This is a work of fiction based on the characters established and defined in the movie Proof of Life. It is strictly for entertainment purposes. Please do not copy, publish or alter this work in any way without the written permission of the author. As it takes place in a fictional Latin country, all dialogue will be in English with references to when they are actually speaking Spanish. All computer expertise is TOTALLY the imagination of the author.

Jungle Dance - Part Two

By: Songbyrd

Hours later, they lay entwined on the mussed dirty sheets. Terry was content with his lot; he had his arms around the most incredible woman he’d ever met and felt a stirring of something deep inside that he couldn’t identify, but was pleasurable just the same. He was gazing down at her while she slept and noticed the bruising on her arms. Then he pulled the sheet away to see her abdomen, there was a very clear dark blue bruise across her stomach stretching all the way to her back. SHIT!! He had sprawled her across that table with her bad knee bent. Christ! She must’ve been in pain the entire time. What kind of a selfish animal was he anyway? So much for being content; what an asshole he was! Disgusted with himself, he pulled away from her to lie back on the pillow with his arm under his head.

“Was it something I said?” She said softly. She noticed the distant look on his face. “Terry, what are you thinking?” She moved over to him, her chin resting on his chest as she looked up at him. His arm came around to softly surround her.

“I hurt you didn’t I? You have bruises all over you and I took you on that cold hard table with no consideration to the limitations of your body. I’m sorry Tori.” Self loathing was clearly written all over his face.

SHIT!! When it came to pity parties, boy Terry Thorne was the world’s best host. “What makes you think you hurt me? You didn’t take me anywhere I didn’t want to go,” she stated simply.

“Come on, you did it because you felt sorry for me. You’re the most unselfish woman I’ve ever met and I took advantage of it. God, I am so sorry.”

Tori rolled her tongue around in her mouth trying to think of the right response, because she felt that smacking him up side the head might be misconstrued. “So, you think I had sex with you out of pity. Well, that doesn’t say much for my judgment does it Terry? Do you think I am so hard up that I would pick a guy out of pity, Jesus Terry?” Tori was more than a bit irritated at his attitude. She took a deep breath to try and calm her rising ire.

“I didn’t mean it that way.” Terry protested.

“Terry, there’s been heat and attraction between us from the very beginning when you were staring at me while I was sleeping.” At his questioning glance she elaborated, “I wasn’t sleeping as much as you thought. Not to mention the orgasmic head massage I got in the shower when I was half-naked, and so were you. Why can’t you just accept what is between us and not try to analyze it? And as for my bruises…they’re not hurting me at all anymore. At least I didn’t feel a thing when you were fucking me to pieces on the kitchen table. All I felt was pleasure, mind boggling sexual pleasure,” she explained. Her ire left her as she saw Terry’s distress over misreading the situation. Her hands were roving down his body to encircle his quickly hardening strength.

Terry just stared at her as he listened to the logic of her words. He tingled from her hand on his body “The last thing I want to do is hurt you.” Then he paused for a moment, “I guess I just wanted to give you an out.”

“I don’t want an out, but you’re welcome to come in.” She wiggled her eyebrows and he laughed. She moved over and straddled him, he was completely hard in an instant and she just settled down on him. Her moist heat totally engulfed him. “You know, like that.” He sat up and wrapped his arms around her as her legs moved around his back. Their lips came together as if they were one. No one could kiss like Terry Thorne. He settled into her for a nice long lazy fuck.

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The heat of the shower was beating down on the two lovers in mid afternoon. “This is the way I wanted you in the shower since I had my hands in your hair.” Terry said softly above the sounds of the spray. He was foaming her breasts as she leaned against the tile with her hands loosely around his neck, just softly playing with the reddish brown tendrils there. He had such silky hair.

“Is that right? You mean when you so sweetly massaged my head within a half point of orgasm?” She grinned wickedly as she wiggled her eyebrows up and down for emphasis. She tilted her head up and he lowered his lips to hers.

God she tasted like nothing he’d ever tasted before. “That would be the time, luv. But now I am going to take you all the way, again.” He whispered in her ear as his hands continued their assault on her breasts. He raised his hands to her shoulders, very slowly turning her and him so that she was in front of the spray with him behind her. His erection was flush up against her back. His hands came around and encircled her breasts. He started to massage them, stretching them, and then pulling on the nipples. They would respond by standing out like large buttons just inviting him to continue. And he did, over and over, his lips drinking of her neck as she held her hair up above her head arching it for his continuous ministrations.

“Oh God, the way you say ‘luv’, just turns my insides to jelly. From the first, it makes me tingle all over,” she said softly.

“I love the jelly inside you, tastes like honey.” He chuckled as he turned her words into a seduction.

His words made her tingle from tip to toe. He continued to work her breasts; her clit was throbbing with need and she could feel the sensations building. Christ! They had been at it since early this morning with a brief nap and still she could peak in a matter of minutes. Her head was tilted back on his shoulder as he nibbled on her earlobe and surrounded her foaming breasts with his hands; a continual rhythm of stretching, pulling and all over stroking. Then she jerked her lower body and felt it from her clit into the entire nerve system of her body. “God Terry, you fuck me so well.” Her voice was soft in his ear as she took his lobe in between her teeth and pulled. She felt his cock jump against her back. She slid down his body to the floor of the shower and turned to do the one thing he had refrained from letting her do.

