Adventures
in the Lost World
Episode 1
Atawna and
the Lost World
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Chapter
23 Vishinsky’s
Vengeance
“Bitches,” Vishinsky
swore. “Wait until I get
my hands on them.” He had
changed his mind about staying where he
was. It was too
dangerous. The other jungle girl
was on the loose and he vividly remembered the arrows coming from the
forest. It was time to make good
his escape. But he would take
the dark-haired savage he had just fucked with
him.
He turned to his helpless
captive. The girl was no longer
sobbing, but she turned a tear-streaked face toward him as he approached
her. Quickly he untied her from
the fallen tree. Hobbling her
ankles once more to make sure she did not get any foolish ideas he wrapped
several lengths of rope about her and then forced her to her
feet. Pushing her before him
he saw with some satisfaction that she was having trouble
walking. She would have a lot
more pain before he was through with her.
Lin Yao awoke at the crack of
dawn. She had made her mother
as comfortable as she could. At
night there had been no way to heal her.
She needed the sun to activate the
Eye
of Thoth, therefore,
she had dragged Larra’s unconscious form to one of the tents and kept
watch over her throughout the night.
Her mother seemed to be in some sort of coma and had lain as if dead,
only her shallow breathing indicating that she was still
alive. Lin Yao had tried to stay
awake, but toward dawn the effects of her own ordeal had overcome her and
she had dozed off, but the twittering of birds as light touched the forest
had awakened her.
Getting to her feet she folded back the canvas of the
tent, allowing the rays of the sun to flood over her mother’s comatose
form. Then, lifting the strange
bluish stone to the sun she let its mysterious rays wash over
her. Again there was the blinding
flash of pain, followed by another of pure
ecstasy. It was better than any
orgasm, or at least Lin Yao supposed that it
was. So far, in spite of the
fact that she was no longer virginal she hadn’t experienced any sexual
pleasure other than that delivered by her own
hand.
Getting to her feet she went to her
mother. Larra’s eyes
fluttered. She moaned slightly
and then woke up. “Lin
Yao,” she croaked and then put her hand to her
throat. “I need water,”
she gasped.
Lin Yao held a canteen to her mother’s lips and
Larra took it from her. She drank
heavily and then set it down.
“What happened?” she
asked. “Where is
Featherstone?”
Incredibly Larra had no memory of what had happened to
the brutal English traitor. Fully
recovered from her hideous ordeal, she put together a meal while Lin Yao
related what had happened. Not
surprisingly she had difficulty in relating all that had transpired, especially
those events in which she had been
involved. Larra, however, with
her usual patience allowed Lin Yao to tell her story in her own
way.
Embracing her daughter, who had broken down at the end
of her tale, Larra reflected on the horror Lin Yao must have experienced
as she stroked the girl’s hair.
So, Featherstone was dead.
It was something that Larra would not have minded remembering, but
gone too was the memory of what Featherstone had done to her and Lin
Yao. In a way it was a blessing,
a blessing that Lin Yao was not fortunate enough to
share. But there was nothing
she could do about that. Whether
Lin Yao would be permanently scarred from her hideous experience remained
to be seen. For now all either
of them could do was wait and hope for the best.
Atawna staggered
forward. Behind her Vishinsky
jabbed a bamboo staff he had cut into the small of her back to hurry her
on. It was hard walking with
her legs tethered and her wrists bound tightly behind her back; she
couldn’t get a proper stride.
But it seemed to make no difference to her brutal
captor. Her back and shoulders
bore a score of marks where he had brought down the bamboo staff to hurry
her along.
“Get moving, bitch,” Vishinsky
urged. By now he had determined
that the girl understood very little of what he said, but that didn’t
matter; it was the tone of voice that was
important. In spite of the
girl’s seeming lack of fear he knew that she was afraid of him and he
intended to keep her that way.
