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Amazon ‘Fiction’: Part 1
The adventure begins.
Based on a post by Farmer
Jill, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
It all started with one woman's desire to prove that Amazons
existed. Yes, that's right those legendary female warriors. Her name was Sylvia
Riesling, the heiress to the Riesling billions. She was completely obsessed
with the Amazons. Sylvia had commissioned a big international conference on the
Amazons in Frankfurt Germany.
I, Nelson James, was the keynote speaker.
I am a professor of Anthropology at an Ivy League
university. I was nothing special, just another academic in an obscure field
toiling away to feed my wife and three sons. My area of interest was the Amazon
River basin and the primitive people still living there. Sure, I had heard
rumors of Amazon's, but never really was that interested until that blockbuster
movie Amazon World came out.
Sheer genius it was, a story of how the legendary women
warriors got fed up with the patriarchal world and emerged from their
self-seclusion to overthrow it. Plenty of women wanted to see it because it had
a good plot, of course the defeat of all the male governments. (This was a
movie so there were zero female world governments at the time to overthrow) and
the lead actresses were all A-list. Men went with their wives and girlfriends
because of all the Amazon warriors in their skimpy battledress were former
Playboy bunnies or cheerleaders. Another attraction for many was the first-rate
special effects. Let’s face it action movies with babes sell.
I heard about the movie when it started production and knew
what I had to do. I was in the running for a full professorship, and this could
be my way in. I knew my obscure area of study would have a brief time in the
limelight and I had to take full advantage. Immediately I researched an
academic paper on the Amazons. It would be published in the usual dull
Anthropology Journal. That would provide me with the material to write an
article in regular English for the New York Times and any other media outlet
that wanted to pick it up. This would get me promoted.
One theologian of the nineteenth century proffered a
hypothetical from the biblical text of Genesis. He cited a Garden of Eden, but
separated from the ‘civilized world’ by a global flood. A flood caused by a
traumatic shift of the polar rotation, causing seasons, a depletion of hydro
shielding of the atmosphere, and a resulting penetration increase in
ultraviolet radiation. The major plates of the earth radically broke apart,
causing a large ocean between the South American and African plates.
The theologian believes it plausible that the Garden of Eden
is the Amazon and Ecuadorian South Pacific region. He cites the Galapagos
irregularities and species of Tortoises that have perhaps 3 times the lifespan
of humans. Could all life forms excel greater, and live longer; in the ‘garden
region’?
Then the theologian sites the Nephilim giants, offspring of when spirit beings
mating with human women. The text of Genesis 6: 4;
4 The Nephilim giants were on the earth in those days, and
also afterward; when the spirit beings went to the human women. They seduced the
women and had children by them. The offspring became powerful. They were
the heroes of old, men of renown human folklore.
The biblical references are several, but European
civilizations have not seen evidence in many centuries, thus the idea has been
discredited as superstition.
The theologian speculates that these mythical Amazons
are perhaps superior in body and mind, and irreverent to the creator’s order.
The original Spirit beings designed to set up a civilization where women
perverted the creator’s order, and made human males into slaves of women.
Whereas in other civilizations the offspring men conquered and terrified the
world, in the Amazon regions, their superior intellect and science was used to
alter genetics in favor of the females. The offspring females were genetically
capable of longer life, superior intellect, and godlike in physical attributes.
Male offspring, however; were genetically cursed to the limitations of all
other humankind.
Academia condemned the theologian’s speculations, and it was
not allowed to be taught at any credible university. Only bible colleges even
entertained it as plausible.
For my academic career’s sake, I went with the consensus
theories of the leading universities and published a secular research.
I called it Amazons: Fact or Fiction. The Times was
interested, and I retained the syndication rights after they had the first
exclusive release. In order to write the paper though, I had to get access to
the journal of Francois Canard. He was the famous 19th century explorer whose
journal documented his discovery of the Amazons. Unfortunately, no one believed
Francois at the time, and they declared him mad and institutionalized him. He
was known to the Amazon crowd as Bizarre Canard. His family detested that name,
and what happened to him. They were always trying to rehabilitate his name and
this movie, Amazon World, would bring his name to the forefront. I contacted
the family and flew to France to meet with the heir, Jean Paul Canard.
