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Bataan Barb
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Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
That could be 'Goldman and Barb' situation either!
old slave
FELIS RESPICIENS
Kubo buggers up the escape plan(s)------it's all Barb's fault, she should have forced the splintered wood further in at the town hall, rather than performing first aid.
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
That's what's called 'fortune of war'!
18. Bataan Peninsula, near Lubao, early morning of April 15, 1942
Only slowly did the early morning light penetrate the deep ravine in which the partisans had hidden their aid station. Barb and Natalie had been up for hours, checking and rechecking their preparations to receive any wounded from the previous night’s raid. They had, however, received no word on what had happened. And as time passed a persistent worry that all was not well had put them on edge.
“Where did Sam go?” wondered Natalie, noticing the absence of the elderly partisan that Alejandro had left behind to protect them.
“Down to the bottom of the ravine again, I think,” replied Barb.
“Isn’t this the third time he’s disappeared?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
“I wish there was some way we could better communicate with him. Remember that premonition I told you about during the night, Lieutenant? I still worry that this place could turn out to be a death trap!”
“I know, I know.”
*************
Nora and Shirley were weary and footsore, having been on the move for hours over narrow trails that led into the upland interior of the peninsula. The partisans had been quick about rounding up the few dozen POWs who had managed to break out of the compound during the raid, dividing them into small groups of about half a dozen, each of which was to be escorted into the backcountry and safety via different preplanned routes.
The two nurses had stuck close to Whitaker and his two buddies, Norm and Clem. And together the five of them, plus another American POW, who said his name was Bill, constituted one of the groups. They had been led away by an English-speaking partisan, who introduced himself as Alejandro, and another grim-faced man who said nothing.
Walking single-file, with Alejandro in the lead, they had been forced to negotiate a poorly-defined, nearly imperceptible track, that took them steadily upward into hilly terrain, passing for much of the way through dense woodland and undergrowth, the branches, fronds and brambles of which slapped and tore at their clothing and arms. Underfoot, tangled root systems were a constant hindrance, and insects a constant irritant.
Exhaustion had come quickly, especially given the fact that they were all weakened from the rigors of the past few day’s march and the meager nourishment received. Yet, Alejandro steadfastly refused to listen to their pleas to halt for a rest, cautioning that the Japanese were likely in close pursuit and might even attempt to circle around to cut them off somewhere up ahead. It was imperative, Alejandro insisted, that they keep moving. And giving credence to his warnings was the fact that they already had twice heard gunfire and shouting somewhere off to their right.
****************
It hadn’t been long after the firefight on the compound’s perimeters was over that Sergeant Kubo had the reinforcements at hand that Tanaka had ordered him to gather and organize into a pursuit. Working swiftly, he had split them into teams and ordered them to fan out into the bush from the point of the breakout. He personally took the lead of one of the teams himself.
Meanwhile Tanaka had raced off in the ‘Type 95’ to organize a second, company-sized force mounted on trucks that had arrived on the scene. They were to follow a dirt track that a subaltern familiar with the area informed him would place them in a blocking position well up in the hills. With any luck, Tanaka hoped, they would be able to encircle most of the escapees, and either recapture or kill them.
**************
Back in the ravine, Sam had returned, sporting a worried look. Facing Barb and Natalie, he stood completely still for a few moments. And then he began to speak. They had no idea what the words meant, but his pantomimed gesturing made it clear that he had seen the Japanese and that they were on their way up the ravine.
“I think he’s telling us we need to get out of here and fast!” interpreted Natalie.
“Right! Tell him to lead the way.”
Natalie turned to indicate they were ready to go, but Sam had already backed away to kneel behind a nearby fallen tree, gun in hand and pointed down the ravine. With his other hand he was waving them away.
“Come on, Nat, let’s go,” said Barb.
*******************
Private Hiroko Kuto was sweating profusely as he clambered over a tangle of roots and stumbled forward in the wake of Sergeant Kubo. They had quickened their pace since Kubo sensed that some of the escapees were not far ahead. And for the first time since they had set out in pursuit, it had dawned on Hirako that the American nurse he fancied, had to be among the prey, for he had noticed in passing a scrap of white seersucker cloth caught on a bramble ... a scrap of cloth that he knew could only have come from a nurse’s blouse.
Earlier, back at the compound, he had reported to Kubo as soon as his head had stopped spinning and he felt able to stand. He had expected to be dressed down, or worse, for allowing himself to be so ingloriously taken out of action. But, much to his surprise, Kubo had instead greeted him warmly and even hugged him. The man seemed genuinely glad to see him and Hiroko soon found himself assigned to Kubo’s own pursuit team, plunging into the undergrowth, positioned directly behind his sergeant.
They had moved quickly. Kubo was confident they could overtake their fleeing prey, and insisted on a punishing pace. He was right. The Americans were not far ahead. From time to time, Hiroko could hear them talking among themselves, and there were female voices too ... one of which he thought might be the nurse he hoped it would be ... or did he?
**************
Perhaps a mere quarter mile away, Barb and Natalie were nearing the top of the ravine when they heard a shot from far down the slope behind them. They guessed that it was probably Sam. It was soon followed by a lone second shot and then a volley of shots in reply. This went on for a minute or so, followed by dead silence.
