"Welcome To Barbaria" (closed)

[HornyDog2017]

Karns loved doing this. He loved lapping a woman's pussy. It had been his first sexual experience. Well, his first performing of a sexual experience. His actual first sexual experience had been having his cock sucked. By his sister. There wasn't anything unusual about that in Barbaria. The North had its word for that, of course: incest. Barbaria had a word for it, too, or words, actually: showing your love.

It got cold in the mountains of Barbaria. And the villages of Barbaria were often very small and comprised of only the members of a single extended family. When boys and girls came of proper age and were ready to become men and women, often the best or only person available to perform the rite of sexual passage was another family member.

Intercourse between close family members was a no-no, though. That was for obvious reasons. Barbaria tribes without such a rule had suffered with adverse mental and physical effects plaguing their children. But those days were long gone. Today, both the coming of age ceremonies and subsequent sexual encounters that were simply for the pleasure of it were entirely of an oral nature.

The result of such an education was obvious now. As he lapped furiously at Janis's pussy, she writhed and rolled and tensed up and erupted in ecstasy. Her cries echoed off the rock and out over the land behind him. He continued his work until it was obvious Janis had had enough. Then he sat back on his haunches again to view what he'd done with glistening, smiling lips.

"My Gods!" Janis cried out, complimenting his skills. He only smiled to her in silence. She pulled him to her body. Grabbing his cock, she demanded, "Fuck me, Karns. You understand that, yes?"

"I understand," he said. He shifted his hips as Janis positioned him at her hole. He pushed slowly but steadily, penetrating her. She was tight. But she was wet with her body's lubricant. Her muscles separated, allowing him inside. Karns smiled as inch after inch sunk into her. Though he didn't fully understand it, he repeated her words, "Hearts content."

Once he was deep inside Janis, Karns simply laid between her raised knees. The heat, tightness, and wetness of her pussy was marvelous. He could lay here like this forever.

 

[ToniTaylor]

Janis had heard the tales of how incest was an acceptable behavior in Barbaria, of course; stories of sex, particularly those of a taboo nature flowed between cultures as easily as the air moved from one nation to another. Of course, where or with whom Karns had learned to do this to a woman's pussy was of no importance to Janis as she was laying there panting with a throbbing heart, overwhelmed by the euphoria engulfing her entire being.

When Karns' cock intruded upon her too-long ignored vaginal canal, Janis's fingernails sunk into the firm flesh of his bared ass, pulling him closer and deeper inside. She murmured, "Deeper, Karns. All the way in. Oh, fuck me."

Janis's body was tense at the intrusion of her pussy, the first time in too long, so very much too long. She wrapped her legs around Karns' torso and crossed the backs of her ankles, holding him tightly to her as his and her bodies came together as one. She'd pressed her forehead into the crook of his neck at some point of which she wasn't aware, and her fingers were interlaced with his hair at the back of his skull.

After a long moment of no motion between them, Janis pulled her face back and then lifted it again, pressing her lips to his. Karns flinched and pulled back. She looked into his eyes a moment, then tried to kiss him again, but once more he pulled back and looked at her with an expression of confusion.

"I only wanted to kiss you, Karns," Janis whispered with a bit of apology in her tone.

 

[HornyDog2017]

Karns and Janis

Karns flinched and pulled his head back when Janis pressed her mouth to his. Why would she do that? The Barbarians did a lot of wonderful and erotic things to one another with their mouths. Kissing wasn't one of them.

"I only wanted to kiss you, Karns," Janis whispered.

"Kiss?" he asked. It was the same tone and demeanor as when he'd heard Janis speak fuck. "What is kiss?"

He saw the reaction from Janis. And he knew he was about to learn the definition of another Northman word. The last lesson had turned out nicely. He was confident this one would, too.

 

[HornyDog2017]

Rolan and Kenda

Rolan looked up at the sound of a moan from his newly enslaved, former Valiant Dagala. Kenda was shackled: wrists together, ankles together, and ankles to a squarish, concrete block. She wore a simple full length shift.

"How do you feel, slave?" Rolan asked. He used the description to ensure Kenda understood her change in status. He stood and walked slowly toward the tent's flap entrance. He said in a casual tone, "I was waiting for you to awake so that I could remind you of what I said before. I get my way, or people get hurt."

Opening the flap, Rolan spoke a few words to someone out of sight. He picked up a stool, moved it close to Kenda, and sat upon it. Behind him, beyond the flap, there was a woman's crying and screaming. A moment later, two male warriors entered, restraining a naked woman who Kenda would surely recognize.

"I believe the two of you know one another, yes?" Rolan asked. "The word my sister uses is Valiants, yes?"

The archer's name was Reeta. She'd gotten trapped on this side of the battle.
She'd done a great job of hiding, avoiding capture for almost 10 hours. But the dogs and their handlers had finally arrived at the river. It only took minutes to discover where she'd buried herself under a few inches of dirt and leaves.

Rolan didn't know whether or not Kenda would now plead for Reeta's safety. He didn't care. She could lay or sit there in silence. She could rant and rave in anger. She could plead and beg and make promises. He didn't care. "The guard you stabbed earlier. She's dead. She bled out, right here, while you had your little nap."

He gestured to a dark spot in the hide floor. The blood had been sopped up as much as possible. He mused, "I'm going to have to have this replaced."

Standing, Rolan crossed to where the two strong guards had trussed Reeta's arms to a pair of the poles supporting the tent. She dangled between the tent's wall and the central fire. Rolan took a minute to circle the Valiant. His fingers found her midsection, gliding over her belly, her side, the small of her back. His hand lowered to caress a muscular butt cheek, then playfully smack it.

"I don't think she liked that, Kenda," he said smiling. "Oh, well. Things to come. Things to come."

He nodded to a guard at the door flap. The man stepped outside. He returned with Oriel, the slave who'd been here for Helen's rape. She looked to Kenda with eyes already glazed over with tears. Rolan told her, "Do it."

"Please, master," the older slave begged. "Please don't make me--"

"You do it to her," Rolan said in a calm but threatening voice, "or I'll do it to her. Then you. Then Lady Kenda."

He gave the woman on the floor a look and a smile. He murmured with obvious distaste for the word, "Lady. Who does my sister think she is?"

