by Henry Morgan
‘At least it’s going to be warm in there,’ Justin smiled unconvincingly, but his words were met with a heavy thump from the tribesman. There was no use retaliating because there were another four men, all armed, behind him.
They made their way along the avenue of fire to the ever-increasing sound of a drum thumping monotonously, and as they drew nearer to the tent Sabrina’s heart seemed to beat in time with it. Her chest hammered a growing rhythm, then all but stopped as the screech of a terrified woman rent the air. She looked at Justin, silently pleading with him to do something, but it was useless. The savages thumped them in the back and forced them onwards.
Both stepped into the tent drenched with fear. The heat hit them straightaway, as did the thick acrid air. All was screams and drumbeats and noise. Chukchi tribesmen were spinning on the spot and reaching for the ground before stretching for the sky.
‘It’s a fucking nightmare,’ screamed Sabrina, and her words were met with another blow from the spears which launched her forwards into the tent. Justin was also pushed to stand beside her. In front of them sat a Buddha-like figure. He was cross-legged on a mound of silver furs.
Suddenly the noise stopped and Sabrina looked around. Justin did the same, and their eyes came to rest on him at the same time.
It was David!
A leather thong was tied around the guiche ring piercing his scrotum, and another thong was wrapped about his neck. It looked as if the thong was pulling him backwards, but he was unable to fall because a hook had been pushed through each of his nipples and they were attached to thick fishing lines suspended over a frame. He was obviously in excruciating pain, but the leather strap about his neck stopped him from screaming. His forehead pulsated with a blue vein that looked about to burst, and the pressure he had to build in his neck had bulged his eyes and made him feel faint, but if he did faint and collapse his nipples and the surrounding flesh would be torn from his chest.
Justin tore his eyes away from his onetime friend, and for the briefest of moments wondered what madness had brought them to this inferno in the ice. His wandering eyes then found David’s girls. They were naked, no jewellery, no furs; pegged down on a bed of seaweed and being continually taken by Chukchi after Chukchi, who fell on them in twos and threes and took what they wanted. Occasionally one would scream, only to be silenced by a hand or a penis. There were no Chukchi women in the group; this was an all male hunting party, and they had found their prey.
The chief spoke and two men stepped forward and began cutting Justin’s clothes from his body. He asked them to stop, but they never even registered his words. A thong was placed around his neck and he knew the rest.
‘Please,’ he begged. ‘We are British. We have money. Take what you want.’ His cries were met with laughter and their laughter was met with screams as first one, and then two long barbless fishing hooks pierced his nipples. The hooks were pulled tight and the strap around his neck drew his head back.
Sabrina saw the two girls and noted the savagery of the tribesmen, but consoled herself that she had been through it all before, in Lubyanka. She would survive; she knew she was strong enough for that.
Other Chukchi descended upon her and she was stripped as expected. She remained silent and accepting; to fight would be to anger or excite them. She didn’t want either. All she was expecting was the prod of a penis, probably the chief’s, who would naturally take precedence.
Her arms were fastened behind her back. Then the four men picked her up and carried her face down to a fire. Now she did struggle, and less than two feet below her were the glowing embers. The heat scorched her face and the dry air desiccated her lungs with each agonising gasp. Slowly she was lifted upwards and tied to the same frame from which hung David and Justin. Her head flopped down, but with all her effort she raised it and stared at the fat Chukchi chief.
‘I hope you die in fucking agony,’ she cursed, as calmly as she could muster.
The chief continued smiling and pulled out a pouch, from which he took a wad of loki and filled a bone pipe. As he smoked one of his men threw a large bundle of loki twigs onto the fire, and the wet leaves began smoking immediately and the cloud of pain-relieving vapours hit Sabrina. She breathed deeply, inhaling as much as she could, and the pain turned to a peculiar buzzing sensation. The fire caressed her skin and her whole body felt aglow within wave after wave of sexual sensations.
