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Larra’s
Mayan Adventure
Sobbing softly Katie huddled on the ground
where she had been left after the last man had raped
her. Her beaten, bruised and
ravished body attested to the brutality of the treatment she had
received. Werner stood over her
gloating at her complete humiliation.
“Consider this a first installment on your punishment,
bitch! You will pay heavily for
having killed two of the representatives of the Third
Reich. Take her back to the
camp,” he ordered, pointing to two of the men who had participated in
her rape. “Make sure that
you do not untie her hands.”
Katie was too battered and exhausted to offer
any resistance, but Werner was taking no
chances. The two men Werner had
designated stood her up. Katie
could barely walk. Her ravaged
vagina was incredibly sore and her body was covered with bruises where she
had been pinched and beaten.
Half-walking and half carrying her, the escort herded her down the
canyon. The only tricky part
of the walk was crossing the log bridge, where she had to be carried, but
after that she was escorted slowly but steadily back towards the canyon
entrance.
It took three hours, but eventually Katie
and her guards arrived back at the waterfall entrance to the
canyon. To her surprise, Katie
discovered that the falls was no longer
there. The Germans had been able
to find some way to remove it. Not
only was the falls gone, but where it had been was a sturdily constructed
bridge that extended across the pond that she, Larra, and Amy had swum across
only a few hours ago.
“Kameraden,” shouted one of her
guards, “We have a
prisoner!” This announcement
stirred up the camp. Two dozen
or so men came running, among them a tall man wearing a
monocle.
“Your prisoner seems somewhat the worse
for wear,” the monocled man commented.
“She attempted to escape, Herr
Reichmann. We had to subdue
her.”
Reichmann stepped
forward. He did not smile and
his cruel lips had a distinct downward
turn. “Tie her to that stump
over there,” he said, pointing to cut-off tree
trunk. We will build something
a little more permanent for her, but that will do for
now.”
Katie slumped as she was hauled toward the
tree trunk. She had reached the
end of her strength. She had
been forced to do without water on the walk back, as her guards had refused
to give her any. Now she was
on the point of fainting.
“Please,” she moaned faintly, “water,
water.”
Reichmann heard her faint
pleas. “Give her some
water.” he ordered. “We
may have to interrogate her later.”
Katie was dragged up against the stump and
fastened to it by tying a rope around her
neck. Since her arms and wrists
were still tightly secured, there was no way that she could get
away. A pot of water was scooped
from the pool where the waterfall had once rushed and brought over to
Katie. The man held it to her
lips, as she could not hold it herself. He held the pot so that just a trickle
of water was available.
“Drink slowly, my dear,” he
said. If you drink too fast you
will harm yourself.”
Katie raised her eyes and beheld an older
gray-haired man wearing wire-rimmed
spectacles. He did not smile,
but Katie detected an aura of humanity about
him. “What was he doing
among these ruffians?” she wondered.
Speaking in low tones, he answered her unspoken
question. “I am Albrecht
Von Manstein, the archeologist on this
expedition. If I had known what
it would turn into I probably would not have
come. However, it is probably
lucky for you that I did.”
“Von Manstein!” Reichmann
shouted. “You volunteered
to give her a drink, not engage in conversation with
her. She has had
enough. Return to you
duties.”
“I must go now.” Von Manstein
said. “But I will watch
out for you.” He gave Katie
one final long sip of the water and then got up and moved slowly away from
her.
She was still thirsty, but had drunk enough
to keep her going. Lying naked
in full view of all of the men of the expedition was humiliating, but at
least they seemed too busy to bother with
her. She closed her eyes, trying
to shut out the stares of the men as they went about their
tasks. In a few minutes she dropped
off into an exhausted and fitful sleep.
She was awakened by the release of the rope
around her neck. She was jerked
to her feet and force-marched rapidly through the
camp. Katie saw, as she staggered
between the two men that supported her, that all of the tents of her expedition
were still there, but that all of the Indians they had hired had
fled. At least she supposed that
they had fled. In any case they
were nowhere in sight.
