Kiana

Kiana

The Untamed

Episode 1

Phantom of the Forest

Chapter 2 Interrogation

Delzinga surveyed his unusual catch. He had trapped a lot of animals in his time, but he had never caught anything like the exotic beauty displayed before him. At first he had though that she was Ethiopian, so perfectly tanned was her lithe body. But upon closer examination he decided that she was probably European. He had been able to find this out when her rather revealing outfit was ripped from her body. There was no hiding the fact that her nether region was definitely much paler in colour that the rest of her, although what she was exactly he did not know.

It had not been his intention to strip her, but it had happened accidentally when she tried to escape. He had mistakenly thought her immobilized by the tranq dart, not to mention the fifty foot drop into the water, but a few minutes after the American bitch had been tied up the jungle girl had opened her eyes.

Her reaction had been immediate. Seeing herself surrounded by men, she had struck out at them with the savagery of a wild beast. Only Delzinga’s own quick thinking had prevented her escape. As she tore into his astonished hirelings, they had fallen back, offering her an avenue of escape. She had bolted into it. But Delzinga had seen what was happening. Loading another dart into his blowgun he brought her down just as she was leaping for the pool, no doubt with the intention of swimming to safety. This time when she was fished from the water he made sure that she was well tied before his men picked her up and brought her to the camp. Now she stood where he had ordered her placed.

Her arms were tied at the wrists and pulled over her head by binding them to the crosstree of the main tent. Her legs were spread by a length of bamboo that was tied to each ankle. She was amazingly beautiful. Her face was that of a forest nymph, almost childlike in appearance and dominated by large doe-like black eyes. It was framed by a tangled mass of ebony hair that tumbled to her waist and looked as if it had never been combed. If her face lacked maturity, her body certainly didn’t. She stood about five-foot six, and was perfectly proportioned. With her arms tied over her head, her grapefruit-sized breasts were lifted, the dark upturned nipples seeming to invite him to take them in his mouth. He was looking forward to doing just that, once he had finished fucking the blonde. He glanced at the American again. “Soon,” he thought, “soon.” But there was one thing he wanted to find out first.

He had decided to take over the main tent, much to the chagrin of the American bitch. It was larger and much more comfortable than his tent. If would provide him with both space and privacy when he questioned the girl and had his way with the American bitch.

He looked over at his former employer. She looked frightened, the realization of what was probably going to happen to her finally sinking in. His men had dumped her on the bed. It was a rather deluxe version of a camp bed, being large enough for two people. It was perfect for what he intended to use it for. The blonde’s hands and feet were tightly tied and she regarded him with those incredible blue eyes as she lay helpless, awaiting his attention.

He turned his gaze back to the jungle girl. She returned his stare. Unlike the American bitch, she seemed completely unafraid. He wondered how long it would take to drive that fierce expression from the face. “Narrow waist,” he thought. “Almost unnaturally so.” But she had the hips of a woman. And then there was the tender little dark triangle between her legs. She had very little public hair and what she did have served to frame her vulva beautifully. For all her beauty, she was strongly built, her musculature resembling that of an Olympic gymnast. No doubt she was a virgin. Unless there was an entire tribe of jungle girls and boys and he rather doubted that.

He wondered who she was. She certainly was mysterious. However, there was something more important about her that he wanted to find out. The ankle bracelets and armbands she was wearing were pure gold and studded with precious gems. Where had she gotten them and were there any more like them? It was time to see if she could tell him. But how best to get her to cooperate? He allowed himself a half smile. Fear usually worked best in his experience.

He stepped close to the jungle nymph and placed his right hand on her left breast. Slowly he squeezed the firm yet yielding flesh. To his surprise the girl didn’t even flinch. She seemed more annoyed than anything else. She glared at him, her dark eyes narrowing.

“Where did you get these?” he asked, touching the ruby studded gold band on her left arm. The girl didn’t answer. She didn’t even whimper as her increased the pressure and twisted her breast. “Where did you get these?” he repeated. His left hand clamped her right breast and he squeezed down with all of his strength. He thought he detected a flicker of fear in the jungle girl’s eyes. “Tell me, you little bitch,” he yelled. “Tell me or I’ll twist off your tits.”

