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Mark & Claudia Ch. 1

By: sternlord



Mexico

Mark and Claudia had been going out since their freshman year. They moved in together in the middle of their sophomore year. They were both at a small mid-Western college. Mark was majoring in computer science, Claudia in economics. Both were serious about the relationship from the beginning; they decided early on that they would get married the summer after graduation. The wedding was in June; their friends stayed after graduation for their wedding ceremony. Claudia took Mark's last name: Mark and Claudia Pinter. They were both 22.

They planned to move to San Francisco in the fall. They had already spent the last two summers there, Mark working for a software research company, and Claudia for a major California bank. Their summer jobs had worked out, and each had a job offer to start in September. They hoped to find a house in August; they had agreed that it would be more romantic to start looking for a house once they were husband and wife. But first they planned a two-month honeymoon trip through Central and South America.

The object of the trip was to spend time alone together. They had worked hard all through college. Their friends had gone to Florida for spring break, and to Europe in the summer. Mark and Claudia had spent the time working. But now the hard work had paid off, and they had good jobs waiting for them. They would spend the next two months alone together. They had told their friends and families only that they would be in San Franciso by August 15th, and that if they were lucky they might get a postcard from someplace exotic.

Mark and Claudia hoped to explore Latin America's pre-Columbian past, and to see some of the area's spectacular flora and fauna. It was Mark who was most interested in ruins. While he had never taken an archaeology course, he had always been fascinated by the idea that there were complex civilizations in the Americas before the European explorers arrived. Claudia was more interested in nature.

Their flight from the States took them to Mexico City. Mark's parents had given them a weekend in a suite at the Four Seasons Mexico as a wedding present. They were both very excited. They had been busy over the last four years; they had never been able to spend this much time alone together, just the two of them. As they came in over Mexico City, the pilot pointed out the two snow-capped volcanoes, Popcatepetl and Ixtaccihuatl, visible above the smog. Mark leaned across to look out the window, putting his arm around Claudia. They looked together at the volcanoes, the snow pale orange from the reflected light of the setting sun. Then the plane banked away from the volcanoes as they began their final approach to the airport. His arm still around her, Mark murmured into Claudia's ear,

"Are you looking forward to the first night of your honeymoon, Mrs. Pinter?"

Claudia had not been married long enough for the thrill of being called "Mrs. Pinter" to have worn off. She felt a shiver up and down her body.

"Oh, Mark. I've been waiting for this for a long time."

Claudia and Mark had starting sleeping together within the first two months of their relationship. They had taken a practical attitude toward sex: they were in love, so why shouldn't they sleep together? Neither of them had been virgins -- they had both had relationships in high school. Their sex life together was, if nothing else, regular: they made love an average of twice a week. They seldom made love much more or less than this.

While they had made love many times before, and had made love several times since the wedding, they both felt that this first night of their honeymoon was special. As a special honeymoon surprise for Mark, Claudia had bought black lace panties and a matching bra, which she was wearing under her dress.

The plane taxied up to the terminal. After the inevitable wait while the passengers in front of them collected all their carry-on luggage, Mark and Claudia were out in the terminal. They knew almost no Spanish. Claudia had taken one course in college, but she had forgotten just about everything. She could remember scarcely more than "buenos dias." Not much good for getting around. But Claudia was confident that people would speak enough English for them to get by. As a last resort, she had a small phrase book with her -- given enough time, she thought she could say just about anything she needed to say.

They came up to the immigration counter. "Welcome to Mexico. Passports, please." No problem. This was easy. They picked up their bags (practical bags with hidden backpack straps if they needed them), sailed through customs with a green light, and in a moment were in a taxi at the curb. Mark leaned forward, "Four Seasons Hotel, please."

The taxi took off into the city. By now, it was dark. Holding hands, Mark and Claudia watched the lights of the strange city as the taxi drove along. They marveled at the signs with the messages they couldn't understand, and laughed at the ones that were the same: Coca-Cola. Marlboro. Levi's. They thought about the night ahead of them.

The taxi ride was taking a long time. There were no longer as many lights, and there were fewer and fewer people on the street as they drove by. Mark leaned forward again.

"You're taking us to the Four Seasons, right?"

The taxi driver either did not understand what Mark had just said, or he chose to ignore it. He kept driving. Mark enunciated his words carefully.

"Take...us...to...the...Four...Seasons...Hotel."

After a pause, the taxi driver nodded. "Si señor, por supuesto que si."

Mark leaned back in his seat. In spite of the fact that the taxi driver appeared to have understood, this did not look like the hotel district. On either side of the road were abandoned, decaying buildings, with small makeshift wooden shacks spread between them. Some of the shacks looked empty; in others candles or lanterns flickered briefly as they drove past. Claudia clutched Mark's hand tightly. She was getting frightened. Mark squeezed her hand, trying to be reassuring, although he was becoming increasingly alarmed himself.

The road turned sharply, and they found themselves in the midst of what was clearly a huge garbage dump. Piles of smoldering rubbish surrounded the car. Through the smoke, patches of flame were visible, casting an eerie reddish glow over the scene. The taxi pulled to a stop. The driver turned off the ignition. In the sudden silence, Claudia and Mark could hear the crackling of the burning garbage. A putrid smell was beginning to seep into the car. The newly-wed couple were terrified. This was clearly not the Four Seasons hotel.

The driver turned around to face them. In his hand, pointing at them, was a revolver.

"Out. Get outside."

The driver motioned with the gun for them to get out of the car. His English was heavily accented, but he could speak it. Mark opened the car door. He got out, still holding Claudia's hand. Claudia was shaking with fear. Mark helped her to her feet, and they stood beside the car.

"Put the money on the ground."

Mark took his wallet out of his pants' pocket. He put it slowly down in front of him.

"You. Walk that way."

The driver motioned with the gun for Mark to walk away from the car. Mark started to walk, still holding Claudia's hand. Claudia began to follow him.

"No. She stays. You walk."

Mark let go of Claudia's hand, and backed slowly away. This situation was getting steadily worse. Claudia was shaking uncontrollably, unable to think of anything but that she was almost certainly about to die. Mark tried to think of something to do. But he was powerless. The Mexican had a gun.

The Mexican walked up to Claudia. He pointed the gun to point at her face. The end of the barrel was only inches from Claudia's face. Mark tensed himself to spring, although he knew that by the time he heard the shot, Claudia would already be dead.

"I don't think I shoot you yet. I think you have money."

With his left hand, the Mexican reached for Claudia's dress. With a swift motion, he ripped the front of the dress open, pulling it down over Claudia's shoulder. In the dim reddish light, the top of Claudia's black lace bra was clearly visible.

"Very pretty. I think I look more."

The Mexican pulled again. The strap of Claudia's bra snapped. With a rough motion, the Mexican pulled the dress and bra down to fully expose Claudia's left breast. Even in the dim light, the Mexican could see that Claudia had a very attractive body. Her breast was full and firm; her upper body was slim and toned. Claudia was not thinking about being in shape at the moment, however. She was too terrified to think of anything but the gun pointed at her. 

"Very pretty."

With his left hand, the Mexican felt the fullness of Claudia's breast.

Suddenly, the scene was flooded with blinding white light. As the Mexican turned, a single shot rang out. The Mexican fell to the ground, a dark blood stain spreading silently over his motionless chest.

**********

A police officer had noticed the taxi heading in the wrong direction, with two tourists in the back seat, and had followed them. He had arrived just in time. As the English-speaking tourist policeman explained to the still very shaken couple several hours later at the main police station, they had gotten into an unlicensed taxi at the airport. Most of the time, the worst that would have happened to them would be to be overcharged. But the man who had picked them up was a member of a ring of violent criminals, which had been robbing and killing people for the last several weeks. If their taxi had not been spotted, they would certainly now be dead.

The tourist police were very kind to the young couple. After taking statements from them, they drove them to the Four Seasons. The police officer must have explained what had happened to the hotel staff, because when the police left, Mark and Claudia found themselves in the penthouse suite of the hotel, with a magnificent view over the entire city.

They were still much too shaken to take in the splendor of their surroundings. Claudia could not stop shaking. Mark could think of nothing but his helplessness as he watched his wife being assaulted. Surely there was something he could have done? But every time he went through the scene again, he came to the same conclusion: there was nothing he could have done.

Silently, they undressed and climbed into bed. They hugged one another tightly.

"I love you, Claudia."

"I love you too, Mark."

There was nothing else they could say. Comforted by the familiar warmth of one another's embrace, and exhausted after the events of the evening, they quickly fell asleep.

*********

The sun streaming in through the French doors woke them. Having slept soundly, Claudia felt much better. In the bright light of morning, the events of the night before seemed far away. Mark felt better, too. He could remember the helplessness that had obsessed him last night, but it no longer seemed so important.

During the night, the covers had come off them. The sight of Mark's naked body reminded Claudia of their original plans for the evening.

"Mark, do you know what day it is?"

Claudia nuzzled Mark's neck with her lips.

"It's coming back to me. I'm lying in bed with a newly married woman, aren't I?"

Claudia did not say anything in reply. Instead, she ran her hand slowly down his chest, and over his stomach. When she reached his cock, Mark was already getting hard. Gently, Claudia began to stroke it. Mark was now very hard. Claudia took him in her mouth. Mark moaned as she bobbed her head up and down on his cock. Mark could feel that he was going to come if Claudia kept this up. He pulled her head off his cock. Claudia positioned herself on top of Mark, and guided his cock inside her. Claudia could see from Mark's expression that he was close to coming. She quickened her pace. Mark came quickly, and she came shortly afterwards.

They lay in each other's arms on the bed. 

"I love you, Claudia."

"I love you, Mark."

"You know, I think we should just forget what happened last night. We can start our honeymoon today. No one else ever needs to know about what happened last night."