Katie was dragged to a large cage-like
structure. Just outside the cage,
she was dumped on the ground and her bonds were removed, then still stark
naked, she was shoved into the cage and the door padlocked behind
her. The cage was completely
devoid of any amenities. There
was not even a place to hide behind to get out of the
sun. By now it was dusk, however,
and the tropical night was closing in.
It would be a cold night she knew, without even a blanket to provide
a little warmth. She huddled
on the floor, her arms around her trying to keep her body heat
in. Outside the cage she could
see fires being kindled and soon the smell of cooking food came to her
nostrils.
Her stomach
growled. Surely they would bring
her something to eat. But other
than the guard that remained in place outside the door, no one showed for
quite some time.
Eventually, when it was quite dark another
man shuffled up. He said something
to the guard, and they exchanged places.
The new guard pushed something through the crossbars of the
cage. Katie moved toward it and
took it from him. She wasn’t
sure what it was, but it smelled like a bucket of
food. She had no utensils, so
she ate by dipping her hand into the bucket and scooping out what was in
there. It turned out to be cold
cornmeal mush. It was not what
she was used to, but by now Katie was famished and she greedily wiped up
everything in the bucket. After
she was finished, she used the bucket to perform one of her bodily
functions. She hoped that in
the dark the guard would not see or hear what she was
doing. She did not deceive him,
however. “You may have to
use that for your morning meal, bitch,” he
said. “I hope you enjoy
your own filth.”
Katie did not reply, but simply finished what
she was doing and then lay down and tried to
sleep. The ground was cold and
hard, but she was so worn out that she dropped off almost
immediately.
A few hours later, she awoke
shivering. The tropical night
was not especially cool, but the ground drained the heat from her body and
left her shivering with cold. Close
to hypothermia, Katie shivered in abject
misery. Then she heard a voice
talking to the guard. She recognized
it as that of the archeologist, Von
Manstein. “Evening Hans,
I thought you could use some of
this.” Katie could see nothing
in the blackness, but his voice sounded quite
friendly.
“Ah, Herr Doktor,” Hans
replied.
“Danke!” Katie
heard the sound of a cork being popped from a
bottle. It was obvious that Von
Manstein had brought Hans something to
drink. Probably something
alcoholic. Hans swallowed
noisily.
“Have another,” said Von Manstein,
in a hushed voice. Katie guessed
that he was not supposed to be bringing her guard
liquor.
“Danke,”
replied Hans. “I
will.” Katie could picture
him drinking again. Then she
heard Von Manstein moving closer to her
jail. “Don’t go to
close to that one, Herr Doktor,” said Hans, “She killed Franz and
Dieter.”
“Yes,” said Von Manstein, “I
heard about that.” He was
standing right next to the bars of her cage
now. Katie sensed him, rather
than saw him. She heard a faint
“plop” and then he moved away.
“Well, good night, Hans,” he
said. “Keep a close watch
on her.” The sound of Von
Manstein’s footsteps faded as he strode
off. Hans sighed and settled
into his watch.
Stealthily, Katie crept across her
prison. Chilled as she was, she
could hardly move, but finally her hand touched a soft bundle just inside
the door of the cage. Retrieving
it, she retreated to the far side of the prison and quietly unwrapped
it. First and foremost, the wrapping
turned out to be a woolen blanket.
It was not large, but it served to cover her shivering
body. Quickly she draped it about
her shoulders, feeling a strengthening warmth flowing though her
body. Next, she discovered a
pair of cotton pants and a cotton shirt to
match. Trying not to alert Hans,
she pulled on the garments. There
was nothing else, but these gifts were enough for
now. Feelings of gratitude poured
forth from her towards Von Manstein.
She wished that she could thank him for his kindness, but she knew
that such recognition would prove dangerous for him, and in any case he was
gone. As she fell into a much
warmer sleep, she wondered why he had helped her.
Morning dawned cool and
muggy. Her blanket was damp from
dew, but her pants and shirt were dry
enough. Hans was
gone. Another guard must have
replaced him during the night.
