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Amy pushed stealthily through the
undergrowth. Ayashe was a few
yards behind her, maintaining a prudent separation just in case one of them
ran into one of the Japanese soldiers.
They were on the outskirts of the Japanese camp, trying to work their
way closer in order to see if they could determine what had happened to their
companions. They had waited for
night, not daring to try anything so dangerous during the
day.
Amy was hoping desperately that she would
find some trace of the missing women, but at the same time she was terrified
at what she might discover. The
thought that Katie, Melissa, and Lisha might be dead was
frightening. But almost as bad
was the fear that they might be alive but that they might have suffered horribly
at the hands of the Japanese.
She was now close enough that she could see
the Japanese soldiers clustered about their
fires. It gave her a bit of an
advantage. The Japanese would
be blinded by the firelight, but Amy could clearly see the enemy and move
where they were not.
She edge
closer. There appeared to be
some sort of gathering in the centre of the encampment; something that did
not appear quite right. She gasped
in horror. She had found two
of her missing companions.
Katie and Melissa were trussed tightly, their
calves bound to their knees so that they were forced into a kneeling
position. Katie was tied into
some sort of gruesome bamboo scaffolding that brutally pinched her breasts
and stretched her arms over her head.
Melissa’s body was arched upward, her breasts lifted by nipple
clamps attached to each of her breasts and weighted by a rope thrown over
an upper branch. From the look
of pain and exhaustion on the face of each woman they had been in their painful
bondage for several hours.
Amy’s gut
clenched. She was almost sick
with fear and disgust. She had
never understood the cruelty some members of the human race were capable
of inflicting on others. Were
the Japanese trying to torture information out of her companions or were
they doing it for idle amusement?
She knew that as far as the Japanese army was concerned either reason
was quite legitimate.
Somehow she had to find a way to rescue her
friends without getting caught and that meant getting closer to the centre
of the Japanese encampment.
However, it was far too dangerous to attempt getting closer
now. She and Ayashe would have
to wait until later when most of the camp was
asleep. Then with some luck they
might be able save the two prisoners.
She started to move back the way she had come
at the same time wondering where Lisha
was. Perhaps the tall African
girl had managed to avoid capture.
She could only hope so.
Otherwise her absence was ominous as it meant she was probably
dead.
She felt a faint tug on her ankle as she slunk
back through the trees. She froze,
but she knew that it was already too
late. The tripwire that she had
blundered into had already done its work.
She saw the heads of the Japanese sentries turn her
way. There was noting else to
do but make a run for it.
She took to her heels running as hard as she
could. It didn’t matter
how much noise she made now; her only chance was to get out of the camp and
into the forest before the Japanese caught up with
her. Branches slapped into her
face and tore at her clothes, but she didn’t break
stride. Once she tripped and
fell flat, but scrambled to her feet and kept on
going.
As she ran she hoped that Ayashe had kept
her wits about her. She and the
girl had agreed that if one of them was discovered then the other could remain
hidden and not try anything foolish like attempting to create a
distraction. It would do no good
to have the Japanese chasing both of
them.
She could hear shouts behind her, but fortunately
no shots. She appeared to be
gaining ground on her pursuers as their voices were fading when a branch
just at the level of her forehead finished
her. She sensed its presence
just at the last instant and ducked, but the branch clipped the crown of
her head. She tumbled to her
knees and for a few seconds crouched groggily before getting to her
feet. She went down heavily the
second time as a rifle butt was slammed between her shoulders
blades.
Ayashe dropped flat as Amy took off through
the forest. It was their agreed
upon strategy in case of discovery.
She listened as the Japanese charged after her
companion. She didn’t know
what had happened, but she remained still, knowing that any movement would
lead to discovery.
There were Japanese soldiers everywhere, and
she guessed that Amy had fallen into some sort of
trap. She held her breath as
several men probed the brush near her, jabbing their bayonets into the
foliage. As they passed, she
shifted her position, moving into the area they had already
checked.
