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Posted by knobarius on August 12, 2009, 5:58:31
They had not traveled very far from the herd before they spotted two more male slaves of about their own age, almost naked like their dead comrades, sleeping in the shade of a large tree as they lay a few paces apart from each other. Both were slim, and handsome, with curly black hair and sun-bronzed skin as though captured from the same place – perhaps the Akkean coastline, Hunda thought, or some outlying island. Now barefooted, the two mercenaries silently crept towards the sleeping youths; one lay on his stomach, head pillowed on one arm, while the other slept on his back. Vara prepared her garrote and looked over at Hunda, who nodded.
Moving quickly each girl chose and quickly straddled her half-naked victim. Hunda’s right hand clamped down on a herder boy’s bare throat while her free hand covered his mouth. He awoke with a start to stare up at her with horrified brown eyes as she grinned down at the lad and tightened her deadly grip, ignoring his muffled attempts to cry out. Having choked off his cries, the blonde girl now used both hands to constrict his throat, until the slave’s eyes slipped shut and his mouth went utterly slack. His bare feet ceased to kick and his strong legs relaxed to measure their full length on the ground. But Hunda, still smiling, kept squeezing until sure that the boy was dead -- then released her grip, only to deal an insuring blow to each side of his throat with the edge of her hand. Meanwhile Vara had looped her garrote around her victim’s neck and pulled back tightly, so tightly that the only sounds that escaped his gaping mouth were a gasp and a few faint gurgles. Pulling his head and shoulders backward by the garrote around his neck, Vara maintained her grip as the slave’s naked legs and arms flailed and shook violently. .
Soon he too went limp and Vara and Hunda relaxed atop their dead victims, bare flesh against bare flesh, before finally rolling off of their cooling bodies. Once they had regained themselves and Vara had turned her strangled victim over onto his back to lie stretched beside his dead companion, the giggling girls stripped the loincloths off the dead slaves’ groins and inspected their naked sun-browned bodies, playing with all their limp limbs. Feeling satisfied with their handsome trophies, the young mercenaries seized both dead boys by their ankles and dragged their breathless bodies back towards the herd over the thick grass -- naked, eyes closed and mouths open, arms trailing. Hunda and Vara then propped up their inert bodies into a sitting position leaning back-to-back against each other, dead and nude, their heads lolling limply over their smooth brown chests -- sleepily waiting for their turn to be slung naked over the backs of horses, like their two silenced comrades. Hunda tousled her slumped victim’s curly black hair, fondled his flaccid exposed manhood, and kissed him on his smooth, still-warm cheek before standing up to survey the two beautiful male bodies. “These herder boys sure look cute and sleepy once they’ve been taken off duty, don’t they?” she asked, smiling.
Vara, magnificent in her dark near nudity, rubbed her hand against the naked shoulder of her own victim, and looked up at Hunda, grinning broadly. “O yes,” she said with a chuckle. “We put’ em to sleep for good!”
The black girl pulled back the dead youth’s head by his black hair for another look at his utterly slack face and closed eyes, admiring his fine parted lips and white teeth before releasing her grip. The young slave’s lifeless head slumped sullenly onto his bare chest, and both girls turned to go, leaving the two dead, naked males behind.
All six herders had now been silenced, four of them permanently, along with the rider of the three-woman outpost. It only remained to quietly kill the two remaining sentries they presumed to be in the area, and to take away their bodies.
***
The tall Northern girl with the red hair let out a yawn as she stretched and sat down on a pile of rubble. She was clad only in a thigh-bearing bearskin loincloth, a leather belt with knife scabbard, and gold bracelets and anklets, her large pink nippled breasts bare and free. Her mentor and lover had warned her to wear her short sword at all times, but she had unbuckled it, and it stood in its scabbard in a corner. Combing back her fiery red mane with her hands, she adjusted herself on the pile of stones, making herself comfortable, all the while keeping her spear close by, leaning against the stone wall. The redheaded sentry was seated in the corner of the remains of two stone walls; the wall against which she leaned her naked back was only about the length of two dead women laid end to end, and partly crumbled so that as she sat there the top of the wall barely cleared her head; to her right the other section of wall ran for several hundred paces, almost to the edge of the ridge. The walls had once been part of a fortified temple, destroyed many years ago during the Amazon tribal wars. Now they were simply used by her sister rebels as he ridge’s sentry post.
Grabbing her spear from its position against the wall and moving it closer to her, the red-haired warrior leaned back against the shorter wall, crossing her bare legs at the ankles and folding her arms across her naked chest. She had been up all night and had been feeling a bit sleepy even before going on guard duty to relieve those three lazy b###hes; her superior and lover watched the other end of the wall for her, so she could go back for a short nap. Yawning loudly, the young women leaned her head back and drifted off to sleep.
Vara leaned over the shorter wall, looking down at the redhead, then quickly and silently ducked back over. On the other side of the shorter wall, Vara gestured to her partner as to what she had seen. Hunda nodded with a grin and moved towards the corner with the wooden club she had taken from a dead slave boy, to watch down the long wall and make sure no one was coming to interrupt the silencing. The coast was clear and Hunda gestured her friend to proceed.
The spear was the biggest threat and could be helpful as well, Vara thought, as she silently reached over the partly toppled wall for it, finding it no great stretch to grasp it. Once the spear shaft was in both her hands she quickly moved it in front of the sleeping girl and then in one quick motion pulled back, pressing the shaft against the girl’s bare throat: the wall behind her left her with no room to relieve the pressure. Her green eyes shot open wide and her naked feet thrashed around as she vainly tried to push the spear away from her throat. The black girl remained calm as she kept pulling for a few moments. There was a crackling noise and a sigh and the girl was limp and dead, bare arms dangling uselessly at her sides. Vara, with Hunda still keeping a look out, relaxed her pressure on the spear shaft, then hopped over the crumpled wall and inspected her latest kill.
Her green eyes were dreamily opened halfway and her jaw hung slack as she slumped back against the wall awkwardly. Vara straightened the dead girl up, crossing her muscular legs at the ankles and then closing her sleepy eyes, so that she looked much more comfortable. She admired her lightly freckled face and fondled the girl’s breasts briefly before placing the spear into her dead hands. Vara leaped back over the wall silently, leaving the dead redhead sitting slumped with head hanging limply over her bare chest as if merely asleep, the spear resting across her thighs.
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