Bold Venture!

[chanaud]

Rosita Castro

Rosita spat at the catalog at her feet. “I am NOT marrying you, Che. We traded vows under God’s roof and I have no intentions on breaking them.” Che approached her, aiming his tommy gun wildly. His head seemed to double in size and looked as if he was ready to explode in anger. She feared for her life. There were murmurs behind her. This is not the time to get distracted, Rosita thought. First thing first, she has to deal with Che. She will deal with the two gringos later. A light bulb flashed before her as she saw Che hobble towards her.

“Che darling. Let’s make a deal. Leave us alone for a week and I will fuck your brains out next week.” Che stopped. His eyes rolled back in consideration for a brief moment.

“No deal! You will be a widow soon and then you will be available for me.” A slow menacing face decreased the red on his face. His eyes turned black like the angry sea.

A panic appeared on Rosita’s face, which made Che break out into a wide smile, revealing one rotten tooth caused by Cuba’s finest rum.

Rosita shrugged her shoulders. Slate Shannon will have to deal with Che and his men on his own.

“You better watch out, Che. He has an army on his ship.”

There! That should give Rosita enough time on the island to do what she came for.

 

[ariosto]

Shannon


Through his powerful Zeiss binoculars Slate watched the little tableau from the comfort of his deck chair on the bow of the Venture rolling gently in the turquoise sea.
He sipped his cool spiced rum and coke, lit another cigarette, flipped the match overboard, took a deep satisfying, lung filling breath...and smiled.

That Rosita...what a gal. She could talk her way out of anything, including Che Gueverra and two dozen commie guerilla fighters. Hell I wouldn't be surprised if she told him we were married or something!

He laughed out loud.

"Cap..."
It was Julio.
"The grilled swordfish steaks are ready...you want a beer with 'em?"

Shannon looked at his nearly full tumbler of rum, pondered and set it down in the cup holder.
"Yeah, a beer...a beer would be good right now. Nice and cold."

 

[darrenfate]

Dale

"No Sam, let's stay here. If we must join forces with these guerillas then we must. We can never slip away, darling. Trust me on this one OK? We have been in worse situations than this before. Remember the Piffles? We lived through that one! "

Dale shuddered at the thought of that evil family. He was not anxious to revive those best dead memories. He whispered -

"Ok doll, whatever I do just go along. "

Boldy Dale walked up to Che and Rosita. The guerillas instantly raised their weapons, but Dale showed his empty hands. Silently they lowered their guns as Dale and Sam approached. Dale cleared his throat, attracting the half eunich's attention.

"Ernesto, we are here to find a buried treasure. Just think of it. Only we know where it is, and we need you and Rosita here to help us find it. Rosita knows the island like the back of her, er hand <Dale was distracted by her ass> and can serve as guide. You keep us safe from mercenaries like Slate. In fact, that can be your first task." Dale jerked his finger towards Slate's ship.

"Sic em! I have a feeling only one of you comes back, and my money is on you big guy!"

"We split the gold and the coins 50/50, you can finance a lot of revolutions with that kind of money. We can turn those soins into real money with our connections in Amsterdam. Cuba is yours for the taking, the rest of Latin America will be at your feet. Beware of Bolivia though, they are ruthless down there."

"So, what do you think?"

Che stared at him unblinking, but Dale held his ground in firm resolve. He replied, jutting his thumb at Sam -

"And what of this woman? I take her as I please as part of the deal? "

Dale shook his head in the affirmative.

Speak Gringo. Say the words

"Yes" Dale replied softly.

Dale felt a quick jab in his ribs from Sam's clenched fist. He whispered.

"Sorry babe. Think of the money, willya?"

 

[Turk-Rakker]

Che looked from one woman to the other and smiled. A plan was forming...gold was it?....gold and both women. With enough gold he could go to Switzerland and replace his missing nut and with two women he could....well the possibilities were limitlless.
As for the gringo..well give him his due he had cajones of steel.
TWO cajones of steel in fact but one unarmed man against twenty fierce and deadly freedom fighters...
He laughed...
"OK...you got a deal. Fuck you Rosita. I'll take the blonde gringa and marry her instead."

Che grabbed Sam and kissed her with latin passion, running his tongue down her throat but keeping his AK trained on dale's belly and his eyes on Rosita's face which had become suffused with suspician and something else...

"You mine baby."
He said releasing the flustered Sambut keeping an arm tightly around her waist.

"OK Yanqui, let's go treasure hunting...now."

