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Completely humbled, Amy was marched
back into the camp. Her clothing
hung in shreds and her arms were tightly secured by several ropes. Her aborted
escape attempt had failed completely and she was now at the mercy of her
captors. Steiner marched her
into the center of the camp. Their
arrival drew numerous stares from the assembled members of the German
expedition. Amys tattered
shirt and pants exposed a great deal of comely flesh, and it was a long time
since most of them had seen a woman.
Amy found herself blushing under so much attention, but she was soon herded
out of sight. Steiner escorted
her to her own tent and sat her on the
bed. Horrible thoughts raced
through Amys mind, but Steiner did not seem interested in sexually
molesting her.
Now that you have had your fun, said Steiner, perhaps you
wouldnt mind answering a few questions?
He spoke English with only a slight
accent. Amy had no trouble
understanding him. What
do you want? Amy answered.
I would like to know where your companions
are. I understand that there
were four women in your expedition.
That means three are missing.
I dont know where they are, Amy
replied. They left to scout
ahead. They could be anywhere
by now.
Steiner did not like the answer. It
told him nothing. He knew the
women were missing and he wanted to know where they had gone and when they
could be expected back. He continued
to ply Amy with questions, but could not get her to change her
story. Finally, in frustration,
he left the tent.
Ill let her stew in there for a few
hours. Im sure shell
tell me what I want to know when she gets thirsty
enough.
Why dont you let me question her? offered
Klein. Im sure that
I could get her to tell everything in short order.
Im sure that you could, Steiner replied, but I
dont want her beaten. There
is no need for us to act like barbarians.
Have it your way, said Klein, but I have a hunch that she
wont give in without a bit of persuasion.
Klein turned out to be right. Even
after several hours in the sweltering tent without water Amy told them
nothing. Finally Steiner relented
and allowed her to drink. Posting
a heavy guard on her tent he turned in for the
night. There would be time to
question her again the next day.
Amy slept fitfully. It was difficult
to relax with her hands and feet immobilized, and she kept on waking up all
through the night. Morning found
her quite exhausted. She was
glad of the water Steiner had given her.
The man was a bit of a mystery.
He seemed to be carrying out his duties regarding her somewhat
reluctantly. Perhaps there was
a spark of decency inside him that made him view mistreating women as
improper. Klein was anther
matter. The fat Gestapo officer
made her skin crawl. She
wouldnt want to be left alone with him for very long.
The tent flap was thrown back and Steiner entered, followed by
Klein. If you give me your
word that you will not try and escape in the next hour I will have you
untied, said Steiner.
Amy nodded her consent. She had
nothing to lose, and her circulation was almost cut off by the tight ropes
that bound her.
After being untied, Amy rubbed her wrist and arms
vigorously. The pain of returning
circulation was agonizing, but she hid her
discomfort. Steiner motioned
to one of his men and food and water was set before
her. Amy ate
ravenously. She hadnt realized
exactly how hungry she was.
After she ate, Steiner put her through another round of
interrogation. He did not use
any force against her or even make any
threats. This is a different
type of German, thought Amy.
The results of Steiners questions were the
same. Amy would not tell him
anything more than what he already knew; that the other women of the expedition
were not in the camp. He would
just have to find them on his own.
He did have one advantage. A
number of the porters of the English safari had been found hiding in the
woods. They were able to tell
him what Amy would not; that
It took Steiner a full day to organize his reconnaissance
team. Much of it was spent going
through Larras maps and journals in an attempt to determine where she
might have headed. But he found
little to aid him. He, of course,
did not know about Larras meeting with Grey and so did not realize
that she had information that was not included in the documents she had taken
with her. One thing puzzled him,
however, and that was Kleins lack of interest in most of what he had
found in Larras tent. He
had expected the Gestapo man to be most curious about Larras intentions,
but the fat Nazi showed almost no interest at
all.
Before leaving he paid one last visit to
Amy. She was, as usual, under
heavy guard and bound hand and foot.
Steiner entered her tent and sat on a stool next to her
bed. Looking into her fascinating
green eyes he made her an offer.
