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anger. It was an apt description
of Lisha’s emotions as she watched the rape, torture, and humiliation
of Katie and Melissa. She did
not see the brutal treatment of her companions quite the way that others
might have. As a member of a
warrior society she had been raised to believe that it was only right and
proper that captured enemies be dealt with in any way that the captor saw
fit. The Ullabomba routinely
enslaved and tortured their captives, often sentencing them to brutal deaths
in the arena or sacrificing them to their
gods.
It was her decision to oppose these practices
by rescuing Larra that had resulted in her fleeing her own people and taking
up a life that was beyond anything she could have
imagined. However, some of her
old attitudes were so ingrained that it was impossible to entirely eliminate
them. As a result she viewed
what had been done to Katie and Melissa by the Japanese as something to be
avenged rather than something to be
abhorred.
She had watched intently as Katie and Melissa
had been brutalized, carefully assessing her enemy’s weakness.
It was clear to her that the
Japanese were a foe to be feared.
They were tough, cruel, and utterly
ruthless. And they killed and
maimed for fun. They were worthy
opponents, and she could hardly wait to be let loose on
them.
As a result it was not with a feeling of fear
that she saw the attention of the Japanese turn toward her, but rather a
sense of anticipation. She had
no idea what they intended to do to her, but she would defend herself with
honour and go down fighting. She
readied herself as the soldiers surrounded her prison.
More than twenty soldiers encircled
her. Apparently her reputation
as a warrior intimidated them, but she was prepared to fight any
number. She waited for them to
open the cage door.
Her plan was
simple. Before when the cage
door had been open several soldiers had confronted her with fixed
bayonets. Her only choice had
been to leap out at the bayonets or stay in the cage while Katie and Melissa
were removed. However, this time
it was to be her turn. The Japanese
would have to let her out and then she would die a glorious death, taking
as many of the enemy with her as possible before she was
killed.
Unfortunately, someone seemed to have read
her mind. The cage door was not
immediately opened, instead long bamboo poles were shoved into the cage by
the men surrounding her. They
did not attempt to strike her with the poles, instead they shoved the poles
from one side of the cage to the other, cutting the cage into smaller sections
and making it almost impossible to move.
Lisha battled to escape the
trap. She was penned into a section
of the cage no larger than her body.
It made it easy for her captors to slip ropes over her wrists in spite
of her desperate struggles, and bind her hands behind her
back. Another rope was secured
about her neck and then she was dragged from the cage like a tethered
mule.
For Lisha the manner in which the Japanese
had subdued her was utterly degrading.
She had not been allowed to respond like a warrior; instead she was
dragged from her prison like the lowest of slaves, completely at the mercy
of her captors. But she tried
not to let her captors see her shame.
She moved with head held high, her tall and exquisitely beautiful
body moving with the smooth grace of a
gazelle. However, for the first
time she now realized what she was up
against. Bound and tethered
like a goat she faced the same fate that had befallen Katie and
Melissa. She would be dragged
before the Japanese commander and then raped and
brutalized.
She was prepared to face all of this, but
her heart now quickened in fear.
Would she face her punishment bravely or would she cry out in pain
and terror as she was deflowered. Or even worse, would her nerve break and
would she beg for mercy?
She steeled
herself. She would never
beg. She would die
first. No matter what they did
to her she would not cry out or shame herself.
She was brought before the Japanese commander,
just as she had supposed. She
towered over him, but that did not last.
One of the men escorting her slammed his rifle butt into the backs
of her knees, dropping her into kneeling
position. Her head was now no
higher than the chest of the Japanese
commander. He looked into her
eyes, smiled and then began to unbutton her shirt.
He watched her face as she knelt before
him. Her elegant features were
completely impassive, but her eyes glared at him with an intensity that he
found almost disturbing.
She was a remarkable
beauty.
Her eyes were large and dark and slightly
almond-shaped. They were framed
by high arched eyebrows and served well to set off her high cheekbones, straight
nose, and full lips. Her
He dropped her hair and moved his hands to
the buttons at the top of her shirt.
One after the other he undid them revealing the gleaming black skin
beneath. The savage was covered
with a thin sheen of sweat.
He opened her
shirt. He had thought that her
skin was black, but saw that compared to her erect nipples he was
wrong. The glistening areolas
seemed to gleam in the light of the tropical
sun. Her breasts swayed slightly
as he exposed them. They were
full and round as ripe melons and as he closed his hands over them her found
that they were almost as firm.
The woman remained quiet, her chest rising
and falling slowly as he peeled the shirt over her shoulders and off her
arms. His eyes widened as her
powerful body was exposed. She
truly was a barbarian, her arms and shoulders powerfully
muscled. He nodded to his soldiers
indicating, that they should keep a tighter grip on the rope about her neck
and then motioned that they should bend her
backward.
