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Chapter
11
Valessa
Valessa scrambled up the rocky
slope. Her clothes were torn
and dirty and her elbows and knees were badly
bruised. She had ridden in panic
down the mountain trail and fallen off her
jarah. Now she fled for her life
as her pursuers closed in about her.
The mountain slope was thick with brush that
further tore at her clothing. She
could hear her pursuers cursing as they tried to force their way through
the heavy undergrowth. It was
the only advantage she enjoyed. The
men were on foot as their jarahs could not be ridden through the heavy growth,
but they were right behind her and she was tiring
fast. She tried not to think
of what her pursuers would do to her if they caught
her. Somehow she had to get
away. The lives of her mistress
and her master depended on it.
A slight break in the bush gave her
hope. It appeared that someone
had cleared away the trees. She
stumbled forward. The outlines
of a rustic cabin appeared a hundred yards
away. Her heart
leapt. Perhaps there was someone
who could help her. Mustering
the last of her strength she ran from the trees and across the open
space.
Her heart sank before she even reached the
cabin. Weeds grew in the yard
and the posts supporting the porch roof had
collapsed. There had been no
one living there for at least several
winters. No, she
whimpered. She looked over her
shoulder; the brush parted and three men
emerged.
Almost exhausted she headed for the other
side of the clearing, but her foot caught on broken fence rail and she fell
full length. The men were on
her before she could regain her feet.
Haahaa!
Look what we got here, the first pursuer
said.
Let me go! Valessa
screamed. She kicked out at the
man as he grabbed her arm. He
laughed loudly as he caught her wrist and with a quick motion twisted her
arm behind her, holding her easily in spite of her desperate
struggles.
A real bitchcat, Varens, laughed
one of the other men.
Varens laughed with
him. Youre right
there, Dhells. Its going
to be fun knocking that out of her.
The third man began to strip off his
pants. He was much larger than
the other two and had apparently decided he was going to go
first. What in the name
of the gods are you doing, Hrag?
Youre going to take her out
here? Lets take her to
the cabin. Might as well be
comfortable while we have some fun with her.
Just so as you remember I get her
first, Hrag growled.
Please let me go, Valessa pleaded,
her dark brown eyes wide with terror.
Her legs had turned to jelly and she could hardly
stand. Only Varens hands
on her body kept her from falling.
All three men laughed at her
fear. Sure well let
you go, Varens leered, just as soon as were finished enjoying
you for as long as possible. But
I expect you might have a little trouble walking, Varens
said.
No, Valessa
cried. She went down on her
knees. Please, just take
me to my mistress.
I expect your mistress might be rather
busy, Dhells chuckled.
She has a few more men to entertain than you
do. Anyway, what are you going
on about? Its not as if
you havent done this before.
The look that crossed Valessas face
told every one of the men the truth.
The Gods! Dhells said.
This is a treat.
Weve got ourselves a virgin.
Hrag grabbed Valessas arm and began
to drag her toward the cabin as she screamed protests and finally broke down
and sobbed.
The three men paid her no attention, laughing
and joking as they hauled her step by step toward the
cabin. Hrag kicked open the
door. Inside it was almost dark,
the only light coming through a few gaps in the
roof. I dont like
this place, Hrag said.
Lets just take her outside.
Dhells shook his
head. Weve got a
storm coming. Look, theres
a fireplace. Ill get some
wood. Varens will get the jarahs
and well set up here.
Were going to be grinding our little virgin for a long
time. Might as well be
comfortable. Theres a cot
in the corner. Why dont
you see if the mattress is any good?
Alright, Hrag reluctantly
agreed. He let go of Valessa
and the girl collapsed. She was
so terrified that her legs were like
jelly. The matter of fact way
the three men talked about their plans for raping her had her close to fainting
with horror.
It took about half and hour to get the cabin
in order and fetch the jarahs and give them some
feed. All that time Hrag sat
on the cot with his eyes on Valessa while the girl huddled in a
corner. She thought of making
a run for the door, but realized that there was no chance of
escaping. Hrag would run her
down inside of five strides.
Varens finally stomped back into the
cabin. Its
snowing, he announced.
Good thing our little virgin led us to this
cabin.
Hrag
grunted. Im taking
her now, He rose from the cot and grabbed Valessas
arm.
Oh please dont hurt me,
she begged. She was so frightened
her teeth chattered.
The huge bandit ignored her, grinning as he
pushed her down on the cot. It
took him only a few seconds to strip Valessas clothes from her especially
as Varens and Dhells both helped hold her
down. The girl sobbed helplessly
as her body was exposed. Then
she screamed in fear as Hrag forced her legs
apart. He had already unlaced
his codpiece and his massive organ stood ready.
