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When Larra awoke, it was to total
darkness. She tried to move and
instantly regretted her action.
Every inch of her body ached.
Her head felt as if it was occupied by tiny men pounding the inside
of her skull with hammers. Without
thinking she allowed a low moan to escape her
lips. Immediately there was movement
beside her. In the darkness she
had not realized that she was not alone.
A man’s voice spoke to her in a language she did not understand,
and a gentle hand was placed on her
forehead.
The voice and the touch startled her.
Despite her pain she sat bolt
upright. She was covered by some
sort of robe but was naked beneath it.
She threw the robe aside and was rewarded by a rush of cold night
air. Wherever she was it was
pitch black and very cold. She
felt a touch on her arm, pulling her
back. In a sudden panic she lashed
out, striking blindly at whomever was there in the
darkness. The sudden effort caused
a wave of pain to course through her
body. Fighting off the pain Larra
leapt to her feet and staggered naked into the
darkness. She took only a couple
of steps before she was overcome by an overwhelming feeling of nausea and
dizziness that dropped her to her knees.
Struggling to rise, blackness washed over her and she dropped senseless
on the cold ground.
The next time Larra awoke it was
daylight. She was lying under
a sheepskin robe. It was probably
the same one that had covered her the first time she had
awakened. She hurt
everywhere. He body was covered
with half healed welts. In spite
of the pain, she struggled to a sitting position in spite of the protests
of her naked body and looked around her.
She found that she was screened off from the area around her by a
stand of willows. Watching her
silently a few feet away was a huge Mongol
warrior. Larra quickly estimated
that he was probably over six and a half feet
tall. Once again she felt a surge
of fear. Shrinking back she pulled
the sheepskin robe closer to her nude
body.
The Mongol warrior said something to her that she did not understand and
then called to someone that Larra could not
see. There was an answering call
and a few seconds later a second Mongol
appeared. This man was normal
size for a Mongol, standing only about five feet five
inches. He was carrying a leather
bag and a bowl. He presented
both to Larra, setting them in front of her.
She saw that the bowl contained
some sort of meat and what appeared to be
rice. She suddenly realized that
she was very hungry and desperately
thirsty.
Larra took the leather bag first, guessing that it probably contained something
to drink. Tipping it to her lips
she found that it was filled with water.
She drank deeply, making sure as best she could that the fold of the
robe did not slip down and reveal any more than her bare
shoulders. Then, using her right
hand she scooped some rice and meat from the bowl and chewed it
slowly. She kept it up until
the bowl was empty and then retreated beneath the
robe.
The tall Mongol spoke to her again.
She could still not understand
him. Shaking her head Larra tried
replying to him in Mandarin.
“I’m sorry, but I do not speak your
language.”
The man’s face lightened. He
replied in intelligible but somewhat accented
Mandarin. “I was hoping
that you were feeling better. You
have had a rough time of it. My
name is
Tabin.
I am the chief of this raiding
party. We have chosen the Japanese
as our enemies and when we found you, you seemed to be in need of our
help. You have nothing to fear
from me, so please do not try to run away this
time.”
Larra shifted her weight slightly, and flinched as pain coursed through her
body. Tabin caught her facial
expression. “I see that
you are still in some discomfort.
Your injuries probably need attending
to. Before I do that, however,
is there anything else I can get
you?” Larra wondered what
the man intended to do about her wounds, but his question reminded her that
she had not attended to any body functions for quite some
time. She needed a private place
and quickly. Larra’s embarrassed
flush told the Mongol all he needed to
know. “Just a moment,”
he said and he got up and strode quickly
away. A few seconds later he
returned, carrying a crude wooden bucket.
“I will leave you for a short while and then return for the
bucket.”
It took her several minutes to struggle out of her robe and use the
bucket. Her body screamed in
agony at every move. Shivering
she returned to the warmth of sheepskin.
A few minutes later the huge Mongol
returned. He removed the bucket
and came back a few seconds later carrying a small ceramic
jar. “Now, I need to attend
to your wounds. I obtained this
cream from a Chinese apothecary in
“I can’t allow you to do that,” protested Larra, drawing the
robe more tightly about her.
Tabin frowned. “Don’t
be silly. Who do you think brought
you here? There is not a part
of your body that I have not seen.
I would have one of our women do this if any were near, but this raiding
party contains no women.”
Larra found herself blushing again.
It was a foolish response to the warrior’s scolding, but she
could not help it.
Slowly, the Mongol reached out and pulled the robe away from
her. Larra did not stop
him. “Lie down on your stomach
first,” he commanded.
Slowly, so as to minimize the pain of her movements, Larra rolled over and
stretched out on the sheepskin. She
did so with considerable trepidation, leaving herself at the mercy of a man
who was a complete stranger to her.
The Mongol knelt beside her and covered the lower part of her body
with the other sheepskin. Larra
felt somewhat reassured by the gesture.
Removing the top of the ceramic container, the Mongol scooped out
some white ointment. Ever so
gently he rubbed it over the marks that the willows wands had made on her
body. He started with her shoulders
and slowly worked his way down her back and sides, applying the ointment
everywhere there was a mark from the
whipping. When he reached her
shapely derriere, her lifted the robe and placed it over her
torso. Then he carefully massaged
the ointment into her severely bruised and lacerated
buttocks. This was an area that
the Japanese had concentrated on, and her tiny rear was crisscrossed with
welts. Larra found his gentle
touch quite relaxing and the feel of his hands rubbing her sensitive bottom
was almost erotic.
“I’ve got to be careful,” Larra thought, “Or I’m
going to react in the wrong way.”
Tabin worked the unguent into the bruises and weals on Larra’s
thighs. Finishing, he reached
up and touched her shoulder.
“Now the other side,” he
said.
Larra hesitated and then slowly rolled onto her
back. She moved the robe so that
it covered her loins, and tried to cover her breasts with her
arms. Tabin smiled, and then
gently but firmly pulled her arms away, exposing her exquisite
bosom. Without comment he dipped
his finger into the container and began to gingerly spread the cool cream
over the welts just above her breasts.
Larra lay still. Only
the slow rise and fall of her bosom attested to a certain nervousness on
her part.
Tabin slowly worked his way lower, spreading the cream over her upper breasts
and then moving down to her nipples.
Here too the Japanese had applied numerous strokes to Larra’s
anatomy. As the soothing salve
was applied to her areolas Larra found herself becoming
aroused. Her pink nipples hardened
under his touch. Embarrassed
at being so easily titillated, Larra turned crimson from her head right down
to her toes. Tabin seemed not
to notice. Almost mechanically,
he worked the ointment into her wounds, eventually reaching her
knees.
“There,” he said, “that should help you
heal.” Carefully he replaced
the sheepskins over her body.
“You sleep now. I
will wake you later to see if you need
anything.”
Larra closed her eyes and relaxed.
Almost immediately she fell into a deep
sleep.
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