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Larra’s
Mayan Adventure
Chapter 8 Larra’s
Ordeal
Larra watched Schroeder stride toward her. Behind him his two henchmen kept
her covered, the muzzles of their Mauser rifles never wavering from her chest.
Deep in the pit of her stomach Larra felt a twinge of fear. She quickly glanced
around. A few feet away was a large boulder that might offer protection if
she could reach it, but she realized that it was a poor choice. There was
a very good chance that she would be shot and killed before she could reach
its shelter, and even if she did, she would be pinned down in a hopeless
situation. Her enemies had the advantage of her. She would be a sitting duck.
Schroeder was only a few feet away from her now. He stopped near a large
tree and pointed his Luger at her. "We meet again, Fraulein," he said. "I
was somewhat disappointed at the way you left last time."
Inwardly Larra cringed, although she showed no outward emotion. Schroeder’s
words were spoken with a deliberate malice. It was clear that he harbored
some sort of grudge against her.
"I can’t say that I was especially pleased at your idea of entertainment
the last time we met, Hauptsturmfuehrer," Larra rejoined.
"Hauptsturmfuehrer?" Schroeder said, "Hauptsturmfuehrer? I am Untersturmfuehrer
now. Himmler was not pleased that you escaped me so easily. I lost two ranks
because of you. We have a score to settle. But enough of these pleasantries.
Put you hands on your head and drop to your knees."
"What" said Larra, not moving, "afraid of a woman? Whatever is the German
army coming to?"
"Do as I say," Schroeder commanded, "or I will put a bullet through your
leg. I will not miss at this range."
Larra did as she was told. Slowly
she bent her legs and raised her hands.
She felt very helpless and exposed, but the number of her enemies
gave her little choice. "Now,"
said Schroeder, "lower your left arm very slowly and unbuckle your gunbelt.
Remember, slowly. I should hate to be startled into killing you."
A few seconds later, Larra’s gunbelt dropped to the ground.
"Now toss it to your left," Schroeder ordered, "and place your hand back
on top of your head again."
With a flick of her wrist, Larra threw her sidearm about five feet to one
side and replaced her hand back on top of her head.
Schroeder was close enough to notice the dried blood on Larra’s shirt.
"What happened," he inquired, "Did you have a little accident? Ahh, yes,
I almost forgot. The earthquake. It is fortunate that you were not
killed."
Larra wondered a bit at Schroeder’s concern for her, but a queasy feeling
in her stomach told her that his regard for her safety had some other
motive.
By this time the other members of Schroeder’s troop had moved in. They
completely surrounded her, and began to move closer. Too late Schroeder saw
that his own men were screening Larra off from those that carried the rifles.
Larra was quick to take advantage of this mistake. Jumping to her feet, she
lashed out with her hands and feet she took out three of the men around her
before they realized what was happening. Struck by multiple kicks and punches
they fell to the ground, two of them clutching their private parts in agony,
and the third grasping at his crushed larynx as he fell.
Having cleared the area around her, Larra used her freedom of movement to
tackle the three men armed with rifles. One of them drew a bead on her and
fired, but his bullet did not find the expected target. Larra darted to one
side and the nine-millimeter slug tore into one of Schroeder’s own men.
Screaming in pain and clutching at his gut, the man fell writhing to the
ground. This panicked the other armed men and they began firing wildly in
Larra’s direction, but somehow she evaded the fusillade and closed with
the panic-stricken riflemen. A blow from her right foot smashed the sternum
of one of the riflemen, a hammer fist shattered the nose of another, and
a knife hand cut off the breath of the third. In just a few seconds, Larra
had deprived Schroeder of his best men.
The remaining men did not wait for Larra to deal with them. They took to
their heels and ran back down the canyon. Now only Schroeder
remained.
Larra saw to her amusement that the German had picked up a large branch that
the wind had torn from a tree. It was about fifteen feet long and forked
about five feet from the end. It seemed such a desperate and ludicrous act
that she laughed out loud.
"What are you going to do with that, Herr Schroeder" she chortled, "hit me
over the head with it?"
Schroeder did not reply. Instead he charged toward her, pointing the forked
end of the branch at Larra’s midsection. Larra attempted to move to
one side, but the width of the fork made it impossible to avoid at such close
range. She was forced to grasp each side of the fork as Schroeder pushed
it into her.