"I was just thinking the same thing," Claudia answered. "We've been looking forward to this honeymoon for a long time. I don't think we should let what happened last night spoil it for us."

"Let's have breakfast and get started!"

Claudia and Mark spent the next three days seeing the sights of Mexico City. They went to the Museum of Anthropology, and were amazed by the richness of pre-Columbian Mexico. They admired the Diego Rivera murals in the Palacio de Bellas Artes. They took a day trip to the pyramids at Teotihuacan, racing each other to the top of the pyramids of the sun and moon, laughing. They enjoyed Mexican food, and went out dancing together in the evenings. And they made love, more often than their customary twice a week.

Claudia woke up each morning at six. She did not need an alarm clock; she got up every day at the same time back home to go to the gym. Here, she put on the tights and leotard she had brought with her, and went down to the hotel gym to work out for forty-five minutes, while Mark slept. She knew that she would not always have the luxury of a hotel gym during their trip, but she planned to do everything she could to stay in shape. Claudia's routine was to spend twenty five minutes doing push-ups, sit-ups, leg lifts, and working with weights, and then twenty minutes on the Stairmaster. 

Back home, Mark worked out in the gym with Claudia only occasionally. He did usually accompany her on her twice-weekly runs. They had agreed that it was not a good idea to go running in Mexico City -- the streets were dangerous, and besides they had been told it was best not to exercise outdoors because of the pollution.

There was only one thing wrong. Claudia found herself thinking more and more about the scene in the garbage dump. At the time, all she had been able to think about was that she was about to die. But now she found herself returning again and again to the details of the scene. 

Once more, she felt her dress being ripped. Over and over again, she felt the Mexican's rough hand caressing her breast. The more Claudia thought about it, the more excited she became. She tried to put the scene out of her mind, to concentrate on being with Mark, but she couldn't. She thought again of the Mexican staring at her exposed breast in the dim light, saying "very pretty."

The first time she began to think about the scene, she was in the Aztec hall of the Museum of Anthropology. There was something about the fantastic and gruesome stone sculptures that returned her to the garbage dump. That time, she was able to put the scene out of her mind. The next time, they had stopped at their hotel to pick up rain gear for a thunderstorm. Claudia was in the bathroom, standing in front of the mirror. She imagined the Mexican roughly ripped her dress to expose both breasts. Claudia pulled her dress down over her shoulders, and watched in the mirror as her hands caressed her breasts. Claudia felt herself getting wet as she imagined they were the Mexican's hands. She imagined the Mexican leering at her, ogling her body. Guiltily, Claudia caught herself. She pulled her dress back up. She flushed the toilet and unlocked the bathroom door, promising herself that she would not think of the scene again.

But a few hours later, they came back to the hotel to change for dinner. Claudia was back in the bathroom. She stood in front of the mirror, her dress down over her breasts, breathing heavily. This time, she imagined that it was the Mexican's hand running up the inside of her leg, and coming to rest against the crotch of her panties. She imagined that it was the Mexican who pulled the fabric roughly aside to feel her wetness with his finger.

She was too excited by the scene she was imagining even to think of Mark. She moaned slightly as she rubbed herself. She imagined the Mexican motioning her with his gun to climb on to the hood of the car. 

"Spread your legs. Lift dress."

Claudia complied, lifting herself onto the hood. She spread her legs wide, and hitched her dress up over her hips. Even in the dim light, a large wet patch was clearly visible. Claudia leaned back on her elbows, breathing heavily. She was no longer wearing the sensible shoes she always wore. She was wearing spike black heels. She rested her heels on the edge of the hood of the car, spreading her legs wider.

The Mexican took in the sight of Claudia's crotch thrust toward him, of her full breasts standing out from her slim body.

"Pull aside. Slowly."

The Mexican motioned with his gun for Claudia to pull aside the crotch of her panties. Almost unable to bear her excitement, Claudia reached between her legs. She grasped the fabric, and slowly pulled it to the side.

Imagining the Mexican admiring her body, her legs spread wide open, her breasts heaving with her rapid breathing, almost made her come. But there was more. The Mexican dropped his pants, to expose a very hard, very thick cock. Claudia leaned back, and pulled the crotch of her panties as far to the side as she could. She felt the Mexican's rough hands on her thighs, and she gasped as his cock entered her. At this point, Claudia came.

The hotel bathroom came back into focus around her. She felt very guilty. Why was she thinking these thoughts? Wasn't Mark enough for her? She knew that she loved him very much. She was also allowing herself to be excited by a very racist stereotype of a Mexican. She told herself that she would not think of the scene again. She flushed the toilet and unlocked the door.

But she did think of the scene again. Many times. She told Mark that she had to go to the bathroom so much because of a stomach problem. But each time she would lock herself in a stall as the images came back and she rubbed herself furiously. Sometimes the scene was different. After the Mexican had ripped her dress to expose both breasts, he motioned with his gun for her to take off her dress.

"Take off dress."

Claudia complied, pulling the tattered remains of her dress over her head. She stood in front of him, the black bra ripped and hanging below her breasts. Again, she was wearing high black heels.

"I think you suck good, no?"

The Mexican motioned her over towards the car. He leaned back against the hood of the car, and undid his pants. His cock was just as thickas before, but now was even longer. There was a bead of come glistening on the exposed head of his cock.

"You suck."

The Mexican motioned for Claudia to bend over and take his cock into her mouth. Claudia bent over slowly, supporting herself with one hand on the hood of the car. She imagined the Mexican admiring her profile as she bent over -- her long legs, her tight ass, her slim stomach, her full breasts hanging down.

Claudia had never gone down on anybody but Mark. She had always pulled away before Mark came -- much as she tried, they thought of come in her mouth disgusted her.

But now she grasped the shaft of the Mexican's cock with one hand. Her hand didn't reach anywhere near all the way around. As she brought her face down onto his cock, her nostrils were filled with the pungent smell of his rancid, unwashed body. The smell nearly drove Claudia mad with lust. 

"You lick first."

Claudia obeyed. First she licked up the bead of glistening cum on the head of his cock, savoring the salty taste. Then she ran her tongue down the long length of his shaft. She felt the roughness of his pubic hair with her tongue as she reached his balls.

"Now you suck."

Claudia opened her mouth wide to take in the huge cock. The Mexican grabbed two fistfuls of her hair and rammed his cock down her throat. She had never taken Mark's cock so deep into her throat. The sensation of the Mexican ramming his huge cock deep down her throat was incredibly exciting. The Mexican plunged his cock in and out of her mouth, grunting. Claudia imagined his come spurting down her throat, overflowing out her mouth and running down her chin.


Mark & Claudia Ch. 1



But the Mexican had other ideas. Roughly, he pulled her face off his cock. Claudia stood up, waiting for the Mexican to tell her what to do. He motioned for her to lean forward against the car. She obeyed, trembling with excitement.

The Mexican stood to the side, admiring her profile.

"Very pretty."

He ran his hand over her breast, across her stomach and down her leg. Claudia held her position against the hood of the car, breathing heavily. The Mexican positioned himself behind her. Claudia felt his hand at her crotch. Her pussy was very, very wet. She imagined the Mexican admiring her tight ass. She strained against his hand.

"I want better view."

The Mexican pulled up on the crotch of her panties. She felt the fabric slide in. She gasped. The Mexican ran his hand between her legs. She heard a click, and felt the cool steel of the blade as the Mexican cut through her panties. Her panties fell to the ground.

"Spread legs."

Claudia obeyed, spreading her legs as wide as she could. She felt the Mexican's hand and fingers between her legs. She imagined him admiring her cunt.

"Now I fuck you."

Claudia braced herself against the car. The Mexican rammed his cock deep into her. The force of the thrust was too much: Claudia pitched forward onto the hood of the car. She felt the warmth of the engine against her breasts and the side of her face. The Mexican grabbed her hips with both hands, and thrust into her hard. The thought of him watching her breasts spread out from her torso with the force of each thrust made Claudia come, in a long, shuddering orgasm.

Claudia always left the bathroom as quickly as she could, with the guilty feeling that someone must have heard or seen her masturbating furiously. Claudia said nothing of her fantasies to Mark. Mark did notice that Claudia was more eager in their lovemaking, but he attributed it to they're being on their honeymoon. The truth was that while she was making love to Mark, Claudia could not help imagining that she was in bed with the Mexican. She tried to stop herself, to concentrate on being with the man she loved, but it was no use. It was the Mexican's hands she felt on her body, the Mexican she felt thrusting into her.

When she wasn't overcome with excitement, masturbating furiously in the bathroom, Claudia was extremely disturbed by her fantasies. She knew that she had no desire to be with someone as violent, and crude, and unclean, as she imagined the Mexican in her fantasies. But then why did she have the fantasies? Claudia told herself that these thoughts would pass. She had had quite a shock, and it was natural for her to have a reaction. She knew that she had no desire to be with anyone other than Mark. 

But her rationalizations never stopped her from feeling guilty. She still felt confused. She thought it best not to say anything to Mark until she had figured out herself what was happening.

For his part, Mark tried not to think about the scene in the garbage dump. When he did think about it, he told himself that it was best to forget about it, so that he could concentrate on their honeymoon together.

Mark and Claudia decided not to visit the south of Mexico, as they had originally planned. So as to put their unpleasant experience as far behind them as they could, they decided to go immediately on to Guatemala.

Still, they had a wonderful time in Mexico City. As they were getting packed in their suite to go to the airport for their flight to Guatemala City, they agreed that they had never felt closer to one another.



Mark & Claudia Ch. 2



They had been warned that Guatemala City was dangerous. Once they had cleared customs and immigrations at the airport, they went together to find a policeman who could speak some English. As they walked through the small terminal, they were surrounded by touts offering them taxi rides into town. After their experience in Mexico, they were not tempted to let themselves be led out to an unknown taxi. They managed to find a policeman who understood English. Mark explained that they were worried about safety. Once he understood their concern, the policeman was very helpful. He escorted them out to a taxi, and told the taxi driver to take them to their hotel.

