Purwanto burned with rage as he led Anom back
to his tent. The young woman
could barely walk and he could tell that she would be sore for
days. She had stopped crying
and clung to him as if he was some sort of saviour rather than the man who
had abducted and raped her. Perhaps
something good would come out of the
incident. If being raped by
Judy limped painfully down the forest path she had stumbled upon. She hoped that it led to someplace where she could get help. Since leaving the crash site things had not gone well. She had struggled to force her way through thick jungle vegetation, much of which tore at her clothes, leaving her dressed in rags. And then, while descending a steep slope she had lost her footing and tumbled to the bottom, somehow twisting her ankle in the process. It was badly swollen and despite the fact that she had placed a compression bandage made from her nylons over it, she could hardly walk. Still, she dared not stop. She was short of food, and in spite of her familiarity with rainforest plants, had come across nothing that she recognized as being edible. Maybe by dumb, luck the primitive trail she had discovered, might actually lead somewhere useful.
She rounded a twist in the trail and stopped cold. Facing her was her second worst nightmare, her first being the Japanese. She made no effort to resist as the painted savages closed about her.
Melissa had watched in horror as Katie was bound. The Japanese officer had clearly enjoyed what he was doing and she would have given almost anything to wipe that sneering grin off his face. Now, however, it appeared that it was her turn. The officer had clearly pointed to her, apparently having grown bored with tormenting Katie.
Melissa looked helplessly at her blonde companion. Katie was breathing hard, her chest heaving, her splendid breasts red and swollen from the cruel bondage the Japanese officer had inflicted upon her. It was apparent that she was close to collapse, but she was forced to remain on her knees due to the way that she was tied and the fact that still another rope had been tied to her. This time it was looped over the length of bamboo that her arms were bent over. The Japanese had tossed the other end over the branch of a tree so that if Katies strength gave out she would not be able fall. The tormented woman was now swaying in exhaustion and obviously close to collapse.
The cage door swung open. Three soldiers stood there with fixed bayonets, their eyes on Lisha. Clearly the tall African maiden worried them and after seeing her in action Melissa could understand why. One of the soldiers pointed his rifle toward her and motioned her out. Melissa stepped out, the cage door was closed and at bayonet point she was marched forward to a point close to Katie.
The Japanese officer approached to her and said something in his own language. Melissa shook her head. Unlike Katie she was not feigning ignorance; she truly did not know Japanese. I dont understand, she said.
It might have been better if she had said nothing at all. Her use of English seemed to enrage the Japanese officer. He barked out an order and her arms were seized by the two soldiers on ether side of her. She had only a split second to prepare before his fist struck her stomach.
She caught the blow on her washboard stomach, the blow pushing her back a little, but doing little damage. The Japanese officer looked at her with a look of incredulity and then punched her in the face.
This one she could not protect herself against although she tried to roll with the punch. His fist struck her cheekbone just under her eye and rocked her head back. It was a vicious blow and thrown with most of the strength of the Japanese officer behind it. For a second Melissas knees buckled but she was prevented from falling by the soldiers on either side of her.
The officer said something to her in Japanese and then stepped forward and tore open her shirt. The action revealed the beautiful curve of her breasts. Although not as heavy breasted as Katie, they breasts were full and rounded with perfect pink nipples centred in silver dollar-sized areola. The cotton brassiere she wore covered them, but did not disguise their splendour. It took the Japanese officer only seconds to snap the fabric joining the cups of the bra and allow her breasts to fall free.
Melissa struggled at this outrage, but the men holding her had been expecting such an outburst. Gripping her strongly, they forced her to her knees and kept her there while the Japanese officer enjoyed himself.
You bastard, Melissa grunted as the officers hands closed over her breast. He squeezed them harshly, bruising the soft flesh and forcing it to bulge out between his fingers before finishing by painfully twisting her erect pink nipples. Then his fingers were at her belt buckle. Swiftly he unbuckled her belt and opening her trousers undid the buttons. The soldiers pinning her arms held her steady as she struggled wildly as the officer first removed her boots and then pulled off her pants.
You son-of-a-bitch, Melissa grunted as she was stripped. All that remained between her and total nudity was her cotton panties. These lasted only as long as her brassiere, the officer ripping them from her loins. She had known from the moment that he tore open her shirt that he was going to rape her. She had seen it in his eyes when he had first struck her. She also knew that she was helpless to prevent him from having his way with her, but that did not stop her from fighting.
Using all of her strength, Melissa heaved her strong lithe, body. She almost broke the hold of the two men holding her, but the officer took a lot of the fight out of her with a brutal blow to her stomach. This time it did catch her off-guard as she struggled against the two men holding her. The wind went out of her, and for the next minute it was all she could do to get her breath back. The officer took full advantage of her temporary incapacitation. He positioned himself between her thighs while two more soldiers hoisted her into the air.
Held by each of her arms and legs, Melissa was spread-eagled. The pink slit of her treasure trove beckoned and the officer moved forward, placed his hands beneath her flexing backside and rammed into her.
Melissa cried out in pain. She was still somewhat sore from the savage mauling she had received in the Australian jail and the officers entry into her unlubricated vagina was brutally painful. Without thinking she arched her back against the pain, making her body an even more inviting target. The officer sank his member to the hilt, impaling her on his fleshy sword, and then raped her until she screamed.
Her cries of pain and humiliation seemed to trigger his release. With a cry of pleasure he exploded within her, providing too late the lubricant that she had lacked during the ordeal. Stepping back from her he pulled up his trousers a sneer twisting his lips. Melissa knew with a leaden fear that he was far from finished with her.
Bind her legs, the officer ordered. Still held by two men, Melissa was pushed face down on the ground, and then her legs were bent so that her calves were hard against her thighs. With two men holding her down to prevent escape, her thighs and calves were bound tightly together, forcing her into a squatting position and shifting her weight so that her buttocks were pressed tightly against her heels. Then she was arched backward, so that she was inclined at a forty-five degree angle. A T-shaped hardwood branch was placed beneath her and her wrists tied to each end of the T, forcing her to support her weight on her hands. The stem of the T was run forward, ending just under her bruised vulva.
In this highly vulnerable position the three men binding her could not resist pinching and squeezing her breasts. The officer said nothing but merely stood watching a half-smile on his sardonic features. Apparently she was now fair game for any of his soldiers now that he was done with her.
Unfortunately, they were not quite finished with her bondage. There were two more painful additions. The first was a length of coarse hemp rope that was tied about her waist. Connected to the rope was a second length that was pulled down harshly so that it cut into her vulva, but it didnt stop there. Maintaining the cruel tension, the rope was stretched beneath her, passing between her buttocks and then looped over her left shoulder and back down to the rope around her waist. The rope was tightened until Melissa gasped with pain as the rough cordage cut into her sensitive genitals.
The second addition was even more painful. The Japanese officer attended to this personally. He produced two large metal clamps and snapped each of them onto one of her nipples. He next connected lighter cords to each of the clamps and tying the cord to a much longer length of rope he looped it over the branch of a tree and hung a small piece of wood on it to produce tension. The weighted cord pulled Melissas nipples upward, distorting her perfect breasts. The pain was not great at first, the pinching of the nipple clamps being much more intense, but it grew second by second until the small length of wood the Japanese officer had used seemed as heavy as a chunk of four by four. Soon Melissas heavy and strained breathing joined that of Katie as both women struggled against their excruciating bondage.