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Bataan Barb
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Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Lieutenant Barbara Moore! She and her nurses (christened "Tight Little and her Filipino Fillies") are accused of being guerillas and sentenced to the firing squad again!Oooooooh dear!
Who's going to get the blame for that?
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
From 'all the way', over her boss, to a doctor. One cannot deny, she was making her way up on the social ladder.
Marcius
Tribune
More like on the sexual ladder.
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Anyway, Corporal Banko Hendo can forget it to be mentioned in the Japanese army despatches for that day!Oooooooh dear!
Who's going to get the blame for that?
11. Bataan Peninsula, Balanga, night of April 12-13, 1942
The immediate impact of the blast was to buckle an exterior wall of the Balanga Town Hall ... the one that faced the narrow alleyway on which Hendo’s lorry had been parked, destabilizing and ripping open the entire side of the building. The immense fireball then ignited the roof, in addition to sweeping a blistering wall of flame into the building’s exposed interior.
Out on the town square, the blast sent a fiery wave racing across the pavements, toppling or sweeping away everything ... animate and inanimate ... that stood in its path, and incinerating all that was left behind. Within seconds every building facing the square was aflame. Nothing recognizable remained of the hundreds of Japanese soldiers crowding the square prior to Hendo’s casual discarding of a still-lit match.
Within the town hall, in the former ceremonial hall where Captain Sakamoto had set up his makeshift comfort girl station, Barb had been doing her best to deny Kubo’s determined efforts to sodomize her. By desperately clenching she had managed, up to that point, to limit his intended foul invasion to little more than a small beachhead. But she knew it was hopeless. One more thrust and he’d surely win the contest.
But it was at exactly that moment that the thunderous shock wave touched off by the detonation of Hendo’s lorry swept through the room, arresting all activity as though caught in a freeze frame ... including Kubo’s master stroke of anal impalement.
Both Barb and Kubo’s attention, along with that of every other soul in the room, was drawn to and fixated on the massive overhead crystal chandelier, which had begun to sway about wildly ... and, seconds later, to the widening cracks and fissures opening in the ceremonial hall’s ornately plastered ceiling.
Then all hell broke loose, as the chandelier and a cascade of heavy plaster fragments rained down on both the girls pinned to the tables and their assailants. Flame and heat poured in through gaping holes in the ceiling as well as through the wall closest to the source of the blast, whole sections of which had been blown away, adding to the storm of destruction and death engulfing the room.
Barb felt Kubo’s intruding shaft pull away and slip from her partially violated opening. She heard the piercing screams and terrified shouts of girls and Japanese soldiers alike. And all this amidst the thunderous crash of falling rubble and the dissonant tinkle of shattered glass as the heavy chandelier came crashing down.
Frantically she tugged at the cords binding her wrists to the spikes driven into the tabletop above and to either side of her head. But there was no give ... no way to free herself. Bound in place and completely helpless, she had no choice but to reconcile herself to the fact that there was nothing she could do but squeeze the hands of Betty and Natalie, close her eyes, and await certain death.
She was startled then, when she felt the cord binding her left wrist loosen. Looking up, she saw Kubo bending over her, frantically working to free her wrist. In the glare of the flames spreading rapidly through the room, his shaved head glistened. A wide gash across his forehead gushed blood. And a partially severed ear hung from the side of his face like a broken wing flap on a plane.
He managed to free one of her hands and set to work on the other. Raising her head and glancing to her left, she saw Natalie looking at her imploringly, her half-broken eyeglasses still clinging lopsidedly to her chin. Beyond Natalie through the fiery-orange-lit-haze was a terrifying scene of death and destruction, in which fallen plaster, ceiling beams and the shattered remains of the great chandelier lay heaped over the broken bodies of pantsless Japanese soldiers and naked Filipina girls.
On freeing Barb’s other wrist, Kubo gripped her arm to pull her up and away from the table top, but she broke away from his grasp and immediately set to freeing Natalie. Kubo looked on for a moment, and then pitched in to help. And when they had freed Natalie, Barb pivoted to help Betty, but was stopped cold by the ghastly scene that greeted her. Betty was dead, crushed, along with the Japanese soldier who had been assaulting her, beneath a fallen heavy ceiling beam.
Barb might have remained there, frozen in place if it weren’t for Kubo and Natalie wresting her away. There was little time to lose. The place was in danger of rapidly becoming an inferno. Together, the three of them, began picking their way through the heaps of bodies and debris that separated them from the double doors through which the two nurses had originally been thrust into the room. Through the smoke and haze one could see that the doors remained open, offering the prospect of escape into what appeared to be a less damaged part of the building.
