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Larras
Mayan Adventure
Amy awoke with a
start. It took her a few moments
to remember where she was. Then
she recalled her predicament.
Gonzales was gone, but she was still
chained. She moaned as
she tried to move. Her
vagina was still sore from the workout Gonzales had given it the night
before. She wondered where he
was and where the servants were.
There did not seem to be anyone around at
all. She tried to struggle to
a sitting position. Her wrists
were still chained to her ankles and any movement was difficult, but after
a number of tries she succeeded.
The silence of the palace was
eerie. She wondered if she should
call out, but had no wish to be raped again and so remained
silent. Perhaps if she were left
alone long enough she would be able to get out of her
chains.
Then, from the outside she heard loud
noises. At first she was not
certain, but then it became clear.
It was the sound of gunfire!
A lot of gunfire! For
a few seconds her heart leapt. Was
it Larra come to rescue her? Then
she realized that from the sheer volume of firing that it could not be Larra
and Katie. Two women could not
be firing that many weapons. This
was verified a few seconds later, when a high pitched screaming sound followed
by a large explosion shook the temple.
Larra and Katie had no such explosive
devices.
Outside she could now hear loud screams
and shouts, and the sound of a great many people
running. The sound of the firing
got closer and closer, diminishing in frequency as it did
so. Then she heard the sound
of heavy boots trampling in the outer courtyard, accompanied by many screams
and shouts and a sudden increase in
firing.
Boots?
That worried Amy, and she began to strain at the chains that held
her. She was still struggling
when a rush of heavy footsteps announced the arrival of several heavily armed
men. They poured into the chamber
and halted staring in wonder at the helpless
woman. What have we
here? asked one of them in wonder.
A hollow feeling descended into Amys
stomach. The man was speaking
German.
The man who had spoken turned to one of the
other men. Get Schroeder,
I think we have found something to interest
him. Then he addressed
the rest of the men in the room.
Search the rest of this place, Ill keep an eye on
her.
All of the men except the one who seemed to
be in charge quickly left the room.
The one remaining man just stood there taking in Amys naked
and helpless form. He licked
his lips, but said nothing.
Amy found her
voice. Please help me,
she pleaded, I was taken prisoner by the
Maya.
The man did not respond, he seemed to be waiting
for something. A few minutes
passed. Amy repeated her
request. Will you help
me?
Before the man could answer there was the
sound of heavy boots striding into the palace and a few seconds later the
imposing and menacing figure of Schroeder
appeared. Well, look
whos here. the heavyset German
leered. Its the little
bitch who spoiled my fun in
Amy began to tremble, she did not like the
sound of that. And she knew that
she could hardly expect fair treatment at the hands of
Schroeder. She tried
anyway. Please Herr Schroeder,
can you not help me?
Schroeder glowered at
her. Oh, I think I can,
Fraulein. Ill help you
satisfy some of my men.
Amy began to pull against her bonds
again. Schroeders threat
was unmistakable and quite terrifying.
Get her out of those chains, Schroeder
ordered. They look
uncomfortable, but put these on
her. Schroeder tossed a
pair of handcuffs to the man who had remained with her.
In a few minutes the man managed to unhook
the numerous chains and belts that Gonzales had bound her with, but just
before he unhooked the last link he clicked the pair of handcuffs over her
wrists, fastening them behind her back.
He then hauled Amy to her feet.
Please, she begged, could you please get me some
clothes?
You dont really need clothes in
this climate, the man joked.
Then he added: Anyway I dont think clothes would fit in
with what Schroeder has in mind for
you. On that note, he seized
her arm and propelled her toward the doorway.
Amy considered trying to fight it
out. Her feet were free and he
was just one man, but she hesitated and suddenly it was too
late. She and her escort were
out in the courtyard and it was filled with Schroeder and about a dozen of
his men. She cursed herself for
being indecisive. Now it was
too late to try anything.
All eyes turned to the naked woman as she
was marched down the steps. A
murmur of appreciation went up from the assembled
men. Amy was horrified to see
the bodies of dead and dying Mayan men and women strewn about the
courtyard. It was apparent that
the Germans had not been particularly careful about whom they killed when
they seized control of the palace.
With a shock Amy saw the body of Gonzales lying in a bloody
heap. It had been riddled with
bullets, and had fallen amongst a number of his warriors and
handmaidens. Apparently he had
tried to defend his palace and the Germans had shot him to
pieces. Pitifully he clutched
an antiquated revolver in one hand and a few feet away Amys own pistol
lay on the ground. He had never
had a chance against the well-armed and well-trained German
invaders. Strangely, Amy felt
no hatred of the man who had violated her, only
pity. He had died defending his
chosen people and they had obviously tried to help
him.
As Amy took in the bloody scene a German carrying
a submachine gun rushed into the
courtyard. The city is
secure, Untersturmfuehrer, the man
shouted. The Indians have
all run away.
