Adventures
in the Lost World
Episode 1
Atawna and the Lost World
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Chapter
15 Hell
Antonov huddled in the pouring
rain. Beside him were the shivering
forms of eight of his men and the two
girls. They were all that was
left of his command. Surprisingly,
one of them was Vishinsky, who despite his head wound had led the dash for
the forest. Another was the foreigner
who had been added to the expedition.
He watched them from the shelter of a large leaf, a contemptuous smile
on his face.
What is so funny? Antonov said
irritably.
Nothing in particular, the foreigner
replied. Its just
that I have never seen an ambush so poorly
handled.
I suppose you could do better, Antonov
growled. The mans arrogance
seemed insufferable.
I
have done better, the foreigner
replied.
I didnt see you when we tried to trap her,
Vishinsky interrupted.
Im no fool, the foreign archeologist
replied. When dealing with
Vishinsky got to his
feet. If you have a plan,
tell us what it is; otherwise shut up.
Im glad you are finally ready to listen,
the foreigner replied. He leaned
forward conspiratorially.
This is what I think we should do.
Larra watched the
darkness. Other than the usual
chorus of rainforest sounds she could hear
nothing. But that was a good
sign. It was when the noise stopped
that it was important to be alert.
She couldnt stop worrying about Lin Yao and
James. It was the curse of
motherhood. No matter how grown
up her children seemed they were still like infants when it came to caring
about them.
Moving closer to the fire she tossed another log into
the flames. It was important
to keep it going. Most animals
were afraid of fire and the smoke helped to keep the insects
away. In the tent behind her
were her four companions. It
was
She didnt like sitting in front of the
fire. It made her too much of
a target. But she was depending
on the buzzing of the insects to help her
out. They were very much attuned
to intruders and usually interrupted their nocturnal songs when
disturbed. As long as they filled
the night with their chirping she was probably
safe.
What is that? whispered Antonov as he watched
the foreigner assembling a long tubular
object.
Blowpipe, the man replied as he carefully
connected each piece. Both men
were trying to ignore the swarms of insects that sought to enjoy their
blood. The foreigner had taken
the tubular contraption from his backpack once he and Antonov had come within
sight of the camp. They were
still a few hundred feet away, but could see the glowing of the fire through
the forest.
Why didnt you use that earlier? Antonov
asked.
Even in the dark Antonov could sense the strange
archeologists sneer.
Its not nearly as good as a
gun. I just never realized how
incompetent you were.
Antonov fell silent.
One day he promised himself, it would be his pleasure to put his fist
into the smug foreigners face.
For now he was the only real chance they
had. He had to take
Im ready, the foreigner
said. Well wait until
they change shifts. It will mask
my movements.
Larra yawned and looked at her
watch.
Anything? Lisha
asked. She was a woman of few
words.
Larra shook her head.
Everythings
qui
Ahhh!
What is it? Lisha asked.
Something just bit me, Larra
said. She slowly raised her hand
to her neck. Lisha its
a dart!
Lisha stared into the
darkness. She opened her mouth
to shout a warning and then gasped as a sharp pain bit her
shoulder. She looked down and
saw a tiny dart, no bigger than a darning needle sticking out of her smooth
skin. Beside her Larra was
collapsing, her fingers still fumbling with the dart that protruded from
her neck.
Melissa!
Ayashe! Lisha cried
then she too fell, her body missing the campfire by just
inches.
Melissa and Ayashe bundled out of the tent, their weapons
at the ready. Immediately they
moved out of the glare of the fire and blended into the
shadows. Both had seen the fallen
forms of Larra and Lisha.
Incredibly it seemed that the Russians had come
back.
Good evening, Miss Gallant, came a voice
from out of the darkness.
Melissa froze and a cold sweat broke out on her
skin. She had never expected
to hear that voice again, but the upper class English accent was
unmistakable.
Featherstone, she gasped.
