The Javanese collaborator had protested when
With a final thrust of his loins he spurted into the dark-haired woman. She was very pretty and her dark-nippled breasts quivered erotically as he hammered her petite body. He had wanted to rape her since the first day he had seen her. Purwantos mild treachery had provided him with the perfect excuse. Normally he would have just shot the Javanese traitor, but he might still be needed and he did speak several of the native languages, a skill that might come in useful.
Sobbing, the woman clutched her clothes to
her as she exited the tent.
Purwanto was waiting outside; his sullen look expressed his displeasure,
but he was careful not to look at
He had considered turning over his three female captives to his men for a brutal gang rape. A couple of days of that treatment, plus denial of food and water would probably result in their deaths. But he had thought it over and come up with a better idea.
He wanted information as well as entertainment
and sexual gratification. What
were these women doing in the middle of
The three women looked up as he approached. Their faces showed nothing; not even the slightest trace of fear, but he would soon change that. He stood looking at them for a minute, hands on hips and then issued an order. Take out the blonde.
Katie kept her face impassive. She understood Japanese perfectly, having trained for two years under the same master that had trained Larra. She decided to keep her knowledge of her captors language to herself. Any advantage she might have was best kept secret. It was with some difficulty, however, that she kept her composure. She was terribly sore from the treatment she had suffered at the hands of the Javanese and she was more than conscious of the eyes of the Japanese officer and his men on her nude body.
As soon as she exited the cage the door was slammed shut. She was forced down on her knees with such force that she almost cried out. The Japanese officer stood in front of her, his dark eyes fixed on hers. Who are you, he asked.
Katie feigned ignorance, her blue eyes widening in confusion. The officer glowered at her and repeated the question, receiving the same result. Have it your way, he said. I would much rather force the answer out of you. He nodded to the men guarding her.
Two men immediately seized her arms, and making sure that she could not rise, pulled them over her head and held them there. Then, under the officers supervision they proceeded to bind her.
A length of bamboo was held across the small of her back by one of her captors. Hemp cords were lashed to it and pulled in front of her. They were loosely tied to a foot-long length of bamboo in front of her pelvis. Then a third cord was tied to the length of bamboo at her back and pulled down between the peach-shaped halves of her buttocks. It was pulled up in front of her, cutting into her backside and splitting her vulva at the same time. Pulling hard enough on the cord to make Katie gasp in pain, it was tightly lashed to the short length of wood in front of her.
The cord cutting into her vulva and derriere was very painful, but Katies bondage was just beginning. Two other lengths of bamboo were positioned above and below her jutting breasts. At this point the Japanese officer took over the bondage himself. While his men held the lengths in place he tied two vertical pieces of bamboo to the two crosspieces, one on either side of her body. By lashing the horizontal bamboo to the vertical bamboo he created a crude clamp that squeezed her heavy breasts most painfully. When he was finished the two crosspieces compressed her breasts cruelly while the two vertical lengths extended from her hips to just above her head.
It was here that the Japanese officer completed his bondage master stroke. He tied a third crosspiece across the bamboo uprights just behind her head. Then he had the two men holding her arms bend her elbows over the crosspiece and force her hands to the middle of her back before tightly binding her wrists. Then her bound wrists were connected by a final length of cord to the original length of bamboo that was centred in the middle of her back.
Katie had to admit that the agonizing bondage was quite ingenious. She was bound to a bamboo frame, her arms bent over a horizontal length of bamboo held in place by two vertical uprights. The same uprights provided support for the cross members that compressed her quivering and now swollen breasts. Her arms were pulled cruelly toward the small of her back, forcing her body to arch in pain. And by connecting her wrists to the length of bamboo at the small of her back, the rope passing between her buttocks and vulva was pulled upward. Any attempt to ease the pain in one of the tormented areas of her body created even greater pain in another. When the Japanese finished tying her she knelt in front of them, her chest heaving, her breasts painfully swollen and the cleft between her legs rubbed raw by the rough cordage.
There was just one thing to add. As she knelt on the ground her ankles were bound and still one more rope run from her ankles to her wrists. She was forced to remain on her knees in front of her cruel tormentors.
I have always wanted to try this, the Japanese officer sneered. It is even more successful than I had hoped. Lets see how long you remain silent in that position.
Katie said nothing, but she was already in severe torment. Even as she resisted she realized that she could not endure such agony for much longer. The pain was so excruciating that she was close to whimpering in agony. Only her steely will kept her from breaking, but she could feel that determination ebbing. As the hot sun beat down on her, her body began to tremble. She clamped her jaw, grinding her teeth as a wave of pain swept over her. She had not broken, but how much longer could she hold out?