Eventually they made it there. But even then they were far from safe. Parts of that adjoining room had caught fire, and dense smoke had already filled the air. Kubo shoved them in the direction of the door on the far side of the room, but was unable to stop the two nurses from stooping to search frantically through the piles of clothing on the floor in hopes of scavenging up something to wear.
Barb managed to scoop up a nurse’s skirt, probably either Natalie’s or Betty’s, before Kubo intervened to move her along with a good hard shove. Bursting headlong through the door leading to the outside corridor, she found Natalie already there, clutching to her chest a colorful print dress that must have belonged to one of the Filipina girls. Kubo came through last and immediately began shepherding Natalie and Barb down the corridor towards the front vestibule and hopefully to safety.
It was on reaching the building’s front entrance that Barb first noticed a thick ten-inch-long wooden splinter protruding from low on Kubo’s back. It appeared to have penetrated deeply and in a very bad place. The entire backside of his shirt and trousers were darkened with blood. She imagined the likelihood of severe internal organ damage.
“My God, you’re hurt bad!” she blurted with instinctive alarm, forgetting momentarily who he was and the evil things he had done to her. And it was at that instant that he suddenly pitched forward to the floor.
“Help me!” Barb shouted at Natalie as she knelt over Kubo’s unconscious form to inspect the wound.
“Got what he deserved,” said Natalie drily as she knelt beside Barb.
“He did just save our lives.” replied Barb, although with a note of uncertainty in her voice. “Come on, Nat, give me a hand let’s do what we can for him.”
Carefully, Barb worked the splinter loose and extracted it. Tearing a wide strip of cloth from the lower portion of the nurse’s skirt she still held in one hand, she began to dab at the bloody hole in Kubo’s back.
“More cloth!,” she demanded.
Natalie began to rip a strip from the Filipina girl’s dress.
“Why bother, Lieutenant? You know he’s going to die of that, and we ought to be making our escape before this whole place comes down on our heads!” Natalie said, as the vestibule ceiling overhead emitted an ominously long groan, suggesting a threat of imminent collapse.
“Just a sec. It may not be as bad a wound as I first thought!”
“Hurry!”
Working furiously, Barb applied all her nursing skills to fashion a makeshift dressing of torn cloth to staunch the bleeding oozing from Kubo’s gaping wound.
“Okay. Give me a hand. Help me get him out of here.”
“Why?”
“Just help!”
Together they dragged him across the marble floor to the nearest of the front entrance doors, which Natalie rose to open cautiously.
“You won’t believe this!” she called back to Barb, who joined her to gawk in amazement at a town square transformed into a scene of fiery wreckage and carnage. “Let’s get out while we still can.”
“Right. But what about him?”
“Leave him, Lieutenant!”
“Okay. But we’re naked?”
“Wrap what little we have around us. It’ll have to do.” instructed Natalie with the practical no-nonsense air she always affected. She had straightened her eyeglasses, and looked almost scholarly ... that is, if it weren’t for the shattered eyeglass lens and the fact that she was wearing no clothing.
Slipping through the door and clutching the tattered rags of salvaged clothing to their chests, they scurried down the steps, and after a moment of indecision, headed back around the burning hulk of the shattered town hall in the direction they recalled Kubo to have brought them from earlier that night.
No one seemed to take notice, and they made it safely out of the main square and town center, distancing themselves from the fires and commotion and entering into a part of town that, like all Philippine towns, gave the appearance of a shanty town. There they followed a series of back ways and narrow streets, ducking into the shadows wherever they encountered soldiers or citizens, until Natalie signaled a halt before what appeared to be an outhouse or shed.
“In here,” she whispered, prying open a flimsy door and slipping inside.
There was an immediate commotion.
“Chickens,” said Natalie as Barb joined her. “It’s some kind of hen house.”
“Great.”
“Let’s look around.”
As their eyes, aided by slivers of moonlight coming in through cracks in walls and roof, adjusted to the gloom, they took stock. The space was small, the earthen floor covered with straw and chicken feathers. There were a few tools or implements. Little of interest, but at least the chickens had settled down.
“What now?” said Barb, wrinkling her nose at the stench.
“We rest here for awhile. Stay out of sight until things settle down and then move on before daybreak?” suggested Natalie.
“Okay, my feet are killing me. Why didn’t I think to grab a pair of shoes back there?”
