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The four young women who accompanied her were
all well acquainted with hardship and danger, but this trip was not supposed
to have exposed them to the sort of predicament they now found themselves
in. It was certainly not the
sort of experience she would have wished for either one of
them. It had all started innocently
enough with Larra being recruited by the British government for a mission
in western
Upon arriving in
Although it was not her chosen calling, Larra
was getting rather used to being asked to act as an agent of counter-espionage,
and she was anxious to do anything that she thought might aid the British
war effort, especially if it involved archeological research and fighting
against the forces of fascism. She
had determined through her research that the area of the
Larra went outside and took a reading at
The going had not been
easy. Even walking at night the
desert heat was intense. The
sand held the heat and radiated it back into the air after sundown, so that
for the first few hours of the walk they had to endure temperatures close
to 100 degrees Fahrenheit. Then
as the night wore on the temperature dropped and the walk became more
bearable. However, the heat was
not the only problem they encountered.
The sand itself made walking
difficult. Every step sank into
the shifting surface, sometimes ankle
deep. As a result it was impossible
to make good time, and even a walk of only a few hours became
arduous. They, therefore, make
very poor time, covering only a few miles before the sun
rose. Then they had to find someplace
where they could shelter out of the suns direct
rays.
Larra had chosen to shelter them at the base
of two huge dunes. It was the
best she could do in such an open area.
The dunes ran approximately north- south so that when the sun rose
the shadow of the eastern dune gave them some protection, and in the afternoon
the western dune served the same purpose.
Only in the late morning and early afternoon were they exposed to
the suns rays, but those few hours were
torture. The sun beat down with
an intensity that Larra found hard to believe, and she had been in desert
regions before. However, she
had to admit that the
Soon all of the women were suffering from
the rising temperature, even Amy, who had been raised in a subtropical
environment. It was worst of
all for Melissa. Raised
in
None of them spoke much, each attempting to
conserve her energy. Talking
used up moisture, and they had to conserve what little they had of
that. Most of the time they tried
to sleep, but the oppressive heat made that
difficult. Only once was there
a bit of a disturbance, when they were visited by a beetle that had hidden
in the sand. Or rather beetles,
because there were several of them.
They looked like harmless little black creatures and no one noticed
them until Melissa screamed. She
slapped a beetle that had climbed up her pant leg from the
sand. Then she stood up and did
a little dance as she shed several more of the
creatures. Larra had to suppress
a smile as the Canadian girl gyrated in front of her, but her expression
changed to one of concern when Melissa suddenly began to pull off her
clothes.
What is it? Larra said, jumping
up. She saw that the girl seemed
on the verge of panic, and that was
unusual. Melissa had always shown
tremendous courage in her relationship with
Larra.
Im being burned! shrilled
the girl. The beetles burned
me! By now she had removed
her blouse and pants, leaving only her
undergarments.
Blister beetles, thought
Larra. She had heard of these
insects. Part of the family
Meloidae,
if she remembered correctly. They
exuded a corrosive spray from their abdomens that could cause painful
blisters. She alerted the others,
and they began a quick personal search for the
insects. Several had crawled
onto Jia Li, but the Asian girl found them just in
time.
Larra got Melissa to stand still and looked
at the blisters forming on her skin.
From a small pouch on her belt she took a small jar of healing
slave. It was an ointment containing
elements of the life extending water she had discovered in the Lost
World. Used in this form its
healing properties were miraculous.
She smeared the salve on Melissas
burns. Within minutes the painful
blisters began to diminish.
Well have to post a guard to watch
for these pests, Larra said.
Ill stand the first watch and then we will take it in
turns. The others tried
to make themselves comfortable, although they were all clearly unnerved by
the beetle attack. Nothing
growing for miles, Larra thought, and we get attacked by
beetles. Wearily she sat
down. She hoped they could make
better progress tonight, because walking through the
The next night was much worse than the
first. They had not been able
to carry much water and Larra carefully rationed what little they
had. She expected to reach Siwa
in about two days, but she knew that she had not made the sort of progress
she had hoped for. Soon every
member of the party was desperate for water, but Larra stuck to the strict
regime she had chosen. It would
do none of them any good to consume all the water the first day and then
have to fight their way through the heat of the desert while they slowly
died of thirst. And so she stuck
to her careful rationing, taking a water break every two hours but limiting
the amount drunk to only a cup each.
She estimated that if necessary, they could make the water last four
days that way, but she hoped they would reach the oasis long before
that.
