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Chapter
20 The
Thoth
Larra was grateful that their female captors
had seen fit to remove the ropes that she and Melissa had been bound with
upon being captured by the tribe of Amazons, but she was less pleased about
the way that they had been imprisoned.
She and Melissa were confined in bamboo cages suspended twenty feet
above the ground. They were in
the center of a large compound and watched continually by over a dozen warrior
women. There was absolutely no
privacy or any form of shelter.
During the never-ending day of Pelucidor,
they were exposed to the constant glare of the strange light that filled
the immense underground word.
Whenever it rained, and that was all too frequently, they were left
soaked and shivering. It was
worse for Melissa as she had not experienced such treatment before during
her nineteen years.
But worse than their
exposure to the elements was the total lack of
privacy.
Every physical act, from eating and sleeping to urination and defecation
was observed by the ever-present female
guards. Sleeping was also difficult,
as there were no sleeping mats in the wicker cages and they were forced to
lie down on the bars. Usually
exhaustion was the only way either woman could get to
sleep.
They had been held prisoner in the wicker cages for several “days”
now. There was no real way of
keeping track of time in the endless light of
Pelucidor.
All Larra and Melissa knew was that about four sleep periods had
passed. Several times they had
been visited by the woman they had come to regard as “the
queen.” They thought of
her as the queen because of her regal bearing and the fact that she was always
accompanied by a bodyguard of at least fifty female
warriors. The queen was a strikingly
beautiful woman in her mid-twenties.
Like the other Amazons, she was naked to the waist, but she wore a
circlet of gold upon her head that contained a diamond of immense size and
between her breasts was suspended a large emerald at the end of a gold
chain. It was clear to Larra
that she and Melissa were being studied.
For what purpose neither woman could
guess. Larra had tried all of
her language skills on their captors without
success. Their language resembled
no other tongue she had ever encountered.
However, with nothing better to do to pass the time, she endeavored
to learn as much of the language of their captors as she
could. In this she was joined
by Melissa.
Learning the language of the black Amazons was
difficult. After all, they were
suspended twenty feet off the ground and speaking to the women around them
was not easy. Often as not, their
guards simply ignored them, but gradually, they were able to develop a basic
vocabulary.
They learned that the matriarchical society they
had blundered into was called the
Suruani.
All important positions were held by women, even those of the
military. Men did all the work,
and cared for the children once they were
weaned. Lineage was traced through
the female line. In spite of
the uniqueness of the situation, Suruani society
seemed to function well enough.
They also discovered that the Suruani were in a
state of constant warfare with their
neighbours. These rival tribes
were not all organized in a similar manner to the
Suruani.
As a matter of fact, their most deadly enemies, the
Lelawabi, were a traditional patriarchal
society. The rivalry of the two
tribes, therefore, went beyond the
ordinary.
As for Larra’s and Melissa’s situation, they were regarded with
the deepest of suspicion. Strangers
were considered enemies in Suruani society, and
the skin colour of the two white women made them even more
suspect. They did not fit into
any known category of people that the Suruani had
encountered, and were therefore considered some sort of strange forest demons
come to prey upon them. They
were to be kept prisoner until the queen decided what to do with them.
Takla pondered the
situation. The appearance of
the strange white women was an unprecedented
event. How should they be
treated? Any normal intruders
would have long ago been disposed of, either by slavery, execution or being
sent to fight the
thoth, which was really
the same as execution, although a good deal more
entertaining.
Takla’s pouting lips twisted in a cruel
smile. Perhaps that was the
solution. She would send the
one with the incredible violet eyes to the
thoth and test the
other’s courage in another way.
She thought for a second, and her face took on a look of cruel
delight. She had just the ordeal
for the brown-haired demon.
“Something is up,” said Larra.
“They’ve never sent this many guards
before.” Her cage and
Melissa’s were close enough that they could easily converse, and their
guards had never tried to stop them.
“Maybe the queen has decided to invite us to dinner,” quipped
Melissa.
Larra smiled. Melissa was amazingly
tough for one so young. Most
women who had been through the ordeals she had suffered would have broken
long ago. She had made a good
choice when she had decided to hire her.
At the same time, she never intended that her new companion be forced
to suffer the brutal treatment she had been subjected
to. She hoped that the young
woman had not suffered permanent psychological
damage.
