Atawna

Adventures in the Lost World

Episode 1

Atawna and the Lost World

Chapter 19 Larra’s Nightmare

Reginald Featherstone watched from his place of concealment. He had done it. Somehow he had managed to evade the women who were pursuing him and make it back to Miss Court’s camp. He saw that a number of the African porters who had fled when he and the Russians had arrived had returned, bringing the camp almost back to normal. More importantly, however was the fact that the only whites he could see in the camp were Miss Court and her daughter. It couldn’t have been more perfect. Now he had a way to punish the mongrel archeologist in a way that she would find truly horrifying. He just had to create a bit of a diversion first.

Larra sat next to Lin Yao. She had decided to stay in camp with her daughter rather than accompany the others. She was confident that they would soon chase down Featherstone and his cronies. In the meantime she felt that Lin Yao needed her mother. Outwardly, the girl appeared to have recovered from her emotional breakdown, but Larra knew from her own experience that the psychological damage caused by rape was difficult to overcome, and so she stayed close to her daughter as they went about the task of putting the camp back the way it had been before the Russians had come.

Most of her porters had returned. She wished now that she had recruited more men who were familiar with weapons, it would have made her expedition much safer, but she had not expected to encounter Russian agents in the middle of Africa. She had thought that with the destruction of Hitler and his Nazis the world was safe from that sort of terror. She should have known better. The Russians appeared to be just as fanatical as Hitler’s bigots if not more so.

“We should go in,” Larra said. The wind was picking up and it appeared that there might be rain. Heavy downpours were not unusual in the rainforest environment and it was best to get under cover to avoid a soaking. Lin Yao murmured agreement. She and Larra had been sitting outside chatting. Larra had told her a few stories about her adventures that she had previously kept secret from her daughter. It seemed to help that Lin Yao understand that she was not the only one who had suffered violation and degradation at the hands of a violent captor.

Entering Larra’s tent they sat and waited. Larra put on a kettle over a small gasoline camp stove and began to heat water for tea. Outside the clouds opened up and heavy drops began to fall. Lightning flickered across the sky. It was going to be an intense storm.

“I hope that the rain doesn’t wash away Ayashe’s trail,” Lin Yao said, voicing Larra’s concerns. Her mother nodded. Tracking Featherstone and Vishinsky would be almost impossible if the rain washed away their tracks. But perhaps she needn’t worry. There was always the chance that her companions had already caught up with the men who had abducted her friends. She set out the sugar and a couple of cups. She and Lin Yao would just have to wait out the storm and hope for the best.

Crouched a hundred yards away Featherstone cursed as the rain pelted down. In just a few seconds he was completely soaked. But he noticed that the rain had provided the distraction he needed. Everyone in the camp had sought shelter. He would be able to move through the camp without attracting attention. In the meantime, he would just have to put up with the rain until he made his move.

He waited ten minutes. By this time he was in the middle of a full-blown tropical storm. The rain struck the ground so violently that the droplets almost seemed to explode. Huge bolts of lighting split the sky and the claps of thunder were almost deafening. It was perfect. Getting to his feet he headed into the camp.

Larra sipped her tea. There was something very reassuring about sitting in the relative comfort of her tent drinking tea while all hell broke loose outside. Lin Yao seemed to sense it too. She moved from her side of the tent to sit next to her mother. Neither of them heard or saw Featherstone until it was too late.

A particularly bright flash of lightning drew Larra’s and Lin Yao’s attention to the entrance to the tent. Featherstone entered through the far side. The first Larra knew of his presence was the impact of his rifle butt across the back of her head. The blow pitched her face first to the ground. Lin Yao whirled, but Featherstone had anticipated her move. His rifle was pointed not at her, but at the unconscious body of her mother.

“Move and your mother dies, bitch!”

Lin Yao froze. Featherstone was within striking distance, but the muzzle of his rifle was only inches from Larra’s back. A slight squeeze of the trigger would be all it took to take her mother’s life.

“On your knees,” Featherstone ordered the frightened girl. Cowed by the unexpected attack, Lin Yao did as she was told and sealed her fate.

