I think I will get some tea, said
Melissa rising from her seat in the first class
Why dont I just ring for the porter? asked Larra reaching for the bell.
No, I need to stretch my legs. Im getting bored watching scenery.
Fine, replied Larra. Ill just stay here and read. She picked up her book, a thick tome on Canadian geography.
Ill be back in a little while, Melissa said pulling the door open.
Alright, knock three times and Ill let you in.
Larra wasnt taking any chances. This mission was too important for that. They were traveling first class and Larra had booked two private compartments. One for herself and Melissa and one for Sawatis and the other guide he had chosen, Jean Lemaire. Unfortunately the compartments were not in the same car. The exigencies of wartime had made it less convenient to travel and so she had taken what was available. If the war did not go well, travel was likely to become even more difficult.
She looked out the window. The endless Canadian landscape rolled by. For the first day or so of travel, Larra had found it quite interesting, but after several hundred miles of looking at trees, she had picked up her book. It wouldnt hurt to learn all she could about where she was going.
Two taps sounded at the door. Larra frowned. She had told Melissa three taps. She would have to impress upon the girl the importance of following instructions. She got up and opened the door.
Aaahhh! Larras eyes felt like they were on fire. She couldnt breathe. Her lungs burned. Her eyes streaming with tears, she staggered away from the door. She had no way of avoiding the large fist that came at her head.
The blow knocked her across the compartment. Dazed, she tried to get up and defend herself, only to receive a second blow to her midriff. Blinded and gasping for air, she was unprepared for the punch and it knocked the air out of her.
Grab her arms, called out a mans voice. Larra opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came, and then something, she guessed a handkerchief, was stuffed into it.
Struggling wildly, she felt her arms being pinned behind her back. Someone grabbed the long braid she usually wore when on a mission, and jerked her head back. From the feel of the hands on her body, she judged that there were at least two men in the compartment.
Ive got her now, the mans voice said, as Larra felt her wrists being secured. During the struggle her dress had been pushed up over her knees. Now she felt a hand groping between her thighs.
Leave that, idiot, said the voice. Weve got to get her out of here. By Now Larras ankles were bound as well. She was completely helpless. Her eyes and lungs still burned from whatever had been thrown into her face when she had stupidly opened the door. She guessed that it was probably cayenne pepper.
Corridors clear, said the voice. Lets get her moved, before her girlfriend comes back.
Unable to resist, Larra felt herself being picked up and tossed across one of the mens shoulders like a sack of potatoes. She was not carried far. Apparently, her abductors had a compartment close by. Probably in the same car. She was dumped unceremoniously on the seat of the compartment.
By now, the tears streaming from her eyes had cleared some of the cayenne from them. She was able to see a little. There were two men as she had guessed. Both quite massively built.
"Make sure that gag is tight," said one of the men. He sported a small neat mustache and had sandy hair. "She's probably going to squeal a bit when we start questioning her."
"Right," said the other man. He was dark-haired and clean-shaven, but sported a dark five o'clock shadow. He moved behind her and tightened the gag.
The other man made sure that her legs were tied tight, adding a loop of rope just above her knees and tying her thighs tight. Clean-shaven moved beside her, his eyes sweeping over her body. "Man, we got a real catch here." He squeezed his hand between her silken thighs. "Seems like a waste of time just to ask her a few questions."
"Control yourself," said Mustache. "The boss wants information. Maybe we can play with her later."
But Clean-shaven already had his fingers pressing against Larra's vulva, pushing his fingers into the soft folds of her labia. Only Larra's black lace panties prevented his fingers from penetrating her.
Larra fought to break free, squirming at the intrusion. "God," she thought, "how do I get myself into these situations? All I had to do was pay attention to my own instructions. Should have known that Melissa would remember the code."
"Ha!" exclaimed Clean-shaven. "I think she likes it."
"Leave her, I said. Let's get on with this. It is only a matter of time before someone notices she is missing."
"Alright, but I'm gonna do a little exploring after we've found out what we want to know."
Mustache ripped open Larra's silk blouse, revealing her bra-covered breasts. "Geez," exclaimed Clean-shaven, "what a set of melons!"
"Then you're probably going to like this part," said Mustache. He snapped Larra's bra, allowing her large pink-nippled breasts to bounce free.
There was a moment of silence as both men took in the impressive sight. Mustache finally broke the stillness. "Got the clamps?" he asked.
"Right here," answered Clean-shaven. He pulled a large ring clamp from out of his coat pocket. Larra recognized it as a device that was usually used to clamp two large diameter pipes together. With a flash of understanding she suddenly realized its purpose. Wrenching her body, she almost broke free of Mustache's grasp, but it was a hopeless reaction. With her arms and legs bound, there was no way she could escape. Her only hope was that her struggles might delay the brutal torture that the two men had planned for her.