“You asshole. Can’t you tell that she doesn’t understand you?”

Delzinga turned toward the blonde American bitch. It was time she was taught some manners. Perhaps if he made an example of her the jungle girl would know what she was up against. Crossing the tent in two strides, he grabbed the blonde by her shoulder length hair and dragged her into a sitting position, ignoring her yelp of pain.

“Fucking bitch,” he said. “It’s time I showed you who’s boss. He slapped her hard, snapping her head to one side and then backhanded her the other way. Then grabbing her lapels, he jerked her to an upright position again, and tore open the front of her shirt.

“No!” Danielle protested as Delzinga ripped open her shirt. She strained at the ropes binding her wrists, and twisting her body, tried to kick him. Delzinga easily dodged her bound feet. Pushing her back down he climbed on top of her, pinning her to the bed. She arched her body, trying to roll him off, but he weighed twice what she did. Reaching down he grabbed the cups of her bra and with a quick twist of his wrists tore the garment in half and tossed it onto the ground.

“You bastard,” Danielle grunted as Delzinga began to unbuckle her belt. “You can’t do this.”

“Oh, but I can,” Delzinga retorted. And I intend to do it as often as I like. This is just the first installment.”

“Nn..No!” Danielle gasped. She writhed frantically in an attempt to dislodge the man who was slowly undressing her. Her large pink-nipple breasts quivered as she struggled to escape.

The sight was too much for Delzinga. He had her pants half off, but he halted his progress and clamped his hands over her breasts, squeezing the soft white flesh between his fingers.

“Sss..Son of a…bitch,” Danielle panted. She had worked herself into a sweat. Large beads of perspiration dotted her body as she battled to preserve her virtue. She winced as Delzinga squeezed her breasts. And then cried out as he suddenly bent his head and took her left nipple between his teeth. “Ahh, you asshole.” He bit harder. She screamed.

Delzinga lifted his head from the gorgeous blonde’s heaving bosom. Returning to his previous activity, He began to pull her pants down. He got them down over her knees and then climbed off her so that he could untie her ankles to finish stripping her.

Kiana watched the beautiful golden haired woman struggle. She was very beautiful, more beautiful that she could have imagined any woman could be. Her firm white breasts crowned by taut pink nipples quivered as she battled helplessly. Kiana wasn’t sure what was going on. It appeared that the large, dark-bearded male was trying to mate with the beautiful golden-haired woman. Kiana was quite familiar with mating, having witnessed it hundreds of times, but she had never seen two humans mate. It appeared that the male was forcing himself on the female and she had a feeling that such an action was not right. Sex between animals was usually consensual, even though certain species seemed unable to control their sexual urges during the mating season. What she was witnessing, however, seemed completely forced. The golden-haired woman was not enjoying the experience and that seemed very wrong.

Kiana remembered that the bearded man had been quite brutal in his treatment of her. It had hurt when he had squeezed her breasts, even though she had not shown any fear or pain. She felt a growing animosity toward him especially when she realized that he was the one who had probably had her tied with her arms over her head. She could barely reach the floor and had to stand on tiptoes to relieve the strain on her arms and shoulders. She also suspected that he might have had something to do with the strange green thorn that had made her so dizzy.

She understood very little of what was being said. It had been a long time since she had heard the sound of human voices and she had not spoken in years. When the black- bearded man had squeezed her breasts she only understood that he was asking her something, but what she could not determine. The golden-haired woman seemed to be protesting what was being done to her. It was not surprising considering the way that she was bound and the brutality of the black-bearded man as he tried to mount her.

He mind went back to her childhood. The memories were hazy. That had been many moons and more than a dozen rainy seasons ago. Long ago she seemed to remember a white man and woman who had spoken to her. She couldn’t remember their faces any more, but it seemed that they had been very kind to her. That was before she had been found by Meteke.