“Do you think ... ?” said Natalie, sporting a concerned frown.
“Probably ...” replied Barb. “Come on. Don’t think, just hurry !”
“Right ... poor old Sam.”
Picking up their pace they clambered up the remaining distance to the head of the ravine, emerging into an opening, where they stopped dead in their tracks.
Parked broadside to them in a blocking position on the edge of the rutted trail that ran perpendicular to the ravine was a Japanese lorry, and kneeling before it was a squad of Japanese soldiers, sighting down the barrels of rifles aimed straight at the two startled nurses.
“Shit!” moaned Barb, as she and Natalie slowly raised their hands in surrender.
An officer appeared from behind the lorry, shouting orders. Four of the soldiers came forward at a run to surround the two nurses, who offered no resistance to being taken into custody. As they stood there helplessly, the soldiers proceeded to rip long strips of fabric from the dresses that Barb and Natalie had been given to wear by Alejandro’s family, using them to bind their wrists behind their backs and to blindfold them. Natalie’s half-smashed eyeglasses were tossed on the ground, gone forever. And then they were led, clothing in tatters and nearly topless, to the back of the lorry, where they were unceremoniously manhandled up onto its open rear decking.
Kneeling side by side, they heard the cab doors slam and the driver start the engine, and were aware of soldiers clambering onboard and settling in all around them. Moments later, the lorry moved off with a lurch.
“Barb!” whispered Natalie. “Did you recognize that Jap officer?”
“Yeah, I did. It’s HIM ... I’m sure of it.”
“Do you think that’s good news or bad news?”
“Hasn’t been good so far.”
Further conversation was cut off by the cry of “Chinmoku” and two sharp cuffs delivered to the backs of their heads that sent them tumbling forward headlong into the arms of the nearest soldiers ... who, encouraged by shouts and peels of laughter from their comrades, proceeded to throw both Barb and Natalie down on the lurching lorry’s rear decking. Eager hands were on hand to pin them flat on their backs and tear away much of what remained of their clothing.
Then the raping began.
***********
Alejandro had come to recognize the cold hard fact that his group would be unable to escape being overtaken by the Japanese pursuit. The nurses were lagging behind and close to complete exhaustion and, to make matters worse, the American soldier who called himself Bill had suddenly gone down with what appeared to be an ankle sprain. Bad enough, but on closer inspection, Nora had declared it to be a break.
A decision had to be made. In Alejandro’s mind there simply was no alternative. Bill and the nurses would have to be left behind. Whitaker vociferously opposed the idea. But his buddies, after several precious minutes wasted in heated exchange, persuaded him to reluctantly acquiesce.
Left behind, Nora and Shirley busied themselves with searching for something that might serve as a splint, and were busy fussing with binding Bill’s ankle when Kubo and his men silently materialized, seemingly out of nowhere.
Taking quick stock of the situation, Kubo ordered all but two of his men, led by a corporal, to continue chasing the other escapees. And, as soon as they had moved off, he turned his attention to the stricken American POW, lying helplessly on the ground, protectively hovered over by two very frightened looking nurses.
After shooing the two nurses away at bayonet point Kubo stepped back, raised his gun and shot Bill in the head.
Nora and Shirley screamed, hands to their faces.
Turning to his men, Kubo ordered them to strip the two women naked and tie them to nearby trees.
Hiroko appeared visibly shaken. But he obeyed orders. He felt he had no choice. Avoiding direct eye contact, he took reluctant charge of his distantly-beloved Shirley, leaving Nora to the other soldier. Picking out a suitable nearby tree, he began forcing her, at bayonet point, to back herself up against it.
Only slowly did the early morning light penetrate the deep ravine in which the partisans had hidden their aid station. Barb and Natalie had been up for hours, checking and rechecking their preparations to receive any wounded from the previous night’s raid. They had, however, received no word on what had happened. And as time passed a persistent worry that all was not well had put them on edge.
“Where did Sam go?” wondered Natalie, noticing the absence of the elderly partisan that Alejandro had left behind to protect them.
“Down to the bottom of the ravine again, I think,” replied Barb.
“Isn’t this the third time he’s disappeared?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
“I wish there was some way we could better communicate with him. Remember that premonition I told you about during the night, Lieutenant? I still worry that this place could turn out to be a death trap!”
“I know, I know.”
*************
Nora and Shirley were weary and footsore, having been on the move for hours over narrow trails that led into the upland interior of the peninsula. The partisans had been quick about rounding up the few dozen POWs who had managed to break out of the compound during the raid, dividing them into small groups of about half a dozen, each of which was to be escorted into the backcountry and safety via different preplanned routes.
The two nurses had stuck close to Whitaker and his two buddies, Norm and Clem. And together the five of them, plus another American POW, who said his name was Bill, constituted one of the groups. They had been led away by an English-speaking partisan, who introduced himself as Alejandro, and another grim-faced man who said nothing.
Walking single-file, with Alejandro in the lead, they had been forced to negotiate a poorly-defined, nearly imperceptible track, that took them steadily upward into hilly terrain, passing for much of the way through dense woodland and undergrowth, the branches, fronds and brambles of which slapped and tore at their clothing and arms. Underfoot, tangled root systems were a constant hindrance, and insects a constant irritant.
