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Purwanto’s eyes almost bugged out of
his head. Sprawled on a rock
barely fifty feet away was a veritable blonde
goddess. Water beaded her white
skin, glistening like a thousand jewels in the reflected
sunlight. He held his breath,
hardly able to believe his senses.
The last thing he had expected to chance upon when
She shifted her position, rolling from her
belly onto her back, and he gasped in
amazement. He had never seen
breasts so full and firm or nipples so taut and
pink.
Suddenly, she stiffened, and her head came
up. He had just time to duck
his head as she turned her incredible blue eyes in his
direction.
Purwanto crouched, berating himself as a fool
for not being able to keep quiet.
After all his years of capturing slaves for the Prahgan he should
at least be able to spy on a prospective victim, but he had gawked at the
blonde like a startled schoolboy.
Katie sat up, reaching for her
shirt. She was still dripping
wet, but had the uncanny feeling that she was being watched, and she was
almost certain she had heard something in the rocks to her
right. Her hand closed over her
Beretta next, flicking off the safety.
She opened her mouth to call out but noticed that Ayashe, who never
seemed to miss anything, had already spotted her movements and was wading
toward her own clothes, the other girls
following.
She had no time to dress before the first
figure burst from the undergrowth next to the
pool. Katie took in the scene
in a flash, identifying the Japanese soldier who was rushing toward her and
picking up the movement of others as they burst from their
cover.
She never found out why they chose so bold
an approach. No doubt it was
because they underestimated what five women could do; especially five women
who had been caught bathing in the
altogether. Whatever their reason,
they paid a high price for their mistake.
Katie’s first shot dropped the Japanese
soldier in mid-stride. Her second
was less well placed, but she corrected her aim with the third, spinning
the next attacker around. The
shots triggered an all-out assault with more than a dozen soldiers bursting
from cover, firing as they came.
Katie ducked behind the boulder she had been
sunning herself on, as bullets struck all around
her. She was pinned behind her
hiding place and would have been overrun had it not been for
Ayashe. The girl reached her
Ayashe’s volley halted the attack, sending
the Japanese attackers ducking for cover.
It gave the other women the time they needed to reach their weapons
and join in the fight. The sheltered
pool made a good strongpoint, being easily approachable from only one
side. It would take the Japanese
some time to work their way above them.
It did have one severe weakness, however, and that was the fact that
the defenders were completely boxed in.
There was no way out except past the Japanese.
However, now Amy joined the
fight. Together with Ayashe the
two women kept up a deadly sniping, forcing the Japanese to keep their heads
down or risk taking a bullet between the
eyes. Their cover fire allowed
the other girls to reach their weapons and pull their clothes
on.
Of the two remaining women, Melissa handled
her firearm best. Lisha still
preferred to use a spear, but she had come around to using a rifle when it
was demonstrated that rifles had better range and could be used
repeatedly. Stubbornly, she insisted
on carrying her traditional weapon while carrying a rifle at the same
time. However, an additional
two rifles were more than welcome against the fusillade that was delivered
against them.
Katie estimated that there were at least a
dozen men ranged against them.
Pinned down by their fire, she was frustrated by the fact that she
could hear more rifle fire from below.
It meant that Wallace and the porters were being attacked by still
another group of Japanese, a situation that would be definitely
one-sided. Only Wallace had any
weapons, and if he was caught in the lower pool he would be literally a sitting
duck. She had to do
something. In spite of the fact
that she and her companions were so far holding their own she knew that they
were completely outmatched in terms of
weaponry. It would only be a
matter of time until the Japanese deployed heavier weapons and then it would
be game over. Relying upon Amy
and Ayashe to keep the Japanese at bay she pulled on her clothing and then
worked her way back to where Melissa and Lisha were
crouched.
Quickly she explained her
plan. Melissa nodded in
understanding. “Lisha and
I should go with you,” the girl
added. “You’ll need
more than one gun, and I think Amy and Ayashe can hold them for
awhile. Besides neither Lisha
nor I can shoot like they can.”
Katie hesitated and then
nodded. She didn’t like
leaving anyone behind, but Amy and Ayashe shot so well that just the two
of them might be able to fool the Japanese into believing that all of them
were still there. Quickly she
signaled to the two sharp-shooters her
intentions. When she saw both
women nod she and her companions moved off.
A quick series of shots from Ayashe and Amy
indicated that both women were providing covering
fire. They would need it only
for a few seconds and then they would be shielded by the natural indentation
that the waterfall had worn in the rock.
