The Adventures of Larra Court

Swish, Thwack! Larra Court winced as the thin willow switch struck her naked backside. "Be careful, you idiot! Major Fujima admonished, "We don’t want to break the skin. You will replace her if you do."

Thwack! The second blow lashed her upper thigh raising a welt almost as large as the first. "That’s it," approved Fujima, "A few more like that."

Thwack! The third blow crisscrossed the first weal. Larra gasped in pain. She was completely helpless. Her statuesque body was stripped naked. Her wrists had been tied in front of her with coarse hemp rope and then lifted up, over and behind her head. From there another length of hemp fiber secured her wrists to her neck. A third rope stretched from her wrists down her back, passing between her tight buttocks and then

cruelly between the lips of her labia and up between her heavy breasts to her neck again. A fourth rope had been tied to her wrists and thrown over the overhanging branch of a leafless tree. It had been pulled tight and tied to the trunk, forcing her onto the tips of her toes. The entire arrangement left her vulnerable to the beating she was now receiving.

Thwack! Larra almost squealed in painful surprise. That blow had come from the front. A second man standing to her side was using the same sort of willow switch and had delivered a blow to the front of her thighs.

The next blow came from behind, striking the middle of her perfect back. Then she received a blow across her midriff. After that the blows alternated, front and back. Other than that there was no pattern to them. They struck both high and low, from her shapely calves to her perfect breasts. Each blow in itself was not particularly hard. The willow wands rarely broke the skin, but offered stinging pain each time they made contact. And they never seemed to stop.

Thwack! "Twenty," thought Larra. Thwack! "Twenty-one."

Thwack! "Thirty!… Thirty-one…Forty!"

By now Larra was close to her breaking point. How much longer would they keep this up? Her breathing came in ragged gasps, and her body dripped perspiration in the cool autumn air. "OHH!" That stroke had caught her across her erect nipples, sending an excruciating jolt of pain through her swaying breasts. Her torturers noted her response. It was the first indication that she had given that she was experiencing any discomfort. After that they targeted her breasts, attempting to elicit the same response.

"AAHH!" At the 53^rd stroke Larra cried out. After that each blow brought a sharp cry of pain and protest. She began to weep between strokes, tears streaming down her pain distorted face, but the beating did not stop. Rivulets of blood began to flow down her body from the cuts where her torturers had struck a little too hard. In a short time she was bleeding so profusely that it looked as if someone had thrown a bucket of red paint over her.

By the 100^th blow there was no place on her body that had not already been struck. Each successive blow created excruciating pain.

"AAAHHH!! AAAGGHH!!" Larra screamed. By now she would have told her inquisitors anything they wanted to know. Unfortunately, she had told them everything she knew. Since she was not withholding any information, there was nothing she could say that would make them stop beating her.

"OOWWHH!! Please stop!" Larra begged, but the whipping continued. Her legs buckled, and she hung painfully suspended from her wrists, the rough hemp rope cutting deep into her vagina and buttocks.

"AAAHHHHAAAHHH!" she howled. She tried to stand, but her legs would not hold her. By now she had lost count of the blows. Everything blurred into an indescribable haze of anguish and misery.

Suddenly, the beating stopped. It took Larra a few seconds to fathom that she was no longer being whipped. Major Fujima approached her. "Are you ready to answer our questions? My men are a little tired, but I have others to replace them. We can keep this up for hours if we wish."

Nearly fainting from the pain, Larra was unable to reply. "I will let you think about it for a few minutes," said Fujima "Then we will continue."

* * *

Strangely, Larra’s thoughts drifted back to the origins of her present situation. After her emotionally and physically exhausting adventure in Central America she had returned to Japan to visit her old master, Lord Takeda. She had hoped that in the country of her childhood she could regain some of her confidence and find tranquility and anonymity. She had also hoped that Lord Takeda might once again abandon Japanese tradition and consent to impart some of his martial arts wisdom to Larra’s two companions, Katie Reddel and Amy Price.