As he was talking, Oriel moved to stand before Reeta. She had resigned herself to do as told. She'd carried in a small box, and now she set it down and opened it. She took out a small bottle of clear liquid.

"Wait," Rolan said. He reached out to move her a bit. "I want Lady Kenda to enjoy this as much as I will."

Oriel was hesitant. Rolan saw this and dealt with her by slapping Reeta's bare ass to hard that she screamed out in pain. He practically screamed at the older slave, "Do this!"

Oriel begged for mercy, for the bound woman, for herself, for Kenda. Rolan ignored her pleas and told her again, "Do this. It's late and I wish to sleep."

The slave looked to Kenda with tears running down her cheeks. She sobbed to her, then to Reeta, "Forgive me. Forgive me."

Oriel dabbed a rag with the fluid from the bottle. She wiped each of the Valiant's breasts, paying close attention to the nipples. They were greatly swollen from the chill and from the involuntary reaction to being touched. Oriel put the bottle and rag aside. From the box, she withdrew a long needle. Again, she begged forgiveness from Reeta.

Then, wanting to get this over quickly, Oriel pinched one of the Valiant's nipples tightly, pulled it outward, positioned the needle's tip, and jammed it through the sensitive flesh. Reeta screamed out in pain. Oriel sobbed again, begging Rolan to stop this. He only waggled a finger at her to continue.

Oriel went on. The needle was pulled through, leading one end of an open metal ring behind it. Once the ring was through Reeta's flesh, Oriel added a chain to it.
She used a tool to pinch the ring's ends closed. Again she pleaded to Rolan to no avail before repeating the procedure on the Valiant's second nipple. The chain was attached, connecting the two nipples via the length.

Oriel again pleaded for forgiveness from Reeta, then from Kenda. Rolan slapped the Valiant's ass again so hard she swung back and forth from her bindings. He warned Oriel, "Ask again, and I'll have these rings ripped out."

Then, he caressed a hand down into Reeta's crotch, finding her wetness. He told Oriel, "And then we can consider piercing something else."

Oriel begged Rolan for forgiveness this time. Then, with a rag wetted from a bowl, she cleaned up the blood dripping from the Valiant's wounds. She again cleaned Reeta's nipples with the liquid from the bottle before being told by her master, "Go get some sleep, slave. It's been a long day for you."

No sooner was Oriel gone from the tent then Rolan moved to behind Janis's archer, dropped his trousers, grasped and raised her hips, and raped her. And all the while he was looking at Kenda, telling her with authority, "Watch! Or I will invite one warrior after another in to continue the lesson you didn't learn the first time."

Rolan came with a satisfying grunt. He used the rag from the now bloody bowl of water to clean his cock. Then, dressed again, he moved to sit on the stool beside Kenda. In a soft tone, he asked, "Have we learned anything today?"

He had the guards take Reeta to a newly constructed cage for captives. He warned the guards, "She is not to be touched!"

Rolan had the two torches taken out. He extinguished most of the candles, stripped to his underwear, and slipped into his bed. He closed his eyes, telling Kenda, "Get some sleep. Tomorrow's going to be a long day."

 

[ToniTaylor]

Janis teaches Karns what a kiss is

"Kiss?" Karns asked with a tone and expression that surprised Janis in its sincerity. "What is kiss?"

She couldn't help but laugh. "Really? You don't know what a kiss is? With what you just did to me with your mouth, that shocks me."

It would never have occurred to me that the Barbarians would not know what kissing was. She'd always thought it was a universally practiced sexual activity. No matter where her travels as a warrior or as Geegen's periodic diplomatic representative, Janis had always found some couple making out -- man and woman, woman and woman, even man and man, which in the North was as accepted an activity as incest was in Barbaria.

"Come closer," she said, intertwining her fingers in his hair again and pulling him downward. Once he was close enough, she whispered, "Do what I do, how I do it. This is kissing."

Janis wet her lips with her tongue, indicated for Karns to do the same, then pressed her mouth softly to his. She withdrew, smiled, wet her lips again, and repeated. This time she pressed a bit harder, then allowed her lips to part just enough for the man to notice. After pulling back and then moving back a second time, Janis extended her tongue to touch Karns' lips -- once, twice, thrice, each time engaging their lips in a slightly more erotic fashion.

"Do you like it?" she asked in a whisper when their mouths parted again. "This is kissing."

 

[ToniTaylor]

Kenda, Rolan, and Reeta.

Kenda was shocked when she saw a naked Reeta being hauled in by two big warriors. She was even more horrified when she realized what was about to be done to her. She'd wasn't unaware of the procedure about to be perpetrated upon the Valiant's breasts, but -- because it was unique to Rolan's slaves -- she'd never seen a slave so chained, let alone watched the horrifically painful act performed.

"Please, Rolan," Kenda begged, sitting up. She corrected, "Please, Khanis. Don't do this. I'm sorry. I won't do anything like this again. Please!"

But her Valiant companion was chained and then raped. By the time Rolan was done with her, Reeta was dangling from her wrists, her legs no longer supporting her weight. He asked Kenda, "Have we learned anything today?"

"Yes, master," she said without hesitation. "I have learned. And I will not forget. Please, please don't hurt her anymore. I beg of you."

Reeta was hauled out of the tent, and Kenda's first thought was that she would be handed over to Rolan's warriors for their sexual amusement. But then he ordered, "She is not to be touched!"

"Thank you, master," Kenda whispered, her head down, her eyes on the shackles around her wrists. She didn't consciously realize it, but Rolan had broken her with this last act of brutality. Her own rape Kenda could have withstood, even with the likelihood that Rolan had seeded her womb. Watching the man rape his own cousin had been difficult and devastating, and yet Kenda had still maintained enough anger and drive to stab -- and kill, though that wasn't her aim -- one of the guards lording over her. But to see her fellow Valiant not only subjected to slavery but chained, then raped. Well, that had been enough to break the previously strong willed Valiant.

"Get some sleep," Rolan advised. "Tomorrow's going to be a long day."

"Yes, master," Kenda said softly.

She watched Rolan until he seemed to be asleep, then laid down on the hide floor. She had neither pad nor blanket, and the thin layer of cotton did nothing to conserve her heat. She only now realized -- as her stomach turned over -- that she hadn't eaten in more than 14 or more hours; she'd been given water by Oriel at one point and now -- ignoring what else was in it -- she was able to reach the bowl from which Reeta's bloody nipples had been cleaned to rehydrate her hurting body.