Exhaustion had come quickly, especially given the fact that they were all weakened from the rigors of the past few day’s march and the meager nourishment received. Yet, Alejandro steadfastly refused to listen to their pleas to halt for a rest, cautioning that the Japanese were likely in close pursuit and might even attempt to circle around to cut them off somewhere up ahead. It was imperative, Alejandro insisted, that they keep moving. And giving credence to his warnings was the fact that they already had twice heard gunfire and shouting somewhere off to their right.
****************
It hadn’t been long after the firefight on the compound’s perimeters was over that Sergeant Kubo had the reinforcements at hand that Tanaka had ordered him to gather and organize into a pursuit. Working swiftly, he had split them into teams and ordered them to fan out into the bush from the point of the breakout. He personally took the lead of one of the teams himself.
Meanwhile Tanaka had raced off in the ‘Type 95’ to organize a second, company-sized force mounted on trucks that had arrived on the scene. They were to follow a dirt track that a subaltern familiar with the area informed him would place them in a blocking position well up in the hills. With any luck, Tanaka hoped, they would be able to encircle most of the escapees, and either recapture or kill them.
**************
Back in the ravine, Sam had returned, sporting a worried look. Facing Barb and Natalie, he stood completely still for a few moments. And then he began to speak. They had no idea what the words meant, but his pantomimed gesturing made it clear that he had seen the Japanese and that they were on their way up the ravine.
“I think he’s telling us we need to get out of here and fast!” interpreted Natalie.
“Right! Tell him to lead the way.”
Natalie turned to indicate they were ready to go, but Sam had already backed away to kneel behind a nearby fallen tree, gun in hand and pointed down the ravine. With his other hand he was waving them away.
“Come on, Nat, let’s go,” said Barb.
*******************
Private Hiroko Kuto was sweating profusely as he clambered over a tangle of roots and stumbled forward in the wake of Sergeant Kubo. They had quickened their pace since Kubo sensed that some of the escapees were not far ahead. And for the first time since they had set out in pursuit, it had dawned on Hirako that the American nurse he fancied, had to be among the prey, for he had noticed in passing a scrap of white seersucker cloth caught on a bramble ... a scrap of cloth that he knew could only have come from a nurse’s blouse.
Earlier, back at the compound, he had reported to Kubo as soon as his head had stopped spinning and he felt able to stand. He had expected to be dressed down, or worse, for allowing himself to be so ingloriously taken out of action. But, much to his surprise, Kubo had instead greeted him warmly and even hugged him. The man seemed genuinely glad to see him and Hiroko soon found himself assigned to Kubo’s own pursuit team, plunging into the undergrowth, positioned directly behind his sergeant.
They had moved quickly. Kubo was confident they could overtake their fleeing prey, and insisted on a punishing pace. He was right. The Americans were not far ahead. From time to time, Hiroko could hear them talking among themselves, and there were female voices too ... one of which he thought might be the nurse he hoped it would be ... or did he?
**************
Perhaps a mere quarter mile away, Barb and Natalie were nearing the top of the ravine when they heard a shot from far down the slope behind them. They guessed that it was probably Sam. It was soon followed by a lone second shot and then a volley of shots in reply. This went on for a minute or so, followed by dead silence.
“Do you think ... ?” said Natalie, sporting a concerned frown.
“Probably ...” replied Barb. “Come on. Don’t think, just hurry !”
“Right ... poor old Sam.”
Picking up their pace they clambered up the remaining distance to the head of the ravine, emerging into an opening, where they stopped dead in their tracks.
Parked broadside to them in a blocking position on the edge of the rutted trail that ran perpendicular to the ravine was a Japanese lorry, and kneeling before it was a squad of Japanese soldiers, sighting down the barrels of rifles aimed straight at the two startled nurses.
“Shit!” moaned Barb, as she and Natalie slowly raised their hands in surrender.
An officer appeared from behind the lorry, shouting orders. Four of the soldiers came forward at a run to surround the two nurses, who offered no resistance to being taken into custody. As they stood there helplessly, the soldiers proceeded to rip long strips of fabric from the dresses that Barb and Natalie had been given to wear by Alejandro’s family, using them to bind their wrists behind their backs and to blindfold them. Natalie’s half-smashed eyeglasses were tossed on the ground, gone forever. And then they were led, clothing in tatters and nearly topless, to the back of the lorry, where they were unceremoniously manhandled up onto its open rear decking.
Kneeling side by side, they heard the cab doors slam and the driver start the engine, and were aware of soldiers clambering onboard and settling in all around them. Moments later, the lorry moved off with a lurch.
“Barb!” whispered Natalie. “Did you recognize that Jap officer?”
“Yeah, I did. It’s HIM ... I’m sure of it.”
“Do you think that’s good news or bad news?”
“Hasn’t been good so far.”
Further conversation was cut off by the cry of “Chinmoku” and two sharp cuffs delivered to the backs of their heads that sent them tumbling forward headlong into the arms of the nearest soldiers ... who, encouraged by shouts and peels of laughter from their comrades, proceeded to throw both Barb and Natalie down on the lurching lorry’s rear decking. Eager hands were on hand to pin them flat on their backs and tear away much of what remained of their clothing.