Meteke. She was gone now. Dead for twenty moons. But she was already very old when Kiana had first met her. It was Meteke who had taught her how to survive in the forest, and to communicate with the animals. But Meteke had spoken to her only in her own language, that of the local villagers, and she had told her nothing of her origins. Perhaps the ancient woman had been saving that for later. But she never got the chance. In any case deep within Kiana’s mind was the memory of a near-forgotten language. She struggled to recall the words and then blurted them out. “You…Bad man. You stop.”

Startled, Delzinga turned. He had the Blonde’s pants off now. Only her diminutive thong protected her. He stared at the helpless jungle girl. She glared at him defiantly. “Stop,” she repeated. “You stop.” Her brow creased as she struggled with the unfamiliar language.

“Fuck,” exclaimed Delzinga. “She can talk.” He climbed off the American and returned to the jungle girl. “You speak English,” he said accusingly.

The girl resumed her mute expression. “Talk to me,” Delzinga prompted.

The girl said nothing, simply staring at Delzinga unflinchingly. “I said talk you me you little bitch.” He slapped her hard across the face.

The blow sent the girl swaying, held up by the rope that tethered her wrist. But she made not a sound. As she came to rest she resumed her cold expression, meeting his eyes with a fierce glare.

Delzinga found the intensity of the girl’s gaze unnerving. It was like looking into the eyes of some savage predator. What kind of woman was she? His eyes moved back to the American bitch. She lay trembling on the bed. If the girl wouldn’t talk he would give her a lesson in what was going to happen to her.

Danielle struggled to break free of the ropes binding her. She had already rubbed most of the skin off her wrists, but had hardly been able to loosen them. Abeba had done a very good job. Her ankles were no longer bound, but she made no attempt to get to her feet. What good would that have done? With her wrists lashed behind her she would not have gotten far. The camp was filled with the men Delzinga had hired. She would have been caught almost immediately.

“You bastard,” she gasped as Delzinga returned. “You’d never dare do that to her if she wasn’t tied hand and foot.”

“I’m tired of your yap you big-mouthed American bitch.” He pushed her back down on the bed. Picking up her shirt he ripped it into strips and then shoved a length of cloth into her mouth.

“Mmmppphh!” Danielle protested. He continued to push the torn shirt into her mouth until she was sure it was halfway down her throat. Then he used another piece of cloth to bind her mouth and hold it in place.

“Bad man. You very bad man.” The god-damned jungle girl was talking again. Angrily Delzinga got to his feet again, leaving the blonde fighting of air on the bed. It took him only a few seconds to gag the girl as well. Then he returned to his previous pursuit.

“Mmmpphh!” Danielle cried out as he ripped her fragile thong off. Then she watched in helpless fear as he stripped off his own clothing.

“I see you’re a real blonde,” Delzinga commented as he surveyed Danielle’s completely nude body. In spite of herself, she blushed. And then she struggled to defend her honour as he placed one hand on each of her knees and began to pry her legs apart.

Delzinga was fully erect. His phallus so hard that it stood at a sixty degree angle, and so large that Danielle was sure that it would never fit inside her. Ignoring her muffled protests he forced her legs apart. Beneath the gag she screamed in rage as he positioned himself to take her and then screamed even louder as he thrust into her.

“Mmmmppphhh!” There was an instant of piercing pain as he penetrated her. He took her dry and the pain was intense. His penetration was deep and violent. In a few seconds he had buried his throbbing organ deep within her. He then proceeded to give Danielle a brutally painful lesson in the realities of rape. She screamed in pain as his lance ripped away the lining of the vaginal canal. And then suddenly it was over. Delzinga lay gasping on top of her and then slowly withdrew. His now flaccid organ glistening with sperm.

“You like that, bitch?” Delzinga gasped. “That’s just for openers, if you’ll pardon the pun. I’m not finished with you yet.” Without bothering to pull on any clothing he got off the bed and took a can of cola out of Danielle’s small refrigerator. He drank greedily, upending the can and burping loudly when finished.

Returning to the bed, he hauled Danielle to a sitting position, using her hair to force her compliance. “Now you’re going to find that erection for me,” he said. He removed the gag and positioned himself just inches from her mouth.