I do not like dealing with women the way I have been forced to deal
with you, Miss Miller. It is
not my way and, certainly not the way of a German
officer.
You could have fooled me, Amy
retorted.
I do not blame you for being angry.
Our treatment of you has been quite
shameful. Rest assured that I
would not resort to such tactics unless I was absolutely forced to do so,
but this matter of the Lost World is of utmost importance to my
superiors. However, I do not
want you to suffer any more than
necessary. If you give me your
word that you will refrain from any escape attempts while I am gone I promise
that upon my return you will be released.
In the meantime, I can see no need for you to be bound hand and
foot.
What assurance do I have that you will keep your
word?
None I am afraid. You will
have to trust me.
Amy gazed steadily at the clean-cut German
officer. Damn, she
thought, he was such a handsome
man. But could she trust
him? Did she have any
choice?
Finally she spoke: Alright, I give my
word. I will not try to escape
during your absence. I only hope
that your word is as good as mine.
Steiner stood up. Untie
her. Miss Miller will not try
to escape. She is to have the
freedom of the camp.
As he turned to leave the tent Steiner saw Klein standing in the
entrance. As he left the paunchy
Nazi puffed along side of him.
Do you think that is wise? said the fat
German. Shell be
out of the camp in a minute. She
led us a merry chase last time.
Im not concerned, answered
Steiner. I think she will
honour her word.
Do you really think you can trust her? questioned
Klein.
As much as I trust anyone, including
you. And here Steiner looked
directly at the fat German.
Klein fumed, but he knew better than to confront Steiner directly on any
matter. So be it,
he said. It will on your
head if she takes off.
Steiner decided to wait one more day before
leaving. He wanted to see what
Amy would do now that she was no longer confined to her tent and under continual
watch. As he had expected she
honored her word. She went where
she wanted and when she wanted throughout the camp, but made no effort to
escape.
This satisfied Steiner, but not Klein.
She will see everything we do, he
raged. She will know all
of our plans. You have released
a spy among us.
And what of it? replied
Steiner. She has pledged
not to leave the camp. A spy
who cannot tell anyone what she knows is not much of a
spy. I am quite happy with her
conduct.
Klein could think of no reply to that argument and let the matter
drop. But he was far from
happy with the arrangement.
The next day Steiner moved out.
Before he left camp he reiterated his orders to
Klein. Ill be back
in a week or less. You are in
charge in my absence. I want
no questioning of the woman while Im gone and no change in the arrangements
I have made with her. I
dont think she can tell us much anyway.
Klein nodded. He stood watching
Steiner with a smirk on his face.
One day Im going to wipe that look off his face,
thought Steiner as he headed off up the canyon.
Klein went to work as soon as Steiner was out of
sight. It took him a couple of
days to get everything right. Most
of the men in the camp were loyal to
Steiner. For what he wanted to
do, Klein had to replace Steiners men with his own
stooges. Since it would have
been unwise to openly flout Steiners orders he proceeded
gradually. Eventually he arranged
the camp so that those men most loyal to Steiner were given duties that took
them out of the camp. Klein sent
them on scouting expeditions and other futile
assignments. In their place he
appointed his own henchmen. In
this way he was able to gain complete control without seeming to overrule
any of Steiners orders.
He proceeded to organize his own little
safari. Klein moved through the
camp, rounding up members of the German expedition that were loyal to
him. He snapped out orders briskly,
setting up his own reconnaissance party.
He would let Steiner head off in search of those other
bitches. In the meantime he would
forge off on his own. He had
his own ideas about where the expedition should be
headed. And he would take the
stunning redhead with him. Ever since he had first laid eyes on the gorgeous
beauty he had lusted after her. The
only thing holding him back was fear of Steiners
wrath. He knew that if he tried
anything while Steiner was around, the men of the expedition would back up
their leader. But now Steiner
was gone, and he was in charge.
He called Sturmscharfuehrer Schwartz to the tent to tell him what he was
doing. Schwartz was Steiners
most loyal supporter. It was
important that he not interfere with Kleins plans.
