Chapter 39 - Arlene Part 18
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Section 18 - Enrique's Palace of Sin
Gold mining and prostitution go together like ham and cheese or bacon and
eggs. Anyway, wherever there there's a gold mine, they'll be prostitutes to
trade their ass for the yellow metal the miners take out of the ground. Before I
arrived at LaPenera, if you said "gold mine" to me, Id visualize a dark tunnel
dug into the side of a mountain. There'd be a little cart on rails to move the
dirt and rocks back to the mine entrance. My experience of mines was limited to
the movies and proved amazingly inaccurate when compared to the mine at
LaPenera.
The mine at LaPenera is not a tunnel. It is a giant muddy pit over a mile wide
and a quarter of a mile deep. It's so fucking big it can be seen by the space
station or so I'm told. There weren't any huge trucks or giant earthmovers
either, just ten of thousands of near naked miners clawing away at the ground.
The miners are mostly men but there are a few women scattered among them.
It was raining the first time I looked down in the pit; but that didn't stop
the ceaseless search for the yellow metal. Miners were hauling large sacks of
rocks on their backs up the surface. It looked like an enormous ant farm from a
distance. Beginning at the bottom, the miners had to climb a dozen flimsy
ladders to reach the top. The sides of the pit were terraced and ladders leaned
against mud walls allowing the miner to climb from terrace to terrace. Sometimes
a ladder would break or slip and the miners would fall to their death often
taking other miners with them.
When the miner reached the top of the hill, he carried his bag over to the
weighing station of the Drummond Mining Company. The bag's contents were dumped
on a scale and the weight recorded. The miner was handed a slip of paper that he
took to the next station in the process where he was handed a few Real as
payment. The miner would put the money in a leather pouch he wore around his
neck then quickly return to the pit for another load. The work went on from
first light to dark.
Inside a fenced in area was a smelter that extracted gold from the ore. It
released sulfur dioxide into the atmosphere that when mixed with moisture rained
back down as diluted sulfuric acid. In spite of being in the middle of a
rainforest, there was not a living plant for miles. The town and surrounding
area was a sea of mud. And the poisoned atmosphere produced its share of freaks
like two headed frogs or lizards with an extra set of legs. If there is such a
thing as hell on earth, it's LaPenera.
One of the Drummond bosses told me that on any given day, three to five miners
died in the pit and another twenty were injured. Most died from accidents but
some from disease and exhaustion. The mine boss who liked to fuck me was named
Jesus Martinez of all things. He was born in Rio de Janeiro, educated at the
Colorado School of Mines and spoke good English. My yoga postures turned him on,
especially the one where I interlocked my ankles behind my neck. He would scoot
down and lick my pussy and asshole while I stayed in that posture. Although he
seemed he like a regular guy, he had the same attitude toward the workers of all
the Drummond bosses.
Jesus didn't consider the Indians human enough to worry about. In his view,
they were a lesser species and therefore expendable. We talked one night after
he had just pumped a load of sperm in my vagina, I pulled two squares of the
rough toilet paper off the roll I kept by my bed and stuffed them in my cunt to
soak up the sperm while I tried to get him to linger and fuck me again. When
Jesus came to the Palace, I got to use one of the bedrooms that had a door and a
room air conditioner. A security guard with a shotgun stood outside that door
guarding the boss while he fucked me. On a couple of occasions, Jesus let the
security guard fuck me while he watched or joined in. Jesus was definitely
bisexual when he was drinking. He'd insist we both suck the guard's cock until
he blew his load then the three of us would share it. Nothing's too weird or
deviant at LaPenera.
If I could persuade Jesus to stay for another fuck, it would keep me from
having to slip back into the oppressive heat and filthy lingerie that Enrique
made me wear. I would get a few hours reprieve from having to stand in the meat
line downstairs waiting to be chosen by another customer.
"Why doesn't Drummond use heavy equipment to move the earth?" I asked laying
my hand softly on his cock.
"Equipment cost money. Miners cost nothing."
"But you need so many workers and it's dangerous."
"The jungle has an endless supply of Indians, we could never use them up, even
if a thousand were killed each day."