It was not an easy climb; the rock near the
falls was slippery with algae and soaked from the spray, but it was only
in that one spot that the Japanese would not be able to see
them. As she climbed, Katie went
over her plan. It was a strategy
born of desperation, but she couldn’t think of anything else to
do. Staying where they were meant
almost certain capture and most likely
death. Only by getting above
the Japanese and taking them by surprise could they hope to have any chance
at all.
It seemed to take forever to work their way
up the waterfall. Twice Katie
almost fell and only the fact that Lisha reached out and caught her, saved
her from dropping to the rocks below.
The African girl was tremendously strong and climbed the slippery
surface with seeming ease, pausing frequently to help her and
Melissa. When they finally reached
the top, Katie was gasping for breath, but she did not
linger. Even now the Japanese
might be readying a mortar or some other weapon that would place Amy and
Ayashe at their mercy.
Keeping her head down she scrambled to a vantage
point overlooking the forest. Lying
on her belly she tried to pinpoint the Japanese
location. Lisha lay beside
her. Katie knew from experience
that the dark-skinned girl was very skilled at spotting things that most
people overlooked and was glad to have her
help. Together they managed to
locate most of the Japanese soldiers that surrounded the upper
falls.
They were arranged in a semicircle and seemed
in no hurry to attack. Katie
could see why. Several bodies
were sprawled among the rocks, clear evidence of the accuracy of her shooting
as well as that of Amy and Ayashe.
It also told her that her fear that the Japanese were planning on
using heavier weapons was no doubt
accurate. The warriors of the
emperor were known to be fanatically devoted to him and she doubted that
the small amount of opposition she and her companions had offered would really
deter them. The loyalty of the
Japanese soldiers, however, did not mean that they would stupidly take needless
causalities. They were waiting
for something and it was not difficult for Katie to guess what that
was.
As if to mirror her thoughts Katie heard a
dull thud from the area next to the lower
pool. From her vantage point
she could just make out the form of a small object moving
skyward. She had only seconds
to move herself and her companions into the shelter of a large boulder before
the scream of the descending mortar shell warned of its deadly
presence.
Fortunately or unfortunately, it was aimed
below them. Fortunately, for
the obvious reason that when it exploded the razor-edged shrapnel was blocked
by hundreds of tons of rock; unfortunately, due to the fact that Ayashe and
Amy were right below the explosion.
Katie’s heart leapt into her
mouth. The two girls in the middle
falls could not stand up to that sort of attack, provided they had not been
killed by the first explosion. She
had to hope that such was not the case and do something to relieve the
pressure. Quickly she pulled
her rifle to her shoulder. She
had no need to signal Melissa or Lisha to do the
same. Picking out a likely target
she opened up, letting loose at the partially concealed body of a Japanese
soldier. There were several such
targets now revealed by their elevated
position.
The attack caught the enemy completely off-guard,
several of the Japanese soldiers being killed or wounded before they even
realized that they were being fired upon.
Katie hoped that it would allow Amy and Ayashe the time they needed
to find safety. She also hoped
that it might draw away the fire of the mortar
crew. She knew that meant mortar
shells would soon be raining down her position, but she was willing to take
that chance if it meant saving her
friends.
She was not, however, brave to the point of
being stupid. She signaled to
Melissa and Lisha. Both women
nodded their understanding and shifted their
position. The area of the upper
falls was heavily vegetated, providing considerable
cover. It also had many rocky
hollows and large boulders capable of blocking flying
metal. It was behind one of these
that Katie and her two companions took
shelter. Her strategy proved
sound when a minute later a mortar bomb exploded almost directly over where
they had been.
Katie moved close to the other two
women. “I’m going to
try and get another angle on the
Japanese. Perhaps if we can get
enough pressure on them they might withdraw and we can try and get out of
here.”
In her mind it was imperative to Katie that
she do something. Two of her
companions were pinned down by the Japanese and she had no idea what had
happened to Wallace and the porters.
She feared the worst. There
was no longer any firing from the area of the lower pool and that probably
meant that either the Japanese had run out of targets or else everyone had
surrendered. Either way the situation
was not good and she certainly had no intention of having herself or one
of her friends being taken prisoner as
well.
As she moved slowly down slope on the side
away from the falls, she could hear Melissa and Lisha firing at the
Japanese. She hoped that their
ammunition held up. That was
another limiting factor that was bothering
her. Most of their ammunition
had been captured by the Japanese.
They only had the ammunition that they carried in their ammunition
pouches and a good deal of that had been used
up. Katie only had about thirty
rounds left and in a real fight that would not last long.
