The Adventures of Modesty Blaise
Episode 1 The Lhasa Incident
This pathetic effort is a parody and is only remotely intended to
resemble the characters created by Peter
ODonnell. Other than the
names and images of some of the characters all work is original and any
resemblance to any of Mr. ODonnells works is purely
accidental.
Chapter 5
Lhasa
WILLIE GARVIN watched
as Modesty strode up the path ahead of
him. He cursed under his breath
at his stupidity in letting her out of his
sight. But how was he to know
that the man Tarrant had assigned to accompany them would turn out to be
little more than a damned pervert?
From now on she would stay where he could keep an eye on
her.
Of
course, he couldnt tell
her that. If there was one thing
Modesty hated it was being coddled and he had been forced to disguise his
efforts to help her after she returned.
Since she would not speak of what had happened he could only guess
what Rawlins had done to her, but it didnt take much imagination to
figure it out. She had returned
exhausted, and try as she might she could not disguise her obvious
fatigue. Knowing she would not
accept any help Willie had spoken quietly to Abhik and gotten him to slow
the pace. Fortunately there had
been a spate of bad weather the day following Modestys sudden reappearance
and it had given Abhik the excuse to call a complete
halt.
The extra two days
of rest seemed to have worked physically, but Modesty had remained moody
and uncommunicative for more than a week and Willie knew that inside she
was tearing herself up, blaming herself for whatever had
happened. But in the days after
crossing the Tibetan border had she returned to something like her old
self. A true professional, Modesty
appeared to have put the incident with Rawlins behind her and was once again
completely focused on the mission.
It was a welcome change, but Willie watched her anyway, watching for
any sign that she might need his
assistance.
Fat chance of
that, chum, he muttered as he quickened his
pace. Modesty Blaise was the
toughest and most resilient woman he had ever
known. The chances that she would
need his shoulder to cry on were about the same as his chances of being nominated
for sainthood, and Willie hadnt been to church in
decades.
Up ahead the lead
Sherpa suddenly halted and Willie quickened his pace, moving up to stand
beside Modesty. There it
is, Modesty said. Now
we just have to find our way to the Potala.
Willie took out his
field glasses and tuned in on the massive
palace. Even at this distance
some of the damage done to the architectural wonder by the invading Chinese
could be seen.
Bastards, he heard Modesty
mutter. There really is
nothing worse than ideological
fanaticism.
There was no need
for Willie to comment. He handed
Modesty the glasses, and stepped back, holding in a sigh of
relief. Her remark was the first
time she had sounded like her old self since the
incident. It was just as
well. Tomorrow they would have
to find their way to what had once been the residence of the Dalai
Lama.
THEY MADE it to the
Potala without incident. However,
it had not been easy and the skills Modesty and Willie had developed in half
a decade of somewhat shadowy activity had been more than
useful. The huge palace was,
of course, closed to the public, and was watched over by members of the Chinese
army.
The Tibetan capital
was a depressing place, still displaying the ruins of the Chinese invasion
and with more than ample evidence of the communist skills in running an economy.
Willy hadnt seen so many
drab and derelict buildings since the last time he had visited East
Berlin. Not much of a place,
Princess, he murmured.
No, Modesty
agreed, but it once was.
She nodded toward the Potala, still magnificent in spite of the damage
done to it during the Chinese sacking of the
palace. It loomed over them,
rising hundreds of feet in whitewashed splendour up the
mountainside.
It would have been
very convenient if they could have walked straight in, but the palace was
off limits to the general population and kept that way by the Chinese
army. As a result instead of
scaling the series of staircases that led into the structure they were going
to have to make their way up the steep slope to a point where they could
use their climbing gear to scale the
walls. Their target was the Red
Hill at the very top of the structure.
Once there they would use the map they had obtained from Kozlov and
attempt to work their way through the maze of rooms until they reached the
hiding place of the Heart of Tibet.
It would be no easy task.
The map was crude at best and they would have to be careful that their
penetration of the palace was not detected.
Lets
go, Modesty said.
Weve got six hours before morning and well probably
need all of that time.
