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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?
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