Excellent, said Schroeder, now
we can get down to business. But
first, a little recreation.
And he looked directly at Amy.
Naked, handcuffed, and exposed to the stares
of a dozen men, Amy tried to return Schroeders gaze as calmly as she
could, but inside she was quaking.
Schroeder caught her
gaze. We have a proud one
here, men, he said.
Lets see if we cant teach her a few
manners. Schroeder moved
menacingly toward her and Amy did what she should have done earlier; she
kicked him directly in the testicles.
With a scream of agony, Schroeder doubled
up grasping his private parts in both
hands. The man beside Amy grabbed
her hair and forced her onto her knees.
Auggh, you bitch, Schroeder gasped, slowly rising to his
feet. You will pay dearly
for that. Spread
her!
Several men moved forward and caught hold
of Amys arms and legs. In
a few moments, she was spread-eagled on the ground, with Schroeder advancing
threateningly toward her.
Frightened thoughts raced through Amys
mind. She considered begging
for mercy, but decided that would be exactly what Schroeder would
want. It would make his violation
of her that much more pleasurable.
Schroeder, loomed over her and then slowly
unbuttoned his pants. I
would like to give you the same treatment that I gave your friend
For a brief second Amy felt a surge of
elation. Larra was
alive! Then she realized what
Schroeder had said. His words
filled her with fear.
Schroeder had unbuttoned his pants, allowing
his erect penis to pop into view.
It was enormous! Even
having lost her virginity, Amy did not think it was possible that so huge
a member could fit inside her. She
gave a frightened gasp that betrayed her
fear. Not so bold now are
we Fraulein? Schroeder gloated.
Pointing to the stone dais that Gonzales had sat on, Schroeder ordered:
Bring her over here.
Amy began to struggle as the four men carried
her over to the dais, but she was completely powerless in their
hands. Hold her face
down, Schroeder ordered.
Amy was bent over the stone, her firm breasts
pushed into its hard surface. She
felt Schroeder position himself between her
legs. Desperately, she tried
to raise her foot to strike at him, but he was standing too close to
her. A surge of panic filled
her as she felt him slide his erect manhood between her legs, so that it
rested just under her vagina. His
powerful hands fondled the cheeks of her tight
ass. God, he said,
Id love to give these the same treatment as I gave to
Schroeders continued reference to his
torture of Larra dismayed Amy, but she was also in great fear for herself
as he began his assault on her.
Schroeder moved his hands over Amys
buttocks and swept them up to the small of her
back. Then he slid them down
under her armpits and seized each of her pert
breasts. Amy cringed as his touch,
and tried to move away from his grasping, squeezing
hands. The movement, however,
brought her vagina into firm contact with the tip of his
penis. Oh God! thought
Amy.
Franticly, Amy began to shift her well-developed
derriere back and forth, trying to find some way to avoid what was about
to happen to her. Sarcastically,
Schroeder cheered her on.
Thats it, bitch, make it
interesting.
Amy continued to struggle, almost crying in
frustration and fear. Schroeder
squeezed her breasts hard, and then pulled them down, as if he was trying
to milk a cow.
Ooww!
Amy cried. Then, he released
her breasts, and placing his hands on her hips, he thrust suddenly forward,
driving his rigid member into her tight
vagina. The force of his thrust
pushed him past her labia and three inches into her tight love
canal.
Aaaaahhhaaaa!
Amy screamed. She had tried to
suppress it, but the sudden pain caused it to burst from her lips without
her bidding.
Oohh!
Oohh! Oohh! she cried at each further thrust, as Schroeder
penetrated her still farther.
Ohh
God, Please stop! Amy
shrieked,
Youre
hurting me!
Schroeder played no attention to the
redheads cries for mercy. He
continued to push into the delightfully tight young
female. This was ecstasy, she
was even tighter than the Oriental bitch he had screwed the previous
day. He was now a full five inches
within her and her continual struggles were almost driving him
wild. He shoved into her as hard
as he could.
Eeeaaaggghh! Amy screamed. The pain was
incredible. She couldnt
take much more.
Eeeeeeeaaaagggghhh! she screeched.
She was yelling at the top of
her lungs, and Schroeder still had five inches to go.
Schroeder partially withdrew from the screaming
woman, giving himself a bit more of a run at her vaginas final
defenses. Then he attacked again,
penetrating almost the full length of his phallus.
Eeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaagggggghhh!! Schroeder
thought Amys scream would never
end. He began a rhythmic pumping
of her tortured vagina. Moving
steadily back and forth as he brought himself to
orgasm. With a yell of triumph
and ecstasy he ejaculated into Amys
womb. He then withdrew, leaving
the ravaged woman sobbing on the stone
dais.
Amys sobs soon turned to shrieks again, as the next man took his place.
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