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There was a movement outside her cell door and Larra was instantly alert. For several days now she had been left alone. Perhaps Schneider had been able to convince Moeller that if he wanted to get any information out of her he was going to have to make some attempt to keep her alive. Whatever the reason she had not been subjected to a repeat of the brutal gang rape that had left her barely conscious. Schneider had looked in on her one more time and then had not been in since. Apparently he was satisfied that she could get by without any more care from him.
Helga came in three times a day with her meals and then once more in the evening, to make sure she did not have any problems with her evening bath, but did not stay long and said even less. When Larra attempted to strike up a conversation she was told that Moeller had given orders that Helga not become friendly with the prisoner. Larra did not push the matter, not wishing to lose contact with the one sympathetic person she had in her prison.
The noise outside the door was unusual in that she did not think it was time for Helga to show up again. With little to do Larra had taken to going through a series of exercises and she had a pretty good idea of how long each routine took. It should only be about mid-morning and Helga was not due to show up with her mid-day meal for a few hours.
Her suspicions solidified when the door opened and the heavy tread of a man sounded on the stone floor, and were confirmed when Moeller’s spoke. “I’m glad to see that you have been exercising, and am equally glad to see that you have recovered from your little session. It verifies my theory about your extremely strong constitution. However, I am rambling a bit. I am here because I have brought you a few visitors. They will be staying close to you.”
Mystified, Larra waited in silence, her face turned toward the sound of Moeller’s voice. Then she heard a familiar voice. “Larra.”
Larra started. “Katie,” she gasped. Her stomach turned over. What was one of her oldest companions doing here? It could only be because she too had been captured. That realization gave her a jolt. She could endure Moeller’s abuse if it was aimed at her, but not if he threatened her friends.
“Larra,” Katie asked, her voice closer, “what have they done to you? My God. You can’t see!”
The agony in Katie’s voice wrenched at Larra’s gut. But there was also something else about it as well. Something that told her that all was not right with her companion of more than seventeen years.
“I’m alright,” she said. “Katie what…”
She was unable to finish asking what had been done to Katie because at that second she felt her friend’s arms around her. “I won’t cry in front of these bastards,” Katie whispered, her mouth just an inch from Larra’s ear. “Please just hug me.”
Larra did so realizing that from the sound of Katie’s sotto voce request her friend was close to breaking down. “I’m fine,” she said quietly. “Don’t worry about me.”
“Touching scene,” came Moeller’s sneering voice. “I’ll leave you ladies to get reacquainted, but don’t worry I won’t be going far.”
There was the sound of boots moving and the slamming of the heavy door. Larra did not have to be told that it was locked. She had investigated that and found that there was no way of opening it except from the outside.
Larra pushed herself back a little from Katie’s embrace. “Katie, what did they do to you?”
“They raped me, Larra.” In spite of the horror of that simple statement Katie’s voice was steady. “But I’ll be alright. But what did they do to you? Your eyes…”
“We’ve had some shared experiences,” Larra said. “But be careful how you talk. Don’t think for a second that we are not being listened to.”
Katie didn’t answer. Instead she took Larra’s arm and tugged her gently across the room. Larra knew where they were going and heard the door to the bathroom open. Katie led her to the tub and sat her on the edge. A few seconds later there was the sound of running water. “There that should give them a bit of a challenge,” Katie’s quiet voice said. Of all her close friends Katie was the most level-headed and least excitable. In spite of the horrors she had been though she was reacting with her usual self-assurance. “Now let’s exchange information.”
“Lisha and Ayashe?” Larra asked. “The situation just gets worse and worse. But at least the others are still out there. With any luck they will be on our trail and not get caught.” Larra had told her story first, leaving nothing out, not even the savage rape she had been subjected to. And now Katie had told the first part of her story. It was hardly good news, but she shut her mouth and let Katie finish her tale.
As Katie finished, Larra gave a sigh of frustration. “There isn’t much I can do in this condition. I’ll just leave it up to you and trust your judgment of the situation. But with four of us as their prisoners they are bound to turn up the heat. They’ll probably use you to get at me and vice versa. I’m not sure that we can hold out under that pressure.”
“I can take it,” Katie said. “And so can Lisha. But I’m worried about Ayashe. And I am really worried about how I will react if they threaten to torture or molest her in front of me.”
“I don’t think we can tell them anything,” Larra said, “no matter what they do. I’ve been holding back not because I think these fanatics are much of a threat to find the Lost World, but because I think if we tell them where it is then there may no reason to keep us alive. Or even worse they might keep us alive but decide they have other uses for us.”
