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Through narrowed eyes Churba watched the
golden-haired woman as she strode back from the pond where she had just finished
bathing. He tried to imagine
what it would be like to be between her
thighs. He expected it would
be a most pleasant experience.
Unfortunately he could not just take
her. The Daygana had welcomed
her as a guest, therefore giving her the tribe’s
protection. It was a tradition
that he could not openly defy.
However, there was nothing to stop him from taking her if he could
catch her alone and outside the boundaries of the
village. Once in the forest who
would know what he did to her?
He was taking a bit of a
risk. She was a strange creature,
tall and slender, with sharp pointed features and eyes like the
sky. Who knew what sort of magic
she might have; after all, she had seemed to appear out of
nowhere.
He had been part of the party that had found
her wandering in the forest, quite clearly lost and
frightened. He should have claimed
her then, even if it meant a fight with his
companions. He was, after all,
the most feared warrior of the Daygana.
Now it was too late, she had the protection of the tribe and even
worse, the huge yellow-haired white man seemed to have some claim to
her.
However, all was not lost, he had a plan;
one that would get the yellow-haired giant out of the way long enough to
make the girl his own.
He nodded in approval as the golden-haired
girl moved toward the central hut.
Her hips swayed enticingly and her pert, rounded breasts jiggled
invitingly. She was a bit strange-
looking, but there was certainly nothing wrong with her
body.
He wondered why she bothered to cover the
part of her body between her thighs.
He suspected, however, that what she hid there was just as sweet as
that of the women of his own people.
If his plan worked he would soon find
out.
Judy moved toward the hut that had been set
aside for her and Wallace. It
was an awkward and embarrassing arrangement, but the only other alternative
would be for her to share part of the longhouse with the unmarried pubescent
girls and she suspected that would be even worse.
Wallace had agreed to stay on one side of
the hut while she stayed on the other.
He had even offered her his shirt, which she had gratefully
accepted. It fit her like a tent,
but it kept the sun off her fair skin and appealed to her sense of
modesty. She always wore it around
Wallace, but not everywhere in the
village. After all, the Daygana
did not even know what clothes were and did not think nudity at all
unusual.
Just now Wallace was
out. Some of the men had taken
him hunting and he had seemed happy to go with
them. He was an interesting man
with a fantastic story; one that Judy found hard to
believe. Apparently her unexpected
presence in the Daygana camp had placed him in a bit of a
quandary. He had his imaginary
woman friends to rescue, but he did not want to leave a white woman alone
among the Daygana and so he had decided to keep her
company.
Judy wasn’t
worried. So far the Daygana had
treated her well. She was still
shocked at some of their customs, but she had gotten used to their nudity
and they all seemed very friendly.
She could think of no reason why any of them would suddenly turn on
her.
A commotion out side alerted her to
Wallace’s return and she quickly pulled on his
shirt. The big Aussie burst into
the tent, his face split in a big grin.
“G’day,
Jude. D’yava good
swim?”
Judy almost winced at the Aussie’s
accent. She had to think for
a second to figure out what he had said, then she went red with
anger.
“How did you know I went for a
swim? Were you hiding in a bush
spying on me?”
“Hi, don’t get ya knickers in a
knot. You’re mop is
wet. Not hard to figure out what
you were doing.”
“Oh.”
Judy blushed again, this time from
embarrassment. “Sorry, I
should have thought…”
“No worries,
Jude.” Wallace
smiled. “This is one hell
of a situation for a woman.
I’d be just as worried as you if I was in your
shoes.”
“How was your hunting trip?” asked
Judy, changing the subject.
“Bonzer!”
“More special than hunting pigs?”
Judy asked, straight-faced.
“Ya, I
reckon. A bit hard to tell with
just using sign-language.”
Judy
nodded. Wallace was much better
at communicating with the Daygana than she
was. He told her it came from
having worked among the Aborigines of Australia and other
cultures. He had become an expert
at substituting gestures for words and could generally make himself
understood.
Wallace pulled off his
boots. “Time to grab a bit
of shut-eye before tea. Always
pays to be well-rested in these circumstances.”
Judy
smiled. She could almost get
to like the big Aussie if he were a little better
mannered.
