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“It’s not your fault,” Amy
said.
“You’re wrong,” Katie
replied. “This whole bloody
mess of an expedition is my fault.
You should have had me committed the day I came up with
it. I must have been out of my
mind to think that I could fly to
“If I remember correctly it wasn’t
your idea to bring any of us,” Amy
replied. “You were going
to find Larra all by yourself.
Every woman here insisted that she was going with
you.”
“I shouldn’t have
agreed. Lisha and Ayashe would
not have come if I had refused to take
them. They would still be safe
in
“Right,” Amy said sardonically,
“I’ve heard that
Katie didn’t
answer. Instead she stood staring
in the direction Melissa, Lisha, and Jia Li had
gone. What had brought on the
self-recrimination was the fact that it had been two days since the expiration
of the deadline for the rendezvous with the three women and there had been
no sign of them. After what had
already happened to them Katie feared the
worst.
“We’ve waited long enough,”
she said. “We have to go
after them.” She turned
to the others. “Break
camp. We’re heading
out.”
There was no need to explain to her
companions. They had been listening
in on the conversation. Within
minutes they had packed up their few possessions and were heading down the
trail. As they moved off Katie
looked at the sky. Heavy clouds
closed over them, promising more rain.
She sighed. She was getting
a bit tired of the tropical climate and the almost continual
rain. With any luck the storm
would not delay them too long.
“Crikey,” Wallace
said. “We can’t be
more than a few hours behind them.
The ashes of the campfire are still warm.”
“”Yes,” Judy
said. Her voice was a little
less than enthusiastic. Wallace
would be reunited with his lady friend.
She had learned quite a bit about Katie Reddel during the several
weeks they had been pursuing the woman who had hired
him. Wallace had been quite happy
to talk about her whenever she asked, also taking the time to describe the
other members of the party. They
seemed a fascinating bunch, and quite unconventional from Judy’s point
of view. She could not imagine
a group of women daring to journey into the middle of
A low rumble interrupted her thoughts and
she noticed that Wallace was studying the
sky. “Looks like we’re
in for a bit of a soaker,” he
commented. “Might be a good
idea to look for someplace to hole up.”
As if to emphasize his observation a jagged
bolt of lighting ripped across the sky, followed a few seconds later by an
earthshaking crash of thunder.
Gently he took her
arm. “Come on, Jude; we
don’t want to get wet.”
Judy followed Wallace down the
canyon. Although the big Aussie
was unfamiliar with the rainforest environment he seemed to have a natural
talent for finding places to shelter during the frequent
downpours. As the first drops
began to fall he stopped and studied the side of the
canyon. “Up there,”
he said, pointing.
Judy followed his
hand. There appeared to be a
ledge under a rock overhang about twenty feet
up. Fortunately the side of the
canyon seemed climbable although it was a bit steeper than she would have
liked.
“Come on, Jude,” Wallace prompted
again. “I’ll give ya
a hand.”
Judy accepted Wallace’s offer of help,
noting that like a proper gentleman he avoided placing his hand on her backside
as he helped her up the steep canyon
walls. It would have been relatively
easy for him to take advantage of her grass
skirt. Nor did he position himself
so that he would get a view of what he was not supposed to
see. Judy had conflicting feelings
over the situation, almost wishing that he would take advantage of the
opportunity. It would have made
her feel a bit more wanted and that was something she was beginning to desire
more and more.
Reaching the ledge, she pulled herself onto
it. It was about four feet wide
and completely covered by the rock
overhang. A thick layer of leaves
had settled onto the ledge and Judy eyed them suspiciously, having learned
that a variety of insects often sheltered in such leafy
cushions. Wallace climbed up
beside her and brushed his hands through the
leaves.
“Looks right, Jude,” he
said. “We’ll wait it
out here.”
Gratefully Judy settled into the
leaves. Already the rain
was falling hard and she was glad that Wallace had spotted this
shelter. It was bad enough to
be stuck in the jungle without being wet as
well. Wallace sat down beside
her. “Right,” he
said. “I guess we just
wait.”