She moved silently, hardly disturbing a leaf
as she moved and then settled down to
wait. A minute passed and she
could hear the Japanese that had charged after Amy
returning. She raised her head
slightly and her gut twisted. Amy
was being dragged through the forest, supported by two
soldiers. Her body was limp;
apparently unconscious. Things
had gone from bad to worse. Now
all of her companions were either missing or
captured.
She looked quickly about her, trying to think
of something she could do or somewhere she could go to at least keep track
of what was happening to her companions.
Just a few feet away was a huge banyan
tree. Its aerial roots and the
lianas that wound about its trunk made it easily climbable and its huge
overhanging branches and thick foliage made it ideal to observe what was
happening in the encampment.
Moving slowly so as not to attract attention,
she gained the base of the tree and rapidly scaled the
trunk. Within a couple of minutes
she was thirty feet up; high enough to be safe and still observe the
ground. Slowly she edged herself
into a space where two massive branches flared out from the trunk.
From here she could easily see
the main campfire and watch as Amy was dragged into
view.
Private Katsuo Morita
yawned. In spite of the excitement
of the last five minutes he having trouble staying
awake. He had stayed up most
of the night watching his comrades enjoy the dark-skinned
girl. It had been a titillating
and at the same time a frustrating
experience. Before he had been
given the opportunity to have his turn he had been ordered to take his turn
at guard duty and he had been sitting sixty feet above the ground for the
last three hours.
Angry at not being able to enjoy what was
rightfully his, he had clambered up the giant banyan and taken a position
where he could see the ground. From
here he could keep an eye on anyone attempting to infiltrate the central
part of the camp. A few minutes
ago there had been a brief burst of excitement when the white woman had attempted
to sneak into the camp, but now he was settling back into the routine he
had endured for the last three hours.
He was disturbed by a faint rustling
sound. He tensed with
annoyance. One of the delights
of the
Peering down through the leaves and branches
he was able to make out the form of a creature much larger than any
rat. At first he thought that
one of his comrades had come to relieve him and he almost called down to
him, but something about the way the climber moved made him
hesitate.
He drew in a sharp breath when he realized
it was another woman. She was
coming right toward him and he kept very
still. Then he relaxed a little
as she stopped just a few feet below him and settled into the crotch of the
tree. Slowly he sheathed his
bayonet and picked up his rifle from the branch where he had hung
it. He had an idea, but it required
that he catch the woman completely off-guard.
Hardly daring to breath he slipped down the
trunk, using the branches as handholds and trying to avoid making the slightest
sound. Fortunately at that point
a slight evening breeze had come up rustling the leaves and
branches. It made enough noise
to muffle any sound he was making.
Stealthily he slipped behind her, finally
standing just three feet away. He
slipped his rifle from his shoulder and then lunging forward twisted the
strap about her neck, using the rifle to tighten it into a deadly
garrote. At the same time he
jerked sideways so that she was partially dislodged from her perch, throwing
all of her weight onto the strangling confines of the
strap.
Ayashe sensed the attack a split second too
late. Something was looped about
her neck and she was jerked off her feet almost toppling her from the
tree. Fighting to keep from falling
she reached up with both hands to keep the rifle strap that was twisted about
her neck from strangling her, but the oxygen and blood supply to her brain
had already been disrupted. She
tried to kick back at the man holding her, but one foot dangled in the air
and her blow was weak and ineffective.
Slowly she felt her consciousness fading, but she was helpless to
prevent it. As she passed out
her last thought was of how she had
failed. Now there was no one
left to come to her rescue or that of her friends.
The bondage torture coupled with several hours
in the hot sun and a complete lack of water had finally broken the blonde
and the brownette. Under separate
questioning they had answered all of his questions, not that what they told
him had amounted to much.