Wallace was up with the birds the next
day. Not that he had much
choice. Churba knocked him
up. The Daygana warrior had taken
a bit of a shine to him for some reason and was always close
by. As Wallace stepped from the
hut he handed him a spear and pointed toward the forest.
Well, that was plain
enough. Wallace
nodded. He grabbed a bit of the
mush they called food. After
twenty years of living among a variety of cultures he could eat almost anything,
but it didn’t mean he had to like
it. As he finished eating he
poked his head back into the hut.
“See you Jude.
I’ll be back with a pig of me own this
time.”
Then he swung in behind Churba as they marched
to the edge of the village. Most
of the young men in the village were waiting there, a total of about ninety
or a hundred.
“Hell of a big hunting party,” thought
Wallace. “Must be a lot
of pigs out there.”
The expedition marched out of the village,
but this time Wallace noticed that the warriors did not head for the forest,
but walked along the top of the ridge
instead. He wondered how much
game they would find in the more open area of the ridge
tops. The entire group seemed
to be a good mood, the warriors chanting as they loped
along. In spite of the fact that
he was taller than they were and had a longer stride, Wallace found that
he had trouble keeping up with them.
They moved along for about three hours, and
Wallace slowly realized that this was not a hunting expedition; at least
not the sort he was used to. The
last half hour of the march the warriors slowed down and began to look warily
around them. Wallace could think
of only one reason for that; other
warriors. He suddenly realized
that this was not a hunting trip, but a military
expedition.
“Crikey,” he
muttered. “I’m in the
bloody Daygana army.”
Suddenly the column of warriors came to a
complete halt. Wallace soon saw
why. Lined up along the top of
the ridge were about a hundred warriors.
The enemy had been found.
Wallace looked around for Churba.
Most of his communication had been with the Daygana warrior and they
had established a bit of a rapport.
For some reason, however, he could not find
him. However, since the warriors
he was with were quickly spreading out into a long line it was possible that
Churba was too far down the line for him to see.
The warriors continued to spread
out. They did not form a regular
line so much as they spread out into a scattered group of warriors about
three deep with wide spaces between them.
They set up just a spear cast away from the enemy and shouted at the
warriors on the other side.
Wallace supposed that they were
insults. The exchange of pleasantries
went on for some time, and just as Wallace was wondering what the hell was
going to happen, several warriors on the other side hurled their spears in
the direction of Wallace and Daygana.
“Bloody hell!” he
exclaimed. “A bloke could
get hurt.”
Interestingly, the Daygana did not seem
particularly alarmed. They continued
to shout at the enemy and threw their own spears back at
them.
One of the warriors close to Wallace grinned
and looked at him. He made a
throwing motion with his arm, indicating that Wallace should emulate
him.
“Crikey,” Wallace said
aloud. “Haven’t tried
this since fifth form.” He
drew back his arm and let fly. His
spear made it about halfway before flopping into the ground far short of
the enemy. Most of the Daygana
set up a great hoot at this unimpressive
effort.
At that moment another flight of spears from
the other side came their way.
There was a lot of shouting a laughing as the Daygana made a game
out of it dodging the flying missiles, and then throwing their own
back.
Wallace eventually figured out that it was
a game, albeit a rather risky one.
None of the warriors on either side made any effort to get closer
than a spear cast from the enemy.
They threw all of their own spears and then retrieved those of the
enemy and threw those. The enemy
did the same, but rarely did more than a dozen or so warriors throw at the
same time, so dodging the missiles was not particularly difficult unless
several were thrown at the same spot.
Wallace eventually got his hands on another
spear and this time his throw was much
improved. He didn’t hit
anything, but at least it reached the ranks of the
enemy. At that point he noted
that there seemed to be more than the usual number of spears coming toward
his area of the field.
It was a near miss, dodging them all, but
he managed. The Daygana warriors
seemed delighted, setting up a great shout as Wallace did his best to avoid
becoming a pincushion. At first
he thought it was a one time event until the next dozen or so spears also
came in his direction. He suddenly
realized that to the other side the sight of a six-foot tall blonde-haired
white man was an irresistible target.
A hundred grinning black faces were turned
in his direction. “Bloody
galahs,” he shouted. “I
could get killed.”
