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“God, I’m getting tired of this,”
thought Larra. She was no longer
being carried, but was being prodded forward by her
captors. Her head still pounded
like a drum, and she was still tightly
bound. Fortunately her captors
had taken no interest in her other than making sure that she could not
escape. She now was able to get
a very good look at them.
They were all dark-skinned, but not as dark
as sub-Saharan Africans. They
appeared to be of mixed race and had skin that was brown rather than
black. All of them wore leather
armour reinforced with iron rings sewn across the shoulders and down the
chest. Leather kilts extended
halfway to their knees and leather sandals covered their
feet. Each man carried a short
sword, a spear, and a rectangular cow hide
shield. For the most part they
were unadorned except for one man who wore two gold bands just above each
elbow. Larra judged him to be
the leader.
They were no longer moving through the maze
of tunnels where she had first been
captured. Instead they had exited
into a narrow defile which wound through almost sheer rock walls that were
so high that sunlight only rarely reached the
bottom.
“Marvelously easy to defend,” Larra
thought. A half dozen men could
hold up an army in such a bottleneck.
The butt of a spear in her back nudged her
forward. So far her captors had
not laid a hand on her, but she was getting quite fed up with being forced
forward with her hands bound behind her
back. “First the Italians
and now these people,” she thought.
She wondered who they were.
They were dressed like warriors from a historical era that had disappeared
more than two thousand years ago.
More importantly what did they want of
her? She was entirely at their
mercy. So far they had not molested
her, but she could not be sure that would last very
long. Perhaps when they had reached
the place they were taking her they might…
She
shuddered. Best not to think
of that. It was more impotent
to keep her mind on what was going on around her than to let her fear get
the best of her. Her eyes widened
a little. Just ahead of her the
narrow canyon had changed. The
natural rock had given way to meticulously worked
stone. A minute more and the
narrow gallery they were passing though ended in a heavy wooden
door. Here the narrow defile
had been completely covered over.
Arrow slits in a stone tower covered all access to the
door. As they approached, however,
the door swung open, pushed aside by two other dark-skinned
soldiers. The leader of her escort
exchanged words with one of the men by the door and then they were allowed
to proceed.
Beyond the door, Larra found that she was
in a dark stone corridor, lit only by flickering
torches. The prick of a spear
point in her back told her to move
forward. She did so, almost stumbling
due to the awkward position of her arms.
She and her guards marched down the corridor for a considerable distance
before coming to another door. This
too was guarded, but as before they were allowed to
pass. Now, however they began
to descend a long flight of stairs.
Down and down they went until they finally came to another long dark
corridor. Here there was no light
at all and one of her captors picked up the last
torch. She was marched down the
corridor to another wooden door that was closed by a heavy iron
bolt. The bolt was drawn back
and she was pushed into the dark room.
The door slammed shut behind her and she was left in total
darkness.
The sound of the bolt being thrown into place
told Larra that she had reached her
destination. Escape from such
a place would be difficult if not
impossible. Slowly, in the complete
darkness, she explored her place of
confinement. She found that it
was totally devoid of any furniture.
There was not even any straw for her to lie on, just a cold stone
floor. She wondered what her
captors had in store for her. She
doubted that they intended to keep her in the cell forever without food or
water. That wouldn’t make
any sense. If they had wanted
to kill her they could have done it much more quickly when they had ambushed
her. In that case someone
would most likely return to the cell, and when they did, Larra wanted to
give them a warm welcome. Tensing
her muscles she began to work on her bonds.
It took her a long time, but bit by bit she
was able to work the ropes free. It
was simply a matter of stretching and
straining. Eventually she worked
one loop free and then it was relatively easy to throw off the rest of the
ropes. Then she sat down to
wait. Sooner or later someone
would open the cell door and when they did they would find a very angry
Now for the
redhead. Mudada judged her easiest
to break and so he had left her until
last. Like the other two, she
was spectacularly beautiful, and like the other two she was not virginal
and therefore would not bring the highest
price. But she was white-skinned
and that counted for a great deal with his
buyers. There was also a solid
benefit to the fact that she no longer had her
maidenhead. He and his men could
enjoy her until their vile passions were satisfied without lowering her
value. He circled her as he had
done the other two. She was a
delightful creature.
He had stripped her naked and tied her to
the top crosstree of the tent, her arms stretched over her head, and her
legs spread by tying her ankles to a length of tent
pole. The position accentuated
the beauty of her small high breasts and their sweet rose-coloured
nipples. It also revealed the
lovely triangle of reddish fur between her legs and the vertical cleft of
her soft inviting vulva. She
was ready for her training.
