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If we are going to catch Featherstone
we will have to get going. He
must have at least a four day head start on us by
now. Larra had finished
dressing. It had been so warm
in the shelter that she had stripped off most of her clothing and just slept
under the fur robes that Sergius had
provided.
Melissa merely nodded. She had
been quite comfortable with the Inuit family, but knew that it made no sense
to stay any longer than necessary.
She tried to think of the Inuit word for goodbye, but realized that
she had not learned it, so she just smiled her thanks at the Inuit
family.
Larra did likewise, and then did something Melissa thought
strange. Handing her rifle and
ammunition to Sergius, she signed that the Inuit hunter should keep
it. She noted Melissas
look of surprise.
Dont worry, she
said. Ive got a couple
more back at the plane. And
youve seen his rifle. It
looks like it was designed during the Napoleonic
Wars.
The look of delight on Sergius face told Melissa that Larra had done
the right thing. She nodded,
and pulled her hood forward.
Lets get going.
Never can tell what the weather will be
like.
Outside the shelter it was clear and cold.
Fortunately, there was no
wind.
How far is the plane? asked
Melissa.
Not far. And it is almost
all down hill. You spent a lot
of time walking in circles when you came this
way.
Melissa coloured. Yes,
I didnt make a very good job of it did
I?
On the contrary. Escaping
into the barrens without food water or any gear was as courageous an act
as Ive ever seen. You did
very well, Miss Gallant.
Melissa found herself blushing even more.
She was glad that no one could see her face under her parka
hood. She turned to wave to the
family of Inuit. All of them
had followed her and Larra out of the
shelter.
Larra waved as well, and then they were
off. As Larra had said, most
of it was down hill and they made good
time. Melissa reflected on how
different this trek was from the agonized journey she had made only two days
before. There was still about
an hour of daylight left when they came within sight of the
Larra slowed her pace as she approached the
lake. The three planes were there,
just as Larra had left them, but something seemed
changed. Then she knew what it
was. There were
double the number of footprints around the planes that there had been
before. That meant that Featherstone
and his men had returned during her
absence. Larra felt the hair
rise on the back of her neck. If
they had returned, then that might
mean
Raise your hands
Both Larra and Melissa felt the bottoms drop out of their
stomachs. The cool cultured voice
was unmistakable.
Featherstone!
Larra eased her hand toward the buttons on her
parka. I wouldnt
do that If I were you
As Featherstone spoke, several men rose into view to the right of the two
women. Behind them several more
appeared. They were surrounded
and in the open. Resignedly,
Larra raised her hands as did Melissa.
Featherstone did not move.
Take off your parkas, he
ordered. Both of
you.
Larra and Melissa did as they were
ordered. Thought so,
said Featherstone. Remove
your sidearm,
Gingerly, Larra removed the restraining snap, and then very slowly, just
using her thumb and forefinger she pulled the .45 from its holster and dropped
it into the snow. One of
Featherstones men then came forward and picked it
up. Immediately, he stepped away
from the two women so as to avoid blocking the line of fire of the men who
had their rifles leveled at them.
Well, said the Englishman, a triumphant smile on his
face. We seem to have made
a good start. Lets get
rid of the rest of those bulky garments.
Larra and Melissa gave Featherstone a sharp
look. Thats
right. Take off those bulky
sweaters.
If we do, we will freeze, said Larra calmly, and then what
good would we be to you?
Oh, you might freeze. But
not right away. It cant
be much more than twenty or thirty degrees below
freezing. In the meantime I will
be able to make sure that you are not concealing any more
weapons. And please always remember,
that I can have either of you shot at any time and I am not a really patient
man.
Larra could see that arguing was not going to get her anywhere and feared
that she was endangering Melissa.
With great reluctance she slowly pulled her sweater over her
head. Beside her Melissa followed
suit.
Both women felt a deep fear, like a great lump of lead lying in their
stomachs. They knew exactly what
Featherstone intended, but were helpless to do anything about
it.
Larras sweater came off as did
Melissas. They were dressed
in layers as was the custom in the frigid
north. Underneath the top sweater
Larra and Melissa each wore another sweater and a
shirt. And beneath that, each
woman wore a heavy cotton vest.
Garment by garment the slow striptease
continued. Both women tried to
draw out the procedure for as long as
possible. Perhaps something would
happen before they were finished.
But nothing did. Eventually both women were down to just the
vests. Beneath that last item
of clothing were their support garments and nothing
else. They felt the eyes of every
man upon them. Most of them wore
smirks as they watched the women going through their forced
striptease. Larra
shuddered. She recognized most
of the men as those who had raped her in the cabin just a few days
ago.
Melissa shivered and looked at Larra.
The adventuress seemed to be oblivious to the biting
cold. Then Melissa remembered
reading how her sensei in
Both women stopped undressing.
Come on ladies, dont stop
now. You have reached the most
interesting point.
Just what point is there? Larra
asked. You are just going
to kill us anyway. Why should
we provide you with any
entertainment?
The point is,
Bastard, Larra thought.
Ill do it if for no other reason than to make sure I last
long enough to remove his gonads.