As I recall I did manage to get him hard again as we discussed man's
inhumanity to man. He invited Ramon the guard to join us and they took turns ass
fucking me and doing the ass to mouth or ATM thing that was the trendy
perversion in Rio.
Going for the second fuck from a customer has its downside. You have to work
harder to make them cum and that's additional wear and tear on your mouth and
pussy, sometimes your ass. It's hard to fake enjoying it when the walls of your
cunt feel like they've been sand papered and your lower jaw's about to fall off.
My life at LaPenera was a living hell of joyless commercial sex, the occasional
beating, and unspeakable perversions, located in the least hospitable
environment on this earth.
After the fifteen day journey up the Amazon and then its' tributary, the
Jivara River, the Amazon Queen II finally reached LaPenera. Captain Chavez had
organized a celebration the night before we reached the mining town.
"We're going to have a little going away party with you two," announced
Captain Chavez the night before we reached LaPenera. The crew of the Amazon
Queen II wouldn't have any women on board for the return trip to the coast so it
was the final night there would be an opportunity to screw the two resident
whores. I surmised that on the return trip, sodomy was the rule of the day. One
time, Tiko and Siko had demonstrated to Denise and me, the joy of fucking each
other in the ass. They took turns plowing each other's backdoor before they
ordered us on our bellies for a round of shit packing. Both always had this
happy grin on their face while they were pumping a load into my butt. The
Jivaros were like children in many ways.
We were tied up to the riverbank for the night. It was after dinner when
Captain Chavez pulled out several bottles of rum to get the party started.
Denise and I did several quick shots in order to quickly reach the
I-don't-give-a-shit state. We had a pretty good idea that our night would be
consist of a continual gangbang interrupted by general nastiness.
Denise and I hadn't done any lesbian sex together so to start the Captain made
up get on the big table in the galley and eat each other's pussy. Denise sat on
the edge with her heavy thighs spread wide and played with her clit while I
licked her from asshole to pussy hole.
Since neither of us had been able to bathe other than standing in the
afternoon rain while on deck, it was the nastiest, smelliest cunt, I'd ever put
my mouth on. We hadn't douched in weeks and multiple gallons of cum had been
deposited inside us to decompose in the humid fetid jungle air.
Fortunately, we had drunk enough of the rum whose alcohol content was off the
charts to totally cloud our judgment. We managed to eagerly burrow our faces in
each other's nasty snatches while the fifteen-crew members cheered us on. If I
hadn't been drunk, I would have puked from the aroma coming from Denise's cunt.
When I sensed Denise was on the edge of climax, I stuck three fingers of one
hand up her shit stained asshole and two fingers of the other hand in her slimy
cunt. Both of us had suffered from diarrhea since we had been on board.
With my digits fully involved, my mouth attacked her clit. Three to five
minutes of my raking my nails across her G-spot, produced a screaming
eye-rolling climax that included a loss of bladder control. At eye level, I
watched her urethra open up and drench my face in strong yellow piss.
"Open your mouth and swallow it," yelled Captain Chavez who was standing
nearby jerking his cock.
I did as I was told although it was a struggle since Denise slowly fell
backwards on the table and her piss stream arched toward the ceiling. The crew
yelled and applauded as Denise lay there like a fountain with a stream of pee
shooting almost to the ceiling before it rained back on Denise and me.
The crew loved the show. Next, Denise was tasked to eat me and for a
Manchester housewife, demonstrated excellent muff diving skills. After I
climaxed, Captain Chavez ordered me to piss in Denise's mouth and Denise to
swallow it. I was feeling revengeful so I made it a challenge. I had a bladder
full of rum so I took my time, allowing Denise to capture a mouthful and swallow
before I restarted my flow. When I finally finished, the two of us stood up on
the table and walked around rubbing our very round extended bellies. There's
nothing like a swollen stomach of foul yellow piss to turn a group of horny
riverboat men on. While I was strutting my stuff, naked as the day I was born
and pushing out my abdomen to show how much piss I swallowed, I looked around
the galley at that horny bunch of thugs and realized I was going to be fucked
unmercifully. I decided to accept the challenge. I parted my labia, aimed my
hole at one of the seated crew and delivered a squirt. He laughed and opened his
mouth to drink it in. Denise caught on and we both worked our way around the
table. Someone invented a new drink concocted of cheap rum and girl piss. Denise
and I added a squirt to each of the tankards and our own. Get a girl drunk and
all her inhibitions vanish. I remember sitting on the table, drinking a rum &
piss and demanding to know who was going to fuck me first.
