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Larra’s
Mayan Adventure
Schroeder had hardly climbed off Amy before
the next man took his place. This
man was huge, and almost as well endowed as
Schroeder. He turned Amy over
so that she now lay face up on the dais.
Amy’s firm breasts provided an inviting target and the man bent
his head and took one of her erect nipples in his mouth and sucked hard,
drawing the blood to the surface of her
teat. Amy squirmed in discomfort,
trying to force him from her, but his great weight pinned her to the
stone. Then unbuttoning his pants,
the German pulled out his erect phallus and thrust it into
her. Still sore from the rough
treatment she had received from Gonzales and Schroeder, Amy let out a mighty
shriek. She continued screaming
as the powerful man drove deeper and deeper into
her. Her only good fortune was
that the man ejaculated after only about a minute and
withdrew. Unfortunately, he was
immediately replaced by another in a long line of Germans who were queued
up waiting their turn. Amy screamed
again. It was going to be a long
and painful experience.
WHOOMP! A powerful
explosion occurred directly in front of
Amy. Then there was another and
another. In all there were more
than a half dozen explosions in quick
succession. These were followed
by a fusillade of gunfire. All
around her men were screaming and
falling. Amy slid off the dais
and tried to shelter herself as best she could.
On the roof of the palace Larra and Katie
had been galvanized into action by the sight of Amy’s
ordeal. Larra had not intended
to act so soon, but she threw caution to the winds when she beheld Amy’s
plight. Noticing that the helpless
woman that the Germans were ravishing was screened by their bodies, Larra
had gambled that if she used the hand grenades she had taken, Amy would be
spared their effect.
The Germans were caught completely off
guard. So intent had they been
on the spectacle of Amy’s rape that they did not even react to the carnage
that was taking place around them for several
seconds. And when they did react,
they dashed off in all directions, offering no organized
resistance. It was every man
for himself as the terrified men ran for the shelter
of the palace doorways.
Larra and Katie had followed up their grenade
attack with the small arms they carried.
Katie fired round after round at the fleeing Germans, while Larra
blazed away with her submachine gun, switching to her .45 when she ran out
of magazines. By that time, there
were very few living targets left.
About thirty Germans lay dead and dying in the
courtyard. A number had fled
through the main entrance. Many
more had sought refuge in the many doorways of the
palace. A few were now beginning
to fire back.
Larra and Katie ducked down as the bullets
whizzed past them. “See
if you can pinpoint where the gunfire is coming from,” said
Larra. “And I will try to
eliminate them.”
Katie did as she was instructed, while Larra
ran along the top of the palace keeping away from the inner courtyard to
avoid being a target. Katie assumed
a prone position and sniped back at the
enemy. She had the advantage
of higher ground and so was able to keep the enemy pinned down quite
effectively. Larra used Katie
as a guide, heading for the areas of the palace that she was shooting
at. Perching overtop of the doorways
where the Germans were hiding, Larra dropped grenades into the
doorways. The screams of injured
men told her that her attack had been
successful.
Tying her rope to an ornament on top of the
roof, Larra swung down into the
courtyard. She still had four
grenades left, and she ran along the open doorways of the palace, tossing
a grenade into each one. After
using her last grenade, she ducked into the
room. Inside were the bodies
of two Germans that her last grenade had
killed. Larra scavenged a rifle
and three grenades from the dead Germans, and continued her
rampage. Three more grenades
cleared the last of the Germans from the
palace. “This is almost
too easy,” she muttered.
Cautiously, she stepped away from the shelter of the palace
wall. She had to get out to Amy
and that meant exposing herself to danger, but it was a risk she had to
take. On the roof, Katie rose
to her feet and kept her covered.
Larra reached Amy’s huddled figure without
incident. Many of the Germans
she passed were wounded, but none of them tried to oppose
her. She knelt by her friend’s
side and lifted her head. Amy
stirred. It appeared that she
was in complete shock. “Not
surprising,” thought Larra, “after what she’s been
through.” She did not stop
to consider that she had been through the same ordeal
herself. She knew that Amy was
not quite as tough as she was and did not expect it of
her.
Taking her arm, Larra led Amy into the shelter
of one of the palace rooms. The
battered young woman could hardly walk.
Katie joined them. She
had swung down on the same rope Larra had
used. “There are still Germans
scattered about the city,” Katie said, “But most of them appeared
to be headed back the way they came.