Atawna wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep
moving. She was possessed of
extraordinary strength and stamina, but her treatment at the hands of her
cruel captor was taxing her to the
extreme. She had been given nothing
to eat since she had been captured and her last drink of water had been hours
ago. Exhausted, dehydrated, and
suffering from the effects of a brutal rape, she was on the verge of
collapse. Each time she slowed
down, however, Vishinsky brought the cane down across her back, driving her
onward.
Vishinsky watched the girl
stumble. That was the fourth
or fifth time in the last five minutes.
The girl was weakening fast.
Sooner or later in spite of his insistence she would not be able to
continue and since it was almost
He kept going for another fifteen minutes during which
time the girl fell twice.
Eventually, however, he came to a reasonable
spot. Near a cluster of vegetation
shrouded boulders a small stream bubbled across the
trail. It offered shade, water,
and concealment. He would stop
here and rest for an hour or so.
Grabbing the girl’s hair he directed her toward the
rocks. He would let her eat and
drink. With any luck that might
perk her up enough that later in the day he could have another go at
her.
He watched his victim as she
ate. He had not untied her and
was hand-feeding her chocolate. She
ate it like one starved, as she probably
was. In between bites he gave
her a drink from his canteen. He
couldn’t help marveling at her
beauty. Her strong white teeth
and curving lips were wonderful to look at, and the sway of her full pink-nippled
breasts was most erotic. Maybe
he would fuck her anyway even if she wasn’t
recovered. Her cunt would still
be as warm and tight as it had been the previous
day.
He was musing on these sexual probabilities when he heard
a slight noise. He had heard
that sound before. With a muffled
exclamation he took out his handkerchief and stuffed it into the surprised
girl’s mouth. Then he pushed
her farther back into the rocks and waited.
Sonia and Yelena trotted down the forest
path. They were reasonably well-fed,
having feasted on fruits and nuts the forest girl they had rescued had found
for them. It was unfortunate
that they had been unable to communicate with her except through sign
language. The girl had stayed
with them long enough to help them get food and water and had then taken
off, climbing into the treetops like a
monkey. It would have been far
better if she had stayed with them as neither of them had any idea where
they were or where they were going.
The forest was nothing more that a gigantic maze of trees as far as
they were concerned.
“Water,” said
Yelena. Sonia
nodded. Just ahead of them a
small spring splashed out of some rocks.
There was plenty of water in the rainforest, but not all of it was
moving and they preferred not to drink from stagnant
pools.
Black-haired Sonia reached the spring
first. She cupped her hands and
drank and then taking off her handkerchief dipped it in the water dribbled
it over her sweating face.
“Oh, that feels good,” she
murmured. She unbuttoned her
blouse and dipping the kerchief again, swept it over the curve of her
breasts. Beside her Yelena splashed
water over the front of her blouse, wetting it
thoroughly. The points of her
breasts were clearly outlined beneath the dark fabric.
“Well, isn’t this nice?” came a voice
from less than ten feet away. Both
girls jumped in fright and then paled as Vishinsky stepped from his hiding
place.
“Comrade Vishinsky!” exclaimed Sonia and then
she stood there with her mouth open, unable to think of anything to
say. Her heart was beating like
a bird’s.
Yelena gave out a little shriek and held her hands over
her soaked breasts conscious of the transparency of her soaked
blouse.
“What’s the matter comrades –
shy?” Vishinsky leered at
the two girls, his eyes fixed on their
breasts. “It’s a little
late to be shy isn’t it, after your betrayal?”
“Comrade Vishinsky,” Sonia began, but the KGB
agent cut her off.
“Bitches,” he
cursed. “You let the other
girl get away. I was looking
forward to ‘questioning’ her.
Now you will take her place.”
With a squeal of fear, Sonia turned to run, but Vishinsky
caught her by the hair and jerked her off her
feet. She landed heavily, knocking
the breath from her lungs. Yelena
took one step before Vishinsky caught her backhanded, slapping her to the
ground. She lay there, moaning
while the huge
“Now, cunts, you’re going to pay for your
betrayal. It’s going to
be a long night for both of you and a most enjoyable one for
me. First though, we’re
going for a walk.”