Lord Takeda had been most impressed with the three women who respectfully presented themselves to him. Unlike most Japanese, he was willing to accept new attitudes toward the place of women in society; even to the point of engaging in activities traditionally reserved for men. He regarded the trio of beauties who had prostrated themselves before him as prefect specimens of their race. Larra Court was his greatest pupil. A woman who showed greater aptitude for the martial arts than any man he had ever trained. She was a magnificent woman, standing five feet ten inches tall and weighing about 150 pounds. It was weight distributed over a marvelous physique which training and discipline had honed into a deadly fighting machine. Although he did not normally find westerners attractive, preferring Japanese women, he was impressed by Larra’s classic beauty. He had always found her waist-length dark hair and violet eyes to be exotically beautiful. The kimono that she wore could not disguise her large breasts and narrow waist and her stately carriage gave her a grace and comeliness that few women could match.

Like Larra, Katie Reddel and Amy Price had presented themselves to him in traditional Japanese costume. And like Larra both women featured spectacular breast development especially in Katie’s case. The stately honey blonde stood five feet seven inches tall and weighed in at about 140 pounds. Larger in the bust than Larra, her figure was astonishing by any standards. She had gained several pounds of muscle since meeting Larra and undertaking a vigorous training routine. American born, she carried herself with an air of authority that was greatly aided by the almost perfect features of her beautiful face.

Amy was of a more slender build than either of the other two women. Still her five foot nine inch frame packed 130 pounds of muscle spread over a magnificent frame. She had gained about 10 pounds since undergoing Larra’s stringent exercise and martial arts training regime. Her most striking features were her amazing green eyes and waist length blazing red hair.

Each woman on her own would have been a vision of perfect femininity. Together they turned heads everywhere they went. It was difficult for most men to made up his mind which one to focus on.

Part of Larra’s reason for bringing the two women with her to Japan was that she had taught them about as much as she could. They now needed the accumulated wisdom of her old master to finish their training.

Lord Takeda had granted Larra’s request. He had undertaken the training of Larra’s two colleagues. For six months they had trained assiduously under Lord Takeda’s skilled tutelage. During that time period all three women had recuperated from their brutal ordeal in Guatemala and had gained new confidence in their strength and skill. However, Japan was not just a place to which Larra had returned to improve her martial arts skills. She also spent some time in archeological research. It was while poring over an ancient Japanese manuscript that she stumbled upon something that cut her return visit to Japan short.

She immediately went to Lord Takeda with her discovery. Presenting herself to her sensei she prostrated herself before him. "Rise my child," he said. "Sit by me." He clapped his hands and a young woman wearing a kimono entered. "Bring us tea." He turned to Larra. "Show me what you have found."

Larra presented him with the copy she had made of the document she had found. The archivist at the palace would not permit the removal of the original.

Lord Takeda perused Larra’s copy. "Much of this is in Mandarin. Can you read it?"

"Yes, sensei," Larra replied. "Would you like me to translate?"

Lord Takeda nodded.

"It is a document that was discovered in Manchuria during the Russo-Japanese War. It reveals that when the Manchus destroyed the capital of the Mongols that they were unable to find the body of the great Genghis Khan. It is believed that the Mongols removed it to a special hiding place in the far reaches of Mongolia. A subsequent document reveals that the Chinese government sent an expedition into Mongolia during the 18^th century in search of the tomb and the treasure that was believed to be within it. They apparently found what they thought was the entrance to the tomb in a remote valley, but were attacked by Mongol warriors and forced to withdraw. They never went back again, but they did make note of the tomb’s location."

"And you would like to search for this tomb without waiting for your friends to complete their training?"

"Yes, I would like to leave them here. They have been through quite a bit. I would entrust them to your care."

"And what of you? Did you not suffer as they did?"

"I am stronger than they are. I have recovered." Larra cast her eyes down.

