Adventures
in the Lost World
Episode 1
Atawna and the Lost World
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Chapter
20 Atawna’s
Agony
Vishinsky gazed at the two young
women. He licked his
lips. He was having a damned
hard time keeping his hands off them, but he needed them and there was always
the chance that they might be willing.
It was hard to believe two such luscious comrades did not have normal
sexual feelings. In the meantime,
he had more serious concerns. He
was starving, as were the two young
girls. Ironically they looked
to him to solve the food problem and he had not the faintest idea as to where
he was going to find anything to eat.
Surely there must be something to eat in this god-forsaken forest,
but other than monkeys he hadn’t seen anything edible and he wasn’t
quite desperate enough to eat one of them
yet. He wondered what the monkeys
ate.
Atawna and Chara swung through the
forest. They had left James and
the women he called Melissa and Lisha far
behind. The rain had been a bit
of bad luck. They had lost the
trail and were now following what they hoped was the most likely route taken
by the abductors of James’ friends.
So far, however, there had not been the slightest sign of their
quarry. There was nothing to
do but press on and hope for the best.
Instinctively they followed one of the better traveled trails leading
from the camp. It was most likely
that their quarry had fled the easiest way
possible. With some luck they
might be able to stumble across Ayashe and the people who had taken
her.
Chara dropped onto a branch and waited for
Atawna. Although the limb she
was perched upon was no more than three inches thick she stood on it as if
she were standing on a
“I’m hungry,” the younger girl
announced. “There are fruits
and nuts here. We should
stop.”
Atawna and her stomach
agreed. Moving through the treetops
took a great deal of energy and she was always glad of the opportunity to
stop and eat. Seating herself
on a nearby branch as comfortably as if it had been a lawn chair she pulled
out some of the food Larra had given her.
Atawna and Chara had never come across anything like
it. Larra called the dark hard
substance
choco-lat,
or something like that.
Nevertheless both she and Chara found it
delicious. Chara had already
declared it to be her favourite food and eagerly joined Atawna on the
branch.
Atawna broke off a piece of the precious confection and
handed it to Chara. It was specially
prepared chocolate suitable to a tropical
environment. It wouldn’t
melt in the tropical heat, but it was also hard and bitter, more suited as
a survival food than anything else.
Chara and Atawna however, found it irresistibly
delicious.
Atawna put the rest of the chocolate
away. She would save it for
later. Then she and Chara spent
a few minutes gathering fruit and nuts from the neighbouring
trees. They were halfway through
their meal when a sound distracted them.
Voices.
Women’s voices. Quickly
the two girls wiped off their sticky hands and moved toward the
sound. They spied their objective
quickly; two young women dressed like the bad men who had attacked James’
mother. They were busy chattering
to one another while harvesting fruit from a bush along the
trail.
Cautiously Atawna and Chara surveyed the unsuspecting
young women. They appeared unarmed,
at least as far as the two jungle girls could
determine. The thunder weapons
still baffled them, but neither girl seemed to be carrying one of
these. Quietly they moved
lower. It appeared that the two
young women were alone. There
was no sign of anyone who might be Larra’s friend, nor was there any
sign of any of the bad men who had taken
her.
Chara slipped out along a branch directly above the two
girls. Atawna watched for a second
and then followed. From the branch
the two Russian girls were easy targets, but neither Atawna nor Chara were
about to break Trelana tradition and attack women, instead they watched and
waited. Sooner or later the two
young women below them would eat their fill and then they could follow
them. With any luck they would
be led to the men they were seeking.
Vishinsky stalked down the
trail. The two young cunts were
taking their time. They had gone
out to pick fruit from a bush they had spotted along the side of the trail
and had not returned. He could
hear their mindless babble as they chirped at one
another. Emerging from behind
a tree he froze. Directly in
front of him were Sonia and Yalena, but it was what was in the tree above
him had sent his heart into his mouth.
Crouching like a couple of leopards on a branch about thirty feet
above the two girls’ heads were two female
figures. They were partially
screened by the branches of the tree, but he could see that they were both
armed with bows. He remembered
vividly the arrows flying from the forest and skewering his
men. Now he knew who had fired
them.
“Bitches,” he
cursed. “God damned
Bitches.” He turned his
AK 47 onto the girls and pulled the trigger.
