The small motorboat bobbed in the still-dark waters. Katherine paced the deck, peering into the darkness. From time to time, a shimmer in the water, or the rustle of branches told her where the river ended, and where the jungle on either side of it began.

Down below, she could hear one of her henchmen grumbling, though he kept his voice low enough she couldn’t tell who or what exactly he was saying. The last couple of days had been a strain on all of them. She’d picked this fast motorboat more for its speed and availability then its creature comforts; like sleeping space or a proper galley. The hired thugs had complained incessantly about that since they’d left in a hurry, to catch up with their quarry.

“It’d be far more cramped with three more people.” Katherine thought, not that that had stopped them from also complaining about her ordering them to dispose of Dr. Cardosa and her companions. Letting them rape the three women had made the thugs more pliable, Katherine admitted, but she didn’t fancy trying to keep track of them aboard this boat while trying to keep an eye on the archeologists. Too much risk they might escape and ruin everything. Better that she had gotten rid of them when she did.

Katherine assumed Smith and his men had dumped the three in a shallow grave in the jungle, or sent them to the bottom of the river tied to a weight, or something similarly final. She had no idea the three were still alive. At the moment, they were lying on the floor, hogtied and hooded, in a warehouse back at port, watched over by partners of Smith and his men in the international white slave trade. The unfortunate women were waiting for the ship that would take them across the sea to a slave market in some forgotten corner of the globe. Katherine also didn’t know that Smith intended for her and the archeologists as well, to join them on their one-way trip.

There was a cough from behind Katherine. Smith was standing at the hatch behind her. “What do you want!” Katherine snapped, trying to hide her startlement at being snuck up on.

“Sorry…” Smith said, his voice neutral. “Just wanted to know when we’re going to be done with this.”

“When Morris gets back and tells us if they’ve moved the boat on we’ll follow them.” Katherine replied. An hour earlier, she’d sent one of the men on ahead with the boat’s small motor launch to sneak up on the archeologist’s boat, under darkness and spy on them a bit.

“That’s not what I meant.” Smith replied, his voice hard. “We could have nailed them easy enough back in town, without having to go chasing them upriver into the jungle. Now we’ve been following them almost a week, when are we going to get this over with and bag those bitches.”

“When I say so.” Katherine snapped back. She didn’t care for his mutinous tone.

“When will that be?” Smith asked. “Maybe when you find that “Lost City they’re looking for?”

“What the-How-How did you find that out?” Katherine asked, startled. “Did you read through my notes?” She demanded, angrily.

“Well, it’s a small boat, easy to leave things lying out.” Smith answered casually. “Now, why don’t you fill me in on the rest of the details?” His voice was grim.

“Or what?” Katherine responded, for the first time fear entering her voice as she realized she was a long way from anything else with four desperate men who might do anything to her if she didn’t playthings very carefully.

“Well, accidents can happen…be a long time before anyone found you.”

“Bastard…” Katherine sighed. “Fine. Dr. Cardosa was researching a supposedly lost city. Somewhere near here in the jungle. She sent off a partially translated map to these bitches.” She nodded her head downriver towards where the other boat was anchored in the darkness. “We’re gonna follow them until they find it, then take them out so I can claim it for myself.”

“The credit for finding it?” Smith said with a smirk. “That’s rich. Does this lost city have any treasure? Gold?”

“Maybe…” Katherine replied, reluctantly.

“Interesting. And you thought you’d keep us in the dark about this?”

“You’ve been more than compensated for your efforts…” Katherine began.

“Not if there’s some treasure in all this.” Smith replied.

“We…we can work this all out when we get there.” Katherine told him. “You still need me. I know how to get the biggest payout for whatever we find. You won’t get nearly as much without me.”

“Possibly.” Smith said. He was about to continue, when they heard the sound of a boat paddling towards them in the dark. A moment later, Morris pulled alongside and climbed up onto the larger boat.

“What did you find?” Smith asked, before Katherine could say anything.

“I got pretty close to the boat.” Morris replied. “They aren’t keeping any sort of watch, near as I could tell. It looks like most of the passengers and crew have gone ashore. I think there might be just one or two left aboard at the moment.”

“Good.” Smith said, a cruel grin crossing his face. “In that case, I think it’s time we end this.” With a sideway glance at his “employer”, the man turned towards the hatch below decks. ‘Get up here, you lot!” He called down. A moment later, the other two men came out on deck. Grabbing their gear, all of them clambered down into the smaller launch and rowed out into the darkness…

***  

“Alright, let’s see them…” Paula said, peering over the top of her cards.

