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Larras
Mayan Adventure
Von Manstein awoke the next morning to the
sound of tumult in the camp. He
smiled to himself. It seemed
that the two woman had made good their
escape. A few minutes later a
breathless Hans showed up at the tent
flap. Herr Doktor,
he panted, The women are
gone!
Von Manstein made a
decision. Now was the time for
him to take control. Come
with me, Hans, he said. And bring your
rifle. As Hans hurried
to get his weapon, Von Manstein strapped on his service
revolver.
Call the rest of the camp together,
commanded Von Manstein. Hans
gave Von Manstein a curious look, but went off to do as he was
asked. Within a few minutes the
camp was assembled.
Von Manstein gave
a short speech. For the
last month I and the rest of you have had to tolerate Herr Schroeders
incompetent and brutal leadership.
He has not only shown no aptitude for command other than arrogant
brutality, but he has now decided that it is the duty of a German soldier
to make war on women. I know
that you men do not share that point of
view. That is the reason you
were left here in the camp, rather than being taken on Schroeders mission
of rape and destruction. I have
decided as a veteran of the Great War to take
charge. We will march after Herr
Schroeder and see what we can do to atone for his
stupidity. Is there anyone who
is not with me?
Von Mansteins speech seemed to have
made a deep impression. He had
judged correctly. Not a man
demurred. Good! he
said. Arm yourselves and
be ready to leave in fifteen minutes.
Twenty minutes later Von Mansteins eight-man
expedition marched quickly down the canyon.
Von Manstein encountered
no resistance. As a matter of
fact, he encountered no one at all for the first few hours of the
march. He and his men made very
good time. Other than their weapons
and ammunition, Von Manstein had encouraged his men to carry as little as
possible in order to maintain a good marching pace and so they came to the
tunnel into the hidden Maya city after only about three hours
march. Readying their flashlights,
they were about to enter when a commotion from within the tunnel made them
hold back.
A few seconds later a number of soldiers burst
from the tunnel. They seemed
to be in a complete panic and had thrown away their
weapons. Upon seeing Von Manstein
and his men they all crowded in close and began to shout and talk all at
once. It took a few minutes to
calm them down. When the men
became coherent enough to speak intelligently, Von Manstein was astounded
at their tale. It turned out
that they had been routed by two women.
Of course, their version of events was that they had been attacked
by amazons supported by vastly superior numbers of trained troops. But Von
Manstein knew that Larra and Katie had no supporting
troops. For a few seconds he
was dumbfounded. He had not expected
Larra and Katie to go after Schroeder and his
men. He realized that he had
made a mistake, but was not entirely displeased at its
outcome. Schroeder and his men
were brutes. They had gotten
what they deserved.
Reaching a decision, Von Manstein ordered
what was left of Schroeders forces to report back to
camp. Immediately one of the
men, a man called Werner objected to the
order. During the expedition,
Von Manstein had come to know Werner.
He was a man possessed of a bestial nature as had been shown by his
brutal rape of the beautiful blonde.
Who made you commander, Herr
Doktor? Werner demanded.
Von Manstein simply looked at him.
Werner continued: Schroeder is our commander, I see no reason
why we should take orders from you.
I can think of one very good reason,
replied Von Manstein, coldly. He
had no time to argue with a fool like
Werner. Calmly, he drew his Luger
and shot Werner through the forehead.
Is there anyone else who does not care to follow
orders? Without a word
Schroeders men began to head back to camp. Von Mansteins men
looked at him open-mouthed. He
gestured toward the mouth of the tunnel and the party moved
off. No one would challenge his
authority from now on.
Von Manstein was affected by the Mayan city
in the same way as the three women had
been. He was stunned that a lost
civilization could exist intact in the midst of the twentieth
century. He was also horrified
at what Schroeder had done to it.
Dozens of bodies littered the road into the city, most of them Mayan
women and children. The Nazis
had apparently entered the city and gone on an orgy of
killing.
Von Manstein ordered his troops to march toward
the city center. Almost immediately,
he became aware of a large number of Mayan warriors approaching
him. He guessed that they had
seen Schroeders men fleeing the city, and although cowed by the firearms
the Germans had possessed were now in pursuit of what they supposed to be
a defeated foe.