Larra was not unduly worried, she knew that Schroeder could not hurt her
this way, but he was pushing her steadily backwards, using his superior weight
and strength to shove her forcefully in the direction he was heading. Larra
was compelled to backpedal rapidly to keep from falling. She glanced over
her shoulder and suddenly realized what the desperate man was up to. He was
trying to push her into the pool where she had bathed that morning!
Larra gripped the fork of the branch tightly and brought her feet up quickly,
attempting to vault over it and deal with Schroeder, but he anticipated her
move and raised the branch as she jumped, so that the fork caught her in
the midriff, lifting her right off the ground.
Schroeder was immensely strong, and he carried the branch, Larra and all,
to the edge of the pool and pushed her into the water. Still confused by
the strategy behind this attack, Larra struck the water with a large splash,
her legs flying into the air as she hit its surface. For a second she disappeared
into the pool, but almost immediately surfaced, ready for Schroeder’s
assault.
Larra saw that Schroeder had dropped the branch and was now charging toward
her. Suddenly, she realized the idea behind his seemingly inane rush. Standing
waist deep in the water she had lost her greatest asset, her mobility. She
could not move fast enough to avoid Schroeder’s onslaught. Still running
full speed he leaped into the pool. Larra had only a second to brace herself
before his huge body slammed into her.
The impact of Schroeder’s body drove her under the water. She found
herself at the bottom of the pond with Schroeder’s powerful arms wrapped
around her, pinning her arms to her sides. As they surfaced Larra struck
at Schroeder’s groin with her right leg, but without proper footing
and with the water literally dampening the force of her blow, she did not
hurt him.
Using his superior muscle mass, Schroeder pushed Larra under the water again.
As she struggled to surface he caught hold of her long braid and submerged
her head a third time. Larra held her breath, trying to strike Schroeder
in some vulnerable spot as he held her under, but her blows were weak and
ineffective. After what seemed like an eternity, he allowed her to come up
for air, only to immediately submerge her again. After a couple of minutes
of this, Larra was desperate for air. In Larra’s last ducking, Schroeder
held her under for a full minute before he allowed her to surface. Gasping
and spluttering, Larra was unable to defend herself when she was finally
allowed to surface. Still holding on to her braid, Schroeder stepped forward
and struck her just below her jutting breasts. The blow finished her. Unable
to draw a breath Larra doubled over, her bosom heaving as she sought to breathe.
Dimly, she was aware that Schroeder was propelling her toward the land, but
she was too far gone to fight back.
Schroeder dragged Larra to the edge of the pool and dumped her unceremoniously
on the margins of the water; her legs still immersed in the pond. Still doubled
over from the effect of Schroeder’s punch to her midriff, Larra felt
the German unlacing one of her boots. She attempted to pull her foot from
his grasp, but her efforts were too feeble to break loose. A few seconds
later she felt Schroeder pulling her hands behind her back. Still gasping
convulsively, she struggled to break free, but in her weakened condition
was unable to resist. In a few seconds, her wrists were securely bound with
her own boot laces.
By this time two of Schroeder’s men had returned. "Grab her, you fools,"
Schroeder commanded.
Larra felt the men take hold of her arms. As they dragged her from the water
she heard Schroeder caution: "Don’t let her up. Tie her
ankles."
One of the men sat on Larra’s back, while the other removed her remaining
boot and used the laces to tie her ankles together.
"Drag her over here," Schroeder commanded.
Cruelly, the two men caught hold of Larra’s arms and dragged her across
the rocky ground, her breasts brushing the surface. To her mortification,
Larra realized that during the fight with Schroeder her shirt had been completely
torn open and her brassiere had snapped apart with the exertion of combat.
Her magnificent breasts were fully exposed.
"Lift her, you idiots," shouted Schroeder, "we don’t want to damage
her tits."
Picking her up by her arms the two men hauled her face down to a large flat
boulder. There they arranged her so that she was bent over the slab with
her feet touching the ground and her breasts pressed against the rock’s
flat surface.
Schroeder moved to her right side. Grabbing her long braid in his left hand
he yanked her head back so that he could look into her face. "And now, Fraulein,
I would like some information. He pulled hard on her braid, causing Larra
to wince. "You managed to get here without the aid of the research material
we assembled. I want to know what additional information you
possess."