With some trepidation, Kelly laid down her hand. “Pair of sixes.” She said.

With a sly grin, the sailor flipped over her cards. “Two tens.” She said triumphantly. The graduate student groaned as Paula scooped up the pot; a handful of pennies and several paperclips. She picked up the deck and quickly shuffled the cards with evident skill.

“Are you sure there isn’t anything else to do on this boat?” Kelly asked, eyeing her dwindling stack of makeshift chips and remembering the penalty they had agreed on for the loser of this game.

“If you’d rather be hauling bags out in the jungle…” Paula replied, half-handedly.

Kelly shook her head. She’d had enough of hiking through the jungle after the professors, carrying a backpack heavy with scientific equipment for taking measurements and celestials readings of the stars and what not. Earlier that day, she’d been more than happy to let Captain Powell go in her place, curious to see what an archeological expedition was like, while she stayed behind on the boat and relaxed.

She wasn’t relaxed now, as she took the cards Paula dealt her, looking in vain for any semblance of a poker hand. By her own expression, the sailor might have dealt herself a royal flush. She picked up a couple pennies from her stack and tossed them into the center of the table.

Just as Kelly was reaching to slide some of her own pennies across, there was a load ‘thump’ as something hit the side of the boat. The two women looked up, startled. “What was that?” Kelly asked.

“Probably a log or something, floating in the river.” Paula replied. “Stay here, I’m gonna go check on it.” She turned and walked up the stairs to the deck. A moment later, Kelly heard a startled cry coming from up above. It was suddenly cut off, abruptly.

“Paula!” Kelly cried out in fright, jumping up from the table. Before she could move, someone came down the stairs. Kelly screamed in fright. The figure was a tall, burly man, dressed in dark jungle camouflage, a mask covering his face. In his hands was a large pistol. He pointed it at the young woman.

“Shut up! Put your hands on your head!” The man ordered in a gruff voice. Coming down the stairs behind him were three more figures. Two of them were men, dressed like the first in dark fatigues and carrying guns. The third, Kelly saw, was Paula. The young woman was held in the tight grip of one of the men. His other hand was clamped tight over his captive’s mouth, muffling her frantic cries. To Kelly’s relief, the sailor looked unharmed, though she had a look of terror on her face.

“Over there! Against the wall!” The first man barked at Kelly, indicating the spot with his gun. Stunned with fright, the young woman stumbled across the cabin to the empty wall. The other man let go of Paula and shoved her in that direction. Standing side by side, the two women exchanged looks of fright. They whimpered as coils of rope appeared in the men’s hands.

“Both of you, turn around and cross your hands behind your backs.” One of the men ordered as they advanced on the trembling women…

***  

“Well, did you make any progress?” Captain Powell asked Louise.

The archeologist nodded. “Well, I’ll have to spend some time looking over all of the data gathered today and compare it with the earlier stuff, but I think we’re getting close to the city. I hope so, anyway…”

The two women were hiking through the jungle, following the rough trail they had blazed the day before. They had camped out that night in the woods, to let Louise and Naomi take the celestial readings of the stars and moon. After adjusting them to account for several centuries of orbital movement, the archeologists could compare them to the ancient descriptions of the stars seen in the sky over the City of the Gods. If they differed, she would figure out by how much, and in what direction, then they’d move the boat further up the river and take new readings. If they were the same, though…

“Are we there yet?” Came a voice from behind the two on the trail. Lucy followed behind Louise and Jennifer, a few steps in front of Naomi. A large pack with their camping gear was on her back. “I’m tired of playing pack mule…”

“Then you shouldn’t have volunteered…” Naomi chided the student, playfully. “Come on, it’s not much further. See, there’s the glade where we rested yesterday, after we’d only been hiking three or four hours…” Lucy groaned.

Less than three hours later, though not enough for the tired grad student, the women came around another bend in the trail. At that moment, the trees and thick underbrush that had crowded around them on either side broke and the four could see the river ahead of them and the boat, anchored close to shore.    

“Finally!” Lucy said, finding the energy at last to hurry on ahead of the others. She clambered onto the deck and descended the stairs, disappearing below.

“Well…” Jennifer said, watching her go.

