Atawna

Adventures in the Lost World

Episode 1

Atawna and the Lost World

Chapter 21 Bloody Vengeance

Featherstone stood in front of the bowed figure of Larra Court. Finally after years of failure he had triumphed and punished his female adversary in the most brutal way he could devise; through her daughter. There was just one thing to make his victory complete; one final humiliation.

“Defeat is so bitter isn’t it, Miss Court?” Featherstone asked. He lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him. Larra’s violet eyes reflected pain, but there was still a spark of defiance. Featherstone marveled at her beauty. The high cheekbones and full sensual lips gave her an exotic beauty that was unrivaled. It was unfortunate that she was not of pure blood. It was unfortunate also that she would soon be dead. For a second he considered keeping her, but disregarded it. She was far too dangerous and it would take him weeks to get her out of this God-forsaken land. He consoled himself with the thought that he would still have her daughter. She was just a girl and would be much easier to manage.

He stepped back to admire her slender but well muscled body. Her arms stretched over her head emphasized the fullness of her breasts and the narrowness of her waist. It seemed fitting to end it this way. He would take her one more time and then give her a fitting and painful death. She would die screaming in pain and with the knowledge that he still had her daughter. He looked toward the river. The location he had chosen for the final humiliation of his captive was perfect. He was going to enjoy watching her scream.

“Let me tell you what is going to happen, Miss Court. You are going to die, but your daughter is going to live. I will take her with me and use her as often as I can. When I am finished with her I have a contact who can use her in his business. She will make a most splendid whore, especially after I have broken her in.”

Larra said nothing. Only her glittering eyes indicated that she was still conscious. She appeared a beaten woman. Her body was streaked with blood and she could barely stand. If it had not been for the rope that pulled her arms over her head it was certain she would have fallen. Featherstone hoped that she had enough strength to appreciate what he was going to so to her.

A few yards away, Lin Yao watched the conversation between Featherstone and her mother. The vile English thug was speaking so quietly that she could not hear anything he said. Once again she tested the ropes that bound her, but she was unable to break free. She didn’t have much strength left, Featherstone had hurt her terribly. Her nether region was on fire where he had penetrated both her vagina and anus, and her breasts and belly were scored and bleeding where Featherstone’s hooked hand had ripped open her flesh. The hot sun beat down on her and her wounds were attracting flies. Minute by minute she could feel her strength ebbing away. And then she saw something that caused her to cry out in protest. Or rather, she attempted to cry out. When she opened her mouth nothing came out. Starved for water she could not even manage the faintest protest as Featherstone prepared to rape her mother.

Featherstone took out his sheath knife. He would end his relationship with Larra Court the way it had started, by violating her. But first he had to cut her down. He sliced through the rope binding her wrists and watched in satisfaction as the beaten woman collapsed, falling in a heap at his feet. She was completely defeated. He could do with her what he wanted.

Seizing the ropes that bound her wrists he dragged her over to the fallen tree where he had tied Lin Yao. It seemed appropriate that he rape her next to her daughter. Tying her wrists to one of the branches of the fallen tree he began to unbuckle his belt. His penis had swollen as he tied her. Even at the age of fifty he was capable of an impressive erection. Soon he would exercise it once more inside his favourite adversary.

He spread his victim’s legs and moved between her thighs. The velvet touch of her skin on the outside of his legs excited him, as did the low moan that escaped her lips as he shifted his weight onto her. “One more time, Miss Court. And then you die.” He thrust into her enjoying her scream of protest as he violated her for the last time.

Larra no longer had the will to resist Featherstone’s brutal treatment. Her lacerated back reacted in excruciating pain as he forced his way into her vagina. A wave of blackness swept in front of her eyes even as Featherstone ripped her open.

“Must not faint,” Larra thought. Desperately she fought against the dark pit that threatened to swallow her mind. If she passed out now she would lose all chance of surviving whatever Featherstone had in mind.

Featherstone helped to keep her awake. The pain as he raped her was agonizing, especially as he did everything he could to cause her pain. She whimpered in agony as the brutality of the rape, coupled with the terrible throbbing of her shredded back kept her on the verge of shrieking uncontrollably.

Featherstone exulted at his final victory. Humiliation and pain showed in the eyes and face of his victim as he subjected her to his will. It spurred him on to greater efforts, in spite of the exhausting sexual workout he had already participated in that day. Again and again he pistoned in and out of his moaning victim, watching the erotic rotation of her breasts as they bounced in smooth rhythm to his movements.

With a grunt of complete satisfaction he ejaculated, spilling his sperm into her womb. Breathing heavily, he pulled up his pants. “That was a farewell gift, Miss Court. Now you die.”

He motioned to a couple of the black porters who had set up the camp. They had watched the entire episode in stunned horror as their former mistress was brutally violated, but they were too terrified of Featherstone to dare oppose him. “Get her on her feet,” he ordered. While the porters obeyed his commands he went to Lin Yao.

The girl was sobbing quietly, a not surprising event considering that she had just witnessed the complete humiliation and subjugation of her mother. Still tied to the tree she could only look helplessly at him as he approached. “It’s the final chapter for your mother you Asian whore, and I want you front and centre to witness it.” Untying the end of the rope binding her wrists to the tree branch, he forced her to her feet. After her brutal experience Lin Yao could hardly stand. Featherstone liked that. With a grin he4 pushed her toward the sagging form of her mother. “What do you think?” he jeered, a leering grin on his twisted features, “How many more times will I have to fuck her to break her in?”