“Bend forward, arms behind you,” Featherstone instructed. It took him only a few seconds to bind Lin Yao’s wrists as she complied with his orders. Then he bound her mother.

Larra groaned as she returned to consciousness. Featherstone watched as his captive slowly regained her senses. It was most gratifying to see her fear and consternation as she realized her helpless situation. It was even more pleasing to see the look undisguised look of terror as she realized that Lin Yao was lying beside her, bound hand and foot.

“Yes, you Eurasian whore, I’ve got you and your mongrel daughter. She’s a tasty tidbit if ever there was one. I’m going to enjoy inspecting that young innocent body.”

Larra struggled to sit up, but Featherstone drove his boot into her midriff. “You move only when I tell you. Any stupid attempts to escape and I kill your daughter.”

“Please,” Larra gasped. “Let her go. Take me instead. She’s just a girl.”

Featherstone laughed. “Where have I heard that before? You are such a slut. But what else would I expect from an Asian half breed?”

Larra knew she had to stall for time. Sooner or later her companions would return. She could expect no help from her porters. They were all African laborers with no martial skills. In spite of the fact that she treated them well and paid them double the going rate, she knew that none of them would dare to stand up to a thug like Featherstone.

“If you let her go I’ll do whatever you want,” Larra continued. “Just don’t harm her.”

“I think you’ll do whatever I want anyway, bitch. And as soon as the rain stops I intend to prove it.”

Two hours later Larra and Lin Yao trudged through the dripping leaves of the rainforest. Featherstone had taken complete charge of the camp. As she suspected none of her porters dared stand up to him and one of his conditions for keeping his hands off Lin Yao was that Larra order the porters to do what he told them.

The English spy, however was taking no chances. The hands of both women were tightly bound, their wrists tied high on their backs and forced upwards by a rope that was looped about their necks. It made it very hard to breath and forced them to arch their backs, thrusting their breasts forward. Featherstone made no effort to hide his pleasure at the spectacle, comparing the assets of mother and daughter.

“Nice set of tits,” he said, ogling Lin Yao’s womanly proportions. “Not quite as large as your mother’s but I suspect they will prove to be every bit as spectacular. Perhaps they will be as firm as those of the squaw. I very much enjoyed sucking on hers just before I fucked her.”

Larra fumed at Featherstone’s words. She silently vowed revenge, but inside she was terribly afraid. She and her daughter were completely at the mercy of the ruthless English traitor. She dreaded what Featherstone might have planned for Lin Yao. Almost certainly he planned to rape her. It was almost more than she could stand. But she had allowed herself to be taken prisoner again. Once more her own carelessness had placed the lives of those she loved in peril. Her only chance was to hope that one of her companions would return to the camp and find them before it was too late. If that didn’t happen she shuddered to think what might befall her.

Featherstone leered at his two captives. Larra Court was so easy to defeat. He had taken her prisoner so many times that he had lost track of the exact number. “What is it, Miss Court?” A dozen or is it more than that? How many times have I had you at my mercy?”

Larra did not reply. Instead she looked straight ahead. She was on her knees in front of Featherstone, her ankles bound so that she did not have any other choice. Beside her was Lin Yao, tied in the same position. Their arms were still painfully forced up to the middle of their backs. Featherstone had stopped at an opening in the forest, close to where a sluggish stream provided drinking water. Despite the presence of crocodiles it seemed reasonable camping spot. If the reptilian beasts gave him any trouble he would simply shoot them.

Featherstone turned to Lin Yao. “Your mother and I are old friends. Do you know how many times I have fucked her tight cunt? At least a ten or eleven times. And each one was a most memorable experience.” He cupped Lin Yao’s chin and lifted her head so that he could look into her brilliant green eyes. “And now I have the daughter.” He grinned lasciviously.

“Don’t touch her,” warned Larra. If you do I’ll…” She let the words trail off. She had pleaded with Featherstone to let Lin Yao go, but the brutal spy had simply laughed at her. It would do no good to make idle threats.