Lisha shook the rain out of her eyes, and
stepped forward quickly to avoid another jerk on the
rope. Her neck was raw where
the huge Japanese soldier had continually pulled on the
rope. He seemed to enjoy dragging
her forward whenever possible, but had done nothing else to her so
far. He seemed to be in something
of a hurry and frequently cursed at her in his own
language. She didn’t actually
understand anything that he said, but the tone of his voice and his facial
expressions made his meaning clear.
He hadn’t even bothered to seek shelter
when the rain had started, but it was becoming increasingly obvious that
they couldn’t go on much longer.
The rocky trail was slick with mud and Lisha had fallen several times,
badly bruising her knees. With
her hands bound tightly behind her back, it was difficult for her to maintain
her balance on the rough trail; however, there was little chance that her
captor would untie her.
During the first part of her captivity there
had been a brief hope that she might work her hands loose from the
ropes. But that had been dashed
when her captor had stopped and checked her bonds to make sure that she was
not about to escape. Finding
the ropes a bit loose, he had tightened them and for good measure had bound
her arms just above the elbows, pulling them toward the small of her
back. The result was that she
was painfully bound, her back arched and her chest thrust
forward. It made walking extremely
difficult and had contributed to the number of times she had
stumbled. The Japanese, however,
showed little sympathy for her plight, sometimes grinning when she fell,
and other times swearing at her for slowing them
down.
The rain was now coming down in a liquid curtain,
and Lisha could barely see where she was
going. Apparently the Japanese
couldn’t see any better than she could, as he suddenly stopped and changed
direction, dragging her toward the trees bordering the
trail. To her surprise he led
her into the shelter of a huge fig.
Its aerial roots came together in such as way that they created a
natural shelter.
Seizing her by the hair, the Japanese giant
forced her to her knees. He looked
triumphantly into her face and said something that Lisha could not
understand. Then grinning he
pushed her onto her back and forced her legs
apart.
Lisha struggled to escape as the huge Japanese
unbuttoned his trousers. The
brutality and humiliation of her first violation fresh in her mind, she fought
desperately against the horror of being taken a second time by the man who
had ripped away her virginity. The
odds, however, were entirely on the side of the man who sought to violate
her. In spite of her frenzied
attempts he was in complete control.
She succeeded only in scraping the skin from her wrists as she wrenched
her arms in an attempt to break her
bonds.
As the Japanese revealed his impressive member,
she redoubled her efforts, twisting and thrashing her magnificent
body. Her chest heaved from the
effort, her perfect breasts quivering, and droplets of moisture scattering
from her hair. It was a struggle
born of pride and fear, but all the while she knew that there was nothing
she could do to prevent her captor from having his way with
her.
She clenched her jaw as the Japanese closed
his hands over her breasts and brutally massaged the soft, firm
flesh. Other than her heavy
breathing, she made no sound as he twisted her nipples and then lowered his
head and took one of the tender buds between his teeth.
He bit down until she bled and then did the
same with the other nipple. Lisha
ignored the pain, instead concentrating on the ropes that bound her
wrists. They were now slick with
blood, but the Japanese had tied her so well that they held her helpless
while he continued to ravage her body.
He took her slowly this time, almost teasing
her as he slipped the glans of his penis between her lower lips.
Gradually he increased his
penetration, sinking his thick shaft into her a little at a time and with
obvious enjoyment, judging from his animal
sounds. The pain was no worse
than the first time, but the violation lasted a great deal
longer. He raped her for well
over an hour, before shooting his thick cream into her, leaving her exhausted
from her struggles and burning with anger and
shame. To be dishonoured once
was bad enough, but to be defiled twice by the same man left Lisha completely
degraded. Unfortunately, her
brutal captor was far from finished with her.