Captain Chavez did the honors. He flipped me over to my all fours, grabbed a
handful of my hair and yanked my head back to where my neck was in danger of
breaking. He spit on my asshole and spread it around it. I felt his cockhead
pushing against my brown eyes painfully forcing its way inside.
"Fuck my ass, Captain," I screamed as the hole popped open and seven inches of
unwashed cock slid into my rectum. I felt a sharp twinge of pain causing me to
look down at my nipples that were being stretched downward toward the tabletop.
Engine room sailors seated on opposite sides of the table had embedded their
grease blackened nails in my flesh and were having a contest abut who could
stretch my nipples the longest. There were tiny drops of blood at the end of the
embedded nails. I opened my mouth to protest but a hard cock was immediately
shoved down my esophagus. I felt my mouth filling with urine and swallowed as an
act of self-preservation.
Over the course of the evening I must have done a half dozen cum and piss
cocktails that I washed down with rum. At some point, I recall the cook packed
Denise and my pussy with vegetable shortening then stuck his fist inside us.
It got drunker and drunker and the crew decided to engage in multiple
penetrations. I got all three of my holes stuffed several times and so did
Denise.
They played music and we had to dance for them. They seemed to get a real kick
out of overweight Denise doing a shimmy to something that sounded like a
Brazilian version of rock and roll. We fucked for hours, taking them on with
every hole we had. After a while, everyone passed out. I woke up sometime in the
early morning with one of the crew standing over me pissing on my face. I got
to my feet, found Denise asleep in a large pool of her own vomit and somehow
managed to get us back to our cabin. Thank God, the boat didn't reach LaPenera
until late morning so we got to sleep it off before we arrived.
A large crowd turned out to meet the boat. They were mostly children too
young to work in the mines and their mothers. The Captain left his second in
charge and ushered Denise and I off the boat and through the crowd.
I suppose they all knew we were whores come to join the crew at Enrique's
place. Some of the young boys hooted at us and made gestures. Denise let out
sort of an 'eek' sound when someone grabbed her ass. I was ignoring the hands
that kept feeling my tits and ass. That caused Captain Chavez to upholster his
gun to intimidate the crowd. I could tell LaPenera was a going to be a friendly
town.
The town and mine were up a steep bluff overlooking the Jivara River. When you
reached the top of the bluff, you could see down into the mine pit. The town was
initially sited some distance from the mine but it turned out the gold seam
headed in the direction of the town. By the time, we arrived the mine pit was
less than a hundred yards from the edge of town.
"This must be Hell on earth." I said to Denise as Captain Chavez and two of
his crew marched us from the dock to the brothel where we'd be working.
"I've never seen anything like it," muttered Denise who was breathing heavily
from the effort of walking uphill in the intense heat and humidity.
"You whores are lucky. Those stupid bastards work and die to earn a few Reals
so they can climb between your thighs for a minute of pleasure," said Captain
Chavez. I guess the Captain was not without his philosophical side. The town, if
you can call it that, of LaPenera consisted of a single unpaved street that was
usually ankle deep in mud and several unpainted wooden buildings. Beyond the
town was a sea of tents and wooden huts where the miners lived.
The only decent buildings in town were in the compound of the Drummond Mining
Company. Inside the compound were the offices and living quarters of the mine's
managers and guards. An electrified barbwire fence manned by men with shotguns
surrounded the compound. Guard dogs patrolled the perimeter twenty-four hours a
day. I was inside the compound several times when the managers wanted a private
party. They had decent facilities there including air conditioning and showers
with hot water. Once I discovered that, I would fuck anybody who worked from
Drummond anyway he wanted it as long as I could spend a few hours there.
