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Larra and James stared about them in
alarm. They were alone in the
strange and magnificent cave temple that they had
discovered. Their friends were
only a few feet away, but separated from them by a massive stone that they
could not hope to move. Who or
what had released the stone that had trapped them, and what other dangers
threatened?
The answer was not long in
coming. A deep voice boomed out
of the shadows. “So, White
Witch, I see you have returned.
This time you will not escape.”
Larra’s blood froze in her
veins. She knew that voice, and
it filled her with terror.
“Chui! He had
survived!”
A tall figure moved into the
sunlight. “Yes, White Witch,
I am still alive. But you will
soon be dead.”
Larra stared aghast at the impressive black
man. He stood at least six feet
eight inches tall and was powerfully
built. Larra thought he looked
somewhat more gaunt than she remembered, but he was every bit as
menacing. The giant African beckoned,
and a half dozen warriors, their spears raised menacingly appeared from out
of the gloom of the cave.
James and Larra moved almost
together. In an instant Larra’s
Browning was in her hand and James’ revolver was in his, but as they
moved so did the warriors, and their deadly spears flew toward
Larra.
Larra dove to avoid the attack, firing as she
moved. The maneuver would have
worked perfectly, had her foot not slipped on a pool of
water. She saw two warriors go
down, dropped by her bullets, but a spear hurtled directly toward
her. A blur interspersed itself
between her and the deadly missile.
She heard a sharp cry. It
was the last sound she ever heard James
make.
James’ body lay on the cave floor before her, a spear projecting
from his chest, and blood spurting from a massive
wound. It was an injury that
Larra knew instinctively no man could
survive. “Oh no!” she
screamed.
“No, no,
no!”
James had sacrificed himself, taking the spear that had been meant
for Larra, but he had paid for that heroic act with his
life. Without thinking, Larra
threw herself upon his body. All
thoughts of defending herself were gone, she only wanted to help her
lover. “James,
James…,” she cried.
Within seconds the black warriors were upon
her. Chui’s powerful voice
roared through the cave. “Do
not kill her. Take her
prisoner!”
Larra found herself hauled to her feet, her arms held tightly by
two powerful warriors. Larra
was too dazed and grief-stricken to fight
back. She heard Chui shout another
command. “Her feet, get
her feet!” Immediately,
her legs were seized by two more warriors, and she was lifted off the ground,
her body stretched between four muscular black men.
Too late, Larra’s sense of self-preservation
overcame her terrible grief, and she began to struggle
violently. The warriors holding
her were caught off guard. They
had expected the weak efforts of a feeble woman and they discovered that
they were holding a leopard. Larra
tore her left leg free and thrusting mightily struck the warrior who had
been holding it just under the jaw.
The blow hurled him backward in a senseless
heap. A fifth warrior jumped
into the fray, managing to seize Larra’s ankle as she pulled her leg
back for a second strike. His
grip however, was not strong and Larra almost broke free
again. Chui himself now entered
the contest, wrapping his arms about Larra’s upper thighs and immobilizing
her. She was now in the grips
of five strong men. Contracting
and expanding her body, Larra heaved with all her
might. Her efforts actually pulled
the mass of manhood back and forth.
It was like trying to hold onto
python. Still, the combined weight
of her black captors slowly began to
tell. Strong as she was, she
could not continue to move over a thousand pounds of muscle
forever. By now Larra’s
struggles had resulted in her body becoming soaked in
perspiration. The buttons on
her blouse had been torn open, revealing a thin shirt that covered her
brassiere. Both her undershirt
and bra were so drenched in sweat that the outline of her inviting nipples
could be seen through the fabric.
Slowly, her struggles weakened until she lay completely still, temporarily
too weak to move.
Chui released his hold on the now quiescent
woman. Moving toward the center
of the cave he gestured toward the altar.
“Move her into the light,” he commanded.
The four warriors still holding Larra carried her to a spot just
in front of the altar stone, which was raised about two feet off the
floor. Chui then moved between
Larra’s legs, which the two warriors holding her had pulled
apart.
Leaning over he leered into her
face. “So White Witch, I
have captured you again. And
this time you will not escape.”