Oh youre very good, Miss
Gallant. You get a
prize. Now be a good
girl. You and your Indian friend
come out where I can see you. If
you dont Im going to ask my good friend the Colonel to put a
bullet through
Melissa did not
reply. Featherstone of all
people. The man was nothing more
than a foul piece of excrement. He
was brutal, cowardly, and incredibly inventive when it came to torturing
women. He was also the man who
had taken her virginity in a brutal rape and she hated and feared him more
than anyone she knew.. He ought
to have died long ago, but somehow he managed to
survive. Surrendering to him
would be tantamount to committing
suicide.
Im waiting, Miss Gallant, came
Featherstones taunting voice.
Perhaps Ill just have the Colonel put a bullet through
Scum, muttered
Melissa. Racism was another of
Featherstones more endearing
traits. But she didnt have
much choice. Slowly she got to
her feet, raised her hands and stepped in front of the
fire. She didnt look at
Ayashe. What the Dene girl did
was entirely up to her.
Ayashe dropped her
rifle. Surrendering was the last
thing she wanted to do, but she knew more than she would have liked about
Reginald Featherstone. She
couldnt leave her friends to face him
alone. And she knew he was quite
capable of carrying out his threat of maiming her helpless companions if
she did not give herself up as well.
Featherstone stepped into the firelight followed by the
Russian Colonel and about nine other Russians including two
women. Most of them did not have
weapons, but the few that did were more than enough to cover the two unarmed
women.
Get on yours knees and put your hands behind your
backs, ordered
Featherstone.
For a second Melissa just stared at the British
traitor. This was a man who had
betrayed his country to the Nazis and now it seemed the
Russians. Apparently ideology
meant very little to him. She
felt an inward satisfaction as she glared at
him. A terrible scar ran diagonally
across his face, from his right eye to the edge of his
jaw. His once prominent nose
had been smashed flat and his left cheekbone appeared to have been caved
in. She remembered how he had
screamed when Larra had slammed an iron bar across his
face. She had thought the blow
had killed him, but she had been wrong.
Yes, Miss Gallant, Featherstone
hissed. I am not a pretty
sight. But I intend to remedy
that.
Melissa did as she was
told. A deep sense of dread seized
her as she felt Vishinsky grab her wrists and begin to tie
her. Once again she and her
companions had fallen prey to one of their
enemies. Would they be fortunate
enough to somehow find a way to escape, or would their luck finally run
out? She took a slow deep
breath. Tomorrow she suspected,
was going to prove to be a very long and painful day.
Featherstone didnt wait for the next
day. As soon as Melissas
wrists were bound he had her escorted to one of the empty
tents. It was Larras, but
Featherstone wasnt particular.
It was the biggest tent in the camp and had a comfortable bed that
one of the porters had built out of saplings and
canvas. Melissa knew what was
going to happen to her as soon as she was pushed through the
entrance. Inside a lantern had
been lit, providing enough light for what Featherstone was going to
do. He pushed her toward the
bed and then as she struggled to get free he began to remove her
clothing.
Time for us to get reacquainted, Miss Gallant,
the brutal Englishman said as he used his hook to pop the buttons off her
shirt one after the other.
Dont you ever get tired of being a gutless
bastard? Melissa grunted. She
couldnt escape. Featherstone
was straddling her, using his weight to pin her to the
bed. Her ankles were tethered
with a short length of rope so she couldnt kick him or even bring up
her knees to fend him off. All
she could do was twist her body in a futile attempt to shake him
off.
You always have to use that smart mouth dont
you, Miss Gallant? Featherstone
sneered. It is almost a
tradition when you and I make love.
And as usual I grow tired of it almost
immediately. Fortunately, this
time I came prepared.
You filthy bast
Melissa began, but
her insult was cut off as a roll of cloth was stuffed into her
mouth. Then using his hook very
adeptly and his left hand, he tied a gag in place preventing any further
coherent protests.
Mmmpph! Melissa
grunted. Featherstone had completely
unbuttoned her shirt now revealing her lace-covered
breasts.
These are even prettier than I remember,
Featherstone crowed as he used his left hand to snap the elastic of
Melissas bra. Her rose-tipped
breasts fell free.
Yes, very
pretty. Featherstone bent
his head and tongued Melissas left nipple and then switched to the
right breast. Melissa mentally
cringed as he suckled, but maintained
self-control. For some reason
the brutal Englishman was being unusually
gentle. Featherstone like to
hurt the women he violated. Hurt
them as much as possible, but the movements of his mouth on her breasts were
tender, almost loving.