Upon seeing Von Mansteins little group
the Maya came to a halt. They
had seen what modern firepower could do to people armed only with spears
and bows and arrows. Von Manstein saw that they were on the verge of
panic. Calmly he called to them
in the dialect of the Mayan villagers he had encountered while en
route. He hoped that it would
be a language they could understand.
My children, he called do not be afraid, I am not
here to harm you.
His attempt at communication seemed
successful. The Mayans halted
their flight and gazed at him with anxious
fascination. It took Von Manstein
some time, but eventually he was able to convince them that he was not like
the other white men that had attacked them, but rather that he was there
to help them.
It soon became clear to Von Manstein that
he was much more effective when dealing with the Maya when he pretended that
he and his men were gods, and that the violence inflicted on the city by
Schroeder and his men was due to conflict among the
gods. What he wanted now was
cooperation, and he did not have the time to enlighten the Maya as to their
illusions about his status. That
could always come later. Right
now he needed to know the whereabouts of Larra and
Katie. He needed to know if they
were still alive, and whether or not Schroeder or any of his men were still
in the city.
He soon determined that the Maya knew nothing
of Larra or Katie. They only
knew of the gods that had descended upon them, killing hundreds of their
number. They had originally fled
in panic, but with the cessation of firing had returned to see what had become
of their city. Like Von Manstein
they were horrified and disgusted by what the Germans had
done. If they had not been so
fearful of modern weapons, they would have taken vengeance upon any European
they encountered. Von Manstein realized that it was imperative that he maintain
his position as a deity in order to deter the Maya from taking any action
against him, and he knew he could best do that by clearing the last of
Schroeder's men out of the city. It
would not hurt to find Schroeder as well.
Von Manstein and his party advanced into the
center of the city, accompanied by about 100
Maya. He was appalled at the
carnage he beheld. There were
bodies everywhere. Already the
scent of decay wafted through the tropical
air. Their route finally took
them to a large palace near the great central pyramid that dominated the
city.
The rumbling of thunder heralded the arrival
of a tropical downpour. As they
approached the palace it began to rain.
The palace would be as good a place to take shelter as any, and it
was also a building that should be checked for any potential
enemies. Turning into the courtyard
of the building Von Manstein came upon a sight he would never
forget. The open space was literally
covered with bodies, mostly of dead Maya, but also of many
Germans. There were so many corpses
that it would have almost been possible to cross the courtyard by walking
from body to body. It was a bloodbath
that rivaled anything he had seen in the Great War.
A number of bodies lay directly in Von
Mansteins path. He stumbled
as he attempted to step over them.
At that moment there was a sharp crack and a bullet tore through the
top of his hat. Had he not stumbled
the top of his head would have been blown
off.
Katie was almost beside
herself. Larra had been gone
almost four hours. She should
have been back by now. She feared
that she might have fallen victim to Schroeder and she knew what fate awaited
any woman who fell into his unforgiving
hands. She would have gone in
search, but she did not dare leave Amy.
The young woman had been put through a terrible ordeal and needed
rest and care. Katie had seen
Mayans filtering back into the city and there might also still be a number
of Schroeders men about. And
so she stayed where she was, becoming more and more fearful and anxious by
the minute.
Suddenly, just outside the entrance to the
palace courtyard, Katie detected
movement. A number of men seemed
to be mustering in that area. She
readied her Mauser rifle and waited.
Within a few seconds she drew a bead on a tall German as he stepped
through the entryway. Gently
Katie squeezed off a shot, but at that moment the German
stumbled. Damn, swore
Katie to herself. If the man
had not stumbled she would have hit him between the
eyes.
Von Manstein ducked back around the corner
before the sniper had a chance to draw a second bead on
him. He had been
lucky. There was a neat hole
in his hat. If he had not
stumbled
But who would
be firing at him? For a second
he thought that he had been fired at by one of Schroeders
men. But he instantly realized
that none of them would have any reason to shoot at
him. They had no way of knowing
that he had taken command. Suddenly
it came to him. From his hiding
place he cupped his hands and shouted:
Inside the palace, Katie heard the German
shouting at her. She recognized
the voice. It was Von Manstein,
but could he be trusted? Then
she realized that the question was rather
foolish. The man had helped her
before. Why would he suddenly
reverse himself and become her enemy?
