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Chapter
26
Larra’s
Ordeal
Larra opened her eyes. The
first thing she became aware of was a terrible aching in her
head. The second thing she became
aware of was the fact that she was bound hand and
foot.
She was lying flat on the ground. A
wooden staff had been placed in the small of her
back. Her arms had been bent
around it so that the inside of her elbows pushed the staff
forward. Her wrists were bound
in front with a rope stretching across her
midriff. Another rope lashed
the staff in place so that it could not be
dislodged. Her legs were spread
about three feet apart and held that way by a second staff that was tied
at each end to one of her ankles.
“At last she awakes,” said a gloating voice from behind
her. “You have been sleeping
quite some time,
Larra could not see who was speaking, but she heard the creak of
a rope. She found herself being
slowly raised by a rope that was tied around her upper arms behind her
back. It was looped over the
overhanging branch of a tree. It
slowly forced her painfully erect until she was able to stand, somewhat
unsteadily, on her hobbled legs.
She could still not see the person who had spoken to her, but she guessed
who it was even before he hove into
sight. It was Klein, a very dirty
and disheveled Klein, but Klein
nevertheless. The fat Nazi moved
around where she could see him. His
clothes were badly torn and he was covered in scrapes and bruises, but he
seemed unharmed and in quite good spirits.
Larra now became aware that her shirt was torn open and her bra hung loose,
allowing her prominent breasts to hang free and
exposed. Her belt had also been
undone, and her trousers had fallen to her knees as she had been raised into
a standing position.
“Forgive me, Fraulein, but I had to amuse myself while you were sleeping,
and I was unable to resist your charms.”
Larra flushed in shame and anger.
“You Nazi,
bastard! Release
me! You won’t get away with
this sort of thing.”
Klein laughed mirthlessly. “I
seem to have already gotten away with it, and I intend to get away with
more. I have already fucked your
redheaded friend into a state of hysteria, and I intend to do the same with
you. I don’t think you are
in any position to stop me.”
As he taunted her, Klein had approached the helpless
adventuress. He lay hold of her
shirt and peeled it back from her bosom, opening it fully and exposing her
torso to view. Larra’s heavy
but firm breasts quivered invitingly.
Klein then he took the cups of her bra and stretched the material
until it snapped. He tossed the
torn undergarment aside and moved his hands down to her
panties. Mortified, Larra was
helpless to stop the smug Nazi from slowly removing her
clothing.
“I have already checked out what these are concealing, but let’s
just get rid of them shall we?”
Slipping his hands into the waistband of her panties, Klein ripped
the silken garment to shreds and tossed it after the
bra.
Larra seethed in rage and humiliation.
She was appalled by his boast of having taken Amy, and was further
enraged by what he was doing to her.
“God Damn you!” cursed Larra.
“Let me go. Untie
me immediately.”
“What, and have you take my head
off? You have quite a reputation
my dear. Do you really think
that I am going to release a woman who supposedly decimated a platoon of
German soldiers almost single-handed?
“Yes my English beauty, I am referring to the episode in
Larra always carried a length of rope in her
backpack. She had found it to
be useful on many occasions, but she had not counted on being tied up with
her own rope.
“Let me tell you what I am going to do,” Klein
continued. “First I am going
to give you a little lesson in manners.
Then I am going to fuck you like you have never been fucked
before. After that I am going
to kill you in the slowest and most painful way
possible. Do you like that
agenda? It appeals to
me.”
Larra remained silent. She kept
her emotions completely hidden, but inside she was filled with
apprehension. What did Klein
mean by his reference to teaching her a lesson in
manners?
Klein was enjoying himself immensely.
Although Larra’s face remained impassive, he was a good enough
judge of character to know that his words were having some
effect. He was facing a very
strong woman, but he had broken many men and women in the torture chambers
of the Gestapo. All that was
required was a little time and patience.
Using his knife, Klein cut a three-foot length of
bamboo. He swished it through
the air, partly for effect and partly to worry his
victim. It would do quite
nicely. It was about the thickness
of his thumb.
