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Posted by knobarius on August 12, 2009, 5:46:41
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“Is there any sign of the third sentry?” Hunda whispered, appearing at her friend’s side and looking up the path, and at the rising sun. It was getting late; if the third sentry had not showed up by now there had to be something wrong. “This is not good; let’s go hunting.” She adjusted her plundered helmet, remembering with relief that since the girl she had stripped wore her long hair tucked under it, Hunda’s own short hair would not alert the dead sentry’s comrades.
Vara nodded with a wide grin and handed Hunda the second spear as the two mercenaries proceeded up the path away from the ridge. Dressed as the two sentries whose nude corpses were now safely concealed, they walked on the path comfortably, expecting to ambush and overpower the last sentry quickly and quietly, hide her dead body, and then head back to the ridge.
The sound of grunting and giggling caught Hunda and Vara off guard as they stopped in their tracks to listen and get a more precise bearing on just where the unexpected noises were coming from. They concluded it was beyond the tree line to their right, just a bit within the forest. Both mercenaries, with their spears held at the ready, moved past the tree line in a stalking crouch. The two partners reached a grassy clearing and kept behind the cover of some thick bushes as they surveyed the area. Hunda spotted some armor stacked up against the trunk of a fat oak tree, along with a spear leaning against it, and a grazing horse. Then both girls spotted a naked, bald young female – a golden-skinned Eastern girl from Khitai -- straddling a well-built male of perhaps nineteen summers, just as naked as the lusty girl on top of him. The woman moaned and laughed wildly as she rode the male’s member, the long, braided scalplock growing from the crown of her head swinging back and forth. The slave let out grunts as he thrust upward into the straddling woman. Hunda and Vara figured him to be a herder boy or bed-slave to his mistress, owner of the stacked arms – and of the sword that lay unsheathed near the young man’s body.
Hunda quietly stabbed her spear into the dirt and withdrew her dagger as she stepped out from the bush silently. Vara, with spear at the ready, followed, eagerly eyeing the couple, who had their backs to the two mercenaries. Hunda wished she was still barefooted; stalking was easier for her when she wasn’t wearing sandals and she could move faster as well.
The two women had only made half the distances to the third sentry and her bed-slave when an arrow sliced through the air between them and into the back of the naked sentry, piercing her heart. She reacted with a sharp gasp as she threw her head back and went limp with a sigh, falling forward over the slave whose member was still inside her dead wet womanhood. The slave, with short black hair and boyish good looks, sat up in wide-eyed surprise, pushing his mistress‘s limp body back with his own as her lifeless head lolled against his bare shoulder and her naked breasts pressed against his chest. Eyeing the two mercenaries with horror, the youth opened his mouth to cry out just as an angled throwing stick struck him squarely in the forehead. His brown eyes rolled back in his head and his eyelids slipped shut as he dropped back limply with a moan, to lie on the forest floor beneath the naked body of his dead mistress.
Hunda and Vara turned around to see a grim-faced Eastern girl drop down with catlike silence from the leaf-shrouded crook of a tree. Like the dead Khitai sentry, the girl’s head was plucked virtually bald, but the newcomer had, not a scalp-lock, but a long, narrow crest of stiff black hair atop her scalp, descending from the start of her hair line to the back of her neck. Like the two partners, the newcomer was tall and about eighteen years of age. She was barefoot and virtually nude, her golden-skinned body concealed by nothing but a thigh-baring red loin cloth, with a panther-skin quiver full of bronze-headed arrows slung from her right shoulder and hanging low on her back. A dagger rode in a brass-studded black scabbard on her right hip, and in her hand was a long, polished bamboo bow. Her firm breasts bounced slightly as she quickly closed the distances between herself and the two disguised mercenaries.
“Yao, what are you doing out here?” Hunda asked with a smile, recognizing a fellow mercenary from their camp. Even though she and Vara had never had the privilege of working with Yao, they knew that the former slave and concubine turned mercenary was good with both bow and killing dagger, and could track anything or anyone down.