Then the raping began.
***********
Alejandro had come to recognize the cold hard fact that his group would be unable to escape being overtaken by the Japanese pursuit. The nurses were lagging behind and close to complete exhaustion and, to make matters worse, the American soldier who called himself Bill had suddenly gone down with what appeared to be an ankle sprain. Bad enough, but on closer inspection, Nora had declared it to be a break.
A decision had to be made. In Alejandro’s mind there simply was no alternative. Bill and the nurses would have to be left behind. Whitaker vociferously opposed the idea. But his buddies, after several precious minutes wasted in heated exchange, persuaded him to reluctantly acquiesce.
Left behind, Nora and Shirley busied themselves with searching for something that might serve as a splint, and were busy fussing with binding Bill’s ankle when Kubo and his men silently materialized, seemingly out of nowhere.
Taking quick stock of the situation, Kubo ordered all but two of his men, led by a corporal, to continue chasing the other escapees. And, as soon as they had moved off, he turned his attention to the stricken American POW, lying helplessly on the ground, protectively hovered over by two very frightened looking nurses.
After shooing the two nurses away at bayonet point Kubo stepped back, raised his gun and shot Bill in the head.
Nora and Shirley screamed, hands to their faces.
Turning to his men, Kubo ordered them to strip the two women naked and tie them to nearby trees.
Hiroko appeared visibly shaken. But he obeyed orders. He felt he had no choice. Avoiding direct eye contact, he took reluctant charge of his distantly-beloved Shirley, leaving Nora to the other soldier. Picking out a suitable nearby tree, he began forcing her, at bayonet point, to back herself up against it.
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Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
An episode in which the nurses fate takes a turn for the worse. Barb and Natalie blindfold, dressed in rags and in the hands of their nemesis, whilst Nora and Shirley are stripped and ordered to stand against a tree ... to be shot or raped? Maybe both? Another epic piece ...
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
American nurses captured and blindfold by the Japanese. It is believed the captives were Army Nurse Corp (ANC) First Lieutenant Barbara Ann Moore and her colleague Second Lieutenant Natalie Brennan ...
This original photograph was stolen from the Japanese by the Philippines during Japan's three-year occupation in World War II. (AP Photo/U.S. Marine Corps) ASSOCIATED PRESS.
This original photograph was stolen from the Japanese by the Philippines during Japan's three-year occupation in World War II. (AP Photo/U.S. Marine Corps) ASSOCIATED PRESS.
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Two naked women, believed to be US nurses Second Lieutenant Nora Heidegger along with Second Lieutenant Shirley Bell
This original photograph was stolen from the Japanese by the Philippines during Japan's three-year occupation in World War II. (AP Photo/U.S. Marine Corps) ASSOCIATED PRESS.
This original photograph was stolen from the Japanese by the Philippines during Japan's three-year occupation in World War II. (AP Photo/U.S. Marine Corps) ASSOCIATED PRESS.
settantuno
MUTUS PICTOR
Joining the partisans is likely only slightly less certain to end in certain death, but nobody said war was a picnic.
Nothing like a bit of incentive to get the villagers to betray the partisans, along with Barb and Natalie. You're not missing a beat here in the story. All the elements are there. Great stuff!
Too much to ask that Tanaka would get rid of Kubo. He'll cause more trouble yet, I expect.
19. Bataan Peninsula, near Lubao, late morning of April 15, 1942
Pinned on her back to the rear decking of the lorry as it careened down a deeply rutted track, bouncing and lurching wildly from side to side, Barb was aware of her legs being forcibly parted. All but naked and blindfolded, wrists secured behind her back, she knew she was helpless, unable to resist the horrors to come. Beside her lay Natalie, their elbows touching whenever the abrupt swaying movements of the lorry brought them into momentary contact.
Barb’s thoughts raced back to a few days earlier, when she and Natalie had found themselves in a similar fix, tied down side-by-side on a table in Balanga’s town hall, having been forcibly pressed into service as ‘comfort girls’ doomed to be gang-raped by queues of eager Japanese soldiers. They had been fortunate then to have escaped much of what they might have been forced to endure. This time there would be little hope.
And so it was. Beside her, Barb heard Natalie gasp and curse, followed by excited ribald shouts of encouragement from the throng of Japanese soldiers surrounding them. Moments later a pair of hands were forcing her own knees apart, as her first attacker positioned himself over her. She felt him grabbing at her crotch with his hand, rudely forcing his fingers ... first one then two, then three inside her ... followed by the probing and pushing of his rigid member, relentlessly repeated until it succeeded in forcing its way in.
She refused to react, enduring the rape in tight-lipped silence. And so too, with the next and the next, and the next after that. The horror continued, seemingly with no foreseeable end ... assault after assault. Some were quick. Some seemed interminable. But each was followed by another, and yet another.
From time to time the lorry stopped. And each time she was vaguely aware of soldiers jumping off only to be replaced by more soldiers climbing on board. The thought that she and Natalie might be in danger of being raped to death entered her consciousness.