The chief got up and lumbered behind her, positioned between her suspended legs. He opened them easily and nudged his cock towards her vulnerable entrance. Sabrina was ready, the pain and the ecstasy had prepared her for this.
She was penetrated with one aggressive lunge. She loved it, loved the sensation of being rocked back and forth on the frame, revelled in the torment her body could endure.
Her orgasm came with the crack of a gun and the deadweight of the Chukchi chief upon her back. His extra weight was too much for her restraints and she plunged into the fire, but fortunately the damp leaves had taken away much of the heat. She crawled from beneath his body and brushed the ashes from her skin. There was more gunfire and more screaming – only now it wasn’t the Chukchi captives, it was the Chukchi themselves.
Russian soldiers poured into the camp and were firing at anything that moved. Sabrina grabbed a knife from the chief’s belt and bounded towards Justin to cut him down.
‘What about David?’ he cried over the cackle of gunfire.
‘We haven’t got time!’ she screamed. ‘Let’s get out of here!’
Justin watched her run to their clothes, but he couldn’t leave his friend to be tortured. She had seen what they had done. How could she be so heartless? Sabrina threw his clothes at him and told him to hurry.
‘I’m going to release David,’ he shouted through all the mayhem.
David heard what Justin said and for a moment believed he had a chance, but Justin stopped in his tracks as Captain Vasili Leskov walked into the tent.
‘What the…!’ shouted Justin. ‘Doesn’t he ever give in?’
‘Come on!’ Sabrina screamed. ‘We’ve got to save ourselves.’
Through a half strangled throat David managed to screech Justin’s name, but it was no good. Sabrina had cut a hole in the tent wall and they were gone.
Gunfire reverberated everywhere. Chukchi were throwing themselves on armed soldiers like devils. Somewhere behind David a bullet had passed through the lung of a Chukchi and hit the frame that held him. The frame collapsed, pulling him forward and straining his neck as the leather thong bit into him. On the verge of passing out the thong broke and David fell to the ground, minus a nipple. He crawled forward as tracer bullets whizzed over his head and sought a burning ember. With gritted teeth he lowered his hands onto the flame until it burned its way through his bonds – and he was free!
His initial thought was safety, but he remembered the girls. They were safe too. Huddled in the seaweed they watched the soldiers cut down the tribesmen who had grinned and laughed as they abused them. David dragged them out and they made for the hole, grabbing furs and what was left of their clothing as they did so. But the captain had seen them. As David threw himself out of the tent a shot rang out from Vasili. It missed. David made for his sled and found the keys in the ignition. The sound of the engine brought more soldiers running, more shouting, more gunfire. David steered for the frozen Bering Strait, dodging boulders as he did so. They hit the ice and the sled picked up speed. He could hear Vasili shouting orders from the beach and he saw Justin and Sabrina running in front of him. He passed them at speed, Sabrina’s screams for help fading in the rush of cold air that bit into his wounds.
On the beach Vasili called for the rocket launcher, ripped out the safety lanyard and aimed. It missed the sled by several feet and exploded into the ice. The soldiers set off in pursuit as Sabrina and Justin fell into the freezing waters that were gushing around the broken ice. David heard their screams
and despite the urging voices of Mishka and Teena he stopped the sled. The Russians were bearing down on them. David went back. By the time he got there Justin was out of the water and gasping for air on his knees. David gestured for him to get on the sled. Sabrina saw her friend’s rescue and screamed for help too. David considered her plight. The Russians were coming. David looked at Justin… who said nothing. The sled sped away and, looking back, Justin saw her hand waving pitifully above the ice. Vasili was standing on the broken floe as it bobbed up and down on the disturbed sea. The Russian sank down on his knees and addressed the woman who had brought him so much calamity.
‘The tide of fate has brought you back to me,’ he said, and held out his hand. Sabrina reached out and grabbed it. The two shattered masses of ice began to move back together, like enormous frozen scissors.
Vasili grinned. ‘Come to Uncle Vanya,’ he said.
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