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Larra awoke in strange
surroundings. For a brief instant
panic seized her. Had she been
captured again! But then she
remembered. “No,” she
thought, “I am safe. I have
been rescued. I must be in the
home of one of my saviors.”
She looked about her. She
was lying in bed under a mosquito net.
The room she was in was well lit and a large ceiling fan whirred slowly
overhead. Right next to the bed
was a chair and sitting in the chair was a young black woman dressed in what
looked like a nurse's uniform. When
she noticed that Larra was awake, she jumped up and ran to the door of the
room. “Bwana James, she
is awake!” The girl shouted.
Almost immediately a tall dark-haired white man strode into the
room. Larra recognized him as
James Allenby, one of the white hunters who had gone to look for
her. “Thank you, Sara,”
Allenby said to the black girl. You
may go.” With that the young
black woman left the room.
Allenby turned to Larra.
“Glad to have you back with us,
Larra was aware of how insecure she
felt. James Allenby was a very
handsome man. He was tall, tanned,
and broad-shouldered with a narrow waist and large powerful-looking
hands. Larra suddenly felt very
vulnerable. It was obvious that
this man had been close by throughout her
illness. She wondered how long
she had been under his care.
Allenby answered the question for
her. “I won’t stay
long,” he said. “You
have been in a state of delirium for five
days. I expect you desperately
need food and water. I just want
to be sure that you are on your way to
recovery. You are much too beautiful
a woman to leave this world before your time.”
Larra suddenly became very aware that she was lying in bed, too weak
to move, in a strange man’s house.
She also realized that she wasn’t wearing much more than a thin
nightshirt.
Summoning her resources, Larra was able to speak
hesitatingly. “I...I think
I’m alright...now. I feel
very…tired.”
Larra tried to rise, but fell back, too weak to
move. Allenby rose quickly and
went to the door.
“Sara,” he commanded, “attend to
She remembered now. She
had been with the white hunters on her way back to
It took a few days for Larra to recover from whatever tropical bug
she had picked up. Possibly it
was no more than a psychological reaction to her ordeal, but whatever the
cause she was bedridden during that time.
She had ample opportunity to ruminate on her
experience. Her first archeological
expedition had been an unmitigated
disaster. Not only had she not
achieved any of her goals, but she had been subjected to a humiliating physical
and mental ordeal. When she had
been rescued almost every inch of her body showed evidence of her hardships,
being covered with bruises, contusions, cuts, scraps, and numerous insect
bites. Small wonder that her
rescuers had been skeptical about the story she had told
them. But her most serious injuries
were psychological. She had begun
her safari filled with confidence in her own
abilities. She had returned a
shattered woman, her confidence gone, her usual self-assurance
destroyed. She retreated into
herself emotionally and became quiet and withdrawn.
It was Allenby that buoyed her
spirits. For the next few days
he popped in and out of Larra’s
room. He never seemed to be far
away and Larra came to welcome his
attentions. As food and drink
restored her strength he was able to visit with her
longer. Eventually, she left
her bed and was able to go on short walks with
him.
Allenby escorted her about the grounds of his
home. It was located near the
edge of the dusty little colonial capital of
Allenby understood that Larra did not wish to speak of her experiences,
and did not press her on the subject.
But he willingly conversed with her on any other topic that she cared
to discuss. He was amazed at
Larra’s breadth of knowledge and sharp
intelligence. This twenty-two
year old was not the empty headed female that Allenby had found most young
women to be. The more he knew
her the more he became enamored of her.
“But,” he thought, “Larra had been under enough
stress. She did not need his
unwanted attentions at this time in her life.”
Larra, on her part, found Allenby to be very good
company. He was one of the few
men she had met who was actually willing to engage her in intelligent
conversation. He was willing
to treat her as an equal rather than some sex object to be desired and
chased. After recovering her
strength, Larra had tried to leave the hospitality that Allenby provided,
but he was able to convince her that there was no place in Kampala that offered
the privacy and quality of accommodation that his bungalow
did. She allowed herself to be
persuaded and stayed with him, after insisting that she be allowed a few
hours privacy each day. Allenby
readily assented to the request, although his curiosity was certainly
piqued. What was this mysterious,
incredibly beautiful, and intelligent young woman doing in her time
alone?
