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Chapter
23 The
Uprising
Katie crept to the doorway of the
room. Her trick with the bed
covering had worked. It was fortunate
that there was enough play in the chain that she could move freely enough
to carry out her plan. She had
managed to drag the comb over to her and then had used one of its teeth to
pick the crude lock of the shackles that held
her. Now she had to find a way
out of the palace.
Carefully she peeked down the corridor.
The palace was huge and she had noticed many servants and guards
throughout the complex when she had been brought in, but now the corridor
was deserted. Apparently the
fleeing maidservants and guards had frightened everyone
away. She knew that the situation
would not last. Eventually someone
would return to see what had happened.
She could not count on the Ullabomba fear of witchcraft to keep everyone
away forever. Her little ruse,
born out of desperation had worked beyond her wildest expectations, but her
luck could not hold much longer.
She needed to get out of the palace
fast. The problem
was, how would she mix with the city population
and not be detected? There were
thousands of Ullabombans all around her and she was only a single weaponless
white female.
Across the hall was another open doorway.
On a whim Katie scooted across the hall and entered the
room. She found herself in a
large sumptuously furnished suite.
So elaborately was the room furnished that she realized that she must
be in Kamba’s own quarters. It
made sense. Kamba had set her
up across the hall because it was close to his own
quarters. Probably there were
other rooms nearby where other women
resided.
Something unusual caught her eye, something that did not
belong. Katie’s eyes
widened. It was the gear that
had been stripped from her and Jia Li, including their sidearms and ammunition
belts. Luck really was smiling
on her today. Katie strapped
on her weapons belt, and slung the holster and sidearm belonging to Jia Li
over her shoulder. Now she felt
a little less naked. It was too
bad that her clothes had been destroyed by the men who had captured her,
but perhaps she could improvise.
Despite the naked condition of everyone in the city, she still did
not feel comfortable walking around without
clothes. There were numerous
draperies hanging from the walls of the
room. She tore down a length
of red cotton cloth and
draped
it about her body, tying knots in strategic locations to hold
the cloth in place. When she
was finished she was wearing a sort of
toga. She strapped the two gunbelts
over the outside and left the room.
Outside, the palace was stirring.
Katie drew her nine-millimeter.
There was one clip of nine shots in the magazine and three magazines
in her gunbelt. Jia’s Li’s
gun and belt held the same. That
gave her 72 rounds. Not enough
to take on the whole Ullabomba nation, but with
a little luck maybe she wouldn’t have to.
She stepped boldly into the corridor, making no effort to hide, her Beretta
nine millimeter in her hand.
Facing her no more than twenty feet away were about
a dozen heavily armed Ullabomban
warriors. They were armed
only with spears and shields, but looked determined to deal with
her. Apparently not all Ullabombans
were as frightened of witches as those who had run
away. The men moved menacingly
toward her. Calmly Katie raised
her arm and shot the nearest warrior between the
eyes. The sharp report of the
pistol echoed in the stone corridor and the man dropped like a stone, dead
before he hit the floor. There
was a moment of stunned silence and then the entire band broke, fleeing before
her.
“Well,” Katie murmured, as she stepped over the corpse of the man
she had killed,
“that was
successful.”
She continued moving down the corridor.
As she passed one of the rooms a movement within caught her
eye. Swiftly but cautiously she
stepped into the room. She found
herself in the midst of a crowd of young, beautiful, but very frightened
women. With cries of alarm and
apprehension they moved away from her.
Katie lowered her pistol.
Using her limited knowledge of the Ullabomban language she tried to
communicate. She needed to know
where Jia Li was and it was possible that these women might
know.
Haltingly she tried to make herself understood, but had little
luck. She was skilled with machines,
not languages. That was Larra’s
skill. Desperate, she switched
to Swahili. There was always
a faint chance that she might be
understood. To her amazement
a voice answered.
A very young dark-skinned girl came
forward. Katie estimated that
she was about twelve years old.
Timidly, the girl answered Katie.