His hands were on her head, “You don’t have to do that.” His voice was soft.

“I know I don’t, but you also need to know that I don't do anything I don’t choose to do.” With that she placed her hand around the round thickness and placed her lips over the tip and pulled.

Terry fell back against the tiles in a world of pleasure created solely for him. He surrendered to the ecstasy of her hands and lips on his cock. He’d wanted it for as long as she’d been here, but he didn’t want her to feel like he expected it. But he loved it.

Tori relished the size and strength of him; he was dark red and she could feel the throbbing of his pulsating desire every time she absorbed him into her mouth. He was too long to go all the way in but it didn’t matter- between her hands and mouth she was sure she could make him feel a little bit of what he’d given to her.

“Oh God Tori, that feels so good. You’re killing me with your mouth. Suck harder, make me cum, I’m almost there. FUCK ME!!!!” His voice was a ragged, hoarse whisper.

She just kept loving him; pulling and stretching his glorious strength, when without any quivering he let go, right onto her face she quickly latched her mouth over the tip to get the rest between her lips. God, he tasted of heat, desire and power. She knew all of what Terry was would be in his cum, he was all man. She just took all he gave, sucking with fervor every single drop. The water continued to cascade on her, when in the blink of an eye she got blasted on her back with cold water. “Yow!!!!!” They jumped out of the shower and fell onto the floor laughing. She was on top of him, their bodies flush. He was completely soft. But he buried his hand in her hair and brought her lips back to his. Her voice laced with humor. “I forgot about the hot water rationing.”

“I think we should get dressed and take a break. I need to clear my head a bit before I get on the radio,” Terry suggested. “I don’t want you to be sore, your body needs to rest.” With that bit of logic they rose and went to find clothes for Tori and Terry.

While Terry was getting dressed, he told Tori to stay away because she was too much of a distraction. Tori surveyed the bedroom. They had totally annihilated the sheets with the dirt and dried blood from Terry, along with the camo grease, and the past hours of various bodily fluids all over. The smell of sex permeated the entire room; she took a deep breath and drank it in. She saw the semen stains all over the sheets. She hadn’t seen a washer or dryer; how were they going to take care of this? She couldn’t sleep in this mess. They could move to the other room, but then they would just stain those sheets as well.

Tori dressed back into the pants and another of Terry’s shirts. This was a large polo shirt with the name of some school academy on the breast pocket. Henry’s probably. She hoped he didn’t mind. It wasn’t a sexy fit at all; it hung down to her knees. What on him were short sleeves, on her, hung past her elbows. But she didn’t want seduction right now. He had work to do. She was looking at the bed when he walked in.

“I don’t know if I really want to know what you’re thinking.” Terry’s voice stirred her.

“It’s nothing, just how are we going to clean them? Do you have more sheets?” Terry chuckled as he walked to the closet.

“Yes, I’ll get another set and we clean them with a washing machine, it’s a small one but it’ll hold these. It’s in the closet in the back of the kitchen. But we’ll have to wait, because, my luv…” he paused for emphasis, “there’s no hot water left.” He winked at her and she laughed. He didn’t touch her, and for good reason, if he started he wouldn’t be able to stop and negotiations began in less than an hour.

While Terry spoke to whoever he spoke to regarding the release of the stockbroker, Tori rummaged through the kitchen looking for something to eat. The selection was poor. She finally found flour tortillas, peanut butter and honey. It wasn’t much but it worked. She rolled them up and they tasted great. She loved peanut butter and honey. The only problem was that the peanut butter was creamy and not crunchy.

The evening passed without incident, Tori found the washer and dryer easily and laundered the sheets, then took care of the bedroom to re-establish order as well as the kitchen after their rambunctious sex on the table. She sighed as she gazed at the table. What a fuck that had been. Tori laughed at herself; she’d always enjoyed sex, much to her mother's dismay when she was in high school, but this; well this was something else altogether. Terry's stamina in the erection department, considering his age, not that he was old or anything, was amazing. His stamina in anything was amazing and Tori was more than willing to keep up with him.

What an incredible lover he was. The first time had been so hard and desperate. She knew he’d needed the release, not just sexual but emotional as well. She knew he was getting close to the end of this aspect of his career. When anyone starts conversations with 'I Hate My Life’; it usually indicates that a change is in the air. But their fucking had been so urgent, almost as if he thought he would burst into flames if he couldn't have her. And have her he did. God, just thinking about him between her legs from behind made her whole body shiver. That had been pleasure on another level. A level she was looking forward to exploring again.

She thought about the day that had passed. How many times did she reach orgasm? Ten? Or was it twelve? SHIT! She couldn't remember. Her legs were still trembling from the heat and sensations he evoked in her. God, he brought out passions in her she hadn't known she possessed, but was more than happy to discover. She’d had her share of lovers in her life; none of them even scratched her erotic surface until Terry Thorne.

