, now kicking backward instead of forward but I managed to avoid her feet as I pushed her down across the bed and held her there with one hand as I used the other to work first my belt and then the pants loose. My pants dropped to the floor and Erica was in front of me, her ass a very inviting target. "I'm only doing this because I have to!" I said as a sort of apology. "You bastard! Don't you dare touch me! I'll kill you for this!" Just as defiant as ever she continued trying to struggle but wasn't having any luck. I hadn't been aroused before and none of her struggles had done anything for me, but I could start to feel a tingle in my loins as I looked at her mostly naked body lying across the bed in front of me. I took a few strokes of my own to help the situation progress and it didn't take long before I was sporting a very solid erection. I moved up close behind her and held her down with one hand on her back as I gripped her hip with my other hand. As I moved in closer the head of my cock rubbed against her ass and she started struggling even more. She knew what the feeling was and she knew what was coming next and as she continued to struggle she pushed her legs tight together, her attempts to keep me out of her pussy would be fruitless. This would be a lot easier if I didn't have to fight her, but at the same time it was starting to excite me. I knew this wouldn't be fun for her, it probably wouldn't be a lot of fun for me either but I realized it had to be done if we were to maintain the illusion, however fragile, that we were married. I let go her hips long enough to use my hand to guide my cock into position, there wasn't a lot she was going to be able to do as I pushed forward, the head of my cock was soon spreading her labia on its way to the final destination. Her threats and her screams got even more vocal, she was still trying to pull away from me and twist to the side in an attempt to avoid what was coming. I pressed even harder on her back and pushed her hard into the bed, returning my other hand to her hip after I had positioned my cock at the entrance to her pussy. I had no doubt she wasn't going to be wet, this was going to be painful for each of us. Quick and fast or long and slow I wondered, and just like removing a bandage I forced myself in as far as I could, my crotch pushing up against her ass cheeks. Erica screamed with the feel, I'm sure it was much more painful than pleasurable for her. As I suspected there was no lubrication, but she was tight and I could feel the heat as she wrapped her self around my cock although unintentionally. I pulled back and then moved forward several inches, deciding to start slowly but as I continued I could feel the wetness beginning to develop, I'm sure it was a simple physical reaction to what was happening rather than any arousal on her part. I picked up my pace and started moving faster and harder, Erica was still screaming and cursing but I could hear her grunts and moans in between. I doubted if she was enjoying it, but the carnal feelings she was experiencing were overcoming her aversion to the manner in which it had occurred. She was still struggling but her efforts had slowed and I could see the perspiration form on her back. I glanced up and out the window and I could see the reflection of the sunlight on the binoculars, I had no doubt our observer was getting more than he had expected. After several minutes of hard fucking Erica's pussy was now as wet as any other I had enjoyed so I was beginning to feel the signs of impending climax. I hadn't done this with the intention of getting any pleasure out of it for myself or for Erica, but biology being what it is, I couldn't ignore the pleasurable feelings that were starting to grow from within my loins. I noticed Erica had also slowed her struggles and probably despite her best efforts, I think she was having a tough time trying to fight the urges that she was feeling within her pussy as well. I continued my assault but I knew it wouldn't be long and just as I had expected, I could feel the hot liquid boiling its way up through my shaft. I knew coming inside Erica would cause even more of a war between us, and since I wasn't certain she was protected I did the noble thing and pulled out shortly before I would have deposited something deep inside of her. I shot several hot streams of semen onto her back and her ass, the sexual release had made my knees weak. Once the last of my ejaculate had left my cock I wiped the tip across Erica's left ass cheek, something I knew my observer would probably be expecting. After several minutes to get my equilibrium back I let Erica go, lifting her up off the mattress. She was naked below the neck and her skirt and panties were still on the floor where I had pulled them down. Her blouse was up around her head and her arms were tied up in it, she had been unable to free herself all during the episode. I knew freeing her would unleash her hell on me but it had to be done. I slowly pulled down the hem of her blouse away from her arms and then further down until it once again covered her to the waist. "You mother fucker! I'll kill you for that!" She snarled, I could see her hands readying themselves for the strike. I blunted her attack by quickly pulling her to me, and then kissing her passionately. She was trying to push herself away from me but I held on tightly, one hand behind her head pulling it to me and the other pulling her lower body to my crotch. She was still naked below the waist and I could feel the semen I had shot onto her back start to soak through her blouse. Finally I let her go and she pulled back and looked at me with complete anger and hatred in her eyes. "I had to do something that our observer would expect from us." I tried explaining to her. "You're a fucking liar. I'll bet you can't even get it up unless you force yourself on some defenseless woman." The venom in her voice would have dripped all over the floor had it been liquid. "Don't flatter yourself." I said without thinking, her attitude was really getting on my nerves. "You better watch your back, I'm going to kill you for this!" She said with enough conviction in her voice I was certain she would if she could. Erica was still naked from the waist down and glared at me with her threat, revenge her only thought. ***** There was an icy chill in the air for the rest of the day. It wasn't difficult to understand why but there was little I could do about it. Perhaps I shouldn't have done what I did but at the moment it was the only thing I could think of that would allow us to stay in character as we were being watched. I'm not sure Erica even remembered that everything we had done had been seen by an observer, right now anger and vengeance were all she could think of. She sat in the chair and glared at me as I lay on the bed, trying to relax but having a difficult time with the heat in the room. I glanced out the window occasionally and could tell someone was still there watching, although perhaps not as intently as he might have been earlier.