Judy looked up as a shadow shifted across
her. She looked up in
surprise. In spite of the fact
that the Daygana treated her well, most of the time they left her
alone. She knew at once that
something was wrong. Churba stood
there and he looked grim. Well,
grimmer. She had seldom seen
the warrior smile, but this time he seemed decidedly unhappy about
something. Since the last time
she had seen him he was with Wallace her stomach
hiccoughed. She didn’t know
the Aussie too well, but that didn’t mean she did not have some concerns
for him.
He motioned to her making it clear that she
should follow him. Judy immediately
left the hut and trotted after Churba as he moved through the
village. He took her out through
the front gate and pointed toward the
trees. Judy nodded her
understanding. Wallace was hurt
and she was supposed to help him.
He knew that she was a nurse and probably trusted her more than the
Daygana to look after him properly.
Judy prayed that Wallace’s injuries
wouldn’t be too severe. She
had no medical supplies and could do little for
him. She didn’t even have
bandages, but supposed that she could tear up the shirt Wallace had given
her. It was a sacrifice she was
prepared to make if it would help him.
It wasn’t until they entered the forest
that Judy began to wonder why none of the other villagers were with
them. Surely there must be someone
other than her that Churba could have called
on. However, unable to communicate
with the Daygana warrior she followed along expecting that they would soon
get to where he was taking her.
An hour later she wasn’t quite so
sure. She knew that Wallace had
left with a large number of warriors, but the trail they were on looked
disused. “Perhaps we’re
taking a shortcut,” she thought.
A few minutes later she realized she was wrong about
that.
The Daygana warrior had stopped moving and
waited for her. When she caught
up he took her arm and led her to one side of the
trail. Judy suddenly noticed
that there was a pile of withes and leaves assembled into a crude pallet;
and then she caught the look in Churba’s
eyes.
“Oh no,” she
said. “You’ve got the
wrong idea. I’m not interested
in…”
Churba wasn’t listening, not a surprising
reaction considering that she was speaking
English. Still holding her arm
he guided her toward the makeshift bed.
Judy brought her knee up between his
legs. With a cry of pain the
warrior dropped his spear and fell writhing to the forest floor, screaming
in agony. Later Judy realized
that the smartest thing she could have done was to have grabbed his spear
and finished him off while he was
helpless. But she was not that
brave or vicious. Instead she
turned and ran, heading back the way she had come.
She was terrified, and fled without thinking
or even watching where she was going.
Somewhere in her panicked dash she must have stepped off the
trail. She was suddenly smashing
her way through vegetation so thick that it caught in her shirt, ripping
it open and bringing her to a breathless
halt.
It brought her to her
senses. She carefully disentangled
her clothing from the shrubbery and pulled the shirt closed, noticing that
her encounter with the foliage had deprived her of two
buttons. She remained still,
listening for the sounds of pursuit, but heard
nothing. She waited a minute
and then moved off, heading in what she hoped was the direction of the
trail.
She was bewildered by what had happened to
her. The Daygana had seemed so
friendly. To be faced with abduction
and rape shook her badly, but she realized that only Churba had attacked
her. He had obviously planned
the whole thing. If she got back
to the village the other Daygana would protect
her.
She went slowly, determined this time that
she would not lose her way, if she ever found it
again. She breathed a deep sigh
of relief when she finally spotted what looked like the
trail. She took two steps and
then a black arm encircled her neck.
Her assailant struck from behind and she could not see him, but she
had no doubt who it was.
He was so strong that he lifted her off her
feet, his forearm cutting into her
throat. Judy tried to scream,
but her voice was choked off. She
kicked her legs futilely and clawed at the muscular forearm that was crushing
her windpipe. She felt her senses
swimming, black spots dancing before her eyes, and a strange buzzing in her
ears as she dove toward unconsciousness and then everything
faded.
As her awareness filtered back, she was aware
of a terrible pain in her wrists.
Her eyes cleared and she understood
why. Her weight was suspended
from her arms which were tied to a sapling on either side of
her. She found that her feet
could touch the ground, but for a few seconds she just continued to hang
there, still too dazed to respond.
She also realized that what clothing she had
was gone and standing just a few feet away was Churba, his dark face creased
in anger and triumph.