Mustache wrapped his arm around her neck, holding her in a headlock and pulling her back onto the seat between his legs. Clean-shaven straddled her thighs, using his legs to hold her in place. Then he slipped the clamp over her left breast. It was an almost perfect fit, forming a ring of steel around the trembling globe. Then placing his hand against the middle of her chest, he held her as still as he could, while using his other hand to tighten the clamp.
Larra fought like a wildcat as the clamp tightened about her breast, but Mustache kept a tight hold on her, bending her head forward in a hammerlock. Slowly the ring of steel cut into her trembling flesh, causing her breast to bulge out like an over-inflated balloon. The swollen globe turned bright red as the blood flow within it was constricted. Larra began to make strange noises beneath her gag.
Alright, now to the questioning, said Clean-shaven. Then his face creased in a frown. I just thought of something. How we gonna question her with the gag in her mouth.
Well have to take it out, suggested Mustache. Then he frowned. But if I do that shell scream bloody murder.
Clean-shaven looked at the writhing adventuress. Maybe we should just have some fun with her and leave the questioning until later.
Those werent the orders, grunted Mustache, struggling to keep hold of Larras heaving body. Christ, she bucks like a horse. He thought for a second. Maybe youre right. We could ride her a little and get her to calm down.
Now youre talking, agreed Clean-shaven enthusiastically. But lets just make sure that she doesnt get too bouncy. As he spoke, he bent Larras knees and hog-tied her ankles to her wrists. Only then did he remove the ropes holding her thighs.
Larra moaned in pain. The metal band constricting the blood flow in her left breast hurt about as badly as anything that had ever been done to her. The swollen gland was beet-red and the nipple on top was inflamed and ultra-sensitive. She groaned again, as Clean-shaven squeezed it between his thumb and forefinger.
To make matters worse, Mustache was now spreading her legs, and had his hand inside her lace panties. Already one of his meaty fingers was probing her tight cleft.
Christ, Mustache swore, if I didnt know better I swear this bitch was a virgin. He pushed his finger deeper, delighting in the tight fit of Larras love tunnel. Damn, he muttered, this is gonna be some fun.
Tap Tap! Both men jerked their heads toward the door. What the hell, exclaimed Mustache.
Tickets! called out a male voice.
Mustache looked perplexed. Didnt you give the tickets to the conductor just outside of
Sure did, answered Clean-shaven.
Mustache took out a knife and held it to Larras throat. Cut out that whimpering, he ordered. You give us away and Im gonna give you a new mouth.
Larra quieted, although the pain was almost driving her mad. Mustache nodded to Clean-shaven. Open the door a crack and see what he wants. Show him the ticket stubs.
Clean-shaven went to the door and unlocked it. Placing his foot against if to prevent sudden entry he edged it open an inch.
Aaahh! Clean-shaven staggered back from the door, his hands clawing at his eyes. An acrid smell filled the air. Then with a crash the door burst open.
Mustache reached into his jacket, reaching for his gun. But a stinging jet of foam hit him right in the face. With a shout of pain, he too clutched at his eyes. Then two large men crashed into the room. One grabbed Mustache and swung his body like a sack of potatoes, bouncing him off the wall of the compartment. The other hurtled into Clean-shaven, and drove his fist several times into his face. Both thugs slumped to the floor unconscious.
Dont you dare look! shouted Melissa as she followed Sawatis and Lemaire into the compartment and interposed herself between Larra and the two men. She was referring, of course to Larras charms, which were fully revealed. Just deal with those two. Ill look after
Ooh, that must have hurt, said the girl, as she released the pressure on the clamp holding Larras breast. Then realizing that Larra could not answer, she untied the strip of cloth and pulled the gag out of her mouth.
Larra gasped for breath. The gag had made it very difficult to breathe, and her exertions when threatened first with torture, and then with rape had left her so short of breath that she was close to fainting. Melissa pulled her blouse closed and then untied her hands and feet.
Thank you, gasped Larra. She rearranged her skirt so that her shapely thighs were once again covered and buttoned her blouse. By this time, Sawatis and Lemaire had Mustache and Clean-shaven trussed up and gagged. The two men groaned as they started to regain consciousness.
Larra rubbed her wrists and ankles. She would have liked to rub her left breast as well, but decided to leave it until she had a little more privacy. It still hurt like Hell.
You OK, Larra? asked Sawatis. Lemaire too looked at her with some concern, now that Melissa was not guarding her like a mother hen.
Yes, Im fine. Or at least I will be in a little while. Thank you for saving me.
Oh, it was nothing. It was Melissas idea to use the fire extinguisher. Worked pretty well too. Me and Jean just added some muscle.
Well, Im glad you did. Larra looked at Melissa appraisingly. The girl blushed. Thank you Melissa, that was quick thinking.
I I just wish Id found you faster. Before those two men
Never mind, said Larra. You found me in time. How did you know where I was anyway?
Process of elimination. I just asked the porter who was in each compartment and eliminated those who seemed unlikely to have kidnapped you. This compartment was the only one that had two large men who kept to themselves, and the only one whose door was locked. I tried the handle before I knocked. I guess the two men were so busy that they didnt hear me rattle the handle.