“Yeah,” Louise replied, shrugging. “Well, if she’s lucky, we’re nowhere near the city and she won’t have to haul anything for a couple days while we sail…”

The three women on shore didn’t notice that, the moment Lucy had come down the stairs, she had been grabbed by the two men lurking in wait in the cabin. A gloved hand over her mouth silenced the startled woman before she could cry out in fright. Her eyes widened as she spotted Kelly and Paula. The two other women had been stringently hogtied with tight coils of rope. Bands of cloth covered their eyes and mouths. From the muffled moans escaping their gags, more cloth had been stuffed in to keep them quiet, so they wouldn’t give away the trap.

Lucy whimpered in fright as her own hands were drawn behind her back and rope looped around them…

On shore, Naomi glanced over her shoulder back at the other two women. “Well, are you coming?” She asked as she stepped up onto the boat’s gangplank.

“Just in a moment.” Louise replied. “Gonna think for a moment before we get going.” From her pocket, she pulled out the journal and flipped through a couple pages.

With a shrug, Naomi climbed up onto the boat and went to the steps. As with Lucy, the moment the archeologist came through the hatch, she was grabbed by the two thugs lurking in wait. Her eyes went wide as she took everything in. Across from her, Lucy had now been hogtied like the other captives. A thick cloth gag was clenched between her teeth. The two thugs tying her up lifted their captive up and set her down beside the other helpless women. Lucy sobbed, helplessly, as a blindfold was tied over her tear filled eyes. Beside her, Kelly and Paula echoed her with fearful whimpers of their own.

Standing in the corner of the cabin, observing all of this impassively, was a tall woman dressed in field clothes. As Naomi was forced to her knees and felt her arms being tied, her eyes narrowed as she recognized the woman: Katherine Von Gruan. “That bitch!” Naomi thought, suddenly realizing what was going on here…

The two men finished tying up Lucy. They stood up. “Get ready.” One of the men binding Naomi told them. “The other two should be coming down any second now. When they come in, grab them.” He jerked the rope in his hands tight, eliciting a whimper from Naomi as the ropes circling her chest in tight horizontal bands were cinched tight.

Sure enough, a second later, they heard the footsteps of the last two women as they came up onto the boat. Naomi closed her eyes, feeling helpless. Just as the two reached the top of the stairs, Naomi suddenly pulled her head back, shaking off the hand clamped over her mouth. “Don’t come down! Louise! It’s a trap! Run for i-Mmmppphhh!!!” She managed to scream out a warning before the hand was once more clamped over her mouth, silencing her.

From up on the stairs, they heard Louise and Jennifer turn and run for the gangplank. “Dammit!” the leader of the thugs swore. ‘Get that bitch gagged! You two get after them!” He turned and charged up the stairs, the other two men close behind him. Naomi groaned as the man holding her roughly pried open her mouth to shove a wad of cloth between her lips, but as the cleave gag was tied on, the young woman was grinning underneath the band of cloth…

***  

“Hang on! I…can’t go…any further…” Louise managed to say, between gasps for air. Half a dozen paces ahead of her, Jennifer staggered to a halt. She was also panting heavily. The women had been running at a frantic pace through the jungle, since Naomi had shouted her warning. They were both tired and sweaty from their exertions.

“Naomi…” Louise thought glumly, trying hard not to imagine what was happening to her friend and the other women, almost certainly being held captive in the clutches of those men right now.

“I…think we lost them…” Jennifer said in a quiet voice. For the first ten or fifteen minutes of the chase, the men had been right behind them, loudly crashing through the underbrush in pursuit of the two women. But now, though, all they could hear only the sound of the jungle that surrounded them on all sides. “Who were they?”

Louise shook her head. “I don’t know…” She reached into her pocket and pulled out the medallion. “But now I think I know why the professor sent me this and her journal in such a hurry.”      
     
“I suppose that means they won’t stop chasing us, then.” Jennifer replied. Louise shook her head. To her surprise, the captain smiled. “Good. Then they won’t be expecting us to double-back and come straight at them.”

“What!?!” Louise exclaimed in surprise.

“The way I see it,” the former navy lieutenant told her, “They’re expecting us to just keep running. They won’t be ready if we try and double back, make for the boat. With any luck, we can take it back and be gone before they realize what’s happened.”

“What about Naomi? And Paula and the others? We can’t just leave them behind!” Louise said.

Jennifer shook her head. “With any luck, they’re being kept captive on the boat. Anyway, even if they’re not, the only chance they’ve got is if we can escape and alert the authorities. We won’t do them any good if we get ourselves caught trying to rescue them.”

“Fine.” Louise replied, uncomfortably.