Valessa made one last effort to avoid her
fate attempting to kick Hrag, but he caught her legs and pushing them apart
slid between her velvet thighs.
Valessa screamed.
Hrags organ seemed impossibly
huge.
No,
please dont hurt me! she
shrieked. Then he thrust into
her.
Aaagghhh! It
hurt more than Valessa would have
believed. Her virgin vagina was
ripped open by Hrags huge organ as he buried himself deep within
her. As she bucked in pain, he
penetrated her to the full length of his shaft, forcing her wide and sending
searing waves of pain into her.
You like that, you little cat?
Hrag leered. It gets
better. He withdrew a little
and then began to satisfy himself by repeatedly thrusting in and out of
her. At the same time, both Varens
and Dhells teased her dark brown nipples, twisting and pinching the sensitive
buds.
Valessa sobbed in
pain. She had known that some
men were brutal in their treatment of women, but what was being done to her
surpassed anything she had expected.
She was a beautiful and helpless young woman and the brutes that had
captured her treated her no better than an
animal. It was a stunning exposure
after the world of comfort she had been used
to.
Hrag was a brutal
man. He used no finesse in his
vicious violation, driving into Valessas soft, yielding interior like
a driller searching for water, but fortunately his sexual endurance was
limited. With a grunt of satisfaction
he released his seed into her.
Now its my turn, Varens
said.
Where Hrag had been crude, Varens was more
patient. He took his time, enjoying
himself to the full. Come
on my little cat, he said as he penetrated
Valessa. Move a
little. You might as well enjoy
this.
Valessas only reply was a broken
sob. How could she possibly enjoy
so brutal an introduction to the ways of
men? Have it your way
then, Varens said. He reached
out and taking Valessas breasts in his hands squeezed them
cruelly.
Valessa screamed and twisted her
body. Thats it,
Varens exulted. Move that
tight backside. Gripping
her hips hard he pushed deep within her.
It took Varens a long time to rape her, enjoying
himself for as long as possible before Dhells nagging finally convinced him
to finish. Then Dhells took
her. Although he was last, the
pain was every bit as great.
Valessas love tunnel was raw and bleeding from the first two
men. Every stroke of Dhells
member ripped her like sandpaper, leaving her crying brokenly when he was
finished.
It was only then that Valessa realized what
she was truly in for. As Dhells
left her Hrag was there again. He
was fully erect. Valessas
scream of fear was truly terrible as he entered her once
again.
Her ordeal lasted until
dawn. She lost track of the number
of times she was violated. Whether
the men had taken her three or four times each she didnt
know. It might have even been
five. The rape blurred into one
long agonizing nightmare. When
Dhells finally grunted as he spurted into her, she was too tired to even
cry.
For awhile after Dhells had finished she simply
lay where she was. All three
men slept, seemingly worn out from their exertions, but she could not sleep;
her body was in too much pain and she was in too much
fear. What would happen when
the men woke up? She had no doubt
that they would start on her all over
again. But she was completely
at their mercy. All of them were
much bigger and stronger than she was.
She couldnt escape.
She knew from comments made during her ordeal that it had snowed that
night. Even if she was able to
get out of the cabin tracking her would be easy, and then who knew what the
three sadistic bandits would do to her for daring to
escape.
But she couldnt just lie there and wait
to be raped again. She had to
do something. Slowly, trying
not to wake Dhells she tried to work her way out from under
him. It didnt
work. Dhells eyes popped
open.
Where do you think youre going,
you little cat? Were not
finished with you yet.
I have
to
I have to
Valessa
stammered.
Dhells looked at
her. Alright, but be quick
about it. I want you to cook
breakfast when you get back and then I want you for
dessert.
Valessa grabbed a
blanket. An idea had just come
to her, and although Hrag and Varens had awakened as well, no one noticed
what she tucked under the blanket as she went
outside.
The cabin was windowless as she had noted
when she had arrived. No one
inside would be able to see what she was doing, but her hopes fell as Hrag
followed her onto the porch.
Thought you had to take a piss,
the huge man said menacingly.
I
I
do. But I dont want to
do it here, Valessa stammered.
Do it in the trees then, Hrag
said pointing. But be quick
about it. My stomachs growling
like a drak. His last comment
referred to the wolf-like predators that inhabited the mountainous
landscape.
Hrag stood on the end of the porch and urinated
in full view of Valessa. He laughed
at the fear he saw in her eyes.