However, I saw Schroeder and a few of his men climbing up the great
temple.”
“He must still be looking for the crystal
skull,” said Larra.
“I’ll have to go after him.”
“Just you?” said
Katie. “What about
me?”
“Amy needs you,” Larra
replied. “You stay here
and look after her. See if you
can find the key to those handcuffs.
I’ll deal with Schroeder.”
Katie nodded her
assent. When it came to matters
of importance Larra was the boss.
Larra went to the doorway.
“Keep your eye on the wounded
Germans. Some of them might try
to get up to something.”
Katie nodded again, and Larra moved out into
the courtyard. She took a few
seconds to scrounge up some ammunition clips for her submachine gun and then
headed out the main door of the palace.
Katie had been
right. What Germans were left
in the city seemed to have taken off.
Before her loomed the bulk of the city’s great central
pyramid. Larra estimated that
it stood at least 200 feet high.
Climbing up the hundreds of steps to the top would leave her exposed
to anyone at the top. She would
be a sitting duck. Even now anyone
on the temple platform would be able to pick her off quite easily if he simply
bothered to look over the edge.
Larra kept her eye on the top of the pyramid, watching for any hint
of opposition. Slowly, she circled
the pyramid, and found what she hoped Schroeder had
overlooked.
It was a small doorway concealed in an alcove
at the base of the pyramid. Larra
entered the doorway and found herself at the bottom of a long flight of
stairs. Now, the question was,
did the stairs provide an alternate route to the
top? Larra took her torch from
her pack and turned it on. As
she started up the stairs, she thought of the conversation she and Katie
had had, about whether it should be called a torch or a
flashlight. She smiled and continued
her climb.
It was very dank inside the
pyramid. Apparently there was
no way for the air to circulate inside the
structure. Larra counted the
steps as she climbed. About 400
steps should take her to the top, provided the stairway went that
far. The high levels of humidity
inside the temple soon had Larra sweating
profusely. Soon her clothes were
completely soaked. She drank
liberally from her canteen.
Becoming dehydrated in this situation would be
fatal. Larra had counted 300
steps when she suddenly came to a large
room. The light of her torch
picked out an altar in the center of the
room. She raised the light higher
and was almost blinded by a glaring
reflection. Quickly she lowered
her torch, and then shielding her eyes slowly raised it
again. There on the center of
the altar was a crystal skull; very much like the two that Himmler had shown
her, but slightly larger.
Larra approached the amazing object
cautiously. Carefully she ran
her hand over its ghostly smoothness.
It was both frightening and
fascinating. It was the most
terrible and most beautiful artifact that Larra had ever
seen. The skull exuded a deadly
malevolence that was almost hypnotic.
Larra held her breath as she caressed
it. She was so caught up in the
ecstasy of her discovery that she failed to detect the stealthy sound of
someone creeping down the upper staircase.
A blinding light suddenly shone in her
eyes. At the same time a voice
she had come to dread spoke quietly.
“Please do not make me shoot you, Fraueulein, we have had too
much pleasure together.”
Larra
froze. It was Schroeder again,
and she had let him get the drop on her.
Blinded by the light of his torch, she was an easy
target. Any sudden move and he
would gun her down. “I
see,” said Schroeder, “that you have finally done what we
asked. You have found the crystal
skull. Unfortunately, since you
broke the contract, you will not be rewarded as we had
intended. However, there is one
more service that I think you can do for me.”
Larra shuddered, she knew exactly what the
man meant. Although still almost
blinded by the light that Schroeder held, Larra was able to determine that
there were two other men with him.
It seemed unlikely that she would be able to take them all with the
light of Schroeder’s torch shining in her
eyes.
With a flash of inspiration, Larra knew what
she must do. Her hands were still
on the skull. Without a word
she raised the gleaming object over her
head. “Do you really want
this, Herr Schroeder? I would
be careful if I were you, I might just drop it.”
“You silly bitch,” replied
Schroeder, “It is quartz
crystal. One of the hardest
substances known. It will not
break if you drop it.”
“Perhaps not,” Larra replied, “but
can you afford to take that chance?
I expect the Reichsfuhrer will not be happy if you bring back a skull
that is in less than perfect condition.”
As she spoke, Larra moved steadily away from
the three Germans, back toward the staircase she had
climbed.
“Stop moving,” Schroeder
warned. “I will
shoot.”
“If you do you might hit the skull,”
said Larra, continuing her slow movement.
