"Welcome To Barbaria" (closed)

[HornyDog2017]

Rolan, Kenda, and Helen

Rolan returned to his horse, mounted, and called out, "Let's go home!"

All about him, his Dagalas barked out their own orders. Rolan looked back toward Kenda. He told the officer watching over her, "Get her into the cart with my cousin. See to it that they are comfortable."

And with that, Rolan led his army back to Khotkona.

 

[ToniTaylor]

Karns and Janis

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

And then he was gone, up the trail, leaving Janis standing there alone. She just stared after him as that wonderful body that had caused her such pleasure vanished into the woods. Janis stood there in silence for a good minute, thinking that Karns would double back when he realized she hadn't followed him.

But he didn't come back. And Janis just continued to stand there, looking to the trail Karns had climbed, looking to the trail in the other direction, and even looking out at the beauty of the land from which she'd come.

Finally, Janis turned and hurried off to the east, back toward her people.

 

[ToniTaylor]

Kenda and Helen

"Let's go home!"

Kenda heard Rolan call to his forces, and her stomach turned over anxiously. They were returning to Khotkona, the city from which she and the others Rolan called renegades, rebels, traitors, and more had only just fled. She didn't want to return there because she feared she would be mistreated, perhaps even beaten or raped -- again -- or savaged in other ways.

But looking over the front of the cart toward Rolan as he rode to the front of the train, she knew that her Khanis would protect her. He wouldn't let others mistreat her for having sided with Janis in this treachery against Geegen. Janis's treachery, she thought to herself.

There was conflict rising within Kenda, and she suddenly found herself leaning over the edge of the cart, dry heaving as she had had very little to eat since before boarding the ferry the day before. As she laid back into the cart again and wiped the filth from her lips and chin, she tried to reconcile what had happened to her while in Rolan's care.

He had bound her, beaten her, and raped her not once but twice! But it had been Janis's fault, right? That's what Rolan had told her. It was Janis who killed the Khanis. It was Janice and her minions who had killed a dozen Dagalas and another 50 or more nitlegi dalchaid warriors -- and even civilians -- during that night of the massacre. And now, Janis and Torva had killed 400 men who had only been trying to preserve the Khanaland in the name of the rightful Khanis, Rolan.

This was Janis's fault. And yet, she hadn't been the one striking Kenda across the face or forcing his cock into her womanhood. She teared up and began sobbing. She needed someone with whom she could talk this out, and unfortunately the only person in the cart with her presently was the new Khanis's cousin, Helen, who Rolan had raped of her virginity just minutes after he'd raped Kenda.

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The train continued onward for much of the day, eventually stopping at a small town built around a very productive well. The Dagala who had been put in charge of Kenda and Helen took the two of them into the home of the Noble who ruled this town in the name of the Khanis. For being a small village built around grain farming and swine herds, the home was rather large and lavishly appointed.

Kenda overheard the Dagala speaking with the Nobleman, who explained that Janis and her own train of people had come through on their flight from Khotkona. The man told the officer that the renegades had taken without payment food and stock animals, including a couple of pigs and a dozen chickens.

The Dagala was slowly walking around the foyer of the home looking at some of the decorations. He looked to Kenda and asked, "Is this true, Valiant? Did your murderous Lady steal from this man?"

The Dagala lifted a candlestick that was from the Temple of Khotkona. He showed it off as the denied proof of payment for the man's assistance, then asked Kenda, "Or did he willing help your Lady and take payment? Is he telling the truth, or is he a lying collaborator?"

Kenda studied the man a moment. She knew he'd taken payment for his goods, but she could save him from punishment by saying he'd been robbed and the candlestick wasn't from the Temple at all. But if she did that, Rolan would no longer protect her. And Kenda needed Rolan's protection.

"He's lying," she said softly. She drew a nervous breath and clarified, "We paid him well for--"

"Liar!" the man said, surging toward Kenda before being intercepted by a warrior.

Kenda pointed to a corner where a jewel encrusted staff had been poorly hidden behind a potted plant. "That! That was part of his payment, for a dozen goats."

 

[HornyDog2017]

Karns and Janis

Karns went up the trail on a few dozen yards before looking back. Janis wasn't following. He stopped, waited, then crouched down. He couldn't see her from here. But he knew he would hear the result of her decision.

