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Larra’s
Mayan Adventure
Chapter
6 Katie’s Ordeal
Marched down the canyon by the three Germans, Katie realized that
they were almost back to the water obstacle the three women had swung across.
She saw that the Germans had found a better way to cross the roaring stream.
They had pulled down the log that Larra had looped her rope around and dragged
it across the stream. It now formed a sturdy bridge about two feet wide.
It would be a snap to cross over the stream now.
The first of her escorts set foot on the bridge. Katie followed him. A plan
was forming in her mind. The two other men followed right behind. Halfway
across Katie whirled around and catching the man behind her completely off
guard, pushed him into the man behind him. With a surprised yell both men
lost their footing and plunged into the torrent below. They were instantly
swept away, yelling mightily for help as the rushing water carried them
downstream. The man in front of Katie spun around, but by then Katie was
off the log and running back up the canyon. Behind her she heard a scream
of rage.
"You bitch," the man swore in heavily accented English, "you’ve killed
Franz and Dieter!"
Katie kept running, aware as she did so that she had not thought her escape
through carefully enough. Where was she running? All that waited for her
farther up the canyon was Schroeder and the rest of his men. There would
be no escape there. She should have tried to deal with the last man while
she was on the bridge. Larra had trained her and Amy in martial arts skills.
She probably could have handled a single adversary. Katie glanced back over
her shoulder. With a shock she saw that there was
not one, but five men running toward her. There must have been some more
of Schroeder’s men on the other side of the log bridge. But she had
made her decision; it was too late to run away. Katie turned to face her
pursuers.
The first German did not slow as he approached her. He was a fairly heavyset
man, with dark hair and a scowling unshaven visage. His intent was simply
to bowl her over. All he saw before him was a weak unarmed female, and he
was filled with rage at what she had done to his comrades. Katie used his
momentum against him. As he reached out to tackle her she grabbed his sleeve,
pivoted, and tossed him over her hip. His speed was such that the astonished
man flew over her in a high arc. Maintaining her hold on his sleeve, Katie
forced him to come down hard. He hit the ground with an ugly thud. There
was an audible "whoosh" as the air was expelled from his lungs. The man gasped
for air, desperately trying to get his breath. Katie saw that he was hors
de combat for at least a few seconds and turned to face the next man.
The four other men rushing toward her had crossed the log single file. This
had resulted in their becoming strung out so that each was about twenty feet
from the other. Katie moved away from the next man, moving closer to the
canyon wall. If she could find a place where she could not be surrounded
she would have a better chance.
The next man interpreted her movement as fear and speeded up to prevent her
escape. This man was quite tall and slender, standing over six feet. As he
closed with her, Katie again used her opponent’s impetuosity against
him. Seizing his outstretched right arm she pulled his body in toward her
and spun on her heel, swinging his body in arc around her, and then leaned
away from him to increase his speed. Off balance, the tall man smashed at
full speed into the canyon wall. With Katie holding on to his arm, he was
unable to protect himself from the rock surface. With a sharp cry of pain,
he crumpled into a heap, knocked senseless.
By now the other three men were upon her, but their techniques were quite
different from those of the first two. They had learned from their
comrades’ mistakes. The man closest to her adopted a boxing stance.
Katie could tell from the way he moved that he had probably had some training
in that skill. Cautiously, the man approached her. He was a little shorter
that Katie’s five foot eight inches, but very powerfully built. As he
closed with her his left hand flicked out in a jab, his right hand held back
for a knockout blow. Katie moved back, crouched low in a defensive stance,
looking for an opening. She noticed that the other two men were attempting
to move in on her from opposite sides.
Her back to the canyon wall, she faced the boxer in front and warily watched
the other two men closing in from her left and right. The boxer jabbed at
her jaw. Katie blocked the blow with her right forearm and aimed a kick at
her opponent’s abdomen. The boxer leaped back just in time, and her
strike, intended to cripple him stuck only empty air. The man to her right
chose this time to come at her, hoping to catch her off-balance, but Katie
was too fast. She retracted her extended right leg and struck with it again
in a side-kick. It caught the man on her right just under his rib cage and
it knocked the wind out of him, but now Katie sensed the man on her left
surging toward her. Pulling back her right leg, she shifted her weight onto
it so that her body moved away from the German as he attempted to tackle
her. His attack found only empty air, but now the boxer was back again.