Larra simply glared back at the huge black
man. Chui pulled aside his
loincloth. “Do you remember
this, White Witch?”
Larra shuddered. Of course
she remembered! She stared with
horrid fascination at the stump of what had once been a magnificent
penis. Brutal memories of her
rape at the hands of Chui came flooding
back. In her desperate efforts
to escape she had severed Chui’s sex organ, reducing the proud phallus
to a pitiful stump barely four inches long.
“I will pay you back for
this. You will take a long time
to die. Do you want to know what
I am going to do?”
Larra merely glared at him, meeting his taunting face with a steady
stare. She was helpless, but
her captors might make a mistake and that would give her a chance to escape
and a chance for revenge.
Revenge! Her thoughts
turned to James and she almost wept.
If she got out of this, she would certainly take her
revenge!
Chui continued his jeering
monologue. “I am going to
kill you as slowly as possible.
First I will cut off your beautiful breasts, and then I will dismember
your body bit by bit until there is nothing left of you but an armless and
legless corpse.”
Here Chui paused for effect.
“And then, White Witch,” he continued, “you will die
as I slowly pull your entrails from your
body. I will let you keep your
eyes and ears so that you can see and hear what is being done to
you.
Chui sneered at the helpless
female. “But first,”
he gloated, “I will let my men have a little fun with
you.”
Finishing his statement, Chui laid hold of Larra’s belt and
unbuckled it. He pulled open
her pants to reveal the lacy undergarments that covered her
loins. Then, he untied her bootlaces
and removed her boots and socks.
All of his actions were slow and deliberate, drawing out the pleasure
of humiliating Larra to its fullest.
Moving his hands to her torso, he slowly unbuttoned the rest of her
blouse, noticing in satisfaction, the tensing of Larra’s body as he
undressed her. Larra willed herself
not to struggle. She could not
escape anyway, and would need all of her strength when the time arrived to
attempt her escape.
Her blouse was now fully open.
Nodding to the men holding her, Chui watched as they pulled the blouse
off each of her arms, dropping it on the
floor. Chi next turned his attention
to her thin camisole. His powerful
hands simply tore it apart, revealing Larra’s prominent breasts which
were still covered by her bra.
Exclamations of wonder came from the men on either side of
her. “So white, so
white…” she heard them say, as they commented on the whiteness
of her flawless skin.
“Yes, she is so white,” said Chui, “but soon we will
give her something to change her
color.”
The men holding Larra chuckled ominously, and Larra felt a growing
cold in the pit of her stomach.
Chui’s hands lifted the cups of Larra’s bra from her breasts
and then with a powerful tug tore the bra in half, leaving her totally naked
from the waist down. Cruelly,
Chui took one of Larra’s breasts in each hand and squeezed hard, forcing
the firm but soft flash through his
fingers.
“Ahh!” Larra gave a little gasp, but otherwise maintained
control. She would not show fear
or pain to this brute! For a
minute Chui continued his torture of her breasts, waiting for some sort of
reaction. Receiving none, he
changed his point of attack and yanked her pants down and off her
legs. Her lacy panties were now
the only item of clothing covering any part of her
body.
Larra lay quite still, conserving her
energy. She wanted to struggle
with all her might, but knew that to do so would be to waste her
strength. She needed to wait
for the right time. Her self-control,
however, was made more difficult by the obvious fact that the men on either
side of her were completely aroused, their large phalluses pushing against
their loincloths.
Enraged by Larra’s calm demeanor, Chui tore her panties from
her body. “Spread her!”
her ordered, harshly.
The two black holding Larra’s’ legs pulled her legs back
until her knees were level with her hips.
“Eehhhnn!”
A groan escaped Larra lips. The pain was excruciating, as her leg
joints were almost dislocated. Only
her incredible flexibility made it possible to move her legs to that position
in the first place. Reaching
up and giving Larra’s naked breast one more cruel twist, Chui stepped
aside and motioned to the man that Larra had
kicked. “Take her!”
he screamed.
The warrior that Larra had knocked senseless had now
recovered. He sported a bruise
on his jaw and an angry scowl on his
face. Removing his loincloth
he moved towards Larra’s exposed
vagina. Her legs were pulled
so far back that the lips of her vulva had been pulled
apart. Taking her would be
easy.
