Major used the word “politely,” he expected the petitioners to be on their knees. The three women exchanged glances and without a word, lowered themselves to kneel before him, to beg the insufferably self-satisfied toy soldier’s permission to be allowed to bathe. This was smugly granted to them, and they had to immediately undress right there, standing before their captor, in front of the grinning, fully clothed men.
At a nod from the Major, the three nude girls made their way to the edge of the pool, keeping their eyes rigidly downcast, determined to ignore the cat calls and whistles of the raunchy soldiers. Bare feet tested cold waters and jumped back. Then advanced again, hesitantly, until all three girls had gathered up their courage and eased their way into the pond, only to duck down as quickly as possible, to squat beneath the surface so that only their head and shoulders remained visible to the fascinated onlookers.
The water was delicious, a sudden shock of cold that eased off to become delightfully cool and refreshing. Soon they learned to ignore them men, and luxuriate in the gentle waters. Mallory made her away to the waterfall, entered the downpour and threw back her head, to let the falling water splash on her upturned face, and shower down over her body. They were surprised that the Major seemed in no hurry to bring this pleasant interlude to an end.
But when they were summoned back onto the bank, and given a small towel to share, they found that their clothes had been gathered up and were nowhere in sight. Only their hiking shoes and thick cotton socks remained. To their surprise the guards brought them combs, brushes, and a small mirror they quickly passed around. Mallory ran the comb through her wet hair, reflecting that they were being made ready for something. Perhaps their journey was near its end.
After about an hour, the naked women were ordered back into the truck. The jeep carrying the toy soldier took up its accustomed place behind them, and the little convoy set out once again. This time they traveled for several hours, and when they next stopped, they were high in the mountains, able to look down a dizzying height from the side of the narrow path, onto the rocky crags below. They had escaped the insufferable jungle heat, and though the air was still warm it was dry with a gentle breeze that made it not all that unpleasant to be walking around in the nude.
In time the rough dirt lane began to disappear, and nothing but a tenuous footpath remained to be followed as it snaked ever higher. In time, even this path disappeared and still the determined convoy continued to find it’s way up the rugged slopes towards the summit of a mighty and splendidly isolated mountain. After several more hours of this serpentine journey, the Major called a halt.
Here the air was clear and perfectly still; the blood-curling shrieks and wild calls of the jungle had been left far below under the green canopy that they now looked down upon. The girls were ordered out, and when they climbed down, they found a new recently laid path of crushed stones, wide enough for a truck, even and straight. In the distance, they could make out the shapes of buildings, low-slung, man-made structures of stone, half shrouded in the mountain mists.
The Major strode before them, grinning from ear to ear. He gestured grandly towards the distant compound inviting them to behold their new home “La Montana de Amor,” the Mountain of Love, he called it with a cynical laugh. Then he summoned the three of them forward, and pointed at the ground in the now-familiar gesture; obediently the prisoners fell to their knees. Now, one of the soldiers, an overweight Sergeant named Gutterez, came to them with a fistful of leather straps. Each girl was made to bow her head, while from behind her, the fat fingers of the filthy Sergeant slipped a 2-inch strap around her neck, and buckled it in place forming a high leather a collar.
Mallory
At a nod from the Major, the three nude girls made their way to the edge of the pool, keeping their eyes rigidly downcast, determined to ignore the cat calls and whistles of the raunchy soldiers. Bare feet tested cold waters and jumped back. Then advanced again, hesitantly, until all three girls had gathered up their courage and eased their way into the pond, only to duck down as quickly as possible, to squat beneath the surface so that only their head and shoulders remained visible to the fascinated onlookers.
The water was delicious, a sudden shock of cold that eased off to become delightfully cool and refreshing. Soon they learned to ignore them men, and luxuriate in the gentle waters. Mallory made her away to the waterfall, entered the downpour and threw back her head, to let the falling water splash on her upturned face, and shower down over her body. They were surprised that the Major seemed in no hurry to bring this pleasant interlude to an end.
But when they were summoned back onto the bank, and given a small towel to share, they found that their clothes had been gathered up and were nowhere in sight. Only their hiking shoes and thick cotton socks remained. To their surprise the guards brought them combs, brushes, and a small mirror they quickly passed around. Mallory ran the comb through her wet hair, reflecting that they were being made ready for something. Perhaps their journey was near its end.
After about an hour, the naked women were ordered back into the truck. The jeep carrying the toy soldier took up its accustomed place behind them, and the little convoy set out once again. This time they traveled for several hours, and when they next stopped, they were high in the mountains, able to look down a dizzying height from the side of the narrow path, onto the rocky crags below. They had escaped the insufferable jungle heat, and though the air was still warm it was dry with a gentle breeze that made it not all that unpleasant to be walking around in the nude.
In time the rough dirt lane began to disappear, and nothing but a tenuous footpath remained to be followed as it snaked ever higher. In time, even this path disappeared and still the determined convoy continued to find it’s way up the rugged slopes towards the summit of a mighty and splendidly isolated mountain. After several more hours of this serpentine journey, the Major called a halt.
Here the air was clear and perfectly still; the blood-curling shrieks and wild calls of the jungle had been left far below under the green canopy that they now looked down upon. The girls were ordered out, and when they climbed down, they found a new recently laid path of crushed stones, wide enough for a truck, even and straight. In the distance, they could make out the shapes of buildings, low-slung, man-made structures of stone, half shrouded in the mountain mists.
The Major strode before them, grinning from ear to ear. He gestured grandly towards the distant compound inviting them to behold their new home “La Montana de Amor,” the Mountain of Love, he called it with a cynical laugh. Then he summoned the three of them forward, and pointed at the ground in the now-familiar gesture; obediently the prisoners fell to their knees. Now, one of the soldiers, an overweight Sergeant named Gutterez, came to them with a fistful of leather straps. Each girl was made to bow her head, while from behind her, the fat fingers of the filthy Sergeant slipped a 2-inch strap around her neck, and buckled it in place forming a high leather a collar.
Mallory
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