She grabbed the bottom of her vest and pulled it over her
head. Melissa, taking her cue
from her mentor, followed suit.
They were now naked from the waist up except for their cotton
bras.
Now the undergarments ladies.
Lets see it all.
Stretching her arms behind her, Larra unsnapped her
bra. Beside her a shivering Melissa
did the same.
Worth the wait, wasnt it, boys, leered Featherstone as
the womens breasts swung free.
A chorus of jeers and hoots came from the rest of the assembled
men. Melissa tried to cover her
nakedness with her arms, but Larra stood proud, not deigning to cringe before
the band of gawking thugs. Seeing
this, Melissa dropped her hands and stood
upright. Despite the cold a slow
flush suffused her cheeks and moved down her neck to her
shoulders.
Isnt she the modest one? exclaimed
Featherstone. Melissa found herself
blushing even more furiously, but what he said next drained the colour from
her features. Dont
worry, my dear, when Ive finished with you, your modesty will be the
last thing you will be worried
about. The tone in his
voice dripped malice.
Bind them, the Englishman ordered, and then
bring them along to the
shelter.
A thug Larra and Melissa recognized as Stoddard came forward and bound their
hands behind them. He was not
gentle, drawing the ropes as tight as he
could. Im looking
forward to making your acquaintance again, Baby, he said, giving
Larras right breast a squeeze from
behind. For what its
worth me and the boys thought it was an awful waste
when a fuck as good as you was left to burn in that
cabin. He slipped his hand
into Melissas panties from behind and gave her ripe buttocks a
squeeze. And
you. The boss was right pissed
off when you disappeared. He
had real plans for you. Nice
of you to come back.
Not particularly cheered by this welcome, Larra and Melissa staggered forward
as Stoddard gave them a push in the direction of the
lake. Clad in only their panties,
the two women soon began to suffer from the intense
cold. Melissa shivered
openly. And the nipples of both
women hardened into tight buds as they stumbled barefoot through the
snow. Larra realized that if
they were exposed to the cold for more than a few minutes they would soon
begin to experience the ravages of frostbite.
As the two women moved farther down the slope they saw what had been hidden
from them by the rise in the land.
Just next to the lake was a large tent, big enough to hold at least
a dozen men. Featherstone was
waiting just outside. With him
were most of the members of his expedition, their eyes fixed on the swaying
breasts of the advancing females.
Welcome ladies, said Featherstone, his eyes darting to their
stiff nipples. You look
cold. Well, we will find ways
to warm you up.
Inside the tent it was relatively warm.
A stove fueled by kerosene was
radiating heat into the enclosed space.
It was none too soon for Melissa, but her relief was tempered by a
terrible sense of helplessness and fear.
Several men laid hold of her and Larra as soon as they were in the
tent. They seemed to know exactly
what to do, forcing both of the women to the ground so that they could not
strike out with their feet.
Then while she was held there, Melissas wrists were untied and a tent
pole was placed behind her shoulders.
Her arms were then bent at a 90 degree angle and tied to the
pole. Melissa grunted as her
shoulders were almost dislocated.
The natural tendency for her arms to want to move forward pulled the
pole tight against the back of her neck, but she was prevented from raising
it over her head to escape the pressure by a rope that was tied about each
of her elbows and lashed tightly across her back and then brought around
in front under her quivering breasts.
Across from her, Larra had been bound in precisely the same
way.
Both women twisted under the awkward
bondage. It was very painful
and made breathing quite difficult.
To add to the discomfort, several of the men in the room passed the
time by running their hands over their
bodies. The situation was made
even less pleasant by the fact that it was quite cold in the
tent. Although it was not as
cold as outside, the small stove kept the tent only just above
freezing. Both womens nipples
remained erect, inviting constant pinching and
twisting.
Melissa gritted her teeth. One
day she hoped, she would be as stoical as Larra, but she had not reached
that day yet. Her nipples were
already quite sore from the continued groping and Featherstones men
were just getting started.
Very good so far, said Featherstone, inspecting the
captives. But now it is
time to have a look at the comfort
zone. He nodded his head
and both Larra and Melissa were pitched forward onto their
faces. The bottom of the tent
was covered with no more than a simple tarpaulin laid over the frozen
ground. The cold came straight
through, and soon Melissa was shivering.
Larra still seemed impervious to the temperature, but Melissa could
see in her eyes that she was suffering as
well.
Featherstone took charge of Melissa.
Taking a length of cord and another length of tent pole he tied each
of her ankles so that the pole acted as a spreader, forcing her legs
apart. Then he slid his hands
under the bottom of her panties and cupped her tight
backside.
What a beautiful set of peaches, he
said. Just ripe for the
picking. Sliding his hands
a little higher he reversed his hands and gripping the flimsy fabric, tore
it from her loins.
Ah, exclaimed Featherstone.
That affords us a much better look at your little
beaver. I wonder if it is still
as tight and juicy as it was last
time.
Already crimson with shame, Melissa fought hard to remain
calm. She found Featherstones
comments on her body acutely embarrassing, and she lacked the training and
years of experience that Larra possessed.