Lord Takeda looked directly at her. "I do not think you are as strong as you believe. But I see that your mind is made up. I will care for your friends. They are promising students. Your initial training of them was excellent."

Larra found herself blushing at this unexpected praise. But she was most gratified that Lord Takeda had given his consent. "I thank you my lord," she replied. A month later she was in Japanese occupied Manchuria.

Larra had left her son, James in the care of her maid Sarah. The attractive African woman had been with James since he was born and she was like a second mother to him. Larra knew that she would miss her son, but did not expect to be away for more than about six months. And so she set off alone with only a letter of introduction from Lord Takeda to help her on her way.

All went well until she neared the border with Mongolia. The letter written by Lord Takeda cleared the way for her with all Japanese officials until she reached the small village of Guyang in northern Manchuria. There she learned that there had been clashes between Japanese and Russian troops. These were unofficial, of course, but real nevertheless. A Japanese officer at a checkpoint had examined her letter from Lord Takeda and had warned her to go not farther.

"This letter from Lord Takeda only protects you from those who are willing to accept it. You should understand that Lord Takeda is accorded great honor among most of his countrymen. But the officer in Guyang is Colonel Hondo. He regards Lord Takeda as his enemy. You may find that you do not get a friendly reception in Guyang."

Larra had thanked the officer for his advice, but she had come too far to turn back so close to the Mongolian border. She pressed on to Guyang. Just outside the town she ran into another checkpoint. She was met there by Major Fujima. He inspected her letter carefully. "I cannot accept this without authorization from my superior. Will you please excuse me the time needed to contact him by phone?" He bowed low as he said this.

Larra realized that this was a rhetorical question, but nevertheless consented graciously. Major Fujima went into a small building and cranked on the phone. He spent some time conversing with his superior officer; an entire hour in fact. Larra wondered what could require such detailed discussion.

Eventually Fujima emerged from the telephone hut. "You may proceed, but I will have to take you to see my superior. Please allow me to escort you." Fujima was all politeness and smiles, but there was something about his manner that Larra found slightly disturbing. She did not, however, have much choice, so she climbed into his staff car for the ride to his headquarters.

The ride lasted only about ten minutes. They got out of the car in front of a rather rundown rural compound of the type common in China. It consisted of a large whitewashed building built around an inner court. Fujima stepped toward her, his hand outstretched. "My superior will meet you inside, but security requires that I ask you for your sidearm. It will be returned when you leave. Again he bowed. "I apologize for this slight upon your honor, but it is necessary."

Larra felt slightly disturbed at this request. To hand over her sidearm would leave her defenseless, but she decided that she was already in too deep to back out now by refusing. Fujima might interpret such a refusal as an act of defiance and she was in the middle of hundreds of Japanese soldiers under his command. Reluctantly, she drew her Browning .45 and handed it to the Major. He bowed again "Domo arigato, Miss Court."

Stepping aside, Fujima ushered her into the courtyard. Inside, Larra’s stomach knotted in fear. There were over a dozen armed Japanese soldiers in the courtyard, and they all held rifles pointed directly at her!

Larra whirled to find Fujima pointing her own pistol at her. "You have been most cooperative so far Miss Court. Please do not do anything foolish." He made an upward movement with the barrel of the pistol. Larra slowly raised her hands. Taking one more step toward her, Fujima looked her over from head to toe.

What Fujima saw was a stunningly attractive white woman dressed in a khaki shirt and pants. She wore a fur-lined leather jacket as protection against the chill October air and fashionable, but functional black boots. On her head was a slouch hat. Her long hair was contained in a long braid that hung down the center of her back to her waist. Her eyes were a stunning violet, something that Fujima had never observed in a woman. High, almost Asian cheekbones and a perfect straight nose above full, pouting lips, completed a picture of exotic beauty. Fujima began to formulate a cruel plan for this tall overconfident female.

Fujima gestured again with the Browning. "Please remove your jacket. I would like to ascertain that you are not concealing anything there." Larra lowered her arms and shucked the jacket loose. It fell in a heap at her feet. "Please keep your hands up," Fujima cautioned.

