Bold Venture!

[ariosto]

"Save your money sugar."
Slate was talking to Sam but looking straight into Rosita's flashing eyes.
"She' s playing with you. We're all going to the damned island.
she owns the fuckin' place....mind if I smoke Rosie?"
He pulled a pack of Luckys from his shirt pocket.

"You pretty tough Gringo eh?"
Shannon felt the blade slip under his belt.
"Let's see what kinda cojones you got."

A quick flick of the wrist and the leather parted but the tight jeans didnt drop an inch.
"That won't do it baby, your gonna half to use your fingers."

"Yeah, maybe later I will....Julio, get these pieces of shit below deck. Let's get back to the island...NOW!"

 

[mya]

Sam...gives as good as she gets (maybe even better!)

"There is no need to banish us below deck or to sick your goons on us. You were right Rosita. You and I are not so very different. We were born to different lifestyles perhaps, but our fates have turned out much the same. We both command a crew of men in a man’s world while doing a man’s job. And we do it to collect our treasures. For you it is about money and fortune. For me it is about knowledge and fame. You see Rosita, we are kindred spirits. So let us just get on with business. You are quite safe with us, for I only wanted to secure safe passage to the Island and back. And you my Dear, are the best man for the job." Somewhere deep inside, I truly felt this woman and I could be friends if she’d ever let her guard down enough to give it a chance.

Deciding it was time to play my trump card, I added matter-of-factly, "You probably think I’m a stupid wealthy woman, unused to work and unused to your world. But do not underestimate me, for I have lived many years thinking on my feet in parts of the world as harsh or harsher than this. I know, better than most the dangers one faces in this part of the world. My good old Dad always said I had to be ready for anything. And he taught me a thing or two about insurance while he let me follow him around the world as a young girl growing up on his adventures."

Rosita smirked at my words, sure that I was the soft and easy mark she’d originally figured me for. "Insurance?" she cried with mirth as she threw her head back in laughter, "Insurance will not help you here!"

I smiled, "Ah, but I think this kind of insurance will. It is in your best interests to keep me and my lover here alive. You see, one of us," I pointed from myself to Dale, "has planted a bomb with a timer aboard this boat. And the other has no idea where it is. Therefore, if you were to kill the wrong one of us, the other would not even know where it was or when it would go off. And if you were to kill the one of us who did plant the bomb, we would never tell you where it was. We’d rather die first. All I will tell you now is that if you kill one of us, the bomb will go off. Maybe sooner…maybe later." I shrugged my shoulders. "But it will go off, and you will die with us. You will have no money, no ship and your death too. It is your choice. Keep my friend and I alive, and Mr. Shannon too of course," I added almost as an after thought, "and you will collect your $1000 for a job well done. Kill one of us, and you die too. I am a woman of my word."

Dale sent me a confident grin and wink as he moved back to my side and wrapped his arm around me. I gripped Dale's hand in a death grip, taking as much strength from him as possible through his touch. "So how ‘bout we just get on our merry way to your Island Rosita. Without any roughing from your goons. Let’s just be friends, and no one will get hurt. Then you and Shannon there can take your re-union somewhere a little more private, providing of course your goons here know how to navigate a sail boat. Deal?" I gave back to her as good as I got, or maybe even a little better, as I raised my eyebrow to her in question. I finally felt like I was in control of this expedition again for the first time since we’d left Mexican soil.

 

[darrenfate]

DALE

Dale was numb by the sharp turn of events. Emptiness overwhelmed him as he thought of poor Sailor. The lithe and beautiful Sailor. Tossed overboard to be shark bait like so much chum. Never a religious man, Dale found a second to pray for her soul.

That slacker Slate was to blame for all this! If he had been any kind of captain they would be safely on the island by now, and Sailor would still be alive. He talked big and brash but Dale saw his hands tremble as he lit his Lucky Strike. They were all literal seconds from a hideous death.

Sam stepped up to the challenge just as he knew she would. She was cool under pressure, never phased by the danger. Glib and quiet she talked to Rosita in the even tones of a business deal. Things were going smoothly. It looked like Rosita would play ball.