I promised to set the record straight on Francois. They
would have right to reject anything I wrote before publication, and I would
give them a portion of any profits I made, to pay legal fees to have the
official record changed. ln exchange, I would have full access to his journal
and any other records the family held. For some reason, Jean Paul felt I was
trustworthy and agreed to my offer. The movie came out and broke records on its
first weekend. My article came out on the Saturday of that weekend and on
Monday was reprinted and reposted all around the world. The university loved
the publicity, and I was given the full professorship. Moreover, the
syndication money was greatly appreciated by my wife Connie. She was great at
making our money stretch, but it always was tight.
This is where Sylvia came in. With all the hype about the
Amazons, she held her conference. Since I was acknowledged as a "world
renowned Amazon "expert" I was selected keynote speaker. No expense
was spared. Sylvia even paid for Connie and the boys to accompany me. We made a
holiday of it and Sylvia had one of her staff tour guide us around Germany for
a week. It wasn't all altruistic though. She wanted me to go to the Amazon
River basin on an expedition she was funding. Again, no expense would be
spared, in the quest to prove the existence of the Amazons. However, there was
a problem with me going on the expedition. I had promised Connie no more trips
to the Amazon until the boys were through their teen years. Connie had not
complained about my previous trips when they were younger; when I was building
my career but now she now she wanted my help at home.
I had the professorship, so I was pretty secure, and I liked
staying home. I loved Connie and being a father. Sylvia was tenacious however,
at our first meal together before the conference she had mentioned the
expedition and my role in it. I had explained that I had made a promise to
Connie but would be glad to help with the preparations. Connie was very happy
with my response and showed me her appreciation that night. Sylvia however was
relentless, and by the end of our trip in Germany Connie had not only released
me from my promise but was encouraging me to go!
That conversation would replay over and over again in my
mind, over the next year. I suspect it haunted Connie as well. Connie had it
all figured out,
"Nelson I know you made a promise to me, and you keep
your promises. You are a great husband and father; I love being married to you.
You are a great provider, working hard to give us what we need, and more. Sylvia
has offered you an amazing sum to go on this expedition, This is your reward
for all your years of hard work. If it is successful you will receive an even
larger bonus. This would make us set for life. Sylvia thinks you will be gone a
month, maybe two at the outside. I will be fine for that long; both of our
parents will help. I really think you should go."
I would have stuck to my promise but also I did want to go,
it would cement my reputation and place at the university. The money was a
stupid amount, one million dollars. I did also want to stay with my family. I
could stay home and still milk my expert status at the same time. Yet Connie
was pushing me to go so I agreed.
Sylvia had no time to waste, a group was assembled and
outfitted in a month. The leader of the expedition would be Lori Becker a
self-made millionaire. She came from the wrong side of the tracks and had never
failed at anything she had tried. Of course, our leader had to be a woman so
she could speak on equal terms with the Amazons we hopefully would meet.
Francois had mentioned this in his journal. His expedition included some women,
and he made one of them the "leader," since the Amazons would not
speak to him.
Then there was the two security women, Alesha Murray, and
Estelle Rodrigues. They were former special forces and from what I could see,
the two women were the real deal. There were plenty of primitive locals, robber
barons, and other assorted bad guys in the Amazon River basin so we needed
protection. Again, women warriors made sense for the obvious reasons.
Then there was Paulo and Mateus and their river boat. They
would provide the grunt labor for the group as well as run the boat. They both
were very handy and knew parts of the river. They also knew many of the main
characters, among the legitimate and illegitimate goings on in this part of the
basin.
Finally, there was me, the expert advisor, and hopefully
with the help of Bizarre Canard's journal the navigator. From my previous
experience, this was a good size group for an Amazon river exploration. Small
enough to be effective, but not too big to be unwieldy and attract too much
unwanted attention from anyone.
The three women and I would fly into Iquitos and meet up
with Mateus and Paulo. We then would head down the river toward Ecuador, as
outlined by Canard in his journal.
The first few days were uneventful but soon enough we had
left the vestiges of civilization behind. We kept a sharp eye out for the
indigenous peoples, and others who didn't like outsiders on their turf. It was
a beautiful part of creation, with so many vibrant colors and exotic plants and
animals.