“Why are you doing this? She sobbed,
forgetting that the Daygana warrior understood nothing of what she
said. She realized immediately
that it was a stupid thing to say even if he had understood
her. His motives were all too
obvious.
Churba stepped toward
her. He was carrying a short
length of bamboo in his hand and for a second Judy wondered what he was going
to do with it, and then she tried to twist her head away as he lifted it
toward her mouth. He grabbed
her hair and jerked her head back so that it could not move and forced the
bamboo between her teeth. She
tried to scream, realizing too late that she should have done that
earlier. Now if anyone was close
enough to come to her aid there was no way to alert them.
She gagged as the bamboo forced her jaws
apart. Churba held it in place
while he used a short piece of rope to bind it behind her head and then released
her.
Totally at the mercy of her captor, Judy waited
for him to proceed to the next step.
She was certain that she would be raped and her mind flashed back
to her reason for fleeing the Japanese.
She couldn’t help thinking of the irony in fearing rape at the
hands of the Japanese and finding that she faced the same thing at the hands
of someone whose existence she had never even known about until a few days
ago.
She watched apprehensively as Churba fumbled
in a leather pouch. Her chest
was heaving with the fear and strain of waiting as well as the awkward and
painful position of her body. He
finally seemed to find what he wanted and stepped toward
her. Helpless, her blue eyes
opened even wider as he held up one of the objects from his pouch between
his fingers.
“Nnngghh!” Judy screamed, the bamboo gag muffling her
voice. Jerking her body frenziedly
she tried to tear her wrists free of their restraints, but succeeded only
in removing the skin from her wrists.
He moved closer moving the four inch thorn
toward her breasts. Judy screamed
even louder, tears fear flowing from her
eyes. Churba smiled, obviously
enjoying her fear and then using his left hand gripped her right breast,
pinching it painfully. Judy writhed,
knowing what he intended but unable to stop it.
“Mmmppphh!”
Another muffled shriek
tore from her throat as he pushed the thorn through her
nipple. Thrashing wildly she
once again made another useless attempt to
escape. She screamed again as
Churba next transfixed the nipple of her left breast and then cried out again
as he decided that one cruel piercing was not
enough. He placed the second
thorn at right angles to the first and slightly deeper, piercing the pink
of her areola. He then continued
with the other breast, adding a second thorn there as
well.
Judy screamed brokenly, her muffled shrieks
deteriorating into sobs as Churba used up his stock of thorns, piercing each
breast five times, and leaving her nipples and areolas dripping fine beads
of blood from the tiny puncture wounds.
Judy never knew whether the piercing of her
breasts and nipples was payback for kneeing the Daygana warrior in his testicles
or whether he would have done it anyway.
Whatever, his reason, it was excruciatingly painful as her muffled
sobs and cries attested.
Unfortunately, however, torturing her was merely the warm up for the
main event. He removed his penis
sheath, revealing his male hardness, and while she screamed in pain and fear,
lifted her legs from the ground and stepped between her
thighs.
Judy screamed even louder as he held her,
and using all the strength of his muscular body, thrust into
her. She tried to stop him, clamping
her thighs against his waist, but he was far too strong for
her. With a sense of complete
degradation and hopelessness she felt her hymen give way and realized that
she was a maiden no longer. Her
virginity had been ripped from her in the most brutal manner
possible. Now she wept not just
from the pain of her ordeal, but also the loss of her
innocence.
Seemingly oblivious to her suffering, Churba
continued to rape her, grunting in bestial satisfaction while the sweat of
his body mixed with her sweat and blood.
With a grunt of animal satisfaction he finally released into her and
then stepped back allowing her to hang helplessly from her
wrists.
She was too beaten physically and emotionally
to stand. Her loins felt as if
they had been torn apart and her vaginal region was bleeding and bruised
from the brutality of the ordeal.
She looked toward Churba and her heart froze. He was standing with spear raised. He had raped and tortured her and now he was going to get rid of the evidence. Surprisingly, the imminence of death did not terrify her. Judy felt herself possessed by a strange calm. With spirit that she did not know she had, she found the strength to stand and looked death in the eye. Churba pulled his arm back and using all of his strength hurled his spear.
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