The squad of guards went directly to the area beneath Larra’s
cage. A few spoken words and
the male attendants at the bottom of the cage lowered it to ground
level. Melissa’s cage was
left where it was.
“Be strong, Larra,” Melissa said
softly. The words were unnecessary
she knew. She had never met anyone
tougher.
“Thanks Mel,” Larra answered, using her pet name for her new
companion. She had used it ever
since that night of love in the tunnel.
She smiled up at the girl, trying to keep a brave face, but inwardly
she was alarmed. She doubted
that her captors were suddenly likely to change the way they had been
treated.
The female guards surrounded her cage.
There were over a dozen of them and their
spearpoints were leveled toward
her. It was clear that they were
taking no chances. The door to
the cage was opened, but Larra was not allowed to
exit. As she attempted to step
forward the points of several spears pressed against her
flesh.
One of the women spoke, using the Suruani word
for hands. Larra understood what
she wanted. Resignedly she held
her hands in front of her and allowed them to be
bound. Only then was she dragged
from the cage. But her captors
did not stop there. As soon as
she was clear of the bars, her ankles were hobbled, and another rope was
used to take several turns around her arms, tightly binding them to her
torso. A final rope was looped
about her neck and then she was dragged off.
She was taken through a winding maze of streets, many of them lined with
well behaved women and men watching her
progress. Eventually they came
to a large walled enclosure. They
entered through a heavy wooden door and went down a long gloomy
corridor. The door behind them
was closed. Then Larra’s
bonds were removed and she was herded toward a barred door at the far end,
the points of a dozen spears at her back.
As she approached the door, she could hear the sound of many
people. A chill ran down her
spine. There was something terrifying
familiar about the situation, but she could not quite place
it.
Then it came to her just before she reached the
gate. It was something she had
read about. The
entrance of a gladiator into the coliseum in
It was as she had anticipated. She
entered a large enclosure, similar to a large sports
stadium. But no game was being
played, at least not yet. She
was alone and standing naked before a gallery of thousands of
spectators. Directly across from
her was the exotically beautiful dark-skinned woman that she and Melissa
had called “the queen.”
She knew now from speaking with her guards that the woman was exactly
that. She was Queen
Takla, supreme ruler of the
Suruani.
Larra looked about her, sizing up the
situation. On the other side
of the arena was another barred door similar to the one she had just come
through. The eyes of the crowd
were also on that door. Even
as she watched, the bars blocking it slowly began to
rise. A murmur of excitement
ran through the crowd. From her
central location Queen Takla turned and looked
directly at Larra as if to gauge her
reaction. For a brief instant
their eyes met. Larra turned
her gaze toward the rising gate.
She had seen no hint of mercy in the eyes of the black
queen.
Larra suppressed a gasp as the gate finally opened and what was behind it
stepped into the arena. She held
herself perfectly straight as if what she was seeing advance toward her was
just an everyday occurrence. But
her heart beat like a
triphammer.
Heading toward her was a huge manlike creature standing over eight
feet tall.
At first glance the monster resembled a human, being almost entirely
hairless. It had two arms and
two legs and walked upright. But
there the resemblance ended. Its
face was grotesque, with a snout-like nose and
mouth. Two giant fangs protruded
from the upper jaw and a pair of yellow eyes glared at
her. Its arms were immensely
long, hanging down past its knees like those of some
ape. The legs were relatively
short but as thick as tree trunks.
The creature’s torso was powerfully muscled as were its massive
shoulders and arms. Larra guessed
that it must weigh at least 300 pounds.
But most frightening of all was the appendage that dangled between
its legs. The beast’s phallus
was over a foot long and as thick as her wrist even in its normal
state. As the beast’s piggy
eyes settled on her, it began to rise, thickening to incredible
proportions. There seemed little
doubt about what would happen to her if she was ever to fall into the
beast’s
clutches.
“Thoth, thoth,
thoth!” the crowd
chanted as the ogre-like monster moved slowly toward
her. Now she knew its
name. She hoped that she did
not get to know it any better.