Danielle gasped for breath. The gag had been so far down her throat that she had almost fainted during the rape. There was no mistaking what Delzinga wanted her to do, but she was far from cooperative.

“Fuck you, you bastard,” she gasped. “I’ll never do that.”

“Perhaps you’d rather that I started in on the jungle girl,” Delzinga taunted. “She’s probably never had a man. I’m sure you’ll enjoy her screams. But I promise that I won’t be the only one to fuck her. I’ll make sure she’s screwed by every man in the camp.”

”What kind of a monster are you?” Danielle demanded. “She’s only a child. You can’t do that to her.”

“She’s a pretty well-developed child,” rejoined Delzinga, “But I’m really not concerned with that. She’s got something I want and I intend to get it. How I go about that depends on how cooperative she is. I expect she’ll be more than glad to tell me what I want to know after she’s been gang banged a half dozen times. Now are you going to cooperate or not?”

Reluctantly Danielle nodded. She just couldn’t sit by a let Delzinga and his thugs rape the girl. If the ordeal was bad for her, what would it be like for a girl who had never known a man?

Delzinga smiled triumphantly. Reaching down he tilted the blonde’s head back and thrust his limp member toward her mouth.

Fighting back the urge to be sick, Danielle pursed her lips. She took Delzinga’s wilted penis in her mouth and brought it back to life. It was a degrading experience. She could taste her own blood mixed with the brutal guide’s seminal fluid, but she choked back the wave of nausea that rose in her gullet, and teased his member until she could feel the blood pounding through it once more. Slowly it grew until it filled her mouth. He was ready again.

Delzinga raped her more slowly the second time. His first assault had been to show the American bitch his power. This time he just wanted to draw out the pleasure for as long as possible and at the same time extend her pain and humiliation.

He succeeded in both goals. Danielle was weeping openly when he finished more than an hour later. He had completely tamed her. It wouldn’t take much to break her completely. As he stood up he contemplated turning her over to his men. The experience of being gang-raped would almost certainly finish her. He decided against it. Forcing her to watch him question the jungle girl would work just as well. Binding her ankles, he left her on the bed and then got dressed.

He moved to the jungle girl and removed the gag. It was time to show her who was boss.

Kiana glared her hatred. The bad white man had brutally violated the golden-haired woman. The pain he had caused her had been all too obvious. Strangely she felt rather protective of the beautiful white woman. She didn’t know why. Perhaps it was because she had spoken up when the bad white man had twisted her breasts. Or perhaps it was because the golden-haired woman had been so brave when the bearded man had mated with her. What ever the reason she felt intense hatred toward the man who now stood in front of her. But she now also feared him. He had shown what he could do. What if he forced her to mate with him as well?

Delzinga saw the hint of fear in the girl’s eyes. His violation of the American bitch had served its purpose. The girl was afraid of him. It would make her more compliant or more fearful if she chose to resist.

“You bad,” the girl said as soon as he removed the gag. “You hurt pretty lady.”

“That’s better,” thought Delzinga. She was speaking almost complete sentences. He suspected that she had not spoken English for a long time. Perhaps a little demonstration might loosen her tongue a bit more. First, however, he would try asking politely one more time. He tapped the gem studded armlet on her left arm. “Where did you get this?”

“You bad,” the girl replied, ignoring his question.

“Alright,” he thought. It was time to show her what real pain was like. He removed his belt.

“Aaahh!” Kiana cried. She had taken the first two dozen blows across her backside without comment, but her derriere was now so badly marked by Delzinga’s belt that every additional blow was excruciatingly painful.

Delzinga gave her another dozen blows with his belt, each one eliciting a cry of pain. The girl’s pain threshold was truly amazing. He had expected her to scream for mercy after only a half dozen blows, but she had held out for four times that number. Now that he had her screaming he wanted to keep her that way for a few minutes. It would help to remind her of the consequences if her shapely backside was still burning when he questioned her.

Finally he tossed down the belt and got another drink. Flogging was hot, tiring work. He would have had Abeba do it if he did not enjoy it so much himself. Now it was time to see if the beating had loosened her tongue.