Atawna had no time to
react. The forest seemed to explode
as the roar of the thunder weapon filled the
air. There was a sharp crack
and the branch beneath her feet fell away dropping her and Chara to the forest
floor.
They fell awkwardly, entangled in the minor branches
of the limb that Vishinsky’s shots had blown away, and hit the ground
hard. Only the fact that they
landed on the soft loam of the rainforest floor prevented them from breaking
any bones. However, the impact
drove the air from their lungs and left them semiconscious and helpless as
Vishinsky advanced on them.
Vishinsky rushed
forward. His poorly placed shots
had brought him an unexpected bonus.
Two seminude young women lay on the ground, apparently
unconscious. Already lurid thoughts
raced through his mind. “Tie
them up,” he ordered Sonia and
Yalena. The two Russian girls
were staring stupidly at the bodies of the two girls who had come crashing
down out of the forest. Very
conveniently the dark-haired jungle nymph was carrying a length of
rope.
“How very obliging of them to carry their own bondage
equipment,” Vishinsky thought.
He supervised as Sonia and Yalena carried out his
orders. “Tighter,”
he ordered. “I don’t
want these bitches getting away.”
Under Vishinsky’s careful scrutiny the two girls
secured the two wild-looking females who had fallen from the
tree. Despite their rather savage
appearance they were both quite attractive and Vishinsky felt a strong stirring
in his loins as he visualized what he was going to do to
them. He would give comrade Sonia
and comrade Yalena a reprieve.
First though he would eat.
The two jungle girls had very obligingly brought a small bag filled
with food.
Chocolate. He bit off
a chunk and rolled it about in his mouth.
He savored the taste. It
was the first real food he had eaten in a
day.
A low moan from the dark-haired savage attracted his
attention. Finishing the chocolate
he looked down on her awakening form.
He revised his opinion of her.
She wasn’t just attractive.
She was incredibly beautiful.
Bending over her he pulled her into a sitting position and unwound
the long braid from her head, and shook her hair
loose. It was long enough to
reach to her waist and floated about her like a dark
cloud. “Exquisite,”
he thought. He was going to have
a lot of fun with this one.
Atawna’s head
pounded. As she opened her eyes
the world swam before her in an indistinct
haze. Then things slowly came
into focus. She didn’t like
what she saw. Kneeling in front
of her was one of the men she had been looking
for. In shocked surprise she
tried to leap to her feet, but found that she couldn’t
move. Her own rope had been used
to bind her wrists and ankles. In
spite of her best efforts she could not break
free.
Vishisnky smiled slowly as the girl woke
up. The look of surprise and
fear in her amazing blue eyes was almost worth all of the trouble she had
caused. He watched as her muscles
flexed as she strained at the ropes that held
her. The muscles of her shoulders
and arms were powerfully developed, but in no way detracted from her
beauty. Without a doubt she was
one of the most attractive women he had ever
seen. She was young
too. Probably still in her
teens. That excited him even
more. It was awhile since he
had taken a woman that young.
With some effort he wrenched his eyes away from
her. The other girl was waking
up. She was even younger than
the first. He guessed that she
might be in her early teens. He
licked his lips. Which one to
take first? They were both very
tempting, but he could not help being more strongly attracted to the older
girl. Being between those powerful
thighs would be an unforgettable experience and one that he was determined
to experience as soon as possible.
He got to his feet.
Bound as they were the two girls were helpless, but they also could
not walk. However, it would not
be difficult to tie their legs so that they could walk but not
run. There was a spot just down
the trail that would be perfect for what he had in
mind. Rolling the dark-haired
girl onto her belly he pinned her while he untied her ankles and then hobbled
her by tying a rope just above her knees.
It would enable her to move her legs well enough to walk slowly, but
would not allow her to make a break for
it. He retied the blonde girl
as well and then helped Sonia and Yelena get them to their
feet. As a final precaution he
used what remained of the rope to tether one girl to the other by tying it
about each of their necks.
Satisfied with his arrangements he headed back down the trail, leading
his captives like a pair of mules.
Soon he would find out what it was like to ride one of
them. His heavy phallus quivered
in anticipation.
Atawna struggled against the
ropes. She was very frightened
now, but tried not to let it show.