With renewed purpose, the two started once more through the jungle. Jennifer led the way, cutting a path that swung around, a hundred yards north and parallel to the path they’d taken during their panicked flight from the boat. They took care to obscure their tracks as much as possible, to keep any hunters from finding them. Once or twice, the women lay down, silently, when they heard someone, or something moving through the underbrush nearby, but each time, the figure moved on without coming closer to them. By the late afternoon, they reached the river.

“Stay low…keep quiet.” Jennifer cautioned, as they edged forward. Through the thin screen of underbrush hiding them, the two could see the Duchess, still anchored in the same spot they’d left it. One of the thugs stood on the deck, his attention divided between watching the shore and eyeing the four captive women nearby.

Naomi and the other captives had been moved up onto the deck. The four women had been bound, sitting on the deck, back to back in pairs, with neat, horizontal bands of rope binding their torsos together, above and below their breasts. They were gagged and blindfolded with bands of white cloth.

Seeing her friends like this made Louise’ heart tremble. She might have tried to leap from the underbrush and run to the ship if Jennifer hadn’t stopped her. “The man’s armed.” She said, pointing to the pistol on his belt. “You wouldn’t get within fifty yards now. We need to wait until dusk. With night, we’ll have some chance of sneaking to the boat in the dark. Until then, we need to wait…” Louise gave an anxious whimper, but she could only nod.

As they waited, keeping watch on the boat and their friends, Jennifer noticed movement on deck. “Louise!” She whimpered, waving to her companion. “Someone else came on deck, a woman.” She pointed. Louise peered out through the bushes. Her eyes widened in recognition. She gasped. “You recognize her?”

Louise nodded. “Katherine Von Gruan. She’s an archeologist, one with a bad reputation. She’s infamous for grave robbing, selling stolen antiquities on the black market, stealing other archeologist’s finds…she’s utterly ruthless when it comes to her next big score.”

“Guess you were right about what this is all about.” Jennifer said. “Say, she doesn’t look too happy, does she?” Katherine was pacing the deck angrily. She turned, walking over to the bound and gagged Naomi. Tearing away the captive’s gag, Katherine began questioning her.

“I think she’s looking for this.” Louise replied, indicating the medallion around her neck. Louise watched, fearing for Naomi as she was interrogated. Fortunately, the prisoner’s answer seemed to pacify the other woman, if not too make her happy. With a growl of frustration, Katherine stuffed Naomi’s gag back and reapplied band in place to keep it in there.

Things were quiet for a couple of hours following that. Late in the evening as the sun was sinking over the jungle, Louise and Jennifer heard movement in the jungle. They lay down in the underbrush, but the thugs moved on past, emerging from the jungle, moving towards the boat.

Katherine stepped forward to talk to the men. With the encroaching twilight, Louise and Jennifer had crept close enough to them they could make out what was being said.

“Did you catch them?” Katherine asked. The leader of the thugs shook his head.

“Lost their trail in the jungle. We’ll need to wait until morning and there’s better light to pick it up again.”

“Dammit! We need to find them. One of the bitches has the key. It isn’t here anyway and we need that to find the Lost City or there’s no payout!”

“Relax, they aren’t going to get far. It’s a hundred miles of thick jungle in every direction and I doubt they’ll be dumb enough to try and make it on foot. As long as we’ve got their boat they’re trapped. Might even turn themselves in, if we’re lucky…”

Louise glanced over at Jennifer. The former officer gave a resigned shrug. “We’ll have to try anyway…what choice do we have?” She asked, grimly. Louise sighed, but nodded as well. The two kept watch on the boat. To their dismay, the men seemed in no hurry to leave.

“Alright, here’s the plan…” Jennifer finally said, when it was close to midnight. “I’ll circle back into the jungle, create a distraction to lure the men away. You move upriver a mile and swim out into the water. They won’t be expecting anyone to come from the riverside, you can take them by surprise.” She reached down to her belt and drew a long utility knife. “If there are any left on the boat, you’ll need this.” She held the knife out, hilt first, towards Louise. “Get aboard, take out anyone you find, free the others and then sail away as fast as you can.”

Louise took the blade with some trepidation. “What about you? How will you get away?”

“I’ll run out and hide in the jungle for a couple days. I’ve got some survival training, I’ll manage.” Jennifer reassured her. “When you get back to civilization, you can send help back here to get me. It’s out best chance.” She added. “Go on, go!”

