Stories abound. But Farc guerillas soon learned, if captured, make every effort not to be left in the hands of Maria Sanchez. She was... is... known to be handy with a knife... and in no manner purports to perform surgery.
Those interrogated by Maria Sanchez do not speak of the experience... her methods harsh... and permanent. But all, when greatly pressed, will admit they squawked information like a chicken about to be plucked.
Yes, Maria has great disdain for the male gender, viewing all as adversaries. With machete fired to red hotness, she encourages much oration... or invites to join what she views as the more rational and sedate sex... the blade taunting at the pubes.
‘It’s heated to cauterize so you will not bleed to death,’ a menacing Maria has been known to explain to naked and trussed prisoners, their well presented gonads ripe for harvesting.
For many years satisfied to slake vengeance, the relative poverty of a soldier’s life wore as the many threats to her well being gained credibility. In the end, when it came time to move onward, Maria concluded that though the danger excited, exposing oneself for the meager wages of a soldier was counter productive... especially while observing the lifestyles of the reigning drug lords. Such brought both disgust and envy.
So Maria Sanchez became a mercenary... a soldier, body guard, interrogator for hire.
***
“And which of our furry friends will be cover for our trip?” A loyal Maria dutifully inquires.
“Bring the Norwegian elk hound.”
“Baldur? Rather large.”
“We’ll need back up, as I am sure you’ll agree.”
Maria’s right hand glides to one of the ubiquitous knives at her left hip. It is said she can draw and throw faster than the best handler of a pistol.
“You’ll not use that until there’s an exchange of money, Maria. Altered men lose all sense of purpose, and we’ll want Escobar to have much purpose... that is to enjoy our offering then pay us.”
Maria feigns a lugubrious look, well aware that much fear and intimidation ends after the male and his tidbits part company. But she has no compunction about using her razor sharp cutlery, of that Ramona is well aware, having taken the time to document one incident of her skills after her initial interview.
A legend in her village, Maria returned after learning that a cousin had been raped, a pregnancy resulting. An influential merchant, deemed to be untouchable by the corrupt local police, never denied the assault and privately bragged of it to friends.
Maria physically overpowered him, quite facilely, bound him and then performed one of her most prized alterations. Knife white hot, she slit open the man’s urethra... from the tip of the penis to the base at the scrotum. Such tissue can never heal normally without expensive reconstructive surgery. As a result, the local doctor advised that it was best to let the wounded organ heal with the urethra remaining split open. The man now squats to pee and his seed will never again explode to impregnate. Instead it frustratingly drools between his thighs.
‘Try anything more and you’ll be spewing nothing,’ Maria purportedly warned before the man passed out in agony. ‘And when a woman of the village wants you to exhibit this now useless thing... you will show it to her upon command.’
It will never be fully disclosed as to where Maria learned such techniques. But her reputation precedes her. Leaving the man alive, potent but functionally useless from a sexual standpoint has been looked upon as a symbol of power in her small village.
And the merchant indeed meekly shows the splayed organ upon the simplest of requests.
‘A half peeled banana,’ one woman quipped upon an early unveiling.
And so the penis appears, as Ramona is well aware.
To complete the interview process, Ramona had an agent document the alteration. It was a simple matter to send her with camera to the village and ask. The merchant so humbly obeyed the request, assuming it to be a test by Maria of his compliance. Lowering his pants and palming the deformed male appendage as demanded, he did not wish to prompt the return of his assailant, meekly permitting the camera to click away.
The resulting photos Ramona found to be both amusing and compelling.
‘Your handiwork?’ she questioned Maria.
‘I term it a well filleted penis,’ Maria responded with a wicked but prideful smile. ‘Quicker and more easily done than any man can possibly imagine.’
With the file on Maria complete, Ramona gleefully offered employment... including profit sharing.
***
Ostensibly, Ramona Cortez is a highly successful breeder of dogs.
Fortified mansion, a bevy of servants, private jet... few realize that even in the world of high brow kennel clubs, such skill and talent cannot support her quiet yet ostentatious life style.