“That’s right, Miss Court. You’re helpless. I can do whatever I want with your mongrel offspring. I wonder if her pussy is as warm and tight as your snatch.” Featherstone reached out and tore open Lin Yao’s shirt.

“Leave her alone!” Larra screamed. She was beside herself with fear as she thought of what Featherstone might do to her daughter.

Featherstone’s scarred face distorted in a grin as he ripped the thin fabric covering Lin Yao’s trembling breasts. “Nice tits,” Featherstone said, ignoring Larra’s frantic protests. “Almost as nice as your mother’s although not quite as big.”

Lin Yao took a deep breath as Featherstone fondled her right breast with his undamaged left hand. “Just as firm though.” He ran his fingers over her light brown nipple, teasing the tight nubbin. Involuntarily, Lin Yao shifted her body away from his touch.

“What’s the matter, you little bitch?” Featherstone growled. “I’m not good enough to touch you?” He grabbed her breast and twisted it harshly.

Lin Yao winced, but did not cry out. Her mother had taught her to be tough and she would not quail before her brutal captor.

“Stop, you bastard,” Larra cried. “She’s just a girl. Leave her alone.”

Featherstone released Lin Yao’s breast and turned to Larra. In a leisurely fashion he began to unbutton his trousers. “I’ll leave her alone, but only if you do something for me, and I think you know what it is.”

“No, Mummy,” Lin Yao pleaded, her voice cracking as Featherstone exposed himself. “Don’t do it.”

Larra stared at Featherstone’s impressive phallus. The swollen member was just inches from her lips. She knew what Featherstone expected her to do.

“It’s you or your offspring, Miss Court,” Featherstone leered. “Take me now before I change my mind.”

Larra parted her soft lips took Featherstone into her mouth. She didn’t ask for any guarantees that Featherstone would keep his word. She knew that the ruthless traitor could not be trusted, but she had no choice. It was her or Lin Yao and she would do anything to save her daughter.

Featherstone let out a groan of satisfaction as Larra’s tongue caressed his stiff member, but Lin Yao’s eyes filled with tears as her mother was reduced to the status of a common whore. “Mummy, please stop,” she begged. “Don’t do this for me.”

Her mouth stuffed with Feathertone’s penis, Larra’s only reply was a loud slurp. Featherstone arched his back in pleasure. “Just like old times, Miss Court. I do believe you have the most talented mouth I have ever encountered.”

Larra tried to hide her shame as she sucked on Featherstone’s swollen member. Her situation was hopeless. She and Lin Yao were too tightly bound to escape. Featherstone was an immoral monster. Her only hope was that one of the search parties would return in time to rescue her and Lin Yao before he went too far.

Featherstone interrupted her chagrined musings by snagging his hook into the middle button of her shirt. With a quick tug he ripped it open, revealing the luscious curves of her breasts. Using his left hand he lifted the cups of her bra revealing the velvet flesh beneath. Then slowly he ran the point of his hook her left nipple, while squeezing her right breast with his left hand. Larra had to exercise all of her self restraint not to flinch as Featherstone fondled her.

“I have never met a woman like your mother,” Featherstone said. “It is the only reason why she is still alive. Almost anyone else would be screaming in terror, but she continues to play me like a penny whistle. I really do think she enjoys it almost as much as I do.”

Lin Yao watched in fascinated disgust and fear as Larra slowly brought Featherstone to a noisy climax. The degrading spectacle of her mother being forced to perform felatio filled her with revulsion. Until Featherstone had forced her mother to perform she had only heard of the act. She had often wondered what it would be like to suck a man, but she had never thought that her own mother would demonstrate the art for her.

Featherstone’s animal sounds told Larra that he was very close to ejaculating. She used her tongue skillfully, swirling it about the glans of his penis. If he could bring him to orgasm it might provide some protection for Lin Yao.

“Aaahhh! Aaaahh!” Featherstone cried. At the last second he pulled out of Larra’s mouth and shot his sperm over her face and breasts. For a man in his fifties he seemed to have a lot of it. For Larra it was almost the ultimate in humiliation, but it was a sacrifice she had to make to keep Featherstone away from her daughter. Depleted, he was not likely to be able to repeat his vile act anytime soon.