Tori looked at her watch on the bedside table; 10:30 pm. He’d been on the radio for 5 hours. How long did they negotiate? She was tired and decided not to wait up. She stripped and went to bed and was sound asleep when Terry entered the bedroom twenty minutes later. He saw her clothes on the floor next to the bed and smiled. She was naked under the sheet. The idea made him hard. Any idea that included Tori naked made him hard.

Terry had taken longer than he anticipated but the ELT was scrambling for cash and so it made negotiating them down took tremendous effort on his part. The ELT were holding at three million and Terry, $500,000.00. It was going to be a long haul. But it enabled them to keep doing what they were doing. One fed the other.

They’d made the headlines, again. ELT was trying to protect their asses but because they didn’t know who their enemy was, it made things that much more difficult. Of course, the fact women and children had been killed made for a juicier story, much to Terry’s ire and outrage. Those media vultures. The ELT was playing for sympathy that their loved ones had been “thoughtlessly & brutally murdered” but had a hard time convincing anyone since they were the ones who put them in the trucks loaded with cocaine. Terry had to shake his head more than once to clear the images away. He would carry this guilt with him for the rest of his life. But looking at Tori made it much easier to bear.

The crooked government agencies were as much in the dark as the ELT and the clean Government agencies had no interest in catching them because it was work that they themselves were unable to do due to bureaucratic red tape.

But blowing up trucks and factories was not going to accomplish what was really needed. What they needed was to get to where the money was; find the off shore accounts and the government connections.

There had to be books- electronic books filled with all the information regarding American and European financial links, payoffs to government officials, everything. Terry was sure that Merendoza and Manillo had them in their compounds where they thought no one could get to them. Getting into the compound had never been the problem; it was hacking into their systems. Neither he nor Dino had the advanced expertise to get in; they didn’t know anyone who could, until now.

Terry thought of Tori’s willingness in bed, and out of it. He knew she would do it, all he had to do was ask. The decision- did he want to ask? Was he willing for her to take the risk?

Tori stirred; Terry stripped quickly and slipped under the sheet to take her warm body in his arms.

Tori spoke softly, “I was wondering how long you were going to stand there staring with a hard on the size of the California Redwoods.” There was a chuckle in her voice.

"Can you read my mind?" Terry asked softly. His body was rising in temperature in response to her hands on him that were lightly stroking. The pleasure was so deep, Terry didn't want to come yet; because then it would be over.

"Your mind? No I don't think so, but it seems I can read your body. It speaks to me. Does that sound stupid?" Her hand stilled when her mind went to the more serious mode.

"Not at all, it seems I want my body to speak to you. I'm not good with words. Not like you, it seems you always know the right thing to say,” Terry confessed. "But my mind is focused on you. I want to think of you all the time, does that sound stupid?" His question mirrored hers.

"How could I possibly think that as stupid? I've never been more flattered by anything in my life. Remember, this is an unusual set of circumstances. But somehow I can't help but think there was some kind of divine hand in charge of all this." She waved her hand around for emphasis. "You've made me feel so incredibly wanted and cared for. This is something I've never felt before; something I thought would forever elude me."

"Why? My God Tori, you're a remarkable woman. I can't even fathom why some man hasn't snatched you up and locked you in a secluded hideaway somewhere." His blue green depths bore into hers, the mere thought of having her all to himself in an Italian Villa drenched in luxury filled his mind with possibilities.

"Well, as delicious as that sounds, a woman needs to want to be snatched in order for that to happen. I've never met anyone that really, how can I say, tripped my trigger."

"Tripped your trigger?"

"You know, hit the mark, float my boat." She searched for an expression that would work, “How about made my heart sing? It just never happened. Of all the men I've known, and to be honest I’ve had more than my share. I only had trouble losing one."

"Why was that?" His heart was beating like a drum. Was there someone she wanted way in the back of her heart that she couldn't have…?

"It was Tommy Ferguson and I was eight, he was ten when he moved away from next door to Des Moines Iowa." He chuckled. "Seriously, I cried for a week. He was my best friend. But as for lost loves,” she shook her head to the negative. "What about you? Do you see Henry's mother?"

"Yes, on occasion, when there’s something regarding Henry that needs discussion. But even then, not so much. I missed so much of his upbringing that she forgets to inform me." Tori's eyes went wide in surprise. "Before you judge her too harshly, it's natural. There are so many watershed events in his life that I totally missed. His first steps, I was in Thailand. His first bike ride, I was in Morocco. It’s been that way Henry's whole life. That's why we aren't married anymore." His voice was soft, wistful. She could hear the regret plain as day. "She’s married to a very reasonable bloke; he gets on well with Henry."

"And what about you? Do you get on with Henry?" She asked quietly, mirroring his phrase.

"Better than I used to but it’s still difficult with my work the way it is. I’m gone so much. There’s e-mail, but it isn't enough. I miss him more each time I go away."

"That's a good sign you know." He looked at her quizzically. "The fact that you miss him. Does he miss you?"

"He says he does."

"Well then, that’s a very good sign,” she said with a smile.

"A very good sign of what?" he asked.

"A father/son bond. If he didn't miss you and it didn't matter that you were away then you would have a problem. So apparently, you’re doing something right with him,” she stated simply.