That is until Rosita came by Dale. With almost inhuman speed, she grabbed his hair, sending Dale buckling to his knees. In a flash, there was a jagged 9 inch blade at his throat. Clearly, this woman pirate was not the leader because she was just another pretty face. For the first time in his adult life Dale was afraid. He could imagine himself getting his throat cut and sinking to the deck of the boat. It can't end this way. It can't.

Rosita held all the cards. He felt her breasts on his back. Her long black hair cascaded down on the sides of his face. She smelled musky, and all woman. Unbelieveably, Dale began to get an obvious erection....

 

[chanaud]

Rosita Castro the kind hearted pirate decides to help her new friends...

After eyeing up and down Sam's lean length, my black eyes stared hard into her eyes. Her eyes waivered slightly. Smiling to myself I knew my men and I can take them all, but I craved companionship. I would rather beat my head against a brick wall then try to strike an intelligent conversation with my goony crew.

"Let's set sail," I yell in Spanish. The crew jumped at my orders and set the 4 sails.

"Entre, Welcome to Rosita's Porthole" I made way as I welcomed my new friends.

Slate took the lead while Sam followed close behind. The tall, blonde American couldn't take his eyes off me. I cocked my eyebrow and treated him with a wicked smile, knowing full well he knew I felt his raging hardon.

I lead them down the porthole.

"Enrico a drink for my friends. We have water and rum. My advice is to choose the rum."

 

[ariosto]

Shannon


The rum was dark and sugary, the water was dark and sugary. They drank the rum. A lot of it...

"So what's going on Slate. You know this gang?"
Dale was lookin out the window at the dark twisted shape of the approaching island and neither he nor Sam looked to good.
They were locked in the cramped cabin and the choppy sea, the heat and the rum were creating a situation where even Shannon's cast iron stomach was threatening to turn over.

"Yeah, I know about senorita Rosita,.It's why I didn't want to come to this island in the first place."

He tossed back the rest of his rum.
"She's Cuban. Her brother's some kind of crack pot Commie trying to knock off Batista. They captured her and tossed her to a special group of CIA goons to get the lowdown on Fido or whatever the fuck his name is.
She didn't talk but they raped her, tortured her and tossed
her into a 'correctional' facility where she cut cane 16 hours a day and entertained the guards at night..."

"Jesus!"
Sam looked shocked.

"She escaped by cutting the guys throat that was 'doing' her...
took some loyal hombres with her and has been playing hell all over the Caribbean ever since.

"Oh yeah one other thing"...Shannon looked from one to the other..." She hates Gringo's but she loves to fuck, men and women. Word is she likes to kill you while you cum...."

Julio threw the door open with a bang.
"Okay assholes. Take off your fuckin' clothes and get out here."

 

[darrenfate]

DALE

He stripped off his clothes and couldn't help but marvel at Sam's breasts. Even in this situation Dale longed to attack her.

As they stumbled out on deck, the crew burst out in laughter at there nakedness. They were at ease, but as Sam, Slate and Race passed by they formed a veritable rogues gallery gauntlet. Sam was just ahead, and a pirate leaned over and smacked her supple ass, leaving a bright red handprint on her white cheek.

Perhaps it was the rum. Perhaps the anger at being humiliated. But Dale snapped inside. This last indignity was too much too bear and someone would have to pay. That someone was Rosita. She rounded the corner and came face to face with Dale. As her eyes inevitably began to trail down to his jutting erection, Dale moved.

He called her by name and as she looked up Dale kissed her long and hard on her full red mouth. His arms went around her and he crushed her to him. A hush fell over the crew, this would have been a death sentence for any of them. Strangely, no one moved to her aid. Rosita was more than capable of defending herself.

Pulling back after long minutes Dale looked her in the eyes and said with his chest heaving -

"You incarcerate me in a room no bigger than a jail cell. You threaten me with a knife at my throat. You call me a new friend. If I'm going to die anyway, I wanted to show you how us Yanks really treat the people we like."

In a sotto voice he whispered -

" I want you Rosita. The choice is yours, do with me as you will. "

 

[chanaud]

Rosita Castro

The crew snickered at his soft words. “Aye yi yi…Blondie’s pene (penis) is hard.” Catcalls were getting louder.

Rosita turned her blazing dark eyes to her goony crew. “Shut up!” They quieted immediately.