Larra sagged in the arms of the porters. She seemed to have no strength left and could not stand on her own. Featherstone’s words seemed to come from far away, penetrating her mind only with difficulty. “Come on, Miss Court,” Featherstone gibed. “I want you awake. Killing you won’t be nearly as much fun if you’re not aware of what is happening.”

He marched over to her and lifted her head with his hooked hand. Then with his left he slapped her face. Larra’s head rang. Suddenly she was wide awake. Featherstone’s words came clear and cold. “Let me tell you what I have planned, Miss Court.” He gestured toward Lin Yao. I am going to fuck your daughter until she can no longer stand. It will take several weeks for me to get her back to civilization and I play to enjoy her at every opportunity. By the time I am finished with her she will be as loose as a Bombay whore. Then I will make sure that she spends the rest of her youth in carnal servitude.”

“Now, I have talked enough. It is time for you to meet your end.” Featherstone motioned to the porters. Take her down to the river.”

Larra did not resist as the porters took her arms. She could barely walk and had to be held erect as she was guided toward the river. Featherstone went behind, leading Lin Yao on a length of rope. The girl walked awkwardly, her loins burning and her face reflecting her fear and apprehension. What did Featherstone have planned for her mother?

The party stopped near a huge tree that had been washed up by the river. Its spreading roots flared out like spokes from the base of the trunk. “Tie her there,” Featherstone ordered.

The porters dragged Larra toward the trunk. Featherstone took the opportunity to gloat. “I am going to feed you to the crocodiles. But I am going to do it in the most interesting way possible. You will be tied to the so that you cannot escape and then I will watch as the crocs rip off pieces of your body until you are all gone. I expect it will take awhile before you die. Both your daughter and I will enjoy watching your demise.”

“No!” screamed Lin Yao. “You cannot do this. It is not human.” She fell to her knees before Featherstone. “Please,” she begged. “Do not kill my mother. I will do anything you want.”

“Touching scene,” laughed Featherstone. “I think your daughter is going to make a very good whore. Just a few more sessions with me to properly condition her and she will be able to serve several clients a day.”

Larra watched her daughter humble herself. Very little of what Featherstone had said to her had penetrated her fogged mind. That she was going to die, she understood. She was too beaten to resist. And after she died Featherstone would take Lin Yao and…

A sudden splash distracted her. Looking toward the river she saw the water move as something large moved beneath its surface. “I see our friends are hungry,” Featherstone said. “Goodbye Miss Court; I hope you enjoy your last moments as much as I will.”

Something clicked and then snapped in Larra’s mind. The hideous realization of what Featherstone had done and was about to do surged into her consciousness. For the first time in several hours her mind was suddenly clear. And then it was clouded by rage. Reaching down into the unplumbed depths of her soul, she pulled forth a hidden reserve of strength. It swelled up within her like a geyser roaring to the surface and then exploded through her body.

With a powerful heave of her arms and shoulders she shook free of the porters holding her arms, and with an incredible show of strength she snapped the bonds tying her wrists. Her injuries and weakness were gone, overwhelmed by her sudden strength. In front of her was the leering thug who had raped and brutalized her daughter. She charged toward him, three steps covering the short distance separating her from the man who had been her nemesis for fifteen years. She easily evaded Featherstone’s hook as it came up in an attempt to impale her as she attacked. Catching his arm she twisted it behind him, bringing it up behind his back so suddenly that his shoulder was dislocated.

Featherstone screamed in agony and then screamed even louder as Larra jammed the point of his hook into his back just between his shoulder blades. Then she whirled him around and kicking his feet out from under him smashed him to the ground. She landed on top of him, her hand reaching for his sheath knife. Wielding the blade in frenzied precision, she cut through his belt, and tore open his pants.

“NNNNNOOOO!” Featherstone shrieked. Then he screamed even louder as Larra’s fingers closed over his testicles.

“Aaaaaaahhh! Mmmmpphh!” Featherstone’s scream was cut off as Larra stuffed his severed testicles into his mouth. Wrapping his belt over his mouth she cut off his cries, then she jerked him to his feet.

“You’ve violated your last victim, you bastard,” Larra growled. Spinning him toward the river she pushed him ahead of her. Featherstone staggered forward, fighting her all the way, but Larra was possessed of demonic strength. In spite of his desperate struggles she propelled him into the river. There was a sudden surge as the crocodiles sensed prey and then Featherstone gave one last horrible muffled cry.

Larra staggered back toward her daughter. Her face was distorted in a horrible triumph. She took three steps and then her face went blank and she toppled to the ground.

Lin Yao stared at the fallen body of her mother. Everything had happened in just seconds. One instant her mother had been slated for death and the next Featherstone was being torn apart by crocodiles. Her mother lay as if dead, her body absolutely still. She looked around her. The porters had gone, frightened off by her mother’s sudden rage. A few feet away was the bloody knife her mother had used to castrate Featherstone.

Grimacing in pain she staggered toward it. Picking it up she wedged it in the ground and cut the ropes binding her wrists. She was almost exhausted, but she had to get her mother away from the river. Once the crocodiles finished with Featherstone they might want dessert. Placing her hands until her mother’s armpits she laboriously dragged her to higher ground and then collapsed beside her. Fatigued beyond anything she had known Lin Yao took her mother in her arms and then lapsed into exhausted sleep.

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