Thick enough to stand up to some heavy use and light
enough to swing easily. He
moved in front of Larra holding up his
switch. “What do you think,
Fraulein? Will this
do? I believe that it will cause
quite severe pain, without damaging your beautiful posterior too
badly.”
Larra spat
in his
face.
Klein just stood there, calmly wiping off the
spittle.
“Now, that wasn’t very ladylike was
it? I shall have to insist on
an apology.”
He moved behind the helpless amazon.
Bringing the switch to her buttocks, he touched it against them
gently. “Do you wish to
apologize now or later?”
Larra made no reply. Klein slowly
brought the switch back and then struck hard at Larra’s vulnerable
derriere.
Thwack!
The sound of
the blow echoed down the canyon.
Larra flinched but made no sound, not even a slight
murmur. She had been beaten like
this before, and knew what to expect.
“That’s one,” gloated
Klein.
“Only about 100 more to
go.”
Thwack!
The second
blow shook her entire body. Despite
his flabby appearance, Klein was surprising
strong. Each blow was well aimed
and delivered with tremendous force.
Two purplish welts crossed Larra’s
buttocks.
Thwack!
Klein delivered
his third blow. The impact shivered
Larra’s body, but elicited no response from
her. “Phew!” Klein
exclaimed. “In this climate
this is hard work. I shall have
to pace myself. I wouldn’t want to overtire myself and not be able to
finish the
operation.”
Thwack!
Klein’s
forth stroke was less vigorous. For
Larra, however, it was still extremely
painful. The delicate skin covering
her shapely buttocks was now marked with four parallel
weals. Any of them would have
been enough to cause an ordinary person to scream with
pain. But Larra was not ordinary,
as Klein was beginning to understand.
He had delivered this sort of punishment before and he knew that he
was inflicting severe pain on his victim, but the English beauty gave no
indication that she was experiencing even slight
discomfort.
Klein laughed. “You
exceed my expectations. I hoped
to have you begging by now. But
it is your backside. We’ll
just see how long it
takes.”
Thwack!
He delivered
his fifth blow. And then his
sixth, his seventh, his
eighth…
Thwack!
“Twenty
nine,” Klein counted mentally.
“Finally a
sign!” Larra had
twitched slightly. By now her
thighs and posterior were covered with welts, several of them bleeding where
a second blow had broken the firm flesh.
She must have been in the most excruciating pain, but until now had
not given the least indication of her
suffering..
However, by now Klein needed a little
rest. He sat down by the waterfall
and splashed water over himself.
“I’ll just give those a few minutes to swell,” he said
aloud. “And then we’ll
see if that makes a difference.”
Larra heard his words through a haze of
pain. The repeated blows to her
backside and legs had pushed her to the
edge. She was very close to fainting
with pain. Her breath came in
ragged gasps and her magnificent bosom rose and fell in a manner worthy of
any heroine.
Klein noticed that Larra was partly supporting herself on the rope that held
her upright. She was apparently
close to collapse. Disappointed
that he had not forced her to beg for mercy, he nevertheless decided to change
his tactics.
Pulling himself to his feet he moved to face his helpless
victim. “You are much stronger
than I imagined
Again, the reference to Amy made Larra seethe with rage, but there
was very little she could do in her present situation. She prepared herself
for another round of punishment, but Klein was through with merely beating
his victim. The physical exertion
of swinging the bamboo cane was slowly using up his reserves of strength
and he would need all the strength he had for his next step in the humiliation
of
“I think I will lower you a few centimeters,
Fraulein. There is a part of
your body that is not accessible when you are
standing.”
Klein loosened the rope and allowed Larra to sink to her
knees. She was now properly
positioned for stage two of Klein’s
program. Standing in front of
her Klein slowly and deliberately unbuckled his belt and then dropped his
pants, revealing his massive and fully erect
phallus. “I hope you like
what you see,” he said, brandishing his penis in front of her
eyes. “It is going to play
a big part in your life for the next few
hours.”
“Oh Lord!” thought Larra.
“He’s bigger than
Grey!” Her eyes widened
at the impressive and intimidating sight.
Klein noticed her reaction.
“Finally!” he thought.
Apparently the beautiful Englishwoman could stand tremendous pain,
but was intimidated when threatened with
rape. All
the better. He was really
looking forward to violating her.
