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They remained in the cell all night without food or
water. Larra and Tabin cleared
out one of the “cleaner” corners of the cell for themselves and
tried to get some sleep. They
had to sleep in shifts just in case their cellmates got up to something in
the night. The only illumination
in the cell came from a barred window so that it was dark in the cell as
soon as the sun went down. The
next morning before dawn several guards showed
up. At rifle point Larra and
Tabin were ordered from the cell.
The guards motioned for them to turn around and kneel on the
floor. In that position their
hands were handcuffed behind them.
Then they were pulled to their feet and marched down the hall into
a large room. Larra saw with
some sense of trepidation that the room seemed to have been outfitted like
a torture chamber.
The were various instruments of torture laid out on tables at the side of
the room, including branding irons, pliers, hammers, bolt cutters, battery
cables, whips and other toys.
Suspended from the ceiling were long chains that ended in irons that
could be clamped to wrists or legs.
Larra suppressed a shudder.
She glanced at Tabin. His
face was showed no emotion.
Colonel Ivanov stood in the centre of the room next to a large
desk. He was holding something
in his hands. He motioned Larra
to come forward. Propelled by
her guard, Larra was pushed toward
Ivanov. He laid a number of
photographs on the desk. “I
thought you mind be interested in these,” he said in his heavily accented
English. Larra looked at the
photographs. They were the pictures
she had snapped inside the tomb of the Great
Khan.
“I am most interested in knowing where you took
them.” He looked at Larra
expectantly. Larra said
nothing. She had no intention
of revealing the whereabouts of Genghis Khan’s tomb to any
Russian.
Ivanov spoke to the guards. To
her surprise it was Tabin that they brought
forward. Forcing him to his knees,
they lowered one of the sets of chains from the ceiling and clamped them
to his upper arms. Then they
raised the chains until the Mongol warrior was pulled off his
feet. Tabin’s arms
were pulled backward. Although
Larra knew that he must be experiencing severe pain, he gave no outward sign
of discomfort.
Ivanov turned back to Larra.
“I was almost hoping that you would be uncooperative,” he
said. “How about if we leave
your friend hanging there for a few hours while we discuss things between
us?” Although Ivanov spoke
quietly, his tone was distinctly
menacing. He motioned to the
guards and they marched Larra over to a large
table. Before she could react
they had pulled her on to it.
Holding her legs, the guards fastened manacles to each ankle and locked
them to the legs of the table.
Larra tried to move, but was unable to shift her body more than a
few inches in any direction.
Ivanov approached her. Standing
between her legs he produced a razor edged
knife. Pulling Larra to a sitting
position, he inserted the knife in the left sleeve of her
jacket and the slit the fabric
up her arm all the way to her neck, so that the jacket fell away from that
side of her body, exposing her magnificent left
breast. He then continued down
the right side of her jacket, cutting it completely in
two. He then removed the tattered
garment from her body, leaving her naked to the
waist. Ivanov stepped back to
admire Larra’s handsome torso.
His eyes took in her splendid high breasts each with its inviting upturned
dark pink nipple. He stepped
between her legs and placed his hands on each side of the firm flesh of her
firm breasts. Then he ran his
hands down her rib cage to her narrow waist and followed it over her flaring
hips. Only Larra’s heightened
breathing showed her outrage at this violation of her
person. Tabin, however, screamed
in rage, hurling insults and threats at the huge
Russian.
Ivanov stopped what he was doing.
In two strides he reached Tabin and using his forward momentum smashed
his ham fist into Tabin’s jaw.
The force of the blow actually jerked the huge Mongol upward, but
it did not silence him.
“Russian scum,” He said.
“You will pay for your dishonourable act with your
life.”
Ivanov seemed surprised by the fact that Tabin was still conscious, but he
recovered from his astonishment and drawing back his fist hit his helpless
prisoner again. He followed up
this cowardly assault with several more heavy blows, finally beating Tabin
into semi-consciousness. “Gag
him,” he ordered.
The two guards stuffed a length of cloth into Tabin’s bleeding mouth
and secured it with a short length of
rope. Ivanov turned back to
Larra. “Now where was I?”
he mused.
He picked up the knife again and inserting its edge under the waistband of
her pants, sliced through the quilted material to the
cuffs. He then repeated the action
on the other side and then removed her
pants. He completed Larra’s
denudation by removing her boots.
It was hard for Larra to hide her fear.