Not all of the words were clear, but Katie could make out enough to
understand her.
It took several minutes, but eventually Katie was able to make herself
understood. In return, she was
able to learn from the young woman, with the help of the other assembled
beauties what had happened to Jia Li.
It was fortunate that although these women were confined to the palace,
they were able through contact with maidservants to have a very clear idea
of what went on outside the harem in which they were
confined.
The most difficult piece of information was how to find the place where Jia
Li had been taken. Even though
the Ullabomban city was not large by world standards, it was large enough
to make finding a single building
challenging. Nevertheless, Katie
was determined to try and find her comrade based on what she had
learned.
Katie thanked the members of Kamba’s harem for their help, but as she
turned to go the young girl who had given her most of her information placed
her small hand on Katie’s arm.
“Wait,” she said, “I will go with
you.”
“It may be dangerous to go with me,” replied
Katie. “There are many armed
guards.”
“I will go,” said the young girl
determinedly. “You will
never find your friend on your
own.”
Another woman stepped
forward. “I will go too,”
she said.
“And I,” said
another.
“And
I.”
One after another each of the women stated her intent to go with
Katie. The tall blonde laughed
and then shrugged her shoulders.
What could she do? These
women had as much right to try to escape as she
had.
“Find weapons,”
she ordered and strode into the deserted
hallway.
It was not difficult for the women to round up a number of spears
and other weapons. Many had been
dropped by the retreating warriors when they had fled Katie’s
presence.
Following the directions of her women allies, Katie marched from the
palace. The street was full of
Ullabombans, many going about their business but there were also many more
armed warriors whose purpose it was to protect the city and maintain law
and order. In a city with thousands
of slaves, the latter was critically
important. Katie had the glimmer
of an idea. Would it be possible
to sir up the captive population of
slaves? That would give the
Ullabombans more trouble than they could handle for
awhile.
In the meantime, however, Katie’s little band of female
“warriors” had attracted considerable
attention. Many Ullabomban warriors
filled the streets, alerted by those who had fled the
palace. “This,” she
thought, “could be to my
advantage.” The warriors
who had fled would already have spread some sense of unease among the other
warriors. It might only require
a small success to set off widespread
panic.
A large force of black warriors moved toward the
women. Katie drew her pistol
and fired. Her first shot dropped
the leading black warrior in his tracks, shot though the
head. Her second shot shattered
the heart of the next man in line.
He actually took two steps after being shot before
collapsing. But the warriors,
although shaken, kept coming. Katie
shot again. Her aim was less
true this time. The bullet struck
the chest of the leading warrior, puncturing his
lung. It was a fatal wound, but
not enough to drop him right away.
It took a second shot through the heart, to stop
him. It also stopped the advance
of the rest of the black warriors.
From their point of view, this strange white woman, was directing
lightening bolts into their midst.
They had never heard the sound of a firearm before, and although the
Beretta nine millimeter did not have a loud report,
it was a sound that none of the Ullabombans had ever
heard. They broke, running for
their lives.
Katie’s female escorts, at first just as shocked as the black warriors
at the effect of the firearm, recovered quickly and did just as Katie had
hoped. Calling to their fellow
slaves, they urged them to join their
party. Within a few minutes,
Katie’s tiny army had swollen to several hundred slaves, many of them
armed. Actually, it was more
like a mob than an army. The
horde of white slaves charged through the streets, attacking any Ullabomban
they came across and wantonly destroying
property. Soon a number of fires
were set in the city and black smoke signaled the destruction of many fine
buildings.
This turns of events was something that Katie did not
welcome. The Ullabombans might
be a cruel and warlike race, but they had achieved a remarkable level of
civilization and she did not like to see it willfully
destroyed. Unfortunately, there
seemed to be no other way to escape from the city except to create the utmost
chaos and so she did not attempt to interfere.
By now Katie’s loyal band of women had led her right across the
city. Before them loomed the
largest building she had yet seen.