Klein moved his penis to within a few inches of Larra’s face, delighting
in her look of disgust as she turned her head
away. “Oh
no, my dear. Don’t
do that. I want you to have a
good look.”
He reached out and caught old of each of Larra’s delicate ears, turning
her head so that the glans of his penis was only a few millimeters from her
pouting lips.
“Take a deep breath. Can
you smell it? It’s loaded
and ready for you. It just needs
a little lubrication, and I think you can provide
that.”
Holding her head steady, Klein thrust his rigid penis toward Larra’s
lips. Struggling mightily, she
tried to turn her head away, at the same time, clamping her teeth
together. Klein’s hands
held her head like a vise. Slowly
he pushed the tip of his penis between her
lips.
“No!” Larra protested.
“Take it you bitch! And
don’t even think of biting.
You bite me and I’ll cut off your tits and feed them to the
ants.”
Larra shuddered again. The vision that Klein conjured up in her brain was
horrifying. She had seen what
the fierce African ants could do to fresh
meat. They could shred it within
a matter of minutes. The thought
of her beautiful breasts being cut off filled her with
dread. And she had no doubt that
a man as cruel as Klein would be entirely capable of carrying out his
threat.
Klein’s penis was pushed up hard against her perfect
teeth. Slowly he worked it into
her mouth even as Larra kept her teeth
clenched. Still holding her head
tightly, he tilted her head back, and
back. Slowly her mouth opened
and Klein wedged his massive member between her
teeth. Remembering Klein’s
warning, Larra relented and let him
enter.
“Nmmpph!
Larra
grunted. She had intended to
say “no,” but Klein’s huge organ filled her mouth completely,
making coherent speech impossible.
Using his weight, he leaned on the kneeling women, forcing himself
deeper and deeper within her. Larra
could hardly breathe as the gigantic member filled up her mouth and then
moved into her throat. Reveling
in his power over her, Klein began to slowly rotate his penis inside her
mouth, coating it with Larra’s saliva and causing it to become even
more erect.
“Nmmpph!
Nmmpph!”
Larra
protested.
“I hope you are enjoying this as much as I am” Klein
sneered. “Your mouth is
exquisite, but I don’t want to waste all of my energy fucking just your
face. Let’s see what your
cunt is like.”
Withdrawing from her mouth, Klein loosened the rope still
more. Then he returned and settled
his bulk on top of her.
Larra was pinned to the ground.
Just a few inches from her face was Klein’s now well-lubricated
phallus. It rested between her
firm breasts, which Klein now squeezed together with his penis between
them. For a minute of so he enjoyed
himself by fucking her tits, then he slowly slid his body
lower.
Larra clenched her vagina. There
was no way that she was going to make it easy for
him.
Klein probed with his finger. He
laughed when he found Larra closed against
him. Shifting his weight slightly,
he lifted himself from her body.
“I see that you are determined to make things as difficult as
possible,” he said, “but I think I can loosen you
up.”
He rolled Larra partway over, so that her well-striped derriere was
revealed. Then drawing his hand
back he delivered a series of powerful slaps to her raw
backside.
“Ahh!
Ahh!
Larra
cried. The unexpected attack
caused her to cry out. She had
been so focused on protecting her virtue that she had forgotten about the
possibility of an attack on another part of her
body.
Before she could recover, Klein rolled her onto her back again and
thrust into her. So quickly did
he act that Larra had no time to recover.
He penetrated deep within her now relaxed vagina, thrusting past her
defenses with laughable ease.
“Ugh!
Ahhh!
Ohh!”
The sounds escaped from her before she could stop
herself.
“Aha!” Klein exulted.
“You are a woman after all.
And like any woman you are going to be fucked, and fucked
well.”
Klein busied himself with the task at
hand. His initial thrust had
penetrated Larra to a depth of about four inches, but most of his huge weapon
was still unsheathed. He went
about remedying that situation, thrusting in and out of Larra with a steady
beat.
“God, you’re so tight” Klein
taunted.
“Maybe even tighter than that
redhead. It’s too
bad I’m going to have to kill you.