She had been through all of this before and
dreaded what was coming, but
would not give in to the Russian.
“Feeling more talkative, my beauty?” Ivanov
jeered.
“Your actions are a violation of the Geneva Convention, not to mention
the friendship that exists between
your country and mine,” Larra said.
“I am a British subject.
You have no right to treat me or my husband this
way.”
“Husband?” asked Ivanov, his face showing his surprise once
again. A British lady marrying
a Mongol. That is most
strange. I am beginning to believe
that you are not what you say you are.
It is something a slut might do, but certainly not a
lady.”
Larra was stung by Ivanov’s crude
insults. She had never been one
to consider race when it came to choosing her friends or
companions. Moreover, she was
quite chagrined at having revealed her close connection with
Tabin. She was sure that Ivanov
would use it as a weapon against her.
“Spare yourself some pain,
“And you are going to torture us,
anyway. I will not cooperate
with you in any way. Sooner or
later word of this atrocity will get out and then you will have to answer
fro your actions.”
Ivanov shook his head. “You
are a stupid and stubborn woman.
But have it your way.”
He placed his hand on her left breast and gave it a slight
squeeze. He
grinned. “You are
right. I enjoy these interrogations
too much to give them up. But
let’s see if I can get you to cooperate
anyway.”
Ivanov said something to the guards in
Russian. One of them went over
to one of the side tables. He
returned carrying a set of light cables and a large telephone
battery. “It would be a
shame to mar such a flawless body,” gloated
Ivanov, “So I will not use
a car battery. But this should
cause quite enough pain.”
Each of the cables ended in an alligator
clamp. “Last chance to
cooperate,” Ivanov said, touching one of the clamps to her right
nipple. Larra looked him in the
eye with an unwavering glance.
“You have spirit.” He
said. “I like
that. Let’s see if we can
break it.” Squeezing her
breast, he attached the alligator clamp to her
nipple. Larra forced herself
to remain expressionless. Already,
she was attempting to put her body into a Zen-like trance that would make
her oblivious to what was going on.
Ivanov attached the next clamp to her left
nipple. Then he noticed that
Larra’s body seemed to be relaxing.
“How was this possible?” he
thought. She should be experiencing
great pain. Quickly he raised
one of her eyelids. She seemed
to be going into some sort of trance.
Ivanov smiled. He could
stop that.
Leaning over her Ivanov pinched her nose and placed his hand over her
mouth. Larra’s breathing
stopped and then her chest heaved spectacularly as she tired unsuccessfully
to breath. Within seconds her
eyes popped open and she attempted to twist her face away from Ivanov’s
hands. Increasing the pressure,
Ivanov held her in place.
“MMMPPPHH!” Muffled sounds came from Larra’s
mouth as she desperately tried to draw in
air. She was fully
awake. Her attempt to escape
the pain had been thwarted.
Ivanov released her mouth and
nostrils. “Now let’s
get on with things shall we?”
He tweaked the clamps on her
nipples. This time Larra winced
slightly. It was only a flicker
of pain, but it was most gratifying to
Ivanov. He would see how much
she could stand.
Picking up the other ends of the cables, Ivanov attacked them to a switch
and then ran a set of cables to the telephone
battery. Now all he had to do
to complete the circuit was close the
switch. “Are you ready?”
he taunted. Then he closed the
switch.
Larra’s face contorted in pain.
She did not cry out, but her body arched as the electric current ran
through her incredibly sensitive nipples.
Ivanov opened the switch and waited for Larra to
relax. As her tiny derriere settled
back down on the table he closed it
again. He repeated this several
times, until it seemed to lose some of its
effect.
Ivanov removed the alligator clamps from her
nipples. Larra was breathing
heavily, her firm breasts swaying slightly from side to
side. Her splendid body had broken
out into a sweat and rivulets of moisture were running down her naked
torso.
Ivanov now turned his attention to Larra’s vulnerable
vulva. He folded back her labia
and attached a clamp to each side of the soft tissue around her
vagina. Again Larra did not cry
out, but she feared what was to come
next. Ivanov closed the
switch. Larra’s body bucked
and she gave a muffled cry of pain.
Ivanov let the current flow.
Tiny whimpering noises began to escape from Larra’s
mouth.
Hanging in the center of the room, Tabin began to scream at Ivanov in
uncontrolled rage. He was in
great pain himself, but he could not bear to see his beautiful lover brutally
tortured. Gagged, however, he
could only vent his rage in muffled shouts.