She turned to Blondie and watched his velvety cock stretch to it’s maximum as she licked her lips crudely. Standing on her tiptoes, she took her turn and pressed her red lips hard on his. This time, her tongue snaked through his and found his tongue. His cock had a life of it’s own and twitched uncontrollably even though it was pressed tightly between them. After releasing his lips, she sneered up at him.

“Sooo, you want me to do you as I wish. Do you know what I do to young Blondes like you?”

“Why don’t you show me, Rosita. I am offering myself to you.”

Dale stood boldly as he could with a raging hard on. She laughed coarsely. He remained erect despite his humiliation and the blazing high noon sun. Still laughing, Rosita decided she liked Blondie. No man stood up to her, except her brother and he didn’t count because he’s family.

Rosita eyes swept to Sam and Slate again. There was something in Sam’s eyes. Turning back to Dale, she asked him, “Is she your woman?”

“Yes.” He answered with conviction.

“Good she can watch.”

Dale’s blue eyes turned to round marbles.

“Julio, take Blondie and the woman to my cabin.”

 

[mya]

Samanta

My eyes glared daggers at the lady pirate for taking liberties with my man. True, he’d offered it…a point I happily to ignore for the time being. She seemed to be enjoying herself with him as the crew looked on. I was mad enough to spit, but I didn’t think I could help the situation that way. So I stayed quiet, giving her evil looks as she sized up the situation. No sooner had she sized it up then Dale and I were being hauled back to her cabin like animals.

We were roughly shoved inside her cabin which apparently was the Captain’s cabin and had no doubt been Shannon’s until Rosita’s little mutiny. Dale was tied spread eagle to the bed on his back. And I was tied to a straight backed wooden chair. The goons left and for a few moments Dale and I were alone. "This is great…just great! Why’d you have to go and offer yourself to her? And now it looks like I get to watch you screw that little bitch. All I can say is you’d better damn well NOT enjoy it!"

I sat tied there, ropes above and below my breasts and between my legs. The pressure of the rope on my clit was driving me a little crazy. My nipples hardened nubs as we sat awaiting our fate. The door opened, and I expected it to be Rosita, but it was not. In strode Shannon, seemingly totally at ease with the situation…apparently he really was not all that afraid of the Cuban pirate. "HEY!!!! Dammit!" He hung his head back out the door and started hollaring. "Dammit Rosita. Get your sweet ass down here. What are you doing taking over my cabin? ROSITA!!!!!!" he bellowed one more time.

"Shut your trap Slate," she said as she moved into the cabin pointing it at Shannon’s crotch. "Relax big fella…this is the biggest room on this dinky boat, so I figured we’d need all the room we could get. In time you will be mine too Slate!" she said. "For now Blondie there is mine." She settled herself on the bed beside his hip and ran her hand down his chest. My eyes again glared at Dale silently reminding him he’d better not enjoy it. Rosita caught my look and laughed out loud. "Ahhhh, she is jealous Blondie. Perhaps I should give her to Slate and even it up a bit…what do you say Blondie?" Dale remained silent so she grabbed his balls, and then gave them a good hard squeeze to remind Dale who was in control. "I asked you a question…what do you say to that? Letting Slate have your slut?" Dale couldn’t stay silent, and answered, "NO! She is mine!" Rosita laughed again.

"Slate Dearest, you can thank me properly later. The big Americano woman is yours to do with as you wish. My only rule is that you must not leave this cabin. We wouldn’t want the lovers to miss the shows their partners are putting on would we now!"

 

[ariosto]

"Sure Rosita...my pleasure."
Slate stubbed his cigarette out on the deck and walked over to the bound woman, stopping on the way to look down at Dale...
"Poor bastard, Remember what I said?", and he made a slicing motion across his throat...
"Nice knowing you pal. Pardon me while I go fuck your girl friend."

Shannon laughed and Rosita snickered as Dale flushed crimson with rage and twisted in his restraints.

"Play along baby," Shannon whispered, kneeling down by Sam, "and I'll get you out of this."

He ran his rough hands up the smooth skin of her legs, both of which were bound to the chair, spread about two feet apart.
He caressed the inside of her thighs and despite herself She began to tingle with excitement.
His lips followed, working slowly up, kissing and licking and finally
reaching, most deliciously the heat of her sex.
she shivered and groaned at the expert touch of his tongue on her hooded pearl...