Roughly the large black warrior thrust two fingers into her tight
vagina. Larra gasped
involuntarily. His fingers hurt
immensely, as her vagina was completely
dry. The black grunted in
disapproval. “She is not
ready,” he complained.
“Make her ready,” Chui replied.
The black removed his loincloth, and holding his phallus like spear,
advanced on Larra’s exposed
genitalia.
Unable to control herself, Larra strained her body, attempting to
move away from the warrior’s assault, but the other four blacks held
her tightly. There was a chorus
of cruel laughter as the young white woman attempted to avoid her
fate.
Larra tried to compose herself, but gave way to panicky
struggles. Her bosom heaved and
her large breasts quivered as she strove to avoid the advancing warrior’s
massive penis.
The black warrior looped his arms over Larra’s thighs and seized
the cheeks of her backside in his hands, steadying her for his
attack. “Oh God,” thought
Larra, “not again!” She
tightened her vagina. It was
a trick she had learned when she and James made
love. She had found that the
increased tightness drove her lover wild and Larra had almost perfected the
technique in the months she and James had been
lovers.
The black man’s huge sex organ pushed past Larra’s labia
and encountered her constricted vagina.
He went no farther. Try
as he might he could not penetrate her.
Again and again, he slammed his massive phallus into
her. The pain was severe, but
Larra denied him entry.
Chui saw what was going on.
Moving behind Larra’s assailant, he seized hold of both her ankles
and pulled mightily, adding his strength to the thrusts of her
ravager. The extra pressure forced
Larra’s vagina open and the massive organ broke
through.
“Aaaahhhh!!”
Larra screamed.
“Ohh
Noo!
Stop!” The black
warrior had penetrated her to a depth of four inches, before Larra’s
tightness stopped him again. He
then withdrew almost completely before thrusting into her once
again.
“Aaaahhhaaahhh!,” Larra
screamed. The pain was
intense. The black man was now
plunging in and out of her with a regular rhythm, each time penetrating her
a little more. Five inches, five
and a quarter, five and a half …
Each tiny gain was absolutely agonizing.
Larra bit her lip hard enough to draw
blood. She must not cry out
again. She must not give them
that satisfaction.
“Uunnhh! She was in
torment. Her breasts were now
being mauled by the warriors holding her arms and
legs. Her pretty pink nipples
were pinched and twisted and her large breasts were squeezed
mercilessly. It was hard not
to scream out at such treatment.
Eight inches, nine,
ten…
The black man rammed himself home, climaxing in a fierce
orgasm. Almost immediately, one
of the men holding Larra’s legs took his place, and the whole vicious
story repeated itself. This time
there was not as much pain, as Larra’s vagina was now wet from the ejaculant
of the first rapist. Still, however,
her tight vagina greatly excited her
assailant. “Oh,” he
exclaimed. “She is so
tight. Like a young
girl.”
It was then the turn of the next man and the next, and the
next. The last man was the
worst. He rode her like a man
breaking a wild horse. The men
holding the young woman allowed her to buck and heave as she tried to escape
the brutal ordeal, and the last intruder ploughed into her repeatedly, leaving
her vagina raw and bleeding. In all Larra was raped five
times. With incredible self-control
she bore up through the ordeal, waiting her chance, but as the final assailant
withdrew from her ravaged vagina, she was still being tightly
held. The warriors that had captured
her held a good deal of respect for her ability, and were taking no
chances.
Chui stepped forward once again.
He was enraged by Larra’s self-control during the
rape. Her occasional moans and
cries had not been enough. He
had wanted to see her scream and beg the way she had the first time he had
taken her.
“You are strong, White Witch,” he hissed, “but we
will see how strong you will be when I cut away your
breasts.” And reaching out,
he clamped his huge right hand on her left breast and pulled it upward,
stretching the delicate tissue as far as he
could. In his left hand he readied
a sharp knife, preparing to carry out his gruesome
threat. Larra struggled once
again, but was still helpless in the grip of the four strong blacks that
held her.