A lover of canines yes, but such activities really serve as cover for the millions Ramona Cortez earns in her more lucrative but dangerous profession.
Extortion.
She travels the world showing and selling her beloved hounds... but such rarely covers the cost of jet fuel.
No, Ramona Cortez extracts from the wealthy... and in her case gives to the wealthy... herself.
Many years of experience... many sizable payoffs... she has developed a formula for success... extort from the wicked and the otherwise compromised... those who cannot seek the aid of the authorities.
Initially corrupt politicians proved to be somewhat fertile ground. But Maria came quickly to understand that purportedly honest and staid government officials cannot facilely grasp the many dollars she requires to loosen her grip.
So who can readily raise untraceable funds?
Criminals... and such are helpless in seeking the aid of the authorities. But such can certainly be dangerous. Thus the engaging of Maria’s talents.
Yet what could possibly prompt known criminals to fork over funds in an effort to avoid blackmail?
A very famous quote gave rise to thought, from the indicted Governor Edwin Edwards of Louisiana concerning his pending trial... The only way I can lose is if I'm caught in bed with either a dead girl or a live boy. Such was considered the only ignominy worthy of a guilty verdict.
Yes... much food for thought. What deed would be deemed so low as to not only redouble the efforts of the law enforcement authorities but bring the loss of esteem among criminal cohorts as well... caught with a dead girl... or live boy.
How to arrange? Well certainly not offering a dead girl. But, a live boy... well that is a possibility... particularly if the boy is thought to be a girl... and to shield the extortionist from potential repercussions, the boy is not really a boy but a legal adult.
Ingenious. With great forethought and research Ramona Cortez has assembled a list of potential misfits... known to be sexually predatory... known to be indiscriminating in terms of age... known not to be concerned with consent... and known to have readily available non traceable funds.
Next victim... notorious drug czar Pablo Escobar.
***
El Dorado International Airport, Bogota, Colombia
Maria Sanchez must cloak the thrill she feels whenever leading about a male on a leash... if April’s gender indeed remains male.
The armored limousine arrives at the general aviation section of El Dorado International Airport. The driver knows to guide the car directly into a hangar and stop next to the sleek Falcon 900.
Leashed humans do tend to draw unwanted attention, and so only those in the employ of the aircraft servicing company will witness the curious scene as the driver hastily exits and holds open the rear door for the small entourage. Baldur, the sizable Norwegian elk hound, eagerly jumps from the luxurious passenger compartment, tail wagging, alert and aware of potential interlopers. By intent the well trained canine is free to sniff, ears alert, suspicious eyes surveying all.
Ramona Cortez momentarily observes Baldur’s behavior and, noting that the tail wags, follows from the limousine knowing there is no immediate danger.
/> Maria Sanchez, leash in hand exits next. White leather with dozens of sparkling rhinestones, the few entranced mechanics and service personnel watch from a distance... always from a distance... as Maria jostles her hand, tightening the leash, and utters an unheard command.
Onto the concrete of the hangar steps a most youthful and effeminate form. Styled hair... short for a girl, long for a boy... diamond earrings, the form wears a cape, clasped about the neck, covering the shoulders, arms and torso... the hem ending just below the pubes. Certain motions cause the sheer bright white satin garment to flutter and offer glimpses of well rounded and girlish buttocks beneath.
Makeup, plucked eyebrows, eye shadow, the service personnel always assume the form is that of a girl. Little do they know that the gender of the hermaphroditic form is mostly indeterminate.
But giving rise to more curiosity is the leash. The powerful and potentially dangerous dog romps freely. The girl needs to be tethered. Yes, curious.
Yet money can assuage much inquisitiveness, and as Maria steps to the plane, the prancing girl following on naked toes, Ramona hands an envelope to her driver.
“Make sure it gets spread around fairly and that memories fade quickly,” Ramona parting with a few dozen hundred dollar bills.