Mudada loosened the folds of his
robe. He was fully
erect. Moving forward he positioned
himself between the legs of the trembling
beauty. She was tall like the
other two women, standing a good inch or so higher than
he. But with her legs well spread
she was positioned perfectly for his invasion of her treasure
trove. Placing his hands on her
tight buttocks he prepared to enter her.
Amy trembled, trying hard not to show her
fear. But she had seen what the
slavers had done to her friends.
The morning after their sessions with the desert thugs they had not
been able to walk. If it had
not been for the tall African warriors who had taken it upon themselves to
carry Katie and Jia Li on the day after their ordeal they would have been
beaten raw by the whip of the slave master.
That act still confused
Amy. She had no idea why the
African warriors Katie had intimidated would help them in any
way. She only knew that they
had. But that was not important
now. At the moment she was trying
very hard not to scream as the slave master prepared to rape
her.
She shivered as the slaver’s hands slid
down her breasts, flicking over her nipples and then descending to her
buttocks. He steadied her and
then pulled her toward him. Amy
bit her lip to keep from screaming as the tip of his penis slid between her
vulval lips. She considered begging
but instantly dismissed the thought.
It would only give the filthy beast who was about to rape her even
more pleasure. Then she grunted
as he thrust into her.
She bore up well under the
rape. It was a frightening and
humiliating ordeal as it always was, but she did not
scream. She did not even whimper
as he took her nipples into his mouth and worried them with his crooked
teeth. But she screamed in terror
when he finished with her and turned her over to his
men.
It was one of the most vile and degrading
episodes of her life. Hands touched
every part of her body, but especially her breasts and vaginal
region. And she was raped again
and again in every way that her tormentors could think
of. At the end she was too exhausted
to even weep. She had been violated
orally, vaginally, and anally and was covered with
bruises. If she had been able
to speak their language she would have promised them anything, but only Mudada
spoke any English and he ignored her pleas for
mercy. Instead he stood smirking
as she writhed in agony, twisting her body desperately until she was finally
so exhausted that she just lay where she was and allowed the men ravishing
her to have their way. By that
time she had lost track of the number of times she had been
taken. Close to dawn her ordeal
ended and her limp body was dragged back to where the other captives were
tethered. There she lay too
emotionally beaten to sleep. At
dawn she was forced to her feet.
Another day’s march lay
ahead. Hardly realizing where
she was, she fell into line and staggered
forward.
Larra readied herself as someone stopped outside
her cell. But she did not get
her chance to make her bid for freedom as she
hoped. The door to her cell was
not even opened. Instead, a pannikin
of water and another of food was slid under the door, which had a two inch
gap at the bottom. Cursing her
luck, she made the best of it.
Lifting the water to her lips she drank all of it, and she ate the
food provided. She was not sure
what it was. In the dark it was
impossible to tell what she was eating, and the mealy substance she ate had
very little taste. She guessed
that it was some sort of boiled cereal, but she was in no position to be
choosy so she ate all of it, licking her fingers when she
finished. Then she squatted in
the cell and waited.
A light under the door alerted her to the
presence of someone in the cell corridor.
Larra readied herself to attack.
As the door swung open she charged into
action. No doubt her attack caught
the Nubians completely off guard, because they offered little
resistance. Her foot drove like
a pile driver into the chest of the first
man. The impact lifted him off
his feet and hurled him into the soldier behind
him. As the bodies of the two
men crashed together Larra was right
behind.
There were four men in all, supposedly more
than enough to deal with one bound woman, but the ferocity of Larra’s
assault gave them little chance.
During her many adventures Larra had learned one thing - when it came
time to fight it was best to show no
mercy. The man she had taken
out first had been carrying the torch and the flickering flame was hurled
to the floor of the corridor where it cast a feeble light on the brief
battle. Larra vaulted over the
gasping body of her first victim, and knocking aside the spear of the second
man took him out in the same way.
The remaining two men tried to retreat to give themselves a bit more
room to maneuver, but Larra swung into them without missing a
beat. She ducked under the point
of a spear and slammed her palm heel into the man’s nose. The crunch
of breaking cartilage and the soldier’s scream of pain told her she
needn’t worry much about him.
As he fell she rushed by him, and evading another pathetic attempt
to skewer her, smashed her foot into her opponent’s
groin. It took only a few more
seconds to make sure that all of the guards were
unconscious.