Terry smiled and pulled her up close to kiss her softly on the lips. "You know, you fascinate me. The more I learn about you the more I want to know. You are unique and beautiful."

"What makes you say that? I'm just ordinary. Nothing special about me. Regular school marm from the state of Washington,” she openly admitted, without the least bit of regret. She was who she was; she made no apologies for it.

"If there's anything you aren't, it's ordinary." He kissed her again for emphasis. “Believe me, I know ordinary when I see it, and you’re not it."

"Hey, answer a question for me." She turned around so they were absolutely face to face; she was almost on top of him. But not quite. Her arms were criss-cross on his chest.

"Okey Dokey, what?"

"Tell me about your first true love, and your first fuck." She was grinning mischievously. "They don't have to be together."

Terry laughed, whatever he thought she’d ask this wasn't it. She was something. He thought about it.

"The first fuck is easy and so was she. Sheila named, I can't remember her name, but it was on a camping trip in the outback and she was very available. Had red hair as I recall."

"You remember her hair color but nothing else. She was memorable. How old were you?"

"Fourteen - I only remember her hair because that’s about all I saw from above." He was grinning.

Tori laughed, "Now that’s not what I said, first fuck not first blow job. There’s a difference. Do you need me to explain it to you?"

Terry grinned lecherously, "I would love for you to demonstrate your knowledge first hand." His hand was roving down to her below the waist. "Yes, please explain to me in detail the difference between a fuck and cock-suck. I'm sure you know more than me anyway."

“Later… come on Terry, who was your first love? Forget the first fuck; I’m the best in that department anyway so there isn’t anybody back there worth remembering.” She leaned over him and kissed him lightly on the lips.

His hands stilled on her body. “Mmmmmmmmmmm. I guess my first involvement of the heart kind had to be a Sheila named Toula; her nick name was ‘Tu Tu’. I think I was about 12 or so, she was older about 14. She had long black hair and was a descendant of the Aborigines. She was beautiful. I worshipped her from afar. But she went for an older bloke. I was crushed. But then again, I never really spoke to her. How about you, other than the Tommy bloke? What about your first time in the sack?” He was caressing her arm and thinking about what she said about the being the best fuck. Terry believed she was right on that count. He’d never shared his bed with any one who even came close to Tori.

She snuggled into him for warmth, “Let me see, the first time. Skip Bertrand, quarterback my sophomore year of high school. He was the apple of every girl’s eye; which of course was why I wanted him. You know the cocky jock with the pretty little cheerleader. It was after homecoming,” she winked at him, “boy was it a homecoming. Out behind the grandstands after everyone left. It wasn’t that great, but he was my slave for oh, about 3 months. Until football season was over, then I went on to Cappy Mitchell, captain of the basketball team. I was a fickle little slut.”

Terry laughed at her. “And your first love?”

“I’m still waiting. My mom says because I haven’t really experienced a love of the heart is why I haven’t felt the pull to have kids. She says one will trigger the other. Do you think that’s true?” Tori gazed intently into his eyes, wanting an honest answer.

He thought for a moment, “I think it’s possible. Lisa and I dove into parenthood without any thought of anything. Our philosophy was, ‘you get married, have problems, have a kid to fix the problems and instead, create more problems’. It was a pretty fucked up mentality. In the end, Henry paid the price. So I think you’re smart to wait.” When Terry looked down at her, she was stretched out across him, using his chest as a pillow and fast asleep, her beautiful hair fanned around her. There was something about someone sleeping ‘on’ you as opposed to next to you that stirred Terry.

Kids- he hadn’t really given any thought to having more until he met Tori. She’d be beautiful pregnant. He just knew it. He pictured a little girl of 2 or 3 with an impish grin and golden curls framing her angelic face. Well, maybe angelic wasn’t the right word if the child were a combination of Tori and himself. That thought brought him up short. Was he out of his fucking mind, kids with her? He’d only known her a week and here he was thinking about having kids with her. How ridiculous was that? But his mind couldn’t leave it alone.

Maybe if he ever got out of this hell hole he could think about having a new family. Would she like London? He could move from that tiny flat and maybe buy a place in the country with some flowers and trees. She seemed like the flowers and trees type. A place with a big kitchen. He knew Tori liked to cook. That thought reminded him to send Julio into the village to buy groceries. Tori needed better food than what he had. Then he thought of a way they could contact her sister in Collahara. On that note Terry closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, his arms securely enclosing Tori, who was contentedly draped across his chest. Terry was just as content to have her there.

Tori woke to the pleasurable feeling of Terry’s lips on her abdomen. Her hands went to his hair; she loved the silky feel of the strands through her fingers. She closed her eyes and relished the luxury of the moment in the pre-dawn light. His lips and tongue were lazily caressing right along her bruise line. She couldn’t resist a comment, “Are you trying to kiss and make it better?” Tori’s voice was very soft.

“I wish it were possible,” was his husky response. He lifted his head to gaze at her. God, how could one woman be so lovely; her hair was tousled from sleep, her skin slightly flushed from arousal. Her lavender eyes sparkled with a glow that couldn’t be replicated anywhere.