Kenda fell asleep finally, though, she didn't stay that way. She repeated awoke during the coming hours with chills.

 

[HornyDog2017]

Karns and Janis

Karns found himself immediately intrigued by this kiss or kissing thing. There was something so very intimate about it. Eating at a woman's pussy or ramming his cock in and out of it or having his cock in her mouth was pleasurable. This, this was something entirely different. And Karns liked it very much.

He followed Janis's lead, mirroring what she did with her own lips and tongue. And as he did, his lust welled. Karns shifted his knees and elbows for position. Then, slowly at first but then faster and faster, he stroked his cock in and out of her warm, wet, tight womanhood. She felt incredible, and he was soon moaning as he was stroking, both deeper and faster. Despite having a recently active sex life, it wasn't long before he grunted loudly to the pulsing of his cock.

Overwhelmed by the pleasure, Karns rolled to his side next to Janis. He'd grabbed an ass cheek to bring her with him, though. His cock remained mostly within her as he held their bodies tight together. As with Janis earlier, his heart pounded and his chest swelled with deeply drawn breaths. He looked into the North woman's eyes.

"You will stay with me?" he asked. "You will come to my village? Birth me a son, a daughter? A Northman child of Barbaria."

 

[ToniTaylor]

Karns and Janis -- the marriage proposal

Janis had very nearly orgasmed again as Karns was pummeling her pussy, and as happy as she was for him to achieve climax and enjoy the euphoria she herself had at the workings of his mouth between her legs, she was a bit disappointed when he slid off of her, apparent finished.

Then he shocked her with, "You will stay with me? You will come to my village? Birth me a son, a daughter? A Northman child of Barbaria."

She laughed aloud, wriggling out of his arms; his still somewhat hard cock pulled from her very wet hole with a rather comical suctioning sound. She sat over him looking down as she said, "Whoa again, stallion. We only just met today, and I have only been a widow for, what, three days? I've lost track, actually."

Janis knew how bad that sounded, telling the man who'd just fucked her -- who'd just filled her womb with his seed -- that she couldn't accurately remember how long ago her husband had died.

Then, she thought she saw something in his face that may have been triggered by the word widow. She looked away as she feared tearing up, blinked away the impending offenders, and looked back to Karns to explain, "My husband was recently killed. Very recently."

Janis moved closer, laying a hand upon his belly as he laid on his back to look up at her. If she had fully understood the nature of marital and sexual relations between the individuals of Barbaria and between the Tribes of the mountainous region, she might have explained that such things were much different in the land from which she'd come. But Janis wasn't entirely versed on what was rumor and what was truth regarding Karns people, so she didn't know what he would think, first, about the fact that she'd fucked him just three days after having been planning on fucking her husband, or what he would think about her telling him that this thing that had just happened between them had happened simply because she thought he was a magnificent looking man and so badly needed to get laid!

"Help me find my people," she said after a long moment, "and we will talk about me going to your village and birthing you a son. But Karns, I need to find my people. I am their leader, and without me they will be lost."

The moment she said this, Janis realized two things: first, she hadn't told Karns yet that she was the leader of the refugees from Khothona; second, she was thinking highly of herself to believe that those refugees would somehow fail to survive and then thrive without her there to lead them.

"Please, Karns," she said again. Then, smiling and caressing her hand to his glistening cock, grasping it, and stroking it back toward stiffness, Janis added, "I can do magnificent things to you, too, if you promise to help me."

Before he could answer, Janis moved to position her head over his groin and took his cock -- coated in her drying fluids -- into her mouth. She wasn't nearly as skilled at this as Karns' sisters were -- sisters, plural, she would later find out -- but she was still pretty damn good at it. Unless he chose to put his cock back inside her -- which would most definitely be nice for her, obviously -- Janis would do her best to drive him to orgasm and take his second offering of seed into her mouth and belly.

 

[HornyDog2017]

"Whoa again, stallion," Janis said as she pulled away from Karns. "We only just met today, and I have only been a widow for, what, three days? I've lost track, actually."

Karns rolled to his back and studied Janis. He didn't understand the word widow. He nearly asked about it, as he had fuck and kiss. But she was continuing, "My husband was recently killed. Very recently."

Again, confusion. Married? What did that mean? The tribes of Barbaria didn't have the institution of marriage. They didn't have the custom of bonding between males and females in any fashion. Most of the tribes of Barbaria were matriarchal and matrilineal. The eldest female member of the household was the Matriach of that family. She was the ruler, essentially, of any and all living under her roof.

Households could be comprised of a nuclear family, simply a mother and her children. Or they could be extended families, with a grandmother or even great-grandmother and all, most, or just some of her descendants. Either way, the Matriarch of any house owned all of the possessions of all of the family members living under her roof.

When she died, all of what she owned went to her heir. In contrast to the North, that heir wasn't the eldest member of her household. It was whomever she chose to follow her. Losing a Matriarch was hard for anyone, of course. But in a Barbaria home, it could be devastating to many of the members of her home.

If, for example, the Matriarch had chosen one of three daughters to be her heir, upon her death the other two daughters and all of their descendants had to leave the home and begin their own new household. And they left without any guarantee of taking any inheritance with them. If the heir chose to share the wealth, then so be it. If they didn't, life for the discarded relatives could be tough.

The males of the tribe lived apart from the women once they'd entered puberty. They lived in small huts that surrounded the Matriarch's hut, to provide protection for the females. One hut typically housed siblings, sometimes cousins or even uncles and nephews.

When they reached their 18th winter, they underwent a Coming of Age ceremony, celebrating the arrival of their manhood. They received a sigil in tattoo on their back representing their mother's maternal lineage. It was a large work of art, typically about the size of a man's skull. They also partook of sexual interaction for the first time. If a female, non-family member was available and willing, she would perform the service. If not, a female family member would have the honors. In Karns' case, his mother's sister had sucked his cock for his first orgasm without his own fingers wrapped about his shaft.

When it came for the expansion of the family, the Matriarchal Barbarian tribes partook of what was called a Village Walk. Any female of age (also 18 winters minimum) would walk to any other village, typically under escort by one or more male relatives. She would scour the village for the most suitable male breeder. This was usually a man who looked something like Karns: strong, powerful, healthy. She would take him to the Breeding Hut. And they would, using Janis's new word, fuck.