She was really just a frightened girl, caught up in a terrifying
situation, and Featherstone added to her fears through his words and
actions.
Featherstone next slid his hand between her legs, and rubbed it back and
forth over her vulva. Wet
yet?
Melissa trembled. Her fear was
accentuated by the terrible memories of what Featherstone had done to her
before. She jerked, unable to
control herself as her vulva was parted and Featherstones index finger
began to probe her.
Lets test the waters, he said, and began to move
his finger deeper into her, swirling it around as he did
so.
Melissa felt thoroughly violated.
Her breathing increased and she had to concentrate to keep
herself from panting in
fear. Painful memories of her
rape at Featherstones hands just days before came flooding back into
her mind.
For a full minute or more, Featherstone kept up the invasive
probing. Its hard
to believe you are that tight, my dear, I would have thought that I would
have loosened you up a little. But
never mind, Ill soon enlarge your honey
pot.
Larra was turned so that she could look right into Melissas
eyes. Like her young friend,
she had been bound in the same way, and was experiencing the same examination
from Stoddard that Melissa was being subjected
to. Although she never got used
to being captured and sexually molested, she was better able to endure what
was happening to her. Her training,
her maturity, and her experience all helped her to bear up under the humiliation
and degradation of being raped. She
looked into Melissas eyes.
She knew that anything she said would be twisted and mocked by her
captors and so she remained silent.
But the look that she gave Melissa sent a clear message of hope and
encouragement.
Melissa caught the glance. She
tightened her jaw. Somehow she
would live through this and get back at
Featherstone. She would do it
even if it meant sacrificing her own
life.
Giving me the silent treatment, my dear? asked Featherstone,
somewhat miffed at Melissas controlled reaction to what he was doing
to her body. He was running his
hands over her silken skin, inspecting her like she was a slab of
meat. Before Im finished
you will be making a lot more
noise. He reached about
in front of her and groped her dangling breasts.
The sudden pressure on her quivering breasts almost caused Melissa to cry
out. Featherstone gripped her
resilient hemispheres roughly, using all the strength of his powerful hands
to crush the soft flesh. Melissa
arched her back in pain and gasped.
Kneading her perfect globes like bread dough, Featherstone did everything
he could to elicit a reaction from the helpless
girl. Melissas breath came
in harsh gasps as she fought to keep herself from
screaming.
Thwarted in his cruel design, Featherstone reacted in
anger. Have it your way,
you little bitch. Rearing
back, he slapped Melissas inviting bottom as hard as he
could.
Aaagghh! The sound of the blow rang like a pistol shot in
the limited confines of the tent.
Melissa was jerked forward onto her face, her nose jamming into the
hard ground.
Thats more like it, now Im going to really make you
howl. Releasing his hold
on the girl, he began to unbutton his
pants.
Melissas nose streamed blood.
She was sure that it was broken.
But she soon had more immediate
concerns. She could tell what
Featherstone was doing from the sounds he was
making. She began to tremble
violently.
Shaking with anticipation are you my white-skinned
darling? Featherstone reached
forward and seized Melissas hair, jerking her head
back. At the same time, he moved
up to her taut backside and slammed full force into
her.
Aagggh!
Distracted by the pain in her
hair, Melissa was caught off guard by Featherstones attack, just as
he intended.
Thats it, squeal my little
darling. Squeal like a little
girl.
And Melissa did squeal, producing a sound deep in the back of her throat,
that was part grunt and part suppressed scream. The pain of Featherstones
penetration was much worse this time.
Then she realized that the first
time he had taken her he had induced a forced orgasm in
her. This time her love tunnel
was completely unlubricated.
Featherstone held her hard, gripping her hips with both hands for leverage,
and then forcing himself into her.
Again and again he lunged forward slamming into her backside
unmercifully. Each thrust drove
his throbbing member deeper within her.
Whimpering with pain and humiliation, Melissa struggled to retain some shred
of dignity. All she had left
was her will to resist. Everything
else had been stripped from her.
She was surrounded by laughing, jeering hoodlums, and being subjected
to cruel sexual degradation. Her
only method of resistance was to endure the rape with as much courage as
she could muster.
But Featherstone was determined to take even this from
her. He hammered her tight vagina
with brutal determination, driving his fearful weapon deep within
her. Each forward thrust of his
pelvis sent shockwaves of pain through Melissas treasure
tunnel. Then, when he was about
halfway in, he released her hips and shifted his grip to her
elbows.
Ughghhnnn
Featherstone wrenched down
on her elbows, almost dislocating her
shoulders. The pain that shot
through Melissas chest and shoulders was indescribably
excruciating. Her mouth opened
in a silent cry and her delicate features contorted in
agony. Droplets of blood from
her still bleeding nose splattered the floor and sides of the
tent. But somehow, she managed
to control herself. She whimpered
each time the English villain thrust into her, but he could not make her
scream.
