Email:
Lespion@msn.com
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.
PREVIOUS
CHAPTER WIZARD'S
LAIR MAIN PAGE
L'ESPION'S
STORY PAGE
NEXT
CHAPTER