Show yourself, she yelled back.
I will not shoot.
Within a few seconds Von Manstein stepped
out into the open, his hands empty.
He advanced quickly toward Katies hiding
place. Katie met him with lowered
rifle, still not completely trusting him. Von Manstein explained his
position. Katie decided she had
to trust him. She briefly described
what she and Larra had seen and done upon reaching the
city.
Almost incredulous, Von Manstein listened
to Katies story. Two women
had taken on over 70 armed men, and had routed
them! It was an amazing tale,
yet he had proof of his own that Katie was telling the
truth. He had encountered
Schroeders men running from the
city. He had to believe
her.
Katie finished her account by voicing her
fears about Larra. She
has been gone over four hours, Herr Doktor, I fear that she has fallen into
Schroeders hands again.
Katie could not force herself to believe that Larra might have been
killed, but she was almost certain that something had to account for her
long absence.
Von Manstein explained that he had established
what he hoped was friendly contact with the
Maya. I will ask the Maya
to search for Larra. They know
the city far better than any of us.
If they encounter Schroeder and his men, they can send back here for
help. Now, let me see if any
of the medical supplies I have will help your
friend. So saying, he knelt
beside the still sleeping Amy, who seemed to be in a state of complete
exhaustion.
Larra lay slumped beside the
Chac
Mool. Too ravaged to
escape, she awaited Schroeders next
pleasure. After a couple of hours
the man stirred himself. He seemed
to have fallen asleep, but Larra had been too badly beaten to take advantage
of the situation. Being savagely
raped twice in only three days was more than even her rugged constitution
could stand.
Schroeder stretched and yawned
luxuriously. He looked at the
beaten woman. He had not been
completely asleep, any attempt by Larra to escape or attack him would have
been dealt with, but he had been invigorated by his little
rest. Not only that, but his
penis was stirring once again as he gloated over his bound and naked
victim. It is time for
the next round Larra. Perhaps
I will not kill you right away after all.
I think I would prefer to keep you as my
whore. You are certainly a more
satisfying fuck than any whore I have known.
He removed the gag and yanked Larra to her
feet. This simple action brought
excruciating pain.
Aaahhh!
she cried.
Still a little sore are
we? Well dont worry, I
will soon break you in. I think
we should go back downstairs though.
It is a little more private in there and besides, I want to pick up
that skull. Dragging Larra
by her bound arms, Schroeder marched the moaning woman toward the interior
stairway. Larras vagina
burned with every step. It was
as if she had been filled with broken
glass. Schroeder noted with
satisfaction that she walked bow-legged.
H
Ha
Havent you had
enough fun? Larra stammered.
Youve proven that you can beat a
woman. Why dont you let
me go?
Schroeder liked to hear Larra plead with
him. It gave him a real sense
of superiority to have this beautiful, exotic, and highly educated woman
at his mercy. He decided to lead
her on. I might consent
to your release if you beg hard enough, but I will have to hear more than
that.
Larra swallowed her
pride. Please let me
go. I cant do you any more
harm.
I mean
beg. That wasnt
begging. That was merely a polite
request. Get on your knees and
show me that I am the boss.
Larra gave a convulsive
sob. She dropped to her
knees. She was about to beg Schroeder
forgiveness, when the cruel look on his arrogant face stopped
her. She could not give in to
this brute. He was simple mocking
her, leading her on to complete
degradation. She would not do
it. Go to Hell, she
said quietly and clearly.
Schroeder was taken aback and then
angered. Have it your way
you Jap bitch!
Ooohhh! Grabbing her long braid he hauled
her to her feet, and ignoring her protests and cries of pain he frog-marched
her down the stairway, holding her by her braid and her
wrists.
As they descended, it became steadily
darker. Schroeder let go of her
bound wrists and took out his flashlight.
They soon found themselves in the skull
chamber. There it is,
said Schroeder, illuminating the skull with his flashlight.
It is even more beautiful
than you are.
Schroeder pushed Larra to her
knees. Stay there,
he directed. Picking up the skull,
he stuffed it into his pack.
Now that the altar is clear, it is time for you to make another
sacrifice, Larra.