Reaching the base of the cliff she had descended
she began a slow wide circle through the
forest. She wanted to take the
Japanese unaware, not the other way
around.
Purwanto crouched silently behind a large
boulder. The firefight with the
women warriors was something that he definitely wanted no part
of. He had seen four of
His only satisfaction was in knowing that
He winced as another series of shots tore
through the forest. The bullets
came nowhere near him, but he had never been on the receiving end of gunfire
before and didn’t not like it one
bit. Holding his breath, as if
that would make any difference, he slowly got to his
feet. He had twenty feet of stone
as a shield, but the sound of the exploding mortar shells worried
him. What if, just by chance,
a chunk of metal came his way? It
was best to take no chances and so he moved a bit farther way from the area
of conflict.
He froze as he caught a hint of movement out
of the corner of his eye. Someone
else was moving stealthily through the
forest. Purwanto’s first
thought was that it was one of
Quickly he went to his knees and then watched
in breathless amazement as the blonde goddess he had seen stretched out on
the rocks quietly worked her way through the forest, moving stealthily from
tree to tree. He could hardly
believe his luck. Drawing his
knife he waited as she passed by, her feet only inches from his hiding
place.
She was crouched over; holding her rifle at
the ready. He made no sound that
he knew of, but some instinct must have alerted her, because as he raised
the knife to strike she partially turned and ducked
slightly. However, it was not
enough of a reaction to avoid his attack.
The pommel of his knife struck her at the base of her
skull. Without a sound her knees
buckled and she collapsed.
Hardly daring to believe his good fortune
Purwanto crouched over his unconscious
victim. The golden-haired goddess
lay sprawled on the ground, her arms and legs
akimbo. He thought that he had
never seen anything so beautiful or so
helpless. It seemed that fate
had delivered what he most wanted into his
hands. Holding his breath in
excitement he rolled her over and held his fingers to the great artery in
her throat. Her pulse was steady
and strong. As he had hoped the
blow to the nerve centre at the base of her skull had not permanently harmed
her. She would recover and a
slight moan from her perfect lips told him that even now she hovered on the
edge of consciousness.
He lifted a hank of her shoulder length
hair. It glinted in the sunlight
like spun gold and he couldn’t help wondering if the hair on more private
regions of her body was the same colour.
That thought had a certain part of his anatomy stiffening in
response. It was at that moment
that he decided to take full advantage of what providence had delivered to
him.
With fingers that trembled with excitement
he began to unbutton her khaki shirt.
He gazed in awe as the full swell of her bountiful breasts was
revealed. Each of the soft white
hemispheres was as full and ripe as a melon, and so large that he could not
encompass more than half of one in the palm of his
hand. For all that, they were
amazingly firm and as he squeezed them the woman let out another moan, her
lips parting seductively and her eyelids
fluttering.
Purwanto lifted her head and kissed her long
and hard, forcing his tongue into her mouth and stroking her strong white
teeth with its tip. The woman
moaned again and stirred slightly, warning of her advancing
consciousness.
Purwanto took his tongue out of her
mouth. It wouldn’t do if
she came to with her hands free while he was enjoying
her. Quickly he took off her
boots and pulled out the laces, and then turning her onto her stomach again
he pulled off her shirt and then skillfully bound her wrists behind her
back. Next, using his machete
he cut a length of bamboo and then chopping it down to size, forced it between
her teeth. He used another section
of bootlaces to tie the primitive gag in
place.
As he finished tying the gag in place he felt
the woman’s body stiffen. He
knew that she was conscious and that was verified a second later when the
muscles of her back and shoulders tightened as she tested her
bonds. Slowly he rolled her onto
her back.
The knee she brought up almost caught him
off guard. He had not been expecting
so violent a reaction from a woman just returning to consciousness, but he
had handled slaves for years. With
a grin he avoided the blow and pushing her flat on her back straddled her,
pinning her to the ground. Her
incredible blue eyes blazed as she caught sight of him for the first
time. In spite of the fact that
she was gagged and bound, her first reaction was one of
anger. He saw no fear in her
deep turquoise eyes, a situation he intended to remedy before he was through
with her.
She struggled wildly, grunting with the effort
as he unbuckled her belt. He
had already removed her sidearm and her trousers were
next. He slid the top of her
trousers over the smooth curve of her hips, revealing the fine clean lines
of her pelvic bones. It also
revealed something else, and that was that she was indeed blonde in other
places.