Still holding her on the ground, they arched
her back, emphasizing the magnificent curve of her breasts, and the flatness
of her belly.
As she was stripped the savage made no effort
to resist. That was just as well;
her hands were still tightly bound and three men had their hands on her to
make sure she made no sudden moves.
But
Lisha got to her
feet. Her bonds had been cut
and she stood unencumbered. She
was nude and weaponless, but was ready to defend her
honour. She felt no shame at
the fact that she was surrounded by several score Japanese
soldiers. In Ullabomban society
men and women routinely wore no clothing other than ornaments and weapons,
and so she faced her opposition calmly and waited to see what her captors
had in store for her.
The Japanese commander barked out an
order. “Private
Noritake!”
Lisha watched as one of the biggest men and
certainly the biggest Japanese she had ever seen stepped
forward. Now she knew who her
opponent was. Her face gave no
indication of her thoughts, but inside she
smiled. Now at least she would
be given a chance to fight as a warrior.
She knew that she faced a stern
trial. The Japanese would not
just have chosen anyone to oppose her.
She assessed her opponent looking at his strengths and
weaknesses.
He stood two inches taller than she did and
was powerfully built. He was
wearing a long white robe, but she had no difficulty evaluating
him. He probably outweighed her
by well over a hundred pounds, but a good deal of his bulk was
fat. However, she noted that
he moved easily and that powerful muscles rippled beneath his smooth
skin. In addition, he approached
her confidently. There was no
fear in his eyes. His arrogant
stare indicated a man supremely confident of
victory.
Lisha fixed her eyes on her
opponent. She could see the Japanese
commander out of the corner of her eyes, but he was
unimportant. It was the Japanese
giant she was to fight and she did not intend to be taken off
guard. While she watched the
giant threw off his robe.
Underneath he was wearing only a
loincloth. As she had already
determined his body was massive. He
would be a difficult opponent to take out as she doubted that she could defeat
him with a single blow, but if he ever managed to get hold of her and use
his superior strength and weight she would be in serious
trouble.
Fear,
however, was not an emotion that Lisha
possessed. Her opponent was huge,
but she was an Ullabomban princess.
She would use her superior agility and fighting skill to defeat
him.
She was ready when he charged toward her,
arms outstretched. He obviously
expected to overwhelm her by sheer strength and
weight. She waited until the
last split second and then with a slight movement of her body she stepped
under his attack.
She made no effort to strike him as the huge
man thundered by. She wanted
to wear him down first. The tropical
heat was stifling and although she was used to it, she wanted to use it to
her best advantage.
The Japanese giant glowered as he
turned. He had clearly underestimated
the speed of his opponent. This
time he came at her more slowly, but the result was the
same. Lisha faked a slight movement
to the right and then slipped under his guard to the
left. This time she gave him
a slight tap as he went by, slapping the back of his head with her open
hand.
The blow could not have hurt him, but it got
the desired response. He spun,
his features twisting in rage and came at her like an
elephant. This attack was even
easier to avoid than the first time and as he blundered past her she stuck
out her foot and dropped him like a tree.
This time, however, her opponent surprised
her. Instead of hitting the ground
with a crash he caught himself on his hands and pivoting quickly swept his
feet toward her catching her ankles and taking her feet out from under
her.
This time it was Lisha who had to react
quickly. With surprising speed
the huge man rolled to his feet and lunged toward
her. She struck out with her
right hand, her fist catching him on the forehead and deflecting him away
from her. It was like punching
a bag of cement, but several years of training with Larra had shown her how
to throw a punch. She danced
away from him and hit him again as he came back at
her.
She avoided another buffalo-like charge, and
then another, and another. By
this time her opponent was sweating like a melting iceberg, although Lisha
had no idea what an iceberg was.
The important thing was that her tactics were
working. The huge Japanese was
breathing like a steam locomotive straining to
climb a steep
grade.
Lisha knew she had
him. It was only a matter of
time before he was so exhausted that she could attack him at
will. He turned on her, his eyes
narrowed to slits. Spreading
his arms wide he waddled toward her and then suddenly
charged. Lisha avoided him
effortlessly, slamming her fist into the back of his head and driving him
into the dirt.
She waited confidently as he scrabbled to
his knees. To her surprise he
did not attack her as he had done before.
Instead he stepped back to the edge of circle of soldiers and began
to remove his loincloth. Lisha was baffled by this action, but did not let
it show. She was breathing easily
confident that in a few minutes the fight would be
over. What would happen then
she had no idea, but at least she would have defended herself
honourably.