It had taken them
several hours to move from the outskirts of Lhasa to their present position
below the palace. Now they faced
a stiff climb in the dark followed by the task of climbing the sheer walls
of the palace. It would have
been a daunting task in broad daylight.
In addition, they were also hampered by the thin
air. They would have to rest
frequently if they were not to become
exhausted. To help them out both
Willie and Modesty carried small cylinders of
oxygen. It would be enough, they
hoped, to enable them to complete their task.
It took them two hours
to work their way up the steep brush-covered slope to the base of the
wall. There they rested for a
half hour before using the small crossbow they had brought to fire a grappling
hook to the top of the wall. They
had no idea whether or not that particular section would be guarded, but
the odds were in their favour that it would not
be. The Chinese had no reason
to expect that anyone would be desperate enough to actually want to break
into the palace and it was unlikely that the walls would be
guarded.
Modesty went first,
bracing her feet against the wall and walking her way most of the way
up. Only near the last few feet
did she have to rely completely on the strength of her arms to finish the
climb. Reaching the top, she
quickly scouted for guards and then jerked on the rope to let Willie know
it was safe to follow.
The central area of
the Potala, known as the Red Hill loomed before
them. It was a massive architectural
masterpiece rising almost three hundred feet above the top of the
hill. Inside was a complex maze
of hundreds of rooms, but it was not any of these that they were
seeking. Instead the crudely
drawn map indicated that they were to search the ancient foundations of the
Red Hill.
It was
dangerous. There was no doubt
about that. Just getting into
Tibet risked being thrown into a Chinese
prison. And the Chinese were
incredibly patient jailers. They
thought nothing of keeping someone in jail for as long as it suited them;
even if it meant the victim of incarceration never saw the light of day
again.
But it was nothing
that Willie and Modesty had not done
before. And in this particular
enterprise there was something strongly in their
favour. The Chinese had no reason
to suspect that there was anything of value in the Red
Hill. It was guarded, but more
to keep out any former monks who might have escaped the Chinese purge of
their members; or any of the Buddhist faithful who might seek entry to the
holy sites within the palace. They
would not be expecting anyone like Modesty or Willie, and as a result once
they were past the guards on the outside of the palace there should be no
one guarding the long deserted passages that they sought.
Im ready,
Princess. Willie said, after Modesty had waited a few minutes to recover
his wind after the climb.
Lets finish this dash-and-grab and get out of
ere.
Modesty nodded and
moved silently toward the bulk of the Red Hill, which could now be seen only
as a huge black shadow against the night
sky. Moving from shadow to shadow
so as to avoid any guards who might just happen to be watching, it took half
an hour to reach the immense building and then sneak into one of its many
entrances. As Modesty had hoped
the building was almost deserted and they did not encounter a single guard
as they sought the entrance to the lower levels of the
palace.
Slowly they worked
their way down staircase after darkened
staircase. In spite of the danger
they were forced to make use of a needle thin light to find their way, but
everything went well and another half hour of skulking brought them to the
section of the Potala they sought.
They were facing a blank wall at the bottom of a staircase deep in
the bowels of the palace.
Interesting that no one noticed this stairway went nowhere,
Modesty commented.
I doubt
anyones been down ere for a dogs years, Willie
commented. He took out a hammer
and chisel. Now lets
see how accurate that map is.
Wrapping a length of cloth around the head of the hammer he placed
the chisel against the wall and tapped
lightly. With a slight crunch
the seemingly solid stone gave way, revealing that it was nothing more than
thin plaster. Right, so
far so good. He tapped
with the hammer again, driving a line straight down the
wall. Within minutes he had cut
a hole large enough for him and Modesty to
enter.
Modesty bent forward
and shone her light into the opening.
It revealed little more than
blackness. Modesty took a deep
breath. Well, its
not far now. In half and hour
or so we should know if this map is really worth the millions than Kozlov
paid for it.
Princess,
Willie said quietly, his voice suddenly tinged with
alarm. Theres a light
coming down the stairs.
Damn,
Modesty whispered. It
cant be chance. Someone
must know were here.