Less than an arms length away, Larra struggled to set an example for
her protégé. She
hurt all over, as she was assaulted not by one man, but by
several. Stoddard had driven
deep into her and was reaming out her ravished
vagina. Two other men were pulling
back on her arms, helping Stoddard to penetrate her more deeply, and sending
lances of pain through her chest and
shoulders. Still another was
doing his best to mangle her breasts, pinching, and squeezing them
viciously.
But more distressing to the adventuress than any of these was the sight of
Melissa fighting bravely. The
young girl was clearly suffering great pain and humiliation, but bore up
heroically. Tears of rage and
sorrow flooded Larras violet eyes as she saw how the young girl who
had come to her so trustingly was mercilessly
degraded.
Somehow, both women survived the first
assault. Melissa sprawled on
the floor of the tent, her body heaving from the
ordeal. Larra
lay next to her in much the same
condition. Their bruised and
beaten bodies were covered in sweat.
Featherstone got to his feet, buttoning up his
pants. You damn
bitch. You think its over
dont you. Well, its
just beginning. He looked
at Larra. For both of
you, he added.
Muttering something under his breath, Featherstone pushed aside the tent
flap and stepped into the Arctic
darkness. Hold on, dear,
he said to Melissa.
Ive got something special planned for
you.
Both Melissa and Larra wondered what Featherstone could do to them beyond
what he had already done, short of killng
them. Was it to be more
rape? If so why did he not have
his men continue the assault? There were certainly enough of them waiting
their turns.
A few minutes later Featherstone
returned. He was carrying something
wrapped in cloth. Both women
were jerked to their knees so that they could see what he was holding when
he unwrapped it.
Larra suppressed a gasp of dismay when she saw what Featherstone
held. Melissa actually cried
out. Oh God, no!
she protested.
You ladies seem to have become overheated by your stay in the
tent. But I think these will
help to cool you down.
Larra felt a deep thrill of fear, both for herself and
Melissa. What Featherstone held
promised great pain and even
injury.
Lying on the cloth he was holding were two oversized dildos, each
about a foot long and three inches thick.
But that was not what frightened her the
most. Each of the frightening
devices was composed of glittering
ice!
Please, begged Larra, dont use these on the
girl. Youll kill
her. Ill do anything you
say.
Featherstone laughed. He liked
it when women begged him for mercy.
You forget,
Have you tried starting your
planes? I think you may find
that they dont work very well with part of the engine
missing.
Featherstone seemed taken aback.
Clearly Larras comment had surprised
him. You God-damned
bitch, he responded, raising his hand as if to strike
her. I should have suspected
you would do something like that.
What did you do?
Larra did not flinch, but continued to glare defiantly at the English spy
without answering. Finally,
Featherstone lowered his hand.
Check the planes, he said to
Stoddard. See if what she
is saying is true. He replaced
the wrapping on the ice dildos and handed them to
Engles. Take these outside
and keep them cold.
Stoddard came running back about five minutes
later. All of the planes
are missing their rotors, he said
breathlessly. Theres no
telling where she might have hidden them.
We are stuck her until we find
them.
So you want a deal,
Larra nodded. But Melissa screamed
a protest. No
Larra. He wont keep his
word. And anyway I dont
want you sacrificing yourself for me.
If you make the deal I wont
leave. Ill stay here until
they
they
Melissa stopped with a sob.
She knew what her fate would be if she remained with
Larra.
Shes right, said Larra.
I have no way of making you keep your
word. You lied before and will
lie again.
Stoddard seemed to think.
Ill tell you what,
I put them all in the same place, said
Larra. Release me and the girl,
and then I want all of you into the tent for ten
minutes. If I see so much as
an eyeball peeking at me than the deal is
off. Ill get the rotors,
start up my plane, and leave yours on the ice beside
it. But I dont want anyone
moving until I am heading away. In
the meantime, I need fuel. You
have it, so fill up my
plane.
Thats a lot of demands, said Featherstone, but I dont
want to be stuck in this God-forsaken place so I have no
choice. Ill see that your
plane gets refueled. Turning
to Engles, he ordered: Untie them, and give them back their
clothes. Then let them
go.
It took Larra and Melissa about fifteen minutes to get
dressed. Both women were feeling
the effects of the rape and bondage and were too sore to move any
faster. By the time they were
finished, Featherstone was back.
Alright,
Larra and Melissa limped from the tent.
Neither woman could walk normally, but at least they had escaped the
threatened torture of the ice dildos.
As promised, Featherstone and his men remained in the
tent. Larra laced the flap covering
the door tight to prevent anyone from watching her and then headed toward
where she had hidden the rotors.
Retrieving the precious electrical components, she and Melissa went to her
plane and installed the rotor in the
distributor. Then Larra had Melissa
climb aboard. She did not rely
upon the girl to turn the prop for her.
She suspected that in the sub zero temperatures the engine would be
reluctant to start anyway, but she had several starter cartridges in the
cabin of the aircraft. These
provided far more power than someone cranking on the
propeller. Larra placed a cartridge
in the starter and pulled the trigger.
The engine started on the second
try.
Larra checked over her instruments.