"I don’t have any extra material," replied Larra, "only what you showed
me."
"You certainly don’t expect me to believe such a lie," Schroeder declared,
how could you have made it here with only a glance at our
documents?"
"Nevertheless, it is the truth, said Larra, "I have a very good
memory."
"Have it your way, Fraulein," said Schroeder, menacingly, "I was hoping that
you might make this difficult."
Schroeder was about to release Larra’s hair when he spotted the gold
chain and the diamond ring that dangled between the hollow of her breasts.
"What is this," he queried, as he seized hold of the ring, "some sort of
memento of a past romance?" He closed his hand over the ring and with a powerful
jerk snapped the gold chain, tearing it from her neck with enough force to
lave a red welt on her flawless skin.
"Return that you thief!" demanded Larra.
Schroeder laughed. "You are hardly in a position to make any demands, Fraulein.
I think I will keep this for now."
Schroeder moved behind Larra. She felt his hands move around her waist and
fumble with her belt buckle. "No!" she protested. "Is this the honor of a
German officer?"
"Officially, I am not an officer," he answered, "Therefore, I am able to
operate any way I like."
Schroeder finished unbuckling her belt, and pulled her trousers down over
her hips. A few seconds later he pulled down her lace panties, exposing her
exquisitely muscular derriere. Larra squirmed on the slab, realizing how
vulnerable she was. Larra’s greatest fear was of rape and humiliation.
Having lost her virginity in a brutal rape, she was haunted by the memory
of that ultimate degradation. In her mind there was nothing more brutal that
a man could do to a woman. And the experience did not get easier with repetition.
She had been raped a second time and that defilement had been just as horrible
and degrading as the first. The myth that a woman would "get to enjoy" a
rape was just that, a myth. There was nothing to enjoy about the ultimate
debasement of womankind. And now, she had fallen into the hands of a man
whose affiliation with Nazism told her that she could expect the
worst.
"Hold her still," Schroeder commanded. The other two men came forward and
pinned her to the rock.
"Now,
Schroeder pulled the belt from Larra’s trousers. Doubling it up, he
struck her hard across her perfect behind. Larra gasped at the savagery of
the blow, but otherwise made no sound. Her resistance infuriated Schroeder.
His next blow was harder still. This time Larra did not even move, steeling
herself against the pain.
"You are amazingly strong, Fraulein," jeered Schroeder, "but I have all day
to break you."
Putting all the strength of his 250-pound frame into the blow, Schroeder
brought the strap down again, and again, and again. Larra counted ten blows
before he stopped. "Ah, too bad,
Larra’s buttocks ached agonizingly. She was glad he had stopped. She
did not know how much longer she could have stood the beating.
Schroeder shifted his attention to Larra’s ripe breasts. "Let’s
see if these are as wonderful as I remember them," he gibed. Still leaving
her face down, he slid his hands over back, under her armpits, and cupped
her flawless white globes, squeezing them softly at first, and then pinching
her erect nipples. Larra gave a small gasp of protest as his touch turned
from caresses to deliberate torment. He pushed up against her bruised backside
sending spasms of pain shooting through her buttocks. For several minutes
he continued to play with her breasts, twisting and pinching the nipples
of the helpless adventuress. Larra could do nothing but endure the humiliation,
trying her best not to give Schroeder any satisfaction by showing pain or
mortification. Finally, to
Larra’s relief he stepped away from her, but her relief turned out to
be short-lived.
"Do you know what the secret of inflicting true pain is Fraulein?" Schroeder
gloated, placing his mouth close to her ear. "It is to punish a certain part
of the body, let’s say your shapely backside," and here he slapped
Larra’s swollen buttocks, causing her to wince with pain, " and then
let it alone for a few minutes. Do you know what happens? The blood rushes
into the afflicted area and the welts become engorged with blood. The nerve
endings become highly sensitized to further stimuli, so that the next round
of punishment is truly agonizing. I think it is time to give your sweet ass
ten more of the best."
"Oh God, no!" Larra thought. "Please no!" But she remained silent.
Schroeder had been accurate about the increase in pain. Too accurate. The
belt whooshed through the air and struck her inflamed derriere. The blow
felt as if it had torn all the skin off her backside. This time, she could
not hold back a tiny cry of pain. Schroeder grunted in satisfaction and flogged
her again. Larra bit her lip until the skin broke. She must remain in
control!