Under other circumstances I would be pleased to fuck you every day
for months.”
Totally helpless, Larra was forced to let him have his
way. Deeper and deeper he plunged
within her, until she thought she was going to
split. Then suddenly, to her
immense relief
he withdrew.
“Oh God, I hope he’s finished,” she
thought. “I couldn’t
have taken much more of that.”
But Klein was just getting started.
Climbing off her sweaty body, he flipped Larra over on her
stomach. “That was
enjoyable,” he exulted.
“Now let’s see what the other side has to
offer.”
Larra renewed her struggling. She
had been taken anally before and found it to be most
painful. She had no wish to repeat
the experience, especially with a man hung like
Klein. She felt the ropes give
a little. Larra’s futile
struggles to escape hand stretched them
somewhat. A little more and she
might be able to work free. But
now Klein was upon her, attempting to shove his huge member into her
backside.
“AAHH!”
Larra yelped with pain. But
Klein could not penetrate her anus.
Her tight sphincter kept him out despite his every
effort.
“I thought you might be especially tight,” he said, getting to
his feet, “but I think I can open you
up.”
He picked up the bamboo staff he had use to
beat her. Larra blanched in terror,
a tight knot in her gut.
“Oh no, please don’t…” she
begged.
“Did I hear a please?
That’s better. Now
how about that apology and I will consider your
request?”
Larra said nothing. Already she
was ashamed that she had pleaded with the brutal
Nazi. She knew that there was
no mercy in him and that he was just baiting
her.
“I don’t hear you,” Klein
mocked. “Maybe this will
loosen your
tongue.”
“AAAHH!” Larra screamed as Klein
shoved the bamboo staff deep into her
anus.
“Ah!
I hear you now. Let’s
see if this gets anything out of you.”
Twisting the staff in his hands he turned it like a drill inside her, forcing
her resisting muscles apart. Only
with great difficulty did Larra stop herself from
screaming.
“Now we will try the real thing,” said
Klein. He wrenched the staff
from her anus and tossed it aside.
Parting her shapely buttocks he thrust his penis into her anus once
again. This time Larra’s
weakened muscles did not stop him.
The tip of his phallus penetrated her outer
defenses.
“AAHHHA!”
Klein worked steadily
into her, his massive members parting her tight soft flesh like a
wedge. Deeper and deeper he
penetrated into the squirming body of the helpless
adventuress. So great was the
pain that even Larra could not hold back the occasional
moan.
“Ah, it appears that I have finally found something that you really
like,” jibed Klein, deliberately misinterpreting Larra’s tortured
groans.
Larra writhed under the assault.
She was in severe torment, but her struggles had almost
succeeded. One of her hands was
slipping free of the ropes that held
them. A few minutes more and
it would be loose.
Klein suddenly stopped his assault, just when the pain was at the
greatest. “I think I will
finish you off in the conventional fashion,” he said, rolling her onto
her back.
He got up and moved over to the pool.
Splashing water on his inflated penis he washed it
off. Then moving at a leisurely
pace he returned to Larra. He
undid the rope that had attached her to the tree
branch.
“I think we’ll find a more relaxed position,” he said, picking
Larra up and carrying her over to a waist high flat
rock.
Depositing her on the rock, he moved between her legs and reinserted his
penis.
“Ahh!
Larra gasped as his
huge member parted her vagina once again.
But this time he entered more easily, having prepared the way with
his first assault.
“Not quite so tight now are we?
I wish I had more time to loosen you up properly, but I have urgent
business elsewhere.”
As he spoke, Klein shoved himself deep within
her. Larra groaned under the
invasion. Bending his head forward,
he took the tip of her left breast in his mouth, his lips covering her
areola. Closing his teeth on
the soft flesh, he bit down hard.
“Mmmghh!”
Larra
groaned. How much more could
she take?
Clamping his teeth down, Klein worried Larra’s breast like a dog, all
the while pumping into her. Racked
with pain, Larra arched her back in an involuntary
reaction. Her suffering was
intense. Covered with perspiration,
her chest heaved with the exertion of resisting Klein’s
assault. Her entire body trembled
as Klein’s desecration of her body
intensified.