"That's right Gringo...Good! You eat the bitch's pussy till she cums ok? Look over there Blondie..see your girl like his tongue...yes?"

It was hard for Dale to look anywhere except at the magnificently proud, firm, dusky nippled breasts that the infamous Rosita Castro had just unveiled!

 

[darrenfate]

DALE

So, out of the frying pan and into the fire! Dale strained at his bonds, but he knew with the first pull that resistance was futile. Still he railed at the scene before him. Rosita far from getting angry just looked more and more pleased. the more he struggled the happier she became. Damn her for being so drop dead beautiful. Dale wanted Rosita in the worst way. Which was he feared exactly the way he was going to get her.

Slate looked like he was enjoying himself. Hell why not. Dale knew how good Sam tastes. Sam had once told him that she secretly wanted to try other lovers with Dale. The thought of having two men suck her ample breasts at once drove her wild. Little did Dale ever guess that he would be forced to watch.

Rosita swam back to his attention. More like she yanked him back. She took his face and spun it back in her direction. She kneeled on his chest. Her breasts were perfect as she stripped off her loose shirt. She squeezed them together saying-

Gringo, you like?

A weak nod of assent was all Dale could muster ...

 

[chanaud]

Rosita Castro



She knew exactly how to play him. He was dripping with envy at Slate pleasuring his woman. But, when she forced him to look at her, the Gringo couldn’t control hiding his lust.

Rosita stood up. Her black boots held the sides of his chest like a clamp. Dale winced from the pain it caused him. What he wasn’t prepared for was how his cock was bobbing uncontrollably at the pleasure it brought to him. Having his full attention, Rosita played on it.

Ziiiiiiiiiippp

The velcro holding Rosita’s shorts fell away and with a few wiggles to her narrow hips, her shorts fell to her ankles. There she stood in the buff. Dale’s eyes scanned her luscious brown body up and down. Rosita may be short but she’s built like a brickhouse, he couldn’t help thinking as he licked his lips unconsciously. Reading his thoughts, Rosita threw her head back and released a maniacal laugh.

With one kick, Rosita kicked away her shorts. It landed on Slate’s head.

“You like pussy?” She asked Dale in a low, sultry voice.

Before he had a chance to answer, Rosita lowered herself over Dale’s face.

 

[mya]

"Play along baby," Shannon whispered to me as he knelt down between my legs, "and I'll get you out of this." I focused on that thought as he began to caress my inner thighs. I closed my eyes to block out the scene before me, to focus on ignoring the pleasure that was rippling through my traitorous body already. As his tongue began to dance between the apex of my thighs, I could not help myself and I moaned softly. I fought the enjoyment of it, for I did not wish to betray my lover, or worse yet watch as he betrayed me in the same way. In the end, I realized I had no option but to be subjected to it, just as Dale had no option. As Shannon said, we needed to play along and stay alive.

My eyes met Dale’s across the room, silently pleading for his understanding and silently giving him permission to do as he must to stay alive. We had talked of including other lovers in our sexual exploits, but never had. Now it seemed we were both to be thrown into it without our consent. Although, my body was enjoying Slate’s ministrations immensely. I began to writhe against my bonds as Slate’s tongue delved deeper, igniting my body further. "Ohhhh Slate," I hissed softly my body tensed as the pleasure grew inside my body. His hands reached up and squeezed my breasts hard before moving to pinch my nipples. I cried out in pleasure and pain, "SLATE!" And my body jerked inside its bonds as my orgasm flooded my body in delight. And I watched Dale’s tongue lavishing the pirates cunt in much the same way. Oddly enough even though there was no chance we'd be able to take wing and fly out of this situation--at least not yet, the flame burned hotter inside me. I had no idea how Slate was going to get us out of this, but somewhere deep inside, I did begin to feel that we would indeed get out of this alive--maybe more alive then ever.

 

[ariosto]

Castro's crew was enjoying the show too, Slate realised when he tossed Rosita's shorts off his head. Every narrow window looking in on the cramped cabin was lined with the grinning, drooling faces of her goons, a few of whom were obviously masturbating.
It would be quite a sight he thought as he again buried his face between Sam's creamy thighs, their sexy darkskinned leader riding Dales, pale gringo face and me eating out the blonde prisoner...side by side...
In fact the thought is damned arousing!