“Oh, that was splendid, Miss Court,” Featherstone gasped. Sweat had completely soaked his clothing and he seemed to be barely able to stand, but he leered triumphantly as he gazed at Larra’s helpless form.

“Make camp,” he ordered, turning to one of the porters he had hijacked from Larra’s camp. He used part of Larra’s shirt to wipe off his dripping penis. “I’m not finished with you yet, Miss Court. I’m a bit tired right now, but I have other ways to amuse myself. He looked suggestively at Lin Yao and Larra shuddered. Somehow she had to find a way to keep the brutal British traitor from violating her daughter. Unfortunately, there was only one way she could do that, and it would not be pleasant. Swallowing, she took a deep breath. This was going to be painful, but she could think of no other way.

Larra spat in Featherstone’s direction. “Tell me Featherstone. Have you ever had a woman without tying her up first? Perhaps that is one of your fantasies; actually finding a woman who will have sex with you willingly.”

Featherstone’s face darkened as he turned back at Larra’s taunting words. “I didn’t think so,” Larra continued. “It’s not surprising. I mean who would want you? You’re nothing but a freak. And you’re getting old. You can’t even hold an erection for more than a few minutes anymore and when you do it’s like sucking on a soggy rope.”

“Oriental mongrel,” Featherstone growled. He moved toward Larra menacingly and then stopped, smiling. “Oh very good Miss Court. You think to distract me and divert my attentions from your daughter. Well, you’re going to get your wish. It’s nothing I didn’t plan to do anyway.”

He turned to Lin Yao. “Ever heard your mother scream? She makes quite a noise when she really gets going.”

Lin Yao looked up at the brutal Englishman. The expression on his face sent chills down her spine. And the way he looked at her had her breaking out into a cold sweat. “Don’t worry you little slut,” Featherstone continued. “I have time to break your mother and still deal with you.”

Still on her knees, Larra curled her lip and put all the contempt into her voice that she could muster. “Just when I think you can’t sink lower, you show me a side of your personality that is even more foul than I imagined.”

“You talk too much, whore,” Featherstone replied. He seemed completely in control of himself once again. “I think I’ll change your tune.” He turned to two of Larra’s ex-porters. “Bring Miss Court over here. It’s time she was reminded of who her betters are.”

Two of the black porters picked Larra up under the arms. From the looks on their faces it was clear that they did not relish what they were being ordered to do, but both were clearly so intimidated by Featherstone that they did not dare disobey.

Larra was placed on her knees beneath a large tree. She had a very good idea of what was coming next, but was helpless to prevent it. Nor did she want to. She was about to undergo a painful punishment, but it would at least keep Featherstone’s hands off Lin Yao.

Featherstone had Larra hauled to her feet. A rope was placed about her neck and tossed over a large branch just above her. Her heart rate accelerated. Was Featherstone going to hang her? Perhaps she had pushed him too far. But it soon became clear that mere hanging was not his intent. He untied Larra’s ankles, allowing her to stand and then tightened the rope about her neck, forcing her onto the tips of her toes. Larra struggled to breathe as the rope cut into her throat and was helpless to do anything when Featherstone untied her wrists. Her hands were free, but she was not able to take advantage of the situation. Featherstone stood close by and supervised the porters as they seized Larra’s arms and bound her wrists in front of her. Then a second length of rope was tossed over the branch and her arms were pulled over her head. Only then was the tension of the rope around her neck slacked. Larra stood on tiptoe, her arms stretched over her head, and awaited Featherstone’s pleasure.

Lin Yao watched helplessly as Featherstone prepared her mother. She had gasped in terror when he had placed the rope about her mother’s neck, almost certain that she was about to witness her mother’s death. When he had merely proceeded to tie her arms over her head she was almost relieved until she realized how exposed her mother now was to anything that Featherstone wanted to do to her.