 

[mya]

Sam - gets mad and begins to formulate a plan

Sam came up sputtering--partly from the mercenary’s dirty rum filled kiss and partly at how easily Dale had cut her loose to the heathen. One thing for sure, if Sam lived long enough, she’d see Dale staked out naked on the beach and gleefully cover him in honey herself. Then she’d sit back and watch the ants eat him alive! Sam didn’t have red hair for nothing, and Dale would eventually feel her wrath. For now she had to deal with Che and his grubby paws and mouth.

She figured now was not the time to tell her new husband to be that the "gold" they sought was really just an ancient statue. Sure, if she was correct, it might well point the way to further treasures, but Sam had come not for the potential gold. First and foremost she’d come to prove she could find it and unravel the ancient mysteries of the Mayan culture…to have her name placed in the journals of history beside her dad’s. For now though Sam realized she had little choice but to play along. She was certain she could play Che along and keep him putty in her hands…at least until she was done with him.

Glancing over her shoulder at Rosita and Dale, Sam directed her comments at Che as she pointed at Dale. "He knows too much Mr. Che. You must be sure he is well tied up so that he can not follow us, or beat us to the treasure."

Che’s gold teeth glinted in the Bermudan sun as he jabbed his rifle into Dale’s gut prepared to pull the trigger. As much as Sam wanted to see ants torturing him, she could not bare to see the man she loved shot in front of her. Quickly she piped up again, "NO. Mr. Che, we can not afford to kill him either. If I am unable to locate the treasure on my own, I may need his help. He is the best in this field. Perhaps you can just see that he is tied and guarded for safe keeping, no? I would not trust Rosita either. She could be tied and guarded also no? Then you, my husband-to-be and I can go on alone first to see if we can reach the treasure first. What do you think of that plan Mr. Che? Is it not a good one?"

 

[darrenfate]

Dale

Dale stood there in the blazing sun, but the heat from that glowing orb was nothing when compared to the blaze of fire that leapt from Sam's flashing eyes. Dale had gone too far and he knew it. It had seemed like a good plan just a few short minutes ago, yet now he knew that he would have a better survival chance wrestling Gators than facing Sam alone right now. If they were alone he wouldn't get any for a month!

He looked at Che as Sam cozied up to the disgusting rebel. He muttered -

"Sam hey what the hell are you doing?

Sam .................Sam!"

Dale clenched and unclenched his fists as he thought "I can take this so called patriot Che". Just then a fly veered towards Che and he deftly snatched it out of thin air. He shook his clenched fist and threw the fly hard against the ground. The man's hands were unbelievably quick. Dale, upon second thought, said out loud.

"Uh, never mind."

Dale would have no chance! He whispered to Rosita ...

"Well things don't look very good. I think I should shut up. If you have any good ideas on how to save us, I can't think of a better time then now!"

 

[chanaud]

Rosita Castro

Rosita looked at Dale boldly and spoke erratically with Latin passion. “Ideas? You come to me for Ideas? You are the one who put me in this predicament. Stupido Gringo! Then you want me to save you and your Americana puta girlfriend?”

Her head jerked towards Sam’s direction, ignoring the fact that she looked helpless under Che’s insistent pawing.

“I have ideas and you’re going to play along. Yoy comprende? Now get me some clothes before the crabs eat me alive.”

Che overheard her. He ordered his men to bring some wears. All they could find was an extra small khaki fatigues. She cursed loudly again at the thought of wearing them. The uniform molded over her body, accentuating her large bust and high ass. Her narrow waist was cinched with a wide black belt giving her a perfect hourglass figure.

Meanwhile, Sam reached in her bra, pulled out a wrinkled piece of paper. She unfolded it delicately, revealing aged watermarks over a map. All gathered around her with great interest. Knowing this island like the back of her hand, Rosita immediately recognized the location. She gasped at the X. All eyes turned to her with keen interest.

“What is it Rosita?” Dale asked in earnest.

“Nada.” Her head shook with denial.

Che raised his tommy gun and pointed it to the side of her right temple.

“I think you’re lying. I know you know this island as well as I know every curve of your luscious body. You will lead us to this treasure. If you lead us astray, I will shoot you on spot even though I still love you. If you don’t believe me, try me.”

His hard voice had an edge to it. Rosita knew he meant business. For the first time, her dark coal eyes looked scared.

She nodded in agreement. She spoke softly so all had to lean in to hear her clearly. “We will set foot tomorrow morning. It should take us 2 – 3 days depending on weather. I warn you though, it is in the middle of a cove and the cove is surrounded by many dangers. Hopefully, we will survive. Hopefully one of us will survive. Meanwhile, we rest tonight. Tomorrow is another day.”