The boxer’s more controlled attack proved deadly. Katie saw the punch
only at the last second. Had she received its full force, she would have
been knocked senseless. As it was, she jerked her head back at the last instant
and he connected only with a grazing blow. It was enough, however, to disrupt
the rhythm of her defense and the boxer followed up his first success with
a combination of punches that Kate was not able to fend off. A right hand
caught her on the temple, snapping her head back. In desperation she lashed
out with a series of front kicks, catching the boxer in the groin and doubling
him up. But now Katie was under attack again from the remaining men, who
had been joined by the heavyset man that Katie had tossed over her head.
He had recovered from his winding and now he waded into her.
This time Katie was not able to evade the blows. A left hand struck her in
the stomach. Katie doubled up in intense pain, the
blow had struck just over her ovaries. Unable to defend herself she felt
hands seize her from both sides. Her arms were twisted behind her back, forcing
her to bend forward. "Now we have you, you American bitch!" said the heavyset
man. Open-handed he slapped her face, first with his right hand, and then
with his left.
"Aahh!!
Uuhhh!" Katie cried. The force of the blows took
all of the fight out of her, and she slumped in the arms of her captors.
The teeth on both sides of her mouth had been loosened and blood poured down
from her bleeding gums. Her pouting lower lip had been split open by the
force of the first slap and blood oozed down her chin.
Now all five men surrounded her. Seeing that she was helpless, they
moved to secure their prize. "Use the sash to tie her Werner," said one of
the men holding her arms. Katie was resting on her knees, held there by the
two men gripping her arms. Werner, the heavyset man who had slapped her,
undid the scarlet sash encircling her waist. As he did so, Katie felt the
men on either side of her unbuttoning her shirt. Too dazed to resist, Katie
did not even protest as her upper garment was pulled over her arms and tossed
on the ground, leaving her torso covered only with a thin undershirt.
Werner handed the sash to the men holding Katie’s arms. They wrapped
the sash around each of her upper arms, forcing them painfully toward the
small of her back.
"Oohhh!" Katie cried. A sharp pain cut through
her upper body as her arms were forced back into the unnatural position.
The pain yanked Katie back into full consciousness. She was aware that the
pinioning of her arms had thrust her impressive breasts farther out in front
of her. "You bastards," she protested. "What are you doing?" Her only reply
was a round of cruel laughter.
"Let me go you sons of bitches," Katie spat. She attempted to get
to her feet, but the men on either side of her easily held her in a crouched
position.
Werner pulled a knife from a sheath at his hip. Reaching out with his left
hand he grabbed the front of her flimsy vest. Even in her fear, Katie noticed
the swastika emblem on the hilt of the dagger. Katie tried to squirm away
from the sharp blade as it moved closer to her breast. Horrible thoughts
as to what Werner might do raced through her mind. "Release me, I’m
an American citizen," Katie protested.
Werner laughed, harshly. "Release you? You just killed two of my men. Schroeder
wants you alive, but I am going to teach you a lesson." Bunching her vest
in his hand, Werner slashed with the knife, slicing the thin fabric in half.
Two more cuts and her shredded undershirt was pulled from her body. Now only
her brassiere covered her torso.
Werner whistled appreciatively, as he stared at her barely concealed breasts.
"We have a real Amazon here, boys. Let’s see what those tits look
like."
He slid the knife under each of the shoulder straps of her bra, cutting through
them in an instant. At the same time one of the other men unclipped the fastening
behind her back and the brassiere was pulled from her body.
"Oh
God!" Katie moaned.
"You can’t do this."