Tori pulled on his head to bring him up to her for a long soft, wet kiss. His scratchy beard made him so much more attractive. What was it about morning? He shifted his weight so they were totally flush. Tori could feel his heat and hardness between her legs making her drip. She welcomed him there, shifted and spoke quietly, “Come inside Terry, be one with me”.

He needed no other encouragement; he plunged into her as deep as he could go. His lips were on her eyelids, kissing each one delicately. His lips altered course in position to her earlobes, “Like this?” His words brought a shiver all over her body.

“Exactly”. Tori’s arms went from his hair to his hard as a rock ass; she pulled on him to bring him even closer. She raised her legs and he went deeper still. Her strong walls pulling him in. “Don’t go, please don’t go. Love me Terry.” The slight hesitation in her voice changed the mood from play to a mutual joining of two people who began to feel things that neither of them expected.

Terry’s voice was a whisper in her ear, “I do and I don’t plan on going anywhere without you.” Both of them understood the importance of the double meaning his words implied. The words stood alone and they ventured beyond where they’d already been and began a much deeper investment, one of the heart and soul.

His movement was slow at first, relishing the tight sheath. He pulled almost all the way out, and then plunged in deep with more force than ever. He was comfortable like never before. What was it about her that made him feel so at home inside her? Maybe because she gave of herself without reservation. She was in touch with her feelings and her body and what she wanted to do with them. He continued to pump, pulling way out and then giving her so much he thought he would explode just from the depth of her response.

“Oh God, Ahhhhhhh. Yes, Oh my God, Oooooohhh. More, Oh God, more… I need more of you.”

The pace frenzied and her legs were high up on his back; he couldn’t stop if he wanted to. She panted and her body convulsed in keeping the rhythm. There was no other time and no other place for either of them. Faster and faster Terry pumped and pushed. Tori pulled and squeezed, then they both felt it like a bolt of lightening; they opened their eyes to stare at each other as the cataclysmic explosion rocked them.

“FUCK!!!!!!” Terry screamed and Tori echoed. Their rocking continued for several minutes until they were both spent. Terry collapsed on top of her. Her legs slowly lowered to a more relaxed position. But she kept him enclosed inside her. Her hands lightly stroking his back and shoulders. Terry’s lips were lightly caressing her neck and shoulders. He raised himself up slightly to gaze at her again. He had no words. He went to shift, but she wouldn’t let him leave her. So he moved in such a way to stay inside, then he spoke.

“Stay with me.” It was a statement but really a soft question, spoken from the heart.

“Yes.” Was her only response. Then she kissed him. Their lips fused together, and it began again. He hardened, she got wet and they thrust and sloshed in a glorious fuck. Neither of them wanted to move, ever again.

It was afternoon and they were back in bed after eating and showering. They did nothing apart while they were both in the house. Terry needed to touch her every possible moment; he also didn’t want her wearing clothes. Every time she would don one of his shirts, he would just simply slide his hands under to finger her moistness and the shirt would disappear to the floor and she would end up in an orgasm that made her entire body weak with pleasure.

The afternoon transitioned into evening and the two lovers were content to lie in each other's arms kissing and fondling, side by side with their legs and arms intertwined, noses touching; each breath mingling with the other. Their passion spent for the moment, Terry broached the subject he had been avoiding but knew he needed her help. He kept his voice soft for fear of breaking the magic of the day.

"Tori, tell me. Are you really as good as you say you are on that hacking stuff?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Because I think you can help me, but I'm a little afraid to ask. The last thing I want to do is place you in any danger from the scum that is my life."

"Terry, what is it? You know I'd do anything for you." The conviction of her voice was firm in its whisper.

Terry took a deep breath before he spoke, "There are two drug lords here that run the show. They run everything. They have accounts, records of payoffs to governments and a myriad of vital information that is imperative to the success of their billion dollar operation. It’s all in their compounds stored in their computers. But neither Dino nor I have the expertise to get in and hack it out. I thought maybe if we could put some kind of transfer device on the system in the compound, you would be able to hack into it and access all their records. Blowing stuff up is only placing a band-aid on a broken leg. To really stop these people we need to hit them in their pocketbooks. Get all the crooked officials helping them. For that we need the information."

"It would work if your guys were stupid, but I don't think they are. More than likely what they’ve done is store all the important information on an isolated system without a modem connection. They wouldn't put information that sensitive at risk. It might even only be recorded and stored in a vault somewhere. To get to the information, you need to hack into the computer itself. So I go with you to the compound, get the information, burn it to a CD and then we bring it back. They’ll never know it's been copied. We don't take the information; they just share it with us without their knowledge."

The entire time she was talking Terry was shaking his head. "No, that’s out of the question; too dangerous. I couldn't put you at risk that way." His voice was so firm, yet soft. His hands were on her face, stroking brow to her cheek and down to her lower lip. His thumb brushed the lip and she took it in her mouth. He exchanged his finger for his lips. A long slow languorous meshing. He pulled away and sighed. He was in a quandary, he really wanted the information. The sooner he got it, the sooner he was out of here. But she could get hurt; he didn't know what to do.

