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A first Larra saw only green, interspersed
with sparkles of light. Then
her vision cleared and she realized that she was looking at rays of light
filtering through the leaves of some forest
giant. Her head was pounding
as if tiny explosions were going off inside her skull, and every inch of
her body ached, but especially her
backside.
She was lying on a soft bed of leaves.
She was quite comfortable where she was, but had a terrible need to
perform an urgent bodily function, so she tried to get
up. She found that someone had
looped strands of rope about her in order to make that
impossible. The rope was not
pulled, tight, however, and with a little effort and a considerable amount
of pain from her battered body, she was able to wriggle
free. Moving to the edge of the
platform she soon saw why she had been secured by the
rope. She was high in the upper
branches of one of the tallest of African
trees. She guessed that she must
have been at least one hundred feet off the
ground. A fall from that height
would not be survivable.
She moved to the edge of the platform and relieved
herself. Then she sat down to
rest and think. There was something
familiar about the situation she was in.
“Could it be possible?” she
wondered? What was the likelihood
of encountering John Grey in the heart of
She saw that close by there was a collection of rainforest fruit in a small
basket. It seemed to have been
left there for her convenience.
This was also very much like Grey’s
style. He was a vegetarian and
was quite knowledgeable about the varieties of edible plants available in
the rainforest.
She wondered at the absence of whomever had placed
her on the platform. Her restraints
had not been designed to hold her, just to keep her from falling if she rolled
over while she slept. There must
be some reason why she had been left
alone.
She was still very tired. The
beating she had suffered at the hands of the Nazis had left her very
weak. She ate some of the fruit
and then curled up on the bed of leaves and dropped
off.
She awoke a few hours later and ate a bit more
fruit. She was still alone.
Still too weak to go anywhere,
she slept again, this time covering herself with some of the leaves from
her bed, as night was approaching and with it lower
temperatures.
This time she slept through the night.
When she awoke the next time she was not
alone. Sitting across from her
was the man she had surmised was behind her amazing
rescue.
“Feeling better, Larra?” asked John
Grey. His handsome face was creased
by a smile. He was clearly glad
to see her.
Larra could not hide her pleasure at encountering the mysterious apeman once
more. She almost gushed like
a schoolgirl. “John Grey,
I guessed it was you. She could
feel a powerful stirring in her loins.
She had not had sex since leaving Grey the previous year, at not had
consensual sex. She loved
him very much, but his realm was the rainforest and its plants and creatures,
and hers was a life of adventure and travel while exploring archeological
sites around the world. They
had parted good friends, but Larra had missed the amorous part of their
relationship.
“I’m sorry I was not here when you awoke,” said Grey, “but
your injuries looked severe enough to require special
treatment. I brought you
this.” He held up a water
gourd.
“You went to the spring,” said
Larra.
Grey nodded. He was a man of
few words. He handed her the
gourd.
Larra drank deeply. Almost
immediately she could feel the powerful effect of the healing waters upon
her battered anatomy. The miraculous
waters would allow injuries that normally took days or weeks to mend to heal
in only a few hours. Gathering
strength, she accepted another offering.
Grey had also fetched a set of clothing for
her. It was very simple, consisting
of just a pair of shorts and a short-sleeved shirt, but it made her feel
better to cover her nakedness. She
dressed and then ate ravenously.
One of the side effects of the healing process was a powerful increase
in appetite. She soon consumed
all the food that Grey had provided.
Then she slept again, while he went to forage in the rainforest.
By early evening, Larra felt like her old self
again. During the day she and
Grey had filled one another in on the events of their lives while they had
been apart, until finally they reached Grey’s discovery of Larra in
the German camp.
“I was not actually looking for you, of course,” said
Grey. “You merely happened
to be the happy end result of my investigation of the
Ludendorff. As you know I do
have my sources, and when I received reports of a massive airship floating
over the Lost World I decided to
investigate. I arrived just in
time to see the Germans “questioning”
you. I was tempted to kill them,
but they were armed and that might have endangered you life, so I decided
to pull you to safety first. I
will have time to deal with the Germans
later. From all appearances that
airship is not going anywhere soon.
Did you have something to do with
that?”