Schroeder moved to intercept
her. It gave Larra the opportunity
she had been waiting for. She
still remembered vividly the effect the skull had had on her and Amy when
they had visited Himmler’s
headquarters. She was still holding
her torch in her hand, along with the
skull. Pulling the skull close
to her body, she held the torch below it and shone the light into the base
of the skull. The effect was
startlingly similar to what had happened when Himmler had opened the curtains
in his office. Light blazed from
the eyes of the skull, but it was light that was amplified many times by
the peculiar qualities the skull
possessed. The light was intensely
blinding, and it shone fully on Schroeder and his
henchmen. Without thinking, all
three men shielded their eyes from the brilliant
glare. In that brief instant,
Larra dropped her torch, drew her .45 and
fired. Although she could not
see her targets clearly in the glaring light of Schroeder’s torch, the
screams of agony that burst from the throats of Schroeder’s men told
her that her bullets had struck home.
But there was no scream from
Schroeder.
Cradling the skull, Larra dove to the right
and rolled into the darkness.
Schroeder’s torch shone its beam across the floor, but Schroeder
was not holding it anymore. The
torch was lying on the floor, and Schroeder was
gone.
As the echoes of her gunfire died away, Larra
could hear the frantic scrambling as Schroeder clambered up the stairway
that led to the top of the pyramid.
Somehow, he had escaped again.
Retrieving her torch, Larra dashed to the
bottom of the stairway. Was Schroeder
still running or was he waiting to ambush
her? She decided to proceed with
caution. First, she returned
the skull to the altar, and then she turned off her
torch. In pitch darkness she
moved with great caution up the stairs.
When she took her time, Larra could move without
making a sound, and she took her time
now. The staircase shifted back
and forth, zigzagging up the inside of the
pyramid. Every turn in the stairway
was a place for a possible ambush.
But each time, there was no one
there. Eventually, Larra caught
a glimmer of light from the top of the
stairway. She was close to the
top of the pyramid. Silently,
Larra edged up the final stairway.
She was completely vulnerable to an
ambush. A grenade tossed down
the stairs would find her unable to avoid
it. The stairway ended at floor
level. Cautiously, Larra poked
her head out. There was no sign
of anyone and she climbed the last few steps.
She found herself in a large room on top of
the pyramid. In front of her
four large stone pillars framed the area outside of the
room. On either side of her the
walls were draped in large cotton wallhangings, decorated with bright drawings
of heroic episodes in the history of the
city. Beyond the pillars was
the sacrificial and ceremonial area of the
temple. A grim blood splattered
chac
mool was right in the center of the
platform. There was no sign of
Schroeder. Had he abandoned the
pyramid and descended the outside stairs?
Crouching, Larra moved to the edge of the
pillars, standing just under the overhang of the
roof. In the distance thunder
rumbled. A storm was
brewing. The thunder rumbled
again, and at that instant something moved behind her and to her
left. One of the wallhangings
was falling about her! In a few
seconds it had completely enveloped her
body. Schroeder had hidden behind
the wallhanging, and as she passed had attacked her from
behind. The sound of the thunder
had masked his attack.
The weight of his body bore her to the
ground. Her .45 from flew from
her hand and skittered across the stone
floor. Tangled in the wallhanging,
Larra was unable to use her martial arts
skills. It was like being enmeshed
in a net, and Schroeder made sure that Larra did not get her hands or arms
free of its entrapping folds. It
became a contest of pure strength, and Schroeder held the advantage in that
department.
Schroeder wrapped his arms about the struggling
female explorer, pinning her arms to her sides and compressing her breasts
against her body. Using his
considerable strength, he attempted to squeeze her into submission by forcing
the air out of her lungs. Larra
gasped under the immense pressure, aware that if he succeeded she would pass
out from lack of oxygen.
Schroeder squeezed as hard as he could, putting
every once of his strength into the
effort. For Larra it was like
being in a immense vise that was slowly, but inexorably closing on
her. Using all of her strength,
Larra resisted the intense pressure, forcing herself to breathe slowly and
steadily, preventing Schroeder from crushing her
ribcage.
Schroeder changed
tactics. Shifting his body, he
wrapped his legs around Larra’s enshrouded body and released his
arms. Now Larra was subjected
to crushing pressure. She felt
sure her ribs were going to crack.