Larra circled away from the
thoth as it
approached. There was plenty
of room in the arena for her to maneuver, provided that she was faster than
her adversary. With a lunge and
a growl resembling that of a bear, the
thoth charged toward
her. It was much faster than
its huge size would have suggested.
Only Larra’s superb training enabled her to escape its
grasp.
Ducking beneath the
thoth’s outstretched
arms, she stepped to the side and then whirled behind
it. The
thoth staggered to a
bewildered halt. Clearly it was
not used to its prey escaping it so
easily. For a second it cast
about trying to see what had happened to the naked woman who seconds before
had stood in front of it. Then,
understanding what had occurred, whirled around to face Larra
again.
By this time, however, Larra had moved a good twenty feet away and was calmly
awaiting another rush. She now
understood two important things about her
opponent. One was that the
thoth was not as agile
as she was. Two was that it was
not very bright. If she could
just contrive to stay away from the monster long enough, she might be able
to wear it down.
Only time would tell whether she had more endurance
than her brutish opponent.
The thoth rushed at her
again. It was a frightening
sight. By this time the beast’s
huge organ was fully erect, bouncing between its legs like some frighteningly
obscene ram. Erect, the huge
phallus was at least sixteen inches long and as thick as her
calves. Purplish in colour due
to the surge of blood within it, the monstrous erection resembled a massive
chunk of baloney. Larra almost
quailed at the sight. If the
thoth ever got hold of
her…
And then it was on her once again.
This time she did not duck beneath the huge arms as they sought to
embrace her. Instead, she held
her ground until the last second and then stepped to the
side. As the
thoth thundered past she
struck hard with her bare foot, extending her leg in a perfect side
kick.
The blow caught the
thoth’s legs just
behind the knee, causing the leg to
buckle. The beast’s own
momentum caused it to fall heavily on its
face. The air whooshed out of
the thoth’s lungs
as it hit the ground. For a few
seconds it simply lay there, clearly winded and then with a terrible howl
of rage it jumped to its feet.
“Perfect,” though Larra.
If she could get the beast angry enough, its natural stupidity would
play into her hands, making it easier to avoid, and causing the
thoth to waste its
energy. She knew she could not
hope to defeat it any other way.
Next time the
thoth’s attack was
even easier to avoid. It made
no effort to be subtle, but simply charged her with a mad
bellow. Larra easily avoided
the attack and this time she did not
retaliate. She would conserve
her strength, while her opponent wasted his.
From her vantage point in the centre of the stands, Queen
Takla watched the match with intense
interest. It seemed that her
advisors had been right. The
strange violet-eyed white woman was a
demon. What else could explain
the way in which she had managed to avoid the
thoth?
Bending forward in her excitement, the queen was unaware that her
breathing had quickened and that her generous breasts were rising and falling
with exhilaration. She had seen
victims sent against the
thoth many times, but
she had never seen any of them ever best
it. This time there might just
be a chance.
The thoth was charging
again. The white demon had been
fighting the monster for a quarter of an hour
now. Again, the demon easily
evaded the clumsy attack of the enraged beast, this time delivering another
kick to the back of the
thoth’s knees as
it blundered past. The
thoth crashed into the
dirt again. This time when it
got up, it arose more slowly.
Clearly it was tiring.
Takla’s gaze swept to the
demon. The white woman’s
firm breasts bounced as she danced out of the way, her pink nipples clearly
visible against the whiteness of her satin
skin. She was hardly
breathing.
Takla
frowned. It was only a matter
of time until the
thoth was so exhausted
that it would have no chance of capturing the
demon. This was not the way the
spectacle was supposed to end. She
turned to one of her guards and whispered an order into her
ear. With a nod the guard turned
away.
Larra was gaining in confidence.
The thoth was foaming
at the mouth in rage and panting like a steam
engine. Its movements were becoming
uncoordinated and jerky. She
realized that if she could just avoid its clutches for a few more minutes
she would be able to defeat it. But
she would still have to be cautious.
A single blow from one of the monster’s enormous arms would prove
fatal.
The thoth charged
again. Larra leapt easily to
one side and continued her tactic of harassing the beast, delivering a roundhouse
kick to its posterior as it blundered
past. The
thoth turned again, swaying
on its feet. It had long ago
lost its erection. It was on
the verge of collapse.