“Oonnhh!”
She groaned as Klein switched
to her right breast. He was fully
within her now, stretching her ravaged vagina to the maximum, and biting
down hard on the tip of her ripe breast.
But finally, it was Klein’s turn to groan, as he experienced a massive
orgasm, spurting deep into Larra’s
womb. For awhile after that he
just lay on top of her, breathing heavily, but finally he stirred
himself.
“What a fuck!” Klein said
triumphantly. “I’ve
screwed the great
Groaning a little, he heaved himself off
her. “I wish I had brought
my camera. I would like to have
filmed this. But I will have
to settle for the memories.”
“What is this?” Klein
had noticed that the ropes on her right wrist were
loose. Quickly
her pounced on her before she could pull her hand
free.
“Almost got
away
there.
That would not have done. I
must be sure to tie you more
tightly.”
Klein rolled her over on her belly.
Sitting with his full weight on her legs, he tied both her elbows
together. Then he untied her
wrists and pulled them behind her back.
“I won’t need this any more,” said Klein, as he tossed aside
the length of bamboo that he had used to pinion her
arms.
Larra struggled to break loose, but she was never given the opportunity to
get a hand free. Soon her arms
were securely bound behind her back.
Then Klein untied her ankles from the length of bamboo connecting
them and retied them both together.
He finished by pulling her ankles up and binding them to her wrists,
so that she was hog-tied.
“Do you remember my threat to feed your breasts to the
ants? Well, the ant nest I was
referring to is just over here. I
have already tested it. The ants
seem very fierce. I expect that
they will be ideal for what I intend to
do.”
Klein tied one more length of rope to Larra’s arms, looping it above
her elbows and drawing it tight.
Then he dragged the helpless female toward the ant
nest. Larra strained at her bonds
in desperation. She could not
believe that her life was going to end in an ant
nest.
Klein stopped just short of the nest.
A large tree shaded it from the bright African
sun. Deftly, Klein threw the
end of the rope over an overhanging
branch. He used a length of bamboo
to guide the trailing end to his hand and then pulled it
tight.
“When I haul on this you will be pulled right into the nest, but don’t
worry I do not intend that you stay there
long.”
Klein pulled hard on the rope. The
desperate Larra found herself being dragged toward the ant
nest. In spite of her panicked
struggles she was pulled ever closer.
Sadistically, Klein hauled slowly on the rope, drawing out the experience
for as long as possible.
“Aaahaah!
Larra’s little
cry of panic rang out as she felt herself dragged into the
nest. It was a huge mound, about
five feet high and fifteen feet across.
And it was swimming in ants.
Some of the savage little insects were up to an inch in
length.
The ants attacked immediately, swarming on to any part of Larra’s body
that touched the nest. With seconds
hundreds of them were attacking her exposed
flesh.
That would have been the end of her if Klein had not continued pulling steadily
on the rope. He pulled her right
across the nest and then right off the ground, suspending her tortured body
about four feet over the nest. In
the meantime, the several hundred ants that had reacted to her presence in
their nest attacked her cruelly.
Each ant bit into her flesh and then held on while at the same time
injecting formic acid into the tiny wound that its sharp mandibles made in
her flesh.
“AAAGGHH!”
Larra
screamed. The pain of several
hundred bites was excruciating.
Klein laughed uproariously.
“That was just to give you a taste of what is in store for
you. If you think a few hundred
bites are painful, imagine what it will be like when you are covered with
thousands of ants.”
He tied off the end of the rope on the trunk of the tree from which he had
suspended Larra. The ants had
finished their attack. They bit
once and then held on. Each bite
was terribly painful, but nothing that Larra could not
endure. What she found
most painful was being hung by her arms.
The weight of her body was slowly pulling her arms out of their
sockets. Breathing heavily, she
tried to endure the unrelenting pain.
Klein was busy with the end of the rope.
He was tying something to it.
“The rope is hemp. But
I noticed that your bootlaces are
leather. Leather stretches when
wet, so if I use the laces to hold the end of the rope in place and then
wet them down, they should stretch and lower you slowly into the
nest. The only trick is to keep
them wet and I have solved that problem.”