Larra used her private time
effectively. During her illness
and convalescence her body and martial skills had deteriorated
considerably. She was down from
her fighting weight of 135 pounds to only about
110. Although, most men were
still captivated by her wondrous beauty, Larra thought that she looked like
a walking skeleton. She needed
time and practice to restore her muscle tone and fighting
skills. Every day she worked
out for two hours. Her
“dojo” was nothing more than an old tobacco shed, but it served
to give her the solitude she required to practice her martial arts and build
up her strength. Day by day she
gained both weight and skill, improving her muscle mass and slowly renewing
her combat skills. Allenby was
astounded by the transformation in the young
beauty. If he had been impressed
by the loveliness of the young woman before, he was truly amazed
now. Where before Larra had merely
been strikingly beautiful, she was now a living
goddess.
By the end of April, Larra felt fully
restored. Allenby began to show
her the “sights” of colonial
For her part, Larra found herself growing more and more fond of
Allenby. She had never spent
any time with a man before. All
of her life had been dedicated to training and
study. She had had no time for
male companionship. She found
Allenby to be quite different from any man she had
encountered. Not only was he
darkly handsome, standing over six feet two inches tall, but she also found
him very kind, considerate, and patient.
His knowledge of the people, wildlife, and geography of central
By May, Larra was well into organizing another
expedition. This time Allenby
had agreed to go with her and her safari would be much more heavily
armed. Much of the equipment
she needed had to come from
The fourth week in May was a special day in
Larra found the whole affair rather
dull. It seemed to be full of
colonial stereotypes: the pompous major; the snobbish grande dame; and the
stuffy government official. Allenby
mingled well with the assembled guests, but he had been part of this social
milieu for years. Larra found
herself, surrounded by numerous ogling
males. All of whom pretended
to be eager to make her acquaintance, but who were really more interested
in just getting a look at her dazzling
cleavage. After awhile, she just
wanted to leave. The evening
wore on, eventually reaching a point where she and James could exit without
seeming rude. They had driven
to the affair in James’ rather worn 1913
Wolseley. The ancient car was
serviceable, however, and it was able to get them back to James’
bungalow.
The drive back was spent in
silence. Larra seemed lost in
thought. James sensed that she
was a little depressed, but was unable to fathom the
reason. Descending from the car,
James escorted Larra indoors. He
took her arm and led her to the door of her
bedroom. “Well,
Larra looked up a
James. They were standing very
close in the darkened house. James
had dismissed the servants and they were quite
alone. Gently, James took her
hand in his and bent his head slightly to kiss
her. Their lips met in their
first kiss. Larra closed her
eyes, at first enjoying the sensation.
Then suddenly, he mind was overwhelmed by the nightmarish vision of
a huge black man forcing his lips onto
hers. Larra felt her gorge rising,
choking her. Reflexively she
turned her head away. The touch
of James’ lips had brought back a flood of hideous
memories. Confused, Larra found
herself stammering an apology.
“I’m sorry James,” she quavered,
“I...I…”
At first startled by her reaction, James realized
that something was wrong.
“It’s all right Larra,” he said
quietly. “It’s all
right.”
“It’s not your fault.” Larra
stammered. “Please forgive
m...” At this point Larra
burst into tears. Her composure disintegrated, and she wept
uncontrollably.
James said nothing, but simply placed his
arm about her and led her over to the
settee. There he sat her down
and James gently held the sobbing woman, lightly caressing the back of her
neck. After a few minutes Larra
began to calm down. “Is
there anything you would like to tell me?” James
said.
Larra took a deep breath and then almost
immediately began to weep again.
Between sobs, she gasped out the missing details of her story, the
part of her adventure that she had been too ashamed to
tell. She described how she had
been captured by the savage Maasi tribe and held prisoner for over a month
in barbaric conditions. She also
told of her escape and her recapture and brutal rape by the cruel African
warrior known as Chui, and how she had managed to kill him and stagger off
through the wilds of
Eventually, Larra seemed to cry herself
out. Her voice still shaking
with emotion, Larra pulled back from
James. “Oh James,”
she stammered, “I’m so ashamed.”
“Ashamed?” replied James, “How
can you be ashamed? You did nothing
to invite such a brutal act. Your
actions were heroic, not shameful.”
Larra’s bosom heaved convulsively. “I
was taken like an animal. I wailed
and screamed like a frightened
schoolgirl.” Her tears were
flowing freely once again, seemingly flowing from some bottomless
reservoir. The front of James’
shirt was completely soaked.
