Naked Came the Commando

An excerpt from Naked Came the Commando

"Into the house!" shouted the Escova. His bald head glistened in the Bolivian sun. "Get into the fucking house!" The naked women went sheepishly on his order.

Mara peeled off the last of her camos, including her brassiere and panties. Naked and vulnerable, she went thru the undergrowth, down the little hill. Moving quickly, she slipped in among the drug lords' women.

Escova was still shouting, looking all around for helicopters, waving his rifle around like a madman. The crowd of girls—most of them no older than 22 by their looks—shied away from him and hurried inside.

Even tho some of the girls were white, Mara stood out. Taller and more athletic, fiery of hair and tender of skin, she got quizzical looks from the young concubines. The one trait they shared was bruises. She crouched a little and tried to blend in.

Inside the house, Mara kept her head down and looked for Jesus Paulo. "You fine bitches," said Paulo, cupping a young girl's pussy. "I make you squeal, eh?"

The girls were ushered into different rooms while Paulo continued to look them over. He wasn't wearing a gun, and none of his gunmen had come inside.

Mara spread her legs and stuck two slender fingers into her pussy. "What are you doing?" asked one girl, but Mara didn't answer. She merely pulled out the length of thin cord and stretched it between her hands, just the thing for strangling greasy drug traffickers.