Sometimes they copulated just once. But the female had the cultural right to keep the man indoors from sunrise to sunrise if she wished. And, if she wished, she could insist on having intercourse with additional men during that same 24 hour period. This was done to ensure the female was impregnated, in case her first choice was putting out bad seed.

The children of a Village Walk were raised by the mothers, of course. The father or fathers (?) played no role in their direct upbringing. Instead, the men provided protection, education, and resources to their Matriarch's household and their village as a whole.

"Help me find my people," Janis continued as Karns was trying to figure out her meaning about marriage, "and we will talk about me going to your village and birthing you a son."

"Not son for me," he said. "Son for Matriarch. For village."

Janis had seen in Karns face confusion. Now he saw it in hers. But he didn't explain because she went on, "But Karns, I need to find my people. I am their leader, and without me they will be lost."

Karns smiled a bit wider, asking, "You are Matriarch of your people?"

Suddenly, he had confused visions of Janis. She was telling him she was a Matriarch, right? He still didn't understand the whole married, husband, and widowed thing. But forgetting all that, Karns was under the impression that Janis had never had children and, therefore, could not be a Matriarch.

Janis ignored his questions. She pushed on while beginning to fondle his cock back to stiffness, "Please, Karns, I can do magnificent things to you, too, if you promise to help me."

A moment later, she was sucking his cock. Karns watched for a moment, but then laid back and closed his eyes. As Janis began to adopt a pleasurable rhythm, Karns murmured, "I will help you find your people. I promise."

 

[ToniTaylor]

Karns and Janis

"Not son for me," Karns said. "Son for Matriarch. For village."

Janis didn't fully understand that anymore than Karns had understood much of what she'd said to him. Nor did she fully understand when he asked, "You are Matriarch of your people?"

She assumed he was asking her if she was her community's Dagala or Khanis, which of course she now called their Lady.

"Yes, I am my people's Matriarch," she told him, not understanding her error.

Then she was sucking his cock and listening to him tell her between deeply drawn breaths, "I will help you find your people. I promise."

Janis let his shaft slip from her mouth, and after she licked its sensitive underside from balls to knob, she smiled and said, "Thank you, Karns."

She performed orally on his for several more minutes, but this wasn't really doing anything for Janis herself. She moved up into Karns lap, put him back inside her, and rode him long an hard until, first, he'd cum and then, second and third, she had as well.

By then, she was exhausted and sweating from her head to her toes. She rolled off of him so that he could feed the fire, and then -- with her clothes over their torsos and his over their legs -- they fell asleep in each others arms.

 

[ToniTaylor]

At the river with Torva and the Valiants.

(OOC: For anyone following our story, we took the night-turns-into-morning portion of the last post for Rolan and Kedra out, so as to allow them to respond to this post.)


Well into the wee hours of the night, Torva and his warriors, archers, and Valiants had kept their positions up and down the river entirely in the dark and silent. Oh, Rolan knew they were there, of course, but no one on the south side was eager to let those on the north side know either exactly where they were or that their numbers were so low.

Finally, after waiting for the morning winds to begin picking up, Janis's Valiants sparked a flame to an urn of oil and began using a hastily made, super bow -- something some cultures called a crossbow, a gastraphetes, or a ballista, depending upon its size and deployable ammunition. The range of the weapon was far more than enough to start dropping burning missiles all about and even beyond Rolan's camp opposite their side of the former ferry landing.

The warriors on the northside hurried around, trying to put out the fires before they got loose in the tall grasses. They succeeded at first, with more and more troops joining the fire fighting effort. The Valiants shifted the direction and distance of their shots to keep Rolan's men rushing around like chickens with their heads cut off.

At the same time, more than a mile upstream, a half dozen Valiants and warrior archers were swimming a curved portion of the river where the moon's glow was blocked by tall trees on their bank. They reached the north side of the water and -- fading into the tall grass -- began firing their missiles at the troops who were still working on the rafts by torch light.

The archers caused panic and them mayhem amongst the warriors for a couple of minutes, but as soon as a Dagala got his men organized and surging forward, Torva and Janis's people hurried back for the water and disappeared into the shadows once more. In all, the good guys suffered one death and an injury that would take a life by the morning, while Rolan's forces suffered 12 dead -- of by tomorrow dead -- and 8 more serious casualties.

A horn from upstream told those downstream that the attack was finished, and the brazier set the superbow's missiles alight was extinguished. Looking across the water, two fires were out of control and engulfed at least six tents and several of the carts of supplies that had only arrived after dark.

 

[HornyDog2017]

Rolan's camp, with Kenda

Rolan had always been a light sleeper, especially in the field. He heard the mayhem outside as it was only just beginning. He was up and slipping into his boots before the Night Watch Dagala was calling him from beyond the tent flap.

"Enter!" he called. He pulled his sword from its scabbard and met the man at the door. "What is it?"

The man began his report of the fiery arrow attack. Suddenly, one of the missiles penetrated the tent's roof. It stuck into his bed, inches from where he'd been sleeping. The fire spread rapidly amongst the bedding.

"Clear my tent!" Rolan commanded the Dagala. He himself hurried toward Kenda. "Arms and armor, papers, maps! Get it all."

He used the key on a chain around his neck to free Kenda's hands and ankles. Then, grasping her head violently in both hands, he asked her, "What happens if you try to escape?"

Rolan listened to her answer. Then, he lifted her to her feet and literally tossed her over his shoulder. With haste, he escaped the burning tent. The Dagala had called for other men and they were entering. But by now, almost everything inside was a loss.

Rolan carried Kenda away with strength. But fires were expanding in all directions. A Dagala had been thinking ahead. He rode up on one horse, leading another. He dismounted quickly to help Rolan mount and pull up Kenda. The Dagala was about to mount up again when a burning missile entered his body. It penetrated between his clavicle and his scapula. It didn't stop until it was sticking out his groin.

Rolan spurred the horse into action. He had no idea where he was going. He didn't know the extent of the ambush. He simply headed north, back the way he'd come the day before. He wouldn't stop until his was atop a hillock from which he could see the fires and mayhem. Only now did Rolan realize that he'd put Kenda's safety ahead of his force's. Only now did he realize he'd put having his cock inside her again ahead of capturing his sister and her rebels.