The gas gauge showed full, Featherstone had kept his
word. Everything else seemed
to be working properly. Opening
the door, she dropped the remaining rotors onto the
ice. Featherstone would find
them there, but by the time he installed them, Larra would be long
gone. Turning the plane out onto
the lake, she opened the throttle.
The plane gained speed. A
few seconds later, she pulled back on the stick, and the plane soared into
the air.
From the tent Featherstone watched the plane
rise. It was too dark to se anything,
but he could make out the jet of flame from the
exhaust. He watched and
waited. With a satisfied smile,
he saw the exhaust flame wink out.
He turned to Stoddard.
Go and get them.
Larras gut twisted as the engine sputtered and went
silent. She glanced at the gas
gauge. It showed
full. All of the instruments
showed that the planes engine was working
perfectly. Except that it was
not. It was not working at
all. The oil
pressure
was down to zero and the plane was dropping back toward the
surface of the lake.
They hit hard. In the total darkness,
Larra had not been able to estimate how close to the surface she had been,
and without power the heavily laden aircraft had dropped
precipitously. Fortunately, they
had probably only been a few dozen feet above the lake when the engine
failed. As the aircraft bumped
to a halt, Larra jumped out of her seat and moved back into the back of the
aircraft to fetch her rifle and spare
pistols. Of course, they were
gone. Larra realized she had
committed a fundamental error once again.
She had thought that he had found a way to force Featherstones
cooperation. But he had outmaneuvered
her again. It had probably been
a simple matter to rig the gas gauge to show full when the fuel tank had
actually been almost empty.
Come on, she said to Melissa, weve got to get out
of here. Opening the door,
she tossed out a box of rations and some other basic survival gear and then
dropped to the ice and waited while Melissa joined
her.
Featherstones men are bound to be after us
already. Weve got to leave
before they arrive. She
picked up the box of rations.
Melissa gathered up some of the other
gear. Come on, this
way.
Do you know where you are going? asked
Melissa.
Away from the plane, replied
Larra. We can camp on the
lake if necessary. But we dont
want to get caught again.
Melissa had no problem agreeing with that sentiment, and hurried along behind
Larra. Unfortunately, neither
woman was in the sort of condition to make good
time. And it wasnt long
before the signs of pursuit showed up.
Melissa noticed it first. She
tapped Larra on the shoulder and pointed.
A few hundred yards behind them the beam of a flashlight could clearly
be seen. Their pursuers were
tracking them by following the imprints of their boots in the
snow.
Both women redoubled their efforts, but they were already exhausted from
their treatment in the tent, especially Larra, who had not only been raped
but beaten up at the same time. It
became obvious after only a few minutes that Featherstones men were
gaining on them.
Drop the supplies, said Larra, or we are
caught. Melissa did as
ordered, and unburdened both women made better
time. Slowly they pulled ahead,
and the light dwindled.
Were making it, gasped
Melissa. But she was not sure
how much longer she could keep up the effort of keeping ahead of their
pursuers. Sooner or later, both
she and Larra would have to stop.
Just a little farther, Larra
said. Weve got to
keep moving. But even as
she spoke, she stumbled. The
escape across the ice was turning into an ordeal every bit as grueling as
that which they had just survived.
After a time neither woman had the strength to
speak. Their breath came in gasps,
and sweat poured off their straining bodies, soaking their undergarments,
a dangerous condition in the frigid
Only one thing helped to keep them going.
The light had disappeared.
By virtue of a supreme effort they had shaken off their
pursuers. Heaving like horses
that had been run too hard, both women slowed their
pace. Just a few minutes
more, promised Larra.
Then we will be sure we have shaken
them.
Hardly able to put one foot in front of the other, Melissa followed in mute
agreement. One more step,
one more step, she repeated over and over in her
mind. Better death by freezing
than being raped and tortured by Featherstone.
Finally, they could go no farther.
Their chests heaving, and sweat dripping down their faces, they staggered
to a halt. Now what do
we do? gasped Melissa.
Try putting you hands over your head,
bitch.
Both women gasped in dismay.
Stoddards voice had come from less than five yards
away. Suddenly a bright light
was shone into their eyes, blinding them, and before they could move, and
half dozen hands lay hold of them.
From some hidden reserve, Larra found the strength to fight
back. The first man that touched
her was sent sprawling onto the ice with a broken
nose. Without stopping, she whirled
and drove her elbow into the jaw of a second
assailant. But, she was unable
to seen the fist that caught her between the
eyes. Her legs buckled and
immediately, several other fists found their mark, pummeling her
senseless. The last sound she
heard was Melissas despairing cry as the rest of the men turned on
her.
Larra opened her eyes, or tried to.
One eye was swollen shut.
But she could see well enough to determine that she was back in the
tent where she and Melissa had been
raped. As a wave of panic swept
through her she tried to move, but found she could
not. Her hands and feet were
securely bound and her legs bent up behind her and lashed to her
wrists. She also discovered to
her fear and mortification, that she was completely naked, and lying under
several thick blankets.
She settled back down and tried to look around
her. From behind her came a
voice. Larra, are you
awake?
The voice was Melissas. Larra
tried to roll over and found that was a
mistake. Waves of pain coursed
through her battered body. She
felt as if every part of her body had been
beaten.