Shannon reached down and released his cock from his pants and began stroking himself as his tongue teased into Sam's pink lipped cunt for one last lustfull reaming.
He felt her shudder and then she cried out, but he kept on tongue fucking her right through one violent orgasm and into another!

"Screw the Gringa bitch now Shannon...Fuck her good!"
He stood up bracing his arms on Sam's thighs and looked sideways at Rosita who was covered in sweat, riding Dales face for all she was worth, her breasts jutting forward like gun turrets.

Then suddenly he was on her!

His arm wrapped around her throat pulling her backwards.
She gave a strangled cry as his free hand locked down on her firm upthrust tits. She struggled wildly, but kept her thighs glued tight around Dales face as he, oblivious to what was going on, continued to forage in her hot salsa pussy!

Sam screamed..."Slate Watch out!"

 

[darrenfate]

DALE

Rosita lowered herself on Race's face, and began grinding her unshaven pussy down on him. His rigid cock stood up like a flagpole flapping unaided in the breeze. She exhorted him with laughter and taunts in husky Spanish, taunting and teasing him with in a language he didn't understand. God he wanted to fuck her!

He heard Sam moan in pleasure at Slate's ministrations. He knew that she was a veritable sex machine, and once her ~flame~ was lit, Sam would cum over and over again. Slate, Dale had to admit, knew exactly how to turn her on.

Dale drove his tongue deep into Rosita as she reached down and played with her clit. She screamed as she came, gushing her hot thick fluid all over his face. She didn't back off, she threw her head back and continued to ride Dale's face to glory.

Something was wrong! Even though he couldn't see he could sense Rosita struggling, almost losing her balance. She reached down for something hidden by his head and he saw the flash of a blade arc up in her hand ....

 

[chanaud]

Rosita Castro


Rosita has had many gringos, but none compared to this Blondie. Most fair-haired men licked her with delicate shyness, but this one, oh yessss, this one dove into her with unabashed lust and required few guidance. It didn’t take long for her to cum. As her body released it’s powerful dew, something took hold of her neck and jerked her backwards.

Rosita struggled and gagged for breath. Her red sweaty face was turning purple with each passing second. She had to think quickly! Her pirating instincts soon took over. Grabbing her best friend, she grabbed the silver jagged blade. The knife barely missed Blondie’s nose as she swooped and aimed at Slate’s thick cobra arms.

“Ouch! You bitch! Puta!!! You’re going to pay for this.”

Slate’s cried out profanities as he grabbed hold of the knife. We both struggled for control as screams were heard around us. Poor Blondie remained between her thighs, continually licking as his large marble eyes took in the action.

After a few long seconds of long, Rosita sat unarmed, a knife to her neck and blood trickling down her face.

 

[ariosto]

Slate reached over and cut Sams restraints, never releasing his hold on Rosita.
Dale had finally stopped his tongue lapping and was staring up the length of the rebel vixen's sweating body in confusion.

"Thank's compadre," Slate grinned at the blonde man, "I couldn't have gotten the knife away from this bitch if you hadn't been busy between her legs."
He grinned at Sam who was breaking free of her own ropes.
"How bout it sweety you think Latino pussy tastes better than..."

Rosito turned enough to spit across Shannon's cheek.
Without a second thought, he tore her khaki blouse open, revealing, high jutting dusky tipped tits. Over her caramel shoulders he could see the leering faces of her gang of thugs.

"Okay baby," He said grinning,
"Let's give your boys a show."
He winked at Sam who was now standing beside them, the knife held level with Rosita's throat.

"Which part do you guys want?...I'll take these."
His hands closed around the Cuban girl's full breasts and squeezed them together...his lips closed around her hard stiff nipples and sucked them into his ravening mouth...

 

[mya]

Sam...tries another negotiation

Sam watched in awe and fear as Slate regained control of the situation. And when he cut the ropes binding Sam, she scrambled quickly over to Dale. In the process of ripping her shirt off, Slate tugged her off Dale. Sam was able to touch Dale’s arms, his chest, his face…checking him to ensure he had not been hurt. She smiled down at him the relief in her eyes, "Are you OK Darling?" Dale looked dazed nodding in agreement that he was fine. He sat up and Sam launched herself into his arms for a deep kiss. He tasted of Rosita…but Sam did not care. "How bout it sweety you think Latino pussy tastes better than..." —Slate’s words taunted her as they kissed. For Rosita’s juices upon her lover’s lips did indeed taste good.