The third blow struck, and then the fourth.
"Aaahh!" Larra could not hold back her cry of torment. Each
blow of the belt brought exquisite agony, like nothing she had ever experienced
before. Another blow. "Aaahhaa!!!" Larra’s cries were
louder now. Between blows her breaths came in great ragged sobs, tears streaming
from her stunning violet eyes.
In all, Schroeder gave her ten more lashes just as he said he would, before
stepping back to admire his handiwork. He grinned in satisfaction. Larra’s
tight backside was crisscrossed with red striations. Here and there, a trickle
of blood added to its now bright red color, but he had handled the lash well.
He had broken the skin in only a few places, preserving the beauty of
Larra’s posterior, while inflicting maximum pain. He was impressed though,
at how well the defenseless woman had borne up to the torture. He doubted
that any man could have stood it as well or lasted as long without giving
in to wails of agonized protest.
With his henchmen holding her, Schroeder began to finish stripping Larra,
untying her ankles so that he could removed her trousers and panties, and
then using his SS dagger to cut the rest of her shirt and bra from her body.
He then retied her ankles, and pulled them up to her wrists so that he arched
her back and left her in a hog-tied position. Next, he removed the bootlaces
of one of the men that Larra had killed. He used these to tie her calves
and thighs tightly together, so that Larra was unable to bend her knees.
Larra grunted as her body was forced into the painful position. She called
on all her resources to remain calm. It was her only chance to escape. She
had been in tight scrapes before, and her presence of mind had allowed her
to find a way out.
"Now, Fraulein," said Schroeder, licking his lips, "I think it is time that
you did some of the work in our relationship."
Schroeder picked her up and carried Larra over to a boulder with a sloping
surface that was angled at about 45 degrees. He was so strong that he barely
noticed the weight of the 135-pound beauty. Then, lying down on the boulder,
Schroeder removed his pants and placed Larra on top of his thighs. In her
hog-tied position, Larra was unable to support herself as Schroeder guided
her toward the tip of his engorged penis.
"Oh God, no!" Larra exclaimed, struggling to avoid being impaled on Schroeder's
massive manhood.
Schroeder truly possessed a magnificent phallus. When erect it extended a
full ten inches and measured two inches in diameter. Although far from virginal,
Larra was very tight and was filled with fear at the sight of his huge sex
organ.
"NO!" she cried, straining franticly at her bonds as she attempted
to avoid the inevitable. "Please, NO!" He last cry was almost
a sob, as she felt her own weight forcing her onto Schroeder’s
penis.
"Ah!" Schroeder exulted. "That’s it, move that tight ass, it makes it
so much better."
Larra tried to squirm away, but Schroeder held her firm little bum in his
powerful hands, and guided her slowly but surely onto his erect
rod.
"Aaaahhhaaaa!" Larra moaned. He was slowly penetrating
her.
Larra contracted the muscles of her vagina. It was an art that she had perfected
when making love to her first and only love, the father of her son. This
time, however, it was not lovemaking she was interested in, she intended
to lock Schroeder out.
"Damn!" Schroeder cursed. He seemed to understand what Larra had done. "I
should have known that an Asian half-breed bitch would know some sort of
Oriental tricks." Despite her ordeal, Larra wondered at how Schroeder had
discovered her one-quarter Japanese ancestry; an ancestry that she was very
proud of.
Gripping her tighter, he rammed his penis into her, but to no avail. He could
get no farther than two inches. Reddening in rage and embarrassment, Schroeder
dumped Larra off, his huge erection bobbing in front of him. Larra fell with
a thud to the hard ground, landing on her inflamed backside. A yelp of pain
burst from her lips.
"Bring me the rations pack," he yelled at his cohorts. A few more of
Schroeder’s men had returned to the scene of their encounter with Larra.
There were now about six of them and they scattered in search of the pack
in question. Larra lay on the ground, too tightly trussed to move, her tortured
derriere pulsing with pain.
A few seconds later, one of the men showed up, carrying a large pack. Schroeder
set it on the ground and still naked from the waist down he began to empty
the pack, tossing items left and right. Eventually his hand closed on what
he wanted, a small bottle of olive oil. "Thank God for the Italians,”
he laughed.