Katie did not have to be told what the other uses might be. She had already experienced a sample of what would probably be expected from their captors. The sound of the door opening signaled a possible end to their little tête-à-tête.
That turned out to be accurate.
Moeller was back and he wasn’t particularly
happy. “Clever bitches with
that running water trick. Well,
you’ve been alone long
enough.” He changed his
tone a little and spoke to Larra.
“
The command was issued in a tone that left little doubt what would happen if Larra did not comply. Briefly she considered ignoring Moeller and making him force her to cooperate, but decided that would probably just get her beaten up or even worse he might use it as an excuse to turn on Katie. Her blind eyes staring straight ahead she removed her shirt and pants. She hadn’t been provided with any feminine under-things and so that was all she was wearing.
“Excellent. Your body appears to have returned to its physical perfection. Now you will follow me. I will led Miss Reddel act as your guide.”
Larra felt Katie take her arm. Although nude she acted as if she was fully dressed. It helped that she couldn’t see anyone around her although from the sound of the footsteps Moeller had brought an escort with him.
“How many?” she whispered as she was led out into the cool air of the corridor.
“Too many,” Katie said. “At least in our condition. And they still have Lisha and Ayashe somewhere.”
Larra gave up any hope of escape and allowed Katie to act as her escort through the castle. As they went Katie kept up a quiet running description. “We’re in a long corridor leading from the living quarters where you were kept. Your room seems to have been specially designed so that it can only be opened from the outside. There are no windows, just bare stone walls. Now we are coming to a flight of stairs going up. They are quite wide, but I will move you to one side so you can touch the wall.”
Larra counted the steps. Fifty, and then there was a level area. Obviously her quarters were deep in the castle. “Now,” Katie continued, “another corridor. This one has large windows on either side. I can see the ocean on the right and the other looks out onto another part of the castle. Just ahead there is another set of stairs. About twenty steps this time.”
Once again Larra counted the steps. Twenty two. “Now,” Katie said, “we are in a grand entryway and heading for a huge arched main door. The place is crawling with military types. It’s like being in a nest of vipers.”
“Heading through the door now. Watch your step. We’re outside and there is a big staircase going down to a main courtyard. It is full of men stripped to the waist. It looks like they have been going through some sort of calisthenics.”
“Enough chatter,” Moeller’s voice
interrupted. “Miss Reddel,
lead
Larra felt the sensation of wind and sunshine on her nude body and reflected that it was nice to get out of her underground room, but not if it meant she was going to be put on display for the entertainment of Moeller’s misguided minions.
Katie stopped and Larra with her.
“Now,
“Don’t worry about me, Larra,” Katie whispered as she let go of Larra’s arm. “I’ll be alright. Just do it.”
Larra stood in the warmth of the Chilean sunshine. For a few seconds she did nothing; then she took a deep breath. Alright, if her captors wanted a demonstration she would give it to them.
She began slowly, moving her finely toned body through a few simple warm-up exercises; stretching her limbs, and then she began to move through her kata. In spite of her blindness she was aware of the eyes of her audience upon her. She could hear the shuffling of feet and the occasional cough, and every now and then there was a murmured comment. But she ignored them and focused on what she was doing, gradually losing herself in the familiar movements.
She moved her body like a ballerina, every movement perfectly choreographed from a lifetime of practice. She went from routine to routine; her body warming and her mind deliberately shutting out external stimuli until she imagined herself alone performing her precise and graceful dance only for her own pleasure.
Katie watched Larra move through her ballet-like routine. She had seen it before, but never from this perspective. Larra seemed oblivious of the fact that she was being observed by dozens of healthy young males, all of whom were eying her with expressions of undisguised lust. Her nude and perfect body glistened with sweat, outlining every flawless muscle, and her face was calm and relaxed in a complete Zen-like expression. Her full and supple breasts quivered with every movement adding to the erotic grace of the performance and the muscles of her thighs and buttocks rippled in a sensual display that must have hardened the cock of every man watching. It was the most sexually arousing performance Katie had ever seen and she now fully understood Melissa’s attraction to Larra. She licked her lips without thinking as Larra approached the climax of her performance.
Larra ended suddenly in a flurry of quick moves and then stood rock still, her chest heaving. She seemed like a statue of Aphrodite come to life. For a few seconds there was stunned silence and then a murmur of appreciation rose from the men around her. Someone began to clap and then there was a roar from one of the men in the centre of the courtyard.