I am going to lead a reconnaissance party myself, he
explained. I will be taking the
English woman with me. I believe
that she has information of vital importance to the
Reich. I will, of course, honor
Herr Steiners orders concerning her.
Noting Schultzs look of concern he added: Dont
worry. This was all prearranged
with Standartenfuehrer Steiner before he
left.
Schwartz nodded. He was a good
soldier, used to following orders.
As along as Klein did not seem to be flouting Steiners orders
openly, there was little he could do.
Klein went immediately to Amys
tent. She was sitting outside,
the tent flap forming an awning over her head, while she read a
book. She looked up as Klein
approached.
Klein had three men with him. As
they approached all four of them drew their sidearms and pointed them at
the redhead.
I want her tied so that she cant move her arms, Klein said
to one of his henchmen. The man
nodded. He approached Amy with
a rope in his hands.
What is this? Amy protested.
Steiner agreed that I was not to be
tied. I have upheld my part of
the bargain.
Ah yes, said Klein, but Steiner is not here at
present. And I am taking you
outside of the camp, where the agreement might not
apply.
Amy made ready to resist.
Please do not make me shoot you, said
Klein. I am not a very
good shot and my attempt to wound you might cause more severe injuries than
intended.
Amy hesitated. The thought of
being at Kleins mercy filled her with dread, but she was in a hopeless
situation.
Kneel Frauelein! barked
Klein. Kneel before I put
a bullet through one of your legs!
Reluctantly, Amy dropped to her knees.
Immediately her arms were pulled behind her back and tied securely
in place. She was
helpless.
Thats better, said
Klein. Now we can get out
of here.
By now Kleins little expedition was
ready. Amy was placed in the
center of the column and they marched off.
Amy was very apprehensive. Of
all the men she had seen in the German
Klein was in a jovial mood.
Finally, he had gotten free of
Steiner. Now he could act on
the information that only he had access
to. One of the peculiarities
of the Third Reich was that the men who ran Hitlers empire were more
like robber barons than the leaders of a great
country. Personal rivalries and
overlapping jurisdictions created numerous conflicts within the power structure
of the Reich. So it was that
Steiner had been sent out as the leader of the expedition, but Klein had
been inserted into the operation to keep an eye on him and take advantage
of any situation that offered itself.
Kidnapping Amy was not exactly what Kleins instructions covered, but
she was certainly what Klein had in mind.
He could kill two birds with one
stone. He could satisfy his sexual
desires and strike out on a more promising line of exploration than the one
Steiner was following.
Klein had access to secret documents that had not been given to
Steiner. They were a part of
the rivalry that existed between the S.S. and
Gestapo. In theory, the two
organizations should have shared information, but in practice they rarely
did. As a result, Klein had
information about the target region that Steiner did not, including a map
of an alternate route to the mysterious Lost
World. He would go that way,
while Steiner went off on a wild goose chase following the missing women
in Larras safari.
Kleins expedition marched for most of the day, finally halting for
the day at four in the afternoon.
By this time everyone was hot and tired, especially Amy who had struggled
to keep up all day. Klein produced
a pair of handcuffs, which he used to clamp Amys ankle to a
tree. Only then did he allow
her wrists to be untied. Amy
wondered why he preferred to use rope to tie her up when the cuffs would
have been more secure and convenient.
She decided that it was probably because rope was more painful than
handcuffs. The man was decidedly
cruel.
The next day progressed in much the same way as the
first. More
marching with occasional rests.
Wherever Klein was taking her it was a considerable distance from
the base camp.
By the end of the second day, Klein decided to so something about
Amy. His search for the Lost
World was only part of his motivation for heading off on his
own. His lust for the beautiful
redhead was an equally powerful motive.
By now his trek had taken him about thirty miles from the
camp. He was proceeding down
a side canyon when he came to an open, sunny glade near a picturesque
waterfall. This is as good
a place as any, he thought.
Amy was mystified. What was Klein
up to? She had been able to feel
the mans animosity when Steiner had been questioning
her. She knew that if he decided
to give her a proper interrogation that it was very unlikely that he would
be as gentle as Steiner had been.