We continued down the river and had the feeling that we were
being watched. This increased with every mile. Estelle was convinced attack was
imminent. Alesha not so much, the attack was coming but not yet. We were almost
into the mountains, and she was sure it would occur then. There was no doubt in
anyone's mind however, that we were being watched and that the watchers had
changed. Originally it had been the indigenous who were watching us. They were
great at camouflage and concealment, but the high-tech gadgets of Estelle and
Alesha could pick out their heat signatures among other things.
Now someone else was watching us. The high-tech equipment couldn't
pick them up and neither could the naked eye. These people were masters of the
hunt. Yet Alesha and Estelle were convinced we were still being watched.
When we entered the mountains the river increased in speed
but decreased in depth and width. We knew that we would soon have to leave the
boat and move forward on foot. Then we saw the arch mentioned in Bizarre
Cunard's journal. Everyone was excited that we seemed to be on the right path.
Soon after that we stopped for the night at what we thought was a secure
location. It was a sand bar with the river on one side and sheer mountain walls
on the other side.
While we set up camp, Estelle was on guard duty, and she was
sharp noticing the stranger first. The person was dressed in a wet suit
complete with a mask and carried what looked like a bow in their hand. The
person had seemingly appeared out of nowhere, but must have come out of the
river. Estelle ordered the person to stop moving and identify themselves. It
was at this moment I knew that the expedition had succeeded, but would we live
to tell the tale? The stranger spoke,
"It is you who should not move; any movement will be
met with deadly force. You shall identify yourselves and your purpose here
immediately."
I could not place the voice. It clearly was translated by a
machine. I couldn't see the face of the person who had spoken, but I was sure
that the translation did not convey the menace of the threat implied. Estelle
started to raise her gun, but an arrow flashed out of nowhere and Estelle went
down.
After a moment to process what just happened, Lori Becker
spoke for us,
"We have come in peace; we are on an expedition to find
the legendary Amazon warriors."
Captives
The person in the wet suit did not reply immediately. The
silence was painful, Estelle was bleeding out from the arrow in her chest. It
looked like it had pierced her heart, and she wasn't moving. I think all of us
were holding our breaths waiting for a reply. Then we were stunned when it
came.
"You have found what you are looking for. Now listen
very closely, any deviation from these instructions will result in your
death."
I hoped everyone else took that to heart, after Estelle I
certainly did. As she spoke, a door opened up in the sheer mountain. She
continued,
"Very slowly you will strip naked, then you will enter
the mountain, taking nothing with you."
Soon enough the five of us were naked and travelling on foot
through a mountain tunnel. I never looked back to see if we were being followed
by the person in the wet suit. I did hear the door close. I could see light
ahead of us and we all just walked toward the light. Once we reached it we
could see a valley before us. There also was a woman warrior standing in front
of us. She had on a breast plate of some kind of metal, forearm guards and a
skirt that also looked like armor. There were sandals on her feet. There was
some kind of sword on her hip. She did not look very welcoming.
"Stop, look down and you will see some amulets. Put
them on, they will allow us to communicate."
We picked them up and put them around our necks, Lori was
quick to try her's out.
"I am Lori Becker, leader of this expedition."
Lori's speech was cut off at the knees,
"Silence, you are nothing until we decide what you are!
Anyone who speaks again without being asked, will die. Follow me."
The woman was not wearing an amulet but had raised her left
arm to speak into her arm guard. We would learn later that these vambraces were
a highly sophisticated smart phone, supercomputer, and weapons system, all in
one.
She then turned and started walking. Now we had lesson
number two, and while processing that we followed her. Loud and clear, do what
they say without question and remain silent.
After an hour of walking, we entered farmland. There were
men working in the fields. The men had on loincloths and sandals, nothing else.
No one looked at us and our guide did not speak to anyone. Then we approached a
village with a wall around it. There was a guard at an opening in the wall. She
was dressed identically to our guide. They nodded a greeting to one another,
and we moved into the village. She led us to a nondescript building that look
like it was made of some kind of spray concrete. There was what looked like a
toilet and sink in one corner. The floor was some kind of flexible material.
There were two windows in addition to the opening. There was nothing else in
the room. I estimated that it measured about 20 by 30. She stopped in the
center of the room and looked us over.
