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Larra’s head felt as if it was strapped
in a vise. She attempted to get
up and was almost overwhelmed by the flashes of pain that shot through her
skull. She moaned and tried to
rub the back of her head with her left
hand. There was something holding
her arms. Groggily, she opened
her eyes. The first thing she
saw was a dark-skinned foot. She
tried to raise her head and then powerful hands seized her arms and pulled
her into a kneeling position. Larra
would have keeled over if she had not been held
up. She tried to move her arms
again. She could
not. Gradually, as her head cleared
she became aware of the fact that she was securely
bound.
A three-foot wooden staff had been placed
in the small of her back and her elbows had been bent around it so that her
wrists could be pulled to the front by a rope tied across her
belly. To prevent her from slipping
the wooden staff out an additional bond secured her elbows and upper arms
to the staff. The result was
to make her back arch and thrust out her gorgeous
chest. Somehow during or after
the battle with the black warriors her blouse had been torn
open. Now her firm, beautiful
breasts were completely exposed, her soft pink nipples hardening slightly
in the morning air.
Seeing that she was completely awake, the
warrior on either side of her grabbed the end of the wooden staff and used
it to haul her to her feet. She
was then jerked along behind the warriors as they moved off by a rope tied
securely around her neck. Forced
along by the pull of the rope Larra staggered down the path, trying to keep
up. Several times she fell, but
each time was jerked roughly to her feet.
Fortunately, their progress was not too
rapid. This was due to the fact
that the warrior whose knee she had damaged could only move slowly, limping
painfully at the rear. Still,
for the exhausted Larra, this march through the rainforest was another brutal
ordeal. Soon her burning body
was once again dripping with sweat.
It poured down her forehead and into her eyes, blinding
her. It formed rivulets across
her chest and dripped from her exposed
nipples. She was dirty, hungry,
desperate for water, and aching from the ordeal of the last two
days. In addition, she was completely
helpless and in the power of strange men who were taking her to some unknown
destination.
Unexpectedly, the forest opened
up. Before her the almost fainting
Larra dimly saw a palisade. It
appeared to be a large African village.
As she was dragged through the gates she found herself surrounded
by a horde of poking, grabbing black
humanity. It seemed that everyone
in the village wanted to touch her and to pull at her hair and clothes, almost
as if the villagers did not believe she was
real. Pressed by people form
all sides Larra found herself staggering.
Suddenly, through the crowd, she thought she spied a familiar
face. Was it
Tipu? The crowd whirled her closer
and she saw that it was. Then
there was a slight parting and she beheld Tipu’s head stuck on a
pole! And beside it was another
head, that of Alfred, her head porter, and then the head of another porter
and another. Her horror deepened
as she stared wide-eyed at the head of her maidservant,
Nancy. Then a wave of darkness
washed over her and then she knew nothing.
When Larra awoke, she felt comfortably
cool. She seemed to be in someplace
dark. Someone seemed to be caressing
her body. Suddenly, she was
wide-awake. She tried to get
up but found that she could not move.
Her arms were pinioned at the
elbows. As she struggled to rise
she determined that a metal shackle had been placed around each of her arms,
just above the elbow. Each shackle
was connected by a short length of chain so that her elbows were pulled
together. Although each shackle
fitted her arms only loosely, a second chain ran from the center of the first
chain to a leather collar around her
neck. This left her unable to
move her arms freely enough to get out of the
manacles. Although it left her
hands free her elbows were pulled tightly toward the center of her back,
thrusting her breasts forward and making it difficult to
breathe. She struggled for a
few seconds and then realizing the futility of the situation she stopped
and remained still. By this time
she was able to determine that the gentle caressing that had shocked her
into wakefulness was the touch of a damp cloth as it was passed over her
body. She was being washed by
a black woman.
Her eyes had now adjusted to the dark and
she was able to determine that she was inside a native hut. The wall seemed
composed of the usual wattle and daub and the floor was of packed
earth. She was lying on a bed
of straw covered by a sheet of cotton
cloth. Once again she attempted
to get up. The black woman put
down her cloth and helped her into a kneeling
position. She felt her long glorious
hair trailing down her back.
Someone had undone her braid and had combed out her splendid
mane. Now that she was in a more
upright position she realized with a flicker of fear that she was completely
naked except for her bonds. Her
magnificent bosom heaved, her large, rounded breasts quivering slightly as
she tried to shift into a more comfortable position.
She found herself breathing quite
heavily. She was panting like
a dog as she strained to suck in air.
She forced herself to slow her breathing, using her karate training
to exercise control over her body.
The black woman, who was almost as naked as she was, held a gourd
up to Larra’s lips. Larra
drank greedily. She was quite
dehydrated. She emptied the gourd
and then emptied it again after the woman refilled
it. The third gourd she was offered
was filled with something other than
water. It tasted, she thought
like warm milk, and she remembered that a staple food of many of the African
people in this region was milk mixed with cow’s
blood. Cow’s
blood! Was that what she had
just drunk? She didn’t care;
she needed food to help rebuild her
strength. Somehow she had to
escape.
With a shudder she thought of the horrors
she had seen in the village courtyard.
Poor
Right now though, it didn’t look like
she was going anywhere. First
she had to escape from her current predicament, provided she could
escape. She had not yet been
killed. What did her captors
have in store for her?
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