Her Berretta was already in her
hand.
Bloody ell,
Princess were like rats in a ole
ere. Weve got to
chance the opening.
Modesty saw that Willie
was right. Trapped at the bottom
of the stairs, there was no way to go but toward the descending light, and
they were completely at the mercy of anyone at the top of the stairs if it
came to a fight. They would have
to chance the hidden passage they had
found.
Quickly then,
Modesty urged. She ducked into
the dark opening just as the sound of heavy boots on the stairs sounded above
them and the light grew brighter.
Inside the hidden
passage they found themselves in a long corridor that ran with a definite
downward slope as far into the darkness as they could
see. With the sounds of pursuit
coming closer they had little choice but to push on, but the thought entered
Modestys mind that if there was no way out then all their pursuers
would have to was wait until they ran out of food and
water. Sooner or later she and
Willie would have to come out.
Come on,
Modesty said. We might
as well see where this goes.
It was a little bit of
desperation. She had studied
the map long enough to remember that the particular passage led to another
maze of corridors. Down one of
them was the hidden cache of gems, but that was little
consolation. There was no way
out that she could remember.
Behind them they could
now hear shouting and then a crash as someone smashed a larger hole in the
plaster wall. A light suddenly
shone toward them, but by then they were far enough Modesty doubted that
they could be seen. Even so,
she and Willie both increased their speed.
They passed by the
corridor that supposedly led to the hidden
treasure. Modesty knew it was
a complete dead end. Their only
hope was to get into the maze of corridors and lose their pursers in the
twists and turns of the labyrinth.
Suddenly there was
a burst of automatic weapons fire from behind
them. Someone was firing blind
into the darkness. Fortunately
he aimed high, the bullets ricocheting off the stone
ceiling. Nevertheless, Modesty
and Willie lost time by diving to the
floor.
There was a shouted
command in Chinese and the shooting stopped, but the sound of heavy boots
thundering through the darkness drove them to their feet again and on down
the corridor. With their tiny
light barely lighting the way, Modesty and Willie plunged
on. They were now beyond what
the map had shown and essentially running blind.
Neither of them saw the pit until
they were stepping into it.
Modesty landed with
a thump. By sheer good luck,
the pit was no more than five feet deep, but it was a good twelve feet across
and the impact with the floor tumbled her across to the other side, knocking
the wind out of her.
Willie, who was a step
or so behind, fell after her and just missed landing his two hundred pounds
on top of her. The air went out
of him with a woof and he lay beside Modesty gasping for
air.
The sound of running
boots came closer and then several flashlights shone into their eyes, blinding
them. Modesty twisted her body,
concealing the map, and stuffed it into a crack in the stone
floor. Orders were shouted down
at them in Chinese and there was little doubt what was being said, but Modesty
held onto her pistol until another voice spoke in heavily accented
English.
Throw down your
weapons, English. We know who
you are. Raise your hands over
your head. You have no
chance. Do it now or we
shoot.
Modesty let her Berretta
drop. With luck no one would
find the map. Beside her Willie
did the same, however, he made no effort to rid himself of the several knives
he had hidden about his person.
Their captors, however, were taking no
chances. Blinded by the lights,
Modesty and Willie squinted up at their captors, but could make out only
dim shadows. It was clear, though
that they were in a hopeless situation and as a result when the next command
came they had little choice but to obey.
Take off clothes,
now. All of
them. Do it fast or we
shoot.
After the requisite
moment of hesitation both Modesty and Willie slowly began to
strip. They dropped each garment
at their feet, hoping that somehow their captors would be stupid enough to
allow them access to the weapons hidden in various secret pockets, but there
was no such luck.
They finally stood
clad in nothing but their underclothes, but that was still not enough for
the man giving the orders.
All clothes off!
Reluctantly, Modesty
obeyed. She felt the apprehension
within her rise as she let her bra drop and then peeled her panties down
her long smooth legs. Now
you come over here. Hands over
head, the man commanded.
Felling incredibly
vulnerable Modesty did as she was told.