"You will remain here until you are summoned."
Then she left. As she went through the opening a door
materialized. We all looked at one another. Mateus was the first to speak.
"I guess we found your Amazons, Nelson. Not a very
friendly bunch."
Paulo snorted at that and went to use the toilet. Alesha
slowly circled the room seemingly taking in every detail. She looked out the
windows but touched nothing.
Lori put on a brave face and addressed us,
"I'm not sure what we are facing here, however they
seem to be a people of violence and few words. We just have to hang on and see
what happens, eventually they will have to let us speak to them and explain
ourselves."
I wasn't so sure about that, but I had nothing to add so
after also using the toilet I just lay down on the floor to rest. The others
did the same and were soon lost in our own thoughts about the predicament we
were in.
We were surprised when the opening appeared, and two men
came in carrying trays of food. They put them down inside the opening and left.
No one dared speak to them and they said nary a word.
The food was good and once we had eaten, and the sun had
gone down outside. I did my Tia Chi forms. This was something I did every day.
My parents had met through Tia Chi and all of us kids had grown up doing it. It
certainly helped me stay calm and focused. As well it kept me in shape and
flexible. Then I went to sleep.
Paulo and Mateus sat together speaking in Portuguese before
they also went to sleep. Alesha did some stretches and then also went to sleep.
Lori just sat there looking forlorn. She had always been in control and now she
was lost for what to do. I hoped she would get some rest.
I awoke as the sun came through the windows. Alesha, Mateus,
and Paulo were already awake. Lori looked like she hadn't moved an inch or
slept a wink since last night. We didn't have to wait long for our warrior from
the previous day to arrive. She strode into the room,
"Follow me."
Definitely a people of few words. We followed her to another
building made of the same materials. Once inside it was obvious it was a
medical building. We were led to a room with two large men and one woman in a
lab coat. The men had on the same type of loincloths as the men we saw working
in the fields yesterday. The two men advanced on Mateus and grabbed his right
arm. The woman then took a blood sample. I immediately just raised my right arm
as the men grabbed Paulo. Alesha and Lori did the same as me and the men didn't
touch us as our samples were collected. The woman then took the five samples
and left. The men also left.
We were afraid to move but we didn't have long to wait, and
our "doctor" reappeared with the men. The men were pushing a bed that
looked like an operating table. They picked up Paulo and strapped him to the
table. The doctor sprayed something on his groin. She then used a scapple to
cut open his scrotum and remove his testicles. Paulo screamed through the
entire process. I suspected that the spray was for healing and to avoid
infection. These women seemed to enjoy inflicting pain. Once Paulo was a eunuch
she sprayed the incision with something else. The wound never bled and appeared
closed, healed even. Paulo was then released from the table. He collapsed to
the floor, covered in sweat.
Mateus and I also were sweating. Who was next? I didn't see
any way to escape this and neither did he, we were stuck awaiting our fate.
Mateus was next. It went exactly the same except Mateus tried not to cry out.
That didn't make the operation any less brutal and Mateus passed out from the
pain.
Then it was my turn, and I was forced onto the table. The
doctor did something different this time. She sprayed where my incision was for
my vasectomy. After our third boy was born Connie and I decided we were done
having kids and I had the snip. Well, the doctor proceeded to reverse that
operation. I didn't know for sure but that's what it seemed like to me. It hurt
like hell, and I also tried not to cry out. After she had finished the
operation she sprayed the area she worked on. Then she produced a needle and injected
it into my leg. That hurt like hell too. Then she was done, and I was removed
from the table.
Our guide then took us back to our prison. When we arrived,
there was another meal awaiting us. Once we had finished eating, two men
appeared to take away the dishes and they gave me what was obviously a sample
jar. It was bigger than the one I had been given after my vasectomy. It was
pretty obvious they wanted a sample.
We had been naked around one another for a day now, and
their was no privacy in the room. We were not allowed to speak so the four of
them wordlessly turned their backs on me so I could produce the sample. I
wondered if I could get it up but as soon as I touched my penis it became hard.
It seemed harder then it ever had been, I figured it was just because I hadn't
had sex for the last 2 weeks. When I ejaculated i
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Amazon ‘Fiction’: Part 1
The adventure begins.