Retrieving the torch Larra assessed the
saturation. First she scavenged
some equipment from the unconscious
soldiers. The armour was not
of much use to her; she preferred her freedom of movement, but she could
use the spear and one of the short
swords. Belting on the sword
and holding the spear at the ready she moved up the
corridor. She went as quietly
as possible. The men she had
taken out had made quite a bit of noise, but she was so far underground that
there was a very good chance no one had heard
her. Still, there was no point
in taking any chances and so she went
cautiously.
She retraced part of the way she had come,
but realizing that getting out of the city past the guard tower would be
difficult if not impossible, she diverged from the original
path. She knew this was risky
as it would no doubt take her into a part of the building that would be more
heavily inhabited. But she had
little choice. Even if she could
get past the guard tower finding her way through the maze of caves would
be almost impossible. And beyond
the caves was the desert. There
was no way of surviving in that desolate landscape without considerably more
equipment than she had.
She moved up through the lower part of the
building, stopping frequently to listen.
Sooner or later she knew that she would encounter
someone. And sooner or later
someone would come to look for the four guards who had been sent to fetch
her. She was working against
a time limit. Within a very short
time the guards would be missed, and then her escape would be found
out. After that she could expect
a fairly thorough search to be made for
her. Somehow she had to escape
from whatever building she was in and then find her way out of Nubian
society.
She still knew absolutely nothing about her
captors, other than the fact that they seemed quite
unfriendly. She regretted having
to attack the three guards, but she had been the one attacked
first. And being thrown into
a primitive dungeon was not the height of hospitality.
She had now gone up several flights of stairs
and passed several other levels.
“Probably other cells,” she
mused. Then she
stopped. If she was going to
escape then a diversion might be useful.
Other cells meant other prisoners.
What if there was a mass escape?
She backtracked down to the first level she had
passed. Silently - and Larra
could move very quietly when she chose - she stole into the dark
corridor. Strangely she did not
see a single guard. Perhaps none
of the cells were occupied. Slowly
she moved along the corridor, holding her torch
high. The stench in the corridor
was incredible. If the cells
were not occupied they certainly had been at one
time. Approaching the door of
the first cell she threw open the bolt.
Without waiting to see if there was anyone home, she moved on to the
next cell and unlocked it as well.
One after the other she threw the bolts
back. Within seconds she knew
she had guessed right. The sounds
of prisoners on the loose soon echoed up and down the
hall. Finishing with the last
door she turned and followed the throng of escapees up the
stairway.
“This is turning out better than I
hoped,” she thought.
“All I have to do is follow the mob and I should find the way
out.” Darting up the stairs,
she passed the next level. For
a second she stopped, considering releasing the prisoners on this level as
well. But she saw that there
was no need. Most of the cell
doors were already open. Other
escapees had apparently been helping out.
Three more floors up Larra followed the throng
of escapees out into the daylight.
Blinking in the sunlight she stood amazed at the spectacle before
her. Glittering in the bright
sunlight were white buildings, but not just any
buildings. It was as if she had
gone back in time three thousand years to one of the great cities of ancient
However, she did not have much time to take
in the magnificent panorama. As
the escaping prisoners rushed out of the building dozens of soldiers converged
on them. Seizing what weapons
they could the prisoners fought for their freedom, but it was a very one-sided
contest. Only a few of the escapees showed much in the way of fighting skills,
and they were quickly overwhelmed.
The escape might have caught the Nubians off guard, but they reacted
quickly to it. Within minutes
most of the prisoners were either recaptured or
dead.
Larra, however, was able to fight her way
clear. Breaking through a ring
of soldiers she managed to make it out of the building and into the
street. Once there she took to
her heels.
She ran without any plan other than to put
distance between herself and her pursuers, but she was followed by a shouting
mob of soldiery. Her white skin
and unusual dress set her apart from everyone else in the city and try as
she might she could not shake off the
pursuit. She tried everything
she knew, but it was all in vain.
Everyone she passed served as an informant to her pursuers and no
matter how many twists and turns she made there was always someone to point
out her progress. At last, turning
into a blind alley, she turned to fight.
By this time her desert robes were stained
with sweat and she was breathing heavily.
Her escape, the battle in the street with the soldiers, and fifteen
minutes of running in the desert heat had left her almost exhausted, but
she could not give in without a fight.
Most of the escaped prisoners had been killed on the spot by the Nubian
soldiers. She expected the same
fate for herself. Readying her
spear she prepared to defend herself.
“Managed this like an idiot,” she
thought. Instead of escaping
she had only made matters worse for
herself. Now she faced death
instead of captivity. It was
hardly an improvement on her situation.