His erection was gone, but he still had his
hands and his teeth. For the
next two hours he mauled and bit every part of her body, leaving her covered
with bruises and marked by his teeth, especially in the region of her thighs
and breasts. Through it all,
Lisha kept herself from screaming in spite of her pain and exhaustion as
he finished with her, however, she was very close to physical and emotional
collapse. She had endured an
ordeal that would have left most women shrieking in agony and terror and
she had endured it with hardly a sound.
But now she was close to breaking.
The length of the ordeal along with her painful bondage and the injury
to her head, suffered when she had been knocked unconscious, had sapped her
will to resist.
When he rolled her onto her belly and parted
her buttocks she went into a frenzy in her attempt to
escape. But it was her last
effort. She screamed in pain
and dismay as his thick member probed her tight anus and forced itself into
her tight sphincter. The terrible
pain coupled with her utter degradation broke her and she cried like a child,
screaming brokenly as the Japanese thug took his full measure of sexual pleasure
and debasement.
The agony of the anal rape was
incredible. Lisha felt as if
she was being torn apart. Every
thrust was like being impaled, and she quivered in anguish, her cries drowning
out the violence of the storm that raged about
them.
Toward the end she cried
out in her own language, begging her assailant to show her
mercy. Not surprisingly, he paid
her no attention, driving into her until with a grunt of carnal satisfaction
he released into her, leaving her limp and weeping with the pain and humiliation
of her ordeal.
She continued to weep as he bent her legs
upward and hogtied her ankles to her
wrists. Almost fainting from
exhaustion and the horror of her trial, she made no attempt to move as he
slumped beside her, and with loud snores announced that he was
asleep.
She was completely defeated, her pride stripped
from her along with what was left of her
virtue. As her assailant slept,
she wept silently and waited for the pleasure of her
conqueror.
Judy screamed as Wallace penetrated her, but
it was a cry of carnal delight.
The big Aussie was deep inside
her, taking her to the edge of ecstasy but at the same time hurting her just
a little. But it was a pleasant
sort of pain, so different from the brutal rape that Churba had inflicted
upon her.
Her sexual adventure with Wallace had begun
quite by accident, or so she supposed.
She had settled down beside him on the bed of leaves as the rain pelted
down in a storm that rivaled anything she had
seen. Their bodies had accidentally
touched, but instead of shying away she had snuggled a bit
closer. That had triggered an
unexpected chain of events that had ended with Wallace removing her very
brief costume and her tugging open his
pants.
She had surprised herself with her
passion. As his hands moved knowingly
over her body she had responded with unexpected and uncontrolled passion,
grinding her body into his and spreading her legs in sexual
invitation. It hadn’t taken
Wallace long to take her up on her offer.
He was very gentle with her, perhaps remembering
her brutal introduction to sex. It
helped to calm her fears, especially as she realized for the first time just
how big Wallace’s male member was.
Churba had hurt her badly, and his phallus had been nowhere near the
length and girth of Wallace’s organ.
As he penetrated her she had at first cried out in fear and then relaxed
as he eased his way into her.
His slow and gentle technique calmed her and
led to her fears being replaced by
desire. She opened herself to
him and cried out in excitement as he joined with her in that most intimate
of unions. It was then that she
had used those intimate and potentially dangerous little
words. “I love you,”
she murmured.
She immediately regretted her unthinking outburst,
but to her surprise Wallace had not shied
away. Instead he had cupped her
soft, firm breasts and lifting them gently kissed each of the
nipples. The sensation sent a
thrill of pleasure through her; then he had taken her mouth in his and silenced
any further declarations of affection, at least until he had spread her legs
and introduced her to her first consensual act of love.
After that time passed as if in a dream until
an orgasm had finally exploded within
her. Her cry of passion and the
contraction of her uterus and vagina had triggered a similar response in
Wallace. With a groan of pleasure
he spurted into her and then held her close, stroking her hair gently while
she lay panting in his arms.
Wallace’s mind, however, was not on
lovemaking as he held the young girl.