Larra raised her hands over her head again, aware of the fact that her prominent breasts were even more strongly accentuated by this position. She could see Fujiya’s eyes fixing on them.

"Remove her belt." ordered Fujima, and one of the soldiers came forward and unbuckled Larra’s gunbelt, taking her bowie knife with it as well.

Larra wondered what this was all about. She now comprehended that she was in serious trouble, but she was not sure why. Could it be that this was all part of the feud between Lord Takeda and Colonel Hondo?

"Take off your shirt, Miss Court," Fujima commanded.

At first Larra refused. "I can’t do that," she said defiantly. "Where is your superior officer? I demand that I be taken to see him."

Fujima laughed grimly. "I suggest you do as I ask, Miss Court. I am following Colonel Hondo’s orders. He has given me permission to use any means I choose to make sure that you cooperate."

"I cannot believe that an officer of Imperial Japan would order a woman under the protection of Lord Takeda to strip. I refuse to obey." Larra doubted that Fujima would order her to be shot. If he had wanted her dead he would have done that long ago. Perhaps she could bluff her way out of this.

Fujima lowered the barrel of the Browning toward Larra’s legs. "Do it or I will shoot you in the thigh." Larra could see his finger actually tightening on the trigger.

"Alright," she said, moving her hands to the top button of her shirt. Acutely embarrassed, Larra fumbled with the buttons on her heavy cotton shirt. One by one they were undone, slowly revealing her torso. Eventually she finished and was forced to drop her shirt to the ground. All that she wore above her narrow waist was a light cotton undershirt. In the cold October air, Larra could feel her nipples puckering. A blush slowly suffused her neck and face.

"Thank you Miss Court," said Fujima. "You do not appear to be carrying any concealed weapons. At least not of the manufactured kind." And here Fujima leered directly at her breasts.

Turning to one of the soldiers he waved the Browning toward her again. "Tie her wrists in front."

The soldier advanced and took Larra’s left wrist in his. Quickly he looped a length of coarse hemp rope about it and then lashed it tightly to her right wrist. Larra clenched her fists, attempting to enlarge her wrists slightly so that she might be able to work the rope loose later. The soldier, however, did a very good job, looping the rope about her wrists several times and each time pulling the rope tight. It would be difficult to work that rope loose.

"At least they are tied in front," thought Larra. "I should be able to work them loose eventually."

That happy thought proved short-lived, however.

"Get on your knees, Miss Court," Fujima commanded.

Larra did as she was ordered, dropping to the floor of the compound with her bound hands in front of her. Fujima himself, now took charge. He had something special in the way of bondage planned for her.

Larra was dismayed when Fujima seized her bound wrists and pulled them over her head and then forced her hands behind her head. Taking a short length of rope he tied her wrists to her neck, so that she could not move them from behind her head without tightening the rope about her throat. The coarse hemp rope chaffed against the delicate skin of her graceful neck.

"Hold her in that position," ordered Fujima. Two soldiers came up and took hold of Larra’s arms, holding her in the kneeling position.

Larra felt her temper rising. "What the Hell do you think you are doing?" she demanded, "I am under the protection of Lord Takeda. I have the sanction of the Japanese imperial government. You have no right to treat me like this!"

Fujima struck her heavily across the face. "Wrong response," Larra thought. Indignation was not going to get her out of this situation.

She tried a different tack. "What do you want of me?" Why have I been tied like this?"

Fujima struck her again. He did not like the attitude of this arrogant white woman. "I will ask the questions," he replied and he slapped her again.

Larra tasted blood where the inside of her mouth had been cut by being forced against her teeth. She was beginning to suspect that Fujima simply wanted to torment her and had no real questions to ask. She tried submissiveness. "I will answer your questions. What do you wish to know?"