Yes, said Larra wincing a little at the pain in her breast. They were busy. She turned to look at the two trussed up thugs. Lets see if we can find out why they were so interested in me.
Sawatis and Lemaire grabbed hold of Mustache and hauled him onto the seat. Larra stood directly in front of the groggy man and slapped him awake. The thug opened his eyes. Larra slapped him again, the force of the blow snapping the mans head viciously to one side.
We werent properly introduced, Larra said. You seem to know who I am. What is your name?
Mustache licked his lips, blood coming from a cut inside his mouth. By way of answer, he merely sneered and shrugged.
Larra nodded. It seems our friend is reluctant to speak. Sawatis, open the window and let in some air.
Somewhat bemused, Sawatis pulled the window down. The chill October air blew harshly into the compartment. Melissa, said Larra, put a gag in his mouth. I dont want him shouting when he is thrown out of the train.
Mustache sneered again. You bitch. You ain't got the guts to toss me off.
Not right away, replied Larra. Sawatis, tell me when one of those trestles comes up again. I want the water to break his fall.
You dont mmmpphh! Mustache was cut off as Melissa stuffed a gag into his mouth.
Nod if you change your mind, Larra said, almost casually. Jean, help Sawatis carry our friend to the window.
Mmmmpph! Mustache protested as the two powerfully built men lifted him to his feet.
Larra poked her head out the open window. There is a trestle about a mile or so ahead, just around this bend. When we are right over the centre of it toss him out the window.
Mustache struggled to break free. It took a good two minutes for the train to round the curve and reach the trestle. The hollow sound of the wheels crossing the wooden structure rumbled up from below. Sawatis and Lemaire tightened their grip preparing to give the helpless thug the heave-ho. Suddenly, the man began nodding vigorously.
Damn, said Larra, calmly. I was looking forward to that. But it seems he has changed his mind.
The struggling man was pulled back into the compartment, but Larra kept the window open. Im going to remove the gag, she said, but I want to hear some intelligent answers. Waste my time and Ill get rid of you and question your friend instead. She nodded toward the open window for emphasis.
Mustache suddenly became very talkative. My name is Al Stoddard. Me and Jake, here, he gestured toward the semi-conscious Mustache, was hired in Trawna to find out what you was up to.
Who hired you?
Dont know. Some Brit could tell by his accent. But he wouldnt let me see his face. Always met in a dark room. Gave us a thousand to follow you and pick you off the train.
Larra frowned. She suspected Stoddard was telling the truth. Even if he wasnt, she had no way of checking on him. What were you supposed to ask me?
Where you were going and what you had been sent to find. Said I could use any means I liked to get the information.
Once you were finished questioning me, what were you supposed to do with me?
Stoddard shifted uneasily. He said to get rid of you. Told me to use my own imagination in doing that.
Larras eyes narrowed. She could imagine what the two men would have done with her once they had gotten whatever information out of her they could. If Melissa and the two men hadnt shown up
Toss this garbage out the window, she said in disgust.
Wait a minute, objected Lemaire. These men abducted you and were about to I mean Shouldnt we turn them over to the RCMP?
Yeah, agreed Stoddard, his face beaded with sweat, the RCMP.
Larra looked at Sawatis. He returned an impassive stare. She turned back to Lemaire. Police investigations take time. I want to get on with my expedition. As you have probably figured out, it is rather important.
And dont worry about hurting these two. Well wait until the train slows and toss them into a soft spot.
Stoddard opened his mouth to yell for help, but Melissa neatly packed the gag back into it.
Alright, agreed Lemaire, but Im not going to murder anyone.
I have no intention of murder, Jean, replied Larra with a smile that would have melted a glacier. You pick the spot. Find a nice safe place. But dont take too long. I want these two to have a nice long walk back to civilization.
Lemaire nodded. Oh, said Larra, I almost forgot. Loosen the ropes on their hands before you dump them.
Larra strode to the compartment door, and making sure the corridor was clear, headed back to her own compartment, Melissa following.
Back in her compartment, Larra stripped of her blouse. Ooh, that looks nasty, exclaimed Melissa, looking at the swollen purple flesh around Larras left breast.
It feels nasty, responded Larra, gingerly peeling off her bra. Look in my cosmetics bag and get me an unlabeled jar full of white ointment. It should help this heal faster.
Sure thing, replied Melissa, a little embarrassed to see Larra strip in front of her, but trying to act nonchalant. She found the jar and handed it to Larra.
Gingerly, Larra rubbed the ointment from the jar into the bruise. It was a special compound she had helped develop from the rejuvenating water from the mystical healing spring that John Grey had shown her when she was in the Lost World. It had worked wonders on minor injuries before.
That was a good bluff you used on that thug, threatening to throw him off a trestle, Melissa chimed in, trying to make conversation.
Larras violet eyes flared up briefly. Who was bluffing? she asked, her face completely blank.