Based on a post by Farmer
Jill, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
It all started with one woman's desire to prove that Amazons
existed. Yes, that's right those legendary female warriors. Her name was Sylvia
Riesling, the heiress to the Riesling billions. She was completely obsessed
with the Amazons. Sylvia had commissioned a big international conference on the
Amazons in Frankfurt Germany.
I, Nelson James, was the keynote speaker.
I am a professor of Anthropology at an Ivy League
university. I was nothing special, just another academic in an obscure field
toiling away to feed my wife and three sons. My area of interest was the Amazon
River basin and the primitive people still living there. Sure, I had heard
rumors of Amazon's, but never really was that interested until that blockbuster
movie Amazon World came out.
Sheer genius it was, a story of how the legendary women
warriors got fed up with the patriarchal world and emerged from their
self-seclusion to overthrow it. Plenty of women wanted to see it because it had
a good plot, of course the defeat of all the male governments. (This was a
movie so there were zero female world governments at the time to overthrow) and
the lead actresses were all A-list. Men went with their wives and girlfriends
because of all the Amazon warriors in their skimpy battledress were former
Playboy bunnies or cheerleaders. Another attraction for many was the first-rate
special effects. Let’s face it action movies with babes sell.
I heard about the movie when it started production and knew
what I had to do. I was in the running for a full professorship, and this could
be my way in. I knew my obscure area of study would have a brief time in the
limelight and I had to take full advantage. Immediately I researched an
academic paper on the Amazons. It would be published in the usual dull
Anthropology Journal. That would provide me with the material to write an
article in regular English for the New York Times and any other media outlet
that wanted to pick it up. This would get me promoted.
One theologian of the nineteenth century proffered a
hypothetical from the biblical text of Genesis. He cited a Garden of Eden, but
separated from the ‘civilized world’ by a global flood. A flood caused by a
traumatic shift of the polar rotation, causing seasons, a depletion of hydro
shielding of the atmosphere, and a resulting penetration increase in
ultraviolet radiation. The major plates of the earth radically broke apart,
causing a large ocean between the South American and African plates.
The theologian believes it plausible that the Garden of Eden
is the Amazon and Ecuadorian South Pacific region. He cites the Galapagos
irregularities and species of Tortoises that have perhaps 3 times the lifespan
of humans. Could all life forms excel greater, and live longer; in the ‘garden
region’?
Then the theologian sites the Nephilim giants, offspring of when spirit beings
mating with human women. The text of Genesis 6: 4;
4 The Nephilim giants were on the earth in those days, and
also afterward; when the spirit beings went to the human women. They seduced the
women and had children by them. The offspring became powerful. They were
the heroes of old, men of renown human folklore.
The biblical references are several, but European
civilizations have not seen evidence in many centuries, thus the idea has been
discredited as superstition.
The theologian speculates that these mythical Amazons
are perhaps superior in body and mind, and irreverent to the creator’s order.
The original Spirit beings designed to set up a civilization where women
perverted the creator’s order, and made human males into slaves of women.
Whereas in other civilizations the offspring men conquered and terrified the
world, in the Amazon regions, their superior intellect and science was used to
alter genetics in favor of the females. The offspring females were genetically
capable of longer life, superior intellect, and godlike in physical attributes.
Male offspring, however; were genetically cursed to the limitations of all
other humankind.
Academia condemned the theologian’s speculations, and it was
not allowed to be taught at any credible university. Only bible colleges even
entertained it as plausible.
For my academic career’s sake, I went with the consensus
theories of the leading universities and published a secular research.
I called it Amazons: Fact or Fiction. The Times was
interested, and I retained the syndication rights after they had the first
exclusive release. In order to write the paper though, I had to get access to
the journal of Francois Canard. He was the famous 19th century explorer whose
journal documented his discovery of the Amazons. Unfortunately, no one believed
Francois at the time, and they declared him mad and institutionalized him. He
was known to the Amazon crowd as Bizarre Canard. His family detested that name,
and what happened to him. They were always trying to rehabilitate his name and
this movie, Amazon World, would bring his name to the forefront. I contacted
the family and flew to France to meet with the heir, Jean Paul Canard.
