"Justine, wait…please just take a second to think about this…"
Lars said as Justine grasped onto his wrists, pulling him closer. With helpless eyes, she stared at him trying to control herself.
"Lars, if this is the only way please, please help me. I don't want to die."
"Won't they go after whoever does it with her? It's going to piss them off…"
Amy muttered, still sitting and rocking back and forth.
Glancing over, Justine went to speak before Daniel scooted closer to them. Rubbing his beard, he loudly sighed rubbing his raw and injured face.
"It's a chance we'll have to take, we'll just have to wait and see what happens."
Alejandro made a face.
"Ah, the waiting game. So he fucks her, and we just see if they drag him out for dinner. Lars, you ready?"
Lars turned and looked at Justine, just as helpless and scared as she was before. Reaching up, she gently stroked the side of his face with her fingertips.
"Don't do anything you don't want to do. Daniel…"
Daniel glanced over ashamed before Lars shook his head, dropping his eyes for a second as Justine waited. Color was filling his cheeks before finally he looked up at her. Any fear or doubt was gone. Looking around quickly, he nodded.
"All right, come on…"
Justine stared at him in disbelief.
"Wait…are you sure?"
"If I think about it any longer I'll psych myself out, come on…"
Before Justine could say another world, Lars brought her to her feet, both stood together, nearly the same height before he motioned for Daniel.
"Let's make this quick, can you stand in front of us. We'll either get one of those guards who are standing above or one of the kids to see, that should be enough."
Daniel nodded as Amy nervously bit her nails.
"This is fucking nuts…"
Alejandro shock his head, sitting up straighter. Quickly, Lars brought Justine to the back of the cage, just a few feet away from where Amy sat. Nervously looking over his shoulder, he unzipped his jumpsuit, dropping it to his ankles where he stood in his stained T-shirt and boxer briefs. Justine suddenly looked completely terrified, her eyes darting back and forth. Standing in front of her, Lars reached forward, cupping the sides of her face. Bringing her closer, Lars pressed his forehead against hers.
"Listen to me Justine, i'm going to try to make this quick…"
Alejandro dryly laughed but as Justine went to look, Lars held her face firmly, forcing her to continue looking at him.
"I'll try not to hurt you, we'll do this quick, they can see and it's over okay?"
Justine's stomach rolled as a million thoughts raced through her head. Suddenly, standing here this didn't seem like a good idea. Feeling terribly exposed, she stood back, feeling the bamboo poles behind her. Lars looked again over his shoulder before Amy slowly got up and stood beside Daniel, trying her hardest with him to block their view. It wasn't perfect, but it was better than nothing. Still, she could still feel Alejandro's eyes on her. Standing back, Justine nervously bit her lip before Justine leaned in.
"Take those off…"
Confused for a moment, Justine saw where he was looking before understanding what he meant. Slowly she slipped her panties off, before using her hands to cover herself in vain. Shivering, she stood there and stared in utter disbelief as Lars tried as hard as he could to make himself hard. Too ashamed to look her in the eye as he continued doing do. Standing there, looking at the backs of both Amy and Daniel, she swallowed hard before nervously crossing her arms and cupping her elbows as goosebumps broke out over her arms. Watching his cheeks flush, as beads of sweat dripped down his temples, he breathed heavy, moving his hand faster. Daniel, still not turning around motioned slightly with his head.
"Come on, quickly…they might be coming back!"
Lars who looked helpless took a second, before Justine glanced once more over to where Alejandro was, before blocking him completely out of her mind. Carefully, still trying to cover herself, she backed up until she felt the bamboo poles of the cage behind her press into her back. All she wanted at this exact moment was to close her eyes and when she opened them she could find herself back at school, in her dorm room safe and sound. Instead, this nightmare wouldn't end. She was trapped, and this was Hell. Lars then pulled down the waistband of his boxer briefs, where his penis, which was partly erect sprang out from a mass of reddish brown hair. Glancing quickly down at it, she remembered the day before when they pulled over to use the bathroom and how for one quick second she almost saw it when he tried to unzip his pants in front of her to use the bathroom.