"It's true; I could be in danger because I don't have the training you do. But I have complete faith in your ability to take care of me. I trust you with my life Terry. With you and Dino to protect me, I'd feel like I was wearing fucking armor." She smiled and circled her arms around his back. Their bodies started to spark once again in the passion they’d come to recognize so well.

"Okay, I’ll talk to Dino about it and see what he thinks. He’ll want to talk to you." Terry paused for emphasis, and looked at her seriously, well sort of, “and try not to be a smart ass.” Terry's admonishment was met with her rubbing her pussy right up next to his cock. He slipped in like a knife in a sheath. They both sighed in pleasure. They rolled so she was on top and all talk about Dino and drug lords faded into the background of their desire.

Terry thought Dino would shoot the idea down without even discussing it. He was wrong. Dino really liked the idea. When he realized he could trust her, Dino found he really liked Tori. The three of them had just eaten an incredible meal prepared by Tori after Julio brought groceries, along with some clothes for Tori. She was happy with everything and never complained about the fit or the color. Terry gave a mock look of horror at the unflattering style. She laughed.

They were sipping drinks and sitting in the kitchen at the table when Dino spoke for the first time.

"How much time do you think you'd need to be able to get what we need?"

"It's hard to say, if the files are all together it could go quickly It also depends on the speed of their computer and the walls set up to protect the files. If the passwords are complex it could take a while."

"Are you saying you have to figure out their passwords?" Terry’s look was one of pure disbelief. “That could take all night. There’s no way this will work.”

“Don’t be such a wet blanket. There are other options to get into the files but I won’t know until I see the system.” Tori wanted it to be clear that this wasn’t something they could just hop in and hop out on.

“I agree, we need to plan a time where we can get an hour if we need it. If we get out earlier then it’s a coup for our side,” Dino responded with a positive energy that Terry had seen before. He was ready to go for it and all Terry could do at this point was play along. SHIT! Why had he even suggested the idea?

The next three days were spent getting Tori ready for the trip uptown to Merendoza’s compound. Her leg was healed, as was the rest of her body. She spent a couple of hours in the morning and afternoon on the equipment in the hanger trying to build her strength back up in her arms and legs. They showed her the layout of the compound and she studied the blueprints of the house and where the computer system was. They had her scaling walls and doing the commando crawl on the jungle floor until she felt like a snake.

The passion between Terry and Tori had been put on the back burner due to her training and the importance that all of them remain focused on the job at hand. The nights were pure heaven for both of them but the days were busy with finding her the right clothes and getting her mentally prepared. It was late afternoon on the third day when Terry snuck up behind her to place a soft warm kiss on her exposed shoulder from the exercise tank shirt she wore. Dino was nowhere around for the first time in three days so he decided to take advantage of the moment. His arms came around her waist to hug her close to his body. He missed having her all to himself.

She shivered from the tender caress, “you know, a girl could get used to being with you so easily. At least, I know this girl has.” She turned and Terry placed his lips on hers and they took the time to indulge in a tongue fuck. Both of them groaned as he pulled away when they heard Dino returning.

They were in the hangar arranging gear when Terry pulled out a pistol and showed it to Tori. “Have you ever seen one of these? Besides the one I carelessly shoved in your face that first time.”

“Yes as a matter of fact I have,” she reached for it, Terry let her have it. She then took the weapon, aimed it away from Terry, popped the magazine out with precision, pulled to release the round in the chamber. Then snapped the magazine back in and popped another round into the chamber, put the safety on and handed it back to him.

Terry shook his head in wonder and chuckled. He shouldn’t be surprised at anything Tori would know.

“What can I say? My oldest brother, Kevin, is a Deputy Sheriff for King County in the Seattle area,” was her response. “He wanted to make sure all of his sisters knew how to protect themselves should the need arise. Guns don’t scare me, just the people who hold them.”

“The only difference here my love, is that these people are true killers. You know your way around it that’s plain to see. But firing it on another human being is something else all together.”

The levity ceased as Tori looked up at him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make light of the situation. I know this is different. I’ve seen what these pigs do and am aware of their total disregard for human life. And you’re right; I’ve never pointed a weapon of any kind at another human being. But I do have a strong sense of self-preservation. I’m going to be fine with you there to protect me; as long as you stay with me I’ll be fine.” Tori reached up and laid her hand across his cheek. He leaned into the caress. They heard Dino coming through the door and pulled apart. But the moment was not forgotten.

It was time; they’d prepared her as best they could given the time constraints. It was ten pm and Merendoza’s compound was about two hours away given the terrain and their mode of transportation. Jeep and feet. Tori was ready and she carried her weight. Her mind was focused and her heart was beating fast. To be honest she wanted very much to make this work. She owed these two men her life and knew this was one way she could repay them.

The last thing said to her in preparation came from Dino who took her aside to speak plainly. “If by some remote chance they catch you. Do not; I repeat, DO NOT speak English. Only Spanish. If they discover you’re American, your life is over. They will kill you and throw your body in a ditch, do you understand me?”