As they stood up, Slate was already helping himself to Rosita’s breasts and nipples, and Sam could tell from the look on her face she was enjoying it. Even Rosita’s men seemed content to watch the show from the windows. "Which part do you guys want?" Slate asked as he continued to enjoy her tits at knife point. I looked questioningly at Dale, to see if he wanted to participate. I was game. But before joining the fun, I wanted to work a deal with the pirate first.

Still naked, I kneeled at her head and using the same ropes that had bound me, I tied her hands to the legs of the bed. I caressed her face with my palm, Slate still enjoying her breasts, "Now Rosita, I do believe that we are in a better position to negotiate our passage to your Island. No?" Dale knelt behind me, plastering himself against my back, his arms around me hugging me and playing with my breasts.

My thumb outlined her full lips as I enjoyed the sensual feel of them I continued. "We can make it in your best interests to work with us. For one, as I said earlier I have money and am willing to double the price we originally offered. In return, there must be no more violence. No more blood. No more locking us below deck. We will be partners—equals." My other hand reached down between her legs and teased her swollen clit. She moaned with enjoyment. "Secondly, we will let Slate finish what he’s started here and you will be allowed to enjoy your orgasm. Otherwise, Slate here can quit any time." I could tell by the lusty nature of the lady pirate that she would hate to be denied her pleasure now. My finger diddled her clit faster, and she groaned again. I stuck my ripe thumb in her mouth and she sucked it hard. Her erotic suckling on my thumb caused a flood of my own juices down my thighs. Dale’s own fingers slipped between my thighs to tease my own swollen clit and I spread my legs wider. Rosita had a very good view of his fingers invading my pussy. "What do you say Rosita? I know we can trust you with your word. Shall we be comrades? Partners? You must give me your word before we can release both you, from your bonds and your orgasm?" Dales stiffening cock rubbed against the crack in my ass as we awaited her answer.

 

[darrenfate]

DALE

Dale listened to Sam, and stared at the beautiful half moons of her ass that was pushed back in his direction. He wanted more than anything to take her like that, hard and fast.

But the situation was spinning out of control. Sam and Slate obviously had their designs on Rosita. Not to mention the rest of the pirates with their faces pressed hard against the porthole glass. Who knew what they would do next and when. Immediate action was needed.

Dale leaped up and locked the inner door. Out of sight from the tiny window, he dressed fast. Luckily for them, Slate had a cache of guns and ammo hidden in his stateroom. Picking up a menacing shotgun and Luger pistol, he shouted to all the rest -

" Enough !! "

They all froze.

"Sam, we have forgotten what we came here for. The island. Rosita we need you to hold those crewmen at bay until we are free. So you stay. "

He burst open the door and leveled the gun at the crew. Let's go everyone, now!

"Nobody move, Rosita is our hostage. we leave now, and want no problems.

The largest pirate spoke -

So sorry boss lady, but we think of you as we are in our new prize. Bye bye. They all laughed uproariously. So much for pirate loyalty!

Dale led them to the longboat and they all piled in, the crew warily staying out of reach.

Slate fully armed now hesitated. Dale could see he was sizing up his chances of taking his boat back.

"Don't be a fool Slate. Get in now or we leave you."

Slate hissed back -

"Go. I'll catch up to you later. Nobody steals my boat".

The longboat hit the water, and Dale gunned the engine as it roared away. At about 100 meters they heard gunfire. Rosario stared at him her eyes smouldered a burning dark coal look of hatred. Dale shuddered.

Sam looked at Dale who shrugged and said -

"Don't worry doll. It's what he wanted. If he survives, he knows where we are ..."

 

[chanaud]

Rosita Castro

Aye, Mearda! Gonyo!!!!