The five men stared at her naked torso in quiet admiration. The sight
of Katie’s magnificent breasts temporarily took their breath away. As
Katie struggled in the grip of the men who held her, her melon-sized breasts
quivered slightly. Her breasts were huge, but incredibly firm, rivaling those
of a fourteen-year-old.
Werner reached out and took one breast in each hand, squeezing hard. Katie
gritted her teeth, she did not wish to quail before
these men. "Give these a feel," Werner exclaimed. "I’ve never felt anything
like them."
The other men crowded
in, fondling and pinching her shuddering
demigolobes.
Katie almost cried out, but stifled a scream.
"Bring her over here!" Werner shouted pointing to a large flat rock.
Katie was dragged to her feet and hauled kicking and struggling toward the
boulder.
"What," she wondered, "were they going to do?"
She soon found out. Still holding her arms, the men forced Katie on to the
top of the boulder. Then Werner climbed on top of her, straddling her and
lowering himself so that her lithe legs were pinned under him. Unable to
move Katie stared in horror, as Werner unbuckled her belt and then began
to unbutton her pants. "No," she protested,
"No,
No!"
"Oh yes, yes!" exulted Werner. Then turning his head he ordered: "Remove
her boots."
Katie felt her laces being undone. "Use the laces to tie her wrists," said
Werner.
Katie’s boots were removed and two of the other men moved in behind
her. She felt her already painfully bound arms being pulled even farther
behind her, as her wrists were tied with her own bootlaces. Gasping in pain,
she could only watch helplessly as Werner pulled her trousers down and off
her legs, leaving her completely naked except for a pair of lacy panties.
Her blonde pubic mound could now be clearly seen through the thin material.
Katie redoubled her efforts to break free, but she was as helpless as a
kitten.
"Now," said Werner, "for the complete unveiling. Hold her
legs."
Two of the remaining men seized hold of the ankles of Katie’s kicking
legs. With a feeling of utter despair, Katie writhed as her legs were pulled
apart.
Werner positioned himself between her parted thighs. Slowly and teasingly
he began to run his hands over her body. He started with her shoulders, caressing
her smooth white skin. "This bitch has better muscle tone than most men!"
Werner exclaimed.
Katie shuddered under his touch. She was completely humiliated. She had never
thought that she would ever be treated like this. "Get off me you bastard!"
she hissed.
Werner just laughed. Bending his head, he took the perfect pink nipple of
her left breast between his teeth and bit down slightly. Katie felt a terrible
twinge of pain shoot through the tip of her breast. With a sharp cry she
bucked her body attempting to dump Werner off, but her struggles only served
to excite the much heavier man. Werner covered her areola with his mouth
and sucked hard, so hard that the blood was drawn to the tip of her nipple.
Tears of frustration and fear flowed from Katie’s bright blue eyes.
"Now we have you, Fraulein," commented Werner, noticing her
distress.
"Help me out boys," said Werner, turning to his men.
The other four men closed in and Katie suffered the mortification of having
her body fondled, pinched, and squeezed by five pairs of hands. She began
to scream in shame and rage, struggling violently.
Werner slapped the howling woman violently. "Put a gag in her mouth," he
ordered.
The tall, blonde German ripped Katie’s undershirt into two pieces. Stuffing
one part of the sweat-soaked rag into her mouth, he used the other piece
to tie it in place. Katie’s screams died to
muffled whimpers.
"Time to open her up," said Werner. While the others continued to fondle
and squeeze Katie’s body, he took the waistband of her underpants in
his hands and tore them from her loins. Katie’s body bucked at this
new aspect of vulnerability, dreading what was to come next.
Werner cupped Katie’s blonde mound of Venus, rubbing it gently. Underneath
her gag Katie moaned in protest, arching her back in an attempt to move away
from Werner’s touch. Werner used his middle finger to push apart
Katie’s labia and inserted his finger into her vagina.
"Ahhh! he exclaimed, "We
have a tight one here!"
Ignoring Katie’s muffled cries of protest, Werner pushed his finger
deeper. "A virgin!" he exulted, "We have a virgin!" His finger had come to
a halt against Katie’s taut hymen. The very thought of deflowering such
a gorgeous women brought him to full arousal.