Returning to Larra’s side, he knelt beside her. "This should loosen
you up, Fraulein," he said, unscrewing the top of the bottle. Pouring a few
ounces of the oil into his palm, Schroeder rubbed the oil between Larra’s
legs, inserting his fingers into her vagina to make sure that she was
well-lubricated inside. He then smeared the remainder on his swollen phallus,
which was once again coming into full erection after drooping a little when
he had left Larra.
"You bastard, Schroeder," Larra spat. "Does it inflate your ego to dominate
helpless women?"
"I do not find you helpless, Miss Court." replied Schroeder, as he once more
lifted Larra into position over his erect phallus. "I find you dangerous,
and that excites me."
Once again, Schroeder shifted Larra so that her vagina was directly over
his tumescent penis. She tried to grip the outside of his thighs with her
knees to keep from sinking onto the huge shaft, but the olive oil that he
had used to lubricant her pubic area now coated the inside of her legs as
well, making her quite slippery. The glans of Schroeder’s penis slipped
between the lips of her vulva almost without resistance.
"Oh Jesus!" Larra cried. The words burst from her involuntarily
as Schroeder’s enormous sex organ slid into her tight vaginal canal,
forcing the soft yielding tissue apart. She flexed her thighs, striving
desperately to prevent herself from being impaled on his rigid shaft.
Temporarily, she rose an inch or so, before sliding back onto his phallus,
even farther than before. Again and again she repeated the movement, but
each time the result was the same. Despite her best efforts at tightening
her vagina, she was now too well lubricated to prevent her body weight from
driving Schroeder’s penis deeper and deeper into her.
"Eeee!" she squealed. He was now inside her to a depth of four
inches,
"Nnnnhhhh! Nnnooo! Ooh! Oh! Oh! Aaahhh!" A series of involuntary
cries escaped the tortured woman. She was experiencing acute pain as well
as the humiliation of being watched by a half dozen of Schroeder’s drooling
henchmen. Slowly, but surely, her own body weight, as well as her gyrations
as she tried to escape, forced Schroeder’s engorged organ deeper and
deeper into her.
Larra began to buck as if she were trying to break a horse. The pain was
excruciating. She was now impaled on six inches of Schroeder’s phallus
and she felt as if her vaginal canal was being torn open. The olive oil provided
some lubrication, enough for Schroeder to transfix her ever deeper, but she
was devoid of vaginal lubricant. Every millimeter that penetrated her caused
exquisite pain.
"Oh, I beg you," Larra wept, "please stop. You’re tearing me
apart."
In reply, Schroeder pulled hard on her bruised buttocks and thrust up suddenly
with his pelvis.
"Eeeeaaaaggghhh!" Larra screamed. He had now thrust a good
eight inches into her tight vagina, penetrating past her cervix. Thrashing
back and forth, she shrieked again and again, while trying to lift herself
off the instrument of torture, but her violent actions only drove Schroeder
deeper into her.
Fully excited by now, Schroeder began to thrust vigorously upward, trying
to penetrate to the full length of his manhood. Holding Larra tightly, he
rolled over, so that the screaming woman was now pinned beneath him. He then
used his full weight to push the last two inches into Larra’s abused
vagina. The scream that greeted his full penetration truly astonished him.
Now he had the bitch!
Withdrawing eight inches of his penis from Larra he began to thrust in and
out of her rhythmically, penetrating to the full extent of his instrument
and then withdrawing and repeating the process. At the same time, he began
to suck and bite Larra’s quivering breasts, exacting another measure
of pain. Larra’s screams had subsided somewhat, but each new assault
on her tender nipples brought another outburst of anguish, so that she was
crying out almost constantly, having lost all semblance of control.
Schroeder’s great weight upon her not only pinned her down, but spread
her brutalized bottom upon the hard rock surface, constantly renewing the
pain in that part of her anatomy.
Finally, with a great cry, Schroeder reached orgasm, ejaculating deep inside
the writhing female. Panting, and damp with sweat, Schroeder rose from his
weeping victim. Gesturing vaguely to his men he invited them to take over:
"She’s all yours, boys, just make sure that you leave her ass alone."
Devastated as she was, Larra still caught the menacing implications of that
last remark, and then Schroeder’s men were upon her, pulling her off
the rock and piling on top of her to have their turn.
