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Posted by knobarius on August 12, 2009, 6:02:54
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.
Hunda peered around the corner, waiting patiently. It was clear. Finally she turned back to Vara: “No one is coming, so you might as well move that dead b###h into the trees.” Vara nodded with a grin. Rather than go to the other side of the fragment and drag the dead girl’s body around the end of it, the Kushite warrior simply leaned back over the broken wall, first to retrieve the spear, then to grab the dead Northern girl under the arms and hoist her over. Once the lifeless redhead was over the wall Vara laid her on her back, then seized her by the ankles and dragged her away from the wall, red hair and dead arms trailing. Reaching the treeline, Vara grabbed a limp arm and slung the pale body over her shoulder, and bore her half-naked corpse deeper into the woods. Setting the warm body down into a sitting position at the base of a tree, eyes closed and mouth agape, the black girl stood admiring her latest trophy while stripping off her own loincloth. Bending to kiss her victim’s slack lips and again caress her sweet breasts, Vara stripped the slain redhead of her splendid bearskin loincloth and leather belt, and to put them on herself. Next Vara seized the dead girl’s naked left foot and proceeded to despoil the strangled guard of her golden anklet. She wore a fine gold signet ring on her left hand, and Vara took this too, slipping it carefully from her dead finger, and the golden bracelet from her nerveless wrist. Soon the young sentry was stripped of all her clothing and finery, slumped against the tree, utterly nude and with shapely legs spread wide. Clad as the Northern girl had been scant moments before, Vara adjusted the new golden bracelet on her left wrist and grinned down at the dead beauty.
Almost as soon as Vara disappeared into the tree line, Hunda heard a voice – a strong female voice calling out: “Hey, Bruna! I’ve still got some wine and food left over, lover. And Sarissa’s still out riding that white nag of hers.” .The blonde girl peeked around the corner quickly and spied an attractive, broad-shouldered female, bare-chested, striding forcefully in her direction down the path parallel to the ruined wall. Lifting her stolen club she prepared herself for the coming figure. She barely could make out the footsteps, but they were getting closer. Hunda’s rapid glimpse had told her that the woman was tall and well muscled, and carried a short boar spear in her right hand. In her left was a tied-up cowskin bag. Just as the woman passed the corner Hunda got a better glimpse of her frizzy, shoulder-length grayed brunette hair, showing that she was an older warrior -- a veteran. Hunda deftly stepped behind her and brought the club down hard onto the crown of the older woman’s skull. The woman’s head jerked back, her mouth open in a grunted “ugh!” as she dropped her spear and bag, staggered out of her unfastened rawhide sandals, and swayed. Dropping the club Hunda got behind the dazed woman. Taking her by her iron-gray locks, the girl pulled her back with her to the piece of wall around the corner, bracing her own bare back against it as she wound her arm around her enemy’s neck and felt her naked breasts pressing against the older woman’s bare back. Despite her muscular arms, the stunned woman could struggle only weakly as she tried to pry Hunda’s strangling arm from her throat, making faint noises until she went utterly limp against Hunda’s sweaty naked chest, her bare arms falling to her sides. She was dead on her bare feet, as though standing erect. But Hunda made sure of her, squeezing steadily and then flexing her arm until she heard a satisfying crunch of windpipe. She let her dead victim’s weight lean back to rest against her own naked flesh for a moment, the woman’s head, open-mouthed, eyes closed, lolling back against the blonde girl’s bare shoulder, as Hunda enjoyed holding up the limp form with an arm around her bare waist and the other at her chest. She straightened her victim’s head as though she was standing upright, then she let the dead woman topple forward like a felled tree, half-nude body straight, limp arms at her sides and dead knees locked – falling onto her face and bare breasts into the dust.
Looking down at her defeated foe, Hunda noted the woman’s muscular but attractive bare back and her firm buttocks, left exposed by the scanty loincloth flap disappearing between them. She let her eyes wander over the woman’s shapely legs and dusty soles. The fallen warrior’s legs were naked save for gold anklets around each ankle. Hunda jostled the rump of the limp corpse with her own bare foot. There was no response. She knelt down and smacked the fallen warrior’s firm bottom and smiled at her newest victory.
“That flame-haired little Northern slut is all taken care of,” Vara announced, emerging from the tree line holding the dead redhead’s spear and clad in her victim’s loincloth and jewelry. “How do I look in her – say, who do you have there?” She approached her partner without taking her gaze from the motionless body lying face-down in the dust.
“Some old whore that won’t be giving us or anyone else any more trouble,” Hunda replied, proudly looking down at the half-naked corpse at her bare feet.
The black girl knelt down and grabbed a fist full of grayed brunette hair and lifted the dead woman’s face from the dirt. Her strong, attractive features were dusty, her eyes closed, her mouth agape, but Vara knew her identity at once. “Achillea!” she gasped, and looked up at her friend, shocked.
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