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“Aaaaahhhh!”
Jia Li gave a moan of pure
pleasure. A mighty orgasm was
developing in her, just one of many she had experienced in the last few
hours. She and Sir Archibald
had made love almost continuously since finding their hiding place on the
rim of the canyon. The rush of
the river waters below drowned out any sounds of their lovemaking and they
had mated like cats in heat.
Jia Li had never experienced such
ecstasy. It was a sensation beyond
anything she had known. Never
before had she had a real lover.
Her life had been devoted to fighting and being one of Larra’s
companions, exploring the world of
archeology. During that time
she had never come across anyone who had attracted her
sexually. Now, purely by chance
she had found her first lover.
Similarly, Sir Archibald was caught up in a new
emotion. As a relatively low
ranking member of the aristocracy of New Wessex, he had been allowed to have
sexual relations only with members of his own social
class. He had never had a woman
like Jia Li. The Asian enchantress
filled him with wonder, not only because of her great beauty and sexual prowess,
but also because of the aura of mystery that surrounded
her. He realized that although
her skin was lighter than his, that she was not a member of the White
race. He now knew that there
were other standards of feminine beauty in the world, and not those narrowly
defined by the ruling class of New
Wessex. In short, he was deeply
in love with this enigmatic goddess.
She was a woman who had come out of nowhere, and he had had the good
fortune to be the one she chose. It
was a violation of his duty to his kingdom, but it was a violation that he
no longer cared about.
Jia Li pulled hard with her powerful legs, drawing him deep within
her. Sir Archibald was a very
well endowed man, and penetration this deep took her to the limits of pleasure
and pain. But it was a pain she
was well prepared to endure. His
swollen phallus was bringing her once again to a powerful
climax. He thrust hard, and at
the same time bit down lightly on the erect nipple of her left
breast.
“Oooooohhhh! Ooooh!
Ohhhhhhhhh!” She came explosively, her vaginal muscles contracting
like a velvet vise on Archibald’s tumescent
staff. With a cry he too erupted
inside of her, blasting his sperm deep within her receptive
womb. Then, completely exhausted
from their exertions, the two lovers enfolded one another in their arms and
slept.
They awoke to the sound of shouting.
Someone was very close.
Could it be that the Ullabomba had tracked them to their hiding
place? The sound of men talking
was right above them. Jia Li
recognized the language, although she did not understand all the
words. It was the Ullabomba all
right. She remembered that these
tall Africans were masters of the
rainforest. No doubt they had
used their skills to pick up the trail of the two lovers and had finally
reached their hiding place. They
were a persistent bunch. It must
have taken them most of the previous day and part of the next to finally
track them down.
Sir Archibald had drawn his sword and tried to push Jia Li farther back into
the roots of the tree. She had
lost her spear when her horse had been killed and he considered her
defenseless. He was about to
find out differently.
The roots of the tree and the ledge beneath them formed a natural
defense. It forced the Ullabomba
warriors to climb down the roots and try to squeeze between
them. It left them vulnerable
to attack from anyone sheltering in the
roots. The Ullabomba seemed to
realize this and attempted to deal with the problem by attacking from as
many directions at once as they could.
The ploy might have worked if only Sir Archibald had been there to
defend, but he was not. Jia Li
joined him as soon as the attack began.
It was well that she did, because the dark-skinned knight was distracted
by three Ullabomba trying to get through the roots on the right side of their
hideaway, while several others came down the left side of the
tree. Jia Li tackled these
interlopers empty handed.
But empty handed did not mean
defenseless. Only Larra could
match Jia Li’s ability in unarmed
combat. The first of the tall
warriors to come up against the seemingly defenseless woman got a rude
surprise. He came at her quite
confidently, seeing only an unarmed female standing against him, but Jia
Li used her martial talents well.
She waited until he tried to squeeze through the roots of the giant
fig and attacked. The small space
between the roots did not leave the black warrior any room to
maneuver. Jia Li’s feet
struck him a half dozen times in quick
succession. The first few blows
dazed the seven-foot warrior. The
last two knocked him loose from his hold on the roots and dropped him into
the canyon below. He fell without
a sound, too stunned to realize what had happened to
him. Without missing a beat,
the Asian adventuress switched her attack to the next
opponent. This man had managed
to use the short time Jia Li was involved with the first man to penetrate
the root barrier. Armed with
a spear he advanced rapidly toward her.