Larra calmed herself. This was a situation she had been in many times before. “Too many times,” she thought. But it was partly her own fault for being stupid enough to think that Featherstone was defeated and harmless. She should never have relaxed her guard. Now she and her daughter were paying for her carelessness.

Featherstone licked his lips. Larra Court was deliciously helpless, her arms stretched over her head and her full rounded breasts lifted, the taut pink nipples tilted upward. He hefted the length of bamboo he had cut from a nearby grove. It would do. It was light enough to wield easily and heavy enough to inflict a painful cut. A cry from the girl distracted him

“No!” Lin Yao begged. “Please don’t hurt Mummy. She’s never done anything to you.”

“The hell she hasn’t,” Featherstone replied. “She’s thwarted me time and again. But now I got the upper hand again and I intend to take full advantage of it. This time she’s going to learn what it means to defy me.”

“It’s alright, precious one,” Larra said. “Don’t argue with him. He’s quite mad. You’ll only make him angry.”

“Mad!” Featherstone screamed. “You’ll see who’s mad. I’ll have you gibbering like an idiot.” He raised the bamboo cane and brought it down across Larra’s back.

“Noooo! Noo!” Lin Yao screamed.

Larra made no sound as she received the first blow. Her plan had worked. Featherstone was intent on punishing her. Lin Yao was temporarily safe. But it was a painful way to distract the monster. The first blow sent a frightening lance of pain through her. Only her iron will kept her from crying out and she knew that as the punishment continued the pain would mount to unbelievable levels.

Featherstone knew it too. He took his time, being careful not to exhaust himself in the tropical heat. Again and again he brought the cane down across Larra’s naked back. Each blow imprinted a red welt on her perfect skin. It was like defacing a work of art and it gave Featherstone indescribable pleasure.

Larra was breathing heavily, her chest heaving as she struggled to control her natural urge to scream. Lin Yao was watching, her green eyes filled with tears as her mother was brutalized. The pain was incredible, each blow increasing the terrible agony of the beating. She knew it was only a matter of time until she broke, but she was determined to hold out for as long as possible.

Featherstone’s body dripped sweat. His clothing was completely soaked, but he was driven to punish the arrogant bitch who had defeated him so often. He could tell she was close to breaking. Her back was now streaked with blood as welt crisscrossed welt and he could clearly hear her harsh breathing. Occasionally a noise like a whimper sounded deep in her throat, and her body trembled under each blow. He stood off to the side as he beat her so that he could watch her firm but pliant breasts bounce each time he landed a blow. It was also a perfect spot to watch her face as it twisted in pain. Any minute now…

Lin Yao broke down and wailed as a sob burst from her mother’s lips. Witnessing the breakdown of her mother was the cruelest experience of her young life. Featherstone was destroying the woman she had idolized from infancy. “Stop!” she screamed. “Please stop!”

To her surprise Featherstone did as she asked. He was gasping for air and appeared to be on the verge of collapse. Slowly he stalked toward her. “You want me to stop, you slant eyed trollop? Alright, I’ll stop, but you have to do something for me.” He tossed down the cane and slowly unbuttoned his pants. His action was unmistakable. Lin Yao stared at him in horror.

“What’s the matter?” Featherstone jeered. “Never seen one of these up close?” Lin Yao bowed her head. She would have to degrade herself to save her mother.

“No, Lin Yao,” Larra gasped. She was barely able to stand and her lacerated back burned in agony. She was, however, prepared to do anything to save her daughter from further humiliation. Unfortunately, matters were out of her hand.

“I must do it, Mummy,” Lin Yao replied. “I can’t let him hurt you any more.”

Now it was Larra’s turn to weep. Sobs shook her body as Lin Yao took Featherstone in her mouth.

Featherstone guided her, one hand on the back of Lin Yao’s head. She had never done anything like this before and the act disgusted her. She had to fight back the urge to vomit as Featherstone thrust his stinking organ into her mouth. In spite of the fact that just an hour or so ago her mother had cleaned off Featherstone’s penis, the large member still reeked on dried sperm. Lin Yao’s stomach churned as he forced it past her succulent lips.