"We'll wait here," he said. "Someone will be along soon to update me with how the fuck this happened."

 

[ToniTaylor]

Rolan and Kenda

Kenda was already more awake than not when Rolan called out, "Enter!"

The next few minutes were frightening. Kenda was a skilled Valiant, an archer whose bow had killed dozens, despite her youth. She'd stood firm as mounted warriors attempted to ride her down and had remained on the walls of the town firing at charging infantry while that enemy's archers drop missile after missile into the fighters surrounding her.

But Kenda had a weakness, a fear, and that was of fire. She'd seen her mother burned alive when their hut caught fire, and she'd seen her sister -- also a Valiant -- doused by hot oil that was then set ablaze during a siege. She was already screaming for Rolan to help her before he himself had turned to unlock her and whisk her off to safety.

She clutched the back of his belt as he hurried her away from the burning tent, and after they were on the horse -- with her siding crossways in his lap -- she clung to him as if a little girl on her first horsey ride and afraid of falling off. When they got to the hillock and Rolan stopped and turned the horse around, she couldn't bring herself to look back at the burning camp. Instead, she just continued to hug Rolan's torso, her head pressed into his chest.

"I'm cold, Master," she said as she realized she was trembling. She pressed in tighter, begging, "Please, please, keep me warm, Khanis."

 

[HornyDog2017]

Rolan and Kenda

"I'm cold, Master,"

Rolan pulled the Valiant tighter to him. Neither of them were wearing any outer wear. As the adrenaline wore off, he would find himself trembling, too.

Tightening her grip on his rib cage, Kenda begged, "Please, please, keep me warm, Khanis."

"I will," he said simply. Between him and the flames, Rolan saw movement. He reassured Kenda, "Help is coming. Warmth is coming."

A couple of minutes passed as the figures neared and became more obvious. Rolan might have worried that the men coming were not his own. But it had been reported that Janis and Torva had no horses. They had mules, and those that had not crossed the river had drowned in it or been caught before crossing it.

"Khanis!" the lead rider called out as he pulled his galloping horse to a stop. "You are safe?"

"Give me your cloak," Rolan ordered. One of the warrior dismounted and approached to steady Rolan's excited horse. The Khanis said about Kenda, "Help her down, wrap her up. Keep her warm."

"Yes, Khanis."

Rolan looked around for cover as the men tended to Kenda. He pointed to a small patch of trees. "There! Take her there, build a fire, and protect her with your lives. With your lives!"

The men acknowledged their orders. The biggest of them easily scooped Kenda into his arms and started for the trees. Rolan watched after them a moment. He then looked to the Dagala who had just ridden up. He pointed toward Kenda, saying, "She is the Dagala of the traitorous Janis's archer's company. She is the closest thing we have to a bargaining chip with my sister. Do you understand her worth?"

"Yes, Khanis!" the officer said.

"I'm returning to the river," Rolan told him. He took another look in Kenda's direction. She was a valuable hostage. But that wasn't why he wanted her protected. He had no intentions of trading her to Janis. Rolan was going to fully break this woman first. He was going to turn her into a loyal servant. Then he would send her back to Janis, with instructions to cut his sister's throat. To the Dagala, he stressed, "She dies, you die. Understand?"

"Yes, Khanis!"

 

[HornyDog2017]

Torva and Rolan at the river; burn, baby, burn

There was an hour until the eastern skies began to redden. Torva knew this was the time when Rolan would send his troops down the river. He had been looking upstream off and on since the fire assault had ended. Finally, the signal came. A flaming arrow shot up into the sky. This one had been notched to cause its shaft to vibrate. The result was a high pitched whistle. It sounded loudly until it reached its maximum height. Then, as it descended, it whistled yet again.

It didn't mean anything specific to Rolan. It was obviously a signal. But for what? He was at his partially burned camp once more. Across the river, he saw nothing to be concerned with. And he didn't expect there to be anything to be concerned with. He vastly outnumbered the army now led by the traitorous Dagala, Torva.

Up the river, though, some of his men had a suspicion of just what the signal was. More than 100 men had quietly crossed the river over the past handful of hours. They'd been waiting for the entire company to cross before moving down the bank. Now, though, they knew they'd been discovered.

"Go, go!" the Dagala in charge ordered quietly. "Pass the word, go!"

The company quickly spread out between the bank to their right and a small ridge to their left. Once positioned, they began a quick march. The Dagala was sure that even with discovery, they outnumbered their foe. He glanced to his left, to the east. The red and orange of morning had arrived. He was perplexed with how quickly and seemingly early sunrise had come. But he simply assumed he'd lost track of time. It had been a busy day, after all.

But then a man called out in panic, "Dagala! Fire!"

The officer looked to what he thought was sunrise. He saw instead flames rising up from the ridge. He turned to his left and looked to the northeast and south. The flames were rising along the ridge for more than 3/4 of a mile.

"Fire! Fire!" men were calling out. The organized line of warriors and archers began to fall apart.

The Dagala began to panic as well when he realized that they were trapped. The flames were approaching through the tall grass from the north and east. The swiftest portion of the river was behind them to the southwest. And the enemy, to which the current would drive anyone in the water, was to the south.

Before he could get an order passed, the entirety of his force was rushing past him for the water. After they had all passed, he, too, fled.

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Down the river, Torva watched as the magnificent and frightening conflagration expanded. He looked to his assembled force and called out, "Captains, on me."

The male leaders of his company and the female standing in for the missing Kenda all came to him. "Archers, Valiants. On the bank. Any man in the water, kill him. Warriors. Half of you on the bank downstream, half of you head up the trail. If anyone gets to shore downstream or braves the flames and emerges behind us, kill them. No mercy!"

One of the warriors called out, ""In the name of our Lady Janis!"

Torva looked to the man with surprise. For nearly all of these men, Janis had only been their leader for better than a single day. He held his sword out before him, as they had before. "In the name of our Lady Janis!"

The warriors mirrored the action with their swords. The archers did the same with their bows. A bit awkwardly, they all called out, "In the name of our Lady Janis!"

They dispersed to their positions. Torva walked closer to the bank. He stayed back enough to see all the action. After just a couple of minutes, the sound of arrows being loosed filled his ears. Men in the water screamed. Some called for mercy. They didn't receive it. Torva looked left at an unexpected scream. In the distance, he could see a man running from the flames. He was afire. He fell and died in agony.