A few yards away Chara was tied to a tree, a rope around her neck
biting into her flesh so tightly that she was struggling to
breathe. Her arms were pulled
around the trunk and tied behind her.
Her laboured breathing as she gasped for air emphasized her
helplessness.
Atawna’s situation was not much
better. Vishinsky had forced
her over to a convenient horizontal
branch. It enabled him to bend
her arms over the branch so that the bough was between her arms and the small
of her back. He had then tied
her wrists to her ankles, arching her across the branch and leaving her helpless
and exposed. Now the bad man
who had captured and tortured her lover’s mother and friend stood in
front of her, his eyes digesting her vulnerable
body.
Atawna returned his stare without flinching, but she
felt like an animal in a trap when the hunter arrives to see what he has
caught. “Beautiful,”
the Rooshin said. It was a word
Atawna understood. James had
used it to describe her when they were making
love. Now, however, the word
sent chills through her. It was
clear the bad Rooshin wanted to mate with her and it was something she
dreaded. The Trelana did not
force women to mate. Rape was
unknown in her society, but she had seen what the bad Rooshin had done to
James’ mother and her friend.
She understood precisely what her captor intended to do to
her.
Vishinsky drank in the spectacle of the wild jungle
girl. The way he had tied her
across the heavy bough emphasized the swell of her breasts beneath the skimpy
covering she wore and displayed the erotic swell of her abdomen and the outline
of her mound of Venus. As his
erection hardened he stepped forward and tore away the animal hide covering
that hid her rounded breasts.
Vishinsky licked his lips in
anticipation. Well formed, her
firm breasts hardly quivered as they were
released. “Superb,”
he thought. They rivaled in
perfection those of the English bitch and her
friend. Slowly he reached out
and cupped her left breast. The
silky smooth flesh was soft yet firm.
He squeezed it slightly and gauged the girl’s
reaction.
He could feel her chest swell under his hand as she breathed,
but her reaction was completely
controlled. She gazed calmly
at him her vivid blue eyes wide, but expressing not the slightest hint of
fear. He smiled
slowly. In a few minutes he would
change that.
“Comrade Vishinsky, what are you
doing?”
The question came from
Sonia. The dark-haired girl looked
at him with an expression of complete surprise on her
face. “Surely,” Sonia
continued, “you do not mean to brutalize this girl the way you did the
Englishwoman?” Yelena also
stepped forward. He could tell
from the look on her face that she entirely agreed with her female
companion.
“Do you mean to tell me my job, comrade Gurov?”
Vishinsky replied harshly.
“This woman is an enemy of the
people. She must be
interrogated.”
“She does not look like much of an enemy to me,”
Yelena chimed in. “And I
do not think that rape is an appropriate tool of
interrogation. What you and that
Englishmen did to those two women in the camp was not called
for.”
Vishinsky realized that he had a revolt on his hands,
but it was a revolt easily crushed.
“You dare to lecture a member of state security,
comrades? Do you forget that
your families are still in the
Motherland? It would not be well
for them if you defy me.”
Both young women fell
silent. It was an advantage to
have a brutal monster like Lavrenti Beria for a
boss. Although the fact that
Beria routinely raped young women was a state secret the mere mention of
his name invoked terror in most Soviet
citizens. Vishinsky’s reminder
had the desired effect.
Atawna worked at her bonds as the Rooshins
argued. The two young girls seemed
to be on her side, but she could understand nothing of what they
said. She doubted, however, that
two such slender girls would be able to prevent Vishinsky, as he seemed to
be called, from doing whatever he liked.
The girls fell silent and he turned back to her once
again. Perspiration beaded her
skin in spite of the fact that an icy pall swept over her
body. She remembered what had
been done to Lin Yao and the way the girl had screamed.
She twisted her body against
the bough in an effort to break free.
“Go ahead and struggle you little jungle
cat. It will make fucking you
so much more pleasurable.”
Vishinsky spoke in English this time, but Atawna understood only one
or two of his words. There was
no mistaking his menacing tone, however, nor his next
action.
Reaching forward Vishinsky placed his fingers under the
edge of her loincloth and ripped it away from her
body. Atawna forced herself not
to show fear, but her body trembled slightly as the huge man began to run
his fingers over her body.
