1. Almond Girl


    Date: 7/29/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Frank_Lee, Rating: 21, Source: LushStories

    All twelve stood at the bank trying to gauge the drop over the ledge to the river in quarter moonlight. Lashed together wrist-by-wrist, they’d only drag each other down and no one would make it out alive. But the dogs were getting closer, and so was the time to either jump or wait and be taken back to the compound. Jagger, the one who’d convinced the others to run when the rare opportunity presented itself, knew they were looking at him but he didn’t look back. He kept his eye on the riverbed, his ear on the dogs. Just because he was the one who said run didn’t mean he knew how to rescue anyone but himself. And at the moment, even that was very much in question. “Hey, ain’t you some kinda doctor or sumthin’?” someone said from the other end of the line. Jagger ignored the question and looked at the young woman chained to his wrist. She was one he hadn’t seen before until they brought him out of the barracks and trussed him to the rest of the line. He’d never seen her working the fields. She was too beautiful and soft looking for that kind of work. They must have been grooming her for work of a more personal kind. Her hair was long and darker than the night surrounding them. Under the moonlight, her skin had the quality of wet almonds. Jagger was sure if he didn’t get free of her now he would never get free at all. Every second they stood in confusion on that ledge was two steps closer for the dogs. And the closer they drew, they not only sounded louder but in greater numbers. ...
    Jagger moved without thinking, as if his hard, lean body were moving purely by reflex. He dropped to his haunches and scrabbled one handed on the ground for a rock. “Everyone look for a rock,” he told the others. “Something you can swing like a hammer.” Only Jagger and the small, wiry Ecuadorean man at the other end of the line had a hand completely free. The others were lashed hand to hand, but they seemed to get over the awkwardness of their confinement to drop down and search the ground. There was a jut of stone shooting up through the moss and jungle scrub, and when the Ecuadorean was the first to come up with a fist sized rock, he and the German tourist he was lashed to laid the length of rope between their wrists over the big stone, and the Ecuadorean hammered the rope until it frayed apart and he was free. He passed the rock to the German and went over the ledge into the river without so much as a buena suerte . Everyone paused to listen to the splash below. It was the same question for all of them. Did he make it? Was he floating downstream face up or face down? There was a feeling in the air that his fate would be the same for anyone who followed. Most of the group were tethered by rope, and it was relatively quick work separating one from another. One by one, they went over the ledge into the river as the howling of the dogs came closer. Finally, there were two clusters of three still lashed together. Jagger spotted another jut of stone and led the two he was still ...
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