Gasping with pain, she fought to remain conscious as her vision
clouded. Then she felt something
that sent a thrill of intense fear through
her. Schroeder had removed his
braces and was stretching them around her
torso. Desperately, Larra increased
her struggles. She had to find
a way to break free or it would be too late, she would be helpless to resist
whatever else Schroeder had planned.
Larra’s breath came in huge gasps, as
she fought to break free. Sweat
poured off her body, soaking her clothes as if she had been caught in the
rain that was now pelting down outside.
But try as she might, she could not escape Schroeder’s powerful
embrace. The braces were pulled
tight about her arms, cinching them in
place. She then felt the pressure
of Schroeder’s legs release, as he shifted position again to take advantage
of her now worsening situation.
Still covered by the wallhanging, Larra was
pushed face down onto the floor and Schroeder climbed on top of
her. With her arms pinned to
her sides, she was helpless to stop him.
Then she felt his hands on her boot, as he bent her leg toward
him. With a rush of déjà
vu Larra felt her boot being unlaced.
Schroeder was following his previous
plan. She knew she had only a
few seconds to break free or she would be too trussed up to
escape. And then he would be
free to do anything he wanted. One
taste of that had been more than enough for Larra.
She attempted to pull her foot away from his
grasp, but he held it in a viselike grip.
Her boot came off and Schroeder pulled the lace from
it. A few seconds later, Larra
felt him looping the lace about her
ankles. She kicked her legs
frantically, but he drew the bootlace tight, pulling her feet
together. Now her arms were pinned
and her legs were immobilized.
Schroeder removed her other boot, and then slid the wallhanging from
her lower body, so that he could reach her
arms. Seizing her right wrist
he tied it tight with the other bootlace, and then lashed it to her left
wrist, tying her hands behind her back.
Larra was now utterly helpless.
She was entirely at Schroeder’s
mercy.
Larra felt the braces encircling her arms
being removed. With her hands
tied, Schroeder no longer need them.
Then the wallhanging was pulled off and she was able to see her attacker
for the first time.
Schroeder stood over her, gloating at his
conquest. “For a woman of
such great intelligence,
Exhausted and demoralized, Larra did not
answer. He realized that
Schroeder’s taunting was intended to elicit a response from her, and
she would not give him that satisfaction.
With scarcely any effort Schroeder picked
Larra up and carried her over to the bloodstained
Chac
Mool. It would be a perfect
platform for his enjoyment of his
captive. Returning to the inside
of the temple, Schroeder pulled down several more
wallhangings. Folding these up,
he draped them across the
Chac
Mool. Then he lay Larra
upon the sacrificial altar. He
grinned hugely. She would be
a different type of sacrifice.
“The last time, Larra,” Schroeder
said, as her began to unbutton her shirt,
“I did not take enough time to really enjoy your
charms. I seem to have more time
now.”
Outwardly, Larra showed no response, but inside
she quaked. Her first encounter
with the brutal German had been quite long enough.
“I hope that you do not object to my
use of your first name, Larra, but I feel that we know each other quite well
by now.” As he finished
speaking, Schroeder undid the last button on Larra’s
shirt. With deliberate slowness,
Schroeder pulled her shirt open, exposing Larra’s high firm breasts,
now concealed only by her sweat-soaked
bra. Her perfect pink nipples
showed clearly through the damp fabric. In fear, Larra’s bosom heaved
involuntarily. “Very nice,
very nice,” commented Schroeder.
Schroeder’s knife appeared in his
hand. Gently he scraped its razor
edge across the upper part of Larra's right
breast. Almost paralyzed with
fear, Larra held her breath. She
knew that no act was beyond this cruel
brute. Schroeder laughed at her
discomfiture. “Do not worry,
Larra, I would not damage anything so beautiful, at least not until I am
finished with it.” And then
with a quick movement, intended to further frighten his captive he sliced
through the fabric of her shirt, cutting it away first from her shoulders,
and then from her arms, leaving just a tattered rag that he threw to one
side. Then, tantalizingly, he
drew the point of the knife over her brassiere, keeping up just enough pressure
to cause the sharp point to slice through the thin
material. Bravely, Larra did
not flinch as the cold steel scratched the surface of her
body. It touched her hard enough
to trace a thin line over her velvet skin, but not hard enough to actually
draw any blood.