“Yes, I understand,” he started to move away when she pulled on his sleeve, “Thank you for letting me do this. I know you didn’t trust me and this means a lot to me.” Tori placed her arms around his neck and hugged him to her. Dino buried his face in her neck to return the hug and they left.

The trip to the compound proceeded without incident. Only half the team was present. The other half would venture to a factory underground and solicit the diversion with a substantial amount of C4. This action diminishing the protection around the compound making Dino and Terry's entrance smooth. It should give them at least a two hour window in which to obtain the much needed files.

Terry and Tori found the computer system easily but Terry was uncomfortable, the room had no windows and therefore only one exit.

Just as Tori had suspected the room possessed two systems, one with modem and one without. There were no words spoken, except softly between Terry and Dino through the microphones they wore. Tori immediately went to work on the isolated system, first disconnecting all sounds. Terry watched carefully on the perimeter and her fingers flying across the keyboard.

Much to Tori's delight the password was bypassed with a simple insertion of a code from the backdoor. Most people with any savvy at all left backdoors in case of an emergency. As she suspected it was all in Spanish, but she didn't need to read Spanish that well to know what was important and what wasn't. She decided to just copy everything and they could sort it out later. She pulled a stack of burnable CD's from her pack when they heard a noise. She quickly killed the monitor, the PC still on.

Terry pulled his handgun, quietly cocked it to put one in the chamber and together they slid under the small space of the desk. It was tight but Tori felt her heart rate speed up like never before. Terry told Dino what was up and all was quiet. They heard some people enter the room, they went to the alcove on the other side; they were barely out of sight of the desk. Terry and Tori watched through the cord hole in the desk.

The sounds that ventured forth made Terry roll his eyes and Tori smile. It was a hideaway for sex. The two started right in, Tori almost laughed. If it wouldn't have gotten them killed.

["Oh baby show me that wet cunt. I have to see it before I suck it dry.” Then the noises, the moaning and the sighing. “Oh suck me suck me. Give it to me. I want your dick. Stick it in me hard. Fuck me hard.” Then more groaning and sighing.]

Tori rolled her eyes and then took a chance she got on her knees so she could see the monitor. There was no way with all the noise those two made fucking that they would hear anything she was doing. She proceeded to do her job all the while listening to:

[I want to suck your cock, I want your cum all over my body. I want to drown in it. Cum on me baby.]

[No one sucks me like you, suck me suck me harder. I’m coming I’m coming, oh oh oh oh oh, yes baby. You cock sucking whore. Suck harder. Yes I’m there.]

[Spray me, I want your cum. Spray harder. Ah you taste like honey]

Tori was having a hard time keeping her concentration, she stole a glance at Terry. If she were any judge, she saw him in complete control. His eyes surveying every inch that he could see. Tori continued to burn the cd’s. Over and over again, she numbered them as they were complete. She was impressed with the system because it took a short time for each one.

[Now I want your ass, you whore. I’m going to fuck you till you scream. Show me your ass. I want that tight hole. Suck me in you cunt.]

She mouthed the words to Terry. Oh God, again. Terry smiled slightly. God he really could concentrate. She doubted he even heard them. Well, he was a professional soldier so it shouldn’t surprise her. She continued to work even though they could’ve seen her had they looked. She ducked during the transfer of the files. Over and over again she repeated the process till at last she was done. All in all it took about eighty minutes. She piled the cd’s into her bag and they waited.

[We must go. If my husband finds us, he will kill us.]

Then they were gone. Terry pulled his body from under the desk. His legs were almost ready to cramp. He spoke quietly to Dino and they made their way out. He was about to explode. Shit, it was worse on your body than porn. The guy jacking off on her face and then the ass fuck. The whole time he was staring at Tori’s breasts right in front of his face. Talk about torture. His entire lower body was hard, not just from arousal, but from the tension as well. God, he wanted her so much. How was he ever going to wait until they made it back to the house?

They didn’t speak until they entered the hangar and turned on the lights. Tori was about to burst.

“Holy shit! What a rush! You didn’t tell me we were going to get free porn.” She laughed hard and the look on Terry’s face was priceless. “God, you’re un-fucking-believable.” He raised his eyebrows at her mocking, “You didn’t even hear it did you? Christ, I’ve never met anyone with your concentration and ability to focus.” She turned to Dino to elaborate, “These two come in and immediately start with the fuck talk, they were naked and fucking before old K&R guy here could say ‘Okey Dokey mates’”, her voice easily taking on an Australian lilt. Tori just continued on, not noticing the smirk on Dino’s face. He was chuckling at her antics, she was so animated, and who wouldn’t be entranced? She kept waxing on about Terry’s concentration. Dino knew he’d heard every fucking word. Terry missed nothing. He just stood stock still leaning against the doorway, waiting.

When he’d heard enough, his body telling him to get this woman naked as soon as humanly possible, he spoke up, calm and firm, “Tori, you need to take a deep breath and calm down. Much more of this theatrical explanation and you’ll start hyperventilating. We should trek it back to the house.”

Tori took a deep breath and nodded. “I’m sorry. I guess I’ve over done it a bit.” She turned to Dino and the rest of the crew who were putting gear away. “Sorry guys.” They just smiled and reassured her that it wasn’t a problem. Julio came to her and kissed her hand in the gallant style of old. She smiled and blushed.