She had to consciously focus on controlling her breathing as she stepped
to the edge of the pit. Cold
metal met her wrists and there were two sharp clicks as the handcuffs were
snapped in place. Then hands
gripped her wrists and she was lifted from the
pit. Once out of the pit she
expected the man who had lifted her to let go, but that did not
happed. Instead he continued
to grip her wrists holding her arms in front of her while another man circled
behind her. Then she felt fingers
part her buttocks while she was searched in her most intimate
places.
You bastards.
Willie raged. Ill
ave yer guts for that.
Its alright,
Willie, Modesty said, keeping her voice
calm. Theres nothing
we can do. Completely at
the mercy of their captors, Modesty knew that there only chance was to remain
calm and wait for any possible chance to
escape. Raging at their captors
would not help.
Willie knew it
too. He immediately shut his
mouth and waited for his turn. It
came soon enough. Satisfied that
Modesty was not concealing anything within her body cavities, she was pulled
to one side and forced to her knees under guard, while Willie was hauled
from the pit and given the same
treatment. At the same time one
of the men jumped into the pit and retrieved their
clothing.
You come with
us now, their head captor said.
Modesty could see now that he was a big man, towering over his Chinese
compatriots. He had short black
hair on a bullet head and broad powerful
shoulders. Like the rest of his
men he was dressed in the drab colours of the Chinese military, his rank
distinguish only by two small red stars on his
collar.
Modesty and Willie
were allowed to get to their feet, but to make sure they did not try anything
a rope was tied around each of their necks, connecting
them. Modesty was placed in front
of Willie and another rope was tied around her neck and held by a man in
front. The same thing was done
to Willie, only the man who held his rope walked
behind. Tethered both front and
rear, escape was impossible and in this fashion they were led back the way
they had come.
They climbed stair
after stair until they reached a part of the palace close to where they had
entered. By the time they reached
the end of the climb both Modesty and Willie were sweating in spite of their
nude condition. But for Modesty
there was more to the long climb than the effort it
took. Nude and handcuffed, she
felt the eyes of her captors upon her.
The fact that Willie had been stripped as well did not
matter. She doubted very much
that his body held the same attraction to their captors as hers
did. She could hear murmured
comments in Chinese as the men looked her over, and although she could not
understand what was being said, their hand gestures said a great
deal. It was obvious that they
found her pale skin and relatively large breasts interesting and she could
not help thinking of what had happened to her before in similar
circumstances.
They were marched
to a row of what appeared to be monastic
cells. One of these was thrown
open and Willie was released from the rope and pushed
inside. Then the door was slammed
shut and a heavy deadbolt thrown.
Modesty expected to be put in an adjoining cell, but the officer
commanding her captors shook his head.
Not for you. For
you we have something special.
Modesty had to fight
back her fear as the officer spoke.
The tone was menacing, and clearly intended to intimidate her, but
for Modesty even knowing that he was trying to frighten her did not make
matters any easier, and her fear rose as she was led off with the officer
in the lead. This time with Willie
no longer tethered to her she was paraded between two soldiers, one holding
a rope in front and another behind.
As before, there was no chance to escape and she was marched through
the dark corridors of the palace until they entered a medium sized
room.
Modesty shuddered
as she looked around her. She
had seen places where people had been tortured before and this was certainly
one of them. Long chains ending
in manacles hung from the ceiling and on a shelf against one of the walls
was piled what was clearly electrical
equipment. There was a table
in the middle of the room on which were several short pieces of rubber
hose. On another self were several
tools; hammers, pliers, and a number of sharp
instruments. Several large buckets
of water and a large copper tub were neatly lined up in one
corner. The floor was stained
with what could have been dried blood, feces, or
both. It was a gruesome place
and it took all of Modestys self control not to tremble in
fear.
Modesty was herded
to the centre of the room where she was allowed to stand and think about
what was going to happen to her.
Then the big Chinese officer moved over to
her. I am Lieutenant Chow
Lien. I am going to tell you
what I know and what I dont know.
I know that you are the British criminal, Modesty
Blaise. You are wanted by my
government for many crimes and I can assure you that you will be tried and
punished for them. I also know
that you came here to find the hidden treasure called the Heart of Tibet
and I know that you had a map to guide you.