“Silence! Come to attention! You are soldiers, not gaping schoolboys.”
Then Moeller’s voice sounded.
“Bravo,
Larra came out of her final pose and stood quietly, saying
nothing. For some reason
her lack of response seemed to anger
Moeller. “Perhaps tonight
I will have you perform for me. I
can assure you that you will make a good deal more noise
then.” He turned to
Katie. “Thank you, Miss
Reddel. I will allow you to escort
Accompanied by several of Moeller’s henchmen, Katie guided Larra back to her room. At the door she was separated from her friend. “This way, cunt,” one of the men said. “You get your room and she gets hers.” As Katie was led away she saw the door close on Larra and then just a few yards down the hall another was opened for her. She was motioned into the room by the same man who had ordered her down the hall. “Make yourself comfortable, twat. Maybe tonight a few of us will pay you a visit.” The door slammed shut and Katie was alone.
Lisha finished exploring the room she had been placed in. It had taken her awhile to work her way out of the ropes that had been used to bind her wrists and arms and then untie Ayashe. Her captors had feared her so much that they had not taken any chances on removing her bonds, but had forced her into the room and left her to struggle out of them on her own. Her exploration of the room revealed that there was no way out except the door through which they had entered. She and Ayashe would just have to wait and see what was to come.
They didn’t have to wait long, but their first visitor caught them a little of guard. The door was opened and a middle-aged woman entered. She was carrying a tray of food. Outside there was a squad of guards, their weapons trained on the door. Lisha and Ayashe made not the slightest attempt to escape. “Hyenas,” Lisha said. “They hide behind their coward’s weapons and their numbers.”
“Unfortunately they have us in their power,” Ayashe said, “but we will escape.”
“Vengeance first,” Lisha said. “And we take Larra and Katie with us.”
“Yes,” Ayashe agreed. Then her eyes went to the woman who had entered the room and who was eyeing Lisha nervously. “Thank you,” she said. “Just set it down. We won’t hurt you.”
The woman nodded her appreciation of that comment, but kept an eye on Lisha as she set the tray down and backed out of the room. The door closed and the bolt was shot home. Ayashe uncovered the food. Lisha sniffed at it like a dog. “Seems good,” she said.
Ayashe nodded agreement. There seemed little point in not eating. If the food was drugged they would have to go hungry, but they could only starve themselves for so long. Eventually they would have to give in whether the food was drugged on not. And their captors seemed to have no motive to drug them. If they had wanted them unconscious they could have done it on the ship.
They ate, visited the bathroom, and waited. Since there was not much to do they also slept on the two beds in the room. Since the lights in the room were never turned off they soon lost track of time, but guessed from the type of food that was brought to them next that it was morning. They ate again, and then waited.
About an hour later the door opened again and the serving woman entered. “You are vanted,” she said, in heavily accented English, pointing a shaking finger at Ayashe.
“Then I go as well,” Lisha said, towering over the tiny woman.
“It is alright, Lisha,” Ayashe said, her eyes flickering to the heavily armed guards at the door. “I will go.”
“Not go without me,” Lisha insisted. She picked up a chair and shattered it. Holding a chair leg in each hand she prepared to defend herself.
One of the guards; a man a little braver than the rest, stepped forward. “We’ll shoot you if we have to,” he said, pointing a submachine gun at Lisha.
The tall African didn’t even flinch, but Ayashe interposed herself between the guards and Lisha. “You can’t help me or Larra or Katie if you are dead. I’ll be alright. Make sure you stay strong to help me.”
Glowering, Lisha stepped back, knowing that Ayashe was right. She hated guns. As far as she was concerned they were simply a means of making weak people strong, but she could not deny that they were a great equalizer in battle. Helplessly, she watched Ayashe depart, vowing the most brutal vengeance if anything happened to her friend.
Ayashe found herself surrounded by the members of her escort. They were laughing and joking in German, a language that she had little knowledge of, but by the way they were looking at her she knew that most of the comments were probably sexual and she was sweating a little by the time she reached their destination. She entered a fairly large room that was full of what looked like athletic equipment. Then she noticed that some of the machines in the room seemed to have a more sinister use than mere exercise. She shuddered as she realized that many of the machines were probably used for purposes of torture.
“Ah, the Indian maid,” one of the men said, stepping forward. Ayashe took an instant dislike to him, and not just because of his comment. He was tall, blue-eyed, blond-haired and had a dueling scar on his left cheek. But it was his thin sneering lips and the arrogant tilt of his head that she found so abhorrent.
