Adventures
in the Lost World
Episode 1
Atawna and the Lost World
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Chapter
16
Interrogation
Lin Yao sat close to
Chara. They were far above the
ground in one of the aerial nests that the two jungle girls were so adept
at building. A few trees away
Atawna and James were in another of the
nests. The four of them no longer
spent the nights together anymore, instead Atawna and James spent the nights
together. Sometimes when they
were very loud Lin Yao could hear them.
It didnt seem to bother Chara, but Lin Yao found it
embarrassing. She was experiencing
one of those moments now.
James and Atawna
mating, Chara pointed out brightly.
Lin Yao blushed even more
deeply. It was strange how it
still affected her. She was no
longer an innocent virgin, but she still found certain aspects of human relations
embarrassing. Perhaps it was
because it was her brother that was
involved. Sisters were not supposed
to be around when that sort of thing
happened.
Mating, Chara repeated.
Yes, Lin Yao
nodded. She tried to change the
subject. Do you have any
fruit left.? She wasnt
really hungry, she just wanted to get Charas mind off her sister and
James. The girl seemed to find
the amorous activities of her sister endlessly
fascinating.
Chara reached into her bag and pulled out some exotic
fruit. Lin Yao had no idea what
it was called, but she knew that it was
delicious. Perhaps tomorrow she
would ask Chara to show her where she had gotten it
from.
Two trees away Atawna arched her back as James moved
within her. She and James had
made love every night since the first
time. It was something that neither
of them ever got enough of. James
was a wonderful mate, gentle and tireless in the performance of his
duty. She especially liked it
when he sucked her nipples while bringing her to
climax. She was very close now
as was her lover. James shifted
his powerful body and placed his hands in the small of her back, lifting
her as he buried himself deep inside her.
With a groan he released his seed into her fertile
womb. Atawna
gasped. She felt
something. Then her vagina contracted
as she too reached sexual release.
Exhausted, they lay in each others arms, blissfully
aware of the beating of the others
heart. This time Atawna was aware
of something else. Deep within
her uterus a seed had been planted.
She was carrying James
child. She sighed slowly, letting
the air flow out of her lungs. She
was happy beyond imagining, but she would not tell him
yet. It was best to wait a day
or so to make certain. Soon,
her body would let her know whether a child ripened within
her.
Featherstone and Vishinsky sorted through the British
adventurers belongings. They
had thought that just by chance they might find what they were looking for
in her personal possessions, but so far they had not found a thing
worthwhile.
Vishinsky picked up the heavy gold locket that she had
been wearing when he stripped her.
It was quite large and ornate and had definite
possibilities. He flicked the
catch and popped it open. Inside
was a picture of three children. No
doubt members of
Sentimental junk, he said, tossing the locket
into a pile of other personal items.
Well find nothing
here. Tomorrow we start work
on both of them. Sooner or later
they will tell us what they know.
Agreed, said
Featherstone. He was looking
forward to it. Making
Melissa was desperate for
water. After raping her, Featherstone
had left her bound on the bed, her body arched by hogtying her wrists to
her ankles. Her torn left breast
hurt terribly although it had stopped bleeding, but little had been done
to keep the flies away from her.
They covered her body, drinking her sweat, trying to crawl into her
eyes, nose, mouth, and ears, and no doubt laying their eggs in her
wound.
She tried to move and moaned at the pain it
caused. Her hands were badly
swollen from the tightness of the ropes about her wrists and her body ached,
especially in those parts of her body Featherstone had
targeted. Featherstone,
you stupid bastard, she thought.
How are you going to torture me if I
die?
As if to answer her question the tent flap was pulled
aside and the two young Russian women she had seen earlier
entered. They were both quite
attractive, but that was not what Melissa noticed about
them. It was what they were carrying
that interested her.
The dark-haired girl lifted her into a sitting position
and the petite blonde held the canteen to her
lips.
Peet,
the girl said softly.
Melissa gulped down the water, trying not to spill any
of the precious liquid.
Thank you, she gasped.
The girl said something else in Russian, but Melissa
did not have Larras gift for
languages. She nodded and accepted
another drink.
The water helped to revive her somewhat, but she felt
very weak. She knew that torture
awaited her and wondered if she would be able to stand up to
it. Already Featherstones
technique of brutality and sexual molestation was beginning to break her
down. How long would she last
once he started on her?
The girls tried to shoo the flies away from her naked
body. With one of the young women
still holding her in a sitting position the other took a damp cloth, and
spilling some of the water onto it, began to wipe off her
body. The simple bath felt
deliciously cool. In spite of
her battered physical condition, the sensation of the cool cloth on her body
was almost erotic. Melissa closed
her eyes and let the dark-haired girl hold
her.