Fujima smiled. The foreign bitch was learning some manners. He had no idea how she had managed to obtain such influence with Lord Takeda, but Colonel Hondo had assured him that if he treated her as a spy his actions would be fully appropriate. Since Fujima hated and despised Europeans on principle, he did not need much encouragement to treat them as cruelly as he could.

Fujima seized Larra’s long braid, pulling her head back so that she was forced to look up at him. A small trickle of blood oozed from her bruised lips. "I want the truth from you this time. Why have you come here?"

Larra gave the same answer that was supplied by the information in Lord Takeda’s letter. "I am on an archeological expedition to Mongolia. Lord Takeda and the Japanese government granted me safe passage to the Mongolian border."

This time Fujima struck her with his fist, the blow landing just below her eye. Larra had expected it, and although it snapped her head back viscously, she did not cry out.

"Answer me truthfully this time," shouted Takeda. "Why are you here?"

"I cannot answer any other way," Larra protested.

Instead of striking her, Fujima gripped her by the throat, squeezing so hard that he bruised the elegant flesh. "Your story is ridiculous. You are a white woman in a northern province of Japan. We have just had several clashes with Russian troops. Japanese solders have been killed. And then you show up from out of nowhere, with a counterfeit document that supposedly gives you the protection of one of the great families of Japan. Colonel Hondo knows that you are a Russian spy. I demand that you tell me the truth. Why are you here? Who sent you? What is your mission?

Larra did not answer. She knew that nothing she said would satisfy Fujima.

Fujima let go on her throat and hair. "If you will not answer then we shall have to find a way to make you more cooperative."

Reaching down Fujima took the front of Larra’s filmy undershirt in his hands and slowly ripped it in half. Her heavy breasts, only half covered by her brassiere, were now open to the cold Manchurian air. Pulling hard on what was left of her undergarment, he tore the tattered fragments from her body and let it fall to the ground. Fujima stepped back to admire his handiwork.

Still held by two of Fujima’s soldiers, Larra remained on her knees. Her breasts rose and fell majestically, thrusting half out of her bra. Already, her arms, forced awkwardly behind her neck, ached from the contrived position. Fujima licked his lips, anticipating what he planned for her. "Lift her up," he ordered.

The two soldiers dragged her to her feet. Fujima pointed to two other soldiers. "Take off her boots and pants."

Larra tried to break free of the two men holding her, but they were expecting such an attempt and held her fast despite her vigorous struggles. As the other two soldiers closed in she tried to kick them, but the awkward position of her arms and the grip of the two soldiers made any coordinated effort impossible. Her breasts bounced erotically, almost flying out of her bra as she heaved her body against their restraining arms.

Larra almost wept with despair as her boots and socks were yanked off, followed by her trousers. Only her bra and panties afforded her any privacy from the obscene stares of the Japanese soldiers. "Put her on her knees again," said Fujima.

As her almost nude body was pushed to the ground, Fujima crouched on the ground with her. Taking his time, Fujima ran his hands over the gorgeous dark-haired beauty’s body. Approaching her breasts from below, he ran his thumb under the cups of her brassiere, and lifted the garment from her quivering mammaries. As Larra’s pink tipped breasts fell free, he tightened his grip of the material of her bra and tore it from her body. Then he moved his hands down to the thin gauze of her panties. The filmy material was so translucent that every detail of her public area was clearly visible. With a quick tug he tore the remaining garment from her loins.

Fujima stood up. He had another length of rope in his hands. Stepping behind her, he tied it to her wrists and then pulled it hard down to her bare buttocks. As her wrists were pulled down, Larra was forced to arch her back thrusting her prominent breasts even farther out in front of her. Then Fujima ran the coarse hemp rope between the moons of her sensitive buttocks and brought it up the front, parting her labia with it as he pulled it as tight as he could before tying it around her neck. Larra gasped as the bristles of the coarse cut into the soft flesh of her ass and her vagina.

"Take her outside," Fujima commanded.