What I dont know
is where you hid that map. I
expected to find it on your person, but it appears that you either hid the
map or memorized it and then destroyed it.
Chow paused, apparently
to let all of this sink in, then he
continued. You are going
to tell me where the map is or if you have memorized it then you are going
to escort me to where the treasure is.
If you do not I am going to enjoy forcing you to tell me what you
know.
Chow waited, but Modesty
said nothing.
Chow had pretty well laid
it out. He was going to torture
her to make her talk. She doubted
that there was anything she could say to make him change his mind, and from
the way he had spoken and the way his eyes had traveled over her body she
knew he was looking forward to it.
Perhaps you
would prefer that I bring your lover in here and let you watch while I torture
him. It would be interesting
to see how much pain you would let him endure before you
cracked. As he spoke Chow
studied her, clearly gauging her
reaction. He was looking for
the slightest sign of weakness and Modesty gave him
none. In spite of her terrifying
circumstances and Chows continued threats she acted as if nothing he
said had the least bit of influence on
her. The threat to Willie affected
her deeply, but she knew Chow would act on it at once if he thought it was
the key to extracting information.
You are a cold
one, Chow said. You
care nothing for the one you love?
You underestimate
me, Modesty finally replied, her tone dripping with
contempt. Do you really
think I would place the man I love in
danger? Garvin is my employee,
nothing else. A hired
mercenary. Do what you want to
him.
Chow silently considered
her words, and then nodded.
Then it will have to be you.
Do you not value your beauty?
My beauty does
not matter, Modesty said.
You have threatened me with torture, but have given me no incentive
to tell you what I know other than the promise of further
punishment. Perhaps if you agreed
to free me I might consider trading some information for
it.
I make no bargains
with capitalist criminals, Chow
answered. You will tell
me what I want to know or you will suffer.
Modesty had drawn
out the inevitable as long as possible.
She suspected that Chow probably had it in mind to torture her even
if she gave in completely. However,
at the last second she pretended to
break. Alright, she
said. Ill take you
to the treasure. But I want my
clothes. Im
freezing.
The look Chow gave
her clearly indicated disappointment, but he
nodded. Ill give
you back your shirt and pants. Then
you show me.
It was apparent the
lure of finding the fabled treasure was more important than drawing out the
event by torturing her and Modesty was allowed to pull on her
trousers. However, the handcuffs
were not removed and her shirt was draped over her shoulders and the sleeves
pulled under her armpits and tied beneath her breasts to keep it
on. It was not what Modesty had
in mind, but Chow gave her no other
option. Now you show me,
he ordered. He emphasized the
point by turning her toward the door and pushing her in the desired
direction.
Modesty feigned
exhaustion, keeping her pace slow and gasping for
breath. All the while she looked
for some chance to escape. She
had no real plan, she was just looking for any opening that might enable
her to catch her captors off guard.
However, she also had to be patient and wait until any attempt might
have some chance of success. She
guessed that the long flights of stairs might offer the best chance and she
was proved correct.
As they descended
once again into the depths of the palace, Modesty noticed that her guards
were strung out single file. But
more importantly, they seemed lulled into a false sense of security by the
fact that she had offered not the slightest
resistance. She was still tethered,
with a soldier holding the ropes both front and back, but they had allowed
the rope to go slack and no longer appeared to be holding very
tight. In addition, the number
of escorts had been greatly reduced.
There had been over a dozen men present when she and Willie had been
taken prisoner. Now there was
just Chow and four others. It
should have been more than enough to deal with a lone woman, but Modesty
hoped to prove that wrong.
She tripped on the
bottom step as she neared one of the
landings. Tensing her neck muscles
and ignoring the pain of the rope as it tightened about her throat, she jerked
the rope from the hands of the man following
her. The man let out a curse
and tried to recover it, but Modesty was already
moving. The slow pace she had
been allowed to set had allowed her to recover much of her strength and she
launched herself at the two men in front of
her.