Ah, Miss Gallant, your charms are every bit as
succulent as I remember. Your
breasts are like ripe peaches, warm and juicy.
Melissa would have spat into his face if she had not
been gagged. His weight pinning
her to the bed, she could do nothing more than lie there and let him do what
he wanted, but her deep brown eyes glared hatred.
Still the spitfire arent you, Miss
Gallant? Still so
defiant. Lets see if you
are still as strong as I remember.
Mmmpphh!
Melissa
couldnt help but protest in terror.
Featherstone was slowly dragging the point of his steel hook over
her breast. The point was very
sharp, almost like a needle as it traced a thin line of blood as it cut into
the magnificent curvature of her left breast.
Not so strong now, are
you? Featherstone
taunted. He increased the pressure,
forcing the needle point into her areola just above her
nipple. Melissa trembled, trying
hard not to show her fear. Now
her captor was showing his true nature, inflicting as much pain as he could
while he watched her face to gauge her reaction.
Thats it, be strong, Miss
Gallant. You will need to
be. Featherstone finished
by digging the point of the hook into her
breast. Melissa held back a scream
as blood bubbled up from the wound.
Then with a quick twist of his wrist, Featherstone penetrated the
breast, driving the hook right through her areola so that the metal entered
on one side and the bloody needle point emerged from the
other.
Nnnnngghhhh!
Melissas muffled scream could be heard clearly
throughout the camp. Outside
the tent, Vishinsky smiled while Antonov looked
shocked. The two Russian girls
looked at one another, fear flickering over their
faces. Ayashe, bound and gagged
and awaiting her fate next to the unconscious forms of Lisha and Larra,
paled. She knew that once
Featherstone was finished with Melissa he would likely turn to her
next. Futilely she struggled
to loosen the ropes that bound her.
Nnnnnngggghhh! Melissa screamed again as
Featherstone twisted the hook in the
wound. Blood spurted from her
bleeding breast, splattering on his clothing and turning Melissas fair
skin crimson before dripping off her body and staining the
bed.
Pretty, Featherstone
crowed. Very
pretty. He wrenched out
the hook causing another cry of pain from his helpless
victim. His sadistic action had
him fully aroused now, the way it always
did. He was ready to take her,
show her what it was like to be his sexual
slave. Just like the first time
so many years ago when he had pinned the teenage Melissa beneath him and
taken her virginity. Ah, it was
so good to be the dominant member of the human
species.
He unbuckled her belt and yanked her trousers
down. Then he tore off her silk
panties revealing her the dark patch of hair bordering her
vulva. Just as I remembered,
Miss Gallant. Lets see
if we can recreate the magic of the first time I made love to
you.
Melissa moaned.
Her left breast pulsed blood and burned with
agony. She was almost fainting
with pain and struggled only weakly as Featherstone removed her boots and
pulled down her trousers.
He spread her legs and unbuckled his
belt. Unzipping his trousers
Featherstone revealed his erect phallus.
It was an impressive organ, one that Melissa had seen several
times. Even in her pain she struggled
to escape as he prepared to violate her
again.
Still playing the reluctant lover, Miss Gallant?
sneered Featherstone. We
have done this so often I am surprised you still pretend that you do not
like it. Soon, however, I will
have you screaming in pleasure.
He leaned toward her.
Melissa redoubled her efforts to escape, her breasts quivering with
the effort, but Featherstone placed a hand on her undamaged right breast
and pushed her flat. Then without
further ceremony he entered her hard.
Melissa shuddered as she was raped. Her body twisting
under the pain. Humiliated she
was helpless as Featherstone did whatever he wanted to
her. Again and again the villain
drove into her, using his male member more as an instrument of torture than
one of love and procreation. When
he finally finished, Melissa was wet with blood and sweat, but Featherstone
wasnt quite finished yet.
Pulling his dripping phallus from Melissas panting
body, he reached down and pulled her into a sitting
position. Then snagging his hook
in her shirt, he held her in a sitting position and with his left hand slapped
her face forward and backward several
times.