Their hotel in Guatemala City was a big step down from the Four Seasons--it was their own money they were spending now. Their guidebook had recommended the "Hotel Spring" as clean, safe, and cheap. Claudia could tell they were moving down when she called to make the reservation from Mexico City -- not only did the clerk who answered the phone barely speak English, but he asked her if she wanted a room with or without a private bath. Claudia reserved a room with a bath -- it was still less than twenty dollars a night.

They checked in to the hotel and carried their packs up the stairs to the room. Claudia inspected the bathroom, and decided it was clean enough. Mark lay down on the bed. It was only a double, but the mattress was firm. By this time, it was nearly six thirty in the evening. 

They had no firm itinerary for Guatemala. They knew they had twelve days in the country: that was how long they had before their flight to Ecuador and South America. Within those twelve days, they hoped to fly to the lowland jungle area of the Peten to see the famous Maya ruins of Tikal. They also wanted to visit the highlands north of Guatemala City. Claudia had always admired the colorful woven fabrics from Guatemala, and she wanted to visit the highland areas where they were made. Beyond these two destinations, they would go where fancy took them.

Claudia lay down on the bed beside Mark. There was just room for the two of them. They were both tired after a long day of traveling. As they let fatigue wash over them, they could feel a slight chill in the air -- like Mexico City, Guatemala City is high up, and it gets cold in the evening.

"How are you feeling?"

There was concern in Mark's voice. Claudia reached for Mark's hand, and they lay silently side-by-side, holding hands, for a moment before she answered.

"Still a little shaken, I guess. I'm really glad we decided to come straight on to Guatemala--it does feel like a new start. I really want this holiday to be fun."

"I do to."

Mark rolled over and hugged Claudia. They kissed.

"I love you, Claudia."

"I love you too, Mark."

"You hungry?"

Mark's tone was purposefully bright, changing the subject away from their experience in Mexico.

"Yes. I am."

"Then let's go eat!"

In a moment, they were out on the street in front of the hotel. Claudia took Mark's hand. The desk clerk had told them they would find restaurants around the corner. The streets were dark; as in many third-world countries, the street lighting was far from adequate. But Claudia and Mark felt secure walking together through the streets, hand in hand.

A few blocks from their hotel was a main street, with a riot of brightly-lit restaurant signs. Many were for international chains, or for chain knock-offs -- Burger Boy, McDonald's, Wimpy, Burger King. There were also some nondescript local restaurants, but they did not look very clean. After a short search, the young couple decided on Burger King. The menu was exactly the same as the menu back home in the States; they each had a hamburger, fries, and a soda. But they could tell they were not in the States -- a security guard stood vigilant inside the front door, cradling a shotgun. 

The short walk back to the hotel was uneventful, but it was now getting quite cold. Back in their room again, they were truly exhausted. Even though it was only eight thirty, they decided to go to bed. They were too tired to make love; they hugged and kissed and were soon asleep.

*************

The next morning, Claudia woke up at her customary six a.m. The Hotel Spring had no gym. Claudia did her fifteen minutes of floor exercises beside the bed, as quietly as she could so as not to wake Mark. For the weight exercises, she put three books into her day pack, and used it as best she could as a weight.

The first item on their agenda was to register at the U.S. embassy. When Claudia had called the State Department for advice before they left, they had told her that it was important to register with the embassy, so that they could get help if something went wrong. Things were safer now than they had been a few years ago, when there had been anti-American hysteria because of rumors that Americans were kidnapping Guatemalan babies for their organs. But it was still better to be careful.

The staffer at the embassy was very helpful. After she had taken photocopies of their passports, she told them that they should have no problem either in the highlands or at Tikal. The worst that they were likely to encounter were diarrhea and pickpockets. 

The staffer did tell them to be on the lookout for drug traffickers. A significant proportion of the marijuana and cocaine the reached the streets in the United States comes through Guatemala. Most originates in South America, but there is some drug production in Guatemala itself.

The staffer invited them to a reception that evening at the Ambassador's residence. She told them that not only would there be good food, but that they would be able to meet some prominent Guatemalans as well.

Claudia and Mark stopped for breakfast at a little café after they were done at the embassy. The embassy was in an upscale neighborhood, and it was not difficult for them to find a likely-looking place to eat breakfast. They ordered.

"What did you think about what the woman at the embassy told us?" Claudia asked.

"That's really good news about the situation here in Guatemala. It sounds like we won't have any problems."

"It made me feel a lot better. And what did you think about what she said about drug trafficking?"

"I'm sure we won't see anything," Mark answered. "We're hardly going off the beaten track. Besides, we're hardly the types to hang out with drug traffickers."

"That's true. Still, I think it's kind of exciting. Like being in a spy novel." Claudia had always been more adventurous than Mark. 

Over breakfast, they talked about their plans for Guatemala. They decided to leave early the next day for the ruins at Tikal. They would spend a couple of days at Tikal, and then come back to see the highlands.

They spent the rest of the morning and the afternoon walking around Guatemala City. While they visited the old churches in the city center, [fill in with more details of Guatemala City from the guidebook], the sights of the city were only a background for their feelings for one another. They walked hand-in-hand. 

As they stepped through the small wooden door into the [x] church, Mark turned to kiss Claudia. A small voice inside Claudia's head told her that their overt public displays of attention were disrespectful to the Guatemalans worshipping in the church. But she didn't care. It wouldn't matter where they were, Claudia thought. She loved Mark more than she had ever imagined she could love someone, and all she could think about was him.

Late that afternoon, they returned to their hotel room to change for the Embassy reception. The embassy staffer had assured them that the reception would be informal. Still, they thought it best to wear the dressiest clothes that they had with them. Mark put on a white shirt and a pair of pants whose only virtue was that they weren't jeans. Claudia put on a yellow cotton sun dress.

They were ready to go. Mark put his hand on Claudia's bare arm.

"You certainly are beautiful, Mrs. Pinter."

"Oh Mark."

Mark turned down to kiss Claudia. They kissed for a long time.

"Claudia, do you think it would be OK if we were a little late for the reception?"

Claudia didn't say anything, but kissed Mark even more passionately.

Mark gently disengaged his lips from Claudia's, and led her over to the bed. Staring into Claudia's eyes, Mark unbuttoned his shirt slowly. Claudia stood in front of him. Mark pulled off his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled them off, all without taking his eyes away from Claudia's. He carefully laid his pants on the chair. Slowly, he unzipped her dress at the back, and then pulled it over her head. Claudia stood in front of him in her bra and panties. Mark eased Claudia back onto the bed. He undid her bra, and pulled down her panties. 

Claudia could tell that Mark was very turned on -- he was a little rough in pulling off her panties. Claudia lay back and spread her legs. Mark admired her pussy for a moment before he thrust into her. He thrust hard. As he thrust, he whispered in Claudia's ear,

"You're a slut."

It always turned Claudia off when Mark said that to her. This time, she pretended she hadn't heard it. Claudia's silence only excited Mark more. He was no longer whispering.

"You're a slut. You're a slut. You're a…slut."

Mark always came quickly when he called her a slut. He lay on top of her, spent. He kissed her neck.

**************

The U.S. Ambassador's residence was in what was obviously an exclusive residential district. As the taxi carried Claudia and Mark through the streets, they were struck by the high concrete walls, many topped with barbed wire, and some even with guard towers, with the roofs of the mansions inside just visible over the tops of the walls. There was no sign of the indigenous street vendors who were ubiquitous in the neighborhood of their hotel. 

The gate to the Ambassador's residence was open, and after showing their invitation to the guard, they drove up the driveway to the house.

Claudia and Mark had been afraid that the reception would be a stuffy affair. They were pleasantly surprised. The reception was being held outside in the garden, with paper lanterns lighting the gathering dusk. There were at least a hundred people who had arrived before them. The sounds of conversation and laughter echoed through the trees. Everyone was dressed casually; if anything Mark and Claudia were overdressed. The guests looked like the guests at any American party. There were one or two blacks, but almost everyone else was fair-skinned. And tall. These were not the same people Claudia and Mark had seen earlier in the streets of the city. They had the sense of having stepped out of one world and into another.

Claudia and Mark stood indecisively in the doorway to the garden for a moment, not sure which knot of conversation to join. They headed towards a small group standing under a large tree whose silhouette stood out against a sky shading from deep blue to black. As they came closer, they could see that there were four people in the group: a young man, two young women, and an older woman.

Mark spoke first.

"I'm Mark Pinter, and this is my wife, Claudia."

"I'm Edward Thompson."

The young man had a slight but unmistakeable British accent. He had strong, angular features. He shook Claudia's hand first, and then Mark's.

Edward turned to the older woman.

"This is my mother, Francisca de Soto."

She shook their hands.

"Please call me Francisca."

Edward continued the introductions.

"Allow me to introduce my two sisters, Maria and Rosa."

The two young women standing beside their mother looked about the same age. Rosa was just about exactly Claudia's height and build; Maria was shorter and somewhat plump. They shook hands with Mark and Claudia hands. Edward continued.

"Maria and Rosa are just back from the States. They're at Stanford."

Edward made the statement as if it were the most natural thing in the world to be just back from Stanford. Claudia and Mark looked at each other. Their college was virtually unknown outside of Wisconsin. Fortunately, Edward continued.

"Are you visiting Guatemala?"

"Yes. We just arrived yesterday," Claudia answered.

"I hope you have a wonderful time in my country. There is so much to see and do here. You're Americans?"

Mark tried to match Edward's confident tone. Edward looked only a few years older than Mark and Claudia, but he had the air of casual authority common to the Guatemalan ruling class. 