Frantically, Werner began to unbutton his pants. Ripping them down, he dropped
his shorts revealing his massive erection. The sight sent a thrill of fear
through Katie. It was not possible that such a huge member could fit into
her. The scent of his maleness was strong in her nostrils, filing her with
a dread like she had never felt before.
"Mmmmpppphhhhh!!" Katie strained at her bonds, her muffled
cries of horror and apprehension carrying down the canyon. Werner reached
behind her, steadying her thrashing body by seizing her muscular buttocks
in his hands. Tears of shame, rage and frustration flowed from Katie’s
eyes in an uncontrollable stream. "Nooo!" she thought, "This could not be
happening." It was like some sort of bad dream.
Katie felt the glans of Werner’s dripping penis rubbing against
her labia, forcing them apart. She redoubled her efforts, heaving her
sweat-bathed body in a hopeless attempt to prevent Werner from penetrating
her. Her actions had the opposite effect. Since Werner had a firm hold of
her shapely rear her actions served to push his large phallus into her. Werner
aided the action by pulling hard with his arms.
"Mmmpppphhhh,"
Katie’s suppressed scream announced the fact that Werner had pierced
her to a depth of three inches. He withdrew slightly and pumped into her
again, sliding in and out of her tight vagina. Pulling hard on her derriere,
Werner attempted to enter even deeper. He found that he had to push with
all his might; Katie was the tightest woman he had ever entered.
"God!" Werner groaned, "You’re such a tight
bitch. I need to loosen you up."
Werner withdrew and hitched up his pants. Opening his pack, he pulled
out a small bottle of Schnapps. "How about a drink boys?" he said tossing
the bottle to one of the men.
The men holding Katie temporarily released her as they passed the bottle
around. She tried to roll off the slab, but Werner placed a hand over her
breast holding her down. "No, no," he said "I’m not finished
yet."
Receiving the bottle back from the last man, Werner drained the last of the
Schnapps himself. Then pushing Katie back down of the slab, he held the bottle
to her vulva.
"Mmmppphhhh!!!" Under her gag, Katie screamed
in horror at what was to come.
Using his weight to hold her in place and forcing her legs apart with his
knees, Werner slowly pushed the neck of the three-inch diameter bottle into
her vagina. Katie writhed and shrieked in terrible pain as the glass object
was thrust slowly into her. Nothing in her young life had ever prepared her
for so terrible an experience. Her massive breasts heaved and quivered as
she sobbed in dreadful agony.
Werner did not stop his bottle torture until he had pushed it all the way
into her ravaged vagina, then he withdrew it. "That should loosen you up,"
he jibed.
Dropping his pants again, Werner inserted his penis once more into the now
exhausted woman. Katie was too spent to fight back. Her loins were wracked
with a pain that she had thought unimaginable. Werner now found that penetration
was easy. His large organ still found her pleasantly tight, but loose enough
that he was able to push deep within her. "Remove the gag," ordered Werner,
"I want to hear her beg for mercy."
The strip of cloth was pulled from Katie’s mouth, but she was too
demoralized and exhausted to scream. Instead, only a low groan escaped her
bruised lips, followed by quiet but steady sobbing.
Werner pumped into her furiously. "Do you want me to stop bitch?" he taunted,
"Just say the word and I’ll finish."
"Y...Y…Y…Yes" Katie stammered. Her spirit had been shattered. She
was ready to promise anything to end this ordeal.
Werner pumped harder. With a flurry of deep quick thrusts he reached orgasm
and ejaculated into her. His humiliation of the blonde beauty was complete.
"Say please," he commanded as he finished.
"P…P…Please stop…Please stop," cried Katie, weeping
uncontrollably.
"As you wish," replied Werner, pulling out of her. "Boys," he said, "It’s
your turn."
"Noooo,
Nooooo!"
begged Katie as Werner’s comrades seized her. A few seconds later she
let out another piercing scream as the next man began to rape
her.
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