She struck the closest
man in the chest with both of her fists, knocking him from the landing and
driving him into the man below him.
They both toppled backward in a tangle of limbs, tumbling down several
of the stone steps. Modesty was
already moving in the other direction, tackling the men above her before
they had a chance to use their weapons.
Stupidly the guard nearest her had grabbed for the rope instead of
drawing his gun. Since Modesty
was leaping toward him that proved to be a useless
acquisition. She reached out,
caught the cuffs of his trousers and jerked hard, yanking his legs out from
under him. He slammed down hard
on the steps his head cracking like a
coconut. Even before he finished
falling Modesty was darting past him toward the fourth
guard. This man had time to draw
his pistol, but he had not time to pull the trigger before Modesty slapped
the barrel aside and then drove her cuffed fists between his
legs. It had the desired
effect. With a scream of pain
the man collapsed, clutching at his private
parts. Now only Chow
remained.
The huge man loomed
over her, a grin on his face.
Surprisingly although
he had more than enough time to draw his gun he had not done so, instead
he leered down at her without the slightest race of
fear. So, the English bitch
has teeth and claws. This is
going to be interesting.
Modesty crouched before
him, breathing heavily. Behind
her she could hear the moans and groans of the men she had
injured. He attack had gone as
planned, almost. She had hoped
to catch Chow as well, but it was obvious that he was more than ready for
her. What she could not figure
out was why he had not drawn his pistol.
Was he that arrogant that he thought he didn't need
it?" Whatever the reason he was
giving her the chance she needed.
Recovering her strength she leapt toward him.
Chow avoided her attack
easily, stepping farther back and using the fact that he stood higher than
her to move out of the way.
That the best you can do? he
taunted. You wont
get away unless you can get past me, and I am
waiting.
Modesty slowly moved
up the steps. Chow was playing
with her, but the mere fact that he dared to do so after watching her take
out four of his men probably meant that he was confident of his
abilities. It wouldnt do
to underestimate him. However,
he was right; if she wanted to escape she had to go past
him.
Chow continued to
retreat until he reached the next landing and there he waited for
her. It was a rather small arena,
barely ten feet long and six feet wide.
There was little room for Modesty to maneuver against her much larger
opponent, but she didnt have much
choice. She approached him, balancing
on the balls of her bare feet and then launched her
attack.
Her handcuffed wrists
impeded her, but she still had her feet.
She moved toward, feinted with her hands, and then pivoting on her
left foot drove her right foot toward Chows
groin. Like a great cat Chow
darted back and Modestys foot caught
air. She jerked her leg back
as Chows hand whipped out in an attempt to catch hold of her and then
spun in a complete circle, driving her heel into his
thigh. The huge man jumped back
with a grunt of pain. Her heel
had dug into the muscle of his thigh, a possible disabling blow, but Chow
appeared to be only limping slightly and clearly on his
guard. Modesty stepped back,
watching for another opening.
Chow edged his leg
slightly forward and Modesty went for it, attempting to sweep his foot as
he transferred his weight to it. At
the last instant Chow lifted his foot and crashed his body into
hers. Too late Modesty realized
what he was trying to do. He
had her pinned in a bear hug and using his weight he slammed her to the
floor.
Modesty just had time
to tense her diaphragm enough to prevent the air from being knocked out of
her, but Chow now had her at a serious
disadvantage. Her wrists were
still handcuffed and she could not fight effectively as he shifted his weight
on top of her. He grabbed her
wrists and forced them over her head and then twisted her arms while rising
slightly. Modesty gasped as he
threatened to break her arms and twisted as he desired, leaving him on top
of her back, his great weight pushing her to the
floor. She couldnt move
and her struggles in the thin air soon had her close to
exhaustion.
She lay still attempting
to figure out what Chow was up to.
She could feel him moving slightly on top of her, fumbling for something,
and then she felt him shift his weight forward, pinning her wrists tight
against the floor. There was
the chink of metal on metal and suddenly her left wrist was free of the shackle
that held it. But not for
long. With the handcuffs unlocked
from one wrist Chow was free to rearrange her
arms. He pulled them behind her
in spite of Modestys best efforts to take advantage of the situation
and break free and then locked the cuff on her wrist again leaving her arms
shackled behind her back.