"Yes. We're going to live in San Francisco when we get back."

"A beautiful city."

Edward's mother spoke up.

"Are you here for a vacation?"

When Claudia and Mark were at parties together, they usually took turns speaking in conversations. It was not something they had consciously decided to do; in fact they weren't aware that they did it. This time it was Claudia who answered.

"Yes. Actually, it's our honeymoon. We were just married."

"Congratulations! We must drink a toast to your happiness."

Edward motioned to a nearby waiter, who glided towards them across the lawn, apparently without effort. He held up his tray of half-full wine glasses. Edward handed his own glass to Rosa, and then took two glasses which he handed first to Claudia and then to Mark. He raised his glass.

"To your happiness."

They all drank together.

Rosa spoke first.

"Have you just come from the states?"

It was Claudia who spoke for the couple.

"Thank you. We've actually just come from Mexico--we started our holiday there."

"Wonderful. I hope you enjoyed Mexico?"

"Yes, we did."

Claudia stopped, not wanting to say anything more about their time in Mexico. Fortunately, Rosa changed the subject.

"What do you plan to see while you are in Guatemala?"

Mark answered Rosa's question.

"We want to go to the highlands, and to Tikal. We have reservations to fly to Flores tomorrow morning; we're hoping to spend tomorrow and the day after at Tikal."

Francisca broke in.

"Tikal is a magical place. The Mayas were great builders. Of course, you'd never guess, judging from the sorry state of the Indians today. If you are going to the Peten, you must come and stay at my house there. I have not been for a long time, but I have a house in the Maya Mountains south of Tikal. It is such a peaceful place. They aren't really mountains, just hills. But it is so beautiful. You must stay there. Edward, aren't you going up there tomorrow?"

Had Mark and Claudia been paying attention, they would have noticed that an odd expression crossed Edward's face as his mother invited them to come and stay at the family's house. No trace of the expression remained by the time Edward answered. He spoke as the perfect Latin host.

"Yes, I am going up -- but not until the day after tomorrow. And you must come and stay with me. I will send a car to Flores to pick you up."

Claudia and Mark were thrilled at the invitation. They quickly had the arrangements worked out with Edward. They would spend one day in Flores, exploring Tikal. Then Edward's driver would pick them up in Flores, and take them to the house in the hills. They would stay with Edward for three days, exploring the area around the farm, and then return to Tikal for another day exploring Tikal, before flying back to Guatemala to go on to the highlands. 

Mark and Claudia talked about their plans excitedly in the taxi back to their hotel.

******************

After they had made love that night in their hotel, and after Mark's breathing slowed and deepened in sleep, Claudia lay awake thinking. She still had not said anything to Mark about her fantasies of violent sex with the Mexican. Now that she was alone in the dark, she could feel the guilt again. She loved Mark more than anything. How could she have locked herself in the bathroom in the hotel room in Mexico, with Mark just on the other side of the door, and then imagined the Mexican raping her? And how could she not tell Mark about it? She had always told Mark everything.

As Claudia castigated herself for being unfaithful to Mark, even in her imagination, she began to see the reddish glow from burning garbage again. Her breathing quickened. Without thinking, she reached between her legs with her finger. Only a few minutes ago, it had been Mark making her wet. As she rubbed herself, she was once again leaning forward against the hood of the car, her legs spread wide behind her.

"Yes. Oh yes."

The sound of her own voice in the dark silence of the hotel room snapped Claudia out of her fantasy. What was she doing? Now she was fantasizing about another man and masturbating while she was in bed with her husband. Anxiously, Claudia listened to Mark's breathing. It was still slow and regular -- he was still asleep.

This was the first time Claudia had fantasized about the Mexican since they left Mexico City. She hadn't thought about the Mexican for more than 24 hours. Lying in the dark, she promised herself that she would do her best never to think about the Mexican again. And even if she did think about the Mexican, she would never again allow herself to fantasize about him. And she definitely would never masturbate again thinking about him.

Claudia felt better having made this resolution. She had never cheated on Mark, unless her fantasies counted as infidelity. She loved him. She desperately wanted her marriage to work. She had meant her wedding vows with all her heart. Their sex life was good. She was not going to be self-indulgent and allow herself to engage in destructive fantasies. If she needed excitement, she should find it with Mark.

Claudia tried to imagine making love with Mark in place of her fantasies about the Mexican. It was hard -- she wasn't overcome with excitement when she thought of Mark. And the scene with the Mexican kept on intruding. She turned the problem over in her mind, trying stubbornly to concentrate on making love with Mark. Claudia lay in the dark for many minutes, forcing herself to think only of making love with Mark. With time, it began to work. The Mexican stopped intruding, and she found herself getting excited thinking only of Mark.

Carefully, Claudia lifted the blankets. There was just enough light for her to see the shape of Mark's body against the white sheets. Claudia stroked Mark's soft cock. Mark began to wake up. Still half asleep, he moaned. Mark's cock grew and stiffened.

"That feels great."

Mark's voice was full of sleep. Claudia took his now erect cock into his mouth. She was now very aroused. She bobbed her head up and down on his cock, taking its full length into her mouth. She knew Mark was fully awake when she began to feel him thrusting into her mouth. She pulled her mouth off his cock.

"I want you to do it like this."

Claudia turned away from Mark, on her hands and knees. She knew that this was his favorite position, but it did not usually turn her on. Right now it did.

Mark quickly obliged, positioning himself behind Claudia. He began to thrust into her. Claudia was absorbed completely by the sensation of Mark inside her. She came in waves. Mark thrust a few more times into Claudia, and then he came too. They collapsed slowly forward onto the bed, Mark's cock still inside Claudia.

Mark could feel his cock about to fall out of Claudia. He rolled off. They kissed.

"I love you, Mark."

"I love you too. That was incredible."

"If you're good, we can do it again some time."

Claudia got up to go to the bathroom. When she came back, they lay together, cuddling. Mark fell asleep first again. Claudia lay awake for a few minutes longer, silently repeating her promise that she would think only about Mark from now on.



Mark & Claudia Ch. 3



Claudia and Mark's flight left early in the morning from Guatemala City. They were in Flores, the capital of the department of the Petén, before nine. Flores is actually a small island in the middle of lake Peten Itza, connected to the mainland by a narrow causeway. It consists mainly of tourist hotels and restaurants. The hotels all face out onto the lake. The level of the lake is rising, and many of the hotels are now literally in the water. The effect is incongruous -- a motley wall of modern hotels dropping straight into the lake.

Claudia and Mark checked into their hotel, the Hotel Peten. The Hotel Peten was just as modest as their hotel in Guatemala City. They had their own bathroom, but not much else. Their room had a view out over the lake. They could see the dusty sprawl of the rest of the town (actually called Santa Elena), across the water on the mainland. It was very hot. 

From the moment the flight attendant opened the door of the plane, Claudia and Mark had felt the heat. Within a few minutes, their clothes were damp with sweat. It was so hot they found it difficult to breathe. Their hotel did not have air conditioning, but the overhead fan provided some relief.

On the phone from Guatemala City, they had arranged to go directly to Tikal from the hotel. Pushing against the enervating heat, Claudia and Mark hurried downstairs to catch the bus. It was a small, modern bus, but without air conditioning. From their hotel, the bus drove slowly around the island, picking up other tourists from their hotels. By the time they were making their way across the causeway to the mainland, the bus was full. 

Claudia and Mark were too hot to make the effort to try to participate in any of the conversations going on around them. The other tourists were evidently better acclimatized to the heat; there were several lively conversations going on. It would have been difficult for Claudia and Mark to join in in any event. There was one couple near the front of the bus who seemed to be speaking English to one another, but the others were speaking what sounded like German, French and maybe Italian.

It is not far from Flores to Tikal, less than an hour. Admission was included in the price of their tour. So was a tour guide, but Claudia and Mark had already decided that they would make their own way around the ruins. They would come back after visiting Edward and take a guided tour; today they wanted to walk around together to admire the ruins.

The ruins of Tikal are enormous. To explore the entire site would take weeks if not months. To see only the largest and most important ruins at the center of the site, where most tourists go, takes at least two days.

The ruins at Tikal were left by the Mayas. Tikal was mostly deserted by about 1,150 years ago. At its height, it had a population of perhaps 100,000 people. The ruins consist of temples, pyramids and other buildings, all built of white limestone. There are hieroglyphs and other designs carved on stone stelae, and on the buildings. It is even possible to see original Maya graffiti, where more recent graffiti has not obliterated it.

Claudia and Mark spent a happy four hours in the ruins. They had a guidebook which helped them understand what they were seeing. Claudia and Mark, but especially Mark, were overwhelmed by the splendor of the ruins. It was Mark who raced to the top of Temple IV, the highest temple in the ruins, at some 210 feet high.

Both of them, but especially Claudia, also appreciated the setting for the ruins. The ruins are in the midst of the virgin rainforest that reclaimed the land when the Mayas left, and there is a wealth of plant, animal and insect life to see. Claudia was thrilled when she managed to coax several tarantulas from their burrows in the ground with long stalks of grass.

Back in Flores that night, Claudia and mark had pizza for dinner at a pizzeria called “Picasso.” Their pizza was surprisingly good.

******************

They woke up early the next morning. Edward had told them to be at the mainland end of the causeway by six in the morning. They were up at five. It was just starting to get light; they could hear the sound of roosters crowing faintly across the water. They got dressed quickly, and were in the street, their packs on their backs, by five thirty. It was a bright, clear morning. The heat would not begin for another few hours.

Mark spoke first.

"Excited?"

"Yes. This is going to be fun."

"I wonder what Edward's house will be like?"

"I bet he has servants. Probably horses too."

"Of course he does. His family is part of the ruling elite."