Vishinsky wasn’t quite sure where he was, but he
guessed that with some luck if he headed east he might blunder across the
trail the Russian expedition had taken when following
It took until night to reach the
cache. He would have stopped
after the sun went down were it not for the fact that he knew he was on the
right track. For the last hours
of the trek he drove his captives mercilessly forward, allowing neither food
nor drink and using the length of bamboo liberally whenever any one of them
faltered. By the time they reached
the cache both Russian girls were weeping piteously and the jungle girl was
stumbling badly, clearly almost exhausted after a day of marching in the
hot sun.
Atawna was indeed
exhausted. She had been brutally
raped and denied food and water for most of the
day. The ordeal had taken most
of the fight out of her. Barely
able to stand she was glad to slump down when Vishinsky finally ordered a
halt.
The two Russian girls were in a little better
shape. Vishinsky released the
dark-haired girl guessing that she would fear fleeing alone into the darkness
of the forest. That certainly
wasn’t surprising considering the growls and howls that came from the
black woodlands.
Vishinsky checked the ropes that bound the jungle
girl. He suspected rightly that
it would be very unwise to let her get
loose. Although he outweighed
her by over seventy pounds he suspected that she would give him quite a battle
if he ever released her.
Satisfied that she wasn’t going anywhere he ordered
Sonia to give her food and water.
There was plenty of both now that they had reached the
cache. Satisfied that the jungle
girl was looked after, he then had Sonia tend to
Yelena. The blonde girl wept
and begged to be untied, but Vishinsky merely
laughed. “Don’t worry,
I’ll see to you soon enough.
First though, I’m going to make a woman out of comrade
Gurov.”
Sonia’s eyes went wide at the sound of her
name. “Please Comrade
Vishinsky,” she pleaded.
“We did nothing wrong.
The girl was innocent. We
could not let her be harmed.”
“Bitch,” Vishinsky
replied. “You helped one
of the decadent enemies of the people to
escape. The punishment for that
is usually death, but I intend to let you off with a lesser
penalty.”
“NO!” Sonia cried as Vishinsky caught hold
of her wrist. She had considered
fleeing into the rainforest, but the fear of what would happen to Yelena
if she was left alone with Vishinsky had held her
back. Now she was wishing she
hadn’t been so loyal.
She twisted frantically in his grip, but the KGB agent
was twice her size. He dragged
her over to the campfire and hurled her to the
ground. Then, straddling her,
he began to undress.
Sonia looked up at the huge man who loomed over
her. Her eyes wide with terror
she blanched as he revealed his huge
phallus. Her virgin loins contracted
in fear of the huge object. In
a bold and desperate action she brought her right leg up between his
thighs.
“Aaahhh!” Vishinsky doubled over in
pain. “You bitch,”
he gasped.
Beneath the groaning giant Sonia tried to roll free,
but her blow to his gonads had angered him more than injured.
His booted foot caught her midriff,
knocking the air from her lungs and leaving her gasping like a fish out of
water. Then he was on her, pinning
her beneath his vast bulk.
“You little whore,” he
raged. Drawing back his fist
he smashed it into her face, slamming her head into the
ground.
Sonia lay dazed, her nose streaming
blood. She was completely unaware
of Vishinsky’s powerful hands ripping open her blouse and baring her
young pliant breasts. Nor was
she cognizant of the fact that her trousers were being hurriedly yanked
down.
“Nnnoo!”
The scream came not from Sonia but from
Yelena. The blonde girl looked
on in absolute horror as Vishinsky split her companion’s tender thighs
and heaved himself onto her.
Sonia gave a low moan as she was brutally
entered. Then her eyes opened
as the realization of what was happening to her sank
in. She screamed and then wailed
like a child as Vishinsky drove into her.