“Well, princess,” the man continued in English, “you are a beauty. Which makes what I am going to do all the more pleasant.”
Ayashe swallowed. The man’s hints were none too subtle, and the instruments of torture in the room had her sweating in fear, but she kept her face impassive, her Métis features betraying nothing, in spite of the wild beating of her heart. “What do you want of me?” she asked, more to mask her fear.
“You will see soon, princess. As a matter of fact I think the key element in your being here is just arriving.”
Ayashe looked in the direction of his gaze and her dark eyes went wide. A woman dressed in olive drab fatigues stood in the doorway. “Larra,” she gasped, the words out before she realized she was even speaking.
Larra’s eyes widened and she turned her head toward Ayashe, but there seemed to be something wrong. Her eyes did not appear to be focusing. It took her only a moment to realize the awful truth. Larra couldn’t see. She had been blinded. It took all of Ayashe’s self-control not to show her horror at what had been done to her friend and leader.
“
Larra said nothing, but her lips assumed a thin hard line. Her sightless eyes stared straight ahead.
“I am surprised that you do not greet one another,” the man said. “Surely you must be glad to be reunited.”
“Harm her and you will never get anything from me, Moeller,” Larra threatened.
“On the contrary,” Moeller replied. “I think it is only by harming her that I will get anything out of you. I am offering you one more chance. Tell me what I want to know or listen to your friend while I enjoy her.”
Ayashe’s gut clenched at these words, but she showed not the slightest
emotion. However, she was far
from accepting of her fate. So far her captors had underestimated her, seeing
her simply as the little Indian girl, no doubt believing her to be the
stereotypical docile squaw. But
she was hardly that. She had
killed her first man at the age of fifteen when coming to Larra’s aid
during her adventure in the
She targeted the men next to her first and then went after Moeller. She took out the first by introducing her elbow to his midriff. And the second by driving her knee between his legs. She held nothing back, putting all of her 130 pounds into each blow and the cries of pain from the two injured men were most rewarding.
However, the small amount of time it took to cross the floor toward Moeller gave him time to react, and he reacted in a manner she had not anticipated. She expected him to retreat, but instead he seized Larra, and twisting her arm neatly behind her, shoved her forward, forcing Ayashe to come to a stumbling halt.
In spite of the blindness, Larra recovered quickly, but Ayashe’s attack was disrupted, giving several more of Moeller’s men a chance to get into the fray. They came at her from all sides attempting to overwhelm her with sheer force of numbers.
However, the chaos of battle was not something with which Ayashe was unfamiliar. Under Larra’s guidance she had trained in melee as well as individual combat. She regained her balance, ducked under the first man and used his momentum to slam him into another of her attackers. Then she side-stepped another man, tripping him up as he lumbered past her before whirling to face her next opponent.
This time she was just a little too late. The man swung at her, and although she blocked his blow she had to step back to avoid still another attacker. She backed straight into still another assailant who clamped his arms about her torso, pinning her arms to her sides.
She stamped down hard, intending to shatter the man’s instep, but he was literally one step ahead of her. He lifted her from the floor leaving her dangling and in that moment several other men arrived and added their strength to that of her captor. They seized her arms and legs and carried her kicking and struggling across the room.
“I see,” Moeller said, as the struggling woman was held for him, “that it does not pay to underestimate you. I hope you move you ass as quickly under me as you did just now in trying to escape.”
“I wasn’t trying to escape,” Ayashe thought. She had known before she began her desperate attack that escape was impossible. But she wasn’t going to let the gloating Nazi threaten and torment Larra without attempting to take a shot at him. The fact that she had failed to knock the smirk off the bastard’s face did not mean that she regretted trying. However, she now suspected that she faced an extra measure of punishment for her rash actions, an assumption that was verified as soon as she was brought close to Moeller.
She was held by two men, her arms twisted behind her back so that she was forced to bend forward. It was a position that rendered her helpless, a situation that a coward of Moeller’s stature could not ignore. He slapped her face, hard, snapping her head back and then while she was still reeling from the blow, tore open her shirt.
Ayashe struggled as Moeller ripped off her brassiere, exposing her breasts. “Very pretty,” he muttered, his fingers straying to her small brown nipples. Ayashe tried to hold back a gasp of pain as he twisted them, but failed. Moeller smiled and directed his comment toward Larra. “This is going to be fun. I hope you enjoy listening while I fuck the squaw.”
