Camila Tries to Eacape

Johnathan unzipped his board shorts and pulled out his penis. "Let me be the first to properly welcome you to Freedonia. Why don't you get on your knees?"

"I'll never touch you, gringo," Camila hissed, her eyes hardening.

"Ohhh, she wants to play the victim? I can do that." He pointed to the ground at his feet. "Get over here and suck me off, you filthy whore."

Camila spat at his feet. "Go to hell."

"For that disrespect, I'm going to fuck that ass of yours, and you can't stop me!"

Camila was not one for taking orders from those she did not respect, and she certainly was not one to let a man use her body against her will. In fact, she would rather die fighting. Jonathan was at least going to have to work for it.

Having trained in the resistance, Camila was skilled in mixed martial arts for self defense. She lunged forward like a coiled spring and headbutted Jonathan right on his nose, busting it wide open and splitting it in two. He rocked backwards, his face nothing but an open wound and therefore he could not regain his senses in time before Camila kicked him in his sacks, dropping onto his knees and writing in pain.

Ellie went to grab Camila and detain her as it was her duty as a contracted employee to make sure her peers follow the rules but Camila was not having any of it. Spinning on her left heel, Camila launched a powerful roundhouse kick that almost took off Ellie’s head, sending her sprawling to the sand.

Camila kicked off her flip-flops then sprinted up the beach. Her large breasts bouncing and long dark hair flowing in the ocean breeze. She crossed the coastal road, almost getting run over by an elderly couple driving a golf cart, then headed for the treeline of the jungle. Dressed only in her tiny yellow bikini and sarong, Camila ran barefoot through the trees and did not stop despite her feet taking a battering from the rough ground. She climbed one hill after another until her muscles and lungs ached.

Eventually, Camila found a natural freshwater spring and decided to take a breather. Crouching at the virgin pool, she saw her bloodied reflection of her tanned oval face. There was a gash on her bruised forehead from where she butted Jonathan. Her left eye too, was beginning to close over. If there was time she would have cried over her situation but instead drank thirstily before moving on. As she cupped the water to her face, the excess spilled down her neck and rained down over her fulsome breasts.

Camila needed to get the bracelet and necklace off. They were still glowing green and vibrating every thirty seconds. No doubt when word gets out of her violent transgressions they will lead her captors to her whereabouts, as surely tracking devices were implanted in her necklace and bracelet.

Picking up a rock in her left hand, she used a large boulder as an anvil where she lay her right arm on top bearing the bracelet. Camila then hammered the bracelet with the stone and her heart wept and the sweat built, but her hard work did not seem to pay off as the bracelet was built of high-grade metal alloys. But then, with a final, **** blow… success!

The bracelet cracked.

Camila actually began to cry as she **** the bracelet open and brought out her bruised and battered wrist. But what of the necklace? Camila was going to need help.

Camila continued to walk deeper into the jungle. She had no idea where she was going and the only thing she knew was she had to keep moving since there definitely will be a search party out for her.

After a full day of walking the sun was beginning to set, which meant the jungle was growing increasingly dark. Camila had come to terms with spending an uncomfortable night in the jungle. Her yellow bikini offered no protection against nature and she had already lost her sarong to a clasping low branch and creepy crawlies were having a feast on her body. The jungle too, had taken its toll on poor Camila -- her legs were covered in small cuts and grazes and her bare feet were in an even worse state.

About to stop for the night, finally, Camila heard male voices. She slowed her pace as she came to a clearing.

It was a construction camp.

From her vantage point behind a tree Camila watched a team of construction workers packing their pickup truck at the end of a hard shift. She noticed they had power tools, which maybe could help her free herself from the necklace.