I promised to set the record straight on Francois. They
would have right to reject anything I wrote before publication, and I would
give them a portion of any profits I made, to pay legal fees to have the
official record changed. ln exchange, I would have full access to his journal
and any other records the family held. For some reason, Jean Paul felt I was
trustworthy and agreed to my offer. The movie came out and broke records on its
first weekend. My article came out on the Saturday of that weekend and on
Monday was reprinted and reposted all around the world. The university loved
the publicity, and I was given the full professorship. Moreover, the
syndication money was greatly appreciated by my wife Connie. She was great at
making our money stretch, but it always was tight.
This is where Sylvia came in. With all the hype about the
Amazons, she held her conference. Since I was acknowledged as a "world
renowned Amazon "expert" I was selected keynote speaker. No expense
was spared. Sylvia even paid for Connie and the boys to accompany me. We made a
holiday of it and Sylvia had one of her staff tour guide us around Germany for
a week. It wasn't all altruistic though. She wanted me to go to the Amazon
River basin on an expedition she was funding. Again, no expense would be
spared, in the quest to prove the existence of the Amazons. However, there was
a problem with me going on the expedition. I had promised Connie no more trips
to the Amazon until the boys were through their teen years. Connie had not
complained about my previous trips when they were younger; when I was building
my career but now she now she wanted my help at home.
I had the professorship, so I was pretty secure, and I liked
staying home. I loved Connie and being a father. Sylvia was tenacious however,
at our first meal together before the conference she had mentioned the
expedition and my role in it. I had explained that I had made a promise to
Connie but would be glad to help with the preparations. Connie was very happy
with my response and showed me her appreciation that night. Sylvia however was
relentless, and by the end of our trip in Germany Connie had not only released
me from my promise but was encouraging me to go!
That conversation would replay over and over again in my
mind, over the next year. I suspect it haunted Connie as well. Connie had it
all figured out,
"Nelson I know you made a promise to me, and you keep
your promises. You are a great husband and father; I love being married to you.
You are a great provider, working hard to give us what we need, and more. Sylvia
has offered you an amazing sum to go on this expedition, This is your reward
for all your years of hard work. If it is successful you will receive an even
larger bonus. This would make us set for life. Sylvia thinks you will be gone a
month, maybe two at the outside. I will be fine for that long; both of our
parents will help. I really think you should go."
I would have stuck to my promise but also I did want to go,
it would cement my reputation and place at the university. The money was a
stupid amount, one million dollars. I did also want to stay with my family. I
could stay home and still milk my expert status at the same time. Yet Connie
was pushing me to go so I agreed.
Sylvia had no time to waste, a group was assembled and
outfitted in a month. The leader of the expedition would be Lori Becker a
self-made millionaire. She came from the wrong side of the tracks and had never
failed at anything she had tried. Of course, our leader had to be a woman so
she could speak on equal terms with the Amazons we hopefully would meet.
Francois had mentioned this in his journal. His expedition included some women,
and he made one of them the "leader," since the Amazons would not
speak to him.
Then there was the two security women, Alesha Murray, and
Estelle Rodrigues. They were former special forces and from what I could see,
the two women were the real deal. There were plenty of primitive locals, robber
barons, and other assorted bad guys in the Amazon River basin so we needed
protection. Again, women warriors made sense for the obvious reasons.
Then there was Paulo and Mateus and their river boat. They
would provide the grunt labor for the group as well as run the boat. They both
were very handy and knew parts of the river. They also knew many of the main
characters, among the legitimate and illegitimate goings on in this part of the
basin.
Finally, there was me, the expert advisor, and hopefully
with the help of Bizarre Canard's journal the navigator. From my previous
experience, this was a good size group for an Amazon river exploration. Small
enough to be effective, but not too big to be unwieldy and attract too much
unwanted attention from anyone.
The three women and I would fly into Iquitos and meet up
with Mateus and Paulo. We then would head down the river toward Ecuador, as
outlined by Canard in his journal.
The first few days were uneventful but soon enough we had
left the vestiges of civilization behind. We kept a sharp eye out for the
indigenous peoples, and others who didn't like outsiders on their turf. It was
a beautiful part of creation, with so many vibrant colors and exotic plants and
animals.