Maria ascends the half dozen steps and enters the spacious cabin. The leashed ‘girl’ closely follows. Then Ramona and lastly Baldur, his eyes, ears and nose offering one last survey of the surroundings before bounding up the steps.
The service workers resume their tasks. No one speaks. Perhaps after work at the local taberna they will once again speculate amongst themselves, indulging in a half dozen brews to enjoy the wealthy woman’s relative largesse.
A crisp one hundred dollar bill just to pretend that what was seen, however innocuous... however bizarre... however criminal... was not really seen.
***
April is unleashed, the clasp about the neck opened, the cape whisked away to reveal in its entirety the naked form of Ramona Cortez’s loyal servant.
“Champagne, April. Hurry. We’ll be taxiing soon,” the right hand offering a playful smack to buttocks smooth and hairless.
More prancing... to the galley. April appears prepubescent, an ingénue. But in fact is nearing thirty years of age, is highly skilled in cooking and serving... the one time male so easily trained once the testosterone levels are ‘adjusted’ as a whimsical Ramona is known to describe the onslaught of behavior altering hormones.
“Flight time to Teterboro 6 hours 10 minutes, Ms. Cortez,” the smooth confident voice of the female pilot announces over the loudspeaker.
The engines spool. The craft navigates the huge hangar doors into the bright Colombian sunlight. Despite the airport congestion, the Falcon will be offered almost immediate clearance, more crisp hundred dollar bills expended amongst the tower personnel to save time and fuel.
April exits the galley with a tray. A bottle of dry Champagne in an ice bucket. Two glasses. As he/she approaches, Ramona smiles in noting the small upturned penis and sizable golden ring. The sight always brings joy. Though a daughter of Sapphos, the subjugated male, neutered, naked and well trained, offers thrill.
And there are other reasons to mentally sigh in contentment. Though Maria’s deep, strong and rhythmic penetration with Mr. Feeldoe brings a peeking degree of sexual satiation, the mild multiple orgasms of long, slow and steady cunnilingus are also appreciated.
The neutered male is most aptly trained for that as well.
April presents, knees bending to dip as trained to offer a glass of expensive bubbly. Ramona accepts with her left hand, her right lowering to smooth over the region of the missing scrotal sac which after castration was completely removed. April is a ‘smoothy’, the otherwise sensitive flesh of the empty pouch excised to diminish any possible remaining pleasure. Also removed... the nipples and the prostate gland.
Remaining is the tiny upturned penis, the tip sutured to the lower abdomen, a shiny golden ring loosely encircling the shaft. It is both decorative and functional. Decorative in drawing the eyes to the vestigial remnants of maleness. Functional in offering a governing woman a place to tether her naked servant.
“Thank you, April, You look quite pretty today.”
The boy/girl blushes and dips again to curtsy.
Maria takes her offering. The tray is stowed between the two women. Fingers are snapped. An obedient April knows to take a seat facing the two women, placing his/her hands atop the head. Maria leans and snaps on his/her seat belt. Then an inconspicuous steel cable is hooked to the penis ring and locked, making April one with the seat.
When not serving, Ramona mandates that servants be restrained.
‘It’s a psychological thing,’ she explained to Maria when first engaged as body guard and major domo. ‘To be able to move under one’s own free will empowers. I shall not allow any empowerment... ever. It inures pride. Something my toys shall never have... other than when serving me.’
The engines rev, the jet leaves the taxiway to move into takeoff position. The long but potentially lucrative flight to Teterboro Airport, most proximate to Manhattan, begins.
***
Ramona sits, thighs parted, her right hand squeezing Maria’s left. She moans, increasing the pressure, Maria smiling in vicariously sensing the joy of another orgasm.
“Such a good little girl,” Ramona compliments, her free hand lowering to raise the front of her skirt and pat the bobbing head of April.
There has yet to be an extended flight during which the concupiscent Ramona does not demand and receive prolonged cunnilingus. The tongue dances and swirls, many years of exacting training and practice. As a house servant April is adequate. As an oral servant he/she is unsurpassed.