“Crikey,” he thought.
“Love - this might be bloody difficult to get out of.”
He had no idea what Judy was thinking, but
her actions spoke for themselves.
With a sigh of pleasure she shifted her body closer to his and then
closed her eyes.
Katie huddled miserably in the
rain. The sudden storm had brought
her little expedition to a complete halt.
She and the other women had been forced to seek shelter on the nearest
high ground in order to be sure that they would not be caught in any flash
flood. Unfortunately, the ground
she had chosen had very little shelter and she and the others were now soaked
through and cursing the rainforest climate which seemed either too hot or
too wet.
Drenched to the skin, her teeth chattered
from the cold and she knew that none of the other girls was in any better
shape. But there was no other
choice. As she had feared the
canyon through which they had been trekking was now flooded, a raging
torrent. Until the rain stopped
and the water subsided they were stuck.
Her greatest fear, however, was that the trail Ayashe was following
might be washed away.
If it was there would be no way of tracking
her missing companions through the winding maze of
canyons. She hunched down beside
Amy and the Indonesian woman they had
rescued. The language barrier
prevented them from communicating effectively so Katie had no idea how she
had been captured by the Japanese.
Cold and miserable, and frustrated by the continuous rain, biting
insects, and stifling heat Katie wished that she had never heard of
“Don’t worry, Katie,” Amy shouted
above the roar of the storm.
“Things will work out.
We’ll find them.”
“Yes,” thought Katie, “we’ll
find them, but will they still be alive?”
Larra looked out at the pouring
rain. She was quite dry; the
pavilion Sundara’s men had erected shedding the heavy downpour
easily. She was not entirely
happy, however. Somewhere ahead
of her were the Japanese she had helped
defeat. More importantly somewhere
ahead of her was Lisha, who for some reason had not been left to die in the
sun with Melissa and Jia Li.
She realized that she should have stayed with
the two companions she had rescued.
She knew that they would get good care back at the palace, but she
worried nevertheless and there was also the matter of her
daughter. Just thinking about
Sevti emphasized the pain of her swollen
breasts. They were heavy with
milk and needed the mouth of her daughter to relieve the
pressure. She could not get that
now and had to express the milk herself.
It seemed a complete waste, but she had no choice if she was to have
any chance of catching up with the
Japanese. She wasn’t worried
about Sevti. There were a number
of nursing women in the palace and one of them would be recruited to act
as a wet nurse.
A gentle hand settled on her shoulder and
she placed her own on top of it.
“My lady,” Sundara whispered, “it is no use
worrying. It is best you get
some rest. The rain will eventually
stop.”
“Yes,” Larra
nodded. “I know you are
right. But somewhere out there
is one of my companions and perhaps others as
well. I cannot help thinking
of them.”
“Tomorrow perhaps the rain will stop,”
Sundara said. “With the
elephants we can move much faster than men of
foot. We will catch
them.”
Larra did not answer, but her thoughts were
with Lisha. She hoped desperately
that the African princess was alright.
Lisha cried out as the Japanese penetrated
her. He had awakened near morning
with a formidable erection. He
had immediately relieved himself just a few feet from her head, and then
untying her ankles had hauled her to her feet and indicated that she should
do the same. With little choice
she had been forced to comply and then when she was finished he had decided
to enjoy her one more time.
The rape was incredibly painful, and her previous
ordeal had left her too beaten to pretend that what was happening to her
didn’t matter. She screamed
as his phallus thrust into her swollen vagina and prayed that the rape would
end. It seemed to go on forever,
and she had no choice but to suffer the agony of being repeatedly violated
until her huge assailant satisfied
himself.
With a grunt of fulfillment the Japanese finished
with her. Then he dragged her
to her feet and pushed her out of the
shelter. The rain had stopped,
at least temporarily, leaving the forest dripping with moisture and much
cooler than usual. Taking hold
of the rope about her neck her captor began to march through the forest,
dragging his wretched captive behind him.
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