Grasping Larra by both arms he propelled her
toward the altar and bent her over its stone surface, so that her inviting
derriere was exposed to a possible
attack. Her quivering breasts
hung down the other side of the altar, rubbing against the cold
stone.
Please no! Larra
begged. She was already in acute
discomfort. The thought of being
raped again had her on the edge of
hysterics.
Schroeder
laughed. Lets see,
shall I take you in the cunt or the ass?
They are both so inviting.
He unbuttoned his fly, releasing his massive phallus, which rapidly
stiffened into rod-like hardness.
Why not both?
Sizing Larras hips, he pushed the tip of his throbbing penis
against the lips her tender vagina.
This time Larra was not
gagged.
Oohhh
nooo!
Aaauuggghh!!
The pain of Schroeders penetration exceeded that of all previous
rapes. His penis forced her bruised
and ravaged vagina apart once again.
This time penetration was relatively swift and
easy. Larra was not resisting
any more, but her screams rent the night, echoing through the skull
chamber.
Aaaahhh!
Aaaahhhhh!
Stop!
Stop!
Her cries merely spurred Schroeder on, and
he rapidly penetrated her to the limit of his huge phallus pumping in and
out of the shrieking woman. He
continued this for several minutes, and then withdrawing his dripping organ,
he inserted it into Larras anus.
You are a little too loose for me,
now. Lets see if your ass
is still as tight as last time.
Ahh, I feel that it is!
Somehow, Larra found the strength to struggle
against this violation. She was
in terrible pain, but her fighting spirit was not quite
crushed. She attempted to shift
her backside away from Schroeders impaling
penis. In her weakened state,
however, her efforts amounted to little more than wiggling her buttocks,
an action that simply excited Schroeder even more.
Soon he was well into her tight
anus and pumping mightily. Larra
simply screamed and screamed some more.
Between Larras screams and the excitement of his rape of the
gorgeous explorer, Schroeder was oblivious to the forms that silently stole
inter the skull chamber and quietly surrounded
him.
Schroeder gradually became aware that he was
not alone. In sudden fright he
pulled himself out of the wailing female and stared bout him, his eyes wide
with alarm. What he saw terrified
him even more. Clustered about
him, armed with their primitive weapons were over twenty Mayan
warriors. He was completely
surrounded. Desperately, he tried
to break through their slowly closing
ranks. He was much larger and
stronger than any of the men surrounding him, but their sheer numbers overwhelmed
him. Within moments he found
himself trussed up, his hands bound behind his back and loops of rope wound
around his arms.
For a few seconds Larra did not
react. She only knew that
Schroeders oppressive weight had been removed from her helpless body
and that his massive penis was no longer torturing
her. Several pairs of hands lifted
her body from the altar. Her
bonds were cut and she was stood on her
feet. Immediately, Larra felt
herself swooning. Hands caught
her before she fell and she was lifted and carried toward the
stairway. Before her a struggling
Schroeder was being forced up the stairway by a dozen
men. He fought wildly, but he
was pulled along by several ropes attached to his arms and
neck. Each rope was held by two
or three men, so no matter how strongly he fought, he was pulled steadily
in the direction the Mayan warriors wanted him to go.
Larra was still quite
dazed. She did not understand
why the men carrying her had cut her
bonds. Were they friends or did
they simply not think that she was dangerous enough to tie
up? Her mind was not working
properly. She was still in severe
shock from her experience at Schroeders hands or she might have figured
out what was going to happen.
On top of the temple it was
dark. Evening had fallen, but
the Maya had lit a number of torches and these blazed away, lighting the
top of the temple in a flickering light.
Over to the side of the temple platform several Maya commenced beating
on large ceremonial drums. Their
grim music boomed through the night.
Everywhere Larra looked Mayas in ceremonial
dress were moving about the temple area, especially in the area near the
Chac
Mool. Larra was carried
to one side of the platform, where she was deposited on a low stone
bench. Most of the Maya that
had carried her left to see to some other ceremonial
activity. It appeared that Larra
was not under guard. Not that
it mattered; she was far too battered by her experience to attempt an
escape. She would need several
days of rest before she was fit for that.