Dont try to move, Larra.
When they brought us back to the tent and undressed you, they beat
you like a dog even though you were
unconscious. Im surprised
they didnt break something.
Larra lay quiet, but managed a question.
What happened? How
did they catch us?
Melissa made a noise that sounded like a bitter
laugh. Stoddard got the
bright idea to turn off his flashlight.
We ran in a circle right back to where he was
waiting.
Larra sore silently. What
an idiot I am, she thought.
Some escape attempt. I
led Melissa right back to our
captors. She could stand
it no longer. Gritting her teeth
against the pain that surged through her, she rolled
over. Melissa was only a few
feet away. Like her, the girl
was covered by a blanket, but ropes had been wound around the outside encasing
Melissa like a cocoon.
Suddenly the tent flap was thrown back.
Well, well, crowed
Featherstone. Might have known
that as soon as I stepped out youd wake
up. Weve got some unfinished
business. Poking his head
outside the flap he shouted for Stoddard and the
others.
Larra felt herself growing faint.
Surely Featherstone did not intend to go through with the horrible
torture he had threatened them with until she was more fully
recovered. But then she realized
that was exactly what he would most likely
do. What could possibly be more
fun to a sadist like Featherstone than torturing a woman who was so badly
beaten up that she could hardly move?
With a stomach that felt like it was full of lead, Larra lay back
and awaited her fate.
Larra shivered in the cold. Her
blankets were gone, except for the one she was lying
on. Her wrists were still bound
behind her, but her ankles had been
retied. She was lying on her
back. Directly across from her
was Melissa. She too was naked
and tied in the same manner.
Larras right ankle had been tied to Melissas left and
her left ankle to Melissas right.
But more to the point, both womens legs were spread wide and
sitting between them were two men.
Facing Larra was Featherstone. And
sitting between Melissas splayed legs was
Stoddard. The Englishman had
chosen Larra because he said that he wanted a
change. Larra suspected
his real reason was that he wanted to rape a woman who was already so badly
beaten that she could hardly stand.
The man was a true sadist in the most extreme sense of the
word.
Melissa shivered violently. And
most of it was not just from the cold.
She was facing her first new sex partner as Featherstone
had put it, and she was absolutely
terrified. Stoddard was every
bit as well endowed as his boss, and just as
malicious.
Time to warm these beauties up,
Stoddard. We dont
want them freezing to death on us do
we?
Featherstone had not been planning on raping either one of the women, preferring
to see how effective his ice dildos were, but when his men had stripped them
in preparation, he had been unable to resist the temptation offered by their
perfect bodies. Even covered
with bruises and abrasions, Larras body was magnificent, and
Melissas quivering white body was enough to stimulate any
man. Additionally, as soon as
they had been stripped, both women had begun to shiver from the hold of the
poorly heated tent.
Well, Featherstone had said, this wont
do. Im going to have to
plug in the heater and warm you two bitches
up. Otherwise youre not
going to last long enough to enjoy what I have planed for
you.
The English villain leaned forward.
It was difficult to find a place on Larras body that was not
black and blue, and so he had no trouble placing his hands on a couple of
particularly ugly bruises. Larra
winced as Featherstone tormented her. Then her one good eye opened wide as
he began to penetrate her. Soon
she was breathing hard, as he thrust into
her. A few feet away she heard
Melissa grunt as Stoddard leaned on her. Then there was a quick intake of
breath and Melissas ankles jerked as Featherstoness henchman
drove into her.
Melissa tried to hold perfectly still as Stoddard took
her. But her legs jerked
involuntarily as his engorged phallus parted her nether
lips. Gasping in pain, she arched
her back as she was brutally penetrated.
Unlike Featherstone, Stoddard did not attempt to drive into Melissa
as if her were trying to split her apart.
Instead he chose to tease his victim with a slow gradual penetration,
all the while squeezing and fondling other parts of her
anatomy. He went to work on her
gorgeous breasts first, talking each nipple between thumb and forefinger
and stretching the tender buds until Melissa was sure that they were going
to tear loose from the tips of her
breasts. Then he lowered his
head and sucked so hard, that he actually drew blood through the surface
of the girls skin. For
Melissa the torture was agonizing.
Each thrust of Stoddards huge member seemed to scrape the skin
from her inner walls and the additional torment of having her breasts squeezed,
pinched, sucked, and even bitten increased her suffering
five-fold.
Melissa was in deep despair. She
had joined Larra looking for adventure, but had found instead bondage and
rape. It seemed that no matter
what she did, she ended up on her back, bound and helpless while some unwashed
thug had his way with her. Twice
now, she had managed to escape only to have her hopes destroyed by being
recaptured. And each time she
was caught the brutal punishment seemed worse than
before. She had watched the woman
she idolized being gang raped and beaten
senseless. All her efforts and
those of her mentor seemed to be of no
avail. No matter what either
of them did they seemed to end up at the mercy of men who took the greatest
delight in inflicting the most perverted of sexual acts upon
them. Melissa felt as if she
would never be clean; never able to wash away the stench of sperm and
sweat. And never able to hold
he head up again after the degradation and humiliation that had been forced
on her. Now she drew on what
was left of her courage to keep from shrieking in absolute terror and
despair.