“I think we were kinda in a rush,” observed Natalie dryly
“Uh huh. How many ... um ... of them ... did it to you, Nat, before all hell broke loose?”
“You mean how many of those Japs raped me?”
“Yeah.”
“I wasn’t trying to keep count, but maybe five, possibly six. Too many and too rough! I’m already feeling awfully sore down there.”
“Not your ... uh ... you know ... first time, though?”
“No. I’ve been laid before, if that’s what you mean, Lieutenant.”
“Yeah. Okay, same here ... try to rest a little, Nat. I’ll sit up and keep watch just in case.”
Both had avoided mentioning Betty.
************
It was still dark when a restless Whitaker rose from where he had been lying alongside his buddies, and made his way back to the side of the compound where Barb and her nurses were held. The guard watching over them appeared to have fallen asleep. Emboldened by that fortuitous discovery, Whitaker crept past him and knelt by the nearest sleeping nurse. Looking over the other bodies lying on the ground beyond her, he was pretty sure that Barb was missing.
Gently he tapped the nearest nurse on the shoulder and emitted a shushing breath when she startled.
“Where’s Lieutenant Moore?” he whispered.
“Gone. They took her away.”
“I knew it. Tell me exactly what happened.”
“No! Leave! Now! We’ve seen enough trouble already!”
“Okay. Okay. I’m going.”
**********
Barb snapped to sudden wakefulness. Something or somebody was outside the shed! It was still dark, but there was definitely movement out there and whatever it was, it was approaching.
Reaching over, she poked Natalie.
“What?”
“Shhhhh. Someone’s out there!”
The immediate impact of the blast was to buckle an exterior wall of the Balanga Town Hall ... the one that faced the narrow alleyway on which Hendo’s lorry had been parked, destabilizing and ripping open the entire side of the building. The immense fireball then ignited the roof, in addition to sweeping a blistering wall of flame into the building’s exposed interior.
Out on the town square, the blast sent a fiery wave racing across the pavements, toppling or sweeping away everything ... animate and inanimate ... that stood in its path, and incinerating all that was left behind. Within seconds every building facing the square was aflame. Nothing recognizable remained of the hundreds of Japanese soldiers crowding the square prior to Hendo’s casual discarding of a still-lit match.
Within the town hall, in the former ceremonial hall where Captain Sakamoto had set up his makeshift comfort girl station, Barb had been doing her best to deny Kubo’s determined efforts to sodomize her. By desperately clenching she had managed, up to that point, to limit his intended foul invasion to little more than a small beachhead. But she knew it was hopeless. One more thrust and he’d surely win the contest.
But it was at exactly that moment that the thunderous shock wave touched off by the detonation of Hendo’s lorry swept through the room, arresting all activity as though caught in a freeze frame ... including Kubo’s master stroke of anal impalement.
Both Barb and Kubo’s attention, along with that of every other soul in the room, was drawn to and fixated on the massive overhead crystal chandelier, which had begun to sway about wildly ... and, seconds later, to the widening cracks and fissures opening in the ceremonial hall’s ornately plastered ceiling.
Then all hell broke loose, as the chandelier and a cascade of heavy plaster fragments rained down on both the girls pinned to the tables and their assailants. Flame and heat poured in through gaping holes in the ceiling as well as through the wall closest to the source of the blast, whole sections of which had been blown away, adding to the storm of destruction and death engulfing the room.
Barb felt Kubo’s intruding shaft pull away and slip from her partially violated opening. She heard the piercing screams and terrified shouts of girls and Japanese soldiers alike. And all this amidst the thunderous crash of falling rubble and the dissonant tinkle of shattered glass as the heavy chandelier came crashing down.
Frantically she tugged at the cords binding her wrists to the spikes driven into the tabletop above and to either side of her head. But there was no give ... no way to free herself. Bound in place and completely helpless, she had no choice but to reconcile herself to the fact that there was nothing she could do but squeeze the hands of Betty and Natalie, close her eyes, and await certain death.
She was startled then, when she felt the cord binding her left wrist loosen. Looking up, she saw Kubo bending over her, frantically working to free her wrist. In the glare of the flames spreading rapidly through the room, his shaved head glistened. A wide gash across his forehead gushed blood. And a partially severed ear hung from the side of his face like a broken wing flap on a plane.
He managed to free one of her hands and set to work on the other. Raising her head and glancing to her left, she saw Natalie looking at her imploringly, her half-broken eyeglasses still clinging lopsidedly to her chin. Beyond Natalie through the fiery-orange-lit-haze was a terrifying scene of death and destruction, in which fallen plaster, ceiling beams and the shattered remains of the great chandelier lay heaped over the broken bodies of pantsless Japanese soldiers and naked Filipina girls.