Schroeder put the knife
away. He then placed his hands
on her bare shoulders, and swept them slowly over her
collarbones. Reaching her
breasts, he slid his fingers under each of the cups of her bra, letting his
hands play over her nipples. He
gave each of Larra’s ripe breasts a gentle squeeze and then seizing
each cup of the bra, tore the flimsy fabric apart exposing her stunning breasts
to the open air. It required
but a second more to snap each of the bra straps and toss the garment onto
the temple floor beside the shirt.
Schroeder put his mouth to each nipple, sucking
them erect in turn.
“Ah,” he exclaimed,
“it is so sad that you did not see things my way back in
Larra still did not reply, only her agitated
breathing showed that she was in any way affected by what Schroeder was doing.
“You are very quiet, Larra,” he said, “but I expect that you
are about be become noisier.”
Schroeder retrieved two fragments of Larra’s
shirt. “We would not want
our little party to be disturbed would we?” he said as he stuffed one
of the pieces of her sweat-soaked shirt into her
mouth.
Larra retched as the gag was inserted into
her mouth, but Schroeder used the other piece of shirt to bind it firmly
in place. “ I regret that
the gag will make it impossible for us to kiss when we make love, Schroeder
taunted, “but I don’t think you are in a kissing mood are
you?”
Schroeder was now fussing with her
belt. In a few seconds it was
undone, and he proceeded to unbutton her
pants. Her ankles were still
bound, but Schroeder took out his knife again and slashed through the
laces. Turning her over so that
she could not kick him easily, Schroeder pulled Larra’s pants
off. Now only her filmy panties
afforded her any privacy. Warily
watching out for a back kick, Schroeder pulled her last remaining garment
from her.
Schroeder gave Larra’s bruised bottom
a pat. “I see you still
bear the marks of our last encounter,” he
commented. “Perhaps I can
refresh them for you after we have made
love.” He rolled Larra onto
her back again, and forced her legs
apart. Larra tried a surprise
kick, but he was expecting it and caught her
ankle. Then he stepped between
her splayed legs, effectively moving inside her kicking
range.
Larra almost wept in
despair. She was now totally
open to Schroeder’s attentions.
The pain and humiliation of their last encounter was still fresh in
her mind, and now he had her at his mercy once again, and Schroeder was not
a man to show any mercy. Larra
steeled herself for the ordeal to come.
Schroeder truly was in no
hurry. Slowly, almost tantalizingly,
he began to caress every part of her
body. He started with her quivering
breasts, sucking and massaging them into a state of
excitement. In spite of her peril,
Larra flushed deep red as her body unconsciously responded to Schroeder’s
stimulation. She found it extremely
embarrassing as her nipples became engorged and her breasts began to firm
under the encouragement of his hands and
tongue. It took all of her
self-control to keep her back from arching in response to Schroeder’s
relentless stimulation.
Despite her self-restraint, Schroeder seemed
well aware of what he was doing to Larra and kept up a constant derisive
running commentary. “I see
you like that, don’t you, Larra?
You are becoming aroused, in spite of yourself aren’t you, my
sweet? Soon you will be begging
me for more.”
Larra was a long way from begging Schroeder
for anything, except perhaps mercy.
But she knew that would be a lost cause, even if she hadn’t been
gagged and unable to speak.
Schroeder cupped her mound of
Venus. For a few seconds he gently
rubbed the sensitive area. Larra
had to use all of her will power to keep form moving her pelvis under his
hand. “Ah, almost got you
there didn’t I?”
Schroeder gloated.
“Soon you will be ready for
me.” He inserted his middle
finger into her vagina, forcing apart her
labia. “Let’s see how
wet you are,” he said, as he probed deeper, pushing his finer all the
way past his second knuckle.
“Mmm!” he exclaimed, “still tight as
a nun! But a little moister than
last time. I think you are coming
around.”
Larra willed herself to lie perfectly
still. It was her only way of
defying him. She had to deny
him the satisfaction of seeing that he was stimulating or hurting her in
any way. But it was becoming
increasingly more difficult to deny him that pleasure.
Schroeder reached behind Larra’s
thighs. “I think you need
a little more moisture,” he said.
Encircling her thighs with his powerful arms, he lifted her lower
body from the altar. The action
forced Larra’s genitals into a position in front of Schroeder’s
mouth. His tongue flicked between
the lips of her vagina and then rose to tickle her
clitoris. Larra’s heavy
breathing intensified. This was
sheer torture! How long could
she hold out against such an outrageous assault on her private
parts? If she lay still and let
him continue, he would lubricate her vagina and stimulate her clitoris until
some response was forced from her.