“You like that, comrade?” Vishinsky
grunted. Sweat poured off him
as he struggled to penetrate Sonia’s tight
interior. Beneath him the girl
wriggled in pain as his huge member stretched her wide, her firm but elastic
breasts bouncing in tune to the symphony of humiliation and pain he was playing
between her thighs. She screamed
again as he ripped her vaginal walls, his oversized phallus splitting her
like a maul splits firewood.
Atawna watched the rape of the Russian
girl. The spectacle sent a wave
of nausea through her, recalling memories of what Vishinsky had done to
her. She and the other girls
were completely at the mercy of the brutal
beast. Escape seemed
impossible. Her hands were tightly
bound behind her and the cords cut so deeply into her wrists that her fingers
were swollen to the size of small
bananas. Unless she could find
a way to get rid of the ropes her situation was hopeless.
Yelena’s screams were beginning to annoy
her. The blonde girl was making
more noise than Sonia. What would
she sound like when Vishinsky had his way with her?
The sound must have irritated Vishinsky as well, or perhaps
he was merely attracted to the screams of females in
distress. In any case with an
amazing exhibition of self-control he pulled his gleaming phallus from
Sonia’s tight interior before he
ejaculated.
“You little cunt,” he gasped, his chest
heaving. “I’ll give
you a reason to scream.”
“Noooo
Comrade!”
Yelena screamed.
“Please
let me go! In the name of Mother
Russia, let me go!”
Vishinsky wasn’t
listening. He was tired of
Yelena’s yelping. Tearing
off the sleeve of Sonia’s blouse, he stuffed it into her mouth, muffling
her pleas. Then he jerked her
to her feet. The girl’s
muffled cries could clearly be heard, but they were nothing like the volume
they had been before. While Sonia
lay weeping on the ground, Vishinsky forced Yelena into his
tent. Inside there was a simple
camp cot. Pushing her down onto
it he proceeded to strip her.
He started with her blouse, peeling back the thin cotton
to reveal Yelena’s firm rounded
breasts. Her pink nipples begged
to be sucked. Even as he gazed
upon her Vishinsky felt his already erect manhood stiffen in
readiness. It took him only seconds
to unbuckle her belt and yank her trousers down her long
legs.
Vishinsky took a couple of seconds to drool over the
soft blonde down framing Yelena’s vulva and then he took
her. He was a little more controlled,
having spent his rage on Sonia. The
pretty blonde was worth savouring and he took her
slowly.
She screamed beneath the gag, her eyes wide with terror
as he took her virginity. She
was not as strong as Sonia and took the violation of her body less well,
but that simply made it all the more
enjoyable. Incredibly, he actually
got harder as he fucked her and watched her body gyrate beneath his in helpless
submission. It took him a full
hour before he finally released his thick stream of sperm within
her. He left her as he had left
the jungle girl, her breasts bruised and her nipples
bleeding. He was also completely
enervated, the intense sexual activity having left him physically
depleted.
He forced himself to clean the girl’s blood off
his lower extremities and then, pushing the moaning girl off the cot, fell
into an exhausted sleep.
Atawna had watched the entire brutal ordeal in a mixture
of rage and fear. She fully
understood the horror of what each girl had been forced to
endure. She had not been able
to see exactly what was being done to the blonde girl, but the animal sounds
coming from the tent provided more than enough
information. She continued to
work at her bonds knowing that more of Vishinsky’s brutality was bound
to follow once he woke up. Stupidly
he had fallen into a sexually satiated sleep following his rape of the blonde
girl. This was her chance to
escape if she could only find some way of getting the ropes off her numb
and bloody wrists.
She twisted her body, ignoring the agony in her wrists
and ankles. Yashinsky was an
expert at bondage. Every attempt
she made to loosen the ropes on her wrists pulled the knots holding her ankles
tighter and visa versa. Even
worse, her struggles were exhausting her, leaching away her
strength. Sweat dripped from
every pore and her breath came in gasps, but she had to keep at
it. Vishinsky wouldn’t be
comatose forever. An hour later
she was almost ready to weep in
frustration. Her wrists and ankles
were raw and bleeding, and so painful that even the slightest movement was
absolute agony. Her chance was
slipping away and who knew what her vicious captor would do to her
next.