James now understood that much of Larra’s
trauma was due to the way that she had reacted to her brutish
treatment. Somehow, she felt
that she had not behaved as strongly as she
should. He did not know how to
respond. All that he could do
was continue to hold her. Larra
buried her head in the front of his dinner jacket, her body jerking convulsively
as she cried. After a time her
sobs subsided, and she simply clung to him like a frightened child clings
to a protective parent. After
awhile Larra’s deep regular breathing told him that she was
asleep.
Tenderly, James gathered the sleeping woman
into his arms and picked her up.
Silently he padded across the room, carrying her as if she weighed
almost nothing. Entering her
room, he lay her lightly on her bed.
Like a father tucking in a daughter he pulled her sheets across her
and turned to leave. He felt
Larra’s hand on his arm restraining him.
“James, don’t go yet,” she
whispered.
Larra pulled the powerfully built Englishman
toward her. Her hands went to
his chest. “Ah, James,”
she lamented, “I’ve soaked your shirt.”
“Not to worry,” he
murmured. “It will be that
much easier for the maid to wash.”
Larra gave a small
giggle. “Stay with me,
James.” She breathed. And
she pulled him toward her.
The light from the moon was streaming through
the window clearly illuminating Larra’s inviting
body. Her tear stained face gazed
up at him. James thought he had
never seen anything so lovely.
He removed his jacket and sat on the edge
of the bed. Larra lay enticingly
before him. James reached out
and caressed her cheek. Pulling
his face towards her with both arms, Larra brought her lips to
his. This time she did not turn
away. Their kiss was long and
lingering. When it finished
Larra’s hands moved to James’s damp shirt and began to slowly undo
the buttons. Her mouth sought
out his lower lip and sucked on it.
James returned her kiss passionately, moving his tongue over her lips
and then prying them apart and delicately entering her
mouth. Their tongues
entwined. This time no memories
flooded back into Larra’s mind to block her
desire. This was not like what
Chui had done to her. That had
been forced and brutish, this was joyfully
mutual.
James’ shirt was now completely
unbuttoned. Still continuing
their exploration of one another’s mouths, Larra pulled James’
suspenders from his shoulders and then removed the shirt from his body, leaving
him naked to the waist. Her hands
then explored his chest and shoulders, fondling his muscular
body.
James’s hands had been busy
too. He had removed the pins
holding her hair, and her glorious thick mane spread out erotically across
the pillows. Removing his mouth
from hers, he ran his tongue along her cheeks tasting the salt of her dried
tears. At the same time, he unclipped
her necklace and laid it carefully on the side
table. Then he untied the top
of her gown, where it was held in place behind her
neck. Larra lay back on the pillows
as James’ tugged down the top of her gown, revealing her ripe full
breasts. A slight breeze from
the open window played across her body, cooling her skin and causing both
nipples to become erect. James
continued to pull Larra’s gown toward her waist, and then lifting her
slightly, he pulled it over her flaring hips and down to her
thighs. This action revealed
that Larra was not wearing anything
underneath.
Larra’s hands now strayed to the buttons
of James’ pants. Her strong
dexterous fingers unbuttoned them one by
one. James stood quickly, took
off his shoes and socks, and let his pants fall to the floor, leaving him
clad in only his shorts. By this
time a very prominent bulge revealed that he was fully
aroused. Larra took hold of the
waistline of his shorts and pulled him toward
her. Their mouths locked again,
in a long, slow, smoldering kiss.
Larra’s hands were now moving slowly over every part of James’
torso, stroking his chest, shoulders, and
back. She felt the great strength
of his powerful body as it pushed against
hers.
James’ mouth and tongue returned to
Larra’s face. She closed
her eyes and he kissed each eyelid.
Then, almost methodically he kissed every part of her upturned face,
ending with her lips once again. As
their mouths engaged James’ hands moved across Larra’s shoulders,
his fingers slowly moving over her delicate
skin. At the same time Larra’s
hands moved to the back of James’ shorts and slid over his muscular
buttocks. Slowly she eased his
shorts down his thighs, revealing his fully erect
penis. With a quick intake of
breath, Larra wondered at the size of James’ sex
organ. While not as long as
Chui’s it was fully as thick.
With a spasm of apprehension, she remembered the pain Chui’s
giant member had caused her.
James felt Larra’s body grow
tense. He guessed what was going
through her mind. Moving his
hands to her shoulders, he began a gentle
massage. As he continued to rub
her body, he shifted his position until he was eventually behind
her. His hands flowed from her
shoulders to her neck and back again.
Then her kneaded her back, using both hands on either side of her
spine. Larra found her self being
pushed face down onto the bed. She
tensed once again. What was James
up to?