Each new assault seemed more painfully difficult to endure than the last. She was vaguely aware of the gooey puddle of accumulating cum and juices spreading under and sticking to her butt, and of the sporadic hot ‘pull-out’ ejaculations that some attackers seemed to take pleasure in spurting over her tummy and chest. Her breasts were sore from being squeezed and crushed; her nipples from being pinched, bitten and sucked, her shoulders, neck and chin from being abraded by bristly unshaven faces.
She could only imagine that Natalie’s sufferings were every bit as awful as her own, if not worse. Her colleague was much more vocal than she was, cursing and screaming through it all. And poor Natalie seemed to be suffering more physical abuse, as Barb was vaguely aware of her being on the receiving end of slaps and blows, none of which seemed to quiet her down or lessen her struggles.
**********
Through it all, Tanaka remained in the cab of the lorry, anything but at peace with himself over what was happening on its rear deck. He had, of course, instantly recognized Barb as the Lieutenant Moore on whose behalf he had intervened not once, but twice before. But this time he had chosen to turn a blind eye, ordering that she and the other nurse be stripped and bound, and placed on the lorry deck ... knowing full well what his men would do to them there.
He was thankful for the roar of the straining lorry engine and the jolting ride that obliged him to grip the sides of his seat. Both of which shielded him, at least to some degree, from a full awareness of the brutal gang rapes taking place directly behind him on the far side of the thin metal cab wall. Those, he was certain, he had no desire to witness.
But of his moral position, he was less certain. He had found it distressingly difficult, of late, to reconcile his duties as an Imperial Army officer with his personal feelings about atrocities. As an officer he was sworn to honor his service, country, family and Emperor. Steeped in a a military culture of adherence to a ‘bushido’ code, that demanded loyalty, self-control and courage, and which looked upon failure and weakness as deplorable failings that forfeited respect and charity, it only followed that a defeated enemy, especially one that surrendered, was to be loathed. Therefore, as POWs, this Lieutenant Moore and her comrade deserved exactly what they were getting.
But, as someone who had seen a bit of the world, and encountered other cultures and values, in addition to being by nature an empathetic person, he felt a gnawing inner guilt over taking part in any infliction of wanton brutality and suffering. And despite his effort to insulate himself from what was taking place behind the lorry cab, he could hardly ignore, how every time they came to a halt, the soldiers hopping off the back of the lorry would swagger past the cab window, hitching up their trousers and crowing to one another of their sexual prowess ... nor how others would queue up, eager to take their places.
**************
High in the hills, Alejandro felt secure enough to call a rest. He felt they had finally outdistanced the Japanese pursuit, and it was time to take stock. Having chosen a patch of high ground that offered seclusion, but also a good view of any approach, he gathered his small group about him.
Whitaker immediately wanted to address the fact that they had abandoned Nora and Shirley, as well as Bill, to their pursuers. He wondered if they shouldn’t devise a plan to go back and try to rescue them.
Alejandro was emphatic in declaring any such notion foolhardy, adding that the best thing Whitaker and his buddies could do at that point was to join the partisans and work to avenge the loss of their comrades through future attacks and raids on their common Japanese foes. And to heighten the attraction of his appeal, he began to outline for the Americans a few of the future operations he was planning once things had settled down and the Japanese became complacent enough to be vulnerable.
Suddenly engaged, Whitaker voiced his preference for either another raid on the compound at Lubao or on the railhead at San Fernando.
***********
Hiroko busied himself with carrying out Kubo’s instructions, which demanded that he and a comrade, whose name he didn’t know, tie Nora and Shirley to nearby trees and strip them naked.
He felt fortunate on two counts. That he was able to take charge of Shirley rather than Nora, and that Shirley had responded docilely, allowing him to back her up to a tree at bayonet point. Nor did she offer any resistance to him tying her wrists behind the tree while Kubo held her in place at gunpoint. Nora had proved equally submissive.
What worried him was his uncertainty about what Kubo intended to do to the nurses. Despite the fact that Shirley had attempted to take advantage of Hiroko’s attraction to her by offering herself as bait in a planned breakout attempt, he couldn’t shake his feelings of affection for her.
But for the moment, his fear of Kubo and a devotion to duty outweighed everything else. Having recently disgraced himself, he was eager to curry favor with his superior. And although the fact that Kubo had ordered the nurses to be stripped of their clothing was a source of unease, the thought of it was also a source of anticipation and arousal.
So, it was with a pounding heart that he grasped the front of Shirley’s blouse ... still half unbuttoned, as it was when he had earlier met her and Nora at the compound wire ... and ripped it open and then down off her shoulders. He heard her gasp, and he saw the look of surprise in her captivatingly green eyes. He drank in her smell and ogled her small pale breasts, with their perky little pink nipples. Glancing across at Nora, he mentally compared the other nurse’s much larger, more pendulous breasts with Shirley’s, which he much preferred.
“What are you waiting for?” barked Kubo impatiently. “Get on with it!”
Bending down on one knee, Hiroko wrestled with the waistband fastenings of Shirley’s uniform skirt, before dropping it down to gather around her ankles. Checking on Nora again, he saw that she had also been forced to surrender her skirt and that his comrade was already engaged in tearing her panties away to reveal a dark, full triangle of hair. Eagerly, he turned to do the same to Shirley, eyes fixed on the exposed patch of light tawny hair leading down to a narrow gash between invitingly pouty pink lips.