What she could not figure out was why he had bothered to bring her
with him. She had no idea where
they were going and could offer no information of use to him in whatever
quest he was on. Surely, he did
not want her merely as a hostage.
Her thoughts were interrupted as she stumbled over a
root. It was very difficult for
her to walk properly with her hands tied behind her
back. She had tried to loosen
the bonds, but the soldier who had tied her knew his
knots. There was almost no give
to the tight cords. The German
walking behind her caught her before she fell and straightened her up.
The trail the party was taking wound up the canyon climbed
steadily. Amy found it difficult
to keep her footing and was frequently pulled or pushed by the guards when
she faltered. On a particularly
steep section of the trail where the progress in the entire party was slowed
down she spotted a rock outcrop that drew her rapt
attention. She was actually standing
still at the time, waiting for the men in front of her to move out of the
way. She timed her stumble perfectly,
so that she seemed to land hard.
Crying out in pretended pain, she rolled over on her back a picked
up a small piece of jagged stone.
It was just large enough to fit into the palm of her
hand.
Dammit! yelled Klein, Cant you keep her on her
feet? I dont want her crippled
before we start on her.
Klein had given away his plans. Amy
was sure that she knew what
start on her meant.
If she were lucky, however, they would not be able to start on
her. What Amy concealed in the
palm of her hand was a piece of flint.
Its razor sharp edges would make short work of the ropes that bound
her if she was able to work on them
unobserved. She got her chance
at the next rest stop. Klein
was in very poor physical condition and had to make frequent halts to catch
his breath. Amy wondered how
he had managed to trek all the way from the coast to central
He had chosen a scenic spot. A
small waterfall tinkled pleasantry and a sward of green grass provided a
place to sit. Amy sat with her
back against a large boulder.
Across from her Klein sat; sweat pouring down his face and staining
his clothes. It would be a few
minutes before he was fit to continue.
In the meantime, her hands were perfectly concealed from her
guards. With as little motion
as possible, she rasped the sharp edge of the flint against the rough cords
that bound her. She could feel
the fibers parting with each stroke.
In only a matter of minutes, she felt the ropes
part. Her hands were
free. Now she just had to wait
for an opening and make a break for it.
Klein stirred. Check her
ropes. Make sure that none of
them have come loose.
Amy tensed. She had not expected
this. Had Klein seen her
surreptitious attempts to cut the ropes or was he just being
cautious?
Events had forced action upon her.
As one of the guards hauled her to her feet, she shook off the
ropes. Her arms and hands were
still numb from the lack of circulation while being bound, but she had the
element of surprise. She struck
the guard who was reaching for her just under the jaw with the heel of her
palm. Although she was not able
to put her full weight behind it, the mans head was snapped back and
he was sent sprawling in the dust.
This sudden action caught everyone off
guard. For an instant the way
was clear and Amy took it, vaulting over the sprawling body of the man she
had struck and leaping back down the
trail. For a few seconds no one
in Kleins party moved.
After her! Klein
screamed. Get her you
idiots!
By this time, Amy had a good twenty-yard head start.
It was not much, but she ran
with reckless abandon, jumping over obstacles and leaping down steep slopes
without even trying to slow down.
Her pursuers followed more slowly, not wanting to risk a bruising
fall. Back at the rest stop she
could hear Klein screaming hoarsely for his men to hurry up.
Amy widened the gap between herself and her pursuers, but she realized that
her flight was taking her back the way that they had
come. If she kept on going in
the same direction, it would probably be only a matter of time before the
Germans ran her to ground... As
she ran, she looked for any opening that would enable her to move off the
route she was taking, but for several hundred yards, the canyon walls channeled
her back to the camp.
Amy settled into a more relaxed stride.
She was in excellent physical condition and could keep up a steady
pace for miles. Her initial rush
had taken quite a bit out of her, but she still had enough energy left to
maintain her distance from her pursuers.
However, she would soon have to find a way to throw them off her
trail. Either that or she would
be forced to turn at bay and fight.