James straddled Larra’s body, began moving his hands the entire
length of her torso, from her shoulders to her narrow waist in a full body
massage. Larra had no idea where
James had picked up this technique, but it felt
marvelous. Gradually James felt
Larra’s body relax. The
stress left her body and she lowered her head to the pillows her breathing
becoming deeper and deeper as she began to fall
asleep.
James continued the massage, but now his hands moved lower, gliding
over her firm derriere, and then moving all the way back up to her
shoulders. As his hands came
down he moved them under her armpits, brushing the sides of her firm
breasts. As he continued the
massage James moved his hands into more and more intimate areas of her
body. His fingertips slid over
her nipples, which quickly became hard and erect, and then descended the
length of her body to the sides of her pelvic
region. As his fingers brushed
across her pelvis, just above her pubic mound, Larra gave a low
moan.
She awoke. She had been
having the most marvelous dream, a dream in which she was safe and warm and
being loved by the most wonderful man.
When she awoke, she found it to be
true.
Larra rolled over, and pulled James down to her once
again. She could feel his hard
penis against her loins, but this time there was no
fear. They kissed, and their
tongues explored one another’s mouths for several
minutes.
James began to move his fingers in circles around each of her nipples,
moving closer to each aroused areola and then moving out
again. Larra found the sensation
almost more than she could bear.
She longed for him to take hold of her teats and fondle
them. Her breathing became more
and more excited as his questing hands began to drive her mad with
desire. Just when she thought
that she would scream he moved his mouth full over the nipple and areola
of her left breast, while taking the right breast in his other hand and
stimulating the engorged nipple further.
Larra gave a cry of rapture, and arched her back, thrusting her pelvis
toward him.
Supporting himself on his left elbow, James shifted his right hand
to Larra's hard flat stomach. His
fingers flicked over her perfect navel and then moved farther down over her
pelvic region. Larra gave a cry
of pure pleasure and arched her back even
more. The sensations running
through her body were so strong that she could only cling to James while
he continued to excite her.
James mouth moved to her right
breast. He was now straddling
her body, his erect penis lying on her
stomach. His hands began to rove
over her thighs, moving slowly closer and closer to her vaginal
region. He removed his mouth
from her taut nipple and kissed her
again. Holding her back with
his left arm he used his right to cup her pubic
mound. Larra’s entire body
shuddered and she pushed herself against his
hand. Then he gently inserted
his index finger into her moist vagina, rubbing it slowly against her labia
and coming into contact with her
clitoris.
“Oohh! Oohh
God!”
Larra cried out involuntarily.
James’ continual stimulation was driving her
wild. Slowly and deliberately,
James began to stroke her clitoris.
With each movement of his finger against her clit, Larra moved her
entire body, pushing into the touch. Her almost continuous moans were now
interspersed with little cries of
pleasure. She had never realized
that anything could feel so good, especially after her previous experience
with Chui.
James kisses were now moving steadily down her heaving
body. She was completely bathed
in perspiration and gasping like a runner at the end of a
marathon. Her legs had spread
wide seemingly without her bidding and James’ mouth kissed its way down
to her wet vagina. His tongue
licked at the lips of her vulva and then penetrated to her
clitoris. A scream of ecstasy
escaped Larra’s lips; she could hardly contain
herself. Grasping James’
head she pulled it toward her, allowing his tongue to enter her more
deeply. James continued to perform
cunnilingus on her while at the same time reaching up and kneading her swollen
breasts. Larra’s moans and
cries turned to impassioned shouts, punctuated by screams of sexual
pleasure.
Larra writhed in uncontrollable lust, as James rose to mount
her. His huge throbbing phallus
rubbed against her labia. Larra
let out a little scream and awaited his penetration, willing to endure the
pain in the madness of her carnal desire.
James rubbed his penis against the outer lips of her vagina, slowly
forcing her labia apart. Then
he gradually pushed into her, moving slowly and
steadily. Larra readied herself
for the burst of pain she knew would accompany his taking of her
body. As his penis made its
deliberate entry into Larra’s sexual organ, James continued his stimulation
of her clitoris, bringing Larra to a heightened state of
arousal. By now he had thrust
into her a full three inches, stretching her tight
vagina. To her surprise, Larra
felt no pain, only greatly increased
pleasure. She now began to realize
the true nature of passionate love.
It was not a man forcing himself upon a woman, but an ardent joining
of two consenting partners, engaged in the ultimate act of
tenderness.