Katie had slept too soundly to be aware of the
change. The camp was already
alive with activity. There seemed
to be some sort of major preparations going
on. Looking about her Katie saw
what had happened to the waterfall.
It appeared that the Mayans had diverted the flow of a mountain stream
to cover the canyon entrance. The
clever Germans hand discovered this and had destroyed the dam, allowing the
water to plummet down the mountainside farther on, and uncovering the entrance
to the canyon.
Katie could smell breakfast, but this time
she received no food, although another German shuffled up with a small canteen
of water, which he thrust through the
bars. Katie drank it all, hoping
that she might get a refill later.
She was still quite dehydrated from her experience of the previous
day. No one commented on her
blanket or clothing. She guessed
that each of the Germans supposed that someone had ordered that these items
be brought to her, and no one thought to question anyone about
it.
As the day wore on, Katie became more and
more hungry. She hung her blanket
over the bars of the cage to provide some shade, and sat down in front of
it waiting for someone to show up with some
food. Eventually, her head drooped
and she dozed off.
She was awakened by a commotion outside her
cage. The door was pulled open
and a wretched figure was hurled into the prison with
her. At first Katie did not recognize
who it was, and then with a shock, she saw that it was
Larra. “Oh, my God,
Larra!” Katie cried, “What have they done to
you?”
Rushing over to her mentor, Katie took her
in her arms. Tears sprang to
her eyes as she beheld what she took to be a completely beaten
woman.
Larra’s once gorgeous body was covered
with the evidence of her ordeal.
Her buttocks and thighs were covered in red raised welts, and the
rest of her body displayed numerous cuts and bruises, including two enormous
black eyes, and swollen cut lips.
She appeared to have really been worked
over. At first Katie thought
that Larra was unconscious, but then she saw
that her breasts were heaving,
as sobs shook her battered body.
“Oh. Katie,” she wept, “I’m so
sorry.”
At first Katie was
confused. She thought Larra was
crying with the pain of her injuries, but then she suddenly
understood. Incredibly, Larra
was apologizing to her for the misery that Katie had
suffered. Katie realized that
she too must still show evidence of her brutal treatment, and Larra felt
responsible for what had happened.
“Shush,” Katie whispered, taking
her friend’s head in her arms.
“You are not to blame.
We will get back at these God-damned
Nazis.” Gently, Katie stroked
Larra’s battered face. And
then grasping that Larra was still trussed up, she busied herself removing
her bonds.
Larra moaned as Katie untied the last of the
laces that held her. She had
been bound for over a day, and the rush of blood back into her extremities
was excruciatingly painful. She
tried to shift to a more comfortable position, and agonizing pain shot through
her body.
“Ohhh!” she
groaned. Her anus and vagina
felt like they were on fire, and almost every other part of her body ached
with some sort of minor injury.
Katie massaged Larra’s wrists and arms,
helping to restore the circulation.
She arranged Larra’s body on the blanket, trying to make her
as comfortable as possible. What
Larra needed was rest, and food and water.
The thought of food and water reminded her
of her own predicament. Would
she be left to starve and dehydrate in the hot tropical
sun? “Hey,” Katie
yelled. “Are you going to
let us die?” We need food
and water. What the Hell is the
matter with you? Are we of any
use to you when we are dead?”
The man guarding them just shrugged, but her
shouting had attracted Reichmann.
“You would be best advised to shut up,” he
said. You two are to be tried
for the murder of several German soldiers, and we have no reason to treat
you well if you make trouble.”
“We are to be tried?” retorted
Katie. “That’s a
laugh. We’ll both be dead
in a few hours if you don’t bring us food and
water. Perhaps you could explain
that to Schroeder when her gets
back.” Katie knew nothing
of Schroeder’s intentions, but she guessed that the fact that Larra
was still alive meant that he did not want them
dead.
Reichmann
frowned. It appeared that Katie
had hit the nail on the head.
Schroeder did not want them dead.
Reichmann turned to one of the men who was passing
by. “Get these women some
food and bring them a few buckets of water so that they can clean themselves
up.”
The man saluted and dashed
off. A few minutes later he returned,
carrying two large buckets of water.