At that moment, Larra felt a sharp stinging pain in her
backside. She turned her head,
glancing down and reaching back at the same
time. Protruding from her right
buttock was a tiny feathered dart.
The pain generated by the tiny dart was
excruciating. She knew that instantly
that the dart was poisoned or at the very least
drugged.
“Damn!” she muttered, as she yanked the offending dart from her
backside. She winced as the pain
intensified, but much worse than the pain was the feeling of numbness spreading
through her right cheek and down her leg.
The thoth was charging
again. She dodged again, but
this time one of the monster’s huge hands almost caught
her.
Larra backed away from the
thoth, dragging her right
leg a little. The spring had
gone out of her step. If she
was forced to use her right leg it might fail
her. The pain in her backside
was intense and she wondered what exactly had been on the tip of the
dart. She was certain that it
would not be enough to kill her. If
they had wanted to do that they would not have put her in the arena with
the
thoth.
Clearly it was intended merely to slow her down or perhaps disable
her so that she would be an easy victim.
From her gallery, Queen Takla applauded as the
thoth almost caught the
demon, clapping her hands and shouting with
glee. The guard had carried out
her duty well. She would receive
a promotion. No one in the audience
had even seen the tiny dart as it was propelled by the blowgun from between
the bars of the door to the arena.
Now it was only a matter of time until the poison slowed the demon
enough that the thoth
could catch her. Then the real
fun would begin.
The thoth seemed to sense
that something was wrong with its prey, because it now attacked with renewed
energy. Larra limped noticeably
as she continued to back away from its
advance. She no longer felt confident
of being able to dodge the monster’s awkward
attacks. Backing up was her best
defence, but she sensed that sooner or later she would be
caught. The
thoth was simply too big
to avoid by backpedaling.
Desperately, Larra tried to think of something
else. There was one thing she
could do. She had avoided it
because it was so dangerous, but in her present condition she really had
no choice. The
thoth came at her in the
usual manner. The beast was totally
without imagination or intelligence.
It had not varied its tactics in any way throughout the
ordeal. This time Larra did not
back away or throw herself to the side.
Instead, she stood her ground.
The tactic seemed suicidal, but at the last second, as the
thoth reached out to grab
her, she caught hold of its wrists with both of her hands, and then leaning
backwards, dropped to the ground and caught the monster in the belly with
her feet. The
thoth’s momentum
carried it forward and with Larra holding its wrists, it described an arc
through the air and crashed heavily to the
ground.
Landing on its back in a cloud of dust, the
thoth was completely
winded. Larra’s gamble had
been so unexpected, that it had been unable to prepare itself for the sudden
impact with the ground. Larra
moved faster. Almost before the
dust of the arena had begun to settle she was on her
feet. Now it was time to take
her attack to the enemy. Leaping
high in the air, she came down of the
thoth’s head with
both feet, hammering the beast’s head into the
ground.
Stunned, the thoth lay
defenceless while Larra prepared to attack again, but this time she stumbled
as she tried to repeat her attack.
Her right leg had gone completely numb and would no longer
respond. She knew, however, that
if she did not do something, the
thoth would
recover.
Limping badly, she dragged herself toward the dazed
monster. The
thoth was lying with its
legs apart, displaying its monstrous
genitals. The enormous testicles,
each the size of a tennis ball were its most vulnerable
point. Even with only one good
leg, if Larra could get close enough, she would be able to crush
them.
As she drew level with the
thoth’s thigh she
tried to step across between the beast’s
legs. It was a
mistake. At that precise moment,
the thoth opened its
eyes. Seeing his prey upon him,
it kicked out with the leg that Larra was
straddling. The blow caught her
directly between the legs and threw her a good five feet into the
air.
The pain from the blow was agonizing and the shock of the impact drove the
breath from her body. Larra described
an arc in the air and landed on her
shoulders. Now it was her turn
to lie dazed. A great cry went
up form the watching crowd. This
was what they had come to see – the defeat of the
demon.
The thoth scrambled to
its feet. Before it
lay the semiconscious body of the creature he had
been trying to catch for almost an hour.
With a scream of rage he pounced on the helpless
woman.
Larra shrieked in pain as the
thoth sank his fangs into
her left breast. Fighting
desperately, she hammered at the monster’s head and face with her fists,
but it was like pounding on stone.