“Something,” Larra agreed, smiling.
Grey leaned forward and took her hands in
his. “I have a little bone
to pick with you,
“Yes?” she replied.
“I underestimated you. I
did not think you had the ability to find your way to the healing waters
of the mystical spring I showed you.
It would not do if the entire world knew its
whereabouts. The secret of near
immortality is a powerful weapon.
Great nations would go to war for
it.”
Larra nodded. She knew where
the conversation was headed.
“But you did find the spring again.
And you took your friends.
And you took as much of the magical water with you as your airplane
would hold. Now too many know
of its location. There is a great
danger that the secret may leak out.”
“I trust my friends,” said
Larra. “They will not
tell.”
“If you trust them, then so do I, but secrets have a way of getting
out the more people there are who know about
them. Once only I knew the
secret. Now at least five people
know.”
Larra could understand Grey’s
concern. The mystical spring
did not exactly grant immortality, but it greatly extended the lives of those
who drank its waters. The knowledge
of such waters would be a powerful and extremely dangerous weapon in the
hands of those who chose to use it for evil.
“I am sorry John,” she said “but we will keep your
secret.”
Grey moved closer to her. “I
think you will,” he said.
“But I also think you should be
punished.”
“What do you have in mind?” asked Larra, catching the twinkle in
Grey’s eyes.
“Just this,” he said.
He kissed her on the forehead and as he did so he forced her arms behind
her back. Larra did not
resist. Grey had never done anything
like that before, but she trusted him
implicitly. Their lips met in
a long and passionate kiss. Then
with a sudden move, Grey broke off the kiss and shifted behind
her. He moved so quickly that
Larra had no time to react.
Maintaining his hold on her wrists with one powerful hand he looped
a short length of rope about them.
Larra felt her wrists drawn
together. In a few seconds her
hands were bound behind her back.
“John, what…?” she began, but her question was cut off as
Grey covered her lips with his again.
She struggled to free herself, but in those few seconds Grey had
effectively immobilized her arms.
He kissed her long and hard, intertwining his tongue with hers and
exploring her mouth and lips completely.
Larra began to pant
uncontrollably. Already there
was a dampness between her legs that she could not
stop. Grey’s act of binding
her had created a powerful erotic
reaction.
Larra had been bound many times by her enemies, but had never before been
aroused by such an action. Somehow,
when Grey did it, she was more sexually excited than she had ever been
before.
Grey removed his mouth from hers and ran his fingertips over her
face. The caress was gentle yet
extremely sensual. Then he began
to move his fingers lower, over her perfect neck and collarbones, approaching
the upper curve of her voluptuous
breasts. At the same time he
ran the tip of his tongue over her lips, and then
ever so gently over her cheek to the perfect shell of her left
ear. The dual caress drove Larra
wild with excitement, and she strained in her bonds, trying almost desperately
to escape.
Grey continued his kissing and stroking of Larra’s upper body for some
minutes. He held her in a sitting
position with one arm and caressed her with the
other. Although, she knew she
was perfectly safe with her former lover, the added touch of being bound
added an element of danger to their lovemaking that had not been there on
previous occasions. As his mouth
and fingers moved lower on her body, she arched her back, presenting her
breasts to him and almost begging him to take the luscious
hemispheres.
Now Grey was slowly and teasingly removing her
shirt. Releasing one button at
a time and pausing to kiss and fondle each new area of flesh that he
exposed. Larra squirmed in his
arms, thrusting herself hungrily against him, and wrapping her long legs
about his thighs.
Slowly the twin mounds of Larra’s majestic breasts came in to view,
hidden only by the thin fabric of her
bra. Grey lightly kissed each
globe of flesh, and then teased the cup off her left
breast. Lightly, using just the
tips of his fingers, he began to move his hand in slow circles around her
areola. Larra found the sensation
almost more than she could bear.
The pink teat, by now rigidly erect, begged
to be sucked or licked or tweaked, but Grey did none of these
things. Instead each time he
approached her rose-tipped buds, he moved his fingers
away.
“Mmmmmm!”