If she struggled to escape, she would give him the satisfaction of
knowing that his torture was succeeding, and he would continue to do it
anyway.
“Mmmpphh!” A low moan of protest escaped Larra’s gagged
mouth. She was immediately mortified
at her reaction, knowing that Schroeder would take it the wrong
way.
“Ja, Fraulein!” exulted
Schroeder. “I think you
are almost ready. But I will
just prepare you some more.”
So saying, Schroeder continued to perform cunnilingus on the defenseless
female. After a few minutes,
Schroeder lowered Larra’s derriere to the altar once again, but continued
to probe her vagina with his tongue.
He kept one hand wrapped around Larra’s thigh, but dropped the
other hand to his trousers and stealthily unbuttoned his
fly. Within moments, he had released
his huge and throbbing sex organ.
Larra tensed her
body. She could sense that something
was coming and a deep dread filled the pit of her
stomach. Despite the post-rain
coolness of the air, her body was perspiring freely, sweat running in rivulets
from her body.
Schroeder raised his head from her vagina,
and mounted the defenseless woman.
Larra began to pant, her chest heaving so violently that her perfect
globular breasts quivered like jelly.
Willing herself to lie quietly, so as to give Schroeder the least
amount of satisfaction, Larra readied herself for what she knew would be
a frightening experience.
With Schroeder’s weight fully upon her,
she could not see his huge phallus, but she soon felt it pressing against
her labia. She gritted her teeth,
as he began to penetrate her.
“You are so wonderfully tight, Larra,”
said Schroeder, as he pushed into her.
Already he could feel the natural tightness of Larra’s vagina
slowing his progress, despite his preparation of
her. It was a sensation that
aroused him almost beyond belief.
“What a magnificent woman you are,” he
exulted. “I could happily
fuck you forever.”
Larra tightened her vagina, attempting to
lock him out. That tactic had
succeeded for a short time during the Schroeder’s first violation of
her body. Feeling Larra’s
vaginal sheath constrict even more than it already was, Schroeder immediately
realized what Larra had done.
“I see you are attempting to prolong my pleasure,” he said,
“and I have no olive oil this time.
So I will just have to try harder.
It is fortunate that I am not in any hurry at this
time.”
So saying, Schroeder thrust into her with
renewed vigor. Each repeat thrust resulted in another millimeter of
penetration. Larra held out as
long as she could, but the mounting pain in her vagina was becoming too much
for her to bear in silence.
Schroeder was now five inches into her, and was forcing her stubborn
vagina apart.
Tears began to flow freely from Larra’s
eyes. She was in terrible agony,
but still she held out. Six inches,
and Larra began to writhe. Pinned
hopelessly by Schroeder’s huge organ, she still sought to
escape. Seven inches and Larra
could endure it no more.
“Mmmpphhj!”
she cried through the
gag.
“Mmmmppppphhh!!” She began to thrash from side to side,
causing her swollen breasts to swing in time to her
struggles.
“That’s it, Fraulein, that’s
it!” Schroeder
shouted. And he lunged against
her, penetrating to the full extent of his huge member as Larra’s defenses
collapsed.
“Mmmmppppphhh!!” Larra attempted a scream that would
have been heard over the entire city had she not been gagged.
“Mmmpppphhhh!
Mmmmpppphhhh!”
She cried out again and again, as Schroeder raped
her. She was almost crazed with
the agony of the assault, but Schroeder was not
finished. He intended to prolong
the pain and pleasure for as long as he
could.
It took Schroeder a good hour to finish
Larra. Blood oozed from her ravaged
vagina. She had been brutally
raped once again. Triumphantly,
Schroeder withdrew from the weeping
woman. He removed the gag so
that he could listen to her sobs.
“You have ruined my plans, bitch,” he said with great enmity,
“but I have extracted some measure of
revenge. Give me an hour and
we will continue our session.”
Moving under the overhang, Schroeder pulled one of the wallhangings about himself, and seemed to doze off. Larra was left to herself. Schroeder seemed to have forgotten that her legs were no longer tied. For a few minutes, she could do no more than continue to shed tears, but slowly, Larra’s natural resilience asserted itself. She got herself under control and attempted to stand up. She almost screamed with the pain that surged through her vagina. Schroeder had raped her raw. She could barely walk. The horrible realization set in that she was too weak to escape. All that she could do was await Schroeder’s next assault.
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