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Strangely, Fujima did not continue his torture of the two women on
the following day. Nor did he
appear on the next day or the next.
Eventually an entire two-week period passed without seeing any Japanese
higher than the rank of private. In
the meantime, Larra’s child had been returned to her and the two women
were brought clothing to replace what had been torn from their
bodies. Their food also improved,
though to what end they could not
imagine. They were even allowed
out into the yard to exercise, although this was strictly controlled and
they were always accompanied by several armed
guards. The two women wondered
at this improved treatment, but were unable to fathom Fujima’s or
Hondo’s motives. However,
unable to escape, they decided to make the best of
it. Soon their superficial physical
injuries healed. They had suffered
no severe wounds at the hands of their ravagers except those to their
psyche. At the end of the two-week
period they about as fit for action as was possible under the limited freedom
they were allowed.
At the end of the two-week respite several guards showed up outside the
cell. Jia Li was ordered
out. Under gunpoint she was ordered
to strip. Then her ankles were
loosely chained, and her arms were securely bound behind her
back. Her guards spent a great
deal of time with the coarse hemp ropes.
Her wrists were tightly bound
first. Next her elbows were bound
just above the elbow joint.
Additional ropes were added between her elbows and her shoulders so
that her arms were pulled tightly together all the way
down. The effect was to pull
her arms so tightly behind her back that her saucy unturned breasts jutted
out most invitingly.
All the while this was going on, Jia Li felt a growing
despair. This elaborate binding
of her arms could not help but have some sinister
outcome. She broke out into a
cold sweat, as her heart pounded hard against her
ribcage. Her guards noticed her
discomfiture and jeered at her
predicament. “Ready for
some more fun? How do the ropes
feel? Tight enough we
hope. Did you like it when I
stuck my dink into your mouth? I
would be pleased to do it again.
How did my cock feel when it was in your
ass? You certainly felt wonderful
to me.”
Jia Li could do nothing but endure their
taunts. By now she understood
some Japanese. Enough to know
when she was being mocked.
Eventually the guards finished tying her to their satisfaction and
directed her down the corridor toward the interrogation
room. As they went one of the
guards began to fondle her backside.
“Eizo, you fool. We
were ordered not to touch her.”
Reluctantly, Eizo pulled his hand away from Jia Li’s
behind. “I thought just
a feel would be OK,” he said.
“Not if you want to keep your balls,” the other guard
rejoined. After that there was
no more touching.
To Jia Li’s surprise, they did not stop at the interrogation
room. Instead they crossed the
room to a staircase that led up to the second floor of the
building. Then they marched her
down a hallway that led to a large carved wooden
door. Halting respectfully before
the door, one of the soldiers knocked
quietly. The door was opened
a crack so that the person within could see who they were and then it was
completely opened. They entered
into a large elaborately furnished room.
Sitting at a desk near a large window was Colonel
Hondo. He looked up when they
entered. Immediately he rose
and came toward them.
“You may leave,” he said to the
guards. The two men saluted and
then left, closing the door behind them.
Jia Li was suddenly alone with the Japanese
commander. Hondo was a heavyset
man who had probably been powerfully muscled early in his
life. But now he had allowed
too much good food to pass between his
lips. As a result he was rather
corpulent. His soft rounded features sported a hairline mustache that did
not improve his appearance. He
eyed Jia Li’s bound and naked body with undisguised
lust. The helpless woman shuddered
under his intent gaze, but tried to hide her
fear.
Hondo circled Jia Li as if he was looking over a new
horse. The young woman began
to feel like a cheap piece of
merchandise. “Yes, you are
very beautiful,” he said.
“You are like an exquisite flower that has just
bloomed. I shall call you Lotus
Blossom.”
Jia Li wondered at the strange quirk that made men like Hondo give their
victims pet names. She remembered
Ivanov calling her “Tiger
Lily.”
Having finished his inspection Hondo led her to a cot at the side of the
room. It was rather more comfortable
looking than the standard army issue cot, but Jia Li was not looking forward
to spending any time on it with the Japanese
commander. Strangely she noticed
that there was a rope hanging from a pulley just over the
bed. Attached to the hanging
rope was a large hook. It looked
ominous.