Dont worry, little
bird. Ill be ready
to take you again right after I eat.
Valessa nodded in
submission. Slowly, she moved
toward the trees, walking as awkwardly as
possible. She didnt have
to fake her pain. Her thighs
were badly bruised and her region between her legs burned like
fire.
Hrag grunted in
satisfaction. Stretched
you a bit didnt I? I hope
not too much. Im looking
forward to fitting myself into that tight slit again very soon.
Valessa desperately wanted Hrag to go back
into the cabin. If he didnt
she was doomed. It was with
tremendous relief that she heard movement on the porch and the slamming of
the door to the hut. From behind
the screen of trees she peered toward the
hut. Hrag was
gone. Thank the gods,
she muttered. Hobbling forward
she found the fence rail she had stumbled over the day
before.
Picking it up she dragged it toward the
hut. It wasnt all that
heavy, but in her weakened condition, and shivering in the cold, it was all
she could so to make it to the porch.
Trying to make as little noise as possible, she hauled the fencepost
to the door and then jammed it into
place. The post wasnt a
perfect fit, but it would probably do.
She had wedged it against the door so that it caught the rough wood
at a 45 degree angle. Fortunately
there was a heavy wooden brace nailed across the door that the end of the
post fit snugly against. The
other end she jammed against the one of the rickety posts holding up the
roof of the porch. It wasnt
as strong as Valessa would have liked, but there was nothing
better. She would have to hope
it would hold.
Her makeshift barrier in place, Valessa turned
to the next part of her plan.
Dhells had stockpiled a good supply of
wood. She put it to a use he
had not intended, piling it against the side of the
building. By now she was sweating
beneath the blanket from the exertion.
But her bare feet were still cold.
She thought of the fine pair of boots Hrag had pulled off her feet
so that he could remove her trousers.
They were lost to her now; she would have to do without
them.
The pile of wood was high
enough. Any second now the men
would wonder where she was and try to get out of the
cabin. The blocked door would
hold them for awhile, but not for long.
The faster she moved the better.
Taking out the flint and steel and tinder she had sneaked from the
cabin she tucked the tinder into a spot out of the wind and then struck a
spark. It took her several tries
before the tinder caught.
Carefully she blew on the smoldering
tinder and was rewarded with a tiny
flame. Feeding small pieces of
wood into the flames she carefully tended the fire and then added larger
pieces of wood. About the time
the flames began to leap up the side of the building and the wood began to
crackle she heard the sound of shouts and pounding on the door of the
cabin. The rapists inside had
finally woken up.
Valessa threw larger and larger pieces of
wood onto the blaze. By now the
flames were arcing up the side of the cabin, almost reaching the
roof. Panting from the exertion,
Valessa now saw that she was out of wood.
Moving as fast as she could she dragged one of the fence rails to
the fire and threw it in.
By now the sound of the fire was so loud that
it was impossible the men inside the cabin did not have some idea what was
going on. Valessa could hear
them crashing against the door, shouting dire threats as they did
so.
She threw on the last of the
wood. The flames exploded up
the side of the building reaching the roof and roaring across
it. A crashing sound from the
cabin told her that the men inside were hurling their weight against the
door. A quick check showed her
that her fence rail barrier was holding.
If only it would last a few more minutes.
The shouts inside the cabin were becoming
more strident and threatening.
Valessa watched with renewed hope as the shingles on the roof caught
fire. Smoke was pouring from
the cracks in the side of the cabin.
Almost certainly it was filtering in to the trapped men.
There was a muffled
whoompf as the fire broke through the
roof. Now the shouts from inside
sounded more like screams. The
fire exploded across the roof and the screams turned to
shrieks. Flames were now leaping
thirty feet into the air and the roar of the fire was so loud the men could
hardly be heard.
Valessa watched until the roof fell
in. The screams of the men as
they burned alive were lost in the sound of the
conflagration. Then she went
to where Varens had tied the jarahs.
The beasts were straining at their halters, and it took a few minutes
for Valessa to calm them, but eventually she quieted them enough she could
lead them away from the cabin.
Valens had not brought all the gear into the
cabin. Valessa unpacked the
saddlebags and dragged out another
blanket. She cut a hole in it
and draped it over her. Then
she saddled one of the jarahs and mounted
it. Leading the other two beasts
she headed back toward the scene of the
ambush. Somehow she had to save
her mistress. It never occurred
to her to do as Kara had asked and go for
help. Her mistress needed her
right away. There was no time
to waste. Kicking her heels into
the jarah she moved as rapidly down the trail as
she could. She hoped that she
would be in time.
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