Klein held up Larra’s canteen.
I have punched a very small hole in your
canteen. Now all I have to do
is suspend it above the leather laces and it should drip water on to them
for as long as it takes.”
Klein hung the canteen on a branch just above the
laces. As he had surmised, the
leaking canteen dripped steadily onto the leather
bootlaces.
Klein dressed himself and sat down on a large boulder just across from the
ant nest. “This is going
to be most entertaining. I hope
you do not mind if I watch.”
Larra could only hang helplessly, the weight of her body almost yanking her
arms from their sockets. Each
minute she could see the leather laces slowly stretching under her body
weight. She had already dropped
a foot closer to the nest. Looking
down, she could see thousands of voracious insects waiting for
her. She faced a most horrible
and painful death.
Inch by inch she moved closer to the
nest. The leather laces stretched
and stretched. They were now
very thin, and there was a strong possibility that they would simply snap
under the strain, rather than continuing to
stretch.
Across from her Klein shouted false
encouragement. “Hold on
Fraulein. It will be only a few
minutes now.”
Larra slipped a little lower.
“If only Schroeder could see how I have avenged him,” said
Klein. “I think he would
approve.”
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, Klein caught a slight
movement. He turned his head
and found himself looking at what he considered to be the largest male leopard
he had ever seen. The huge beast
was no more than 60 or 70 feet away.
The colour leaving his face, Klein drew Larra’s pistol from his
belt. The weapon felt totally
inadequate. There was little
chance that a pistol would stop a charging
leopard. Slowly, he moved off
the rock and edged away from the beast.
As he moved farther down the canyon, the leopard took a few steps
toward him. The beast seemed
a little uncertain, as if something was not quite
right.
Klein guessed what it was.
Larra’s dangling body was presenting the big cat with a
dilemma. Which prey did it go
after? Larra was clearly the
easiest to catch, but Klein was directly in front of
him.
Klein decided on a desperate gamble.
Raising the .45 he fired it in the air, hoping to startle the
beast. Then he turned and ran
for the waterfall. Klein plowed
across the pool like a hippo in heat.
He had never been so close to death before and fear gave him an agility
and speed that would have been beyond him under normal
circumstances.
The gambit worked. The leopard
at first jumped away from the sound of the
shot. And then it started
hesitatingly forward. By the
time it had made up its mind, Klein had cleared the pool and was lumbering
down the canyon as fast as his pudgy legs would carry
him.
The leopard turned to Larra. For
a few seconds Larra looked into the face of
death. Then the leopard turned
and ambled back the way it had come.
It had assessed the situation and decided that dragging her through
an ant nest was not worth the effort.
It would look for easier prey.
Larra breathed a sigh of relief.
During the incident her pain and the predicament she was in had been
driven from her mind. But now
she returned to the situation she found herself
in. She was now only a scant
two feet above the nest. It was
only a matter of time until the leather laces either broke or lowered her
slowly into the nest. She had
to do something.
There was just one slim chance and Larra took
it. Using all of her remaining
strength she contracted her body and then relaxed
it. The movement started her
swinging slightly. She repeated
the maneuver and increased the swing.
Slowly she managed to increase the pendulum action her slight movements
created. Each contraction added
a few millimeters to her swing. It
also increased the strain on the rope, making the leather stretch more
rapidly. She was now only a foot
and a half above the nest, and the leather laces were perilously
thin. But there was no turning
back now. She was now arcing
back and forth over the nest in an impressive six-foot
swing. Her arms felt like they
were about to tear loose from her body, but she ignored the pain and increased
the swing still more.
Luck was with her. With a sharp
“twang” the leather laces finally
snapped. But they did so when
Larra was at the apex of her swing.
Her momentum carried her well clear of the nest and she found herself
dumped into a clump of brush.
For several minutes she stayed where she was, too exhausted to
move. Then, struggling mightily,
she managed to roll herself out of the bush and onto the main
trail. Only a couple of feet
away was her hunting
knife. Klein had dropped it there
after suspending her over the nest.
Contorting herself she managed to roll over to the knife and grasp
it with her bound hands. With
a little bit of effort, she was able to manipulate the blade and cut through
the ropes that bound her hands.