But even this pitiful defence was too much for the
thoth,
Withdrawing his teeth from her bleeding breast, he forced her
arms behind her back, and then with one huge hand, pinned them there so that
she could not fight back.
Larra screamed again. This time
in rage and despair as she felt her legs forced
apart. It was not possible for
so huge an organ to enter her, but she knew that the
thoth was going to
try. Despite her almost useless
right leg, she fought desperately to prevent the monster from ravishing her,
twisting and turning in a frantic effort to escape.
The smell of the beast was appalling.
Larra was certain that it had never had a proper bath. Its body was
wet with sweat, which now dripped down on her as she struggled to
escape. The
thoth pressed his huge
organ against Larra’s vulva.
She could hardly believe the immense pressure at the gates of her
pleasure trove. Then she felt
something wet and slippery splatter against the inside of the V made by her
splayed legs. The
thoth had excreted some
sort of lubricant toward her sex organs.
Then she felt tremendous pressure.
Larra grunted in pain. In
spite of its almost impossible size, the
thoth’s huge phallus
was forcing its way into her.
There was another spurt of fluid and the inner folds of her nether region
suddenly became very wet. The
thoth had lubricated her
thoroughly. Now her honey pot
was wet enough to allow partial
penetration.
Like a great ram, the
thoth’s frightening
huge organ pushed past Larra’s
defences. With a cry of agony
she arched her back. The pain
resembled that of childbirth as she was slowly spread
wide. And then with a sudden
thrust, the thoth penetrated
her.
“Eeeeeaaaaggghhh!”
Larra’s scream of pain
could be heard in every part of the
stadium. The crowd roared its
approval and began the chant of “thoth,
thoth, thoth,” once
again. Queen
Takla clasped her hands in glee as she watched
the demon receive its just
punishment.
“Aaaaaagghhhh!” Larra screeched
again. The
thoth, panting with
excitement, was beginning a rhythmic pounding of her pleasure
grotto. Each forward thrust parted
Larra’s nether lips a little more until the monster was well into
her. She twisted in agony as
her tight love tunnel was brutally
ravished. Blood and semen jetted
from her, staining the dust of the arena.
Her body assumed grotesque angles in her desperate attempts to
escape. Impossible pain racked
her body. She was sure that her
insides were being torn apart. It
was about as brutal a rape as she had ever
experienced. Certainly, she had
never faced so huge a sex organ. It
seemed quite impossible that all of it could fit within her without causing
permanent damage or even death.
She screamed again. This time
it was a long wailing shriek as the
thoth pursued his merciless
attack. The beast seemed intent
on causing her as much pain as it possibly
could. Relentlessly the beast
pounded into her. She lost track
of the passage of time. Her entire
life became one long drawn out nightmare of pain and humiliation as she begged
the brainless monster to spare her.
Toward the end of the ordeal she was screaming almost
unceasingly. And then suddenly,
it was over. With a grunt, the
thoth spasmed into
her. White milky fluid spurted
from her vagina, there being no room inside her for such a huge amount of
semen.
Weeping and whimpering Larra’s lay on the floor of the
arena. She was bleeding profusely
from her ravaged vagina. Every
movement of her body sent waves of pain through the area between her
legs. She was sure that she would
never walk properly again. She
had only known pain like that during
childbirth. She hoped that Melissa
had not been forced to watch. Her
young companion would have been absolutely
horrified.
The thoth was
gone. A dozen guards had herded
it back into its lair. But her
trial was not quite over. Rough
hands seized her arms, and she was dragged from the
arena. Weeping with pain, she
hauled along like a sack of grain until her guards reached a cell inside
the arena. There she was
unceremoniously dumped onto a cold stone floor to await her captors’
pleasure.
Queen Takla beamed with
delight. She had never seen a
show like the one she had just witnessed.
She wondered how it felt to be torn apart by the
thoth’s huge
phallus. The very thought sent
strange urges through pelvic region.
Tonight perhaps she would have one of the handmaidens pleasure
her. But first there was the
matter of the other white woman.
She licked her lips. She
was really looking forward to seeing the brown-haired demon writhe in
agony. With a wave of the fan
she urged her litter bearers to carry her from the
arena.
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