Rosita was cursing to the Gods. How could she do this? Every time she gives into her passion, something drastic happens. Like the time, a captive priest fucked her so hard, the boat tipped and all of her stolen treasures sunk to the bottom of the Atlantic, forcing her to watch helplessly as millions sunk down to the deep depths of the ocean floor. You would think Rosario wouldn’t be so careless with her sexual escapades but her desires always get in the way from her mission. This time it’s Blondie’s fault. All the events looked promising towards an orgy and everyone seemed to having a great time, but Blondie had to spoil the fun.

Rosita eyes glared brighter than the hot sweltering sun. Dale shivered despite the tropical heat. He can see in her eyes, she wanted revenge. And, nothing will hold her back!

There was a reason why strangers are not welcome on her island. Nobody knows the reason why, not even her greedy psycho brother who claims he will be a dictator of Cuba one day or her goony crew. Only she knows. Only she rules that island.

Rosario had to think of a way to distract her prisoners. Wait! Gonyo! She cursed again. She was the prisoner! She struggled in the cutting ropes that bound her wrists together. Red swells formed from the constant friction. Now she knows how her lovers or her prisoners feel.

The blonde looked at her with guilt. “Listen, it will be easier if you lie still.”

“Don’t talk to her, baby! Can’t you see you’re just encouraging her?” He nodded to his girlfriend and remained silent. Still his betraying eyes would roam up and down her nude body until they reached the island.

 

[ariosto]

Slate watched the launch carrying Rosita, sam and Dale grow smaller and smaller as it headed for the dangerous island.
He smiled and flipped his cigarette in their general direction.
Julio, aka Miguel Ortega, CIA agent joined him at the rail.
"There goes the sexiest commie I ever knew Slate."
The big mestizzo was grinning ear to ear.
"Yeah, she was hot as hell...muy caliente!"

They turned to Rosita's loyal followers now being held under the guns of two of Julio's compadres.

"OK Amigo's decision time!"
Shannon stood straddle legged on the hatch combing, his hands balled into fists on his hips.

"You can follow your Patrona," he gestured over the side, "Or you can come with me. The Marlin are running right now and there's pesos to be made.
As soon as we drop Mister Ortega off in Havana, we'll pick up some Yanqui sports fisherman, some beer and have a damned good time."
He paused...
"You in or you out?"

 

[Turk-Rakker]

Che Gueverra

He watched the launch approaching with more than a little anticipation...no a lot more than a little!
He hadn't seen Rosita since the three of them parted at Fidel's camp in Santiago over a year ago.
The time was right... the years of preperation were over. He'd come with the big news...
CUBA LIBRE!
CUBA LIBRE!

Gueverra took a long draw on his big cigar, somehow at odds with his dark boyish good looks but then so was the Russian tommy gun he held in his hands.

It had to be Rosita coming in now but you could never be sure. He had Doctor Castro's blessing. He was not only here to declare the Revolution officially begun but to claim Rosita as his wife!

She saw the man dressed in olive drab, pacing up and down the beach and her heart nearly stopped...

Che...no it couldn't be. She squinted her eyes against the sun...it was CHE! ...IT WAS CHE!!!


http://www.ariosto.homestead.com/files/che2.jpg

 

[darrenfate]

Dale

Dale's heart sank as he saw the well armed guerilla fighter striding up and down the beach. Out of the frying pan and into the proverbial fire. Nothing on this god forsaken trip had turned out well so far! Once more, Dale cursed that hapless captain Slate out for getting them in this position.

"Rosita, it seems as though your boyfriend awaits. It seems like he has plans for you. Just see that they don't include us. You get to make up your mind. You and Che there can come with us as partners or you can run off to Cuba with him. We go our way and you go yours!

If that happens I'm sorry if that will leave you, well unsampled. I'm sure you and Sam and I would have had a fucking great time. Hell I was even going to split the gold with you baby. That is of course if you cooperated in every way"

"Sam, get a gun ready. Make sure that our boy Che there knows that you can use it. The choice Rosita, is yours ..."

The craft touched sand and they all leaped out. Che's eyes widened at the naked Rosita and the drawn pistol. His tommy gun swung up menacingly ....

 

[chanaud]

Rosita Castro

Rosita was spitting nails! How did he get there? Things are turning from bad to worse! She thought she rid of Che long ago when she bit off one of his balls with her teeth during a drunken bold act of forced oral sex. There was Che, her brother’s best friend and her worst nightmare, stunned and walking towards them with a noticeable limp.