It was several stories tall and was formed from a series of arches
built one on top of the other. To
Katie, it resembled pictures she had seen of the great coliseum in
The young dark-complexioned girl approached
Katie. This
time with some deference.
“Your friend is there,” she said, pointing to the
building. Katie
nodded. It was time to rescue
Jia Li and get out of the burning city.
As the two blacks prepared to rape her, Jia Li fought furiously to free herself
from her bonds, but they had tied her too
well. In the galleries around
her the assembled audience screamed encouragement to her
captors.
They wasted little time. One
black settled behind her, grabbing her bound arms and holding her partially
erect. The other forced himself
between her knees and shoved his dripping phallus into her exposed
vagina.
“Ugh!”
The pain was
almost more than the young oriental woman could
bear. But she stood up to it
courageously, as her black conqueror took her most prized
possession. He thrust deep within
her, burying his massive member fully within her in only a few
seconds. It was this rapid entry
that caused her such excruciating pain.
There was no slow buildup, just a violent plundering of her
vagina. Having achieved full
penetration, the huge black man then thrust in and out of her rapidly, plumbing
her inner recesses like a man drilling a
well.
Fighting to maintain her composure under the cruel attack, Jia Li
gritted her teeth. She needed
all of her martial arts discipline to keep from screaming out her
agony. Still, the pain of the
rape was so great that it was fortunate that it did not last more than a
few minutes. The black warrior
ejaculated and left her weak and bleeding on the arena
floor.
But now it was the turn of the second
warrior. Trading places with
the first, he too entered her rapidly, caught up in the excitement of the
crowd and the triumph of defeating a woman warrior he had come to view as
a witch.
He thrust powerfully in and out of her inflamed vagina, adding considerably
to her pain and discomfort. Unlike
the first rapist, he was not in quite as much of a
hurry. He made the rape
last. He intended to fully humiliate
his victim and in order to do that he needed to have her scream for
mercy. He would continue the
rape until he achieved the desired
results.
Jia Li held on. She was determined
not to give in. To do so would
be to admit complete defeat. Her
rapists may have had their way with her body, but they would not break her
spirit. As the rape proceeded,
however, it became increasingly difficult for her to maintain her
composure. She was in great pain,
and exhaustion was robbing her of her will to
resist. She was not sure of how
much longer she could hold out.
Suddenly, a sharp sound rent the air.
Her rapist slumped forward on top of
her. The black holding her in
position jumped to his feet. There
was another report, closer this time, and the black warrior fell forward,
dropping on top of the first dead man.
Pinned beneath over 500 pounds of dead weight, Jia Li was almost
crushed. Only her superb conditioning
enabled to her keep on breathing beneath the massive
weight. Restrained by her bonds,
she lay gasping like a fish, trying to maintain her
breathing. And then the massive
weight was removed. A beautiful
face, framed by golden hair appeared before
her.
“Katie!” she gasped.
Her friend placed a finger on her lips.
“Don’t talk,” Katie
said. “We’ll soon have
you out of here.”
Jia Li now became aware of a considerable amount of noise in the arena, but
it was not the noise of the screaming crowd, it was the sound of people shouting
in fear and anger. The mob of
freed slaves had followed Katie and her female escort to the arena and had
now torn into the spectators.
Katie cut her friend’s bonds.
The battered Chinese girl could barely stand, but Katie’s newfound
friends laid hold of her and helped to her
feet.
“Now,” said Katie, “let’s get out of
here.”
While the fighting raged around them the party of woman surged out into the
street. Jia Li had to be almost
carried by the others due to her weakened condition, and eventually several
of the women simply picked her up and carried her between
them.
With Katie at their head, they made their way out of the Ullabomban
city. They encountered only slight
opposition, which Katie easily dispersed with a few well-aimed
shots. The party reached the
edge of the city with over half of Katie’s ammunition still
intact. Now they simply had to
find their way back to the main camp.
“That,” reflected Katie, “might
be more difficult than escaping the
Ullabomba.” A couple of
pistols were not much in the way of protection against the wilds of
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