 

[ariosto]

"Take us into that cove over there Julio, I think we may find some crab to go with this grouper and swordfish."
Slade bent over the bubbling cauldron of bouillibaisse and threw in some beer...sniffing deeply.
"Yeah that's what we need all right...some crab and maybe some coconut milk."

Julio steered the Bold Venture close along the shore.
"You mean that little place there marked with the big X?"

Shannon looked up suddenly interested.
"X...?"

"Yeah look." The Cuban pointed at two crossed timbers forming an X seated on a low rise at the head of the cove.

"Well ain't that interesting."
Suddenly the ingrediants of the savory fish stew took second priority.
"Bring her in mate, bring her in fast."

 

[chanaud]

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[mya]

Samantha

Sam settled quietly upon the sand, carefully taking in all the activity and listening intently to Rosita’s words. Dale remained the only prisoner trussed up on the beach. She glared at him still…it was better treatment than he deserved for sure! Though deep down she did not wish to see him hurt—at least not too bad. And any pain inflicted on his delectable flesh, should after all be hers to administer—for the wrongs he’d just served her.

Sam was also not stupid. She knew Rosita had a bigger hold on Che than she ever did or ever could. So Sam stayed quiet, determined not to bring any undo attention to herself, or give Che and his men any reason to subdue her either. Right now they were all caught up in gold fever. Che contemplating the treasures Rosita would uncover for him. Sam had to work fast, or she’d never get her name into the Archeology journals with her dad. She had to be first to reach the treasure…not for the treasure, but for the prestige it would bring her.

Night was falling, Che and his men were tired and hungry. He ordered them to catch fish and bring beer. And they did so quickly. Che settled beside Sam and fed her fish with his own fingers. Sam struggled to contain her shivers for his finger nails were black with grime. She dared not offend him for his generous offer. She swallowed the bland fish. Che gave her a beer to wash it down, which she quickly and gratefully did.

"We must give the prisoner some water Che. We can not afford for him to die just yet. As the Gringa has said, we might yet need him. Do not worry yourself, I shall take care of it." She took a warm canteen to Dale and held it to his mouth for him to drink. She spoke quietly to him.

Sam watched as the motley crew returned to the cask of beer again and again, drinking huge mouthfuls at a time. Che himself was imbibing liberally. Sam yawned. "I’m tired Che. I think I shall bed down right here by the fire for sleep tonight. Is that OK?"

Che smiled a gap toothed grin. "Of course my-wife-to-be…sleep well." He bent his head and claimed her lips in another hot passion filled kiss. The stench of second hand beer assailed Sam’s nose and mouth. She fought to keep her light supper down, as she pretended to enjoy his kiss completely. As her released her lips she slid down to the sand on her side and closed her eyes. Now if she could just get Che and his gang to think her asleep, and Rosita too. And if she could just stay awake herself. It had been a long trip and she’d had very little sleep. Afterall, at first it had been Dale keeping her from sleep, and now her most recent travails had denied her rest further.

 

[darrenfate]

Dale

Dale sat bolt upright on the sand, realizing that he had just awoken from the deep sleep of the dead. He had planned to wait them out but exhaustion had overtaken him.

He was back now - all senses alert as he sat quietly thinking of the strange set of circumstances that had led him here. He could see the voluptuous shape of Sam as she lay sleeping. Dale had only agreed to this quest as a vehicle to stay closer to her - to be with her. Shockingly he realized that he still loved her. Damn. Dale sure had a funny way of showing it. He didn't belong here and he knew it. Dale wanted nothing more than to leave Che, Rosita, the revolutionaries, South America, especially that scumbag Slade far behind in his rear view mirror.

First things first. Get free. The lax security of Che's men made Dale laugh. Beer induced snores rose from all over the camp. Rolling over he flipped on his side and reached behind him for the ropes that bound Rosita. He missed the rope, and firmly groped her ass instead. Rosita stirred next to him as he fumbled with her bonds. They fell free. Silently Rosita released him.

Like a big cat she was on her feet leading him into the nearby jungle. Dale stopped short furiously shaking his head no. He saw the flash of anger in her hot blooded Latina eyes. Dale spun back towards the sleeping camp. Time to reclaim what was once his. He crept close to Sam pausing to watch her sleep - that magnificent chest rising and falling with each breath. Mmmm. He placed his big hand over her mouth. Her eyes shot open yet she did not scream. Perhaps he had a chance after all.

He scooped her in his arms and had just made the edge of the jungle when the first bullet whizzed by his head. One of the guards had seen them that shot from 100 meters barely missed its mark. The dark jungle closed around them as Rosita forged ahead blazing the trail.

Slap

Sam had smacked his face. Dale couldn't help but grin. He was back!

Sam was by his side, although for how long who could know?

Life is good.