Now English
bitch I am going to have a little fun with you before I begin the formal
interrogation. Chow raised
his body and grabbing Modestys arms, rolled her over on her back before
settling his weight back down on her.
Modesty stared up
at the huge man. He was kneeling
with his weight over her hips, holding her helpless against the cold stone
floor. She was well aware of
the fact that in the struggle her shirt had slipped away, leaving her naked
to the waist. Her rose pink nipples
hardened in the cool air and jutted up from her rounded
breasts. Chow reached down and
closed his thumb and forefinger over each nipple and squeezed slowly until
Modesty winced. She tried to
maintain her composure, but she knew that Chow intended to punish her for
her escape attempt and she knew how he intended to punish
her. She had no defence against
what he was going to do. She
could only lie helpless and try desperately not to
scream.
Chow shifted his hands
to her breasts sinking his fingers into her firm
flesh. Beautiful,
he murmured. He tightened his
grip until Modesty grunted in pain and then he released
her. Moving his hands lower he
began to unbuckle her belt.
Modesty realized her
breath was quickening, but she could only control it with a great
effort. Her breasts and nipples
throbbed with pain where Chows fingers had mauled them and she was
terrified about what was about to happen.
Her loins throbbed, remembering the pain and humiliation when Kozlov
and Rawlins had raped her and it was about to happen
again. Without thinking she began
to struggle, attempting to rise up on her elbows, as Chow opened the top
of her trousers and began to work them over her buttocks and down her thighs,
while at the same time trying to keep her pinned.
You wriggle
like a fish, and you are going to wiggle a lot more before Ive finished
with you. Chow said as he slipped her trousers over her
knees. He shifted his weight
off her so that he could pull them down the rest of the way and over her
feet. Modesty responded with
a burst of energy as she made a futile attempt to break
away. She kicked out at him but
he caught her ankles and held her there, and then grinning in triumph he
slowly pulled her legs apart and moved between
them.
She grunted with the
effort to escape as he unbuckled his belt and removed his sidearm and then
began to unbutton his trousers. He
slipped them over his hips, freeing his engorged
member. Modesty could smell the
strong male scent as he stroked his thick
phallus. I like the way
you fight, Chow said.
It is going to make this so much more
satisfying.
He pushed his knees
against the inside of her thighs and placed his hands on her hips and then
drew her to him, spreading her wide in spite of Modestys almost frenzied
efforts to keep her legs together.
Terror drove her efforts, wiping away her usual response, which was
to become semi-comatose. Her
brutal rape at Kozlovs hands had shown her that did not work and now
overcome by the fear of what was about to happen to her she gave in to near
panic, her chest heaving, and her firm breasts quivering as Chow moved to
penetrate her.
He eased his way into
her, enjoying her frantic efforts to escape as he parted the lips of her
vulva. Modesty gave a low moan
of pain and terror and then gritted her teeth as he began to slowly thrust
in and out of her, each penetrating thrust taking him a little deeper until
she was fully impaled. Then he
stroked in and out of her, slowly increasing his speed until he was pounding
her like a pneumatic hammer.
Modesty managed not to scream, but sweat streamed from her body and
she panted like a steam engine climbing a steep grade as the brutal rape
progressed. Chow seemed inexhaustible
and he pounded her until Modestys senses reeled from the shock of her
ordeal. And then he spurted into
her with a loud cry of satisfaction.
Slowly Chow got to
his feet and pulled up his pants.
He loomed over the beaten woman he had just brutally raped and stared
down at her. That was
excellent, he gasped.
I shall have to do it again.
But in the meantime it is only fitting that you serve the men you
attacked.
For a few seconds
Modesty did not comprehend what Chows words meant, and then she sensed
the presence of others behind her.
Chow said something in Chinese and Modesty looked up as one of the
men she had beaten loomed over her.
He was slowly unbuttoning his trousers and behind him were two of
the other men, calmly waiting their turn.
No! she moaned.
No!
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