He only made two steps before he too was stopped in his
tracks. Jia Li avoided his spear
thrust and stepped inside his guard.
She struck hard at his solar plexus, knocking the wind out of him
and doubling him up; then she straightened him out by bringing her knee up
into his face. The blow smashed
his nose and knocked him almost
unconscious. A knife hand to
the side of his throat and a palm heel to his chin ended the
fight. In less than twenty seconds
Jia Li had taken out two of the enemy.
There remained, however, a third
opponent.
This man moved toward her cautiously.
He had seen what had happened to his two
companions. Jia Li had no time
to waste with sparring, however, another warrior was already clambering into
position. If she did not move
quickly she would be facing two opponents at
once. Her opponent’s caution
gave her time to retrieve the spear the second warrior had
dropped. Now she faced her enemy
on an equal basis. The Ullabomba
warrior moved toward her, more confident now that she had adopted a weapon
with which he was familiar. His
confidence, however, turned out to be badly
misplaced. Jia Li was expert
with a number of Chinese hand weapons.
To her the spear was simply a variation of a weapon she had trained
with many times. Whirling the
spear in a dazzling pattern, she lunged toward the advancing warrior, knocked
aside his guard and thrust the wide blade through his
heart. The warrior hardly had
the time to realize that he was overmatched before
dying. Jia Li had no more
enemies. The fourth warrior was
hastily scrambling back up the fig roots and out of
reach. She turned in time to
see Sir Archibald finish off the last of his
adversaries. They had survived
the first assault.
Sir Archibald moved toward the exotic woman who had just defeated three
formidable warriors with seeming ease.
Amazement flickered across his
face. She had fought barehanded
better than he had with his sword.
With some embarrassment he recalled pushing her behind him for her
protection. This woman needed
no protection. She was quite
capable of defending herself. What
manner of woman was she? She
was quite unlike anyone he had ever met.
He knew then, that he could never give her
up. He would betray his king
and even give up his life before he allowed anyone to threaten her
safety.
The attack seemed to be over.
Although Jia Li and Sir Archibald remained on guard for the next half-hour
no more attacks occurred. It
appeared that the Ullabomba were not prepared to continue to take the sort
of losses that Sir Archibald and Jia Li had
inflicted. They took the bodies
of the warriors they had killed and defeated and pushed them over the ledge
into the raging river below. After
awhile, it became obvious that no more attacks were likely to
develop. Sir Archibald took Jia
Li in his arms again. Did they
dare to make love with the treat of the Ullabomba so close
by? Sorely tempted they restrained
their passion. They exchanged a long kiss, but further sexual activity would
have to wait for a later date.
First they needed to find a way to
escape. Then they could celebrate
their victory.
Time passed. It was growing
dark. Although there were no
more attacks Jia Li knew that night would present serious
danger. In her first encounter
with the Ullabomba she and Katie had been overwhelmed and captured in a night
attack. The darkness held no
fear for the Ullabomba. They
were as much at home in the darkness of the night of the rainforest as they
were in the day. She imparted
this information to Sir Archibald.
The knight nodded. He
had fought the Ullabomba before.
Although lacking sophisticated weaponry, they were a highly cultured
if rather brutal civilization.
Their architecture rivaled that of ancient
“We had better find a way out of here,” said Jia
Li. “We have no food or
water and the Ullabomba are most likely to attack
again.”
Sir Archibald nodded again.
“Perhaps when it gets a little darker we might have a chance
to escape undetected.”
“Perhaps,” Jia Li agreed.
But she was rather dubious.
The hiding place she had chosen was turning out to be not such a good
place after all. It was difficult
to get into, but also difficult to get out
of. She looked over the edge
of the ledge they were sheltering on.
She noticed that the roots of the great tree reached almost to the
rushing waters below. “Can
you swim?”
“Not well. I have had little
occasion to develop that skill.”
“It may be our only way to escape.”
Sir Archibald thought for a second.
“I think you are right.