With him was another man, with a pail containing more
cold cornmeal mush. The
gate to the cage was opened and the buckets were set
inside. Katie, by now quite parched
drank deeply from one of the water buckets, and then cupped her hands to
convey a few drops of the moisture to
Larra.
“Thank you,” gasped Larra, as Katie
dribbled the water onto her swollen lips, “but I think I can get it
myself. Then, showing amazing
resilience, Larra forced herself to crawl to the water bucket and drink without
assistance.
Katie too was
amazed. “God,” she
thought, “this woman is
tough.” She had thought
Larra too badly beaten to be able to move at all.
Larra took a little of the water and splashed
it on her face, removing some of the sweat and grime that coated
it. Then she dipped her hand
into the cornmeal mush and slowly began to chew
it. It was pretty unappetizing
stuff, but not having eaten in more than a day, Larra was not inclined to
be fussy. Katie joined her, and
together they emptied about half the
bucket. “We’ll save
the rest for dessert,” Katie
quipped. Just having Larra near
her, battered as she was, had raised her
spirits.
Day passed into night once
again. Larra and Katie finished
off the cornmeal and drank most of the
water. As the coolness of the
evening descended upon them the two women clung together under the blanket
for warmth. Katie noted that
the guard was the same one as on the previous night, the man called
“Hans.” She wondered
if Von Manstein would make an appearance again.
Lying together, Katie and Larra exchanged
information. Both were limited
in what they knew, but between the two of them they were able to develop
a rough idea of what was going on.
The Germans seemed to have stumbled on to
something. What it was neither
Larra not Katie knew, but the Nazis were very excited about
it. During the day a large party
of men had departed up the canyon, leaving almost no one in the camp except
Von Manstein and a few others to maintain the
base. Neither of them knew anything
about Amy. The fact that the
Germans had not caught her gave them hope, but also concerned them, because
it meant that she might have been killed in the
earthquake.
A voice disturbed their whispered
conversation. It was Von Manstein,
and he was talking with Hans.
“Why don’t you take a break, Hans?” he said,
“I’ll look after these two.
They are not likely to be able to get away in any
case.”
“Thank you, Her Doktor,” said Hans,
“I’ll take you up on your
offer.” Now that Reichmann
was gone, the men tended to be a little less conscientious about their
duties. Hans disappeared in the
darkness and Von Manstein approached the cage.
“I have something for you,” he whispered
to the two women, “but you must make me a promise before I give it to
you.”
“What is it, and why are you doing
this?” Whispered
Katie.
“I was a soldier in the Great War,”
Von Manstein replied. “It
was instilled within me that the German soldier did not make war on women,
and did not debase and abuse those whom he had
defeated. The conduct of Schroeder
and Reichmann is a disgrace to the honor of
“What is it?” Katie
asked.
“If you manage to escape, you must make
sure that no harm comes to Hans. He
is not like the others. He is
a good man and I have no wish to harm him by helping
you.”
“You have my word on that,” said
Katie.
“And mine too,” said
Larra.
“Then take this, said Von Manstein,
“and try not to make too much noise with it.”
Katie reached out her
hand. The object Von Manstein
placed in it was cold and hard. She
recognized it immediately as a file.
Katie handed it to
Larra. “This is going to
make quite a noise on that chain,” she said.
“Not if we don’t use it on the
chain,” Larra replied. Larra
moved to the back of the cage and began to slide the file back and forth
on the ropes that held the cage together.
“These are easier to cut, and the file doesn’t make any
noise on them.”
Katie found herself, smiling, despite the
pain it caused her bruised lips. It
had not occurred to her that a file could be used to cut
rope. She had automatically assumed
that files cut metal. She had
missed the obvious, but Larra had not.
It took only a few minutes to cut away enough
ropes to spread the bars of the cage far enough apart that they could get
out. Larra went first and then
Katie joined her. “What
now?” Katie whispered.
“I really don’t feel up to a
fight,” said Larra. “I
think we should just get a few essentials, and then get out of
here.”
“Agreed,” said Katie, and followed
Larra as she slunk off into the darkness.
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