On freeing Barb’s other wrist, Kubo gripped her arm to pull her up and away from the table top, but she broke away from his grasp and immediately set to freeing Natalie. Kubo looked on for a moment, and then pitched in to help. And when they had freed Natalie, Barb pivoted to help Betty, but was stopped cold by the ghastly scene that greeted her. Betty was dead, crushed, along with the Japanese soldier who had been assaulting her, beneath a fallen heavy ceiling beam.
Barb might have remained there, frozen in place if it weren’t for Kubo and Natalie wresting her away. There was little time to lose. The place was in danger of rapidly becoming an inferno. Together, the three of them, began picking their way through the heaps of bodies and debris that separated them from the double doors through which the two nurses had originally been thrust into the room. Through the smoke and haze one could see that the doors remained open, offering the prospect of escape into what appeared to be a less damaged part of the building.
Eventually they made it there. But even then they were far from safe. Parts of that adjoining room had caught fire, and dense smoke had already filled the air. Kubo shoved them in the direction of the door on the far side of the room, but was unable to stop the two nurses from stooping to search frantically through the piles of clothing on the floor in hopes of scavenging up something to wear.
Barb managed to scoop up a nurse’s skirt, probably either Natalie’s or Betty’s, before Kubo intervened to move her along with a good hard shove. Bursting headlong through the door leading to the outside corridor, she found Natalie already there, clutching to her chest a colorful print dress that must have belonged to one of the Filipina girls. Kubo came through last and immediately began shepherding Natalie and Barb down the corridor towards the front vestibule and hopefully to safety.
It was on reaching the building’s front entrance that Barb first noticed a thick ten-inch-long wooden splinter protruding from low on Kubo’s back. It appeared to have penetrated deeply and in a very bad place. The entire backside of his shirt and trousers were darkened with blood. She imagined the likelihood of severe internal organ damage.
“My God, you’re hurt bad!” she blurted with instinctive alarm, forgetting momentarily who he was and the evil things he had done to her. And it was at that instant that he suddenly pitched forward to the floor.
“Help me!” Barb shouted at Natalie as she knelt over Kubo’s unconscious form to inspect the wound.
“Got what he deserved,” said Natalie drily as she knelt beside Barb.
“He did just save our lives.” replied Barb, although with a note of uncertainty in her voice. “Come on, Nat, give me a hand let’s do what we can for him.”
Carefully, Barb worked the splinter loose and extracted it. Tearing a wide strip of cloth from the lower portion of the nurse’s skirt she still held in one hand, she began to dab at the bloody hole in Kubo’s back.
“More cloth!,” she demanded.
Natalie began to rip a strip from the Filipina girl’s dress.
“Why bother, Lieutenant? You know he’s going to die of that, and we ought to be making our escape before this whole place comes down on our heads!” Natalie said, as the vestibule ceiling overhead emitted an ominously long groan, suggesting a threat of imminent collapse.
“Just a sec. It may not be as bad a wound as I first thought!”
“Hurry!”
Working furiously, Barb applied all her nursing skills to fashion a makeshift dressing of torn cloth to staunch the bleeding oozing from Kubo’s gaping wound.
“Okay. Give me a hand. Help me get him out of here.”
“Why?”
“Just help!”
Together they dragged him across the marble floor to the nearest of the front entrance doors, which Natalie rose to open cautiously.
“You won’t believe this!” she called back to Barb, who joined her to gawk in amazement at a town square transformed into a scene of fiery wreckage and carnage. “Let’s get out while we still can.”
“Right. But what about him?”
“Leave him, Lieutenant!”
“Okay. But we’re naked?”
“Wrap what little we have around us. It’ll have to do.” instructed Natalie with the practical no-nonsense air she always affected. She had straightened her eyeglasses, and looked almost scholarly ... that is, if it weren’t for the shattered eyeglass lens and the fact that she was wearing no clothing.
Slipping through the door and clutching the tattered rags of salvaged clothing to their chests, they scurried down the steps, and after a moment of indecision, headed back around the burning hulk of the shattered town hall in the direction they recalled Kubo to have brought them from earlier that night.
No one seemed to take notice, and they made it safely out of the main square and town center, distancing themselves from the fires and commotion and entering into a part of town that, like all Philippine towns, gave the appearance of a shanty town. There they followed a series of back ways and narrow streets, ducking into the shadows wherever they encountered soldiers or citizens, until Natalie signaled a halt before what appeared to be an outhouse or shed.