A moan of pure passion
escaped Larra’s lips as Grey’s extended foreplay
continued. Finally, he moved
his mouth down over her swollen nipple and kissed the hard pointed
tip. Stimulating her teat even
further with his tongue he then engulfed it with his mouth and suckled her
like a babe.
Grey was now fully on top of the helpless female adventurer and working her
over with both hands. He slid
her shirt off her smoothly muscled shoulders and finished removing her
bra. For a few seconds he paused
in his lovemaking to simply study the magnificent woman he was about to have
sex with.
Larra still wore her shorts, but what was revealed to Grey’s eyes was
magnificent beyond comparison.
Despite the fact that Larra was now over thirty years of age, the
restorative powers of the mystical waters of the magic spring gave her the
firm and youthful body of a girl of
fifteen. Years of training in
the martial arts, coupled with hard exercise had given her a physique that
was both well muscled and yet supple.
Large, high, cantaloupe-sized breasts graced her splendid rib
cage. They were like great ripe
fruits, but so firm that they hardly quivered as she continued her instinctive
struggles against her bonds. Her
superb upper body tapered down into what seemed an impossibly small waist
that disappeared into the khaki material of her light
shorts.
Loosening her belt, Grey revealed the lovely contours of her hipbones, as
they framed her flat, taut pelvis.
Drawing her shorts down exposed the creamy white skin of her powerful
thighs, and the dark triangle of her treasure
mound.
Her face was a marvel of perfection.
It was framed by long dark hair that contained hints of copper and
spread out on the bed of leaves like the rippling mane of a
lion. High cheekbones hinted
at her part Asian heritage and provided a perfect setting for her blazing
violet eyes. An aquiline nose
set over a bow-shaped mouth completed a picture of incredible
beauty. There were few women
in the world who could stand side by side with
Now this goddess lay helpless before him, albeit with her own
cooperation. A mighty erection
stirred between Grey’s legs.
Quickly, he finished undressing Larra, and settled himself between
her splayed legs.
Larra was ready for him. She
wanted no more foreplay.
“Take me, John,” she
pleaded.
Grey needed no further urging. His
erection was throbbing with such force that he felt as if it would explode
if he delayed any longer.
“Oooohhh! Aaahhh!
Larra exclaimed as Grey thrust
into her. He was a very big man,
and she retained her almost virginal
tightness. It was well that her
vagina was wet with vaginal fluid, otherwise she
would have experienced considerable pain.
Grey was a very compassionate and considerate
lover. In their first meeting
he and Larra had made love on as many occasions as
possible. He had come to know
something of her sexual needs and moods.
He knew that under the right circumstances Larra liked a little bit
of rough sex. Her acceptance
of the bondage and the urgent demands of her body told him that she was in
that sort of mood now. Still,
he did not want to cause her severe pain, just hurt her a little, and so
he proceeded to enter her in a controlled
manner.
His first thrust penetrated deeply, but not too
deeply. Then he withdrew, even
as Larra wrapped her powerful legs about him, trying to draw him
deeper. Grey thrust in again,
and then began a slow steady rhythmical pumping, sinking deeper within her
with each thrust. At the same
time he continued to massage and suck her breasts, switching every now and
then to her lips and neck.
“Oooohhhnnnn!”
Larra
moaned.
“Harder!
Faster!” she implored.
Grey ignored her. Another secret
of pleasing Larra was to make her beg for more, as she was
now. Eventually, Grey knew, he
would have her screaming in orgasmic
ecstasy.
Deeper and deeper he thrust into the moaning, begging, crying
adventuress. Larra writhed
and twisted in both pain and pleasure.
Her back arched almost impossibly, and her thighs tightened so tightly
about him that Grey’s breath was almost squeezed from his
body.
“Oh
John,” Larra
gasped.
“Deeper,
deeper!”
This time Grey complied, burying himself to the
hilt in Larra’s throbbing vagina.
“AAAAHHHHAAA!!” Larra’s screaming orgasm showed
him that he had done his job well, but he was not finished
yet. He continued to drive into
her bringing her to orgasm again and again, until finally climaxing
himself. Then he took her in
his arms, and held her sweat-soaked, gasping body close to
his. They kissed again, this
time gently, and still holding one another tight, nodded off to
sleep.
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