“Don’t stop there,” said Kubo condescendingly. “You idiots do know what to do next, right!”
Hiroko looked to his comrade, who winked at him slyly as he busied himself with lowering his trousers. Turning to Shirley, Hiroko noted her look of concern, or was it revulsion? He didn’t know. What he did know was that he wanted to do it, and after fumbling with opening his trousers, he advanced on her, aroused member in hand.
Much to his surprise, she attempted to knee him. But he recovered in time to parry the blow. Her attempted resistance seemed to enhance his ardor, and it wasn’t long before he had her pinned tight against the tree and succeeding in having his way with her, rutting away and finishing with gusto.
Backing away, Hiroko saw that his comrade had had his way with Nora too, and was grinning happily.
Kubo promptly ordered them both to step back out of his way. And when they had complied, he advanced on Nora, waving the eighteen-inch bayonet affixed to the end of his rifle in her terrified face. He began to shout insults and vulgarities at her, his face reddened with pent up rage.
Hiroko and his comrade exchanged looks. The other soldier shrugged.
Shirley began to scream hysterically. Nora pissed on Kubo’s boots.
That did it. With a mighty thrust he ran her through, the bayonet piercing her midriff just below the ribs. Blood gushed from her mouth and nose, splattering all over Kubo’s face and down the front of his shirt. A rattling sound came briefly from her throat. Her whole body shuddered and convulsed, and then her head slumped forward.
Pressing the toe of his boot against her pudenda for leverage, Kubo withdrew the long bloody bayonet and turned his attention to Shirley.
“Oh my God!” she wailed as Kubo strutted over to face her. Planting his feet, he raised his weapon. Terrified, she watched ... wide-eyed ... as he deliberately and slowly traced the tip of his bayonet down her sternum towards the tightened muscles of her flattened belly. He circled her navel twice, gently pressing against her skin, then suddenly pulled back to launch a thrusting jab.
Seconds later, she was screaming hysterically and covered in blood ... but not hers ... for Hiroko had just put a bullet through Kubo’s head.
Something within the young Japanese soldier had snapped, and he had acted impulsively. Then, realizing what he had done, he spun about to face his comrade, wary of how he might react. But the man was gone. He was nowhere in sight, although Hiroko could hear someone in the near distance, crashing through the undergrowth in headlong flight.
Pinned on her back to the rear decking of the lorry as it careened down a deeply rutted track, bouncing and lurching wildly from side to side, Barb was aware of her legs being forcibly parted. All but naked and blindfolded, wrists secured behind her back, she knew she was helpless, unable to resist the horrors to come. Beside her lay Natalie, their elbows touching whenever the abrupt swaying movements of the lorry brought them into momentary contact.
Barb’s thoughts raced back to a few days earlier, when she and Natalie had found themselves in a similar fix, tied down side-by-side on a table in Balanga’s town hall, having been forcibly pressed into service as ‘comfort girls’ doomed to be gang-raped by queues of eager Japanese soldiers. They had been fortunate then to have escaped much of what they might have been forced to endure. This time there would be little hope.
And so it was. Beside her, Barb heard Natalie gasp and curse, followed by excited ribald shouts of encouragement from the throng of Japanese soldiers surrounding them. Moments later a pair of hands were forcing her own knees apart, as her first attacker positioned himself over her. She felt him grabbing at her crotch with his hand, rudely forcing his fingers ... first one then two, then three inside her ... followed by the probing and pushing of his rigid member, relentlessly repeated until it succeeded in forcing its way in.
She refused to react, enduring the rape in tight-lipped silence. And so too, with the next and the next, and the next after that. The horror continued, seemingly with no foreseeable end ... assault after assault. Some were quick. Some seemed interminable. But each was followed by another, and yet another.
From time to time the lorry stopped. And each time she was vaguely aware of soldiers jumping off only to be replaced by more soldiers climbing on board. The thought that she and Natalie might be in danger of being raped to death entered her consciousness.
Each new assault seemed more painfully difficult to endure than the last. She was vaguely aware of the gooey puddle of accumulating cum and juices spreading under and sticking to her butt, and of the sporadic hot ‘pull-out’ ejaculations that some attackers seemed to take pleasure in spurting over her tummy and chest. Her breasts were sore from being squeezed and crushed; her nipples from being pinched, bitten and sucked, her shoulders, neck and chin from being abraded by bristly unshaven faces.
She could only imagine that Natalie’s sufferings were every bit as awful as her own, if not worse. Her colleague was much more vocal than she was, cursing and screaming through it all. And poor Natalie seemed to be suffering more physical abuse, as Barb was vaguely aware of her being on the receiving end of slaps and blows, none of which seemed to quiet her down or lessen her struggles.
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Through it all, Tanaka remained in the cab of the lorry, anything but at peace with himself over what was happening on its rear deck. He had, of course, instantly recognized Barb as the Lieutenant Moore on whose behalf he had intervened not once, but twice before. But this time he had chosen to turn a blind eye, ordering that she and the other nurse be stripped and bound, and placed on the lorry deck ... knowing full well what his men would do to them there.