They had reached the causeway. Guatemalans get up early; there were already a few people out on the road. They walked at the edge of the causeway, away from the occasional truck or bus that drove by, kicking up dust and gravel.

Edward's driver was waiting for them at the end of the causeway. He was dark and looked very Guatemalan. He was driving a brand new black four wheel drive Isuzu Trooper.

"Hello. Mark, Claudia?"

He had a heavy accent.

“Yes.” Mark answered.

"Please."

He motioned for them to get in the back seat. He put their knapsacks in the rear of the vehicle. Without another word, he got in and they were off.

Claudia leaned forward, her phrase-book in hand.

"Como te llamas?"

Her pronunciation of "what is your name" was far from perfect, but the driver evidently understood the question.

"Ruperto."

"Cuantas horas de viaje son?"

"Son dos horas y media. No es lejos."

"Gracias."

Claudia turned to Mark.

"His name is Ruperto. He says that it's not far; two and a half hours drive from here."

Santa Elena is not a large town. They were soon past the outskirts. The countryside was mostly pasture, with a few grazing cattle. There were some stretches of jungle. It was very flat. They passed several small towns. The road was unpaved. Ruperto drove a fast slalom, avoiding most of the potholes. 

An hour into the journey, small round hills began to appear. There were now patchwork fields of corn running up and down the hills on both sides of the road. Some of the fields were blackened from having recently been burnt. The road began to climb between and around the hills. The potholes got bigger, and Ruperto slowed the Isuzu.

After half an hour of gentle, winding ascent, Ruperto turned off the main road and onto a dirt track. He stopped the vehicle and engaged the four wheel drive. It had obviously been raining here; the track was very muddy. Ruperto drove slowly, but the vehicle still skidded from side to side in the mud. In places, the Isuzu got stuck. Ruperto would rock the vehicle forward and backwards in the mud, the tires spinning furiously, until they were free.

The hills around them were virgin jungle, with occasional small plots of corn. Some plots had been freshly cleared; they could see the charred remains of the forest that had been cut and burnt. The track continued to climb, although twice it dropped steeply down to a river. There were no bridges. The rivers were broad but not deep, and the Isuzu forded them without difficulty.

As they drove deeper into the jungle, Claudia found herself remembering Edward’s angular features and his British accent. He was certainly a man of mystery. And very sexy.

They came to a wooden gate. Ruperto got out of the car, unlocked it, and swung it open. Beyond the gate were broad grassy fields, with horses grazing. The fields were enclosed by striking white limestone cliffs, topped with dark green rainforest. They could see the outlines of a river snaking along the cliffs furthest away from them. To their left, on a small hillock, was a house. They drove up.

Edward was standing waiting for them at the front of the house.

"Welcome to Callejon de las Flores!"

Edward shook hands warmly with Claudia and Mark.

"Gracias, Ruperto."

Ruperto got back in the Isuzu, and drove around back of the house.

"The name means 'canyon of flowers,'" Edward explained. "Did you have a good trip?"

"Yes, thanks," Mark answered. "Ruperto is a fast driver."

"He knows the road well. He has worked for my family for many years. Come, let me show you the house."

The house was larger than it looked from the outside. The floor was cool white tile. The walls were high, and fans turned slowly overhead. The house was immaculately decorated. They would never have guessed that they were deep in the jungle. 

Edward showed them to their room. Their backpacks were already leaning neatly against the canopied bed. Through the open window, they could see the river and the white cliffs beyond.

"You'll want time to settle in. Why don't you join me for a late breakfast in an hour?"

"Thank you Edward. This is wonderful," Claudia answered.

Edward closed the door behind him. Claudia and Mark looked at one another, and then looked together out the window. They could hear the sounds of the forest. It was very peaceful.

Mark gave Claudia a quick kiss, and then went into the bathroom to shower. Claudia looked out the window for a moment. She had never seen anything as lush as this. It was beautiful.

Claudia stripped down to her bra and panties. She got on the floor to do her leg lifts. She could feel the cool breeze from the slow overhead fan against her back and her leg as she began her exercises.

*************

When they came in to the dining room an hour later, Edward was sitting at the table, talking to a dark-haired woman. They stood as the couple came in.

"Claudia, Mark, allow me to introduce Sibila. She manages this farm for my family."

Sibila shook hands with Mark and Claudia.

"Please, sit. Breakfast will be served momentarily." Edward continued.

"Edward say you like to go riding."

Sibila spoke with an accent. She had more Guatemalan blood than Edward; her skin was darker. However, she was taller and slimmer than most Guatemalan women. She obviously had some Spanish ancestors.

"Wouldn't it be great to go riding?" Claudia asked Mark.

"I'd love to go. We want to explore as much of this area as we can."

"Could we ride through the trees? I've always wanted to see a rainforest up close."

As they were speaking, a short, dark woman with her hair tied severely back silently brought in heaping plates of toast, scrambled eggs, bacon, and tortillas. There were already two silver coffee pots and two large jugs of orange juice on the table.

"Of course. Then it's settled. Sibila will take you riding. Please, help yourselves."

Edward poured the coffee. They all dug in.

"I would go with you, but I have some business I must attend to on the farm. I will join you later this afternoon. Perhaps we can go swimming."

After breakfast, Edward led them around to the stables. A stable boy had four horses waiting for them. Claudia and Mark had each been riding before, but they were by no means experienced riders. Sibila helped Claudia up into her saddle. Claudia was surprised by how strong Sibila was. Mark was able to get up into his saddle without assistance.

They started off. Edward went first. Mark and Claudia rode slowly and hesitantly behind him. Sibila brought up the rear. 

Edward turned to the young couple.

"I must be off to attend to the business I mentioned. I'll see you later this afternoon."

Edward galloped on ahead. Mark and Claudia's horses made to follow Edward's mount, but they were able to pull up on the reins to stop their horses. 

As they rode slowly on, they watched Edward gallop to the river and across a small footbridge. Then he climbed at amazing speed up a steep forested path. In a moment, he had reached the summit. He turned to wave at them, and then he was gone.

Sibila came up to ride beside Mark and Claudia. The land was flat and grassy all the way to the river, and they rode three abreast. In another few minutes they had come to the bridge that Edward had crossed. Sibila brought her horse to a halt.

"Better I go first. The path is narrow. You stay close behind, OK?"

Sibila started across the bridge, with Mark and Claudia following. The bridge was narrow, but the horses were evidently used to the crossing, as they showed no fear. Only a few feet below, the water was the color of milk chocolate. The river ran deep and fast.

On the other side, they could see the beginnings of the path that Edward had taken. It rose steeply through rainforest, between two sheer white cliffs. The summit above them was obscured by the trees, but the cliffs were at least two hundred feet high. Sibila did not take the forest path, but turned right onto a track that cut between the cliffs and the river.

Mark shouted ahead to Sibila.

"What's on the other side of the cliff?"

"Very dangerous. Best you no go that way."

"But what's up there?"

"Coffee trees. We grow coffee here."

Sibila slapped her mount, and they cantered along the path beside the river. Although the path was more or less level, it was very narrow. The cliffs to their left were so close that they could have reached out and touched them. The river was only a foot or so below them on their right. With any more rain, the river would swallow the path entirely. Tree branches swept past them in the river. The river was running very fast.

After ten minutes, they were nearing the point at which the pasture on the other side of the river gave way to rainforest. Sibila slowed her horse to a walk, and turned to speak to the couple.

"Here begins the forest."

One moment there was pasture across the river; the next moment there was a dense wall of vegetation, with huge trees reaching high overhead into the sunlight. The jungle was full of noises. They could hear the songs and chirps of many different birds. There were also choruses of insects louder than anything they had ever heard before. One sound was like the hum of high tension wires, only much louder. There was also another loud whirring that rose and fell rhythmically, as if a thousand insects were trying to start their tiny chainsaws in unison.

They rode along for another half an hour beside the river, always with white cliffs on their left. The jungle on the other side continued unbroken. 

They came to a small clearing at the base of the cliffs. A huge tree had been felled from the other side of the river to form a narrow log bridge across the river.

"Best we leave the horses here."

They dismounted, and Sibila tied their horses to a tree.

"Isn't this fabulous?" Claudia asked.

"Yes. It's unbelievable," Mark answered.

"Come. You can see something very old."

Sibila started across the log. She walked confidently, apparently unfazed by the water flowing swiftly below her. Mark and Claudia exchanged a glance. Claudia went first. Once she was on the log, it wasn't so bad. Someone had cut away at the wood to create a flat footpath. Still, she walked slowly and carefully. Mark followed close behind.

Sibila was waiting for them at the other side.

"This way."

She started off into the forest. The narrow path snaked through the trees. The largest trees had huge web-like buttresses supporting them. It was cool and dim on the forest floor. The forest had looked thick and impenetrable, but now that they were amongst the trees, there was surprisingly little undergrowth.

The path started to climb gently, then leveled off. Sibila stopped.

"Look."

She swept her outstretched arm around her. Mark and Claudia realized that they had entered a huge amphitheater. Except for where they had entered, they were surrounded by sloping walls or buildings. The forest had not been cleared, but beneath the trees and the undergrowth, they could clearly see the white stones. In places, the walls were almost a hundred feet high. The plaza in the center was perhaps a hundred yards across. When they looked more closely, they could see that stone stelae were scattered through the trees. A few were standing upright, but most had fallen over. Some were almost entirely covered with vegetation.

Mark walked over to the nearest stelae, with Claudia close behind. The stelae was covered with figures and hieroglyphs.

"What is this place called?" Claudia asked.

"The campesinos call it Piedras Hundidas -- it means ‘sunken stones.’"