Now just twenty-four hours later here they were, about to have sex. Standing there, she looked down at it. Justine may have been a virgin, but she knew what a penis looked like. But never before did she see one this up close. Lars held it in his hand before he leaned over, still not making eye contact with her.
"Um, open your legs up as far as you can, and hold onto my shoulder…"
Carefully he came as close as he could, using his free hand to slip beneath her bottom, and lean forward trying to lift her against the bars. Justine knew how awkward this was, and worked with him, leaning forward, grasping his shoulders as he helped lift her up, pressing her weight against the bars to help him get into position. Easing her thigh aside, Lars leaned forward, before softly whispering…
"I'm sorry…"
That's when she felt it tough her inner thigh, then finally slip in. Not being wet, nor ready, Justine stiffened as he took a second and pushed forward gritting his teeth. Instantly a terrible pain roared through her body, causing her to seize up as she stared up and whimpered. Lars continued pushing forward, still partly holding her up against the wall of the cage, and helping himself to guide in and find the right position. Feeling his cock slide up inside her, her insides cramped up as she snapped her eyes shut. The pain was worse than she ever thought, even worse than what that terrible woman had done to her earlier. Almost losing her grip on Lars, she almost swayed to the side but instead Lars held her firmly up against the wall of the cage. Justine wanted to panic, standing there she felt her inner folds quiver around him as he pushed up further before resting. Justine clutched onto him before he moved his forehead and slid it against hers. Both staring into each other's humiliated and pained eyes, Lars took a deep breath.
"Justine, remember, it's just you and me…just you and me okay? You gotta stay with me…"
Justine's eyes began to fill with tears.
"I…can't do this…"
Lars blocked out anything else around her that was happening, instead his warm scared brown eyes continued staring at her as he moved again, slightly causing the pain to throb inside her even worse. Standing there, she slightly cried out before Lars bucked up again, making Justine grip onto his shoulders for dear life. Minutes seemed to drag on, as Lars kept trying to keep her in position and he slowly took the thrust upward, slow and easy for her, trying his hardest not to hurt her.
"You guys better hurry, they look like they might be up to something…"
Daniel whispered. For a second Lars and Justine just stared at each other before Justine knew she was going to die. That no matter what was going to happen, this was it. She was never going to see her dad or friends again. She was going to die in this filthy jungle all for the wrong reasons. Looking at Lars, she couldn't believe how kind and good of a person he was. That she had judged him completely wrong, and he was risking to do something so humiliating like having sex with her out in the open like this just to save her. Holding onto his shoulders tighter, her other leg lifted lightly going around him, as she allowed herself as best as she could to relax and just let him finish.
His movements and pumps were still slow and easy, and the pain was still horrible, but she knew by the look of exhaustion in his eyes it was just a matter of time before finally it was over. Pressing up against him, Justine stared at him as he thrusted up once, twice, and finally closed his eyes moaning before burying his scratchy bearded face up against her as he moaned. There inside her she felt his erection twitch inside her before completely emptying inside of her. The sensation of warmth dripping down her thighs happened, and finality he collapsed against her, fighting for breath as she continued standing there in complete shock. Lowering his head he gasped, before he slowly slid out, and helped her lower herself down against the ground. Standing there in shock, she felt him slip out of her, and the dull aching feeling of him not being inside her any longer. Standing there, she waited before finally, her hand reached down finding his and laced her fingers between his, squeezing it tight. Lars finally caught his breath, his bangs fallen in his eyes as sweat continued to drop off him. Staring at her, his eyes seemed completely different now as he leaned foreword and pressed his forehead against hers again.
"Are…you…okay?"
He asked in a breathless voice. Justine, still in a daze from what happened blinked and looked at him. Her eyes then glanced over and there she saw Alejandro sitting across, looking at them. Glaring, Justine felt a rage she had never felt before in her entire life. Glaring at him, she saw him smile before she turned and looked up at Lars. There she grabbed hold of him, pressing her lips against him, kissing him deeply. The kiss only lasted a few seconds, but once it was over she pulled back and stared at him.