Apparently they were looking for a lost friend;
some female adventurer who had disappeared into the wilds of
But what was really amazing was the fact that
these women risked everything for one
another. How else was he to explain
the attempts by the redhead and what appeared to be a North American Indian
girl to infiltrate his camp? It
seemed quite ridiculous, but so was finding five such beautiful women in
the jungles of
Women were plaguing his
expedition. First there was the
beautiful and mysterious Chinese spy, who had somehow managed to escape while
killing two of his men, and then there were these five all of whom were quite
different but very deadly. He
was losing far too many men.
Already through disease, accident, and casualties he was down to only
about seventy-five of his original 100.
The five women he had thought to ambush had killed and wounded almost
twenty. He wondered how many
men he would have lost if he had not taken them
unaware.
He turned his eyes to the tall, slender redhead
he had captured. She was undeniably
beautiful. More slender than
the other two, but possessed of a perfect figure and hair as bright as fire,
she was certainly desirable, but she held his attention for only a few
seconds.
His interest turned to the young
girl. She was something very
special. He doubted she was much
more than eighteen and she was overwhelmingly
tempting. Her dark eyes were
cast down in an appropriate attitude of submission, although that might have
been due to the fact that she was barely conscious and was being held up
by two of his men.
Her youthful features were
perfect. High cheekbones, a petite
nose, and a wide full-lipped mouth gave her a look of immature
innocence. He doubted, however,
that her young body was immature.
The fullness of her breasts and flare of her hips showed her body
was far from childish.
“Take her to my tent,” he
ordered. “Prepare her
appropriately.”
Corporal Taisho
nodded. He was well acquainted
with Lieutenant Matsu’s tastes, having observed them with interest for
the last five years. Following
the two men holding the semi-conscious girl, he headed for
It did, and she was a delight to
undress. She struggled hard as
he stripped her, her tall lithe body twisting in the grip of his
guards. Her fear was apparent,
her brilliant green eyes wide, as he exposed first her small, tangerine-sized
breasts so reminiscent of the women of his homeland, and then the scarlet-trimmed
lips of her nether region.
She didn’t scream as he entered her,
but her body arched and she gasped as he penetrated her
fully. Her body was as ripe and
firm as a mandarin orange and just as
juicy. It took him only a few
minutes for him to climax and release into her.
His men did not have to be told
twice. They eagerly closed about
the three helpless women as he strolled toward his
tent. He really did not care
about the scum he commanded as long as they did what they were told, but
he found that they fought better if he shared a little of his booty with
them. The white women and the
tall black savage would keep them occupied for quite some
time. Meanwhile, he would find
out just how delectable the sloe-eyed virgin waiting in his tent
was.
Amy cursed herself for an utter fool in getting
caught so easily. Her stupidity
had ruined any chance of rescuing her friends and had probably resulted in
Ayashe being captured. Being raped by the Japanese officer had been painful
and humiliating, but it was only the
beginning. Several men had replaced
him and in the background she could hear the moans from Melissa and Katie
as they were released from their painful
bondage. There was only one very
small ray of hope. The Japanese
officer’s last words had indicted that he wanted them kept
alive. In spite of the terrible
ordeal they faced as long as they were not dead there was still
hope. She steeled herself for
a terrible ordeal as her legs were spread and a half dozen men swarmed around
her. As the first man thrust
into her she tried not to cry out and hoped that Ayashe would be
brave.
Ayashe pulled hard against the ropes that
bound her. She had been barely
conscious when the Japanese soldiers had marched her into the
tent. She had a vague awareness
of what was happening to her, but much of it was
confused. When she had come fully
to her senses she found that she had been tightly bound to the centre pole
of the tent. She was in a kneeling
position, her arms stretched behind her and her wrists lashed behind the
pole. Her ankles were similarly
tied, so that in spite of the fact that she was on her knees she was forced
to kneel in an upright position her back tight against the
post.