Thats enough for tonight, Featherstone
said, letting the nearly unconscious woman fall
back. Tomorrow we continue
the lesson. Get some
rest. Youre really going
to need it.
The bright light of day hurt her eyes, but Larra forced
them open. There was a painful
throbbing in her head and it took a few seconds for her to remember the sting
of the dart at is struck her neck.
Her heart leapt into her throat, however, when she saw the shape looming
over her. It was one of the Russian
thugs who had menaced her. The
man grinned, but the smile was hardly
reassuring. He was a huge man,
probably weighing almost double what she did and his appearance was decidedly
menacing. It was then that Larra
found she was tightly bound.
Someone had placed a sturdy wooden pole across the small of her back
and bent her arms under it, tying them at the wrists across her flat
belly. The pole was elevated
about eighteen inches off the ground and her legs were bent beneath it so
that she was kneeling with her back arched across the pole in a most sexually
provocative position. She noted
with some alarm that she was naked from the waist up and that her prominent
breasts were badly bruised. Someone
had been playing with them while she was
unconscious.
Why does that not surprise me? she
thought.
Off to one side, something
moved. Larra did not take her
eyes from the man in front of her, but her peripheral vision picked up something
and then a familiar voice sent a chill through her
veins.
Larra turned her
head. Reginald
Featherstone, she said slowly.
The same, Featherstone replied, a crooked
smile creasing his distorted features.
Youre looking well, Larra
said. How have things been
for you?
Better than they are going to be for you, you arrogant
bitch. Featherstone touched
his scared face with his hook.
I havent forgotten
this. When I am through with
you death will seem a welcome
pleasure. He leaned closer
to her, his face only a foot from hers.
But before you die you will tell me about the
Eye
of
Thoth.
I dont know what you are talking about,
Larra said. What is the
Eye of
Thoth?
I just love it when you play games with me,
Featherstone leered. I
used to be an impatient man, but adversity has taught me to slow down and
enjoy the finer things in life.
Torturing you will be one of those finer
things. I plan to draw it out
for as long as possible, so please dont give in too
soon.
Larra shuddered.
Reginald Featherstone had always been a cruel and brutal
adversary. Now it seemed that
his desire for vengeance and his physical deformities had warped him even
further.
Miss Gallant and I have already been
reacquainted, Featherstone
continued. His twisted features
contorting into a gruesome leer.
She was delightful as always.
You bastard! Larra
exclaimed. You brutal
bastard!
Finally a true show of your feelings,
Featherstone sneered. This
is going to be pleasant. Very
pleasant. I will let you watch
the next time I enjoy Miss Gallant.
If you have hurt
her
Larra did not
finish. She had allowed Featherstone
to goad her into an emotional reaction.
Her naked breasts were heaving and her helpless body was covered with
sweat as she twisted unconsciously, straining to get at the sneering
Englishman.
Delightful is she not, Comrade
Vishinksy?
The big man she had first seen stepped
forward. His face was warped
in anger. Not so high and
mighty now are you, you aristocratic bitch? the man
sneered. Now you will
experience the peoples vengeance.
Peoples vengeance? asked Larra, regaining
control. I see only a hulking
coward. Untie me and we will
see how brave the people are.
The man laughed.
Still full of aristocratic arrogance, the man
replied. It is time to
change that tune.
Enjoy yourself, Comrade, Featherstone
said. I think you will
find
Vishinsky glared angrily at
Featherstone. He spoke no English
and had not understood a word he said.
Featherstone switched into
Russian. Enjoy her
comrade. She is certainly one
of the best fucks I have ever had.
And dont worry about hurting
her. She likes a man who hurts
her a little bit.
Larra glowered at
Featherstone. He had by accident
hit a little close to the mark. She
did like a little pain when making love.
All of her lovers had been big men, but being raped was another thing
entirely. There was nothing she
feared more. The humiliation
of being forced to have sex against her will was a stomach churning
experience. She had cried like
a baby the first time it had happened to her and subsequent experiences were
not much better. However, she
tried not to show her fear or revulsion.
Men like Vishinsky enjoyed the feeling of power it gave them when
women cried out or begged for mercy.
She intended to give them as little satisfaction as
possible.