We continued down the river and had the feeling that we were
being watched. This increased with every mile. Estelle was convinced attack was
imminent. Alesha not so much, the attack was coming but not yet. We were almost
into the mountains, and she was sure it would occur then. There was no doubt in
anyone's mind however, that we were being watched and that the watchers had
changed. Originally it had been the indigenous who were watching us. They were
great at camouflage and concealment, but the high-tech gadgets of Estelle and
Alesha could pick out their heat signatures among other things.
Now someone else was watching us. The high-tech equipment couldn't
pick them up and neither could the naked eye. These people were masters of the
hunt. Yet Alesha and Estelle were convinced we were still being watched.
When we entered the mountains the river increased in speed
but decreased in depth and width. We knew that we would soon have to leave the
boat and move forward on foot. Then we saw the arch mentioned in Bizarre
Cunard's journal. Everyone was excited that we seemed to be on the right path.
Soon after that we stopped for the night at what we thought was a secure
location. It was a sand bar with the river on one side and sheer mountain walls
on the other side.
While we set up camp, Estelle was on guard duty, and she was
sharp noticing the stranger first. The person was dressed in a wet suit
complete with a mask and carried what looked like a bow in their hand. The
person had seemingly appeared out of nowhere, but must have come out of the
river. Estelle ordered the person to stop moving and identify themselves. It
was at this moment I knew that the expedition had succeeded, but would we live
to tell the tale? The stranger spoke,
"It is you who should not move; any movement will be
met with deadly force. You shall identify yourselves and your purpose here
immediately."
I could not place the voice. It clearly was translated by a
machine. I couldn't see the face of the person who had spoken, but I was sure
that the translation did not convey the menace of the threat implied. Estelle
started to raise her gun, but an arrow flashed out of nowhere and Estelle went
down.
After a moment to process what just happened, Lori Becker
spoke for us,
"We have come in peace; we are on an expedition to find
the legendary Amazon warriors."
Captives
The person in the wet suit did not reply immediately. The
silence was painful, Estelle was bleeding out from the arrow in her chest. It
looked like it had pierced her heart, and she wasn't moving. I think all of us
were holding our breaths waiting for a reply. Then we were stunned when it
came.
"You have found what you are looking for. Now listen
very closely, any deviation from these instructions will result in your
death."
I hoped everyone else took that to heart, after Estelle I
certainly did. As she spoke, a door opened up in the sheer mountain. She
continued,
"Very slowly you will strip naked, then you will enter
the mountain, taking nothing with you."
Soon enough the five of us were naked and travelling on foot
through a mountain tunnel. I never looked back to see if we were being followed
by the person in the wet suit. I did hear the door close. I could see light
ahead of us and we all just walked toward the light. Once we reached it we
could see a valley before us. There also was a woman warrior standing in front
of us. She had on a breast plate of some kind of metal, forearm guards and a
skirt that also looked like armor. There were sandals on her feet. There was
some kind of sword on her hip. She did not look very welcoming.
"Stop, look down and you will see some amulets. Put
them on, they will allow us to communicate."
We picked them up and put them around our necks, Lori was
quick to try her's out.
"I am Lori Becker, leader of this expedition."
Lori's speech was cut off at the knees,
"Silence, you are nothing until we decide what you are!
Anyone who speaks again without being asked, will die. Follow me."
The woman was not wearing an amulet but had raised her left
arm to speak into her arm guard. We would learn later that these vambraces were
a highly sophisticated smart phone, supercomputer, and weapons system, all in
one.
She then turned and started walking. Now we had lesson
number two, and while processing that we followed her. Loud and clear, do what
they say without question and remain silent.
After an hour of walking, we entered farmland. There were
men working in the fields. The men had on loincloths and sandals, nothing else.
No one looked at us and our guide did not speak to anyone. Then we approached a
village with a wall around it. There was a guard at an opening in the wall. She
was dressed identically to our guide. They nodded a greeting to one another,
and we moved into the village. She led us to a nondescript building that look
like it was made of some kind of spray concrete. There was what looked like a
toilet and sink in one corner. The floor was some kind of flexible material.
There were two windows in addition to the opening. There was nothing else in
the room. I estimated that it measured about 20 by 30. She stopped in the
center of the room and looked us over.