By this time tears were streaming down Larra’s
face. She was in the most terrible
pain, but she would not cry out.
Ivanov was getting bored.
Larra’s agony was most pleasing, but he wanted a stronger
reaction. In addition, the
contortions of Larra’s body had completely aroused
him. It was time for a different
sort of torture.
He removed the clamps from her labia and unbuttoned his
trousers. In a few seconds his
massive and fully erect penis stood
revealed. Climbing onto the table,
Ivanov straddled the helpless
adventuress. He then moved his
huge member between her breasts and squeezed them together on either side
of it. Slowly, he began to slide
his thick rod back and forth between her compressed
tits. Ivanov groaned in
satisfaction. The sensation of
his penis sliding over Larra’s silky sweat-dampened skin was incredibly
arousing. His already rigid member
became even larger and harder as he squeezed her firm but pliant breasts
around it. Slowly he stimulated
himself into a heightened state of
arousal.
For Larra the switch to sexual this humiliation at the hands of the huge
Russian did not come as a relief.
The pain of the electrical torture had been terrible, but it was only
pain. Rape was even
worse.
Ivanov’s breath came in short gasps.
He was close to climaxing.
Seminal fluid leaked from his penis as the pressure built up in his
testicles. This was a little
too soon. He released Larra’s
now slippery breasts and shifted his weight back so that his erect penis
lay on her stomach. Taking a
breast in each hand he squeezed the soft flesh so hard that the malleable
tissue bulged through his fingers.
Larra flinched in anguish, but did not cry
out. The diversion caused
Ivanov’s erection to shrink.
He was not worried. He
knew it would return when he wanted it
to. He continued to molest
Larra’s breasts, pinching, squashing, and twisting them in an attempt
to cause the maximum pain.
Despite the extended molestation of her breasts, Larra held
on. She was in considerable agony,
as Ivanov stretched and mauled her bruised flesh, but she gritted her teeth
and steeled herself against the abuse.
One of the few signs she gave of her discomfort was her heavy breathing
and occasional fleeting grimace.
Ivanov was impressed. This woman
was tough! But he knew he would
break her. He had broken everyone
who had come into this room. It
was just a matter of time and patience.
He would soon have this haughty beauty begging for
mercy.
Ivanov taunted Larra as he worked on her.
“You are resisting. I
like that. Keep it
up. It will be so much better
when I break you. Oh, you
flinched! Did that
hurt? Let’s try it
again. Yes, I think that does
hurt. I must try to remember
that spot.”
On and on it went. By now
Larra’s proud breasts felt like they had been put through the wringer
of a washing machine. They were
sore and bruised everywhere.
Ivanov’s mangling hands never let
up. Her heavy breathing changed
to gasps as she suppressed her cries, and then to grunts, as she began to
break down under the incessant mauling.
Ivanov decided it was time for the piece de
resistance. He slid off Larra’s
body and stationed himself between her
legs. Her ankles were fastened
to the table legs in such a way that her petite rear hung just over the edge
of the table. This left her vagina
wide open to any attack.
“Let’s see how tough you are, bitch,” Ivanov
jeered. Without any further
preparation he thrust the tip of his engorged penis past the lips of her
vulnerable vulva. He was erect
once again and becoming bigger and harder every
second.
For the few seconds that Ivanov had left her battered breasts alone Larra
had felt an enormous sense of relief.
He had stopped just as she was on the verge
of
breaking. But her relief
was sort lived when she felt the tip of his massive phallus push past the
open lips of her vagina.
“UNNHH!”
Larra grunted. She arched her
back in involuntary reaction to Ivanov’s forced
entry. His monster phallus was
almost as large as Tabin’s with the major difference that she was completely
unlubricated. Any intercourse
would be accompanied by extreme pain.
Ivanov gripped Larra’s writhing body about her tiny waist and
pulled her into him, slamming his phallus forward with brutal
strength.
“OOHH,”
Larra moaned as he pushed past her body’s defenses, forcing his huge
shaft into her tight
vagina.
“Now we will see just how tough you are,” Ivanov
gloated. “Let’s hear
you scream.” He thrust into
her a good three
inches.
“UGHH!” Larra
grunted. She was being torn open
by Ivanov’s brutal violation of her vagina, but she still managed to
maintain some control.