Hondo marched her to the bottom of the cot and unlocked the chain that connected
her ankles. He then refastened
the chain to the leg of the bed, pulling her right leg over to the edge of
the cot. He next produced a second
length of chain and did the same with her left
leg. It left her legs spread
making access to her anus and vagina
easy. Her heart beating wildly,
Jia Li began to tremble uncontrollably.
“Relax, Lotus Blossom,” soothed
Hondo. He stroked her cheek
gently. Jia Li cringed away from
his touch. Hondo
frowned.
“You seem a little too proud,” said the Japanese
commander. “I thought my
men had taken that out of you. I
guess you need a little more
taming.” He took the hook
that was dangling above the bed and hooked it through the ropes that bound
her wrists. Then he pulled
on the other end of the rope, tightening the end that was fastened to her
wrists. Slowly as he hauled away,
Jia Li’s wrists were pulled out from her back and lifted toward the
ceiling. As her wrists rose higher
Jia Li was forced to bend at the waist to relieve the pain and
tension.
“Ughnn!”
she grunted in pain as she felt her arms
being slowly pulled from their sockets.
The pain in her arms and shoulders was
excruciating. She was now bent
over the cot so that that her torso was parallel to the bed, and her beautifully
proportioned breasts hung invitingly down toward its
surface. Her shapely derriere
was pushed out inviting rear entry.
Hondo began to undress, revealing his fat stomach, and flabby chest
and arms. Jia Li turned her face
away. She felt like an ostrich
burying her head in the sand, but she could not face her
tormentor.
Hondo climbed onto the cot and stood before her, standing only a
foot from Jia Li’s face. It
creaked under his bulk, but did not
collapse. Reaching down, he seized
her silken tresses and jerked her head
back. Now it is time for us to
have some fun, Lotus blossom” he said. “You can start by lubricating
my cock. And no
biting. If you do I will remove
all of your teeth.” To emphasize
his point Hondo jerked hard on her hair bending her neck so far back that
her mouth opened involuntarily.
“That’s it Lotus Blossom, now take it
gently.” With that Hondo
pushed his not unimpressive penis into Jia Li’s open
mouth.
Jia Li almost gagged, but forced herself to accept the swollen
organ. She could not face another
beating.
“First lick it,” Hondo instructed withdrawing from her far enough
that his phallus hung right in front of her
mouth. Tentatively,
Jia Li stuck her tongue out, but she could not bring herself to actually
touch Hondo’s swelling rod with her
tongue. Brutally, Hondo reached
under her hair with both and
grabbed her ears. Tugging them
harshly, he pushed her head back even
farther. “You do not seem
to understand Lotus Blossom. You
must do as I
say.”
“Aahhh!” Jia Li cried
out as Hondo’s hands threatened to tear her ears off her
head. She extended her tongue
and licked the tip of Hondo’s thick
shaft.
“That’s it. Now
lap it like a dog.”
Tears flowed freely from her eyes as her flexible tongue flicked over
Hondo’s glans. An overwhelmingly
pungent smell wafted up from the end of his organ as her tonguing began to
stimulate him.
“Oh, that’s fine, Lotus
Blossom. Now close your lips
around it.” Hondo
instructed. Dutifully, Jia Li
did as she was told.
Ahh, that’s good!” Hondo
moaned. “Now suck on
it.”
Not daring to disobey, Jia Li sealed her lips around the end of Hondo’s
rod and began to suck.
“Mmm! That’s good, that’s good,”
he groaned. “You have a
natural ability. Now lick it
as you suck.”
Almost sobbing in humiliation, Jia Li began to caress the glans of Hondo’s
penis with her tongue while continuing her
sucking.
“Ohh,
ohh!” cried Hondo.
“That’s so good!”
As he spoke, he pulled her head toward him and slowly he began to
slide his phallus in and out of Jia Li’s mouth.
Disgusted by what she was being forced to do, Jia Li could only endure the
humiliation of swallowing Hondo’s
penis. The smell of Hondo’s
seminal fluid stank in her nostrils, almost making her
nauseous. For several minutes
he continued to excite himself with her mouth, becoming more and more
aroused. His breathing became
heavier and heavier as his agitation
increased. However, Hondo stopped
himself just prior to ejaculation.
“That was fine, Lotus Blossom, I can see that you will make a
fine comfort woman,” said Hondo, using the Japanese euphemism for
prostitute.
He withdrew from her mouth, and climbed off the
bed. He moved behind her and
there was a delay of a few seconds.