Claudia and Mark spent the next hour and a half exploring the unexcavated ruins, hand in hand. It was impossible to tell what the buildings had looked like before they were buried by the jungle. At the near end of the plaza, what had looked like a wall turned out to be one side of a huge pyramid. The top of the pyramid was a much smaller plaza, surrounded by three small pyramids. They might have been temples. Some of the stones that they could see through the undergrowth were carved; some clearly had hieroglyphs on them.

The ruins had a slightly ominous quality to them. It was dark under the trees. Some of the fantastic carved figures were sinister: earth monsters with enormous jaws, fierce jaguars, and beasts that looked like nothing they had ever seen before. On one of the stelae was what Mark thought was a kneeling captive being beheaded. The carving had eroded over the years, and Claudia could not see the figure as clearly as Mark could.

"How old do you think this is?" Mark asked Sibila. While they had been wandering all over the ruins, Sibila had stayed down in the plaza. Having finished their explorations, Claudia and Mark had now rejoined her.

"I do not know. Maybe one thousand two hundred, one thousand three hundred years."

Mark thought of all the people who must be buried under the forest. Kings and peasants, all were food for the trees. He tried to imagine what the site looked like when it was new, with light and talking and colors and people everywhere. Now there was only the forest growing silently.

"Come. Edward will be at the house. Let us go."

In silence, they walked down the path to the river. As they came out of the forest, the light of the sun was blinding. As they crossed the fallen log over the river, the dark ruin seemed part of another world.

The horses were where they had left them. The horses strained to canter as they started back. They knew which way was home. The forest gave way to pasture, and they could see the house in the distance.

Edward was waiting for them when they reached the front of the house.

"Did you have a good ride?"

"The ruins were huge! This place is amazing. I'm glad we came." Mark answered.

"I am too. Thank you, Sibila, for taking us."

"It was my pleasure." Sibila was already leading the horses around to the stables.

"Come inside. Why don't you get changed, and meet us in the back for a swim?"

*********************

Claudia and Mark expected that they would be swimming in the river. But when they found their way to the back of the house, they found Edward and Sibila swimming in a good-sized swimming pool.

"Come join us!" Edward called out.

Mark and Claudia eased their way slowly into the water at the shallow end of the pool. The water was pleasantly cool.

Edward had climbed out of the pool and was at the end of the diving board. He bounced once, executed a perfect single forward somersault, and knifed cleanly into the water. Claudia and Mark could not help noticing how muscular he was.

Mark was next at the diving board. He managed a simple but clean dive. As he sped on his brief trajectory through the air, Mark could feel the warmth of the sun on his back. The air was hot, and it was delicious to enter the cool water.

They swam and dove for an hour as the afternoon wore on. By the time they all climbed out of the pool, it was nearly five o'clock. Edward suggested that they sit at the side of the pool, as it was not yet time for dinner. 

Edward went inside to make drinks. When he came back, the four of them sat under the large beach umbrella, pleasantly tired, admiring the view of the pasture and of the cliffs beyond.




Mark & Claudia Ch. 3



With a start, Claudia realized that Edward was staring at her. In his bathing suit, Edward was really extremely sexy. She must have been staring at him without realizing it. Blushing, he turned away.

Mark and Sibila were talking about the farm.

"We grow coffee here. We have two hundred hectares. We sell it in the USA. Do you know Starbuck's?"

“Yes, I do.” Mark answered.

"The coffee grows on trees?" Claudia asked.

Eduward answered. "Bushes, really. The ripe berry is red. The campesinos harvest it by hand, and then it is dried."

"We'd love to see the coffee plants," Mark broke in.

"Unfortunately, the climb up the hill is just too dangerous. I couldn't allow you to risk it. But you’ll find that there is still plenty to see around here."

Edward paused.

"Well, why don't we go inside? Dinner will be ready in another half an hour."

Dinner was served by the same silent woman. They had an avocado salad, followed by enormous steaks. There was plenty of red wine. Sibila did not join them for dinner. Edward explained that she was overseeing the preparation of the horses. She and Edward were getting up before dawn to ride to the farthest part of the farm, to oversee the start of the coffee harvest. They would be back after lunch, and he would then take them out riding, if they liked. In the morning, they were free to wander around the farm.

Claudia and Mark were in their room by eight. Claudia hadn’t noticed during dinner, but Mark had clearly drunk a lot of wine. Claudia was tipsy, but Mark was drunk. He kissed her passionately. He reached between her legs and felt her pussy.

“Tell me what you are.”

He was speaking loudly. Claudia was afraid that people would overhear.

“Quietly, Mark. Quietly.”

“Tell me what you are. Tell me.”

Claudia was tipsy enough that she played along.

“I’m a slut, Mark.”

“That’s right. You’re a slut. Now show me what you do, slut.”

Claudia knew what Mark wanted her to do. He wanted her to play with herself while she said that she was a slut. Sometimes, she did it. But tonight she was finding it very hard. Did he have to be so crass about it? Without feeling, she climbed onto the bed. She spread her legs and stroked herself through the crotch of her panties.

“I’m a slut, Mark.”

“Not like that. Be a slut.”

Roughly, Mark grabbed her panties and pulled them off.

“Now do it, slut.”

Mark had undone his pants, and was masturbating.

Something snapped in Claudia.

“Mark, you are sick. I will not demean myself to satisfy your perverted fantasies. I am not a slut, and I will not act like one.”

Mark looked stunned. Then he looked very hurt.

“But Claudia…”

“I do not want to talk about it. I am going to go to sleep. Good night.”

Claudia took off her blouse and got under the covers at the far edge of the bed. She closed her eyes.

After a moment’s silence, she heard Mark undress and climb into bed. Thankfully, he did not try to touch her. He must have been very drunk, because in a moment she heard his breathing slow as he fell asleep.

Claudia lay staring at the ceiling in the near-total darkness for a long time. She thought again and again of what a boor Mark was. Why couldn’t he be like Edward, refined and cultured?

**********************

Claudia woke as usual at six the next morning. It was another bright sunny day. Looking out, she could see that it had rained during the night, as the grass was still very wet. She remembered the events of the night before.

Quietly, so as not to wake Mark, Claudia did her exercises on the floor beside the bed. Claudia always found this the most peaceful part of the day. She had gone through her routine so many times that she no longer had to think about what she was doing. While she exercised, she thought about what she had to do during the day, or worked through things that were bothering her. This morning, she thought about her fight with Mark last night. She knew they were going to have to make up. She had probably gone too far in what she had said. But it was true -- he was sick. Maybe she shouldn’t have said it, but it was true.

Claudia decided she would go for a run. By herself. But as she was putting on her running shoes, she heard Mark stir.

“Where are you going, Claudia?”

“Running.”

“You can’t go running by yourself.”

“I’ll do what I like.”

“I’m going with you.”

“Suit yourself.”

Claudia stood by the door.

“Hurry.”

Mark was ready very quickly.

Claudia led out onto the front driveway. Claudia was already warmed up from her exercises, but Mark kept up.

Claudia ran towards the footbridge over the river. They ran silently, Claudia slightly ahead. The air was cool, and the wet grass glistened in the sun. It was a beautiful morning.

Within five minutes, they were crossing the footbridge. The river had dropped a little, but it was still swollen.

Claudia did not turn to the right. Instead, she charged straight up the path which Edward had climbed on horseback the day before. Mark stopped.

"Claudia! What are you doing? They told us that it was dangerous to go this way!"

Claudia did not turn around.

"Suit yourself."

With that, Claudia ran determinedly up the hill. Seeing that she was not going to turn back, Mark followed her. The trail was very steep. It snaked back and forth in a forested ravine between the two cliff-faces. The sun was still on the far side of the hill and it was quite dark in the forest. Claudia and Mark focused on the ground in front of their feet, avoiding roots and stones as best they could.

They ran hard. Their lungs ached with the strain, but they kept pushing up the trail. Claudia thought she still had a long way to go when she was suddenly dazzled by the sun in her face as she reached the summit. She stopped. Mark came up beside her. They stood at the summit together while their breathing slowed, looking out over the landscape below.

Directly in front of them, the land dropped gently down a forested slope. Perhaps a quarter of a mile away, the slope gave way to a flat plain. The plain was completely carpeted in coffee bushes. The dark green of the plantation continued uninterrupted to another set of cliffs, faint in the distance. The sun had only risen a little above the distant cliffs, and the bushes shone in the morning light. They could see a river, bright silver in the sunlight, looping across the plain.

Claudia started down the path ahead of them. 

"Claudia!"

Claudia ignored Mark's shout and kept going. Mark started after her. The path had broadened into a dirt road. Although the slope was relatively gentle, Mark could feel each footfall in his knees, as they absorbed the force of the descent.

Claudia could feel every part of her body working together as she ran down the hill. She could feel the sun on her face each time it broke through the leafy canopy overhead. She felt wonderful. She ran faster.

The had reached the plain. They could see the first of the bushes ahead of them. To their right was a low concrete building. Claudia was getting winded again. She stopped. Mark stopped beside her. They both stood, bent over, hands above their knees, catching their breath.

It did not take them long to get their wind back. Curious, Claudia walked over to the building. Mark followed. The door was open.

The building was long and the ceiling was low. At the level of the doorway, a grid of straight iron catwalks spread out through the building. Between the catwalks, great vats dropped down to the floor below. As Claudia and Mark walked along one of the catwalks into the building, they could see that inside the vats was a slurry of what looked like leaves. Judging from the overpowering smell, the liquid in the vats was kerosene.

Claudia and Mark heard two loud clicks in quick succession behind them. They turned.

Edward and Sibila were standing just inside the doorway. Each was holding a very serious-looking sub-machine gun. They looked ready to use them.

"You were not very smart to take that path." Edward's voice was cold.

Mark held out his hands and began to step forward, as if to speak.

"Don't move! Put your hands in the air, slowly. We will not hesitate to shoot."

Claudia and Mark put their hands in the air.