An opportunity finally presented itself a few hundred yards further
on. A small side valley joined
the main canyon. There might
be a chance for escape there.
Almost without thinking, Amy darted into
it. She had to take the chance
that it might offer an opportunity for escape.
For a hundred yards of so the side valley ran straight back from the main
canyon, then it began to narrow
alarmingly. It seemed possible
that she would find herself trapped in a narrow defile with no chance of
escape. The narrow gorge took
a sharp turn to the right, heading steeply uphill, but widening
slightly. Relieved, Amy jogged
determinedly up the confining gorge.
She was now breathing quite heavily and in need of rest and
water. Even at these higher
elevations, the tropical heat was still
intense. Her clothes were completely
soaked with sweat, and droplets of perspiration dripped into her eyes, hindering
her vision. Her only hope of
escape was that the ravine might lead to some place where she could
hide.
The narrow cleft took another sharp turn and then without warning opened
into one of the most beautiful places Amy had ever
seen. It was a green leafy glade
at the bottom of an impressive waterfall that spilled into a crystal clear
plunge pool. It was as idyllic
a setting as she had ever encountered.
She had no time, however, to enjoy the
scenery. Without slowing down
and with great relief Amy dashed directly into the
pool. The water cooled her overheated
body. Gasping with pleasure she
submerged herself and drank deeply.
Then, mindful of the fact that her pursuers could not be far behind,
she clambered out of the pool, searching for some avenue of
escape. She had two
choices. The water from the pool
overflowed to form a rushing creek that splashed down the
canyon. The other side of the
waterfall was lined with dense vegetation, but seemed to lead
nowhere. The only direction that
offered any possible hope seemed to lie directly down the
canyon.
Amy took only seconds to make up her
mind. Following the stream in
its wild course, she trotted down the
gorge. She knew that her pursuers
could not be far behind her, but hoped that they would be as exhausted as
she was. Despite being refreshed
by her stop at the spring, she was moving much more slowly
now. She had to pace herself
until she found some secure place where she could safely
hide.
Behind her Amy heard a shout. She
glanced back over her shoulder.
Kleins henchmen had caught up to
her. She quickened her pace trying
to get beyond the line of sight of her pursuers so that she could hide when
the opportunity offered. She
found such an opportunity when the gorge branched off once
again. Almost instinctively Amy
darted down this new avenue of escape.
She found herself in a ravine that was so steep sided that it was almost
dark at the bottom. No sunlight
could reach the bottom of such a narrow
slit. How far the ravine went
there was no way of telling, Amy could only hope that it did not end suddenly
in a blank wall of stone that would trap her at the mercy of her
pursuers.
The narrow chasm twisted and turned as it wound through the
rock. Here and there small waterfalls
plunged from the lip of the canyon to splash on the floor of the
chasm. This made the rock surface
quite slippery and Amy had to be careful of her footing to avoid
falling. Thick tangled vegetation
also grew around the plunge pools formed by the falling water, further slowing
her progress. Amy could only
hope that the Germans chasing her would find it equally difficult to pass
through the canyon.
Amy was by now almost exhausted.
She had been running steadily over broken ground and in stifling heat
and humidity for almost a quarter of an
hour. Even her splendidly conditioned
body could not keep up such a pace for much
longer. She had to hope that
somehow she would find a place to hide.
As she forced herself through a particularly thick mass of vegetation, the
ground on the other side suddenly fell
away. Caught unaware, Amy almost
tumbled headfirst over the edge of a steep
embankment. She quickly looked
behind her. Already she could
hear the nearest German smashing his way through the thick grove that she
had just pushed through. Amy
had only two choices. She could
stand and fight or she could jump.
The men chasing her were armed with
rifles. There seemed no
alternative. Taking a deep breath
Amy leaped into space.