The narrow alley where her pursuers had trapped
her allowed only two men to come at her at a time, but it would take all
of her skill to hold her own. Most
of the soldiers were better armed than she was, and carried heavy leather
shields to defend against her spear
thrusts. She had only her spear
and short sword for both attack and
defence. Nevertheless, the years
she had spent training in martial arts in
Nimbly dodging the spear thrust of the first
soldier, and parrying the spear of the second she moved quickly between them
and thrust her sword between the ribs of the soldier on her
left. As the man screamed she
jerked the blade free and struck hard with her left leg catching her second
opponent with his knee overextended.
Then she backed away quickly to avoid the attack of the next two
soldiers.
Within five minutes the pile of dead and injured
soldiers at the mouth of the alley was so great that she no longer feared
attack. Her assailants could
not get at her without standing on the bodies of their comrades, something
they were very loathe to do. It
did not mean, however, that they had given
up.
She deflected the first two arrows
easily. Since the Nubians could
not get at her and closing with her in hand to hand combat appeared suicidal
they had brought up several archers.
To the astonishment of the Nubians the easy target that Larra presented
proved very difficult to hit, especially as after deflecting the first two
arrows she picked up one of the heavy leather shields, rendering herself
almost invisible.
But her situation was still quite
perilous. Hopeless in
fact. She might be able to hold
off the enemy, but there was no way that she could
escape. She was trapped in an
alley without water in the blazing desert
heat. All the Nubians had to
do was wait until she gave in.
Desperately, Larra tried to think of a way out of her
predicament. Ten feet over her
head was the roof of the building she was standing next
to. If she could just reach it
there might be a chance of continued flight, but it was beyond her ability
to jump that high. What she needed
was a ladder.
Her eyes fell upon the weapons her defeated
foes had dropped. A half dozen
spears littered the alley. Quickly
she grabbed one and jammed it into the mud wall next to
her. Before the enemy could react
she had jumped onto it, and using it as a springboard she leapt for the
roof. Her actions caught the
assembled warriors off guard. They
had come to the same conclusion that she had; that she was trapped with no
hope of escape. Suddenly seeing
her on the roof was so unexpected that they just stood there and gaped, hardly
able to believe their eyes. But
they did not stand there forever.
As Larra leaped from one rooftop to the next they gave chase, following
along in the streets below.
Fortunately, the buildings were close enough
together that Larra was able to leap from one to the next without
difficulty. But the same proved
true for her pursuers. Looking
over her shoulder she saw that more than a dozen men were following her across
the rooftops. Unable to think
of anything else she could do, she continued to run, frantically searching
for some sort of refuge.
Unfortunately, this time luck
was not with her. She ran out
of rooftop, leaving her no alternative but to leap to the
ground. Immediately she found
herself once again surrounded by
soldiers. This time, however,
there was no blind alley to protect her back and
sides. As she flailed away with
the only weapon she had left the enemy closed in and overwhelmed
her.
The Nubian soldiers used a simple
tactic. Seeing that Larra was
now armed only with a sword they locked shields and pressed in on her from
all sides. Completely done in,
Larra fought back feebly as she was inundated by sheer weight of
numbers. This time there was
no escape. A dozen hands wrestled
her to the ground. As her arms
were once more twisted behind her back, Larra let out a sob of
frustration. It was all she could
do to prevent herself from howling with rage as ropes once again tightened
around her limbs.
This time, however, before she was secured,
her Bedu robe was ripped from her body, leaving her completely
naked. As her white body was
revealed many of the assembled soldiers murmured in
appreciation. Interestingly,
there were no catcalls as might have been expected from a group of soldiers,
but instead the comments were almost
reverential. All of this was
lost on Larra, however, as the shaft of a spear was placed across the small
of her back and her elbows were bent around
it. Ropes were then used to lash
her arms to the spear shaft and more rope was tied to each of her wrists
pulling them tight across her belly.
The result was to force her to arch her back, but the bondage did
not stop there.
Having secured her arms, several lengths of rope were tied to her upper arms. From there they were pulled tightly forward under and between her breasts before passing over her shoulders and around her neck. Finally several lengths of rope were run from the spear shaft down the crease in her buttocks and between her legs, before being pulled tightly up in front and tied off on the spear shaft. Thus bound, Larra was forced to march down the street, pulled by four soldiers who had tied lengths of rope about her neck. She stumbled forward, sweat streaming down her body, her high breasts quivering with every step, as she was dragged off for what she was certain would be her death. And a most painful and humiliating death at that.
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