“Come on, scream!”
He pushed in another two inches, then withdrew and slammed back in
a full seven inches. “Scream,
you
bitch!”
“AAHH!!
AAAHHHH!!” Larra could not help crying
out. Her tight, dry vagina was
being mercilessly violated. Adding
to the pain of the humiliation was the knowledge that Tabin was being forced
to watch her complete subjugation.
A sound very much like a sob burst from her
lips.
Ivanov decided to play with her.
“Want me to stop? Just
say the word, bitch.” Ivanov
pulled out almost five inches.
“OOHHH!” Larra gasped in
relief. Then
“AAAAHHHH!”
as he plunged back
in.
“I didn’t hear the word,” Ivanov
jeered. “How about a little
more?” He pulled hard on
her arched back, penetrating another
inch. He was now into her about
eight full inches. Larra could
stand no more. She would do almost
anything to end this
torment.
“AAAAHHHAAHH!!”
Larra screamed. “Alright,
stop!
STOP!”
“I didn’t hear you say
please.” He pushed in another
inch. He was in almost as far
as he could go. Blood dripped
from Larra’s ravaged vagina, pooling on the floor beneath the
table.
“PLEASE!”
Larra sobbed.
“PLEASE!”
“Ha! I was just
joking,” laughed Ivanov.
“I’m, just getting
started.”
“NO! PLEASE!
NO!” Larra
shrieked. She knew that he was
playing with her, but his brutality had broken down her
self-control. She was being raped
raw and the pain and humiliation was
unbelievable. A few feet away
her lover hung, suspended helplessly while she was sexually
brutalized. For his sake as much
as hers she had tried to hold out, but Ivanov’s methodical sexual torture
had crushed her resolve. Now
she just wanted release from the terrible pain and degradation to
which she was being subjected
But Ivanov did not stop. He
continued to pound into her helpless body, ignoring her tortured cries and
her pleas for mercy.
Ivanov was not even interested in getting Larra to
talk. He knew that once he had
truly broken her he could get the information any
time. He was much more interested
now in prolonging her agony. A
genuine sadist, he was sexually stimulated by pain in
others. The more Larra cried
and begged for mercy, the more sexually aroused he
became. He would not stop until
he had achieved orgasm and he was a master at delaying his ejaculation for
as long as possible. And so he
continued to rape the wailing woman, delighting in the sounds of her
torment.
To Larra each minute of the rape seemed like an
hour. It seemed to go on and
on forever, growing in intensity.
She found words coming from her mouth that she was ashamed of as she
begged him to stop.
“Please,” she sobbed, “I will tell you
everything. Please
s…stt…stop!” Her
pleas were broken by her sobs so that she was barely
coherent.
Quite suddenly the terrible pain stopped.
Ivanov had withdrawn from her.
Larra heard angry shouting in
Chinese. She recognized the
voice. It was Jia
Li.
“What are you doing! This
is not the way to treat prisoners.
I brought these two here under my
protection. You have no right
to treat them like this.”
Ivanov seemed stunned. “Who
let you in here! This room is
off limits to you and your men.”
Hastily he buttoned up his pants as his erection
wilted. He was looking down the
muzzle of Jia Li’s rifle.
“I let myself in,” Jia Li replied. “Release these
two.”
Ivanov hesitated, then thought better of
it. The look on the young Chinese
girl’s face plus the fact that she was backed up by five of her men
decided things in her favor.
Larra felt the manacles on her ankles being
removed. Willing hands helped
to her feet, but her arms were still handcuffed behind
her.
“The keys,” Jia Li said.
Ivanov reached into his pocket and tossed them to
her. In a few seconds Larra’s
hands were free. Too exhausted
from her ordeal to stand, she collapsed onto the table where she had been
raped.
Tabin also had been freed. He
too had suffered greatly. In
his rage to get free he had dislocated his left shoulder and torn the muscles
in his right arm. Had he not
been injured he would have ripped Ivanov apart with his bare
hands. As it was, he also was
too exhausted to stand.
Larra recovered first. Her bruised
breasts pained her considerably and her torn vagina felt so raw that she
could hardly move, but she steeled herself to ignore the
pain. Rape might be emotionally
terrible, but it was not totally
debilitating. In a few minutes
she was able to stand. She
immediately limped to Tabin, who was in anguish from his dislocated
shoulder. “Hold still, my
love,” she said, and then placing her foot on Tabin’s chest, she
grabbed his arm and pulled hard.