In the center of the LaPenera stood the largest structure. There was a sign
above the entrance announcing this was the 'Palace of Sin' and that Enrique
Estevez was the proprietor. The Palace of Sin was definitely no palace. It was
a two story wooden structure whose construction wouldn't have passed code in the
most corrupt city in America. The entranceway was always tracked with mud. Mud
and dried dirt were everywhere and over time got into everything. I could put my
fingers in my pussy right now and pull out some river mud from the banks of the
Jivara. The first floor was a barroom with a small stage. I put in a lot of time
on the stage, more about that later.
The showers were outside in a couple of open stalls. An open water tower
collected rain plus the occasional small animal or bird that managed to fall
inside and drown. When the water got a certain smell, we'd bribe a kid to go up
and remove the carcasses. The water was unheated and unsanitary. Since the
stalls were open, the kids would gather in the morning to watch us shower.
Denise because she was so fat and light skinned drew the largest audience. After
a while, you ignored it. I got used to showering with a hundred teenage boys
watching me while they jerked off. Sometimes, they managed to get a few Reals
and come inside and buy Denise or me for a half hour. Denise had a hard time
with being seen by all those kids, let alone being fucked by ones younger than
her oldest boy.
"Where are their mothers?" Denise demanded the first morning we ventured out
to wash.
"Down in the mine or freelancing," I replied. Most of the women who didn't
work in the mine worked part time as prostitutes. That is if they could get a
customer. The portion of miner's wives who were perfectly willing to sell their
ass was a majority. Only the very old and sick of the females weren't willing to
take a tumble for gold. Girls as young as ten or twelve were available if that
was your thing.
At several of the Drummond parties, the mine managers would entice a handful
of ten-year-old virgins for the night. They'd make we LaPenera whores dance with
the girls then help the managers to deflower them. They'd bust each girl's
cherry while everyone watched. Native women are tough even at that age. It was
quite a sight to watch as a two hundred fifty pound boss slammed eight inches
into the tiny, almost invisible goal of an eighty-pound girl. They'd squeal and
squirm but quickly get over the pain and tears when they were given a few Reals.
The only advantage offered by the Palace whores over the native women was
that we were on the whole much prettier. The miner's Indian wives usually had
their front teeth filed down to points. They were short, round bellied, with
pierced septum and the personal hygiene of a grizzly bear. You could smell them
coming.
Since I was a slender 5'11", blonde and had all these gorgeous tattoos, I was
considered an exotic and had more customers that I could fuck. Surprisingly,
Denise with her large ass, huge tits, and very white skin was also in demand
most of the time, especially with the Jivaros that only recently came out of the
forest. Jivaros are animist and believe that the jungle is a form of God. I
think in another day and time, they would have made Denise their queen and
worshipped her.
"You'd think they wouldn't want their sons watching naked women," said Denise
as we were soaping up our pussies trying to clean out the dried cum deposited by
the crew the night before.
" They only watch us because we're different from their mothers and sisters.
These people run around naked all the time."
"I know I wouldn't let my boys watch."
I ignored the last remark. Any mention of her boys was likely to send Denise
into a crying jag and that pissed Enrique off. When he was pissed at Denise,
he'd go get his strap and beat her ass till it was purple. Her screams drove
everybody nuts so we learned to keep Denise calm and avoid the noise.
Over time, I learned to amuse myself by teasing the boys. I'd sit on the bench
in the shower and play with myself while they jerked off. Sometimes I'd bring a
latex dildo and fuck myself with it. We had little contests to see who could
come first. Of course, I had an advantage. I could fake it. Denise didn't like
that either. She thought I was corrupting innocent youth.
"They're just children. You should set them an example." Denise said this
one-day as I was perched on the shower bench, my legs spread wide and pushing an
eight inch dildo in my cunt. I was facing a circle of twenty boys who were
jacking off as they watched me.
"There isn't a one of them, that hasn't fucked his mother or sister," I
replied.
"Arlene, just because we're forced to be here, doesn't mean we have to loose
every shred of morality."
"Denise, I'm a whore in an Amazon mining town. I fuck as many as fifty miners
a day. I don't have a shred of morality left."