He was thankful for the roar of the straining lorry engine and the jolting ride that obliged him to grip the sides of his seat. Both of which shielded him, at least to some degree, from a full awareness of the brutal gang rapes taking place directly behind him on the far side of the thin metal cab wall. Those, he was certain, he had no desire to witness.
But of his moral position, he was less certain. He had found it distressingly difficult, of late, to reconcile his duties as an Imperial Army officer with his personal feelings about atrocities. As an officer he was sworn to honor his service, country, family and Emperor. Steeped in a a military culture of adherence to a ‘bushido’ code, that demanded loyalty, self-control and courage, and which looked upon failure and weakness as deplorable failings that forfeited respect and charity, it only followed that a defeated enemy, especially one that surrendered, was to be loathed. Therefore, as POWs, this Lieutenant Moore and her comrade deserved exactly what they were getting.
But, as someone who had seen a bit of the world, and encountered other cultures and values, in addition to being by nature an empathetic person, he felt a gnawing inner guilt over taking part in any infliction of wanton brutality and suffering. And despite his effort to insulate himself from what was taking place behind the lorry cab, he could hardly ignore, how every time they came to a halt, the soldiers hopping off the back of the lorry would swagger past the cab window, hitching up their trousers and crowing to one another of their sexual prowess ... nor how others would queue up, eager to take their places.
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High in the hills, Alejandro felt secure enough to call a rest. He felt they had finally outdistanced the Japanese pursuit, and it was time to take stock. Having chosen a patch of high ground that offered seclusion, but also a good view of any approach, he gathered his small group about him.
Whitaker immediately wanted to address the fact that they had abandoned Nora and Shirley, as well as Bill, to their pursuers. He wondered if they shouldn’t devise a plan to go back and try to rescue them.
Alejandro was emphatic in declaring any such notion foolhardy, adding that the best thing Whitaker and his buddies could do at that point was to join the partisans and work to avenge the loss of their comrades through future attacks and raids on their common Japanese foes. And to heighten the attraction of his appeal, he began to outline for the Americans a few of the future operations he was planning once things had settled down and the Japanese became complacent enough to be vulnerable.
Suddenly engaged, Whitaker voiced his preference for either another raid on the compound at Lubao or on the railhead at San Fernando.
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Hiroko busied himself with carrying out Kubo’s instructions, which demanded that he and a comrade, whose name he didn’t know, tie Nora and Shirley to nearby trees and strip them naked.
He felt fortunate on two counts. That he was able to take charge of Shirley rather than Nora, and that Shirley had responded docilely, allowing him to back her up to a tree at bayonet point. Nor did she offer any resistance to him tying her wrists behind the tree while Kubo held her in place at gunpoint. Nora had proved equally submissive.
What worried him was his uncertainty about what Kubo intended to do to the nurses. Despite the fact that Shirley had attempted to take advantage of Hiroko’s attraction to her by offering herself as bait in a planned breakout attempt, he couldn’t shake his feelings of affection for her.
But for the moment, his fear of Kubo and a devotion to duty outweighed everything else. Having recently disgraced himself, he was eager to curry favor with his superior. And although the fact that Kubo had ordered the nurses to be stripped of their clothing was a source of unease, the thought of it was also a source of anticipation and arousal.
So, it was with a pounding heart that he grasped the front of Shirley’s blouse ... still half unbuttoned, as it was when he had earlier met her and Nora at the compound wire ... and ripped it open and then down off her shoulders. He heard her gasp, and he saw the look of surprise in her captivatingly green eyes. He drank in her smell and ogled her small pale breasts, with their perky little pink nipples. Glancing across at Nora, he mentally compared the other nurse’s much larger, more pendulous breasts with Shirley’s, which he much preferred.
“What are you waiting for?” barked Kubo impatiently. “Get on with it!”
Bending down on one knee, Hiroko wrestled with the waistband fastenings of Shirley’s uniform skirt, before dropping it down to gather around her ankles. Checking on Nora again, he saw that she had also been forced to surrender her skirt and that his comrade was already engaged in tearing her panties away to reveal a dark, full triangle of hair. Eagerly, he turned to do the same to Shirley, eyes fixed on the exposed patch of light tawny hair leading down to a narrow gash between invitingly pouty pink lips.
“Don’t stop there,” said Kubo condescendingly. “You idiots do know what to do next, right!”
Hiroko looked to his comrade, who winked at him slyly as he busied himself with lowering his trousers. Turning to Shirley, Hiroko noted her look of concern, or was it revulsion? He didn’t know. What he did know was that he wanted to do it, and after fumbling with opening his trousers, he advanced on her, aroused member in hand.
Much to his surprise, she attempted to knee him. But he recovered in time to parry the blow. Her attempted resistance seemed to enhance his ardor, and it wasn’t long before he had her pinned tight against the tree and succeeding in having his way with her, rutting away and finishing with gusto.
Backing away, Hiroko saw that his comrade had had his way with Nora too, and was grinning happily.
Kubo promptly ordered them both to step back out of his way. And when they had complied, he advanced on Nora, waving the eighteen-inch bayonet affixed to the end of his rifle in her terrified face. He began to shout insults and vulgarities at her, his face reddened with pent up rage.
Hiroko and his comrade exchanged looks. The other soldier shrugged.