She had tried without success to break free
by shifting the post, but it had been dug into the floor of the
tent. She could move it slightly,
but the weight of the canvas kept her from shifting it more than a few
millimetres.
She had been struggling to escape for several
minutes. Alone in the tent, she
fearfully anticipated what would happen when the Japanese got around to checking
on her. She wondered if the Japanese
commander had arranged it so that she could think about what was going to
happen to her or whether the Japanese were simply so confident that she could
not escape they didn’t think it worthwhile to post a guard in the tent
with her. Whatever the reason,
she was frantic with fear.
Like Lisha, she had never known a
man. She hoped that was still
the case with the tall African girl.
She hadn’t seen her anywhere in the camp, but that didn’t
mean that she was not in some other tent, tied up the way she
was. If Lisha was a prisoner
there was little doubt that she would have been brutalized as badly as Katie
and Melissa had been.
The thought of what had been done to the other
women made her situation worse. The
experience of being a prisoner terrified
her. She was helpless and tied
up in the tent of the Japanese commander and her stomach was in knots just
thinking about what was going to happen to
her. It twisted even harder as
the tent flap was pulled back and the Japanese commander
entered.
They were very pretty eyes for all that;
almond-shaped and dark and mysterious.
They were set off beautifully by her high cheekbones, small nose and
full lips. He knelt in front
of her. “I think, I will
keep you for myself,” he said, not caring whether the girl understood
him or not. Eventually she would
learn exactly what he meant when he
spoke. For now he just wanted
to hear the sound of his own voice.
If she understood him so much the better.
“You are very beautiful,” he
continued. “Not like those
big-nosed European women. I have
shared every woman I have taken with my
men. This time it is time to
take one for myself and I have decided that you should have that honour –
at least until I tire of you.”
He reached out and lifted a fold of her thick
dark hair. It gleamed like oil
in the light of the lamp and was finer and softer than the most expensive
silk. He tilted her head back
slightly and ran his fingers over her lower lips, under her jaw, and down
her delicate neck to a point just above the closure of her
shirt. He watched as her bosom
rose and fell and then began to slowly open the shirt one button at a
time.
The girls’ breathing quickened and he
felt his erection returning. It
was rather soon after his enjoyment of the redhead, but the Amerindian girl
excited him. Almost certainly
he would be her first man and the taking of a woman’s virginity always
stimulated him.
Using both hands he opened her
shirt. It was still tucked into
her trousers, but it divided to the waist revealing breasts the size of
pomegranates. The fact that her
arms were secured behind her back thrust her chest forward, emphasizing the
perfection of her dark areolas and even darker
nipples. The nipples were small,
barely the size of ripe blueberry and centered in circles that were only
a couple of centimeters across. He
bent his head and tasted them.
“No,” Ayashe breathed as the Japanese
officer’s tongue touched her nipple.
Her voice was so low that the protest was
almost like sigh, but
He continued to tease her nipple; stimulating
the delicate bud until it began to swell, and then he closed his lips upon
it and sucked it fully erect.
Ayashe gave a low moan of protest.
Her upright position against the tent pole made her breasts obvious
targets and
The latter act left marks and bruises on the
soft contours of her breasts, but Ayashe held back her cries of pain, stoically
accepting the mild punishment until he tired of
it.
She had never felt so terrified or so
helpless. She had often wondered
what it would be like to be taken prisoner, knowing that Larra and her other
companions had suffered at the hands of men, but nothing she had visualized
had prepared her for the frightening
reality. She was so terrified,
that she could hardly breathe, her chest felt as if some huge weight was
pressing on it and her bowels had turned to water.
Her fear increased as the Japanese officer
worked his way lower. He moved
his hands over her breasts, stopping to squeeze and pinch them painfully
for a few seconds and then his fingers swept over her rib cage to her narrow
waist and the flare of her hips.