Enjoying yourself, Miss
Gallant? Featherstones
voice jerked her awake. The two
Russian girls stared nervously at the tall disfigured spectre in the doorway
of the tent. Youve
lounged around long enough.
Its time to get
serious. He turned slightly
and said something in Russian.
Immediately, two men entered the
tent. Quickly they untied
Melissas ankles and hauled her to her
feet.
Melissa tried to be strong, but her legs buckled beneath
her. She had been tied so long
that her feet were numb and she could not
stand. That mattered very little
to her Russian captors, however.
Grabbing her under the arms they dragged her from the tent, her naked
feet trailing in the dust. Her
heart pounded as she was hauled through the camp toward the
trees. What awaited her there
she had no idea, but she was certain that it would be up to Featherstones
brutal standards. Give
me strength, she thought.
Give me strength.
Larras chest heaved as she watched Vishinsky pull
up his pants. His eyes remained
on her all of the time, taking in her helpless
body. Now you English
whore, he said as he pulled on his shirt, it is time to join
your friend.
Larra had little time to wonder what friend he was referring
to. Two men came into the tent
and used the staff behind her back to pull her to her
feet. Her legs were no longer
tied, but she was in no position to use
them. Tightly held on either
side, she was forced to go where the two Russians took
her. They guided her toward the
forest, marching her much faster than she cared to
go. The workout she had received
from Vishinsky had left her sore and
bruised. But her mind was quickly
diverted from her own discomfort when she reached the edge of the
camp.
Melissa was there.
Her tall exquisitely proportioned friend was staked out on the ground,
her back arched over an eight inch diameter
log. Her legs were spread and
secured by a couple of stakes that had been driven into the ground, and her
arms were stretched over her head and secured by a rope that led off toward
the trees.
But it was not Melissas position that Larra found
most disturbing. It was the condition
of her body. A large festering
wound in her left breast oozed blood, and her thighs were badly bruised as
was her face. Featherstone stood
beside her, a sardonic grin on his face.
Larra had to fight hard to control her rage, knowing that it would
simply give the vicious English traitor more
pleasure. She was also acutely
aware of her own highly vulnerable and naked
condition. It was difficult to
bristle with righteous indignation when being dragged before her captor bound
and helpless.
Ah
Larra was walked to a position just in front of
Melissa. No doubt Featherstone
wanted her companion to be able to see what he was going to do to
her. She wondered what he had
planned. He had a preference
for flogging and she had been the recipient of that fetish on several
occasions. Dangling from a branch
over her head was a length of rope that was no doubt to be used to bind
her. The setting seemed all too
familiar.
Featherstone approached her with a length of rope, but
he was taking no chances. Before
he got within range of her beautiful but dangerous legs, one of the Russians
tied each of her ankles to stakes set of either side of
her. It left her with her legs
slightly spread and unable to use them in any way to defend or
attack. Only then did Featherstone
step close to her.
I assume you are familiar with Japanese rope bondage,
Larra did not reply.
In spite of the fact that she had fought against the Japanese in the
war, and had suffered personal injury and humiliation at their hands, she
was proud of her Japanese heritage.
Japanese rope bondage, however, was something that she found both
painful and degrading. It had
been her misfortune to experience its full impact as a prisoner of the Japanese
and had no wish to repeat the experience.
Featherstone, however, was not about to give her any choice in the
matter.
Larra fought to hold back a grimace as Featherstone tightened
the first knot. Ropes crisscrossed
her breasts in a sort of hemp brassiere.
Featherstone was now drawing tight a loop that had been wound about
her left breast, constricting it tightly and causing it to bulge out like
a balloon. The coarse rope was
already causing her considerable pain, but she knew that it would get worse
as the circulation of blood in her breast was restricted by the
rope.
Featherstone grinned as he used his hook and good hand
to tighten the rope. Then he
proceeded to bind Larras other breast in the same
manner. This should make
you feel right at home you Jap half-breed, he
sneered. Larra winced, no longer
able to remain expressionless as her breasts were painfully bound, but
Featherstone was just getting started.
He pulled down the length of rope that hung over her
head and attached it to the rope halter he had made for her
breasts. With sudden apprehension
Larra saw what Featherstone intended to
do. Fear of the pain to come
welled up within her, but she was powerless to prevent what he was going
to do.
Now, you Eurasian whore, the fun begins,
Featherstone chortled as he walked to the other end of the rope he had tied
between her breasts. Larra saw
that the rope went from her breasts to a branch over her head and then parallel
to the ground to a second branch before
descending. The end of the rope
stopped about four feet above the ground where it was attached to a large
wicker basket. Beside the basket
was a large pile of stones. The
English traitor picked up one of the stones and set it into the
basket. Immediately Larra felt
the tension of the ropes binding her breasts increase as the weight of the
basket pulled them upward.