Schroeder was being held near the
Chac
Mool. He had been forced
to his knees and eight warriors held him in place by hanging on to four ropes
that were pulled in four different
directions. His face was absolutely
pale. Even in the uncertain light
of the torches Larra could se that he was chalky white and strangely
silent. It was almost as if he
was expecting something horrible to
happen.
From the back of the temple a Mayan dressed
in an elaborate headdress emerged.
This man appeared less like a warrior and more like a
priest. He was dressed in a tall
headdress of green quetzal plumes and decorated with numerous gold
ornaments. The other Mayans on
the temple fell back to the side.
The priest began an almost hypnotic chant which was picked by the
Mayans on either side. The chanting
grew louder and louder as the priest approached the
Chac
Mool. Larra saw with
grim fascination that he was holding a stone knife in his right
hand. The men holding Schroeder
now began to drag on the ropes, hauling him toward the bloody sacrificial
altar. Schroeder began to struggle
mightily and shout in desperation as he was drawn steadily toward the terrible
figure of the
Chac
Mool.
No,
No! he
screamed. And then incredibly
he began to call Larras name.
Larra, Larra.
Fraulein Court, please save
me! Dumbfounded,
and too weak to respond in any case, Larra simply watched the horrifying
spectacle play out before her.
NO!
NO! Schroeder
shrieked. He was now lying on
top of the
Chac
Mool, his back arched across its
surface. His shirt had been torn
open and his chest thrust up toward the priest who now hovered directly over
him.
The chanting reached a crescendo and the priest
raised his razor-edged flint knife.
Schroeder screamed something incomprehensible and then began to sob
like a baby.
The knife
descended.
Aaaahhhhh!!
Schroeder gave a horrible shriek as his chest was cut open exposing his beating
heart. Larra had to turn her
eyes away as the priest reached into his chest cavity and ripped the still
beating heart from his body.
Schroeder jerked convulsively, as if he was still trying to escape
and then went limp. Larra opened
her eyes in time to see the priest carry Schroeders throbbing heart
to a flaming altar and place it in the
flames. Greasy black smoke boiled
up as the fire sizzled around the
offering. Larra began to see
black spots in front of her eyes and then everything went completely
black.
When Larra awoke it was
light. She was lying on a bed
of cushions. Next to her was
Amy. The young redhead was stroking
Larras forehead. She tried
to get up, but frightening pain from her vagina and anus made her
desist. She fell back on the
cushions. Amy turned to the
doorway. Katie, Herr Doktor,
she is awake!
A few seconds later Katie entered the room
followed by Von Manstein. They
both knelt by her bed. You
should not try to move, Fraulein, you have been quite badly
mistreated. Lie still and your
injuries will heal more rapidly. In
a few days you should be able to move around.
Yes, Katie
echoed. We all need to
take it easy for awhile.
Larra tried to speak, but her throat was too
dry. Amy held a gourd to her
lips, and placing a hand behind her head helped her take a few
sips. I
I
have
to get up
Schroeder, he
Dont worry, said
Katie. She held out her
hand. In it was Larras
ring and gold chain. Quickly,
she fastened it around Larras neck.
With a sigh Larra relaxed into the
bed. She closed her eyes and
almost immediately fell asleep.
It took four days for the women to recover from their physical
injuries. How long it would take
for them to recover from the psychological wounds was another
matter. It would depend on the
mental toughness of each woman.
Larra was gratified that she had prevented the Germans from getting
their hands on the crystal skull, but she and her companions had paid a price
for it. Also, Larra knew, they
could not take the news of their discovery back to the outside
world. To do so would be to
completely destroy the society that they had
discovered. Larra only had one
concern.
Herr Doktor, she said to Von Manstein, What are
your plans? If the German
archeologist decided to tell the world of his discovery, she knew that she
could not stop him. She could
not take action against the man who had saved her life.
Von Manstein seemed to have been expecting the
question. He understood what
Larra was referring to. It
is probably not safe for any of us to go back to
Larra nodded. She was
tempted to stay herself, but she needed to get back to her
son. And she needed a period
of recuperation from this last adventure.
Wrapping her arms about Von Mansteins neck, she gave him a hug
and a kiss. The older man smiled
in pleasure. Two days later Larra
and her companions trekked out of the
valley. They were on their way
home.
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