With an audible “pop” his shoulder snapped back into its
socket. Tabin endured the procedure
without any show of emotion. Rising
to his feet, he embraced Larra as best he could.
Larra turned to Jia Li.
“Thank you for what you have done, but unless you help us escape,
the Russians will torture us again as soon as you
leave.”
“I have considered that,” Jia Li
replied. “We will leave
this place together.”
Relieved, Larra walked over to Ivanov and removed his sidearm from its
holster. She pointed it directly
between his eyes. The Russian
commander went white. “You can’t shoot,” he said, “the
rest of my men will hear.”
“Maybe so, but you will be dead.
Now, I want you to do exactly as I
say. Do you
understand?”
Ivanov nodded. “Take off
your clothes and order your men to do the
same.”
Ivanov opened his mouth to protest.
With a loud click Larra pulled the hammer on the revolver back to
full cock. Hastily Ivanov began
to strip off his clothes. He
muttered an order to his two henchmen and they did the
same.
‘Now we can get some clothes that fit,” said
Larra. She tossed Ivanov’s
clothes to Tabin, who began to put them
on. Larra picked up the uniform
of the Russian soldier that was closest to her size and dressed herself in
it.
Jia Li watched all of these proceedings
quietly. She had rescued Larra
and Tabin, but she could not let them kill her allies no matter how despicable
they might be.
Larra turned to Jia Li. “I
know that you have taken a great risk to help
me. I will not compound your
difficulty by taking revenge on these
men. But we have to find a way
to keep them out of circulation for
awhile.”
“What do you suggest?” asked Jia Li.
“I have an idea,” said Larra, “if your men will help
me.” Jia Li nodded her
assent. She gave a few quick
orders to her men and they looked at Larra
expectantly. She was free to
order them as she saw fit. Larra
took two of the men aside and spoke to them
quietly. After she was finished
the two men sprang into action.
First they fastened the wrists of Ivanov and his henchmen behind them,
using their own handcuffs. Next
each man was securely gagged so that they could not do more than utter muffled
sounds. And finally hoods were
placed over their heads so that they could not be readily
identified. Larra then had the
three bound and almost naked Russians herded out of the room and back to
the stinking holding cell where she and Tabin had been
imprisoned. Ordering the men
inside to stand away from the door, they forced the three hooded men into
the cell and slammed the door shut.
“Now,” murmured
Larra, “We’ll see how
much they enjoy their own hospitality.”
Jia Li laughed. This mysterious
white woman had a sense of humor.
“Now we have to find a way out of here” said
Larra. “How many Russians
are in this camp and how do we get by
them?”
“There are about 250 men I think,” answered Jia Li, “But they
will not be expecting anyone to escape from this
building. Security here is rather
slack. I don’t think anyone
saw me come in. There wasn’t
even a guard at the door.”
Larra thought for a second. There
was something about the Russian character that might
help. “Is the vodka stored
in this building?”
“I suppose,” said Jia Li.
“Maybe in one of the other
rooms.”
“Where is the commandant’s
office? We should try
there.”
“It is on the floor above us, but there may be a guard
there.”
“You seem to have a pretty free run of the base,” said
Larra. “Do you suppose you
could check out the office and the other rooms that are
nearby?”
“I could try,” the Chinese girl said with
enthusiasm. “Wait a minute
and I will see what I can find.”
Jia Li returned in about two minutes.
“I found the vodka supply.
There was a guard, but he is sleeping right
now.” She smiled
mischievously.
Larra gave her a questioning look, but didn’t ask the obvious. “Now
all we have to do is get word that the vodka supply is unguarded and see
what happens.”
“I think I know how to do that,” Said Jia
Li. Taking two of her men aside
she spoke to them. They left
laughing. “We’ll see
if this works,” she said.
About five minutes later came the sound of very drunken singing - In
Mongol. The sound came from the
floor above and then slowly worked its way down the stairs and then
outside. Within minutes there
was the sound of many heavy feet stampeding up the
stairway.
“Now, we just wait,” said Jia Li.
Larra smiled and sat down beside Tabin.
She put her arms around him and rested her head on his chest, her
unbound hair flowing over her shoulders and down her
back. She was exhausted both
physically and emotionally and needed to rest up for the
escape. Tabin folded his arms
about her and held her tight.
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