Suddenly she felt something cold between the twin moons of her
buttocks. For a second she was
confused , and then realized that Hondo was lubricating her tight
anus. “Ohh noo!” she
moaned.
Hondo laughed and placed his hands on the front of her
thighs. Slowly he pulled her
backside toward him gradually entering her tight
rectum.
“Aahhh!” Jia Li cried
as he penetrated her, grinding his pelvis against her
buttocks. She was now sobbing
loudly as he worked his way deeper and deeper inside
her.
“Oohh!” Hondo exclaimed.
“You are so tight. I
would have thought that the fucking you got from my men would have loosened
you up a bit more, but you are still like a
virgin!”
Jia Li did not reply. All she
knew was that she was suffering greatly both from the violation of her anus
and the terrible pain in her arms and
shoulders. She did not think
that she could stand much more.
But Hondo was far from finished with her.
He continued to drive ever deeper, penetrating deep into her and ripping
aside the soft tissue of her colon.
“Ugh!
Ugh! Ugh!” Hondo grunted as he used all his strength to penetrate
the last few
inches.
“Aaagghhh!!” Jia Li
screamed. She was in terrible
agony. But Hondo never let
up. Deeper and deeper he drove
until his shaft was buried as deep within her as it could
go. Once again, Hondo approached
orgasm. But he was a master at
extending the sex act. As he
felt himself peaking, he withdrew.
Moving over to a small table he filled a porcelain bowl with water
from a pitcher and washed off his
genitals. His erection temporarily
gone, he returned to his sobbing, gasping
victim.
“You are so beautiful, Lotus
Blossom. It will be so much more
enjoyable when you are broken and I do not have to tie you up like
this. Of course if you do not
break then I will just have to continue to take you the way you
are. You have much
spirit. You are almost like a
Japanese.”
As he spoke, Hondo began to run his hands over her
body. Slowly he explored almost
every inch of her gorgeous anatomy, touching squeezing, pinching, and caressing
her exquisite body. Jia Li was
repulsed by his touch, but could do no more than moan as he pinched or squeezed
an especially sensitive area. All
the while, the agony in her arms and shoulders
mounted. She began to moan and
whimper as her suffering reached levels beyond her
endurance. And then Hondo took
her level of pain one step higher.
His erection had returned.
Positioning himself behind her again, he plunged into her
vagina. Jia Li screamed
horribly. The suddenness of this
assault had caught her off guard.
Unprepared, her shriek of complete agony rent the
air. She screamed until she was
hoarse, shrieking almost in time to Hondo’s
thrusts. Hondo penetrated her
deeply and this time did not stop as he approached
orgasm. Again and again he thrust
into her, finally ejaculating deep into her
womb. Having satisfied his lust
he withdrew from the sobbing woman and left her hanging
there. Lurching over to the cot,
he threw himself upon it and lay there
panting. In a few minutes, he
was asleep, snoring loudly, despite Jia Li’s continued
wailing.
Helplessly Larra watched her friend being tied up and then led
away. It did not take a great
deal of imagination to guess what was going to happen to
her. At the same time, she felt
a sense of relief that she had not been taken away as
well. Guilt welled up in her
as she realized that her own security was being bought at the price of Jia
Li’s torment. Her guilt
was short lived, however. Ten
minutes after Jia Li’s disappearance the guards came for her as
well.
Larra was not bound or shackled.
There was no need for special precautions with her when she held Lin
Yao in her arms. She was led
into the interrogation room. This
time it was not crowded with Japanese troops as on the last
occasion. Only Fujima and a half
dozen soldiers were waiting for her, along with the Manchu woman who had
cared for Lin Yao before. With
a spasm of fear, Larra realized that her little vacation was
over.
The Manchu nurse took Lin Yao from her and Fujima came toward
her. “It is time for you
to answer a few questions,
The Japanese officer stood directly in front of
her. He was at least a head shorter
than she was, but strongly built.
Despite being over forty, he had not let himself go and was in excellent
physical shape. His stocky body
was well muscled. He would have
been considered quite handsome by Japanese standards, if not by
European. But now he simply appeared
menacing. “Well,
Not wanting to answer, but fearful of defying him, Larra did not answer,
but looked away. Fujima stepped
away from her. Crossing over
to the nurse, he removed Lin Yao from her
arms. “Take off your clothes,
Larra gasped. The threat
of harm to Lin Yao was clear.