A low noise startled
her. Was Vishinsky waking
up? Then she realized that the
sound came from the dark-haired girl Vishinsky had
violated. Atawna had forgotten
about her. The girl had not moved
from where Vishinsky had left her.
At least, not until now. She
was crawling painfully toward her.
Atawna watched silently as the girl slowly edged
closer. She said something in
her language, but Atawna shook her head.
The girl spoke again.
“Sonia help,” she said in
English. She moved next to Atawna
and fumbled with the ropes binding her
wrists.
The pain of her returning circulation was so agonizing
that Atawna almost wept. But
she gritted her teeth and remained silent as Sonia worked the knots
loose. Freed she was able to
straighten her legs for the first time in
hours. The blood pounded as it
surged back into her veins and it took all of her self-control not to
scream. Calling on what remained
of her strength, she lurched to her feet.
The effort sent excruciating pain through her limbs, but she fought
back the urge to cry out. Vishinsky
was sleeping only a few feet away, and she was in no condition to face
him.
Sonia had crept to the entrance to the tent, reminding
Atawna that Yelena was still in the tent along with
Vishinsky. The thought of leaving
the girl in there with the brutal Russian had her feeling
ill. She had to do something,
but weaponless and barely able to stand, she would have little chance in
a fight. If only she had her
bow and arrows, but these had been taken from her when she had been
captured. They had been left
at the place where Vishinsky had raped
her.
There was one weapon,
however. Atawna had seen it tucked
into Vishinsky’s belt; the razor-edged knife James had given
her. Her eyes
narrowed. No matter what else
she did, she was not going to leave the camp without
it.
Vishinsky stirred in his
sleep. Light filtered into the
tent through the open flap. For
a second he wondered where he was and then he saw the bound and gagged form
of Yelena. The girl’s frightened
eyes were turned on him. It reminded
him that he had a busy day head of him, but first he needed to check the
other two girls and then get some
breakfast. Suddenly the light
coming through the tent opening was cut
off. He moved almost instinctively,
his KGB training kicking in and rolling off the bed in a single smooth
motion. He caught the jungle
girl completely off guard. She
backed away, her eyes staring like those of an animal that has walked into
a trap. Behind her was
Sonia. “Bitch,” he
thought. She must have untied
the girl. She would pay for her
treachery.
Atawna backed away.
If she had known how to swear she would have cursed her
luck. She had hoped to steal
into the tent and release the blonde Russian girl and the same time retrieve
her knife. Cutting Vishinsky’s
throat would have been useful as well.
But that was forgotten now as the Russian advanced on
her. She could tell from
Vishinsky’s sneering face that he knew she could barely
stand.
She looked right and left, hoping for some sort of
escape. She was still too weak
to run. Vishinsky would run her
down in no time. Unfortunately,
she was also too slow to fight and her opponent was quick as a
cat.
The huge man leered at
her. “I’m going to
fuck you until you can’t walk, you little jungle
bitch. Then you can watch while
I teach Comrade Sonia a lesson.”
Atawna understood almost none of what Vishinsky had said,
but the tone of his voice was more than enough for her to understand what
her fate would be; not that there had been any real doubt even before he
made the threat.
Vishinsky pulled out the knife James had given
her. Crouching, he moved toward
her while Atawna backpedaled, her movements hampered by the pounding pain
in her ankles. She held up her
swollen hands hoping to somehow deflect the gleaming foot-long piece of steel,
but even as she feebly tried to defend herself she knew that she stood no
chance.
Vishinsky knew it
too. “How about if I cut
you up a little first?” he taunted.
“Leave a few permanent marks on that perfect body of
yours. Something to remember
me by forever.” He waved
the knife suggestively, sweeping it toward her
belly.