She was now struggling fiercely, her magnificent
breasts jiggling wildly and her entire body heaving with the effort, but
his weight pinned her and he knew she could not free her wrists from the
knots he had tied. No captive
he had ever bound had ever escaped, but she continued to struggle, her body
becoming flecked with perspiration and her breath coming in
gasps. She must have known that
her situation was hopeless, but she fought desperately, a situation that
served to make him even more excited.
With a grin he pulled her pants down over her
ankles. He had one length of
bootlaces left. Looping it about
her ankles he hogtied her and then hurriedly began to remove his own
clothes.
Katie’s wrists were rubbed raw; her jaw
ached from the crude bamboo gag; and her head throbbed from the cowardly
blow she had received, but she battled with every bit of strength she had
left. She cursed her overconfidence
and carelessness that had led her straight into an
ambush. She was now going to
pay for that mistake by being brutally
raped. The only thing she could
not understand was who her assailant was and why he had not turned her over
to the Japanese.
He appeared
Javanese. Sometime in the past
someone had decorated his face by slashing it with a knife, leaving a scar
that split his face in half. He
laughed at her as she struggled and said something in Javanese, a language
she did not speak, not that it mattered with the painful gag tied in her
mouth. The chunk of bamboo between
her teeth forced her jaws painfully
apart. If she could have screamed
she would have, not from terror, but in the hope that someone would
hear. Even the Japanese would
probably not treat her like this.
She twisted her body in a last futile effort
as her captor stripped. He had
taken off all of his clothing, his nude body gleaming with
sweat. She could see that he
was a powerfully built man, a fact that did not make her any happier about
what was going to happen. He
was fully aroused, his swollen phallus jutting toward his
navel. The sight caused her gut
to clench, but she tried not to show her fear.
It was bad enough to be raped
without crying like a frightened virgin.
He took her at his leisure, forcing her thighs
apart and mauling her breasts. She
winced as he dug his fingers into the malleable flesh of her breasts and
it took all of her strength not to cry out in pain as he sank his teeth into
her left breast, biting her on either side of her
nipple. She squirmed in pain
and then it got much worse as he began to force his way into
her.
She could not hold back a grunt of pain as
he penetrated her. Her vagina
was dry and her assailant ripped the inner lining of her jewel box as he
drove into her. He took his time,
obviously enjoying the pain he was causing her, grunting heavily as he stroked
deeper and deeper.
Katie gasped, saliva dripping from her gagged
mouth as he continued to brutalize her.
Every stroke of his engorged phallus tore at her causing her terrible
pain and mortification. Her breathing
quickened until she was panting from the pain and exhaustion of her cruel
ordeal. And still it went on,
seemingly never ending. Her attacker
was inexhaustible driving into her so hard that her backside was bruised
from the roughness of the ground beneath her
buttocks.
All the horror of previous rapes came back
to her, from the time she had been brutally deflowered in the jungles of
Finally with a carnal grunt
of satisfaction her assailant released into
her.
Getting to his feet he shook his now limp phallus scattering his remaining
seed and then pulling up his pants.
He said something to her in
Javanese. The meaning was lost
on her, but the tone of his voice was completely
derisive. He bent down and cut
the laces binding her hands to her feet, and then grabbing her hair, forced
her to her feet.
For Katie the action was
agonizing. Torn and bleeding
she could barely stand, but her assailant seemed oblivious to her
suffering. Pushing her in front
of him he guided her back the way she had
come. They didn’t have to
go far before they encountered the Japanese soldiers Katie had been trying
to flank. They looked at her
at first in surprise and then with undisguised lust as she tumbled
forward.
Someone else looked at her as well, but his
expression clouded by anger.
“Where did you get her?” the Japanese officer asked, “and
why was she not brought to me immediately?”
The Javanese thug who had raped her blurted
out his story, explaining how he had caught her just in time, thus saving
the lives of the Japanese soldiers she was
stalking. It was partially true,
but did not explain why he had taken the time to rape
her.
“So you caught her and kept her for
yourself,” the officer said when the Javanese had finished his
story.
“I brought her as soon as it was safe,”
the Javanese replied.
“As soon as it was safe for you,”
the officer sneered. “You
disobeyed my orders. If I did
not need you I would have you shot.”
The Javanese stammered out some reply Katie
did not quite hear. Her thoughts
were elsewhere, wondering what had happened to her
companions. There was no longer
any shooting and the mortar was not
firing. She expected the
worst. Either her friends had
been captured or were dead. Even
more miserable over her failure than over what had been done to her, she
staggered wretchedly forward
as the Japanese soldiers
seized her in response to his last order.
“Get her cleaned
up. I will deal with her
later.”
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