Fumbling with her buttons, she slowly stripped off her
garments. First she discarded
her shirt, leaving only her makeshift halter-top covering her upper
body. She blushed as she slowly
revealed herself to the leering Japanese
soldiers. Next she shed her
pants. She had not been given
any boots, or underpants, so she was almost completely
naked. “The halter top,
Larra did not resist. Two of
the soldiers came forward and tied her ankles to the table
leg. Then they bent her backward
onto the table so that her body lay on the table with about half of her
delectable derriere hanging off the end.
Ropes were attached to each of her wrists and these were lashed beneath
the table so that her arms were pulled out to the
side. Larra broke out into a
cold sweat. It was obvious that
Fujima intended to question her in a manner similar to her previous
ordeal.
Fujima gazed down on her.
“You certainly are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,”
he said. “How unfortunate
that we could not have been on the same
side.”
Larra did not reply. She knew
that Fujima had just told a hideous lie.
He was Japanese. Larra
considered herself Japanese. How
could they not be on the same side?
She loved
Fujima began to run his hands over Larra’s satin
skin. She was a gorgeous
creature. He had never felt skin
like hers before. And beneath
it were the muscles of a tigress.
She was an exquisitely beautiful but deadly fighting
machine. But now she was
his. He had her at his mercy
and could treat her any way that he saw
fit. The very thought caused
his penis to stiffen. Quickly
he removed his shoes, dropped his pants and stripped off his
shorts. Without waiting for any
further foreplay, he thrust into her open vagina, penetrating her deeply
in just a few lunges.
“Ughh!
Ugghh!” Larra’s suppressed grunts told
him that he was inflicting a certain degree of pain in his
attack. However, Fujima’s
sex organ was simply not massive enough to cause her really serious discomfort,
not after what she had been through at the hands of his men only two weeks
ago. So he finished his rape
of the unresisting woman, frustrated at her deliberate lack of
response. He had hoped to get
a stronger reaction from her.
However, he had a back-up
plan.
Larra breathed a sigh of relief as Fujima withdrew from
her. She knew that this would
be but a temporary respite, but at least he had not made her howl on the
first try.
“It appears that you have entertained so many men that I cannot impress
you,” said Fujima venomously, “but I think I have a friend here
who can.”
After pulling his clothes back on, Fujima crossed to a bench by the
wall. Above it was a small wooden
shelf in which were placed a number of metal
devices. He picked up one of
these and held in front of Larra’s
face. “Are you familiar
with this
Larra’s eyes widened.
Although she had never actually seen such a device before, she recognized
it from its description in historical texts she had
read. She kept her face blank,
but her heart skipped a beat, and her vagina and anus
clenched.
“I think you do,” sneered
Fujima. “I believe that
in your culture it is called
the
pear. It is most interesting
in its effect on those who use it.”
Larra’s already sweaty body became even
sweatier. Her breathing became
a little more labored. The pear
was a fiendish device. It was
indeed a pear-shaped object, designed specifically for
torture. It was about eight inches
long and consisted of four pieces of metal connected by an interior
screw. When the screw was tightened
it pulled the four pieces of metal together in a true pear
shape. When the screw was loosened
it pushed the four separate sections apart, causing the pear to
expand. In its compact form,
the pear would just fit into a woman’s
vagina. It would be a tight fit,
but it would make it.
Fujima seemed calm, but inwardly he was
seething. He had raped Larra
in front of his men and she had given almost no reaction to the violation
of her body. That had shamed
him. Now he would take his
revenge. Pouring a little oil
over the pear, he pushed it into Larra’s
vagina.
“Ugh!”
Larra grunted. The pear was in
its compact state, but it was still larger that the diameter of the average
male penis. Slowly, Fujima worked
the pear deep into her vagina.
Larra willed herself to remain still, attempting to give Fujima as
little satisfaction as possible.
She was not to remain still or calm for very
long.
Fujima began to turn the screw, causing its sections to
expand. Slowly the pear began
to enlarge inside her vagina, exerting steadily increasing pressure on its
walls. For the first few turns
of the screw, Larra held herself still, but as her vagina was slowly pushed
apart she began to squirm slightly, attempting to find a more comfortable
position. But there was no escaping
the pear. Its diameter increased
from two inches to three, and then to three and a half, and then to
four.