Larra smelled smoke, and noticed that the one black who was not helping
to hold her had started a fire.
Larra wondered at this until Chui
explained. “I would not
want you to bleed to death, White Witch,” he
sneered. “We will cauterize
your wounds with fire.”
Larra blanched. It seemed
to her that the end was very near.
In only a few minutes her dismemberment would
begin. She could only hope that
she would give Chui as little satisfaction as possible and die bravely, but
she suspected that Chui was right, he would soon have her screaming and begging
for mercy. No one could withstand
what Chui was going to do to her.
Chui pulled a little harder on her already elongated
breast. She felt the sharp point
of the knife pushing against her soft white
flesh. Larra broke out into a
cold sweat and braced herself for terrible
pain.
Unexpectedly, there was a sharp crack, as of someone snapping a whip,
and the warrior holding her left arm screamed and fell in a writhing
heap. Then there was another
crack and another. Each time,
one of Larra’s captors cried out and fell to
the
ground.
Suddenly Larra found herself lying free on the cave floor, while
the remainder of the blacks, including Chui, fled in all
directions.
Larra slowly rose to her feet.
The pain in her vagina was so great that she was hardly able to
walk. Raising her eyes to the
top of the cave she could make out several figures around the opening in
the cave roof. One of them was
one of the black soldiers who had accompanied her
safari. He was holding a Mauser
rifle, and Larra realized that somehow the members of her expedition had
found their way to the top of the cave.
Probably they had started looking for another way to get to her as
soon as she and James had been trapped.
James! Larra made her
way uncertainly toward James’ body, blood running down her
legs. She was certain that he
was dead, but she had to make sure.
When Larra reached James, she could see that there was no doubt that
he was dead. The spear that had
stuck him must have pierced his heart.
His death must have been
instantaneous. Kneeling beside
him, Larra cradled his head against her naked breast and wept
bitterly. The man who had consoled
and revived her when she was at the lowest point in her life was
gone. The man she had grown to
love with a passion that surprised even herself had been taken from
her. Larra was totally overcome
with grief; the sound of her crying filled the cavern, as she sobbed
uncontrollably.
“White Witch!”
The sound of Chui’s voice behind her startled Larra out of her
lamentations. She turned to see
him standing no more that five feet from her, spear in
hand. “I see that I should
not have killed the white man. I
wanted to make you suffer, and if I had taken him alive you would have suffered
as I tore him apart. Now there
is only your death to appease me.”
For a few seconds Larra crouched on the floor beside James’
lifeless body. Then an incredible
rage filled her. It was a feeling
that she had never had before.
Before her stood the brute who had taken her virginity and almost
broken her proud spirit; the man who had murdered her
lover. She would take her own
revenge!
Chui stepped toward the defenseless beauty, his spear raised for
the kill. With a surprising surge
of energy, Larra leaped to her feet, jerking the spear from James’ body
as she rose. She attacked him
with such ferocity that Chui was taken completely off
guard. Only with great difficulty
was Chui able to prevent Larra from running him
through. As it was he suffered
a half dozen superficial wounds before he was able to
counterattack. Larra was fighting
like one possessed. Chui’s
counterattack was beaten off with ease and she once again set upon him with
a renewed ferocity. Again and
again Larra’s spear point got past Chui’s guard, slicing into his
dark flesh. Soon he was bleeding
badly from a dozen wounds.
Chui’s only option was to retreat and he was driven steadily
backward. However, he managed
to control his retreat so that he was able to slowly back up a narrow path
that seemed to encircle the cavern.
This gave him the advantage of higher ground and he was able to slow
Larra’s onslaught. The narrower
front that Chui now had to defend also helped
him. Before, Larra’s great
athletic ability had allowed her to move rapidly from side to side, making
it very difficult to defend against her.
Now she was forced into a frontal assault, which favored the
defender.
In this fight, however, Larra was not to be
denied. Despite her terrible
ordeal at the hands of Chui’s tribesmen, she fought as she had never
fought before. It was almost
as if everything was moving in slow motion around
her. Chui’s feeble attempts
to skewer her with his spear were blocked with ease, and she continued to
penetrate his defenses. Chui
was suddenly faced with the realization that he was facing
death. For the first time in
his life he felt fear. This she-demon
advancing inexorably upon him seemed
invincible. He could only save
himself by continuing to retreat up the narrow path, but he knew that the
path would come to an end sooner or
later.