Kiana stood trembling, her arms still stretched above her head. Her bottom felt as if it had been set on fire. She had tried not to scream when the bad man had beaten her, but the cries just forced their way out of her mouth. She had screamed so loudly that she was almost hoarse. Now she waited to see what he would do next. Above all, she feared that he would force her to mate with him the way he had with the golden-haired lady.

Delzinga finished his drink. He could not help noticing that both women watched as he set the cola can down. No doubt they were both dehydrated after their ordeal. He would keep them that way. It might help to improve their cooperation.

He decided on a different tack this time. “What is your name??” he asked. Perhaps if he could get the jungle girl talking eventually she would tell him everything he wanted.

There was a slight pause as the girl digested the question. Then she answered. “Kiana.”

“Kiana,” he repeated. The girl nodded. Good. She did understand.

“How old are you?” he asked. This time there was no answer. The girl shook her head indicating that she did not understand.

He tried a different question. “What is your tribe?” And then: “Who are your people.”

Again the girl shook her head. Either she did not understand the question or she lived in the forest by herself. It was a preposterous notion. How could a defenseless young girl brave the dangers of the rainforest? Then he remembered how she had fought when the tranquillizing dart wore off. It seemed ridiculous, but perhaps she had no tribe or village.

His questions were getting him nowhere. Pointing to her jewel studded armband he tried his original question the third time. “Where did you get this?”

She answered immediately. “Find. Far away. In broken stones.”

“Shouldn’t have bothered with the small talk,” muttered Delzinga. He nodded his approval. Pouring a cup of water he held it to her lips. “Drink,” he said.

The girl gratefully sipped the water, draining the cup. “Good girl,” he said. He pointed to the armband again. “Can you show where you got this?’

The girl looked puzzled. She shook her head. “Damn!” said Delzinga. He couldn’t tell if the girl couldn’t remember where she had gotten the golden armband or whether she was refusing to show him.

He turned to the American bitch. “I don’t have time for this shit,” he said. “I’m going to arrange for you two to be together. Teach her enough English that she can answer my questions. I want answers and if I don’t get them fast I’m going to turn you over to my men to use as the camp whore.” Without waiting for a response he left the tent.

Abeba was waiting outside. “Build a cage for those two, Delzinga ordered. “Then put them in it and give them food and water. “I don’t want them mistreated.” He smiled. “At least not when I’m not there to enjoy it.”

Abeba grinned back. “Right boss.” He moved off to carry out Delzinga’s orders.

“Danielle,” Danielle said pointing to herself. She was sitting across from the girl who called herself Kiana. They were in a large bamboo cage. It was crude, but pretty much escape proof as along as it was watched. And it was certainly watched. Both she and Kiana were naked. Clustered around the cage were a half dozen of the insubordinate thugs Delzinga had hired. They made no secret of what they would like to do to both of them. She had to cooperate with Delzinga. Fear of what might happen to both of them was a powerful motivator.

“Kiana,” the girl signaled back, identifying herself. And so it went. The girl learned fast, and was soon speaking English relatively well, although whether it would be good enough for Delzinga Danielle did not know. She could only hope.

The speed at which the girl picked up English seemed to indicate that she had once spoken it but had forgotten how through disuse. Danielle found that she had a basic vocabulary, but it did not extend very far. It was as if she had stopped learning anything new in the language about age three or four. It was a good guess. If the girl had white parents and they had somehow lost her, it was quite possible that she had been abandoned at a very young age. The question was: where had she been after that? Someone must have helped her survive. No child could live long alone in the wilds of Africa.

In two days Kiana was speaking well enough for Delzinga to interview her again. This time he got the response he wanted.

“I will show you,” the girl said. “I will take you to the ruins. Lots of gold and jewels there. But you must not hurt Danielle.”

“It’s a deal,” Delzinga agreed. He could afford to be generous. After all, he had absolutely no intention of keeping his promise. Once he was shown where the treasure was he was going to turn both women over to his men. But only after he had taken the jungle girl’s virginity. He turned to Abeba. “Get the camp ready. We leave tomorrow.”

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