The ‘fasten seat belt’ sign alights. The reassuring voice of the pilot proclaims final approach to Teterboro Airport. As planned, the cover of darkness will obviate sightings of the barefooted, cape bearing and leashed April as he/she is led to a nearby hired car.
The arrival scene repeats in reverse. An alert Baldur bounds out the exit door and down the few steps, satisfying himself that only the hired driver is within proximity. Ramona follows. Then Maria and a hurriedly covered April, leashed at the neck.
“Welcome, Ms. Ramona,” the trucking driver greets in subdued eagerness.
The quartet quickly enters the spacious rear of the stretched limousine. Major Domo Maria barks orders.
“Waldorf Astoria. You can have April for five minutes when we arrive.”
The driver’s eagerness fades.
“Five minutes!”
“She’s very good... and very neat,” Maria’s coded words for the penchant to swallow. “You’ll have more on the return trip when we depart.”
This seems to assuage the concern and Maria smiles ironically.
‘The horny bastard has no idea of April’s gender at birth,’ she thinks to herself.
Maria always feels a glow of vengeance. There is wondrous irony, satisfaction in arranging oral gratification for unsuspecting vanilla guys. Someday, just before ejaculation, she’ll have April display that well restrained penis. The imagined reaction amuses.
Traffic is light but steady. It is New York, after all. Within 30 minutes the driver negotiates the Lincoln Tunnel and finds the VIP entrance of the Waldorf normally used by visiting dignitaries.
More bribery to be dispensed, Maria notes as the limo glides down the ramp, deep into the bowels of the Waldorf. Pulling up adjacent to an underground elevator, Baldur exits and sniffs the air. Ramona notes the tail, wagging to announce assurance. She follows from the car and uses a special key to summon the private elevator which leads to her luxurious Waldorf apartment. Purchased years ago with extorted funds, the capacious lodging offers the privacy, security and customized living arrangements not available in hotels.
As Ramona enters the key and turns, Maria exits with a leashed April. She opens the front passenger door, tugging to bid April to enter and kneel on the front
seat.
“Five minutes,” Maria reiterates.
The driver is abashed to note that as April crawls across the seat, bowing his/her head most obsequiously, Maria not only maintains her grip on the leash but watches intently.
This was not anticipated.
“I thought I’d have some privacy,” the man protests.
“You thought wrong. Don’t worry about me supervising. April will get you up, get you off and cleaned on cue.”
The zipper opens. April’s lips find the male organ. She begins.
Maria smiles in noting the change in heart, the reluctance as the man realizes he is to be fellated with an audience. It is unexpected to say the least, and it detracts.
Still, the oral skills are exemplary. Erection is quickly achieved. The pretty head bobs, the lips purse, the tongue swirls. Maria notes the driver’s hands don’t leave the steering wheel... but the grip slowly tightens with the mounting ecstasy.
After several moments, Maria makes a show of looking at her watch.
“Bring him off, April.”
The rhythm suddenly speeds, the lips tighten, the tongue strongly works the underside of the penis tip, and the man grunts then explodes.
“That wasn’t five minutes,” he protests, his voice raspy.
“Close enough. The elevator has arrived,” the powerful hand tugging on the leash to withdraw, April’s retreating lips making a ‘plopping’ sound.
Maria tosses a fifty dollar bill on the vacant front seat.
“Need toll money. No tip?”
“Consider that covered by the blow job.”
An angry driver begins to reach for the door handle. Maria just smiles and pulls back on her jacket to reveal the hunting knife at her left hip. Baldur growls, sensing the potential aggression.
“Want to bet who skewers your balls first? Baldur is trained to attack exactly where I like to slice a man.”
The left hand retreats from the door handle, the right moves to restart the engine.
***
New York, New York
Renee/Robert Warren
Self esteem obliterated... male self esteem that is. In its place there is a curious pride in looking pretty... attracting eyeballs.
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