Through clenched teeth and her sexiest smile, Rosita mumbled to Dale. “Don’t turn your back. He will kill you for sure. Untie me. He will think you’re an enemy.”

Dale and Sam hesitated. They looked at Rosita, back at Che and then to each other silently asking if they should her. Time was being wasted. Rosita had to act quickly. “Listen, I will make sure you are safe. You have my word. Everyone in Cuba knows Rosita Castro keeps her word. Just make sure you don’t leave me alone with him. He won’t risk killing me to get to you two.”

That made the decision for them. With a single swipe of his knife the ropes fell to the shallow ground.

“Act friendly!” Rosita warned them.

“Rosie my flower, quick put on some clothes! My future wife cannot be seen out in public like that. What will people think? They will think you are a puta (whore)!” Che’s voice was slightly higher than she remembered.

“I am not your future wife! I think I proved that the last time I saw you.” Nails were shooting out of her blazing coal eyes.

“But why are you naked and bound?”

“We were bored so we decided to play a game of pirates. What are you doing here?”

“Cuba is being liberated. Your brother Fidel is overthrowing the government right now as we speak. He gave me permission to take you as my wife. Come here and give your future husband a kiss.”

Rosita grinned from ear to ear. Che’s face lit up and so did the bulge in his khaki pants. She walked to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. Standing shoulder to shoulder, she gave him the longest passionate kiss she could stand to manage. She finally released him. He stood stunned and feeling breathless. Rosita whispered something in his ear. Che’s face turned a deep purple and released a blood-curling scream to the sky.

Dale grabbed her arm and twisted it back. “What did you say?”

She gave him the most innocent smile. “I told him he can't marry me for I am already married. Married to a gringo named Slate Shannon.”

 

[Turk-Rakker]

Che...a fool for love...


Che recovered quickly. Cutting loose with the Tommy Gun a few feet over their heads helped and it also brought about 20 more 'freedom fighters' out of the tree line...armed to the teeth.

Walking up to the trio who were crouching low amidst hot .45 caliber shell casings, he grabbed Rosita up by her hair and pushed his face against hers.
"It's no matter!...Shannon is a Godless Dog. You were not married in the Church of the Virgin Of the Impractical Connection!
Papa didn't give you away!"

Rosita tried to spit at him, but his lips crushed hers and he swallowed the vicious but treasured emission, firing a short burst of machine gun fire at Dale's and Sam's feet just to let them now he was still on the ball.

She finally struggled free and stood there, hands on her hips, chin outthrust, a vision of sexy naked fury!
"Bastard!...You are a communist..an atheist!...What does it matter if I was married in a church or not!"

Che hurled an object at her feet and everyone jumped expecting the grenade to go off!
It wasn't a grenade though, it was a copy of Spiegel's Modern Bride...
"There! You see what I brought for you!
You bit off my nut...but still...STILL I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, I'll buy you any gown in that book!"




Far out at sea, Shannon heard the gunfire from the island and debated on doing something about it.
Well...pleanty of time for that he thought, sipping his gin and tonic.

 

[mya]

Sam

Sam was lost. Rosita to marry this mercenary Che? Rosita already married to Shannon? He’d never let on. Clever devil. The gun fire raining down on them was more than Sam could handle…almost.

She frantically looked around for some safe haven, some place where they could run for cover away from this mercenary’s machine gun fire. Where would they go? Could they safely flee and get away? In the distance Sam spotted a boat. It sure looked like the Bold Venture from this distance…could it be? It was still too far away to lend assistance. Assuming of course that Shannon would want to help them at all. Then again, if Rosita was his wife, perhaps he’d help. More likely he’d help her and shoot us. Damn what were we to do.

Spotting an outcrop of rocks, Sam slipped behind and Dale and whispered in his ear. "There to the right…the rocks. Can we make a run for it and take cover behind those rocks before the asshole shoots us or sinks the boat? Do we have any other choice? What do you think babe?"

Rosita continued to gesture angrily to Che swearing at him all the while. She at least was distracting him enough that he did not notice Sam’s and Dale’s tete-a-tete. Yet the maniac continued to fire at them. Did he love Rosita so much he would kill her? Sam was gambling that he would not/could not kill Rosita.