Excited by Schroeder’s performance, his men wanted something similar
for themselves. Untying Larra’s bonds, four of the men took hold of
her, carrying her over to another boulder. This rock stood about two feet
off the ground and was hemispherical in shape. Holding her tightly, the men
draped her over the rock, arching her body over its curved surface. One man
held each of her limbs so that she was spread-eagled across the rock, with
her pubic mound and exposed vagina raised slightly higher than her torso.
Larra realized that she was in for a long day. Helpless before her defilers
she took the only action remaining to her.
Her body went completely limp as Larra retreated into her own mind. It was
an act borne of desperation, as it put her into a trance-like state. In this
hypnotic condition she would be completely oblivious to what was happening
around her. It would protect her from the brutal attentions of Schroeder’s
men by making her unconscious of their actions, but it would also leave her
so unaware of her surrounding that she would not be able to take advantage
of any chance to get away. It was a condition that she turned to only because
of the hopelessness of her situation. Larra had decided that escape was
temporarily impossible, and that her ordeal was no longer endurable.
Schroeder’s men would have their way with her, but it would be like
raping a corpse.
Schroeder’s men were too aroused to notice that Larra was strangely
unresponsive. Stretching her across the rounded boulder four of the men
maintained their hold on her while a fifth mounted her. It was not until
this man had reached orgasm and a second had taken his place that they realized
that Larra was not reacting. "Damn," the second rapist cursed, "the bitch
has fainted. Drawing his hand back he tried to slap her awake, smacking her
head from side to side, to no avail. Finally, in frustration he raped her
anyway, ramming hard into Larra’s limp body.
Now it was the turn of the man holding Larra’s left leg. He also found
it less enjoyable to rape a woman who was oblivious to his actions. He pinched
her legs and breasts, attempting to arouse her, but got no reaction. Finally,
he too raped her unconscious body. By this time Schroeder was once again
taking an interest in Larra and he strode over to the rape scene.
"The damned bitch has gone into some sort of Oriental stupor," exclaimed
Schroeder, "but I think I know a way to bring her out of it. Pick her up
and bring her over here."
Schroeder tramped over to the side of the pool where he had captured Larra.
"Make damned sure you hold onto her," he cautioned, "I don’t want a
kick to the side of the head."
Schroeder dipped what was left of Larra’s torn shirt into the pond.
Then, holding her head he dripped the water from the soaked cloth onto her
sweat-stained face, washing it clean of some of the grime. There was no reaction.
Only the gentle rising and falling of Larra’s beautiful breasts indicated
that she was alive. Dipping the cloth into the water again, he lowered it
so that it completely covered her nose and mouth. "She may be impervious
to pain," mused Schroeder, "but I expect that she still has to
breathe."
For a few seconds Larra lay inert, but then, as the water entered her mouth
and nostrils she began to cough and sputter. Instinctively she tried to raise
her hands to her face, but her arms were tightly held. She tried to turn
her head, but Schroeder clamped the damp cloth down firmly over her face.
Her magnificent bosom heaved and suddenly her eyes popped open. "Welcome
back,
Larra awoke with a start, in her Zen-like trance she had been drifting through
an endless sky, but suddenly in her dream she found herself plunged into
water and struggling for air. When she awoke, she found it was true.
"It is time to get on with our games," continued Schroeder. "Take her back
to the rock where you had her, it looks like an excellent location."
Larra began to struggle violently. Now that her meditative state had been
broken, she would not be able to easily enter it again. She knew that Schroeder
had some horrible new plan for his entertainment, and dreaded what it would
be.
The men carrying Larra bent her over the rock as they had before, fitting
the arch of her back to its contours. It was almost as if the boulder had
been made for the purpose. They stretched her limbs tight, spread-eagling
her on the stone, so that she lay face up and vulnerable to any attack, her
splendid symmetrical breasts quivering slightly as she struggled to escape
her captors. She was a sight to excite any man.
"Carry on as before," ordered Schroeder. "I believe some of you were denied
your pleasure."
Immediately, one of the men not holding Larra placed himself between her
thighs, his engorged manhood at the ready. Larra steeled herself for the
assault, but could not help crying out slightly as the man entered her abused
vagina. Squeezing her already aching breasts, the man began to pump steadily
into her, eventually reaching orgasm and ejaculating into her tortured vaginal
canal. Then it was the next man’s turn, and then the next and then the
next.