The huge Japanese was now naked, holding his
unrolled and sweat-soaked loincloth in his
hands. As Lisha continued to
watch he snapped out the loincloth like a whip and then moved toward
her. Lisha moved into a defensive
position; suddenly realizing what her opponent
intended. At all costs she had
to stay away from the Japanese fighter’s improvised
weapon.
The Japanese now closed quickly, holding the
ten foot length of damp cloth behind him.
Lisha realized that she had to change her
tactics. She took a single step
back and then suddenly lunged forward, her outstretched foot slamming with
brutal force into his midsection.
The impact actually picked up her huge opponent and knocked him off
his feet. Lisha immediately closed
in for the kill. To her surprise
the Japanese caught her foot as she stepped forward, sweeping it sideways
and sending her spinning to the ground.
Her quick reflexes saved her, allowing her to break her fall and roll
sideways as her opponent attempted to jump onto
her.
She broke clear and scrambled to her feet,
separating from the Japanese. She
had underestimated him. The kick
she had delivered would have crippled a normal man, but his huge bulk and
apparently a layer of muscle hidden beneath his rolls of fat had absorbed
the blow without much damage. She
realized that she would have to change her target and strike at the
head.
Her opponent was on his feet and moving toward
her. Lisha feinted low and went
high, her foot traveling in a wide arc toward his
head. The loincloth snapped out,
encircling her leg just above the knee.
With a quick jerk the giant Japanese tightened the loincloth, trapping
her leg. He snapped the cloth
again and jerked Lisha off her feet.
This time she hit the ground
heavily. Her outstretched arms
absorbed most of the force of her fall, but they could not absorb the force
of the three hundred pound man who landed on her just a second
later. She had just time to brace
herself before the man’s weight crushed her into the rainforest
soil. The soft ground did little
to cushion the impact, but her natural strength allowed her to survive a
blow that would have knocked a normal opponent
unconscious.
Quickly she twisted her body, attempting to
extricate herself from her much larger opponent, knowing that strong as she
was, the Japanese was that much stronger.
Forced to fight at close quarters she would
lose. However, the Japanese was
as aware of that as she was. As
she attempted to squirm free he heaved himself more firmly upon her and seized
each of her wrists in one of his massive
hands. Lisha tried to bring her
knee up into the man’s unprotected groin, but that tactic was anticipated
as well. The Japanese shifted
his body so that his knee was between her thighs, and using his superior
strength and weight forced her legs apart, rendering useless her attempts
to knee him. And then he wrestled
her.
It became a contest of pure strength; exactly
the sort of battle Lisha could not win.
She strained her muscles against her enormous opponent, the sinews
on her arms, shoulders, and neck standing out as she strained her superbly
conditioned body to the utmost, but in spite of her best efforts the Japanese
slowly forced her arms back, pinning them to the ground, and shifted his
weight so that he completely dominated her.
Still, Lisha did not do what many another
women would have done. She did
not give in to blind panic, not even when she realized that her opponent
was fully erect, his male organ fully in proportion to the rest of
him. She used every technique
she had ever learned, twisting, turning, and heaving her now sweat-soaked
body.
Her opponent held on to her like grim death,
avoiding her every escape attempt.
Lisha felt her strength ebbing, sapped by her efforts and the tropical
heat. She was now breathing heavily,
although still controlled, but she knew that she could not hold out much
longer. Her opponent seemed to
sense it as well, probably feeling her resistance
weakening. He shifted his position,
moving his body more firmly between her legs and rising above
her. Lisha realized that she
was about to be raped.
She made one more supreme effort to escape,
throwing all of her failing strength into one final
attempt. She
failed. Almost as if he was expecting
this one last gasp the Japanese held her, and then suddenly releasing her
left wrist he changed tactics.
Striking like a snake he slapped her face snapping, her head back
with the power of the blow. He
slapped her three more times, each open-handed blow striking like a pile
driver.
Barely conscious Lisha felt her body being
heaved into position and then there was a blinding pain between her legs
as the Japanese drove into her. She
cried out at the suddenness of the pain and then twisted in agony as she
was brutally dishonoured. Emotions
tore through her. Shame at the
loss of her virginity; anger at the way she had been defeated; and hatred
for the man who ravaged her.
The huge Japanese treated her savagely, sinking
his huge shaft deep within her and twisting and biting her
breasts. Lisha did not scream
or even show much emotion. She
grimly endured the violation of her body, helpless to do anything
else. When the brute finally
released into her she lay quietly as he slowly got to his feet, but her ordeal
was not yet quite over.
In spite of the fact that she had been ravaged by Private Noritake’s huge organ she was still satisfactorily tight. Still slick from Noritake’s ejaculation he entered her easily, enjoying himself fully, and then he turned her over to his men. By morning he expected that the defiant African would be much more compliant.
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