You like that dont you little girt? Stoddard taunted
her. I can tell by the
way youre panting like a dog.
Ill bet your nips had never been so
hard.
Melissa suppressed a moan. She
would not reply to the thug who was invading
her. If she did she was sure
that she would break down and beg for mercy.
God youre tight, Stoddard
continued. Feel like Im
trying to bang a schoolgirl. But
thats what you are, aint you.
A little schoolgirl out looking for an
adventure. How you enjoying it
so far? He grabbed hold
of Melissas quivering breasts.
Christ look at those tits
bounce. Ive never seen
a finer pair. Could suck on those
all day.
Stoddards derisive comments added to Melissas humiliation, especially
the one about her being a schoolgirl.
How could she have fallen so low as to be mocked by a ruffian like
Stoddard while he treated her like a common
whore?
Nnnggh!
An especially painful
twist of Stoddards hands sent a wave of pain through her
breasts. Gasping in pain, she
fought to hold on. She could
not allow him to break her.
It was a hard fight. Melissa
panted as Stoddard worked his way into
her. Her entire body oozed
perspiration. Terror kept her
vagina from secreting any lubricant and it felt as if she was being invaded
by a giant rasp. Soon a trickle
of blood began to flow from her vulva and drip onto the canvas floor of the
tent. To add to the horror, she
could clearly hear Larras grunts, as Featherstone worked her over,
and could feel the jerk of Larras ankles each time the English villain
pounded into her. Her harsh breathing
increased, and her lungs burned as she sucked in the dry cold
air.
Larra could clearly hear Melissas anguished
gasps. But other than her strained
breathing and grunts of pain, the girl made no
sound. Brave, girl,
thought Larra. Hold
on. Dont let that bastard
get the best of
you.
Nnnnh!
Larras own tortured cry
came as Featherstone thrust brutally into her and at the same time bit down
hard on her left breast. He was
a big man, and she had to use all of her strength and courage to keep from
screaming. He hurt her
badly. There was almost no part
of her battered body he could not touch without inflicting
pain.
Nnnnh!
He
hurt her again, and she jerked her legs sharply feeling the tug on
Melissas ankles as she did so.
She realized that she was signaling her pain to the young girl every
time Featherstone hammered into her, just as Melissa was signaling the same
to her. But it was impossible
to stop the involuntary action.
Ahh, Melissa let loose a particularly anguished
gasp. She was almost at the limit
of her strength. But just then,
Stoddard gave a groan of ecstasy and
ejaculated. The strong stink
of sperm filled the air. To further
add to Melissas humiliation, Stoddard withdrew immediately, and let
his thick milk drip onto her belly.
Over on Larra, Featherstone managed to draw out the agony for another three
minutes before he too exploded.
Gasping, the English spy, slowly got to his
feet. Look, Stoddard,
he grinned,
Ohhnn!
Larra let loose an audible
moan. But it was not so much
because of the pain, but because she knew what was
coming. She knew the massive
ice dildos would be terribly painful.
Could Melissa stand up to such brutal
treatment?
Stoddard soon returned with the cloth-wrapped
icicles. He handed them to
Featherstone, who carefully unwrapped each one so
as not to break them. Sweating
profusely, Larra still felt an icy chill run down her spine when she saw
Featherstones frigid instruments of
torture. Melissa, her chest heaving
from the physical and emotional shock of the rape, stared wide-eyed at the
thick ice columns. It seemed
impossible that such large objects could be made to fit into any woman, much
less her tight jewel box.
Handing one of the dildos to Stoddard, Featherstone made a great show of
displaying the one he held to the two
women. What do you
think? he asked. Do
you think it will do the job? This
ought to cool down the high and mighty
Just so as it dont make her, frigid,
boss, chirped in Stoddard, grinning widely at his feeble
pun.
Lets find out shall we.
Im sure the ladies are hot to
begin. And we wouldnt want
their ardor to cool off, would
we?
Please, begged Larra, trying one last
time. Dont use those
on the girl. Use them both on
me. I think you know
how.
Stoddard seemed to hesitate a bit.
Rubbing his jaw he looked
thoughtful. Yes, I do know
how. Thanks for the idea
Featherstone waved the ice dildo toward
Engles. Make up another
couple of these, he ordered.
They should be ready by the time these have melted a
bit.
Wide-eyed with fear, Melissa watched as Stoddard knelt between her
legs. Slowly he moved the dildo
toward her nether lips. She felt
herself getting faint. It was
impossible. Something that large
couldnt fit inside her.
No,
she gasped,
it
wont
fit.
Unnggghh! Melissa grunted as Stoddard parted her vulva with
the tip of the ice phallus. It
was horribly cold. But he did
not push it in right away. Instead,
he moved it up and down against her vulva, parting the soft lips and letting
its cold seep into her. A trickle
of cold water pooled between her legs at a little of the ice melted, and
then he slowly pushed it into her.