Larra took a deep
breath. She would need all of
her strength and courage to survive this.
Featherstone added another
stone and then another. Slowly
the basket descended lifting her swollen breasts still
higher. Larra fought down the
urge to scream. She must not
break. If she did it wouldnt
take long for Featherstone to get everything out of her and she needed to
set an example of strength for Melissa.
A few feet away, a groan escaped her friends lips as she too
underwent her own painful ordeal.
Melissa was slowly being pulled
apart. She had watched in horror
as Featherstone had bound Larra, but had said
nothing. She was too busy
concentrating on what Vishinsky was doing to
her. Her long supple body was
stretched tightly across the log.
Unable to move she could only endure as Vishinsky turned a crude
winch. The ropes from her wrists
ran to the winch, which was nothing more than a log that Vishinsky had fixed
between two tree trunks. Using
a short length of wood as a lever, he slowly tightened the ropes, pulling
her body taut and then slowly separating her shoulder
joints. Already in considerable
pain, Melissa could not bite back a
groan.
Now, said Featherstone, addressing both helpless
women. I want some
information. I know about the
Eye of
Thoth. I know it has the power to heal and
create eternal youth. Both of
you are proof of that. I intend
to have it. Sooner or later you
will tell me what I want to know.
It is only a matter of time until one or the other of you
breaks. You can endure hours
of pain or just tell me now.
Go to hell, Larra muttered between clenched
teeth. I dont know
what you are talking about and wouldnt tell you even if I
did.
Uncooperative to the end, Featherstone said,
running his hands over Larras painfully swollen
breasts. Perhaps Miss Gallant
might be a little more forthcoming.
Leave her alone, Larra
gasped. Youve brutalized
her enough.
Not enough to earn your cooperation, however,
Featherstone replied.
Lets see if we cant do something to make her more
cooperative. He nodded
to Vishinsky, who returned his look with a
grin. Without waiting for further
orders the huge Russian began to bind Melissas
breasts.
Aagghh! Melissa cried as Vishinsky cruelly
cinched the rope around her injured left
breast. Almost immediately a
trickle of blood began to flow from the half-healed
wound. Ignoring her pain, Vishinsky
went about the business of binding her breasts crossing the ropes over and
around her upper torso until both of her splendid mammary glands bulged with
the pressure of the rope bondage.
Then he attached a rope between her breasts identically to the way
that Larra had been bound. At
the other end of the rope was another basket, which Vishinsky slowly began
to fill with rocks. Gradually
the rope tightened, lifting Melissas body until it was suspended by
her breasts alone. She was painfully arched, her wrists and ankles anchoring
her at either end, and her roped breasts pulling her body toward the
treetops. An agonized scream
burst from her lips as excruciating pain ripped through her
body.
Let her go, Featherstone, Larra
implored. Ill do
anything you want.
You are such a whore,
Sweat streaked Lishas tall, graceful
body. She had been struggling
with her bonds for over an hour, ever since the Russian who hade been watching
her had left. There was still
another Russian outside the tent, but he was not watching her too
closely. He was apparently distracted
by the terrible screams coming from Larra and
Melissa. It didnt seem
to matter much, however. The
ropes that bound her were very skillfully tied and her struggles simply seemed
to make them tighter.
She was half-naked, her shirt having been stripped from
her body before she was tied up. It
didnt really matter to her; the Lost World culture from which she had
originated regarded nudity as the norm.
The fixation with wearing clothing had always puzzled her, but she
went along with it for the sake of her
companions.
She tensed her muscles, straining at the ropes until
blood ran from her tethered wrists.
There! She could feel
the ropes slip a bit. Just a
little bit more
A movement at the door to the tent caught her
attention. Two Russians were
standing there. They looked at
her and then looked toward the source of the
screams. Then they said something
Lisha did not understand and came into the
tent. Taking her under the arms
they dragged her through the doorway and toward the heavy forest on the side
of the camp away from where Larra and Melissa were being
tortured. Lisha struggled
helplessly. Inside a chill of
fear twisted her stomach. She
had no doubt why she was being dragged from the
camp. The animal grins of the
faces of her abductors told it all.
Filipp and Vadim hurriedly dragged the defenceless black
woman toward a secluded place at the edge of the
forest. It was near the river
and the sound of the rushing water would mask her
screams. They were devoted
communists, but ideological loyalty had its
limits. Why should Vishinsky
and Featherstone have all the fun?
