BRUTAL REVENGE

Denise La Croix

 Copyright resides with author

Free chapter available from bdsmbooks.com

      Another best seller from the pen of Denise la Croix. A story of brutal punishment at the hands of Ethiopian Rebels and the revenge of a British Secret Agent. Hard and nasty, extreme BDSM, interracial, male/female Dom, male/male Dom.

PROLOGUE.

       The young woman staggered out of the dense foliage. Her skimpy clothes were in shreds and droplets of her blood had dried on her skin where the thorns had torn her tender flesh. She ran towards the tall dry grasses for some protection; her breath came in short rasps and her tired body cried out for rest. She was sweating profusely in the heat of the morning sun and from the pain of her bare feet on the hot sand. Only the memory of her captors and what had happened over the last couple of days spurred her on.

      Lisa Carter thought back to how she had arrived in this humiliating predicament.

      The four women had been captured and their Land Rover burnt and they had been taken to the secret hideout of the Rebel Freedom Army of Ethiopia and put into separate cells carved into the rock face of the gigantic mountains.

      The evening before, one of the guards had accidentally left the door to her cell unlocked, and even though she was weak she had somehow managed to escape. She had crept along one of the many dark passageways and found an air duct that provided fresh air for the underground cells. The grid was lose and hanging off by only one of its screws. Though exhausted, she had managed to crawl through the long duct and found that she was outside of the wooded mountain face. Looking out into the moonlit night there seemed to be no sign of movement within the shadows of many gnarled Carob bean trees. She filled her lungs with the cool night air and staggered out into the rocky area and found a small niche in some of the tangled undergrowth some way away from the prison and fell asleep.

      The hot early morning sun had awoken her and she was hungry and thirsty and she could feel a film of fine sand on her pale young skin that had blown on her during the night. As she looked around the desert-like area in front of her it looked desolate and sinister, there were dried-up tumbleweeds everywhere and wicked straggling weeds trying to trip her up as she made her way across the hot sand. Tears blurred her blue eyes as she squinted against the burning sun trying to find some other sort of shelter. Suddenly she noticed in the distance several palm trees looming, it looked vaguely like an oasis and she wondered if in fact it was only a mirage as she sat down on the hot sand panting. Her long tangled blonde hair trailed down her back to the roundness of her smooth hips. She reached up and tied it into an untidy knot. The top of her skimpy torn garment revealed her pert breasts that were covered with numerous scratches and her soft skin had started to burn from exposure to the already hot sun. As she surveyed the area around her she saw a light brown coloured vehicle approaching and she looked around for somewhere to hide, but now the sparse weeds were not sufficient to camouflage her and her hopes dropped as it came nearer and she realised that they were the Rebels looking for her and she could do nothing about it.

      Five men jumped out of the old Military Hummer, with the soft top of tan canvas. Each one of them was dressed in desert camouflage combat outfits and had a Kalashnikov AK- 47 rifle in their hands as they searched for her. She ducked down and lay spread-eagled and trembling on the sand, but it was too late-- she had been seen by one of the men through his powerful binoculars.

      The Commander of the band of rebels gave a shout as he caught sight of her and pointed his gun at her. Lisa knew there was no point in resisting him now and thought she would be better off dead anyway. He quickly approached her and then he bent down and grabbed her viciously by her right arm and pulled her savagely to her feet.

      “English whore. Bitch, you know that you have made it more difficult for the others; the Doctor will not be pleased with you, nor will the Sheikh.” He slapped her hard across her one cheek with the palm of his rough hand and her head snapped sharply to one side.

      Lisa slowly turned her head to look at him and spat in his face and he slapped her again, this time more brutally and the strength of the blow threw her down onto the sand and he kicked out at her with his heavily booted foot. The velocity of his savage kick as he slammed his right foot into her chest forced the air from her lungs and as she lay on the sand her body twisted with violent pain as she tried to regain her breath. She lay writhing at the cruel leader’s feet. He poked his boot into her ribs and gave her another vicious kick. This time she heard a slight crack as if one of her ribs had snapped and knew that she was probably seriously hurt as she cried out loudly. 

      “So, British whore, you thought you could escape from me. You stupid woman.” The Commander’s, cruel, tanned rugged face became distorted with anger as he shouted at her in excellent English, his dark blue eyes awash with disdain for her as he spat onto the ground with his contempt.

      She looked up at him through her tear-glazed eyes. “I shall report you to the United Nations and Civil Rights Organisation and you have no right to treat me like this. I am a British Citizen.” She shouted at him courageously though her stomach was churning with fear.

      “HUH, they have no control over us; we are the law around here, you stupid woman. They do not care about you either!” He laughed cruelly as he looked down at her.

      He clicked his thumb and two fingers and beckoned to his other two men and the sweaty ugly brutes came forward, handcuffed her wrists behind her back and blindfolded her then heaved her to her feet and with a firm grip on her bound arms they tugged her along blindly to the army vehicle and threw her into the back of it, chaining her to a steel ring that was bolted to one of the anti-roll bars of the Hummer and they drove off with her towards their secret hideout. She cried out and an angry Arabic voice shouted at her to be silent.

      As she swayed around on the ring, she wondered where she was being driven to, she supposed back to the hideout, to be imprisoned again, interrogated, raped or tortured or even sent to her death, she knew what the evil men were capable of from stories that had been told to her by some of the workers at another Christian Mission across the border.