Schroeder watched with growing arousal as his men possessed the tormented
woman, delighting in her low cries of pain and moans of distress. He was
amazed that Larra bore up so well. Any other woman would have been reduced
to a shrieking wreck by now, but she was still fighting back, attempting
to break free from the grasp of her defilers.
The last man finally finished his turn, and Schroeder, fully erect once more
stepped forward. "Turn her over," he commanded.
The weakly resisting woman was placed face down on the boulder, her reddened
and striated derriere situated uppermost on the boulder. Larra forced her
pain-wracked body to greater efforts at escape, but she was too tightly held,
and she was too exhausted to have any hope of breaking free. What terrified
her were Schroeder’s’ words about "leaving her ass alone." She
was almost paralyzed with the thought of what might happen next.
Schroeder was holding the bottle of olive oil again. Pouring a generous amount
onto his hand, he lubricated his throbbing penis and then moving between
Larra’s widespread legs, he smeared oil over her tiny anus, thrusting
his slippery fingers into the tight orifice.
Larra screamed in rage and protest. "Noooo!" she shrieked,
"You can’t do this."
With the last of her remaining strength, Larra attempted to move her exposed
backside away from Schroeder’s probing fingers, but he merely laughed
and pushed his finger even farther into her anus, moving it in tiny circles
to ensure maximum lubrication. Then, climbing on top of her he flattened
her thrashing body to the boulder and moved the tip of his massive phallus
into position.
Larra felt the dripping tip of Schroeder’s swollen rod pushing against
her tight anus. Schroeder spread her cheeks and pushed hard against the almost
impenetrable opening. Larra tightened her sphincter muscles, denying him
entrance. Schroeder grunted; Larra seemed impossibly tight. He was going
to have his work cut out for him. But it was going to be enjoyable
work!
Lying fully on top of her, Schroeder pushed hard against her anal opening.
He extended his arms beneath her so that he was able to grip her shoulders
from below, and used Larra’s own body as leverage for his assault. Pulling
hard on her shoulders, he arched her sweet body back in an arch, lifting
her torso clear of the boulder, so that the gorgeous teardrops that were
her breasts, swung back and forth alluringly with every thrust of his
penis.
"Aahh!" A low cry escaped Larra’s bruised lips as the
tip of his massive organ slipped into her. Slowly, but surely Schroeder forced
Larra open, moving his rigid member slightly in and out, and with each inward
thrust moving another millimeter into her.
Larra twisted beneath him, her arms and legs still tightly held by
Schroeder’s men. Schroeder penetrated a bit more, he was now a full
inch into her anus, stretching it wide. Gathering all of his massive strength,
he thrust powerfully forward, feeling the soft tissue of Larra’s colon
give way before him.
"Aaagghh!!" Larra screamed as Schroeder violated her rectum,
pushing three inches into her incredibly tight cavity. "Stop, stop!" she
begged, but Schroeder merely increased the pressure, intent on burying all
of his massive sex organ within her.
"Oohh God!" Larra screamed. "It hurts, it hurts!. Please stop!
Please!"
Larra had lost all sense of control. Her terrible ordeal had reduced her
to what Schroeder wanted, a battered frightened woman, wracked with pain.
His triumph was almost complete, but first he had to finish his most enjoyable
task.
Schroeder found that his anal rape was getting easier. Despite her exhaustion,
Larra was struggling against her brutal violation, and each movement of her
arched body pushed Schroeder a little deeper into her.
"Aaahhhh! Aaahhhh! Larra shrieked. Schroeder was now six inches into her, with four to go. Another millimeter, and another; each convulsion of Larra’s body thrust him deeper within her. Larra felt like her insides were being torn apart. Finally, she could fight no more. Her magnificent body bathed in sweat, she slumped in Schroeder’s arms and let him finish her off. Too debilitated and demoralized to even scream, she simply sobbed as Schroeder’s final four inches sank into her. But Schroeder was not finished yet. Withdrawing halfway from her anus, he began to thrust rhythmically into her, driving his penis back and forth as he moved towards climax. After what seemed like an eternity to the beaten woman, Schroeder reached orgasm, ejaculating into Larra’s anal cavity. Gasping from exertion he withdrew and temporarily collapsed on the ground. For now, Larra’s ordeal was over.
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