"Thank…you."
Lars nodded, still exhausted from what just happened. Slowly, Justine pulled up her panties, glancing down quickly to see if she was bleeding. Instead she saw what she supposed was semen smeared across her upper thighs with grit and dirt. Disgusted, she finished pulling them up, crossing her hands over her stomach. It felt like cramps she got right before she started her period. Trying to push any thought away, she settled down, and sat. A few minutes later, after Lars got his clothes back on, they broke apart as they watched the guard above had summoned another guard to come up to the tree platform. They were standing, looking below not saying a word. Standing there, completely terrified, Justine wouldn't let go of Lars' hand.
"They are going to come and kill you…"
Justine whispered. Shaking his head, Lars glanced at her. Since they dressed, both were too shy to even look at each other.
"Maybe, maybe not…"
Justine bit nervously down on her lip as Amy, who went back to sitting to the side glanced up.
"Look, there're coming."
The smaller children came forward, passing clay bowls through the bars of the cage. Crawling on her knees, Justine passed the first bowl to Amy, before seeing the same exact child she had spotted earlier this morning when she awoke from sleeping against Lars. The boy stared at her with fascinated eyes as she softly smiled. Reaching down, she grabbed her necklace she had placed down the night before. Dangling it, she leaned forward.
"Listen…"
There she began to play, the same tune she played yesterday. The same tune her mother had taught her as a child. The same tune she mentally hummed to herself while Lars and her had sex in a desperate attempt to save her life. Gently she placed the tiny silver flute against her lips and began to play. The child watched closely before simply walking away.
"It's no use Justine."
Alejandro spoke as he began to eat. Devastated, Justine sat back the bowl in her hands. That's when she heard Lars behind her talk to Alejandro.
"You're actually going to eat that?"
Alejandro shrugged.
"It's just pork scraps."
Amy glanced up, digested.
"But I'm vegan…"
Daniel sighed looking down at the little yellow chunks floating in the bowl.
"If we're going to escape, we'll need energy…"
Slowly, all of them began to eat. Struggling to swallow, and avoid the chewy taste. Justine tried to focus, just as she did ten or so minutes ago as Lars held her against the bars. This was just a way to survive, nothing more, nothing less. Taking tiny bites, she chewed away when suddenly she heard the sound of something breaking, Turning just in time, she watched as Amy drag a broken piece of bowl across her throat, spraying blood everywhere.
"Amy!"
Lunging forward with the others, they all hurried over but it was too late. Alejandro wrapped his hand against her throat as blood continued to pulse and gush through his fingers. Lars, Daniel, and Justine held onto Amy, screaming at her but as her pale face slumped to the side they knew it was over. Shaking, Justine sat back, her hands stained with her blood.
"Jesus!"
"Why?!"
Lars asked, staring down at her. Looking down at the broken pieces of the bowl, Daniel ran his hand over his face.
"Ah fuck…"
"What is it?"
Alejandro wiped his blood stained hands against his pants and went back to his side of the cage. Lars crawled over to Justine and wrapped his arms around her as she shook. Holding her tight, he held her head as she buried it against his shirt. Daniel urned and lifted the remains of the bowl.
"Look…"
Justine glanced up and saw the scrap of flesh that had Samantha's tribal tattoo on it. Feeling an acid burning from the bottom of her stomach, Justine began to dry heave before she flipped over. Crawling on her hands and knees, she tried to aim for between the bars. Lars was behind her holding her hair as she began to vomit, sending everything right back up.
"Shhhhh, it's okay…it's all right…"
Lars said, still gently holding her hair and rubbing her back. Spitting, Justine gagged before she wiped her mouth. Sniffling, she turned over as her temples began to throb. The cramps from earlier were worse, and everything felt as if it was beginning to spin. Gently holding her, Lars waited before finally Justine got a hold of herself.
"You okay?"
Justine glanced over at Amy's body and looked away in utter digest. She refused to let herself cry. Instead, she sat up slowly against Lars and stared forward as Daniel came over.