I will chance it. Hopefully,
we will not have to swim far.”
By now it was almost completely dark.
There was just enough light for them to find their way down the network
of roots that spread down to the surface of the surging
waters. Jia Li herself was somewhat
apprehensive about this venture.
The water was moving very quickly and it was quite likely that they
might be swept under by the force of the
current. But there seemed little
other choice. Clinging to a root
she lowered herself into the water.
Beside her Sir Archibald did the
same.
After the heat of the tropical day the rushing water was surprisingly
cold. She and Sir Archibald would
have to swim hard and try to make it to a safe landing as soon as
possible. She let go the
root. Immediately the river swept
her away. She was a good swimmer
and tried to keep a lookout for Sir
Archibald. She would help him
if she could, but within seconds she was pulled into the center of the
stream. She had to use all of
her strength to make her way back to the
shore. The water, however, was
rushing between steep cliffs. There
was no place to land. The water
carried her along with great speed.
Again and again she tested the shore, trying to find a place to
land. Every now and then she
called out, hoping to hear a return call from her lover, but the noise of
the river drowned out all other sounds.
The water whirled her around and around as it surged past hidden
boulders. She swam until she
was almost exhausted. There seemed
to be no end to the steep canyon walls.
And then, just when she was at the end of her strength, her feet touched
bottom. The water swept her into
the lee of a giant stone that broke the surface of the
water. The force of the water
diminished enough that she was able to gain her footing and wade to the edge
of the canyon. There she found
a small rocky beach. With her
last strength she stumbled from the river and threw herself down on the pebbled
surface. She was cold, wet, and
weaponless, but she was safe for the time
being. But where was Sir
Archibald?
Even if Jia Li had not been so exhausted from her struggle with the river
she would not have been able to move far from the spot where she had
emerged. It was still dark and
there was no way for her to determine where she was or even begin to search
for Sir Archibald. She decided
to make the best of it. Curling
herself up into a ball in order to conserve body heat, she made herself as
comfortable as she could and then slept.
She awoke just before dawn. Already
there was some light creeping into her
sanctuary. Before long she was
able to make out that she was situated on a pebbly beach that had been created
by the deposition of a small tributary
stream. She determined that by
following the stream she would be able to make her way back up to the top
of the gorge. She was still feeling
the effects of her fight with the river, but forced to herself to get
moving. She needed food and there
was none to be had in the small beach area where she had
landed. She hoped that once she
got out of the gorge she would be able to find something to eat and perhaps
work out some sort of plan for finding Sir
Archibald. She hoped that he
would be somewhere close by.
It took her almost two hours to make her way up the winding creek bed to
the top of the gorge. In several
places she had to climb up small waterfalls in order to be able to
continue. Once back in the rainforest
proper she looked about for edible
plants. She had learned a little
about rainforest flora from Larra, who had been stranded in a rainforest
herself on her first visit to
As she walked, she tried to stay as close to the canyon as
possible. Sir Archibald, she
was sure, was somewhere in its depths.
She refused to entertain the idea that he might not be
alive. He was the only man she
had ever loved. He had to be
alive!
She walked for over an hour before she came across anything
edible. It was a small bush bearing
edible nuts. Unfortunately, it
was past its season and few nuts
remained. She gathered what few
there were and munched on them as she
walked. The small amount of food
made her feel better, but she knew that she would need more food soon, and
it was the smell of cooking that distracted her from her chosen
path.
Someone very close by was roasting meat.
The odor was unmistakable.
She was drawn toward the smell as if by magic, but she went cautiously
all the same. There seemed to
be a well-worn trail leading in the direction the smell was coming from,
but she deliberately avoided it. It
was very likely such an approach would be
guarded. Instead she carefully
picked her way through the denser vegetation of the rainforest, keeping a
few feet from the trail. In a
few minutes she could hear the sound of
voices. It was the
Ullabomba. She had stumbled upon
their campsite.
Dropping to her belly, Jia Li crawled slowly toward the sound of the
warriors’ voices. Soon she
could see a group of about twenty Ullabomba gathered about a blazing fire
over which they were roasting some sort of
meat. Jia Li’s mouth
watered. Her empty stomach growled
at the smell of food so close by.