One problem was keeping on course for the
intended destination. The desert
had no landmarks. But Larra had
marked the direction of their destination by the stars and since the desert
skies were clear, had no trouble keeping them on course despite the fact
that they had to frequently detour around huge
dunes.
It had been a good plan, and it might have
worked if they had not run into the patrol of Italian
soldiers. Larra was caught completely
off guard. Her intelligence briefing
had made no mention of any enemy presence in the area where the plane had
gone down. It was too far south
and in too inhospitable an area to expect that they would run into
anyone. And so she was not even
watching for the enemy when they were
discovered.
The Italian soldiers seemed to rise from the
dunes. In fact Larra and her
party had blundered right into their camp, settling down only a few hundred
feet from where the Italians had just spent the
night. Larra and the other women
had just halted after a night of trekking over the shifting sand and settled
down in the shade of a large dune for another long hot day of
waiting. The sound of their quiet
voices had carried easily to the Italian camp, alerting the
sentries. The Italians were no
doubt as surprised as they were to find five incredibly attractive women
in the middle of the desert, but they wasted no time in disarming them and
binding their hands behind their back to make sure that they did not
escape.
There was no question of shooting it out with
the Italians. Larras party
was outnumbered five to one. It
was certain that in any exchange of gunfire one or the other of the women
would be killed or wounded. And
so she surrendered meekly, allowing herself to be disarmed without even drawing
her Browning .45.
The Italian Captain had been most amused as
he took the pistol from her holster.
You know how to use this, signora? he said with only a
slight trace of an accent. He
smiled condescendingly.
Larra gauged the caliber of the man facing
her. He was a tall self-assured
man with a thin pencil mustache, and carefully oiled
hair. His tailored uniform and
polished brass buttons and buckles gave him the appearance of attending a
parade rather than being in charge of a squad of soldiers in enemy
territory. As he spoke, he leaned
into her face, almost lasciviously.
I am Capitano Luigi Andreotti of the Regio
Esercito. You are my prisoners, he
said almost triumphantly, as if capturing five heat-exhausted women was the
result of a major military operation.
Larra realized that Andreotti had no idea
who she was and decided it might be in her interest to keep secret as much
about herself and her friends and herself as
possible. I can pull the
trigger, she answered and then went on the
offensive. Why are you
treating us like this? she
demanded. We are five women
stranded in the desert and you treat as if we are hostile enemy
soldiers.
Forgive me, signora, but I have orders
to bring in anyone found passing through this
area. You are in the wrong place
at the wrong time.
Dont be ridiculous, Larra
protested. Our plane crashed
on the way from
Five women in the middle of one of the
most god-forsaken places on earth is most
strange. Especially five women
of such great beauty.
Andreotti licked his lips
suggestively.
Melissa now chimed
in. Come on you
meatball. We are not members
of the military. You cant
treat civilians like this. Under
the Geneva convention noncombatants are not to be harmed or
imprisoned.
Noncombatants perhaps, my lovely,
Andreotti replied, but I have every right to apprehend spies and take
them in for questioning.
Spies? Melissa said, her voice
rising in outrage. Do we
look like spies? Five helpless
women stumbling around in the desert without food or
water. Dont be a
fool. Release us
immediately.
A bit of a spitfire arent you?
said Andreotti, his eyes sweeping over Melissas shapely
form. With her hands behind her
back, her already ample bosom was thrust forward, emphasizing the beautifully
rounded contours of her breasts.
Andreotti licked his lips
suggestively. I think I
am going to enjoy questioning you.
The implied threat was all too clear, and
Melissa shuddered. She had
experienced rape before, but she dreaded a repetition of the horrific
event. At only nineteen years
of age the horror of being held down and brutalized sexually still burned
in her mind. She had gone with
Larra on the expedition to the
Larra caught herself again, as the sand slipped
beneath her feet. They had been
given only a small drink of water before starting out, and her raging thirst
was making it difficult for her to
concentrate. She noticed that
her companions were walking unsteadily as
well. She wondered how long it
would be before one of them collapsed with
heatstroke. Steadying herself,
she stopped moving. We
need water, she said.
Youll kill us marching us like
this. Were not
camels. If you think we are spies
it will do you little good if we die before we get to where you are taking
us.
Andreotti rode up on his camel and gazed down
at her. Im beginning
to think you females are more trouble than you are
worth. You have already slowed
me down to half speed. Now you
want part of our limited water
supply.
None of us asked to go with
you. Had you left us alone we
would have reached Siwa without you.
Siwa? replied
Andreotti. I made no mention
of the fact that we were going there.