Soon, there was the sound of swords hitting armor, skulls, and limbs. More screams filled the night. The massacre continued for almost thirty minutes. Some of Rolan's men had tried to hold onto tree roots and logs along the bank. They didn't all come to Torva's killers at the same time. But when the flames reached the bank, they released their holds. Most men would prefer to be killed quickly than to burn to death.

The light of the fire and the now rising sun allowed Torva to see Rolan's forces on the other side of the river. And then he saw Rolan himself. The man stood on the river bank watching the massacre. He seemed to make eye contact with the now intentionally exposed Torva. He called across the river, "Torva, yes?"

Torva hesitated, then raised his hand to indicate it was indeed him. Rolan called, "I do not know who you think you are fighting for."

Torva watched Rolan gesture to men who were out of sight to the rear. A moment later, two warriors appeared. They dragged a struggling, naked woman. She looked very much like Janis. But her face was beaten to a pulp. Whip slashes decorated her body from her breasts to her thighs. Torva didn't want to believe Rolan had captured his sister. But Torva had gone down river. He knew it was just as likely that Janis had come ashore on the north bank.

The warriors took the woman to the water's edge and forced her to her knees, holding her arms out to her sides. Rolan had been following them with his sword out. He lifted it high and brought it down. The woman's arm was severed cleanly at the elbow. Her scream crossed the water, causing Torva's heart to tighten.

Rolan lifted his sword and hacked off her other arm. She teetered, nearly falling. A warrior balanced her haunches on her legs. With a third swing, Rolan took her head off. It hit the ground and rolled down the pebble rock bank, entering the water.

Rolan called, "I don't know who you think you are fighting for, but it is no longer my sister."

Torva watched as the men through the severed limbs into the river. They took her by the feet and drug the body to the water as well. Rolan called, "There will be no warrior's funeral pyre for this traitor. Unless you want to swim out here and get her."

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On his side of the river, Rolan watched as the Valiant Reeta's body entered the water. It had been a shame to waste such a beautiful woman. But she'd been the only woman in camp even close to Janis's appearance. He'd thought it a bit unfair to torture her. After all, he'd already raped her and had her tits chained. But he wanted Torva to hear her screams across the water.

Rolan wasn't entirely certain Torva would believe the chopped up woman was Janis. But, it didn't matter much. If Torva didn't believe that Reeta was Janis, it was probably because he already knew she'd drowned in the river. Rolan called his Dagalas together.

"Build a pyre," he began his orders. "Give the men their burial. Pack the valuables and burn the rest. Leave nothing for the renegades to use if they come back across the river."

"What of our dead on the other bank?" a Dagala asked.

Rolan looked to the fire still spreading westward along the shore. He told the man, "Go get'em if you want."

He looked to the far bank again. The fire was threatening Torva's position. He and his forces were quickly disappearing into the rocks. The fire would not bother them there, except for the heavy smoke. Torva and his people were gone. Rolan was done chasing them. For now.

 

[HornyDog2017]

Karns and Janis

The fire had long gone out. Karns only warmth was the female body in his arms. He stirred to look about the landscape spread out before their cliff bedroom. He couldn't remember the last time he'd awoken to such wonder and joy.

He slid an arm around Janis's body and pressed his cock up between her ass cheeks. She stirred, too, and opened her eyes. He turned her head and kissed her on the lips. When their mouths parted, he reminded her of something she had subsequently explained. "To Karns' heart content."

If she did nothing to stop her, Karns would lift her leg over his to open her some, then fuck her once again.

 

[ToniTaylor]

Kenda

Kenda found herself sitting in a clump of trees, surrounded by warriors and a single Captain -- Dagala, Rolan was still calling them -- while one of the men collected firewood and one used a flint and stone to fire up some tinder. Within minutes, she was scooting over closer to the fire to warm herself up. It was ironic how she could yearn for a warming fire like this and get so close as to see the hairs of the fur someone had wrapped around her singing, and yet the fire in Rolan's tent had sent her into an absolute panic for her life.

"Where is Khanis Rolan?" she asked the men several times over the next hour or so, always getting a variation of the same response: he was out fighting the renegade slime of which she had previously been a member.

Finally, Kenda found herself drifting off, still sitting upright in front of the fire. She would eventually lay down and fall asleep, not to wake until Rolan himself appeared to rouse her.

 

[ToniTaylor]

Karns and Janis

Janis had slept well, despite the sleeping arrangements. The feel of Karns holding her after having driven her to three or four or five climaxes -- she wasn't even sure -- had so relaxed her that Janis could, for now at least, forget the rest of the shit happening in her life.

When she awoke and felt Karns caressing her and moving his morning wood about her ass, she chuckled and asked, "What, you didn't get enough last night?"

She turned her head back and they kissed, and then he was in her, gripping her hips while she wrapped a leg over and around his own. He felt so good, pounding into her from behind; Janis moaned, then whimpered, then as he once again drove her to orgasm, cried out in joy before simply laying there in his arms to ride out the state of euphoria into which Karns had so skillfully driven her.

Eventually, he stood and wandered off to fetch water in a bladder bag he'd been carrying. Janis stirred the fire back to life, and after they'd carefully warmed the water to a comfortable level, they cleaned each other's bodies of the sweat and other fluids their encounter had left on or in them. Of course, with the bladder bag high enough over the flames so as not to burn and break, it took a while for the water to warm up, so Janis used the time to ride the Barbarian's cock one last time before they cleaned up, dressed, and broke camp.

Again, they were traveling mostly upwards and forever changing directions with what was not a trail in any fashion to Janis but certainly one to Karns. She marveled at how he knew exactly where he was going without pausing even a second or two to look for signs of where he was.

They stopped occasionally to drink from a spring or eat some of the venison that had dried over the coals during the night and been harvested and bagged by the Barbarian. And each time, Janis surveyed her surroundings, trying to imagine where she was in comparison to Khotkona or the community of people who'd fled it. She frequently asked herself the same questions: had they made it, and will I see them again?

 

[ToniTaylor]

Naoma, and introducing Valla

By midmorning, Naoma was exhausted, as were most of the members of the train. But they continued onward up the trail, distancing themselves from their pursuers. It was only when the Captain leading them received word that Khanis Rolan's troops had turned back for Khotkona that he finally stopped them and told them to make camp for the day.