However, she could not hope to get even a morsel with so many Ullabomba
warriors in the encampment. She
would have to bide her time.
Perhaps when the warriors were finished eating they would move off
and she would be able to eat what they left
behind.
The Ullabomba appeared to be in a hurry.
Very efficiently they breakfasted and broke
camp. Within half an hour of
Jia Li’s arrival they were gone.
She waited a further fifteen minutes to be sure the warrior’s
had departed, then she crept tentatively from her hiding
place. Jia Li had learned enough
from her first encounter with the tall black warriors to know that she did
not want to be captured by them again.
As she had hoped the Ullabomba had left behind a portion of their
food. She could not tell what
it was, except for that fact that it was some sort of cooked game
animal. The Ullabomba were expert
hunters and foragers. They would
have no trouble finding something to eat in an environment as abundant in
wildlife as the rainforest.
The meat was still on the spit that the black warriors had been using to
cook it. Quickly she picked it
up and took it back to her hiding place.
There was no sense in taking any
chances. She had been ambushed
once by the Ullabomba. She did
not want a repeat of that event.
Since she had no utensils she pulled the meat from the bone with her fingers
and teeth. Although not much
of a meat eater, she was famished and found the food
delicious. Soon she was
satiated. Wiping her hands on
some leaves she got to her feet.
What to do now? Should
she return to the river and try to find Sir
Archibald? Or should she continue
in the direction they had been heading in the hopes that he might have escaped
drowning and headed home? Or
should she try to find her companions?
There was no telling what sort of trouble they might be
in.
As it turned out, she did not have to make a
decision. Just as she was considering
heading back to the river and looking for Sir Archibald, she heard a noise
from the direction the Ullabomba had
gone. Someone was coming back
down the trail. Carefully she
drew farther back into the shelter of the
rainforest. Several Ullabomba
entered the clearing. They were
carrying their spears as if ready to attack and they headed straight for
her hiding place.
Jia Li realized that somehow the black warriors had figured out where she
was. There were too many to fight
and she was unarmed, so she slowly backed away, using the cover of the thick
vegetation to hide her movements.
As she did so, however, she became aware of movement behind
her. She whirled about, and there
in a semi-circle were another dozen
Ullabomba. While she had been
raiding their campsite the resourceful warriors had been circling behind
her. She now realized that somehow
they had detected her presence even before she went after the
food. Their exit from the camp
had been meant to give them time to cut off her escape
route. Twenty fierce warriors
now surrounded her.
Whipping her head from side to side she looked for a way out of her
plight. But there was
none. She would have to
fight. But the Ullabomba were
approaching cautiously with lowered
spears. Everywhere she looked
she faced a forest of spearpoints.
If she attempted to carry the battle to the enemy she would surely
be speared. But if she stood
where she was she would face the same
fate. Hesitant about what to
do, she waited until her enemy came within
range. Her only chance was to
try to dodge past the spearpoints and try to fight her way past the warriors
before they had a chance to recover.
To her surprise, however, the warriors suddenly stopped their
advance. Instead they forced
a solid circle about her, their spearpoints only a few feet away from her
body. She realized that she was
trapped. The only way past those
needle sharp spears was if the warriors holding them let her
pass.
She turned slowly awaiting the next move of the
Ullabomba. For a few seconds
no one moved. Then the tallest
warrior stepped forward. He was
naked like all of the Ullabomba, but wore a plume of ostrich feathers on
his head, fastened by a band of solid
gold. Gold bands ornamented his
wrists and arms and his eight-foot spear was embossed with gold and
jewels.
“Surrender, Golden One,” he said.
Jia Li had been imprisoned long enough in her previous encounter to understand
some of the language of the black
warriors. “Golden
One.” That must be a reference
to her skin color. Why she was
being treated with such caution she did not
know. It appeared that the Ullabomba
had an undue respect for her. She
was, however, totally at their mercy.
Did she have a choice? One
of the warriors stepped forward.
Reluctantly she allowed him to place his hands on her beautiful
shoulders. The warrior pushed
down, forcing her to her knees. A
hollow feeling filled her stomach.
She had been captured again.
And the Ullabomba were not known to be kind to their
prisoners.
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