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Larra’s fingers slipped from her precarious
handhold. She began to drop,
then suddenly she felt her outstretched arm being seized from
above. She looked up to see her
wrist being grasped by a muscular
forearm. Attached to that forearm
was the shoulder and head of the fiercest face she had ever
seen.
Slowly, she was pulled toward the top of the
cliff by the savage-looking warrior.
Larra was looking directly into his face, the skin of which was covered
in blue tattoos. A large gold
ring penetrated the septum of his nose and two large gold earplugs pierced
each earlobe. He smiled, revealing
teeth that had been filed to a point.
His skull had been shaved bald and tattooed like his
face. Even more amazing, considering
that they were in the middle of
Larra was being drawn up the face of the cliff, her full breasts brushing
against the stone. She realized
that in her fall and then her rescue, her shirt had been torn open, revealing
a bit more of her bosom than she would have liked, but she was in no position
to repair the damage.
The white savage had now pulled her
almost to the top of the cliff. Now
a second man appeared, almost identical in appearance to the
first. He reached down and seized
her useless left arm. Using their
combined strength they were able to easily raise her to the top of the
cliff. To Larra’s surprise
they did not pull her all the way up, but left her lower body hanging over
the edge. Then the first savage
twisted her good arm behind her back.
The second warrior did the same with the left
arm. She realized with a shock
that her seeming rescuers were actually her
captors.
The first warrior had produced a length of coarse grass
rope. Quickly and adeptly he
lashed her wrists together. Then
he took a second length of rope and bound her upper arms securely, looping
the rope around her torso, just below her
breasts. Larra was helpless to
resist. She could not use her
legs as they dangled over the cliff edge and she was powerless to fight off
the two stalwart men with only one good
arm.
They finished tying her and pulled her to the top of the cliff, setting her
on her feet. Larra saw that there
were actually seven savages. The other five were arranged in a semicircle,
studying her. None of them looked
particularly friendly. They were
all decorated with tattoos similar to those of the two men who had tied her
up. She also saw that most of
the savages wore necklaces composed of human finger
bones. One of them actually wore
a mummified hand around his neck.
Interestingly, not one of them wore anything other than
ornaments. They were completely
naked.
A noose with a slipknot was now tied about her
neck. Almost instinctively Larra
reacted. Although these men had
saved her life, what they were now doing could hardly be considered
friendly. Her hands might be
tied, but her feet were deadly weapons.
Her right foot traveled in a long arc, smashing against the jaw of the man
who had first grabbed her arm. The
impact knocked him sprawling in the dirt.
Then, without a pause the same leg struck again, driving into the
solar plexus of the second man. He
doubled up in pain, his breath driven from his
body.
Larra now faced the five other savages.
Shock and surprise showed on all of their faces, but within seconds
they were closing in on her.
Apparently her demonstration against the first two men had not convinced
them that she should be left alone.
She had very little room to maneuver. The yawning chasm was only a few feet
behind her, and the savages were closing in from all
sides. However, her martial arts
skills more than compensated for her seemingly hopeless
position. Her right leg kicked
out with lightening thrusts. Faster
than the eye could follow she struck three times, sending her three closest
opponents groveling into the
dust. The other two hastily backed
out of the range of her powerful legs.
Determined to finish the fight before they could recover, Larra moved after
them. A twanging sound rang in
her ears at the same time as the arrow
arrived. It struck her right
shoulder, just to the right of her
breast. The shock of the injury
caused Larra to stumble to her knees.
Through the haze of pain that swam before her eyes she saw the savage
that she had first assaulted fitting another arrow to his
bow. Unmindful of her injury
she tried to get to her feet, but now the two remaining savages closed in
on her. She was only halfway
up when they reached her and pushed her back down to the
ground. She fell forward onto
the arrow shaft, driving it further into her
shoulder.
“AAAHHH!”
An exclamation of acute pain bust from her
lips. She was in such
agony from her wound that she was only dimly cognizant of the fact that her
ankles were being hobbled with a short length of rope to prevent her feet
from moving more than a couple of feet.
Then she was brutally jerked back to her
feet. Without further ado, one
of the savages jerked on the rope around her neck and led her down the
canyon. No attempt was made to
remove the arrow from her bleeding
shoulder. In a fog of pain Larra
was dragged behind her captor, forced to stumble along as best she
could. The other six savages,
fell in behind.
Almost sobbing from the pain of her injury, Larra was marched briskly down
the canyon. Blood coursed steadily
from her wound, running down over her breast and staining her
shirt. The presence of the arrow
in the wound seemed to limit its bleeding, otherwise loss of blood would
have caused her to faint within a short
time. But she was in a state
of severe shock and would have collapsed if the savage leading her had not
yanked harshly on the rope each time she
slowed. As it was, she stumbled
and fell to her knees numerous times.
Each time she fell, it was more difficult than the last to get
up. Finally, as her consciousness
was on the verge of leaving her they
stopped.
Dimly, Larra was aware
of being in some sort of village of mud
huts. Then she was thrust into
an open wicker cage and the door was lashed shut behind
her. She dropped to her knees
and then fell back on the dirt floor as her awareness left her and she passed
out.
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