"Maybe she had the right idea…"
"Stop that, I told you…we're getting out, tonight."
"How?"
Justine asked, feeling her voice rise. Samantha had tried making a run for it and look that got her. Sitting there, she choked back a sob before Lars sat up, still holding her against him.
"I got it. Listen, the second they find her she's going into the oven…"
Reaching down, he pulled the baggy of weed he had shoved into his boot yesterday and held it up.
"I'm going to give them an ingredient that will fuck them up real good."
Justine stared up at it as she scooted her body up, sitting between his legs.
"How?"
"We'll shove it down her throat somehow, they shouldn't be able to notice if we get it down deep enough…"
Feeling her stomach roll, Justine sat up as Daniel began looking for a stick. Reaching through the bars, he grabbed at different pieces of split bamboo or twigs that were close enough within reach. Lars sat up, before Justine crawled over and stared at Amy. She didn't know her well enough, but her heart nevertheless still went out to her. Sighing, she shook her head and began to pull down her jump suit. If they were indeed going to escape, she was going to need to wear something.
"Let me help you…"
Lars squatted down and helped pull Amy's jump suit and boots off with her. The suit was blood stained, but could still serve it's purpose. Handing it to her. Justine locked eyes with him.
"Thank you…"
Lars stared at her as Daniel came over with a long piece of broken bamboo.
"Think this will really work?"
"Worth a try…"
As Lars and Daniel knelt in front of Amy, Justine pulled the jump suit up, and struggled with the boots, lacing them tight. Amy must have been at least a size or two bigger than her, but after double knotting them, she knew they would do. Looking at the still stickily fresh blood made her stomach roll again, as she tucked her hair behind her eyes.
"Got her…"
"Now you with the weed…okay, shove it down…"
She heard Daniel and Lars work together as they opened Amy's mouth and shoved down the bag. Heating the sickening sounds as they rammed it down. Shutting her all ready stiffening jaw, they sat back.
"Any last words? Alejandro?"
That's when the slapping sound began. Looking over. Justine saw Alejandro had his hand down his pants, laying back, jerking himself off.
"Jesus! What the fuck are you doing?!"
Lars asked looking away. Alejandro, calm as ever stared up as he continued jerking himself off.
"If we don't want to end up like the others, you would do so yourself."
Justine sat back feeling sick to her stomach.
"You're fucking psychotic…"
"I'm not psychotic, when you're body is under stress the only way to think clearly is to find a release."
"I'm going to find a release on you mother fucker! People are fucking dying and you're jerking off!"
"Violence is another way for a release…"
Daniel screamed running over, wrapping his hands around Alejandro's throat as he continued jerking off, quickening his pace. Just then shouts came as the natives came forward, putting spears through the bars forcing Daniel to get off Alejandro. The second the door opened up, Lars took told her Justine, and covered her body with his as he held onto the bars. The man in the yellow and black marched forward, his large curved bone knife held high. Justine squatted there against the bars, feeling Lars' breath against his neck as her heart continued hammering in her chest. Hearing the horrible sound of Amy getting cut up, she knew they had found her. Closing her eyes, she found one of Lars' hands and squeezed it, praying to God they would just leave them alone. That's when she felt Lars get ripped off her.
"NO!"
She heard him yell, snapping her eyes open she turned as the man threw her back against the bars. Leaning down, near her crotch he sniffed before his brow wrinkled.
Holding the blade, he shouted in his language before glaring at Lars. Motioning to the other natives, he shook his head before the others carried Amy's bloody and hacked up body away. Moments later the gate fell closed again, and a crowed went towards one of the huts. Too scared to even think, Justine took a second before she saw she was untouched. Maybe the guards had seen Lars and her, maybe they had somehow known, or maybe in some sick twisted way that man knew just by smelling her. Whatever did happen, they didn't bother with her, or Lars for the time being. They had taken Amy's body, and now besides a small puddle trail of blood, that was it.
"Justine, are you okay?"
Turning, Justine scrambled, grabbing hold of Lars. Crying, she clutched onto him, refusing to let go. If she let go, she might very well lose him.