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Posted by knobarius on August 12, 2009, 5:50:41
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Yao easily climbed the tall tree barefoot and eased herself onto a thick branch where she could watch while concealed by foliage; she slithered along it expertly, distributing her weight and keeping balance even while holding her long bow in one hand. She then straddled the branch with her long naked legs and sat up to survey the horse herd in the clearing some distance below. Yao also took careful count of the four young herder boys who patrolled within the herd, generally with their backs to the tree line. These slaves were in their late teens at least, beardless and with well-toned bodies, and nude apart from brief rectangular loincloths draped through belts of rawhide cord. Aside from small knives, they were armed only with knobbed wooden clubs, and spears with fire-hardened wooden points – mostly to defend the herd against wild dogs and wolves, not human enemies, Yao thought. Though they seemed strong enough, Yao was confident that Hunda and Vara could dispatch such untrained fighters quietly and with no fuss. Still, she pulled an arrow from her quiver silently, just in case. She clicked her tongue as arranged, telling her new partners it was safe to attack.
Hunda and Vara casually walked out from under the cover the trees into the soft morning sunlight. “Remember: we only leave two of them breathing,” Hunda reminded Vara in soft tones, her partner grinning as she nodded assent. The two mercenaries, still in the garb of the dead sentries whose stripped bodies now lay safely hidden, were not worried about alerting any of their other enemies. One of the half-naked slaves, about fifty paces from her, looked Hunda’s way – a youth of perhaps her own age, with wild, longish curly brown hair and a slender muscled body. Hunda looked back at the unsuspecting slave, confident that at this distance the nose-guarded helmet would conceal her features, and nodded silently before he turned his back to her. Nearby, Vara spotted another young slave, with his nicely muscled back turned to her; he had close-cropped blond hair, light skin, and broad shoulders. She looked to her right at Hunda, and stabbed her spear silently into the ground before removing her bronze breastplates and helmet. Hunda nodded and did the same and began her death stalk to her unsuspecting slave. The two young mercenaries had agreed to kill all but two of any slave boys they might meet, leaving one apiece alive for their own lustful enjoyment, since Yao had already captured hers. The breathless bodies of the others, though dead, would still be of use, in fetching the small bounty collected for enemy slaves killed.
Vara wrapped her oiled leather cord around her knuckles to make a deadly garrote as she silently approached the short-haired herder boy, keeping her gaze on his strong neck and naked shoulders. With quick sudden motion she wrapped the garrote around the slave’s throat and tightened the leather cord.
The slave gasped and dropped his club as he clawed at the garrote. Vara kicked him behind the knees, and brought him to a kneeling position, naked upper body pulled back against her waist. She locked her legs and pulled back hard, leaving the slave’s mouth wide open as he gasped for air. He fought for a few moments before his contorted face relaxed, his eyelids slipped shut and his half-naked body went limp, his muscular arms jangling at his sides. He was dead on his knees before the strong young Negress, his close-cropped blonde head lolling lifelessly against Vara’s naked belly. Smiling, Vara unlooped the oiled cord from around his dead throat, and rubbed the blonde stubble on her victim’s head.
As Vara struck, Hunda pounced and whipped her powerful left arm around the wild-haired slave’s bare throat, using her right to seize his waist and pull him back, his naked back against her body. The herder boy dropped his club in surprise and tried to reach back at his attacker, his cries choked off. But Hunda stood fast as she held him tight in her death grip, her powerful legs rooted to the soil under her naked feet. The slave fought vainly, then convulsed once and slowly went limp in Hunda’s embrace, his half-naked body a dead weight against hers, eyes closed. “Sleep,” she whispered.
Finally releasing her stranglehold and letting his head loll pleasantly against her bare shoulder, mouth agape, Huna gently lowered him to the earth so that he lay face up, then knelt at his side. She peered closely into the long-haired youth’s handsome face, eyes shut and mouth still gaping. She thumbed his eyelids open and shut, each in turn, to check them – “Finished” she muttered --and partly closed his mouth before kissing his warm lips. Running her hands through his matted shoulder-length curls, then down his muscular chest and his taut belly, she admired his dead body -- along with his large member, standing erect under the loin cloth. Hunda smiled to herself as she pulled the flap of the loincloth through the cord belt to expose her victim’s manhood, then finished stripping off her sentry disguise with a lusty sigh. Naked, she mounted the dead slave.
A few paces away the blond slave boy lay dead and naked on his back, eyes closed and mouth slack. He looked as if he was asleep, aside from the clean red band neatly circling his pale throat. Vara, having stripped him nude, smilingly gazed at this proof of her garrote’s handiwork, and cut a leather cord from a sandal of the black girl she had killed. Gloriously nude, she straddled the strangled herder boy at his bare thighs as she tied the cord firmly around the base of his erect member for some later fun – for she had spotted a young black slave, slender and with head shaved bald, close by and it was too risky to have her fun before he was silenced. “I shall return, my pet,” she cooed into the slave’s dead ear, and kissed him on his warm lips before getting up, picking up his dropped club and creeping towards her next target -- the black herder boy she wanted to take alive as her own bed-slave.
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