Reluctantly, Louise turned and crept off into the darkness. She stumbled through the underbrush, trying to move as slowly as possible, until she heard water running nearby. The young woman unslung her bag and tucked it under a moss-covered log. She kicked off her boots, followed by her socks, shirt and shorts. Clad in only her panties, the medallion around her neck and the knife clenched between her teeth, Louise waded out into the cold, dark river. She fought the urge to swear as the icy water splashed over her nearly naked body.

Awkwardly, she kicked a few more feet out, trying not to think of crocodiles, snakes or piranhas as she swam towards the lit patch of shore that marked the boat. Fortunately, the current was with her and in a few minutes she was bobbing in the dark water, underneath the hull of the boat.      

“I…just…need to…wait…for Jennifer’s distraction.” Louise thought, her teeth chattering loud enough she was sure the men on the boat would hear her. The young woman treaded water for several minutes longer, before there was a sudden commotion from shore on the opposite side of the boat. Jennifer shouted in mock-fright, getting the attention of everyone on the boat.

“Go, get after them!” A man shouted. Louise heard feet pounding across the deck to the gangplank. As they crashed off into the jungle, chasing after Jennifer, everything aboard went quiet, save the lapping of water against the hull and the soft whimpers of the captives kneeling on the deck. Louise waited another minute, to make sure the thugs were gone. With a groan, Louise clambered out of the water, as quietly as she could.

Dripping water across the deck, the young woman glanced around. To her relief, she didn’t see anyone on the deck, aside from the four young women kneeling in their bonds. “Naomi!” Louise said, running over to her friend. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna untie you, then we’re all getting out of here!” Hearing this, the four captives moaned into their gags in relief.

Louise crouched beside Naomi. Hurriedly, she began sawing at the thick ropes that held her and Lucy together. They squirmed, anxious to be freed after their long captivity. The young woman was so intensely concentrated on what she was doing, Louise didn’t notice someone coming up the stairs from below decks.

“Hey!” A man shouted. Louise turned to see one of the large, burly thugs bearing down on her. She had no time to try and escape. An instant later, the man’s thick, strong arms were wrapped around the smaller woman’s body. Louise cried out as she was yanked back by her attacker. The knife was jerked out of her hands and fell with a clatter on the deck.

Louise kicked and screamed and fought like a wildcat, but her efforts made little impression on the strong grip holding her. Though she knew she didn’t have a chance, Louise kept fighting until the man had her pressed on her belly on the deck of the boat. Holding the young woman pinned down with one arm, the thug grabbed some rope from nearby and started wrapping it around her wrists. It didn’t take long before her arms were trapped in the tight coils.

“Thought you were going to get away, eh?” The man taunted his captive, as he finished tying her up. “Forget about it. We’d never let hot bitches like you escape us.” As the ropes were yanked tight around her legs, Louise moaned in dismay as she lost her freedom. Nearby, the other captives sobbed through their gags as they listened, helplessly, to their one hope for rescue slip away…

The thug finished binding Louise’ feet together, then roped her into a strict hogtie. Louise groaned as she was bent back into a taut bow. The man rolled her over onto her side. He leered down at her naked chest, thrust out by the tight position she was bound in. His eyes continued further, to the skimpy pair of white panties that were all that preserved the young woman’s modesty now. Wet from her swim, the cloth was semi-transparent, showing the outline of the lips of her sex and the patch of neatly trimmed fur over them. His hands reached out to caress her naked breasts, still wet from the river.

“No! Please no!” Louise begged, squirming in her bonds as she felt his touch all over her unclad body. The man paid her little attention as he kept fondling her. When he tired of her pleas, the man drew his knife. Two quick snips were sufficient to cut the thin panties off. Whisking the ruined cloth away from her crotch, the man balled them up and stuffed the wad in Louise’ mouth. He then reached into his pocket and drew out a none-too-clean rag, which was tied in a band between her lips to keep her gag in. Louise sobbed, chewing on the rough gag, fighting the urge to wretch, as he returned to pawing at her breasts. She knew this had been their last chance at escaping. Now she and the others were stuck with whatever their captors had planned for them.

As if to drive home that point, a moment later, two of the men who had run off into the jungle reappeared. Tossed over the shoulder of the second man was the struggling figure of Jennifer. The captain had had her hands and feet bound with cord, with a strip of cloth muffling her loud cursing as she was carried up onto the boat and deposited, none too gently, on the desk beside Louise. Jennifer whimpered in despair, seeing Louise tied up and stripped naked. They exchanged looks of horror as their captors talked.