"Sibila."

Edward motioned with his head for Sibila to step forward. The barrel of his machine gun did not waver. Sibila walked towards the young couple, on the next catwalk over. She walked slowly, her machine gun always pointed toward them.

Mark and Claudia did not dare turn around as Sibila passed them. They heard her walk up behind them.

"Claudia. Step forward three paces." Edward's voice was commanding. Trembling, Claudia did as she was told. 

Mark watched Claudia step forward. He heard Sibila behind him. He felt the machine gun barrel against the small of his back. He closed his eyes, unable to imagine what it would feel like when the bullets ripped through his stomach. But Mark did not feel the bullets. Instead, he felt a cool, moist cloth against his mouth and nose. There was a sharp smell, and he felt consciousness fading.

Sibila lowered his limp body carefully to the catwalk. She stepped over him and came up behind Claudia. Claudia felt the barrel against her back, and braced herself for the bullets she knew were coming. She saw Sibila's hand reach around covered with a white cloth, and smelled the sharp smell. She felt the cool wetness for only a moment before she lost consciousness.



Mark & Claudia Ch. 4



Claudia woke up. She could feel that she was lying on something soft and warm. She opened her eyes, and sat up slowly. 

She was in what looked like a woman's bedroom, lying on a made-up bed. In front of her was a dresser, with a set of expensive-looking perfume bottles. To her right was a walk-in closet and a bathroom. To her left was a closed door. There were no windows. The room was utterly silent.

There was no sign of Mark.

Claudia swung her feet onto the floor. The floor was gritty under her bare feet. It looked like it had not been swept in a while. She looked for her shoes, but there was no sign of them.

She walked across to the door. It was locked. She pulled on the handle. The door was solidly seated in the frame -- it did not move even slightly. 

Claudia walked into the closet. It was huge. It was only partly full; there were many empty hangers. The clothes belonged to a woman. Claudia could not see any pants, only skirts and dresses. There was no sign of her runners; all the shoes seemed to be pumps. The lingerie was mainly black, and mostly lacy. 

Claudia looked for another door in the walk-in closet, but there was none. She turned to explore the rest of the room. The perfume was what it had looked like: expensive. The bathroom was very tastefully decorated. There was a tub with a shower, a sink and a toilet. The medicine cabinet over the sink was empty. There were clean towels on the rack.

Looking at herself in the bathroom mirror, Claudia thought she must have been brought on a long journey to get here. Her face was dirty; her hair was a mess. Her leotard and tights were dirty; there was also a large tear in one leg.

Claudia sat down on the bed. What had happened to her? She remembered going into the building, Edward and Sibila with the machine guns, her fear, and then the cloth over her mouth and nose.

Where was Mark? Edward could have killed her; he had chosen not to do so. If he hadn't killed her, he probably hadn't killed Mark. Claudia was not convinced by her own logic. She was very afraid for Mark, even more afraid than she was for herself.

What could she do? There was no obvious way to escape. She was filthy. Claudia decided the first thing to do was to shower and clean herself up.

There was expensive soap and shampoo set out in the shower. There was lots of hot water -- the shower felt wonderful. She dried herself off. The towels were luxuriously thick.

Rather than put her dirty clothes back on, Claudia headed for the closet. She rummaged through the lingerie. Everything felt clean; it all looked like it was about her size. Some of the panties were little more than black strings and a belt. She tried to find the least revealing pair. She tried on several. All fit her. She finally settled on a pair that at least covered her crotch. The fabric still rose up to expose all of her hips.

The bras were no better. Most of them did not even cover her nipples. She managed to find one that did, barely.

She chose a red sun dress that came down to just below her crotch, and that had shoulder straps that snapped on at the front. The dress at least covered her bra. Whoever lives here has strange taste, Claudia thought.

The pumps fit her as well. Claudia picked a black pair with the lowest heels she could find. The heels were still a good inch high.

The outfit would not have been Claudia's first choice, but at least it was clean.

Claudia went to try the door again. It was still securely locked. She walked back towards the bed.

She heard the door open behind her.

"Welcome to my little hide-away."

It was Edward at the door.

"Why don't you come with me."

Edward turned and walked down the hall beyond the doorway. Claudia thought for a moment, and then followed. There was nothing that Edward could do to her outside the room that he couldn't do to her if she stayed in the room. There was more likely to be a chance to escape outside the room.

Edward led her to what looked like a combined living room and dining room at the other end of the hall. There was a sofa with a coffee table in front of it. Against the far wall was a table, with six chairs around it. Through a door, Claudia could see the kitchen.

"What are you going to do?"

Claudia could not help herself asking the question.

"I have a problem. I like you. I like you and Mark. If I didn't like you, I would have killed you in the processing shed. But I didn't kill you. And hence my problem.

"I need to know if you are agents. If you're not agents, then I will let you go. If you are agents, then I will kill you. It is that simple.."

Claudia broke in.

"But we're not agents. We're just on our honeymoon. You don't need to kill us."

"I wish I could believe you. I'm afraid you would say the same thing whether or not you were an agent. I need to be certain. And so I've devised a little test. I am certain that by the end of this test, I will know if you are really an innocent married couple on their honeymoon, or if you are agents."

"What are you going to do?"

Claudia was scared. She thought of all the James Bond movies she had seen, and of all the horrible things that were done to make people talk.

"The test is very simple. I think you will even come to like it. There are only two rules: you must do everything I tell you to do, exactly as I tell you to do it; and you must answer every question that I ask, truthfully."

"How long will this take?"

"It will take several days. If you are not agents, you will not be physically harmed. There may be other consequences, but that will be up to you."

"Now I think we should begin."

Eduardo looked at Claudia appraisingly.

"Get onto the coffee table. On your hands and knees."

Claudia had not expected that Edward would say anything like this. She did not move. "What do you mean?"

"I neglected to tell you that if you do not obey me, I will be forced to punish you."

"Now get up on the coffee table, or I will punish you."

Claudia was very scared. The situation was getting completely out of her control.

"Please, Edward. Don't make me do this."

"There is one other thing that I neglected to tell you. You may not call Edward."

"Now, get onto the coffee table. On your hands and knees."

Claudia climbed onto the coffee table, on her hands and knees. What else could she do?

Edward looked approvingly at her.

"Now Claudia. We are going to have a little anatomy lesson. I am going to ask you some questions. You must answer these questions truthfully. If you do not, I will punish you."

Claudia did not say anything.

Edward reached under Claudia. Claudia shrank away from his hand. 

"Don't move."

Edward cupped her breast through the fabric of her dress.

"What's this, Claudia?"

Claudia said nothing. 

"Claudia, you must answer me."

Edward began to trace the outline of her nipple with his finger.

"What is this, Claudia?"

In spite of her terror, Claudia found the sensation of Edward's hand massaging her nipple arousing. She tried to ignore the sensation, and to think instead of trying to escape.

"Answer me, Claudia."

"My breast." Claudia's voice was scarcely a whisper.

"That's a start, Claudia. But the language is scarcely appropriate. Now tell me, what is this, Claudia?"

Edward undid the straps of Claudia's dress. The fabric slid away from Claudia's black bra. Her breasts were very full. Edward cupped Claudia's left breast in his hand, feeling its weight.

"I don't know. It's my breast." Claudia whispered. She was transfixed by the sensation of Edward's hand on her breast.

"Claudia, answer me. What is this?"

Edward unhooked Claudia's bra. It slid down her arms. Her breasts hung free. Edward could see that her nipples were hard. She was breathing quickly. Edward traced the edge of her exposed nipple.

"Tell me Claudia."

Claudia had forgotten about trying to escape. All her attention was focused on Edward's hand on her breast. The word came from somewhere inside Claudia scarcely recognized as being part of her.

"My tit."

"Very good. Say it again."

Edward felt Claudia's other breast. Claudia spoke again, her voice still barely above a whisper.

"My tits."

"And what am I doing, Claudia?"

Claudia answered softly.

"You're feeling my tits."

Claudia's nipples were now very erect.

"Very good, Claudia."

Edward ran his hand slowly along Claudia's stomach, and up over the curve of her buttocks. He reached under her dress. Claudia could feel his hand against her buttock through the thin fabric of her panties. 

"What's this, Claudia?"

Claudia paused. Again, the word came from someplace strange, deep inside her.

"My ass."

"Very good, Claudia."

Edward grasped Claudia's black panties. Slowly, he pulled them down. He traced his finger down between her buttocks, around her anus and down to her pussy. He felt the slit of her cunt with his finger. It was wet. Claudia held her breath.

"What's this, Claudia?"

Edward ran his finger up and down her slit.

"My pussy," Claudia whispered.

"What else do you call this, Claudia?"

Claudia hesitated.

"Tell me."

"My cunt." Claudia was still whispering.

"Very good. And what is your cunt for?"

Again Claudia hesitated.

"Claudia, you know what your cunt is for. Tell me." Edward's voice was gentle.

Almost inaudibly, Claudia found herself answering, the words scarcely her own.

"It's for fucking."

"Louder, Claudia."

Claudia spoke louder.

"It's for fucking."

As he spoke, Edward inserted his finger into her vagina. It slid in with a wet slurping sound.

"Very good. Do you know what I'm going to do?"

Claudia spoke softly.

"You're going to fuck me."

Edward parted Claudia's wet cunt lips with his finger.

"That's right, Claudia. And how am I going to fuck you?"

"From behind. You're going to fuck me from behind."

"Claudia." Edward's voice was a command.

"You're going to fuck me like a dog. You're going to fuck me on my hands and knees like a dog."

"That's right, Claudia. I am going to fuck you. But first we will finish our anatomy lesson."

With his finger, Edward traced the rim of Claudia's asshole.

"What's this?"

Claudia hesitated.

"Claudia, answer me. What is this?"