Atawna stepped back awkwardly, her foot catching on one
of the guy ropes of the tent. She
tumbled backward giving Vishinsky a very good look at the area between her
thighs. He was on her immediately,
hammering her into the ground, one hand between her breasts pinning her so
that she could not move. He was
between her splayed thighs, his weight holding her in place while she writhed
beneath him. “Now you little bitch,” he muttered, “it’s
time for a little pain.” He
moved the point of the knife to her left breast and pushed it into the quivering
flesh.
Atawna did not cry
out. Instead she fought back
with all of her waning strength.
Vishinsky, however, was too
strong. With one hand he pinned
her at arms length allowing her to flail helplessly beneath him while with
the other he slowly cut into her breast, inscribing a circle where the exquisite
soft tissue met her ribcage. Blood
spurted from the wound, bringing a grunt of pain from the struggling
girl. Vishinsky
smiled. He would soon have her
screaming in agony.
Atawna squirmed as Vishinsky cut
her. The cut was shallow, but
sent excruciating pain shooting through her sensitive
breast. A red haze swam
before her eyes, but Vishinsky was very
skilled. He eased back on the
knife. It would do no good if
she fainted. He wanted to hear
her shriek in pain and for that he had to keep her
awake. He moved the knife to
her belly. A small incision and
she would be crying like a baby.
“Uuuuhhh!” Atawna grunted as the blade
of the knife was pressed into the tight skin of her
midriff. The pain was so severe
she was sure that Vishinsky had gutted her, even though the blade penetrated
less than a couple of millimeters.
She beat futilely at the arm that pinned her to the ground twisting
desperately to escape the blade that was cutting her open like a fish being
eviscerated.
Suddenly, Vishinsky
stiffened. A look of surprise
swept over his face. Slowly he
turned his head toward Sonia, but the girl merely stared
back. Terrified of her brutal
commander, she had not moved when Vishinsky had attacked the jungle girl,
but had sat weeping in horror as he tortured the girl she had sought to
rescue.
“Wha…!” Vishinsky
gasped. There was an agonizing
pain between his shoulder blades.
Arching his back he let go of the girl beneath him and tried to reach
the source of the pain. It was
all the opening Atawna needed.
Grasping Vishinsky’s knife hand with both of hers she twisted
the Bowie knife from his grip.
Seizing the hilt she jammed it into his torso just below his
sternum.
“Aaahhh!” the huge Russian
cried. It was the last sound
he made. Atawna drove the knife
in to the hilt, piercing his heart.
His limp body collapsed on top of her crushing her to the
ground.
Sonia still did not
move. Instead she stared stupidly
at the feathered shaft protruding from Vishinsky’s back while Atawna
struggled to remove the dead weight.
How long she would have remained there waiting for Sonia is uncertain,
as at that moment a lithe blonde form dropped from the trees and ran to her
sister’s aid. Slinging her
bow over her shoulders, Chara helped Atawna heave the dead Russian off her
and then assisted her older sister in getting uncertainly to her
feet.
Blood dripped like rain from
Atawna’s
body. Her entire torso was red
with gore, but in spite of the pain of her wounds, she realized that she
was not badly injured. It was
necessary, however, to stop the loss of blood as quickly as
possible. Chara tore
Vishinsky’s clothing into strips and wound the cloth about her
sister’s torso. That would
do until the nasty cuts could be properly
stitched.
By this time Sonia had managed to overcome her paralysis
and untied Yelena. The two girls
emerged from the tent, the blonde girl leaning on the
brunette. Chara flashed the two
girls a quick smile and then helped Atawna into the shade of the
tent. She did not hold Sonia’s
lack of action against her. The
two girls had helped her escape, after all, but now she was more interested
in helping her sister. Easing
her to the ground she went in search of water and food.
Atawna rested for a
day. She had accomplished part
of her mission. She had found
one of the Russians. But the
prisoner they sought was still missing.
Unfortunately, she was in no condition to continue her
search. She was too badly injured
to even take to the treetops. With
heavy heart she turned back the way she had
come. She would have to tell
James the bad news. She hoped
he would understand.
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