Then she cut away the rest of the
ropes.
Exhausted even by this slight effort, she lay panting for several minutes,
but reminding herself of the urgency of the situation, she forced herself
to her feet. She stopped to collect
herself. She undressed completely,
and immersed herself in the waters of the plunge
pool. Gently she bathed her bruised
and battered body. Taking special
care to clean all of the wounds that Klein’s beating had inflicted upon
her, and pull all of the still living ants from
the wounds they had caused. She
was gratified to discover that although her injuries hurt like hell, they
were not serious. They would
probably heal up in a few days.
Next she dressed herself.
He panties were torn beyond repair, but she
managed to splice her bra back
together. She put the rest
of her clothes on. Now she needed
a secure place to rest. It was
very likely that Klein would return, and if he did she wanted to be in a
safe place. There were several
tall trees nearby. Although on
the verge of collapse, she forced herself to make one last
effort. Climbing up the trunk
of one of the trees she reached a broad fork about twenty feet above the
ground. There, she tied herself
in place with the same rope that Klein had used, and almost immediately fell
into a deep and exhausted sleep.
Klein ran as fast as his flabby legs would
allow. He wanted as much space
between himself and the leopard as
possible. He had no idea that
the cat was not even pursuing him.
Eventually exhaustion forced him to stop and catch his
breath. He looked around for
a safe place to hide. He would
have climbed a tree, but such an act was beyond his athletic prowess, so
he settled for hiding behind a thorn bush
instead.
After awhile it became obvious that he was not being chased by anything with
large teeth and sharp claws and he breathed
easier. He wondered what had
become of the English bitch. God,
but she had been a great fuck! Too
bad he had not captured her under circumstances where he could really have
worked her over. It would have
been pleasant to have had the time to break her
properly. But that was the way
things were. In the meantime,
he had a more immediate problem. He
needed to get back to the base camp before Steiner
did. His little dalliance with
Larra had cost him valuable time.
It was time to return to his original plan if that was still
possible. But there was a serious
problem. It was now late in the
afternoon and he was not sure which way he should
proceed. He had been running
in a more or less westerly direction and he knew that would not get him to
where he wanted to be. It was
best to try and head east and hope that he did not encounter anything
dangerous. He would have to move
fast. Night would soon arrive
and he did not relish the thought of spending it alone in the African
jungle.
He headed back the way he had come.
Eventually he reached the waterfall and the plunge pool where he had
ambushed Larra. He could see
no sign of her. He checked out
the ant nest. It did not look
like it had been disturbed. He
expected to see a pile of bones on top of it, but there was
nothing. Did that mean that the
English whore had escaped once again?
He hoped not, but it would be best to keep his eyes open just in
case.
By now darkness was falling. He
had wasted a whole day. Well,
not wasted. Fucking
A slight rustling sound behind him made him turn, Larra’s .45 at the
ready. In the darkening forest
he could see nothing. Maybe it
was nothing.
Thunk!
An object shot out of
the foliage and struck his leg. For
a couple of seconds Klein did not realize that an arrow had sunk deep into
his fleshy thigh, then he screamed in
pain. Reacting wildly he fired
Larra’s Browning into the darkness.
The sound boomed through the
forest. There was no telling
if he had hit anything. It was
too dark to make anything out. In
the meantime, he was in agonizing pain.
Whimpering with fear and anguish, he staggered away from the area
where the arrow had come from. He
could barely walk, but did not know what to do about the barbed shaft protruding
from his thigh.
Thunk!
A second arrow struck
home, this one piercing his calf.
Screaming incoherently Klein fell
forward. His fall rammed the
first arrow deeper into his upper leg.
He shrieked in agony and tried to crawl
away. Then he was aware of several
hands seizing him as he lay on the
ground. Before he could pull
the trigger on the pistol ropes were looped around his arms and he was quickly
trussed up. In the fading light
he could just make out that he had been captured by what appeared to be barbarous
naked white men. Then he was
hauled to his feet, and despite his pleas and whimpering he was prodded
forward. He stumbled along with
his captors on all sides. What
was to become of him now?
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