The cold October air flowed over her skin, but Larra was sweating profusely. With each step the coarse hemp rope cut into her vagina and rasped into the flesh of her buttocks. The soldiers dragged her to an open area outside the compound. In the middle of the open space was an ancient tree, long since dead, but still standing leafless and gaunt. Fujima was carrying another length of rope. He tossed it over an upper branch of the tree so that it hung down both sides of the branch. Larra could guess what was about to happen, and she redoubled her futile efforts to escape. Ignoring her struggles, Fujima tied one end of the rope to her wrists, which were still secured behind her neck. Then, grabbing the free end of the rope he pulled it taut forcing her up on her toes. He tied the free end of the rope to the tree truck so that she was required to remain in that position. And then he stepped back to admire his efforts.

After a few seconds, Fujima went over to a large willow tree and cut off a few of the branches. He purposely chose light thin withes. He wanted to inflict maximum pain with minimum damage. He had other plans for that extraordinary body and he did not want her mutilated.

Handing out the withes to two of his soldiers he stepped back to watch and the beating began.

* * *

Larra slowly drifted back to reality. In recounting her predicament she had gone into a sort of trance that freed her from the pain of her dilemma. But now Fujima was standing in front of her. He was speaking to her again. "Have you reconsidered Miss Court? We can keep this up for as long as necessary."

Larra looked at him through half-closed eyes. She was having trouble focusing on what he was saying. His voice seemed to come from the top of a well, and she was at the bottom. Larra saw Fujima grimace angrily. "Wake up you white bitch!" His hand slapped her hard across the right side of her face.

The blow snapped her back to reality. Suddenly she was aware of the biting pain of the coarse rope that was cutting into her vagina. With a faint groan she straightened her legs, trying to relieve the biting tension of the rope. She had to raise her body on to the tips of her toes to alleviate the discomfort of the rough cord.

Fujima slapped her again, this time with his right hand, catching her on top of the bruise on her left cheek. Larra gave a gasp of pain. "Are you awake now? Answer my questions!"

For all his talk about having as much time as he needed, Fujima was not a patient man. He was becoming irritated at what he took for stubborn resistance on Larra’s part. He wanted answers now.

"Tell me what you know!" he insisted.

Larra made no response. What could she say? Any reply she gave would either be a lie or would probably infuriate Fujima even more.

Fujima seemed to lose control. He rained several open-handed slaps on her already battered face, and then balling his hands into fists drove his knuckles into her exposed belly.

Larra struggled for breath. His surprise punch had knocked the breath out of her. She wanted to double up in pain, but the ropes restraining her prevented it. All she could do was gasp, attempting to draw air into her lungs.

Fujima cursed. "Resume the beating," he ordered.

The two privates holding the willow withes closed in again, and then a shot rang out. And then another shot. And then an entire fusillade. Bullets ripped the open area where Larra’s body was displayed. The flying lead came from all directions mowing down the assembled Japanese solders. Panicking, the remaining soldiers took refuge in the inner compound of the farmhouse. Somehow, Fujima managed to be one of them, running faster than the majority of his men.

From all sides came the sounds of galloping horses. Firing as they came, a dozen or more Mongol warriors swept into the farmyard. One of them, a huge man riding a giant black stallion, thundered up to Larra. In his right arm he held a curved sword. A quick sweep of the sword severed the ropes suspending her from the tree, and then reaching down with his other hand, he swept Larra up and across the stallion’s neck. Wheeling the horse around he spurred it away from the return fire that was now coming from the farmhouse. Within a few seconds the powerful animal had carried them safely away from the area of danger.

Larra bounced along on the stallion’s shoulders, held in place by the powerful Mongol warrior who had rescued her. The entire episode was a confused blur to her. She was barely aware of what was happening. She only knew that she was being subjected to a jarring ride that further aggravated her injuries and pounded her cruelly bound body with every stride the powerful animal took. Her head began to swim and black spots danced before her eyes as she slowly fell into the sweet and relieving realm of unconsciousness.