How did you know? His
manner implied that Larra could only have known of his destination through
prior knowledge.
Where did you think I and my companions
were heading? Siwa is the only
oasis in this region. Where else
would you be going?
This convinces me all the more that
you are spies, Andreotti replied.
You will be questioned thoroughly when we
arrive. And until we reach the
oasis you will receive no water.
Then we will all die, said
Larra. If you are right
and we are spies, I expect that your superiors will be most
pleased.
Andreotti frowned at this last
comment. It was clear that he
did not want his prisoners dead. He
thought for a moment, and reluctantly ordered one of his men to give the
women water. He did not order
them untied, however, and as soon as they had finished drinking he ordered
them to continue the march.
Once again the torturous ordeal
began. Up one dune and then down
the other side, or skirting the edge of particularly large
dunes. Always the sand slipped
under their feet, making walking doubly
difficult. Larra was soon struggling
to keep her feet, as dehydration and exhaustion quickly set
in. Andreotti had given them
the least amount of water he could get away with, and its affects did not
last long. She began to stumble
again, as did her companions. Larra
continually glanced back at Melissa who had never experienced such intense
heat. If anyone collapsed she
expected it would be her. But
the girl wore a grim expression of determination on her
face. If nothing else, she was
grittily determined not to give in.
Larra turned
back. She had chosen her companions
well. She
sighed. In front of her was a
monster dune. It loomed hundreds of feet high and stretched as far in either
direction as far she could see.
There would be no walking around this
one. Resignedly, she started
up the dune, her companions
following. Long before
she reached the top, Larra felt her splendidly conditioned body
weakening. She knew that every
member of her party must feel the same.
Steadfastly, she put one foot after the other, forcing herself to
go on. By the time she reached
the top her legs felt like lead.
Breathing heavily, she crested the summit of the
dune. Below her was a welcome
sight, a small oasis set in the middle of the sand
sea.
From the top of the dune she saw that the
oasis consisted of a small lake and an even smaller
pond. Palms and other greenery
crowded the edges of the sky-blue bodies of
water. It was not the oasis she
had been heading for, but it was certainly
Andreottis
destination. At the urging of
the Italian captain, she started down.
Descending the dune was almost as difficult
as climbing it. This side of
the dune was actually steeper than the one they had climbed and the sand
slipped away from beneath her feet, threatening to send her tumbling head
over heels at the slightest misstep.
She was halfway down when she lost her
footing. Unable to save herself
she pitched face forward down the slope of the dune and began to roll
uncontrollably toward the bottom.
About a hundred feet later the soft sand arrested her
progress. She was not hurt, but
her shirt had been torn open in the fall, baring her to the
navel. Only her thin cotton bra
covered her magnificent breasts, and one strap had snapped, exposing her
left breast almost to the nipple.
She staggered to her feet, well aware that
the eyes of every man were riveted on her imposing
prow. Andreotti made a point
of riding up to her, ostensibly to see if she was aright, but making no effort
to hide the direction of his gaze.
You should be more careful, signora, he
said. You might injure
yourself. He smiled lecherously
and then rode off. Without a
word, but holding her head high, Larra
followed. Several of the Italian
soldiers rode close to her. It
was not hard to determine the direction of their gaze, and Larra began to
dread what might happen if she and the other women were left alone with the
Italian rank and file for very long.
She doubted very much that any of these men had seen a woman for several
months. Having such five incredibly
beautiful women fall into their midst would have immediately filled their
minds with thoughts of rape.
She tried to put the thoughts out of her
mind. Somehow she would find
a way out of this mess. She always
did. If only she could do it
before she and her friends were subjected to the cruel attention of the Italian
soldiers.
It took them another fifteen minutes to reach
the oasis. By the time they arrived
all of the women were on their last legs.
Larra hoped that they would be given adequate water at
last. There was no longer any
excuse for denying them as much as they needed.
The Italian camp numbered several hundred
men at least. She wondered what
the Italians were doing so far behind enemy
lines. The expedition was not
large enough to be a serious threat to the British position in
Andreotti took them directly into the centre
of the camp. Their passage attracted
the attention of every man they passed, especially Larra who felt the eyes
of every man scanning her exposed bosom.
At last they came to a large tent.
The sides of the tent were rolled up to take advantage of whatever
cooling breeze there might be. In
the center of the tent was a table and several
chairs. As they approached a
man rose from one of the chairs and approached
them. Larras eyes widened
in disbelief. She uttered as
single word, Featherstone!