He started with her breasts, cupping the soft mounds
and massaging them gently. Then
he slowly increased the pressure while he gazed into her
eyes. It took all of Atawna’s
self control and courage not to whimper in
pain. She remembered James’
gentle touch when they had made love.
Even in the uncontrolled passion of their coupling he had never hurt
her, but what Vishinsky was doing to her was
agonizing.
He worked his way down her body, leaving her now throbbing
breasts as he explored her most
secret places. She winced as
he inserted two thick fingers into her vagina and then forced in a
third. “Tight little
cunt,” Vishinsky muttered.
“It will be a bit of work to loosen it up, but it’s going
to be fun trying.”
Again, Atawna understood nothing of what Vishinsky said,
but she was overcome with a feeling of complete
helplessness. She was being
brutalized and degraded and there was nothing she could do about
it. And soon she would face an
even greater challenge. Soon
Vishinsky would try to mate with her.
Almost as if he were reading her thoughts, Vishinsky
stepped back. In a leisurely
fashion he undid his belt and dropped his
pants. He was fully erect and
his huge member threatened Atawna like a battering ram threatens a castle
gate. Atawna took a deep breath
as he stepped toward her.
“Nnggh!” she grunted as he thrust deep
into her, taking her all at once.
He had taken her dry and the huge size of his sex organ cruelly abraded
her vaginal canal. She could
hardly believe that so huge an organ could fit inside her but the bleeding
of her vagina and the pain that went with it testified that it
had. Then Vishinsky methodically
began to pump in an out of her.
She still did not scream, but her body dripped sweat
and blood and her features twisted in
agony. Vishinky’s huge hands
gripped her brutally, crushing her breasts and pinching and clutching at
other parts of her body. His
nails left long tracks along her flanks and back as he deliberately dug them
in. Then he bit down on her
breasts.
His teeth savaged her right breast first, leaving bloody
indentations just above her nipple.
Atawna gasped in pain, and tried to arch her body away from her tormentor,
but Vishinsky merely switched targets, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh
either side of the areola of her left
breast. It was excruciatingly
painful, and it took everything Atawna had not to scream in
agony.
Vishinsky could not believe the girl’s strength
and toughness. Her body heaved
beneath his like that of a wild animal.
He had never felt such power in a woman’s loins before, not even
in the superbly conditioned body of
With a grunt he pulled out of
her. His victim lay helpless,
her body drenched in sweat. Her
perfect breasts were marked by bruises and the indentations of his teeth
and her chest heaved from exertion, but her brilliant blue eyes still glared
at him defiantly, and her perfect lips were twisted in a
snarl.
“Fucking bitch,” Vishinsky
cursed. “I’ll see just
how tough you are.”
It took him only a minute to change the position of the
girl’s quivering body.
Surprisingly, she still had the strength to fight and spat at him
like a cat as he bent her face down over the bough, exposing her beautifully
rounded buttocks. Pinning her
beneath him, he entered her once more, penetrating her
deeply. The girl grunted in agony
as his heavy organ once again breached her now swollen
vagina. He fucked her again for
another five minutes enjoying the warm tightness of her soft interior while
she twisted beneath him. Then
he changed his target.
The girl’s quick intake of breath and startled cry
told him that he had caught her off
guard. He leaned forward, throwing
all of his weight onto her. The
girl whimpered and twisted beneath him
violently. Vishinsky grimaced
savagely. Gripping the girl’s
hips, he drove brutally into her.
Atawna’s mouth gaped wide, twisted in
anguish. She had not expected
this. It was not right to mate
with her
there.
It was against nature. And
it was intensely painful.
More painful than she could have believed
possible. With a sob a
cry broke from her lips and then she screamed.
Vishinsky left the girl weeping, blood trickling from
both her ravaged vagina and her anus.
Gasping with exhaustion, but triumphant he turned to Sonia and
Yalena and then stared in stunned
surprise.
“What the hell?” he
exclaimed. The girls were
gone. And so was the blonde jungle
girl he had tied to the tree.
“Son
of a
bitch! Those fucking little whores!”
he fumed. He sank to his
knees. He was too exhausted to
follow them now even if he could figure out which way they had
gone. He turned back to the
dark-haired girl. At least he
still had her. When he was rested
he would see what she had left.
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