"You will remain here until you are summoned."
Then she left. As she went through the opening a door
materialized. We all looked at one another. Mateus was the first to speak.
"I guess we found your Amazons, Nelson. Not a very
friendly bunch."
Paulo snorted at that and went to use the toilet. Alesha
slowly circled the room seemingly taking in every detail. She looked out the
windows but touched nothing.
Lori put on a brave face and addressed us,
"I'm not sure what we are facing here, however they
seem to be a people of violence and few words. We just have to hang on and see
what happens, eventually they will have to let us speak to them and explain
ourselves."
I wasn't so sure about that, but I had nothing to add so
after also using the toilet I just lay down on the floor to rest. The others
did the same and were soon lost in our own thoughts about the predicament we
were in.
We were surprised when the opening appeared, and two men
came in carrying trays of food. They put them down inside the opening and left.
No one dared speak to them and they said nary a word.
The food was good and once we had eaten, and the sun had
gone down outside. I did my Tia Chi forms. This was something I did every day.
My parents had met through Tia Chi and all of us kids had grown up doing it. It
certainly helped me stay calm and focused. As well it kept me in shape and
flexible. Then I went to sleep.
Paulo and Mateus sat together speaking in Portuguese before
they also went to sleep. Alesha did some stretches and then also went to sleep.
Lori just sat there looking forlorn. She had always been in control and now she
was lost for what to do. I hoped she would get some rest.
I awoke as the sun came through the windows. Alesha, Mateus,
and Paulo were already awake. Lori looked like she hadn't moved an inch or
slept a wink since last night. We didn't have to wait long for our warrior from
the previous day to arrive. She strode into the room,
"Follow me."
Definitely a people of few words. We followed her to another
building made of the same materials. Once inside it was obvious it was a
medical building. We were led to a room with two large men and one woman in a
lab coat. The men had on the same type of loincloths as the men we saw working
in the fields yesterday. The two men advanced on Mateus and grabbed his right
arm. The woman then took a blood sample. I immediately just raised my right arm
as the men grabbed Paulo. Alesha and Lori did the same as me and the men didn't
touch us as our samples were collected. The woman then took the five samples
and left. The men also left.
We were afraid to move but we didn't have long to wait, and
our "doctor" reappeared with the men. The men were pushing a bed that
looked like an operating table. They picked up Paulo and strapped him to the
table. The doctor sprayed something on his groin. She then used a scapple to
cut open his scrotum and remove his testicles. Paulo screamed through the
entire process. I suspected that the spray was for healing and to avoid
infection. These women seemed to enjoy inflicting pain. Once Paulo was a eunuch
she sprayed the incision with something else. The wound never bled and appeared
closed, healed even. Paulo was then released from the table. He collapsed to
the floor, covered in sweat.
Mateus and I also were sweating. Who was next? I didn't see
any way to escape this and neither did he, we were stuck awaiting our fate.
Mateus was next. It went exactly the same except Mateus tried not to cry out.
That didn't make the operation any less brutal and Mateus passed out from the
pain.
Then it was my turn, and I was forced onto the table. The
doctor did something different this time. She sprayed where my incision was for
my vasectomy. After our third boy was born Connie and I decided we were done
having kids and I had the snip. Well, the doctor proceeded to reverse that
operation. I didn't know for sure but that's what it seemed like to me. It hurt
like hell, and I also tried not to cry out. After she had finished the
operation she sprayed the area she worked on. Then she produced a needle and injected
it into my leg. That hurt like hell too. Then she was done, and I was removed
from the table.
Our guide then took us back to our prison. When we arrived,
there was another meal awaiting us. Once we had finished eating, two men
appeared to take away the dishes and they gave me what was obviously a sample
jar. It was bigger than the one I had been given after my vasectomy. It was
pretty obvious they wanted a sample.
We had been naked around one another for a day now, and
their was no privacy in the room. We were not allowed to speak so the four of
them wordlessly turned their backs on me so I could produce the sample. I
wondered if I could get it up but as soon as I touched my penis it became hard.
It seemed harder then it ever had been, I figured it was just because I hadn't
had sex for the last 2 weeks. When I ejaculated i
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