Melissa gave a little squeal of fear as it
entered. It didnt hurt
much at first. Melissas
vagina was slick with Stoddards sperm, and the icicle itself melted
slightly as it entered her warm cavern.
But it was still frightfully cold, and the sudden presence of such
a large frozen object in the outer reaches of her vagina sent a spasm of
fear through her. Then, the dildo
began to meet strong resistance as the wider part of the freezing instrument
began to penetrate her sexual core.
Stoddard pushed hard, forcing Melissas tight pleasure center
apart. She began to moan softly,
no longer able to restrain herself.
The huge ice phallus seemed to burn as its freezing cold invaded her
tissues, and at the same time, it forced her vagina farther apart than it
had even been. Melissa could
hold back no longer. With a broken
sob, she began to weep, her body twisting in a vain effort to avoid the hideous
invasion of her most sacred place.
Larra too wept. She was in great
pain, but it was Melissas sobs that stimulated
her. She blamed herself for
everything that the young girl had suffered through, and she knew that her
own stupid blathering had given Featherstone an idea for an even more gruesome
torture. Then she too gasped
in pain, as Featherstone rammed the ice dildo deep within her, forcing her
tight vagina to expand to heroic
proportions.
It was too much to bear for the two struggling
women. With a scream of agony,
Melissa cried out.
Ahhh!
Oh stop! Please
stop! But such
cries, of course merely stimulated Stoddard to drive the icy member deeper
with her. Melissas screams
became incoherent, as the dildo was twisted and rotated
within.
A minute later Lara followed suit.
She did not waste her breath begging for mercy, but she screamed loudly
nevertheless. Driven beyond even
her incredible endurance, she arched her back and cried out in
pain.
The icy rape continued for half an hour, stopping only when the ice dildos
melted to the point where they could not longer cause much
pain. Featherstone and Stoddard
exited the tent, leaving the two beaten women lying still bound together
at the ankles. They were gone
for about half an hour. And then
both men returned.
What a wonderful climate, exclaimed
Featherstone. It only took
an hour to make two more of these.
Larra opened her one good eye.
Stoddard was, as she feared, holding two more of the ice
phalluses. She began to tremble,
realizing that the next trial was going to be the most painful of
all.
Melissa, not realizing what Featherstone had planned, lay with her eyes half
closed. She was too tired and
wracked with pain to care anymore, or so she
thought. But her eyes popped
wide open when Featherstone and Stoddard took hold of the two bound women
and rolled then onto their stomachs.
It was at that moment that Melissa realized what the two villains
intended.
No,
she protested, Ill be torn
apart.
That would be interesting,
said Featherstone, Ive never seen a woman torn apart
before. Lets see if it
is
true,
Noooo!
Noooo! Please
noooo!
Aaagggghhhh!
Featherstone had inserted
the formidable ice phallus into Melissas tiny
rectum. The pain was blinding,
far exceeding anything she had so far endured at the hands of her
captors. As if to emphasize the
point, Larra screamed as Stoddard performed the same act on
her.
Scream you bitches, scream, exulted
Featherstone. Youve
certainly caused me enough pain.
Now its time you learned your lesson.
And Larra did scream. And Melissa
as well. Both women experienced
terrible agony as the ice phalluses were driven deep into their
bowels. The pain was so agonizing
that Melissa was sure that she would never be able to walk properly
again. Repeatedly, the dildos
were thrust in and out of their tightly stretched anuses, until finally,
friction and the heat of their bodies made them too small be
effective.
Melissa almost wept with relief, as the small icicle that was all that was
left of the once huge ice dildo was withdrawn from her ravaged backside and
tossed aside. But Featherstone
and Stoddard were not yet quite finished with the two
women. Dropping their pants once
more, they took the weeping women one more
time.
Melissa shrieked in agony once again, as this time her tight anus was invaded
by a real penis. An impressive
one at that. It hurt almost as
badly as the dildo had, and the ordeal went on
longer.
Larra did not last. Completely
beaten at last, she fainted from the final
assault. It did not seem to matter
to Stoddard, who kept on raping her
anyway.
The final installment lasted a good hour.
At the end of it, Melissa lay sobbing loudly, more completely beaten
than she would have believed possible.
Larra lay quietly, her ravaged body still
quivering from the effects of the multiple
rape.
Climbing off his victim, Featherstone pulled up his
trousers. That was a nice
bit of exercise wasnt it Stoddard?
I think we will keep these two.
After all, the rest of the men deserve a little recreational activity
as well. Put some clothes on
the girl, and cover up
Stoddard watched as Melissa dressed.
It took her half an hour, but she was so beaten and depressed that
she could not move faster than a crawl.
Slow bitch, aint you? commented
Stoddard. Well dont
worry. I got a hunch those clothes
will be coming off again today before we are finished with
you. After all, the rest of the
boys aint had a turn yet.
Melissa tried not to show her fear.
Was her ordeal never going to end?
What was going to become of her?
What was going to become of Larra? With a sob, she slumped on the
floor of the tent, as Stoddard bound her wrists and
ankles.
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