“Ugghhnn!” Larra
moaned. The pear was slowly
duplicating the pain she had felt in
childbirth. She strained at her
bonds, attempting to break free.
She desperately wanted to pull the pear from her vagina before it
ripped her apart. But of course,
the bonds did not break. She
was held fast. By now she was
panting like a dog, her breath coming in quick hard gasps as she fought for
control. As the pain in her loins
increased she arched her back and shifted as far as she could from side to
side, causing her large milk-filled breasts to sway back and
forth.
“Does that satisfy you,
Fujima had returned to expanding the
pear. A few more turns of the
screw expanded it to five inches.
Now it had forced her vagina farther apart than it had been when she
gave birth. Larra began to moan
and whimper with the pain that was being
generated. She felt a scream
beginning to rise in her throat.
She tried to suppress it, but Fujima gave the screw in the pear two
more twists, expanding it to six inches.
That was a wide as it would go, but it was more than enough for
Larra.
“Aahhhgg!”
“Aahhhgg!”
“Aahhhgg!”
Scream after scream
issued from her mouth. It was
pain such as she had never experienced
before.
“Please
stop!” she begged.
“Please
stop!”
Fujima leaned over her and grinned
sadistically. “Not so high
and mighty now are we
“YES!!
YES!!” screamed
Larra.
“I’LL TELL, ONLY
PLEASE STOP!” She
resumed screaming overwhelmed by the agonizing pain in her
vagina.
Fujima let her scream. He
even walked away from the shrieking, pleading woman and left the room for
a few minutes. Let the pear do
its work. He would break her
or kill her trying. When he returned
Larra was no longer screaming. She
had fainted. With an oath Fujima
returned to her prone form. He
removed the pear and moved to the side of the table near her
head. Seizing her hair, he lifter
her head and slapped her awake.
Moaning, Larra slowly opened her eyes.
“Alright,” said Fujima, “Tell me about these
photographs.”
Larra groaned. She was still
in agony from her ordeal.
“Shall I reinsert the pear?” asked
Fujima.
“No!” Larra replied
vehemently. “I will tell
you.”
Suddenly a disturbance at the doorway of the room caused all heads
to turn in that direction. From
her prone position Larra could see that another Japanese officer had entered
the room. At first she could
not make out what he was saying.
Then she realized that he was shouting orders at
Fujima.
“Major Fujima, release that
woman!”
Fujima looked both shocked and fearful.
Bowing deeply he quickly turned to his
soldiers. “Untie her –
do it quickly,” he
ordered.
“General Uesigi, I am honored by your
visit. I was just questioning
the prisoner.”
General Uesigi looked at the exhausted woman sprawled on the tabletop, and
at the rivulet of blood dripping from her ravaged
vagina. An expression of disgust
and outrage flickered across his face.
“Major, Fujima, you are under
arrest. Surrender your sword
and sidearm to Lieutenant Matsuma.”
Turning to one of the solders standing by Larra he ordered: “Get
the camp
doctor.”
“Hai!”
replied the soldier, taking off at a run.
A second disturbance near the door distracted all of
them. Two young women burst into
the room. “Larra!”
they shouted almost in unison.
Within a few seconds they were at her
side.
So dazed was Larra from her ordeal that at first she did not comprehend who
they were, then a flicker of recognition crossed her
face. “Katie! Amy!”
she whispered. Then she fainted
again.
Larra awoke. She was lying on
a comfortable cot and covered with a
blanket. Standing over her was
the beautiful blonde, Katy Reddel and next to her stood the gorgeous redhead,
Amy Price. Confused Larra opened
her mouth to speak. Katie placed
her hand over Larra’s lips.
“Don’t try to talk, you have been through quite an
ordeal. We’ll do the
talking.”
“You are wondering what we are doing
here. Well, did you think that
you could simply disappear into
Amy took over the story. “It
took us quite awhile to find you.
It was almost as if you had dropped off the face of the
earth. But we were able to determine
that your disappearance had to do with your misadventure in
Guyang.”
“Yes,” injected Katie,
“We found out what happened to you at
Guyang. Fujima’s soldiers
would not tell us anything, but his Chinese servants
did. Fortunately, we took the
precaution of travelling with another Japanese officer otherwise we might
have become “guests” of Major
Fujima.”