So the showers lacked even elemental privacy. But that wasn't even the worst
part. The toilets were three outhouses located also at the back of the Palace.
There was a ditch under the outhouses to carry away the excrement when it rained
which fortunately was practically every day. Each outhouse had three holes cut
in a long board and no lock on the door. If you sat on the middle hole, your
shoulders touched the persons on either side. Everyone coming to the Palace
shared these.
You'd be sitting there doing your business and a drunken miner would wonder
in. If you were lucky, he'd just sit down beside you and take a shit. But he
might choose to piss all over you or make you suck his dick. Sometimes, he and a
buddy would pull a knife and make you lay down on the floor for a free fuck. I
tried to shit early in the day before the Palace got busy and there was too much
light for them to try anything. However, diarrhea hit me at all times due to the
climate, disease, bad water, contaminated food, etc. When I was on the pot and
the miners decided they wanted a freebie, I didn't resist. I'd just lie down on
the filthy floor of the outhouse and let them fuck me. The problem was that the
miners kept coming and you couldn't get up until Enrique sent one of his goons
to find you. Within a week, I knew why the Amazons had let me live. What had
Rhonda Powers said that last night after she'd killed Aunt Carol and David?
"Where we're sending you, you'll die a little each day."
When Captain Chavez reached the Palace, Enrique must have been forewarned
about the riverboat's arrival. Enrique rushed to greet him. They hugged like
long lost friends. Enrique rushed behind the bar to bring out a bottle of what I
supposed was the good stuff. It was early afternoon and the Palace's customers
were at the mine. Denise and I just stood there while Enrique and the Captain
exchanged pleasantries.
"How was your trip?"
"Smooth, the river was our friend and peaceful. We made good time."
"How was Senor Delgado?"
"In excellent health, his daughter had just left for the university in
Lisbon."
"Isabelle will make a great lady some day. Her mother was the most beautiful
woman in Sao Paulo."
"How are those two?" Enrique gestured toward us.
"The tall one is always ready to fuck, which is kind of surprising for a girl
from the United States. At first, the fat one required a certain amount of
persuasion but the crew worked on her and she's now just as willing as the tall
one."
"That's good. I have something special for you to watch. We were about to
punish two men who carved up one of my best girls last night. Ohana was very
popular. I stopped their punishment when I heard the boat was about to dock. I
would like to make a video of their punishment that you could present to Senor
Delgado to show how we deal with people who harm his property.
Of course, at that time, I didn't know enough Portuguese to really follow the
conversation. I'd learned a few words and phrases from the riverboat crew but
nothing compared to what I know now. Therefore the above was a reconstruction of
what I supposed was said.
We all walked out to the back of the Palace. I could see the showers and the
three buildings I knew were outhouses once I caught of whiff of their aroma. But
a little distance away was a large animal cage. High above the cage suspended by
a crude hoist were two naked men hanging by a rope over the open top of the
cage. There were two large fierce jungle cats in the cage. Later I leaned they
were a male and female pair of Amazonian jaguars named Timeca and Zima. The
jaguars must have known something was up. They were furiously pacing the cage
and looking up at the two men hanging there slightly out of their reach.
Enrique decided to inform us of what were about to watch. He switched to
English.
"These two used their knives on Ohana last night. They killed one of my best
money earners. I'm going to feed them to Timeca and Zima. I'll feed you to them
if you give me problems. You belong to Enrique Estevez's Palace of Sin and don't
ever forget it."
With that little speech, Enrique marched over to a camera mounted on a tripod
and focused on the two men swinging in the air.
"Hector, lower one slowly, play with them," yelled Enrique. I could tell
Denise was about to loose it. She was horrified. I guess the average American
housewife isn't up to seeing a man eaten alive by two vicious jungle cats. I
grabbed her hand and squeezed it. When she looked my way, I gave her a 'you
better buck up or you might be next' look.