Naoma had been repeatedly asking about Torva's status, and now finally she was told he was alive and well and catching up. With that news she was able to finally use her brain for other things than worry; she'd earlier taken notice of some children who had no parents and had taken it upon herself to care for them the best way she could. Two of them had been the children of warriors who'd died in the fighting of the past day; two more had lost parents during the trek, one to a sickness she'd already been suffering and another one to a fall on the trail that had broken her neck; and still three more had been orphaned street urchins who'd come with Janis entirely of their own doing.

She ensure that they all ate and rehydrated, then strung a tarp between some trees to protect them from a threatening rain and laid down with many of them for a badly needed nap.

Valla had lain down for a nap as well, and sometime after midday had passed, rose from the bed her slave had made to change into one of the three dresses she'd packed for the flight from Khotkona. She'd been thinking ahead in her own way when now-Lady Janis had told her group of renegades to pack up what they thought they would need, more than simply want.

Valla was no slave or Commoner but was a noblewoman, the daughter of well liked, well-to-do merchant who Geegen had lifted to nobility after he'd done what any man or woman seeking such appointment did: he bribed his Khanis. Valla could have remained in Khotkona and had a very nice, very comfortable life.

But like Janis, she had been concerned with how brutal and violent Geegen and his inner circle had become in recent years. If she had had the opportunity to cut the now dead Khanis's throat and get away with it, Valla would have done so. And she had had the access to him, seeing how she'd been sleeping with him off and on for the past many months. And while she hadn't told Geegen's daughter this for obvious reasons, she was carrying the Khanis's child in her womb.

There were two people on the trek toward Barbaria who knew of her pregnancy, though: her slave girl, Becca, and the seemingly current leader of the community, General Torva. Torva had been in the Khanis's tent the night Valla had told him that she was carrying his child. Geegen was thrilled and joyous, and -- despite there being a dozen other in the tent at the time, he whipped out his cock, pulled up Valla's dress, and filled her with his seed again, telling the others afterward with belly laughs, "Just in case!"

Valla wandered the camp, followed by Becca, and eventually found he for whom she'd been searching. She stepped up between Torva and the sun, her body in silhouette and he awoke from his own nap at her arrival. She said without mincing words, "Lady Janis is gone, General Torva. Forever or for this day, we cannot know. But in the meantime, this community needs leadership, and I am willing to provide that leadership."

She moved out of the sun and to his side to allow him to see her better. She found a clean patch of grassy ground next to him and sat with her bend legs to one side and her weight supported by an arm with a locked elbow on the other. She continued, "I am the highest ranking member of this community in social stature. My father was a noble, I am a noble, and I have the support of the people."

Valla wasn't blowing hot wind as she stated this. She was both well known and well respected within Janis's runaway community, partially because of her benevolent nature, partly because most people assumed she'd brought gold and silver with her that she would use to pay people for their labor, and partly because she was a beautiful woman with class and good breeding.

"You need me, General Torva," Valla stressed, "to keep these people together, to help organized them into a community, rather than a rabble. Without me, to be honest, I don't see us -- you, me, them -- surviving this misadventure through the months leading up to the winter, let alone through the winter itself."

Valla reached a hand up, and Becca helped her back to her feet and quickly brushed the grass and dirt off her dress. Valla waved her back, then told Torva, 'Think about it, and I believe you will come to understand that I am correct."

 

[HornyDog2017]

Rolan, Kenda, and the river defeat and retreat

Rolan turned his mount upon reaching the hillock on which he'd last seen Kenda. Before him to the south, two funeral pyres burned, sending thick, grey-black smoke into the air. The previous night had been a disaster. He'd lost most of a cavalry unit of 60 in the initial attack. He'd lost another 60 or so in the daylight fight after that. After night had fallen he'd lost most of the 40 man crew building the raft. Before that there'd been the 6 or 8 or however many caught on the first, smaller raft.

And then there'd been the fires. Half of his camp and 10 more men had been killed by the super-bow. Most of a company, over 100 men, had been killed on the far side of the river by the flames and their subsequent attack along the bank.

In total, Rolan had suffered over 400 casualties, dead and injured. And what had he gained? He contemplated that thought for a moment. Then he looked to the little camp in the trees where his captured Valiant Kenda slept on the ground. Now near her slept his deflowered cousin Helen as well. Rolan had lost 400 men in exchange for emptying his cock in two beautiful young women.

Oh, wait, three. There had been Reeta, as well. That had been a shame, hacking up such a vibrant, fit, beautiful woman. But it had been worth it. Rolan wanted to believe that Torva's mind was consumed with thoughts of whether or not he'd seen his Lady Janis hacked into four pieces and thrown into the river. No warrior's funeral for her. Just crawfish and raccoons.

"Wake up, Kenda," Rolan whispered softly when he dismounted near her. She stirred and opened her eyes. He smiled. Then, he grabbed her by the arm so tightly that she cried out in pain. He pulled her to her feet. "I have something to show you."

He dragged her toward the hillock. He sometimes had to hold her weight as her legs failed below her. They reached a point where they could see the pyres. He threw her to her knees and pointed. "Those two are my men, dead and traveling to the Great Fire in the Sky."

Rolan wasn't satisfied with how much attention Kenda was showing the pyres. He dropped to his knees beside her and grabbed a handful of hair. He turned her face to the not so distant south and pointed. There were still spot fires to the east of the former ferry landing. Right behind the landing, though, was a third pyre. It was the biggest of all.

"That one, on the other side of the river," Rolan went on as she cried from him pulling her hair, "Your Lady's man, Torva, he built that one. He is sending the brave men lost to the Great Fire. But they are mostly my men!"

Rolan shoved Kenda to the ground and pulled up her shift. She knew what was coming. He could tell in her body language, words, and cries. He unbuckled and dropped his trousers. He forced himself between the folds that were swollen from the previous night's rape, telling her, "Your Lady Janis is at fault for this."

Thrusting hard and waiting for her cry to subside, Rolan told Kenda, "You can thank your Lady Janis for this."

He raped her hard and fast until he exploded and again filled her with his seed. He sat back, his buttocks on his legs. He held her ass to his belly and groin, remaining inside her. Once the euphoria was gone, he pushed her off him. Another minute passed before he stood and put his belts back together.