By now, Chui and Larra were a good twenty feet above the floor of
the cave. Chui was tiring
fast. The White Witch seemed
inexhaustible. She came on at
him with renewed vigor. He knew
he had to do something fast. With
a speed aided by desperation, Chui turned and
ran. His higher elevation allowed
him to escape a spear thrust to the back and in a few moments he had moved
several feet away from Larra. Then
he turned and pulling back his spear he hurled it with all his might at
Larra’s naked form.
His strategy almost worked.
His sudden retreat had surprised Larra, and as she scrambled after
him, she let her guard down. Only
her lightning quick reflexes enabled her to use her own spear to deflect
the point of Chui’s spear away from her
breast.
With a cry of dismay Chui watched as his spear clattered harmlessly
to the floor of the cavern. He
was now defenseless. His plight,
however, now posed a problem for Larra.
Even bent on revenge as she was how could she kill an unarmed
man? Chui’s cowardly act
had actually worked in his favour.
The burning hatred Larra felt for the black giant was not strong enough
to overcome her moral scruples about killing someone who could not defend
himself. As a result, she
hesitated. What should she do
now?
Chui did not know what to make of Larra’s
wavering. He was at her
mercy. Why did she nor move in
for the kill? He took a step
back and stumbled over a large boulder.
In an instant, he bent and raised the 100 pound rock over his
head. He would see if the White
Witch could block this!
With a sudden shock, Larra realized her
mistake. She should have finished
Chui when she had the chance. She
knew that she could not block so huge a stone with only her spear, and there
was no place to move on the narrow ledge to avoid being
struck. In an instant her position
had turned from certain triumph to potential disaster!
Chui shifted his weight forward as he heaved the stone toward the
exposed woman, but as he did so, his foot slipped on the rock
surface. Overbalanced by his
effort he was unable to save himself and he toppled from the ledge and hurtled
toward the cavern floor.
Larra did not see him fall; she had hurled herself flat in a drastic
effort to avoid being smashed by the huge rock that Chui was
throwing. She only heard a startled
cry as Chui toppled from the path, followed by a thump as the boulder struck
the cavern floor, and then the most horrible scream she had ever
heard.
She scrambled to her feet and beheld an appalling
sight. Chui had dropped some
ten feet toward the floor of the cave, but his fall had been brutally stopped
by a large stalagmite pointing up from the floor of the
cavern. The tapered end of the
stalagmite had pierced Chui’s anus, and buried itself in his vital
organs. Screaming, he struggled
to remove himself from the stone column that had impaled him, but his struggles
only served to drive it deeper into him.
Larra watched in horror as the black giant attempted to reach down
and push himself off the stone spire that was ripping him
open. Gradually, however, his
struggles weakened, and his screams turned to
sobs. Finally, he stopped struggling
altogether. Larra’s second
ordeal was over. Physically and
mentally exhausted, she collapsed on the stone ledge and lay there weeping
from exhaustion and sorrow.
It took awhile for the other member’s of Larra’s party
to break into the cavern where she was
trapped. By that time she had
recovered and had dressed herself in the remnants of her
clothes. The other members of
the expedition were all for returning as quickly as possible to
On the journey back her health seemed to
revive. She often felt ill early
in the day, but found that she recovered quickly after a few hours and was
able to operate normally for the rest of the
day. Still, the concern of the
other members of the safari convinced her that she should seek medical
treatment.
The trip back was uneventful.
Eventually Larra and her associates arrived back in the small colonial
town, and Larra was taken straight to the
doctor. She was given a complete
physical, and the doctor performed a number of
tests. Later in the privacy of
the doctor’s inner office the physician announced his
findings.
“
Larra found herself blushing.
“Have you determined what tropical disease I am suffering
from?” she asked.
“You are more healthy than I am,” he replied,
smiling. “The only thing
that is unusual about you is that you are three months
pregnant.”
Larra felt the room swirl around her and she
fainted.
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