Featherstone turned to leave, but as he did he made one
more parting remark over his shoulder.
Enjoy the slut, Comrade.
I expect she will give you at least as much pleasure as Miss Gallant
gave me.
You cowardly hyena, Larra called after
him. You will pay for
this!
Featherstone laughed as he moved
away. I have already paid
for it
Larras attention returned to
Vishinsky. He towered
over. His tongue flicked over
his lips. His thoughts and intentions
were obvious, but she was helpless to do anything to stop
it.
English whore, Vishinsky
said. Now you will begin
to pay for your crimes. He
began to remove his belt.
Larra curled her lip.
Brave man, she
sneered. When did rape
become part of the peoples justice?
The Russians face clouded in
anger. Capitalist
bitch. I will show you
justice. The justice of a Russian
man. He dropped his pants,
revealing that his manhood was definitely proportional to the rest of his
body.
Larra tensed.
Flexing her muscles she tried to break free of her restraints, but
there was almost no give. He
captor grinned. Afraid,
capitalist trollop? Dont
worry I will treat you with the respect an exploiter of the masses
deserves.
Vishinsky was kneeling in front of her
now. He had stripped off all
of his clothing. And was now
removing the last of hers. In
order to do that he had to untie her ankles, which were tethered to the same
pole that bound her arms. Larra,
however, was in no position to stop him.
Her legs were bent beneath her, and she could only struggle helplessly
as Vishinsky jerked down her trousers, exposing her luscious
loins.
Only her filmy panties
provided her any privacy and Vishinsky left these on for some
reason.
You show true courage, Larra said
acidly. Small wonder that
communism has swept the earth.
I am not as stupid as you think, capitalist
slut, Vishinsky replied.
I know what you are capable
of. You killed more than a dozen
of my men. I will take no chances
with you, and I will remember what you did when I punish
you.
I committed no crime, Larra
replied. It was you who
ambushed my party. I merely defended
myself.
Vishinsky shifted his body so that he was between her
legs. Capitalist whore,
he said.
Now will begin your
punishment. His
hands closed on her breasts.
Larra winced.
Vishinskys hands fitted the bruises on her breasts
perfectly. Coward,
she said. Fondling unconscious
women is about all you are capable of.
Keep talking, whore, grinned Vishinsky as
his grip tightened on her breasts.
It will be most enjoyable when your jibes turn to
screams.
Larra clenched her jaw as Vishinsky crushed her
breasts. The soft flesh bulged
out between his fingers as he increased the
pressure. Incredible,
the
Uungh! Larra grunted as Vishinsky twisted
her firm but pliant flesh. He
obviously intended to work her over for awhile before raping
her. That probably explained
why he had not removed her panties.
No doubt he found it sexually stimulating to almost undress her, but
leave the most desirable part of her anatomy
covered. But she doubted that
it would last long. Vishinsky
was sporting a huge erection. He
would want to use it soon.
She didnt have long to
wait. Vishinsky was soon gasping
like a beached whale in anticipation of his
prize. Placing his hand in the
waistband of her panties he tore them from her
loins. Now, he said,
you will taste some
Im sure Marx would be proud of you,
Larra sneered. Then she grunted
as Vishinsky entered her.
He took her hard, trying to inflict as much pain as
possible. He
was a big man.
Very big. And it took
all of his strength to force himself into Larras unprepared inner
sanctum. You bastard,
Larra grunted. She was arched
backward across the wooden stave that was pressed into the small of her
back. Her legs were spread wide
as Vishinsky forced his big body between them and pumped like a piston into
her soft yielding depths.
Larra cried out in rage, frustration, and pain as he
was taken yet again against her will.
Blood ran down her thighs from her torn vagina and her belly undulated
as Vishinsky penetrated her. The
Russian was unrelenting, driving into her until he reached the full depths
of her womb. Her finally erupted
within her, spilling his seed into her
uterus. Larra prayed that the
Russians vile milk would sour in her womb.
Vishinksy climbed off the haughty bitch he had just
raped. It was a
start. He had enjoyed it fully,
but now it was time to get serious.
The English whore had information he needed and he was going to enjoy
extracting it.
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