She tensed as he unbuckled her belt, opened
her trousers, and eased them down to her
thighs. The dark, velvet-soft
triangle framing her sexual treasure was
revealed. Sweat burst from every
pore, but Ayashe felt a chill sweep over her, as if she was standing in front
of an open freezer.
She tried not to act like a frightened little
girl, was it was hard to stop her body from trembling as her captor probed
her maidenly opening. She gave
a soft cry as his finger entered her and encountered her
hymen. She was caught in some
hideous nightmare and she couldn’t wake up.
The Japanese officer said something in
Japanese. From the satisfied
smirk on his face it wasn’t hard to guess that he was commenting on
her virginity. He stood up and
for a brief instant Ayashe hoped that he might be finished with
her. That hope died immediately
as he began to unbuckle his belt.
She turned her head away as he exposed his
male member, but was brutally corrected when he delivered a stinging slap
to her face. He grabbed her hair
and jerking her head back, forced her to look at him.
Ayashe could not only see him, she could smell
him and he stank of semen. It
was not hard to guess why. Amy
had been captured. No doubt the
officer had raped her companion first before coming to her for further sexual
gratification. He was only partially
erect, no doubt experiencing some difficulty in achieving a second erection
so soon, but it was clear what he wanted her to do about
it.
Although terrified, she shook her head
defiantly. She was not surprised
at what he did next.
He twisted her nipples until she screamed
and then kept on twisting them while she continued to shriek in
agony. When he finally stopped
she sobbed brokenly until he once more thrust his groin toward
her.
Fighting back her revulsion, Ayashe allowed
the officer to insert his phallus into her
mouth. There was no thought of
biting him; she was far too terrified for
that. Dutifully she closed her
lips over the limp member, tasting the salt and blood that signified Amy’s
defilement. Fighting back the
urge to vomit, she sucked the now stiffening organ until it completely filled
her mouth.
The officer groaned in satisfaction and pulled
out of Ayashe’s saliva-filled mouth.
His penis now stood erect, an irony that the Dene maiden did not
miss. She had given the Japanese
officer the instrument he needed to ravish
her.
She was close to weeping with mortification
as the officer once more knelt in front of
her. Still tied to the post,
there was no way she could escape what was going to come
next.
She whimpered in fear as he placed his hands
on her trembling backside and arched her toward
him. He lifted her slightly,
sliding her body up the pole and then lowered her onto his
sword.
She stiffened and then gave a slight cry as
a sharp pain told her that she was a virgin no longer and then she gasped
in real pain as he forced his way into
her.
It hurt much more than she had thought it
would. Her tight love canal was
dry except for the saliva she had used to coat his phallus and every millimeter
of penetration hurt.
It
suddenly became too much for the helpless
girl. With a wail of pain she
broke as he drove deep within her, sending a searing wave of agony through
the core of her body. It was
like being burned with a hot iron and she cried like a baby as he ravaged
her; hammering into her with such force that her backside was rubbed raw
where it rubbed against the centre post of the
tent.
She was only crying now, too exhausted from
her ordeal to do much more than that.
Near the end of the rape her voice had broken as she screamed herself
hoarse. No doubt it would take
her a few days to get it back, and he was looking forward to hearing her
again. Tomorrow he would order
his men to give the women a few days off.
The men would not be happy, of course, but he had seen women raped
until they died and he wanted to keep these women
alive. He planned to take all
of them with him and they would have to be able to walk in order to do
that.
Except as sex slaves he really had no use
for any of the women, but that use was
important. As he marched deeper
into
For some reason his mind turned to the Chinese
spy. Too bad she had
escaped. She would have gone
well with the other women, forming an almost complete
set. He smiled a little as he
remembered violating her. She
had been about as good a fuck as he had ever
had. He wondered where she was
now.
Jia Li’s dark eyes burned fiercely. She had not found Larra; she had found the Japanese, and something else as well. There were women in the camp. She had heard them screaming. It was something she would have to deal with. Slowly she edged forward.
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