Shirley began to scream hysterically. Nora pissed on Kubo’s boots.
That did it. With a mighty thrust he ran her through, the bayonet piercing her midriff just below the ribs. Blood gushed from her mouth and nose, splattering all over Kubo’s face and down the front of his shirt. A rattling sound came briefly from her throat. Her whole body shuddered and convulsed, and then her head slumped forward.
Pressing the toe of his boot against her pudenda for leverage, Kubo withdrew the long bloody bayonet and turned his attention to Shirley.
“Oh my God!” she wailed as Kubo strutted over to face her. Planting his feet, he raised his weapon. Terrified, she watched ... wide-eyed ... as he deliberately and slowly traced the tip of his bayonet down her sternum towards the tightened muscles of her flattened belly. He circled her navel twice, gently pressing against her skin, then suddenly pulled back to launch a thrusting jab.
Seconds later, she was screaming hysterically and covered in blood ... but not hers ... for Hiroko had just put a bullet through Kubo’s head.
Something within the young Japanese soldier had snapped, and he had acted impulsively. Then, realizing what he had done, he spun about to face his comrade, wary of how he might react. But the man was gone. He was nowhere in sight, although Hiroko could hear someone in the near distance, crashing through the undergrowth in headlong flight.
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Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Wow - I was certain both Nora AND Shirley would killed, but the young Japanese private saved the day, or at least he did for Shirley. We should take a moment to lament poor Nora, whose recent actions in assisting the escape were heroic indeed. But what of Barb and Natalie? I can see no way out of their rape nightmare ... unless the well-travelled Captain lets his conscience get the better of him ... Another pretty epic chapter!
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
American Army Nurse Corp (ANC) First Lieutenant Barbara Ann Moore is seen being repeatedly raped in the back of the open Japanese Truck ...
This original photograph was stolen from the Japanese by the Philippines during Japan's three-year occupation in World War II. (AP Photo/U.S. Marine Corps) ASSOCIATED PRESS.
This original photograph was stolen from the Japanese by the Philippines during Japan's three-year occupation in World War II. (AP Photo/U.S. Marine Corps) ASSOCIATED PRESS.
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
With such a moral dilemma, there is only one opt out for Captain Tanaka to save his honour : volunteer for a suicide mission.
Meanwhile he can comfort his conscience about the gang rape going on in the back of the lorry with "I was once in Arkansas! There, they do it too!"
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Sergeant Kubo is dead! By friendly fire?
Second attempt of friendly fire to kill him, after theat piece of wood in his back when his comrade blew up half Bataan by smoking near an ammunition truck!
In war, it's always the best who go first, but apparently, the Japs are giving it a hand in their own ranks! Take cover, Captain Tanaka!
Hope he gets a medal!
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
I have to step back and pause to react to this and the previous chapter. And before that, I must reflect on how Barb has brought us here. From the very beginning, she had constructed an outstanding story, with character, place, atmosphere, and tension along with some of the very best writing ever appearing on CF. Starting slowly, and building at just the right rate, we have now come to the inevitable peak of action.
In these last two chapters, Barb has skillfully brought together a diverse web of plots into a conflagration of action and adventure, courage and tragedy, and powerful, but not gratuitous, violence. Without missing a beat, all have moved forwarded at breakneck speed, tugging and wrenching our nerves and hearts with the perils and actual tragedies of those we've learned to care about.
The action of the breakout was worthy of a good Hollywood script. Dozens of actors coordinated in a ballet of actions and misactions. One almost expected to hear the director say, "Hit the explosions! Cue the earthquake!"
The rapes are exquisitely described - one feels in the girls' skin experiencing it. Barb pulled you into the minds of the victims to share their suffering - erotic and horrid at the same time. The inner conflict for Tanaka was clearly and sympathetically explained.
And the dreadful fate coming to Nora and Shirley brought tears to my eyes. Their rape and the murder of Nora was riveting.
Of course, the death of Kubo and what might come next had me on the edge of my seat. When Kubo was killed I almost stood up and cheered for Hiroko.
I apologize to the other readers for imposing such a long comment. However, I could not help but believe that Barb deserved such praise.
In these last two chapters, Barb has skillfully brought together a diverse web of plots into a conflagration of action and adventure, courage and tragedy, and powerful, but not gratuitous, violence. Without missing a beat, all have moved forwarded at breakneck speed, tugging and wrenching our nerves and hearts with the perils and actual tragedies of those we've learned to care about.
The action of the breakout was worthy of a good Hollywood script. Dozens of actors coordinated in a ballet of actions and misactions. One almost expected to hear the director say, "Hit the explosions! Cue the earthquake!"
The rapes are exquisitely described - one feels in the girls' skin experiencing it. Barb pulled you into the minds of the victims to share their suffering - erotic and horrid at the same time. The inner conflict for Tanaka was clearly and sympathetically explained.
And the dreadful fate coming to Nora and Shirley brought tears to my eyes. Their rape and the murder of Nora was riveting.
Of course, the death of Kubo and what might come next had me on the edge of my seat. When Kubo was killed I almost stood up and cheered for Hiroko.
I apologize to the other readers for imposing such a long comment. However, I could not help but believe that Barb deserved such praise.