“Over there,” Moeller ordered. The men holding her force-walked Ayashe over to an exercise bench. Still holding her arms they forced her onto her back and held her down while Moeller watched. He stepped forward and methodically pulled off first one boot and then the next. Ayashe tried to kick him away, but he methodically pulled off each of her socks and then, loosening her belt, pulled down her trousers.
Ayashe’s thin panties barely concealed the treasure that lay beneath; however, Moeller did not remove them right away, preferring to play with her a little first. He straddled the bench between her legs, and ran his fingers slowly up the inside of her beautifully rounded thighs. Helpless, Ayashe tried to hold herself still, but could not help the trembling of her body as Moeller slowly stroked her inner thighs, working his way slowly toward the barely concealed dark triangle between her legs.
He edged his fingers beneath the leg band of her panties and slid them higher, fingering the lips of her vulva. Stretching her panties he probed the entrance of her vagina. Let’s see how many fingers I can get in there,” Moeller murmured. He pushed one, then two, and then tried for three. “I think three might fit,” he grinned, but I don’t want to loosen you up too much. I’ll do that with my cock.”
Ayashe strained against the men who held her, her breathing quickening as Moeller violated her. Moeller’s fingers hurt, but she kept her face impassive, only her quickening breathing and the heaving of her chest showing her fear. She had to be brave, for Larra’s sake if nothing else. Moeller was using her to break Larra and she would not give him the satisfaction of breaking her.
She tried to remain calm as he tore off her panties and stood up to remove his trousers. It was a terrifying situation. She was surrounded by almost a dozen leering men. Held down by two of them she could only watch as Moeller dropped his trousers and prepared to rape her. She tried not to think about the fact that her ordeal might not end with just one rape, and then Moeller was between her thighs, his erect phallus bobbing between his legs, the meaty tip, glistening with a drop of semen.
Her vagina clenched as Moeller gripped her thighs. She tried to prevent him from lifting and spreading her legs, but he laughed, his strength overpowering her. “Now we’ll see if you fuck as well as you fight.”
Ayashe held her breath as Moeller forced his way into her, holding back the whimper that tried to force its way past her lips. Moeller thrust hard, trying to hurt her as he jammed his thick shaft into her. She almost screamed at the sudden pain. Shame swept over her as Moeller used his weight to enter her, in spite of the fact that nothing she could have done would have prevented this brutal humiliation.
She grunted with pain as his hands found her breasts, pinching her nipples and kneading the supple flesh. “Tight little bitch,” Moeller grunted. He shifted his grip, lifting Ayashe’s legs over his shoulders so that he could grip her thighs and pull himself into her.
Ayashe panted in pain as his manhood drove deep into her. She squirmed trying somehow to twist away from Moeller’s invading shaft, her breath coming in quick gasps. The other men on the room crowded around her. She knew that they were doing more than just enjoying the show. They were waiting for their turn, a thought that made her ordeal even more horrible.
Her laboured breathing was clear evidence of her suffering. But she managed not to cry out as Moeller raped her. Even when he took her nipples in his mouth and left the marks of his teeth on her breasts she only whimpered a little holding back the scream that was halfway up her throat.
Larra listened in silence as Ayashe was raped. Although the Métis girl stoically endured the ordeal Larra could hear every suppressed grunt and groan; and every exclamation of pleasure from Moeller as the odour of sex assailed her nostrils.
Ayashe’s suffering was intended to break her, to force her to tell Moeller what he wanted to know, and it very nearly did, especially when the Nazi leader finished and the second man took Ayashe. Larra almost wept as Ayashe’s laboured breathing grew harsher. The girl’s pain and mental anguish battered at her resolve, but she held firm, knowing there was little choice.
“You could end this you know,” Moeller’s voice sounded in her ear. “All you have to do it tell me the location of the Lost World and the mysterious substance that gives you and your companions such remarkable powers of recovery.”
Larra held her tongue, although it took all of her self-control to do so. Moeller was almost certainly lying. She and her companions would be dead soon after she told him what he wanted to know. But first, they would be gang-raped until they were barely alive. Only by holding out was there the slightest hope of protecting her friends. A few feet away Ayashe cried out suddenly as one of the men fucking her did something particularly painful. The girl was panting, every breath strained as her savage ordeal continued. The sucking slapping sounds as her violator slammed his body against hers filled her with absolute disgust.
Larra swallowed. “Alright,” she said, “I’ll tell you.”
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