The upper branches of a large tree broke her
fall. Unfortunately, the particular
species that she landed on was well supplied with protective thorns, which
tore at her clothing and flesh as she smashed through
them. She landed heavily at the
base of the tree, bruised and bleeding, but
alive. Her clothing had been
slashed to ribbons, but it had provided her some protection against the cruel
barbs. For a full minute, Amy
lay dazed on the ground. Then,
slowly she sat up. Despite numerous
cuts and bruises she seemed to be
uninjured. At least she could
detect nothing broken. Still
winded from her fall, she slowly made her way to her feet, steadying herself
against the bole of the tree that had broken her
fall.
Her mind told her that she could not remain long where she was, but it was
difficult to get her body to obey.
She was finally prompted to move when she heard a noise above
her. Looking up she saw one of
her pursuers descending from above by means of a
rope. Doggedly, but even more
slowly than before Amy moved away from the direction of
pursuit. The ground sloped down
in the direction she was moving, and it was far easier to move downhill than
up. However, there was no discernable
trail and she was forced to push her way through fairly thick
vegetation. In her current condition,
this proved her undoing. Within
five minutes the Germans had caught up to
her.
Amy turned at bay, but she was not able to offer effective
resistance. The first man that
caught up to her simply waited, circling her warily until he was joined by
a second German and then a third.
Then they all came at her at once.
Had she been in peak condition, she would have beaten off their clumsy
attack with ease, but Amy was now close to
collapse. Her fall had hurt her
more than she knew and her movements were weak and lacking in force and
speed.
The first German swung his fist at her
head. Amy was able to dodge this
blow with only a slight movement of her body, but a second punch, thrown
by the second German on the scene, caught her temple a glancing blow.
In her weakened condition, it
was enough to knock her off her feet.
Instantly the three men piled onto
her. One man pinned her arms
to her sides and another grabbed both of her
ankles. The third produced a
length of cord. Held down by
the other two men, Amy was helpless to prevent the third man from tying her
hands behind her back once again.
Within a minute, she was completely hog-tied; her wrists tied to her
ankles so that she was almost completely unable to
move. Then the largest of her
captors tossed her across her across his shoulder and carried her back the
way they had come.
Amys captors did not attempt to reclimb the cliff from which she had
jumped. Instead, they moved around
the base of the cliff until they found ground that sloped gradually toward
the top. Then they scrambled
up the slope, taking turns carrying the helpless
woman. After a hard climb, they
reached the top and more level ground.
They were high enough that they were above the maze of canyons down
which Amy had raced. The rocky
upper surface supported relatively sparse vegetation, so they were able to
make their way back to the area where Amy had broken away fairly
quickly.
Within a short time, they were overlooking the waterfall and pool that Amy
had plunged into to cool off during the first part of her
flight. Amy was dumped on the
ground and the hog-tie was undone.
Then a length of rope was attached to her ankles and she was lifted
over the edge of the cliff and carefully lowered to the canyon floor
below. Waiting for her by the
waterfall was Klein.
Well, you gave us a merry chase, said the fat German, but
now the game is up.
Klein looked at her and licked his lips.
Amy saw in that glance the realization of her greatest
fear. She now understood
Kleins reason for bringing her
here. She tested her bonds, but
there was no give. Two of
Kleins men closed in on either side of
her. Klein moved over to a grove
of trees and used his machete to hack down a length of green
wood. After he had trimmed off
the branches he had a pole about ten feet long and two inches
thick. He took the branch and
lashed it horizontally between two trees about two feet off the
ground. Then Amy was led over
to the branch and forced to her knees in front of
it. Klein seized her bound wrists
and forced them over the pole. Then
he lashed Amys wrists to her
ankles.
Amy found the position incredibly awkward and
painful. She was almost hanging
on the horizontal crosspiece. It
forced her to arch her back so that her breasts were thrust out in front
of her and her knees were barely resting on the
ground. In addition, her tattered
costume was so badly torn that in many places it was barely hanging on her
body. Only her undergarments
afforded her any real privacy, as these had survived the damage done to her
shirt and trousers by the thorn tree.
Klein stepped back to admire his
handiwork. Now we can get
down to business, he said speaking in heavily accented
English.
What do you want of me? quavered
Amy. I cant tell
you anything more than what you already
know. She was totally worn
out, her resistance almost at an end.