“Starting the party early, David?” Smith asked, eying the man fondling Louise.

“She was like this when I found her on deck, trying to free the others.” Louise’ captor replied. “Well, plus the pair of panties stuffed in her mouth. She must have swum up around the back of the boat.”

“Well then, it seems we are short but one captive…” Smith said. From down river came the sound of another woman cursing loudly. “And here she is!”

Out of the darkness, a second, smaller motor boat pulled up alongside the riverboat. Standing at the helm was Katherine and the fourth thug. As they pulled alongside, he gave the young woman a shove. She stumbled forward onto the other boat. As she fell to her knees, Louise and the other captives could see her hands and feet were bound with rope.

“Let me go, you bastards!” Katherine screamed.

“I caught her trying to slip away on the other boat with this.” Morris said, holding up the journal.

“Good job, Morris.” Smith said. He leaned down over Katherine. “So, trying to sneak off…and just as I’d finally got you your damn key!” He reached over and took the medallion from around Louise’ neck. “Take the good doctor to her cabin. See that she doesn’t escape.” He turned back to Katherine, setting the strap of the medallion around her neck. “I hope you will have the location of the Lost City worked out by tomorrow morning, otherwise…” He nodded his head towards the other captives. “You can join the other women serving as out ‘entertainment’ until we get back to the coast.”

Katherine gave a horrified expression as she was marched below deck. Meanwhile, the other captives sobbed into their gags as their fate was announce. The women squirmed in their bonds as the men turned towards them. Within moments, the captives were untied from one another. The women were untied, one at a time, and stripped naked.

Their freedom was short lived. Louise grunted into her gag as she was roughly thrown over the railing of the boat. A rope was run around the back of her neck and the base of one of the railing poles, forcing her to keep her head down, her naked bottom thrust up into the air. The other girls were placed in the same, shameful position, three girls on each side of the boat.

Louise squirmed, face red with shame at the thought that her naked ass and sex were on clear display to the men. When she felt one of them bend down and begin to untie her legs, she suddenly realized why they were being tied like this. Grunting into her gag, Louise kicked and bucked, not making it easy for her captor to retie her feet. Across on the jungle side of the boat, Naomi fought as well, unwilling to submit to her ravishment without a fight.

Despite this, it took only moments for the men, experienced at handling willful female captives, to grab their ankles and quickly lash them to the railings, spread out wide. The other women, exhausted from their long imprisonment already, had no fight left in them. They meekly allowed their feet to be untied and spread, heads hung low, sobbing in fright, at what they knew was coming, but were could do nothing to stop. Soon, all six women were stripped naked and bent over the rails, legs spread open for the impending gang rape.

The men waited a minute, for Smith to return from below deck. When their boss reappeared, they could wait no longer. Louise squirmed helpless in her bonds as she heard one of the men come up behind her. She couldn’t see who, the way she was bound all she could look at was the dark water, a few feet below her face, not that it mattered. Rough hands grabbed at her ass, spreading her checks wide. She felt the tip of his manhood slide across the lips of her sex, getting lined up. Across the boat, one of the other captives gave a muffled squeal as she was penetrated. Then, Louise’ own rapist suddenly plunged forward, pushing his manhood deep into her sex. Louise groaned into her gag, feeling the thick shaft moving inside her as the man started pumping in and out. Two more of the captives screamed in disbelief as they were roughly taken. Louise couldn’t tell who, their gag muffled screams all sounded alike.

The man behind Louise groaned in pleasure as he continued to rape the archeologist. Louise whimpered, tears flooding her eyes, each penetration bringing fresh pain building between her legs. It felt like hours, as he worked her over, before he gave one final groan and shot his load deep inside her. Louise slumped over, weeping brokenly as he slid out of her, leaving his hot cum filling her sex. Over the next minute, the other men also finished inside with their respective playthings. They stepped back and changed places. Beside Louise, Kelly whimpered into her gag, feeling one of the men up close behind her, as her turn came to be raped. She screamed loudly as he slid into her.

Meanwhile, a second man came up behind Louise. She didn’t have the strength to react, beyond an anguished moan, as he took her in her womanhood. Smith and his men kept at it, late into the night. Each of the captives was taken multiple times, in the pussy and the ass, by several of their captors. Between rapes, while they caught their breath, the men amused themselves by whipping the women’s asses and thighs with switches cut from river reeds, stripping them red up and down their backsides. Then, their lust renewed, the men would pair off with four of the captives for a fresh new round of misery for their captives and lustful joy for themselves…