Featherstone moaned in pleasure. The daughter was not as proficient as the mother, but her warm young mouth excited him tremendously. The look on Miss Court’s face as her daughter degraded herself was almost worth all of the defeats she had inflicted upon him. But he had an even greater humiliation in mind. His limp member was slowly stirred to life under Lin Yao’s awkward sucking. Soon it was fully restored, throbbing powerfully as blood surged through it. Now he would complete his vengeance.

Lin Yao gasped in relief as Featherstone pulled his engorged member from her mouth. But it was a short lived relief. He ordered her lifted to her feet. A short distance away a large tree had fallen during a recent storm. He directed that she be dragged over to it and arched across its trunk. Lin Yao struggled frantically as she realized what Featherstone intended.

It took Featherstone a few minutes to bind Lin Yao to the tree to his satisfaction. It was five minutes in which his throbbing phallus begged for release and five minutes in which Lin Yao’s terror and Larra’s horror mounted.

He tied her so that her arms were lashed over her head to branch on the far side of the trunk. It arched her face up across the trunk providing Featherstone with a most inviting target. He tied each of her ankles to limbs on either side of her so that her legs were spread and the lips of her vulva were parted revealing the tempting pink interior. Featherstone could hardly contain himself, but he exerted every ounce of self-control. He wanted the rape of Larra Court’s daughter to be a memorable experience.

He teased the helpless girl with the tip of his phallus, sliding it between the folds of her vulva and then withdrawing it. At the same time his good left hand sought her breasts, cupping each of them in turn and squeezing the soft flesh. “Fantastic!” he exclaimed. “I never thought I’d find a pair of tits to match those of your mother or Miss Gallant’s, but yours are magnificent.” He bent forward, easing his lance into Lin Yao while at the same time taking her left nipple between his teeth.

Lin Yao whimpered as Featherstone’s teeth savaged her delicate nipple. Thirty feet away Larra screamed in helpless rage as her daughter was ravished.

Larra could hardly stand. Her back felt as if it was on fire. She had to fight hard to keep from fainting, although it might have been better if she had passed out. She would have been spared the ordeal of seeing her daughter subjected to a prolonged and brutal rape. Again and again she begged Featherstone to stop, at the same time realizing that her protests were probably encouraging the depraved Englishman to do exactly the opposite.

But if the ordeal was horrible for Larra to watch, it was even harder for Lin Yao to endure. Featherstone twisted her breasts viciously while slowly sinking his shaft into her. Inch by inch he penetrated Lin Yao’s tight warm sexual garden while she twisted beneath him in a desperate but futile effort to escape. Then he used his hook to trace bloody lines on her torso, scarifying her perfect skin even as he drove full into her.

Lin Yao screamed in pain as the needle tip of Featherstone’s hook traced a bloody series of lines across her breasts and belly. The cuts he made were not deep, but each was painful, leaving her torso a scarlet mess as blood flowed from her wounds.

Featherstone gasped. He was close to exhaustion, but he would not stop. The humiliation of Larra Court’s daughter while her mother watched drove him on. He was finally avenged for all the setbacks and defeats he had received at the hands of the arrogant female archeologist. The exultation he felt sent a surge of adrenaline through him, spurring him on to greater efforts. Just before he climaxed, however, he stopped. Blowing like a horse that has been ridden hard, he pulled out of her. He still had enough left for one more act of violence.

Lin Yao lay weeping and helpless. Her once beautiful body had been desecrated and mutilated. She was covered in blood and she was in terrible pain. She hardly noticed as Featherstone untied her ankles and turned her over. Only when she felt the glans of his penis slipping between the moons of her backside did she react.

“Noooh! Noooooh! Aaahhhh!” Lin Yao screamed like a banshee as Featherstone’s dripping phallus forced its way into her anus. Her cries tore Larra’s heart out and she burst into tears, her heavy breasts quivering as sobs shook her body. Featherstone’s victory was complete. As he yelled in triumph as he reached orgasm, his voice joined that of Larra and her daughter. He had defeated the great Larra Court. Now she would die.

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