It was a fast trek back, Tori moved quickly through the brush behind Terry and his flashlight, he was practically running. In just a matter of moments they were climbing the ladder and Terry was executing reconnaissance on the perimeter porch and then inside.

Tori was moving past the spare bed towards the computer room when she felt the strong tug on her arm as she passed by.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" He started fondling her breasts and his hands were moving with lighting speed down and under the tank shirt. His lips and tongue were all over her throat and neck

Tori was surprised at his ardor given his focus of earlier. Her words were stuttered as his hands and lips sped up her heart rate and her ability to think, "I thought you...you ... would want to see the files.... uh... right away."

"There you go thinking again, I had to listen to that fucking for over an hour with your tits in my face and you, Little Miss Fuck Talk Explanation Girl are going to fucking strip for me and give me what that slut got." His hands never stopped moving. His voice was sharp with command but soft in her ear. The contradiction between words and tone were intoxicating on her senses.

Tori felt herself drip at his words; he HAD been listening. She made no move to help him remove her clothes. Feeling just a bit rebellious, she asked "And if I don't want to, what then?" Tori tried to move and all she accomplished was a half step or so before Terry yanked her onto the bed, her chest heaving with the exertion of the action. He held her arms above her head as he pulled his knife from its sheath lying next to her and very lightly took the blade under her shirt and they both heard the tearing of the fabric right down the middle opening to reveal her bountiful breasts. He replaced the knife and then pressed his body into hers; no smile as he rubbed his rock hard lower body into hers. Tori's eyes were wide with the intense purpose on his face. He knew what he wanted; he was not to be denied. Not that she wanted to deny him anything when he was like this. Her heart was beating like a trip hammer and her whole body trembled from the cold steel of the knife against her skin. His mouth lowered and surrounded one erect nipple and sucked. Then he pulled it through his teeth as it popped out totally wet from his saliva.

"That is not an option. Do you understand? I've been fucking ready to bury myself inside your saturated pussy since before we left and by fucking God, I will have you. And you will have me". The force of his words turned her on to the point where she was now fumbling with the closure on his pants. In a second they were gone and she was circling his hard cock with her fingers pulling and relishing the power she held over his body. The dark red member throbbed in her hand, his heat pulsing through each vein. She could see the milky fluid oozing from the mushroomed tip. She took it with her thumb and then raised her thumb to her lips and sucked it.

Terry groaned, grabbed her pants and panties and yanked them none to gently from her trembling body. They were as naked as they could get, and just as Tori was about to lower her mouth he pulled her up and pushed her to the floor face down.

"That shit inspired me; I want to see your ass. Your perfect ass is mine and I want it now. Any objections?" She shook her head and was on all fours in an instant and he was up inside her wet pussy massaging with first one, then two, then three fingers. She was writhing in the anticipation.

"I don't want your fingers Terry. For Chrissake, if you are going to fuck me then do it right," Tori demanded. In the blink of an eye he was over her and shoving his hardness all the way up. He grunted in the pleasure of finally being where he wanted to be.

"Is this right? Are you going to give me instructions on how to fuck you? I don’t think so!” He rasped as he buried himself in her tight holder. He rammed into her none too gently, but not rough either. Again and again he was there, her walls sucking him in and her wetness sloshing around him. God, she felt so damn good. She was so hot. He wanted her so much. “Just suck me in; I deserve it after what you put me through.”

“Oh my fucking God,” was all Tori could say as Terry fully and thoroughly fucked her. She had been hot and trembling ever since the compound. She thought it was just adrenaline, but who the hell cares. Again and again he pushed into her wetness, his body touching hers from ass to neck, his lips across her back, licking and sucking at her hot skin. It was like an erotic dream; this man was doing things to her body and senses that even she never dreamed of. Then she crashed over. Her body convulsed with orgasmic tremor after orgasmic tremor. Her body shook with it.

Terry however, was still hard as he led her over that mountain of pleasure again. Then he pulled out from her. His voice was in her ear. “I need this, don’t worry I won’t hurt you, ever.” Tori felt him submerging his fingers in her wetness and then smearing her fluid around her hole. His cock was totally wet with her juices as he slowly pushed his way in. She started to tense, then he was there again. “Don’t tense up, it’s okay. Trust me luv.” Tori trusted Terry with her life, always. She relaxed and he groaned as he slipped in and out smoothly. Just a few strokes and it was over, Terry exploded in one huge rush of fluid. “Oh God, thank you luv.” He just kept his body all the way in as his cock throbbed inside her as it continued to fill her more and more with his essence. He held himself up with one arm as he used his other hand to brush the damp hair away from her neck to spread soft warm kisses all along the hairline at her neck. His throbbing continued inside her as he waited for his body to calm down.

She had her head down with her hair totally concealing her face. When she didn’t say anything, Terry began to worry, thinking he might have pushed too far. Had he hurt her? “Tori, luv. Are you alright? I didn’t hurt you did I? Honey, please say something.”

“I think my arms are locked.” Her voice was a husky revelation. Terry pulled away and moved to the sid