“After that we lost track of you,” continued
Amy. “You had disappeared
somewhere into
“Then,” said Amy, taking over the story again, “we got word
from our contact in Fujima’s camp that two women had been taken prisoner
by Colonel Hondo. One of them
sounded like you, so we contacted General Uesigi and came here as fast as
we could. Unfortunately, we were
a little to late to spare you some
pain.”
“The good news is that the camp doctor says that you have suffered no
permanent damage. You will be
quite sore for awhile, but you will heal.”
At this point Larra forced herself to
talk. “My baby, Lin Yao,
where is she?”
“Ah!” exclaimed Katie,
“We forgot.” She
dashed from the room. A minute
later, she returned carrying Lin Yao.
She placed the child in Larra’s
arms.
“She’s a good baby,” said
Amy. “She has only cried
once while you were sleeping. But
she must be hungry.”
“Yes,” said Larra, pressing Lin Yao to her
breast. Greedily, the infant
began to feed.
“You will have to tell us about her,” said
Katie. “She is a
surprise. “But she explains
a little bit of what you were doing while you were away so
long.”
“We found a Chinese girl in one of the cells,” said
Amy. “She was moaning your
name. It appears that she has
been pretty badly used, but seems to be
alright.”
“Jia Li,” whispered Larra.
“She is my friend.”
Amy shushed her. “We guessed
as much. We have her resting
quietly. She will be alright
in a day or two.”
Larra relaxed and closed her eyes.
For the first time in several weeks she slept
peacefully.
Colonel Hondo and Major Fujima stood stiffly to attention before General
Uesigi and the assembled members of the
garrison. “You have disgraced
your command and yourselves as warriors and members of the Japanese army,”
said General Uesigi. “As
a result of your cowardly actions I remove the symbols of authority and your
place in the Japanese military.”
As he spoke Uesigi ripped off Hondo’s and Fujima’s symbols
of their rank. “Now
strip!” he ordered.
Burning with humiliation. Hondo
and Fujima stripped off their clothes.
They had been denied the right to commit seppuku and instead had been
told that they would face the ultimate humiliation for their sins. Uesigi
nodded to Lieutenant Matsuma. He
in turn, barked out an order to four soldiers who were standing at the
ready. The soldiers marched forward
and took the arms of the two naked men.
They then marched them toward a hitching post that was directly in
front of the military compound.
Hondo’s and Fujima’s wrists were tightly bound to the horizontal
bar of the hitching post so that they were forced to bend at the
waist. Matsuma barked out another
order and a powerfully built soldier came
forward. He was holding a five-foot
length of bamboo. Both Hondo
and Fujima squirmed uncomfortably, the whites of their eyes showing as they
stared back over their shoulders as the man
approached.
As befitting his rank, Hondo was the first to receive the length of
bamboo. It was delivered with
incredible force. Matsuma had
chosen a practitioner of kendo as the one to wield the
bamboo. His concentration of
force was tremendous.
Hondo did not even last a single stroke.
As it made contact with his fleshy backside he let out a howl that
could be heard throughout the entire
base. He continued to howl as
four more strokes were delivered.
Then it was Fujima’s turn.
He lasted a little longer, giving no indication of pain until the
fourth stroke, and then he too let out a
shout. Each blow was delivered
deliberately with a several second interval between strokes, so as not to
tire the soldier administering the punishment too
quickly. After delivering the
fifth blow to Fujima’s backside the soldier returned to
Hondo. He gave him five more
strokes. This time Hondo shrieked
horribly after each blow, his fat buttocks jiggling as he attempted desperately
to avoid the punishment. After
that Fujima received his next five causing him to scream for
mercy. The punishment alternated
between each man until they had received a full 25 strokes
each. By the end of the punishment
both men had been reduced to shrieking, shaking, puppets, dancing to the
beat of the bamboo staff. Blood
flew from their lacerated buttocks during the final ten
blows. By the end of the beating
each man had to be supported to receive their last few
strokes. They had been crushed
physically and spiritually.
Larra and her friends rode out of the Japanese military
compound. As they passed the
bloodied forms of Hondo and Fujima as quick smile flickered across her
lips. It was quickly replaced
by a look of contempt, but she said
nothing. Her only physical reaction
was to kick her heels into the side of her horse, quickening its
pace. She was heading
home.
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