“In here,” she whispered, prying open a flimsy door and slipping inside.
There was an immediate commotion.
“Chickens,” said Natalie as Barb joined her. “It’s some kind of hen house.”
“Great.”
“Let’s look around.”
As their eyes, aided by slivers of moonlight coming in through cracks in walls and roof, adjusted to the gloom, they took stock. The space was small, the earthen floor covered with straw and chicken feathers. There were a few tools or implements. Little of interest, but at least the chickens had settled down.
“What now?” said Barb, wrinkling her nose at the stench.
“We rest here for awhile. Stay out of sight until things settle down and then move on before daybreak?” suggested Natalie.
“Okay, my feet are killing me. Why didn’t I think to grab a pair of shoes back there?”
“I think we were kinda in a rush,” observed Natalie dryly
“Uh huh. How many ... um ... of them ... did it to you, Nat, before all hell broke loose?”
“You mean how many of those Japs raped me?”
“Yeah.”
“I wasn’t trying to keep count, but maybe five, possibly six. Too many and too rough! I’m already feeling awfully sore down there.”
“Not your ... uh ... you know ... first time, though?”
“No. I’ve been laid before, if that’s what you mean, Lieutenant.”
“Yeah. Okay, same here ... try to rest a little, Nat. I’ll sit up and keep watch just in case.”
Both had avoided mentioning Betty.
************
It was still dark when a restless Whitaker rose from where he had been lying alongside his buddies, and made his way back to the side of the compound where Barb and her nurses were held. The guard watching over them appeared to have fallen asleep. Emboldened by that fortuitous discovery, Whitaker crept past him and knelt by the nearest sleeping nurse. Looking over the other bodies lying on the ground beyond her, he was pretty sure that Barb was missing.
Gently he tapped the nearest nurse on the shoulder and emitted a shushing breath when she startled.
“Where’s Lieutenant Moore?” he whispered.
“Gone. They took her away.”
“I knew it. Tell me exactly what happened.”
“No! Leave! Now! We’ve seen enough trouble already!”
“Okay. Okay. I’m going.”
**********
Barb snapped to sudden wakefulness. Something or somebody was outside the shed! It was still dark, but there was definitely movement out there and whatever it was, it was approaching.
Reaching over, she poked Natalie.
“What?”
“Shhhhh. Someone’s out there!”
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More than I would have done for him. Barb is either a dedicated nurse or a very principled person, or both. Anyway, I suspect we have not seen the end of Sgt Kubo, who will likely feel that being saved by Barb is too much of a dishonour to bear.
I don't suppose we thought they'd just get away scot free. Probably more trouble to come, even by comparison with being stuck mostly naked in a chicken coop.
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
... By desperately clenching she had managed, up to that point, to limit his intended foul invasion to little more than an a small beachhead ... has to be one of the most descriptive pieces of erotic narrative that I have read in a long time!
And wow, what a roller coaster. The girls facing death, one of them irredeemably so ... Kubo saving Barb, Barb saving Kubo (or at least trying to) ... and the 'inferno' scene 'exploded' into life. Great writing
And wow, what a roller coaster. The girls facing death, one of them irredeemably so ... Kubo saving Barb, Barb saving Kubo (or at least trying to) ... and the 'inferno' scene 'exploded' into life. Great writing
Nurses Barbara and Natalie flee the flaming inferno and seek refuge in a hen house ...
These pics are priceless! Inserted above with thanks!
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Always very welcome Barb ...
twonines
LIMERICUS
You`ve proved before that your imagination is very fertile, I`m sure you`ll think of something.
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Before wandering off to smart-alec remarks, I must compliment Barb on the rich and evocative description in the episode. I could visualize precisely the effect of the blast. Well Done!
Just...one...more...thrust!
Oh, yeah, I mean how fortunate!
Just...one...more...thrust!Dammit!!!
Oh, yeah, I mean how fortunate!A feeling of abandonment and emptiness, Barb?
My man Kubo, the hero!!!
This Barb is a truly remarkable nurse and woman. Few would be as dedicated. I'm serious here!
Being in Arkansas on 'blue-state bride day'???
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
I had expected that the air displacement of the explosion would have pushed him forward and given him that last thrust...
Anyway, when Japanese soldiers make 'a bang', they take it seriously!
old slave
FELIS RESPICIENS
You seem to forget that the floor of a chicken coop is covered with chicken shit
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Certainly it is in a good old Pennines coop, right Old One?