Desperate to end her suffering, she was prepared to tell Klein what
he wanted to know if only he would give her a chance to rest and spare her
further punishment.
Klein, however, was in no mood to
bargain. He had Amy where he
wanted her and intended to take full advantage of the opportunity his helpless
victim would provide.
We will see what you know, said
Klein. I was not satisfied
with the answers you gave Steiner.
I think you were holding something
back. However, I do not believe
in forcing a woman to divulge information against her
will. I will let you tell me
when you are ready.
Untie me, begged Amy, and I will tell you what you want
to know.
You have already had that chance, jeered
Klein. Tell me what you
know and I will consider making your position more
comfortable.
Amy was terrified. She was sure
that she faced a cruel trial at Kleins
hands. She was willing to give
him her limited information in the hope that he would show her some mercy,
especially since she did not think that the information would help him very
much.
I told you that I did not know where my companions
were. That was
true.
We got that much information from your porters, said
Klein. You have given me
nothing new.
Thats all I know. I
was supposed to follow the others with the rest of the
expedition. You showed up before
I could leave.
Im afraid that is not good enough, replied Klein with a
cruel leer on his face. You
will have to be punished.
With cruel deliberation, Klein began to unbutton his
trousers. Amy, already on the
verge of panic, gasped when she saw the size of his massive
member.
No, please! she begged
If you had cooperated when you were given the chance I might have been
more merciful, Klein gloated, but now, I believe it is time to
teach you a lesson.
You bastard! exclaimed Amy You never intended to show me
any mercy.
Oh, that is not true, my dear, rejoined the fat
German. With a little more
cooperation you might have been given the opportunity to voluntarily share
my bed. But you have chosen the
hard way and I am quite satisfied with that.
As he spoke, Klein shook his penis free of his
clothing. Pulling off Amys
hat, he grabbed her long bright red tresses and yanked her head
back. The angle of her head forced
her mouth open. The sweaty odor
of the Germans body invaded her nostrils as he thrust his swollen member
toward her mouth.
Take it my dear, Klein ordered, And if you bite, I will
remove all of your teeth.
Ooomph!
Amy grunted, as Kleins organ invaded her
mouth. She could no longer speak
as the huge phallus was pushed right to the back of her
throat. Slowly he began to move
it back and forth between her lips.
Semen began to mix with the saliva in her mouth and she was forced
to swallow continuously. Almost
gagging, she endured the oral rape as Klein thrust in and out of her
repeatedly.
Klein was sweating heavily, his fat paunch jiggling with the movement of
his pelvis. He felt the tension
rising in his gonads as he approached
orgasm. Steadily, he continued
to pump into Amys mouth, jerking her head back and forth with each
powerful thrust.
Helpless, and struggling to breathe, Amy was reduced to muffled grunts as
Kleins phallus filled her mouth.
Almost sickened by what was happening to her she had no choice but
to endure and hope that eventually Klein would satisfy his
lust.
Ahhh! rejoiced Klein, I have so long wanted to fill that
beautiful mouth of yours. Those
pouting lips are so tantalizing.
Tears of rage and humiliation flowed from Amys eyes as Klein forced
himself deeper into her mouth.
During his exertions, his shirt had popped open and sweat ran down
his chest onto his stomach and dripped on to Amys upturned
face. The stink of his heaving
body mixed with the smell of his semen, filled her nostrils with his stench,
until he finally ejaculated full into her
mouth. After reaching orgasm
he kept his penis in her dripping mouth, forcing her to swallow his
semen. Then he slowly withdrew,
allowing the panting woman to properly draw a breath
again.
That was wonderful, my dear, he taunted. Now lets
see what that lush body of yours looks like.
Klein nodded to his men. He was
too exhausted to continue himself.
Two of Kleins henchmen closed in and began to tear what was
left of her shirt and pants from her
body. Leave her
undergarments, cautioned Klein, I want to attend to that part
myself. Amy realized with
a feeling of total helplessness that her ordeal was just
beginning.
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