Two men slowly lowered one man until he was in range. One of the cats made a
vertical leap but the man pulled his feet up and a claw missed his ankle by a
millimeter. The men on the hoist raised and lowered the screaming man to tease
the cat and make a game of it. Everyone thought it was funny except the men
being dangled and the hungry cats. The host operators managed to fool the
jaguars a couple more times before one of the jaguars got his timing right and
sunk his fangs into the man's leg. The blood shot out like a fountain. Denise
passed out beside me and fell to the ground. The guy was screaming his lungs
out. The hoist operators managed to get the man in the air one more time but on
the next pass, the two cats cooperated and drug him down to the ground. He
screamed and squirmed as the cats made him their lunch. You could hear the sound
of his bones being broken by their jaws.
The second man seeing what had happened to the first was having a conniption.
The cats were so busy dining on Number One they practically had to land Number
Two on their backs to get them to notice the second course. One of the cats made
a leap for the second man and managed to rake a paw right across the man's
groin. His cock and balls were ripped off in one swift motion. Everyone thought
that was funny as hell. Enrique sounded a note of satisfaction from behind the
camera. Number Two was spewing blood all over the place. They dropped him down
and let the cats finish him off while he was still live.
After that, we went back into the Palace. I managed to get Denise up off the
ground and walking. When we got inside, Enrique told us how it was.
"In the last year, I've given two whores who gave me problems to my babies.
Now strip."
I did as I was told. I had on the jeans and shirt I was abducted in. Dense was
too terrified not to obey.
"Turn around and bend over, show me you asses."
"Arlene, the tall one can give your cock a nice squeeze when you're inside
her," added Captain Chavez as I turned around, spread my legs and pulled my
cheeks apart. Denise looked embarrassed to death but she did as told. I wasn't
sure why it mattered to her any more. For the last fifteen days, she'd been
fucked twice a day by every one of the Captain's crew. Before that, the crew at
Terry's garage had worked her holes over for weeks.
"I'll fuck them both later to see for myself," said Enrique
"Senor Delgado told me before I sailed you were going to make videos with the
two Americans."
"Yes, they will be sold on the Web site, scatinbrazil.com. Everything is in
readiness. The scripts are written and the sets are built. I'll have the master
cassettes finished when you return on your next trip upriver."
I understood enough of what was said to realize I was going to be in scat
videos. Later I learned that Brazil was a major source for certain genres of
porn considered illegal in the US.
After that, Enrique turned us over to Aurora who was in charge of the whores.
She showed us upstairs to the large room where we slept and worked. Each of us
had a small bed separated from its neighbors by a curtain. It wasn't exactly
private. Denise and I were side by side. One of the beds was stained with blood.
I found out later, Ohana had gone upstairs the night before with two miners. For
reasons unknown, instead of just fucking her, they decided to cut her up. One
held his hand over her mouth while they other sliced her tits off. Next they cut
off her ears and nose. After that, they finished her with a stab to her heart.
One of the other whores happened upon the scene and called the guards. The end
result was that the two miscreants were fed alive to Enrique's pets. It was a
rough justice but justice nonetheless.
No one knew why they did it. They both had been to the Palace before and
hadn't caused any trouble. Working in that mine did something to people. The
work was dangerous and brutally hard. The conditions were deplorable. I guess
some people just go nuts. Brazilian gold mining and serial killing go hand in
hand. Over in the tent city, they averaged two murders a day.
By the way, I have never seen any member of the Brazilian government in
LaPenera, no army and no police. The gun is the law here.
Aurora explained to us that tomorrow we were going to make a series of scat
films. She also said that tonight we would be downstairs and expected to
entertain customers. As soon as she left, Denise showed her lack of knowledge.
"What's scat?"
"Piss, vomit, shit."
"That's disgusting. I won't do it."
"They'll make you."
"They can't do that. Don't we have any rights?"
"Enrique will beat your ass till you beg him to let you eat his shit. No, we
don't have any rights."
"I just hope David and my boys never know I had to do such things."
Since David was dead, I was pretty sure he'd never see Denise acting in a scat
video. Of course, Denise thought David was still alive for some reason. I had no
idea where her four boys were, probably living with relatives. Denise had enough
to worry about without me adding to her problems. I lay down on the bed thinking
about tonight and tomorrow.