Very quietly, Claudia answered.

"My asshole."

"And what is your asshole for?"

"No. Please don't make me say it."

"Say it, Claudia."

Edward inserted his finger up her anus.

"My asshole is for fucking."

"Very good, Claudia."

Edward came around to the other end of the table. With his finger, he traced the edge of Claudia's lips.

"What's this, Claudia?"

"It's my mouth."

"And what is your mouth for, Claudia?"

Claudia hesitated. Edward ran his finger around the inside of her lips.

"My mouth is for sucking cock."

Edward inserted his finger into Claudia's mouth. Her cheeks formed two concave hollows as she sucked it.

"Very good. You have done well on your anatomy lesson."

Edward pulled his finger slowly out of her mouth.

"Now I will ask you another question. Answer it truthfully." Edward paused. 

"Have you ever fantasized about anyone other than your husband fucking you?"

"No." Claudia's voice was small and scared. The spell of a moment before had been broken.

"Claudia, don't make me punish you. Answer me truthfully."

"Don't make me say it. Please don't make me say it." Claudia was in tears.

"Answer the question, Claudia."

"Yes! I have! I have!," Claudia sobbed.

Edward paused. He walked slowly around behind Claudia. He began to feel her wet slit.

"Tell me what you imagined, Claudia."

"It was a Mexican."

"And what did he do?"

"He made me do things."

"Show me what he made you do. Show me everything that he makes you do, from the beginning."

Claudia hesitated.

"Do exactly what you do in your fantasy, and say exactly what you say in your fantasy. Understood?"

"Yes."

"Now show me."

Hesitatingly, Claudia climbed off the table. It was very different acting out her fantasy for someone else. She stood facing Edward, trembling. The front of her dress hung down around her waist, exposing her full breasts. Her panties were still down around her knees.

"Take your panties off, Claudia."

Claudia obeyed, stepping slowly out of her panties. She could feel how wet she was.

"Now tell me what the Mexican does."

"He feels my tits."

Edward roughly grabbed Claudia's breasts with his hands.

"Like this?"

"Yes."

"And then what?"

"He feels me."

"What does he feel, Claudia?"

"He feels my cunt."

Edward reached down and traced Claudia's wet slit with his finger.

"Like this?"

Claudia hesitated, savouring the feeling of Eduardo's finger in her cunt.

"Yes."

"And then what?"

"He makes me suck his cock." Claudia's voice was a whisper again.

"What does he say?"

"He says, "I think you suck good.""

"Tell me, Claudia, do you suck good?"

"Yes."

Edward undid his pants. His large cock sprang out, very erect.

"Then show me."

Claudia got down on her knees in front of Edward. She took the head of his cock into her mouth. Edward began to thrust. Claudia sucked, taking each thrust deep down her throat.

Edward pulled her head off his cock.

"Do you like sucking my cock?"

"Yes." As she spoke, saliva dribbled down Claudia's chin.

"Tell me what happens next."

"He makes me lean over."

"Do it."

Claudia turned and bent over the coffee table. She lifted her dress over her hips and spread her legs.

"And then what does he do?"

After a short pause, Claudia answered softly.

"He fucks me."

"Very good, Claudia. You are doing very well. I am going to fuck you, but first you will go back into the bedroom, and put on exactly what you have always imagined yourself to be wearing in this scene. And I mean exactly."

Claudia hesitated.

"Answer me, Claudia. Understood?"

"Yes."

"Then do it."

Claudia hurried down the hall. She closed the door behind her. She stood leaning against the door. What was she going to do? The situation was horrible. Edward was going to make her act out her fantasy with the Mexican. He was going to fuck her. As she said that word to herself, a shudder ran through her body She thought of his big cock in her throat. She imagined what it would feel like to have his cum spurting into her mouth. Without thinking, she began to finger herself. She moaned. She remembered Edward telling her to bend over and spread her legs.

Stop! She had to stop! Claudia took a deep breath. Her first priority had to be to get through this somehow, and then to find Mark. He could be hurt--she had to survive and get to him. The best way to survive was to play along with Edward--resisting would get her nowhere.

Having made even this small decision made Claudia feel better. She had to take charge of the situation, not let her thinking get clouded.

Edward was waiting. She had to get dressed. She would do exactly what he had told her to do. She had no other choice. Claudia stepped into the closet.

She needed to start from scratch. She took off her dress and stepped out of her shoes. She picked black panties that had little more than a piece of string to cover her crotch.

She selected a pair of black stockings. She put them on. Then she picked a very low-cut bra that just barely covered her nipples. She put on a short black skirt that came down only to her crotch, and a low-cut black camisole.

Now for the shoes. They were black in her fantasy, with very high heels. She picked a pair that looked just the same.

Claudia looked at herself in the mirror. Seeing herself dressed like the woman of her fantasy made Claudia instantly wet again. She moaned.

"Fuck me, Edward. Please fuck me."

Stop! She couldn't allow herself to be carried away like this. She had to stay in control. Shakily, and still breathing heavily, Claudia stood up. She needed to get back into the other room.

Edward was sitting on the sofa when Claudia came back into the room.

"Is that what you wear in your fantasy?"

"Yes."

"Very good. Now tell me how the fantasy begins."

"He…"

Claudia hesitated, unable to go on.

"Tell me, Claudia."

"He tears my bra off, so that he can see my tits."

Claudia was breathing very heavily. Edward could smell the musty smell of her excitement.

Edward stepped forward. Roughly, he pulled down on Claudia's bra and camisole. The shoulder straps snapped, and her tits hung free. Claudia's nipples were erect.

"Now tell me what the Mexican makes you do."

"He makes me sit on the hood the car and spread my legs."

"Do it. On the dining room table."

Claudia sat on the edge of table. She positioned her high heels at the edge of the table, and spread her legs wide. She leaned back on her elbows. As he leaned back, the crotch of her panties slid between the lips of her wet cunt.

"Does your cunt get this wet for the Mexican?"

"Yes."

"What happens next?"

"He tells me to pull my panties slowly to the side, so that he can see my cunt."

"Do it."

Slowly, Claudia pulled the thin string of her panties to the side.

"And then does he fuck you?"

"Yes. He fucks me."

Edward was standing in front of Claudia. With his hand, he guided his cock into Claudia's cunt. Claudia moaned.

"How does he fuck you, Claudia?"

"He fucks me hard."

"Do you want me to fuck you hard?"

"Yes. Please. Fuck me hard."

Edward grabbed hold of the underside of Claudia's thighs. Lifting her off the table, he thrust hard into her. Claudia could feel Edward's balls slap against her with each thrust. She moaned.

In a moment, Edward was coming. Claudia felt herself about to come, but before she could, Edward pulled out.

"That was very good, Claudia. Very good. You are learning fast. We will continue later. For now, go back to your room."

************

Claudia walked back down the hall into the bedroom. She closed the door behind her. She turned out the light, and went to lie on the bed in the darkness.

She did not know what to think. She thought of Mark. What had she done? For the first time since she and Mark had been together, she had slept with another man. "Slept" wasn't quite the right word. For the first time, another man had fucked her. Saying that word to herself caused a shiver to run all through her body.

What could she possibly say to Mark when she saw him again? How could she explain what had happened? She could say that Edward had forced her, which was true. But she could hardly say that it had been against her will. She pictured herself bent forward, and she remembered how badly she had wanted to feel Edward's cock.

Claudia began fingering herself. She imagined it was Edward's finger. She heard Edward say again, "What am I going to do, Claudia?" Claudia answered out loud, in the dark silence, "You're going to fuck me."

Unable to help herself, Claudia rolled over, her face pressed into the bed, her ass in the air. She spread her legs, and rammed two fingers in and out of her cunt. She moaned.

"Fuck me. Fuck my cunt. I need to feel your cock. Please. Please."

She imagined that Edward was watching her. She imagined his big, hard cock. She began to come. She came in great shuddering waves, as she felt Edward's cock plunging in and out of her pussy.

Exhausted, Claudia quickly fell asleep.

**************

Claudia woke up slowly. Where was she? The room was still dark, but she began to remember where she was. She remembered what had happened yesterday. How could she have gone along with Edward? How could she have let him do all those things to her?

Because she had no choice, she told herself. If she was to get to Mark, she had no choice but to do what Edward told her. Perhaps if he thought she was completely caught up in what he was making her do, he would let down his guard enough for her to be able to escape. She had no other choice.




Mark & Claudia Ch. 4



If she was going to make him think she was completely into her role, she had better dress the part. But first she needed to shower. 

When Claudia stepped out of the shower, she saw that someone had come into the room, and put a full plate of eggs, toast, bacon and tortillas on the table beside the bed. Claudia realized she was very hungry. Wrapped in her towel, she sat on the bed and ate all the food on the plate. Having eaten, she felt better.

Now, what to wear?

Edward was waiting in the other room when she arrived.

"Good morning, Claudia. I hope you slept well?"

"Yes, I did."

"Very good. Claudia, today we are going to continue with our little dramas. Today, I will be your husband's employer. Your husband is very worried that he is going to lose his job. He has told you that it is very important to be nice to me. You very badly want your husband to keep his job, and you will do just about anything to ensure that he does. Is that understood?"

"Yes."

"If you will step through that door, you will find yourself in the set for today's drama. I will be Mr. Thompson, your husband's employer. It is late in the evening. You are not expecting me. In fact, you have been waiting for your husband to come home. You will find the clothes you will be wearing on the bed in your bedroom."

Before Claudia could answer, Edward had left opened the door leading off the living room and was gone.

Claudia thought that she did not have to be a genius to read the meaning behind what Edward had told her. By the power to fire her husband, he could only mean the power to kill her husband. Edward certainly had that power. Claudia realized that she had no choice but to play along with the game. As she understood what Edward had just told her, if she didn't, Mark would die.