They had been without a woman for just as long as either of their
superiors, and they intended to remedy the situation as quickly as
possible. They were not particularly
concerned about being caught. They
were Featherstones men and they had found their leader to be rather
lenient when it came to matters of the
flesh. The man hated
women. They doubted that they
would be punished for having a little fun.
They hauled their prize into a space between two large
boulders. There was a large flat
rock there and it seemed perfect for stretching out their victim and enjoying
her to the full. She was a
magnificent animal; taller than either of them with large full breasts tipped
with coal black nipples. Her
dark skin glistened with sweat and she struggled feebly to escape as they
lay her on the flat stone.
Ill go first, Filipp
said. It was my
idea.
Vadim nodded.
Just dont take too
long. I want a decent shot at
that black cunt too.
Dont worry, grinned
Filipp. Youll get
a turn. Help hold her still while
I take off her pants.
The powerfully muscled woman began to thrash frantically
as Filipp began to unbuckle her belt, but Vadim had a good hold on her, his
hands clamped over her soft rounded
breasts. The woman became frantic
as he untied her legs and began to pull down her trousers, muffled grunts
and cries coming from under her gag.
She was fighting with everything she had and it took all of Filipps
strength to hold her even with Vadims help.
A real lioness this one, Filipp
grinned. Just imagine what
shes going to be like when I fuck her.
He sat on her legs to remove her boots, and then peeled
off her trousers. Her almost
naked body gleamed in the sunlight, wet with sweat and heaving from
exertions. Quickly, Filipp dropped
his pants. He was hard and ready,
but before he started he wanted to hear his victim beg for
mercy. He removed her
gag.
The beautiful African spat in his
face.
Bitch, said
Filipp. He struck her with his
closed fist, catching her square on the
jaw. Then opening his hand he
slapped her hard once, twice, a half dozen
times. For a few seconds her
struggles stopped. Moving between
her powerful legs he spread her wide and entered her.
Aaaahhh!
The dark-skinned beauty screamed in rage and pain, twisting her body
violently. She was like a wild
animal and it took the combined strength of both men to hold
her.
Filipp had never experienced anything like it in his
life. The woman bucked beneath
him like a colt. He thrust into
her, enjoying her warm depths as she writhed beneath
him. Vadim clamped her heaving
breasts, helping to hold her and mauling her at the same
time. His fingers dug into her
quivering flesh bruising the magnificent
mounds. The magnificent woman,
however, never gave up. Battling
hard she fought until Filipp was through with
her. Only when the Russian thug
pulled his dripping phallus from her body did she cease her struggles and
lie quiescent, her panting body quivering from exertion.
Now me, Vadim
said. Turn her
over.
Lisha grunted in dismay as she was flipped onto her
belly. Her captors arranged her
so that she was pressed face-down onto the large
boulder. Cursing, she swore at
them in Ullabomban and then in English.
The two men laughed as Vadim climbed between her thighs from
behind. In this position she
was even more helpless. She screamed
in anger, her body writhing in a frenzied attempt to
escape. And then Vadim drove
into her, sinking his shaft into her slick
vulva. He drove in hard, taking
advantage of the fact that her vagina was now partly lubricated from
Filipps rape.
Vadim grunted like a pig as he took
her. He drove in and out of her
for several minutes before withdrawing.
I want something a bit more challenging, he
announced.
Shifting his target he thrust hard at the tiny bud marking
Lishas anus.
Aaahhh! Lisha
screamed. She was being ripped
open, her tight sphincter resisting Vadims penetration, but the weight
and power of the man forcing him into
her.
Ah, crowed
Vadim. So much
better. She is almost painfully
tight.
Filipp circled in front of the plunging
woman. Her back was arched, her
breasts almost lifting clear of the stone in her attempt to
escape. Her mouth was open as
she panted for air. She was too
much to resist. Seizing her long
silken hair, he wrenched her head back and thrust his once more erect phallus
into her mouth.
Aaahh! You
bitch! Filipp
screamed in pain and rage as Lisha bit off the end of his
penis. Blood spurted from the
injured member and he clamped his hand around it while hopping up and down
in agony. Fortunately for him,
Lishas teeth had claimed only the tip of his organ, but the pain was
still excruciating.
God damned nigger bitch, he
screamed. Ill kill
her. Making his way painfully
to the rock he delivered a kick to Lishas
ribs. Still impaled by Vadim,
she was helpless to avoid it.
Go easy, Vadim
protested. He had no wish to
have his fun curtailed. The powerful
woman was writhing beneath him, her movements squeezing his
manhood. But Filipp was out of
control. Picking up a large rock
from the banks of the river he raised it over his
head. Lisha looked up helplessly
as he prepared to crush her skull.
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