Yao, keeping her serious demeanor, walked past the two other mercenaries. “I’m in heat and the camp has nothing to suffice my needs,” she replied flatly. Standing over her prey, she jiggled the nude girl’s shapely but unresponsive arse with her bare foot to check for signs of life, then pressed her foot down on the dead sentry’s lower back and leaned down to pull the arrow from her body. She retrieved her throwing stick, then seized the dead girl’s shoulder and roughly rolled her body over, freeing her womanhood from the slave’s member, which still stood erect. The dead Eastern girl now lay on her back, her lovely brown eyes open wide and now staring aimlessly upward into the trees, her jaw slack in death, nipples erect. Hunda looked down at the dead sentry; she was more mature than the two that she and Vara had killed earlier, with a well toned physique and lovely full breasts. Like the girl who had killed her, she had high cheek bones, a small nose, and slant eyes. Yao left the sentry’s spread-eagled corpse to lie tits-up as she settled over the unconscious slave, wiped his groin with his own discarded loincloth, and inserted his swollen member into her own wet womanhood. Tossing her bow aside, Yao began to thrust herself on the slave while leaning forward and vigorously kissing the comatose young man on his slack lips. “What are you two do out here this early?” Yao asked between pants. “I saw you kill and strip those other two sluts, so I didn’t mistake you for that Khitai b###h’s friends when I saw you wearing their armor.”
“Looking for bounty and horses. There’s nice horse herd near the ridge up the path.” Vara answered, watching the Eastern woman satisfy herself next to the guard’s naked corpse.
“Do you wish to assist?” Hunda asked Yao. “We’ll split the horses and any bounty with you and all you are required to do is to guard our flanks and rear.” The blonde girl seized the sentry’s bare ankles and dragged her luscious golden body away from the comatose slave and his lusty ravisher. “That’s what you get for making love on sentry duty!” muttered Hunda to the dead wench, closing her brown eyes. “Now my friend will give your young man a better riding than you ever did.”
The Eastern mercenary thrust her body twice more, then leaned over and kissed the slack-faced youth a last time before getting off. The slave’s manhood, covered in her juices, glistened in the morning light, until Yao again wiped it clean with the slave’s loincloth. “Sounds like a deal,” Yao replied, maintaining her serious look as she adjusted her own loincloth. She paused to crouch on her haunches over the dead yellow girl, despoiling her corpse of several golden finger rings, her earrings, and a green jade pendant. “Help me hide this dead Khitai whore and store my new slave and we shall proceed.”
Vara had gathered up the dead sentry’s armor and spear, as well as the reins of her horse, and Hunda now seized her lifeless arms and pulled her into a sitting position. “Come on, yellow girl,” she urged. “Time to go.” She slung the dead Eastern sentry‘s naked body over her shoulder, enjoying the slain girl’s warmth and utter limpness as she carried her. Yao likewise had her knocked-out slave boy draped nude over her shoulder, hands and bare feet dangling, with his member pressing against her body and his slack mouth gagged by his former mistress’s black silk loincloth. Yao followed the other two mercenaries back to the spot where the other two cooling corpses waited. Hunda added the dead Eastern girl to the pile of naked flesh, tracing her cheekbones with her finger before leaving her with her slain comrades, her bald head resting on the shoulder of the slain Kushite girl. Vara stashed the Eastern girl’s weapons with the others beside the path nearby, just in case they were needed. Yao sat her unconscious young bed-slave nude against a tree and untied the gag, tilting his head back and dripping into his slack month a few drops from the sleeping potion vial she wore around her neck like the other two women, to insure the naked slave remained inert till their business was done.
Before Hunda covered the bodies again, Yao approached her victim’s corpse and yanked her long braided scalp-lock straight up so that the dead Khitai woman was jerked into a sitting position, Yao gazing without expression into her slack face. Yao briefly caressed the girl’s bare breasts. Then she drew her razor-sharp dagger and with a single stroke cut away the scalp-lock a finger’s breadth from her victim’s bald head. The dead Khitai girl flopped backward onto the shoulder of the Negress with a smack of warm flesh, tits jiggling and mouth open as though she had just fainted after love-making, her lips almost grazing a shapely dark breast. Wordlessly, Yao tied the dead sentry’s hair to her belt.
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