"The next time you see your Lady Janis," he growled as he turned away, "you can thank her for this."

 

[HornyDog2017]

Karns and Janis

Janis said as she realized Karns wanted in her again, "What, you didn't get enough last night?"

He pulled her close to him, finding her wetness with the head of his cock. Again he repeated without a full understanding, "Hearts content."

He fucked her from behind until he grunted loudly at the pulsing of his cock within her. He could have stayed her just like this all morning. One arm was under her neck. That hand turned her head so that he could enjoy this new thing called kissing. The other arm's hand caressed and groped her wonderfully firm breasts. Fingers pinched nipples, which he'd found Janis enjoyed.

But they needed to get going. He collected and warmed some water. They cleansed their sex-smelling bodies. And they were off. They didn't speak much on the trail. It was often steep and treacherous terrain. There wasn't much air in their lungs for conversation.

They finally reached what was most definitely a trail. They had reached the closest thing to a plateau as you would find in the Mountains of Barbaria. The trail went off in both directions. And there were hoof prints of horses with metal shoes.

"Home," Karns said, pointing to the west. He gestured her to follow. He smiled, telling her, "One day. More if want stop and fuck more."

He was leading Janis away from the people he'd said he would take her to.

 

[ToniTaylor]

Karns and Janis

Janis was again enjoying the view of Karns' body as he negotiated the rough terrain. She had a bit of difficulty with the climb at times; he'd pummeled her pussy a bit more than her husband had in years, and she was feeling a bit of discomfort between her thighs.

They finally seemed to complete the hard portion of the trek when they reached a flatter than before section of the mountain. Janis turned and looked to the north, and she simply sighed in awe. She could see what seemed like forever. Janis had spent her entire life down on the plateau and plains of Khanaland, never once going to the mountains to the south or east.

The ocean wrapped around the continent to the west and north, and -- after conquests that had expanded Geegen's lands -- she'd seen most of them. Janis had loved the ocean. It was magnificent. From one rather modest peak on the coast, she could see where the waters of the Great Sea dropped over the edge of the world, to be turned into the rains by the Gods; after falling they would rush to the sea via the Great River and other lesser bodies of water, and the circle would be complete and repeat once more.

"Home," Karns said as Janis was enjoying a view she'd never imagined possible in her lifetime.

But he pointed away from where she'd been lost from her people. Janis pointed to the east, saying, "No, this way. My people are this way."

She could see in Karns' face that he was adamant that they head west. She stressed, "You promised!"

 

[ToniTaylor]

Rolan and Kenda

Kenda was becoming frustrated with what Rolan was doing to her, not because he was raping her but because he was quitting after he'd cum before she had done the same.

Rolan's saving Kenda from the fire last night had done some serious mental damage to the formerly strong willed Valiant. Her earlier hatred for him -- for having beaten and then raped her and then raping yet another two women in front of her -- had waned after he'd held her in his arms and promised to keep her warm. It should have taken so much more than that to break a warrior, even a female warrior, who many male warriors would never nor could ever fully appreciate for their contributions in matters of security and war.

And yet, as she'd been there on her hands and knees, feeling Rolan's cock thrusting hard and fast into her swollen, aching folds, the only thoughts in Kenda's mind were of wishing the two of them to enjoy this moment to the fullest. The two of them. Rolan had enjoyed it; that was obvious. His seed, mixed with her natural lubricants, were running down the inside of one of her thighs.

But Kenda herself had been left wanting for more. Wanting for more! From the man who's viciously raped not just her but his neice and one of Kenda's fellow Valiants as well, a woman who's nipples he'd had slave chained to further ensure her submission in the days, week, months, or years of slavery to come. (Kenda couldn't know, of course, that that measurement had come in hours instead. She couldn't know that Reeta's body had followed Janis's down the Great River, in four parts.)

"The next time you see your Lady Janis," Rolan growled as he dressed again, "you can thank her for this."

"I will, Khasis," Kenda whimpered as she sat up from the ground. Seeing him wander away, leaving her there under the watch of a distantly standing Dagala, she clenched her teeth together, anger building for the lack of satisfaction from what she was going through. And, just as Rolan wanted, Kenda thought to herself, It is Janis's fault that I am treated this way.

She was on her way to becoming the weapon of which Rolan had saved her to become.

 

[HornyDog2017]

Torva, Valla, Becca, and Naoma

Torva had gotten an hours sleep down at the river before the battle. He'd gotten a second one while the pyre's were being built. He'd interrupted that speak a few words after many of the bodies had been moved to the flames. It was his responsibility to do so. After that, he'd gotten in two more hours before it was time to catch up with the train.

He checked in on the others, specifically Naoma, and found a warm, sunny spot in which to catch some real sleep. Instead, his portion of the Great Fire was interrupted by a silhouette, obviously that of a woman. Valla moved to sit beside him. She laid out her argument for playing a leading role in the new community. Her slave, Becca, stood nearby by, silent, with her head down.

"You need me, General Torva," Valla stressed, "to keep these people together, to help organized them into a community, rather than a rabble."

It was true, they needed leadership. Torva had already seen his share of arguments and even violence between the runaways of Khotkona. There had been a rape and two murders. And one family that had chosen not to go to Barbaria had been beaten and robbed.

"Without me, to be honest," Valla continued, "I don't see us -- you, me, them -- surviving this misadventure through the months leading up to the winter, let alone through the winter itself."

As she began to leave, Valla "Think about it, and I believe you will come to understand that I am correct."

Quickly, Torva said, "You would have to surrender ownership of your slave girl. All of your slaves, Valla."

Torva noted the expression and body language. He added, "It was an underlying premise of Janis's dream for this community, that each and everyone of us would be a free person."

 

[HornyDog2017]

Karns and Janis

Janis pointed to the east, saying, "No, this way. My people are this way."

Karns had never intended to take Janis east, of course. He'd intended for her to come to his village and produce babies. She was a strong woman, mentally and physically. She looked different, talked funny, and had strange ideas at times. But she would make a great Matriarch for a Barbaria Tribe.

She stressed, "You promised!"

He pointed west again, saying, "Home is this way. You come to Karns' home first."

He didn't wait for further conversation. Karns turned and hurried up the trail and into the woods.