James was now moving in and out of Larra, varying his speed, sometimes
moving slowly and deliberately and sometimes moving rapidly with quick hard
thrusts. Each movement of his
penis took him deeper within her.
Larra wrapped her powerful legs about his waist and pulled with all
her might. She seemed to hear
someone screaming uncontrollably, and then realized that the sound was coming
from her throat. Her hands clutched
at his back, her fingernails making long streaks as they cut into his
skin. James, caught up in his
own passion noticed nothing. He
had never encountered such an astonishingly tight female
before. The strength of this
young woman amazed him as he felt her powerful body heaving with excitement
beneath him. Larra’s impassioned
cries now blended with his own, as he too began to
climax. With a convulsive clenching
of her vagina Larra reached orgasm.
She fell back on the bed totally
drained. The sudden sensation
resulted in James reaching an explosive orgasm, and he collapsed on top off
her equally exhausted. It was
the most incredible sex he had ever had.
He was amazed that a woman so young and untutored had the passion
and power to create such an incredible
experience.
For a long time the two lovers lay in each other’s arms, too
fatigued to do more than hold one
another. Then they both drifted
off to a deep and satisfying sleep.
The sound of servants moving about outside the room and the smell
of breakfast cooking awakened the lovers.
James awoke first. For
a time he simply gazed at the lovely vision cradled in his
arms. Her thick dark hair spread
across the pillows. He perfect
breasts rose and fell in the gentle rhythm of
sleep. Her honeyed lips were
slightly parted and unbelievably
inviting. James could not resist
the urge to kiss her, caressing her lips with
his. She stirred as she slowly
awoke, and he kissed an exquisite pink
nipple. Larra awoke languorously,
feeling the pleasurable touch of lips on her
body.
“Ahh, James,” she
whispered. “You have been
my salvation.” And she took
his head in her hands and kissed him with deep
emotion.
James moved his hand down to her inner thigh, and Larra immediately
responded, taking his soft penis in her hand and squeezing it gently. Within
a few seconds his member hardened once again. The next two hours were spent
in a reprise of the events of the previous evening as Larra and James joined
their bodies in a sexual frenzy once again.
The next few weeks were spent in a state of bliss that Larra had
never before encountered. She
and James made love time and again.
So infatuated were they that the start of Larra’s expedition
was actually delayed by two weeks.
Only the fact that James was going with her made it possible to
leave. She and James worked on
the preparation of the safari.
There was much to do, but she and James kept on getting
“distracted.” Eventually,
however, they reached the day of departure.
Larra and James were seated on mules, as were the other white members
of the expedition. There were
five whites in all, each one heavily
armed. Accompanying them were
fifteen black soldiers and 50
porters. Larra was dressed
like the other whites in typical beige or tan hunting attire. The only difference
was that she wore a light cotton blouse instead of a heavy
shirt. Otherwise, the safari
leaders were dressed uniformly.
As the party set out James and Larra were riding side by side, slightly
ahead of the others. James turned
to Larra. “You realize the
danger of this expedition don’t you, my
darling?”
“I should understand that better than anyone here.” replied
Larra calmly, but she shuddered at the revival of suppressed
memories.
“There is a chance that we will never return, and I would like
to give you this.” With
that James placed a small box in Larra’s
hands.
Larra opened the box, filled with
curiosity. Inside was a gold
ring, set with a small diamond. She
looked up at James, expectantly.
“It belonged to my mother,” he
said. “It was one of the
few things that she left me when she
died. I know that you are deserving
of something much finer. But I could not think of anything I could give you
that is so valuable to me. Will
you accept it?”
Larra was overcome with emotion.
“James,” she stammered, stumbling over her words, “Are
… are … are you asking… are you asking m… m… me
to…to…”
“Yes,” said James, finishing her sentence for
her. “I want you to marry
me.”
“Yes!” she shouted.
“Yes, YES,
YES!”
Larra reached across the space that separated them and wrapped her
arms around James’ neck, giving him a most passionate kiss, and almost
falling off her mule in the process.
The rest of the whites in the safari moved up around them offering
their congratulations. Apparently
James proposal was not unexpected, except by Larra.
Larra placed the ring on her
finger. She felt that her life
was complete. She had never been
so joyful. Her relationship with
James had evolved into deep love.
It was a part of her life that had been
missing. She had never known
her mother and her father had died when she was only
nine. All her life she had been
denied normal human relationships.
Now her intimacy with James had filled that
void. There was now meaning in
her life beyond that of attempting to prove herself in the world of
archeology.
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