It was to head east. He didn't follow. Not immediately, anyway. She'd made her decision not to stay with him. She'd made her decision to rejoin her people. It was a mistake, of course. Janis had absolutely no ideas of the dangers between her and her people.

Karns could let her go without him to protect her. He probably should let her go. But he wanted her in his tribe. He wanted her in his bed. He wanted her making lots of little babies who would grow up to be strong, brave warriors or beautiful, fertile mothers.

He stood again and headed back down the trail after her. He would stay back enough to prevent her from seeing or hearing him. These mountains were his home. To her, he would be a ghost.

 

[HornyDog2017]

Rolan and Kenda

Rolan set his Dagalas to work making the troops comfortable in the little village. Once done with that, he headed for the home of the Nobleman in which Kenda and Helen were to be made comfortable. He entered just in time to hear the conversation about whether or not the Nobleman had willingly aided Janis's flight from Khotkona.

"Is this true, Valiant?" the Dagala was asking Kenda. She had, of course, been with Rolan's sister and her band of renegades when they'd passed through this village. "Did your murderous Lady steal from this man? Or did he willing help your Lady and take payment? Is he telling the truth, or is he a lying collaborator?"

The Dagala held aloft the candlestick that even Rolan recognized as having been property of his father's town's Temple. Kenda responded, "He's lying. We paid him well for--"

The Nobleman called out, "Liar!"

Rolan moved up closer to Kenda as she continued pointed to a jewel encrusted staff hidden in a corner. "That! That was part of his payment, for a dozen goats."

The Nobleman surged threatening toward his accuser, "Liar! She is nothing more than a lying whore! I mean, look at her."

Kenda was still wearing only her shift and a cape that had been wrapped around her to keep her warm during the cart ride. Her hair was wild and her face smudged. She hadn't been properly bathed since just after she was raped. And even then, she'd been raped once more while hands and knees on the ground. She didn't at all look the part of an honored Valiant.

The Dagala and another of Rolan's warriors seized the man, holding him back. Rolan stepped up close to Kenda. He took her into his hands in a gentle, caring way. Softly, he said, "This man is a conspirator of Lady Janis. He is responsible for the death of hundreds of men. He is responsible for the death of some of your fellow Valiants. Your friends."

He could see Kenda's emotions building. Were they anger? Confusion? He returned to goal, telling her, "This man and Lady Janis are the reason for what has happened to you, Kenda. For what has happened to Helen. They should be punished. Janis should be punished. But right now, this man is standing before you, and he should be punished."

Rolan moved his mouth closer to her ear, whispering, "Kenda, you should punish this man for what he's done to you."

He waited to see how she would react.

 

[ToniTaylor]

Rolan, Kenda, and Helen

Kenda backed a step as the nobleman rushed her, only now realizing Rolan had appeared when she bumped into him. Without thinking, she moved in behind him and held his sides, pulling them together so he could protect her. Rolan began talking of how this man and Her Lady Janis -- he'd begun using the title he only knew from Kenda herself -- were responsible for not only the death of hundreds but for the way Rolan had had to treat her. He had to treat me this way she found herself thinking, [/i]because of Janis, because I had served her, because she'd caused this. My Khanis had to rape me. It was only right, and it was Janis's fault.[/i]

And as Rolan went on, Kenda's brain processed his words and the terrors of which she'd suffered, and it told her, And this man is responsible, too, and should be punished.

Rolan whispered sweetly to her, "Kenda, you should punish this man for what he's done to you."

She stared at the man, and anger began welling up inside her. This man had helped Janis. Janis had led her and the others astray. Janis hadn't told her what could happen to her for being part of Geegen's assassination and the execution of others and the battle at the river. Janis hadn't warned her that she was going to be raped. Janis had caused her to be raped. Janis had raped her! And this man had helped!

Kenda moved out suddenly from around Rolan, hurried the few steps from her master to the nobleman, reached out to grasp a dagger from the Dagala, and before anyone knew what was happening had sunk the blade deep into the man's chest. She pulled the dagger out, then sunk it again, this time into the man's neck, just above his clavicle. Blood sprayed out upon her and, to a lesser degree, onto the Dagala.

Kenda backed away a step and watched as the man -- his face filled with an expression of horror and pain -- slowly died in the arms of the two warriors. Then, casually, she turned to look at Rolan, looked down at the blood slowly dripping down her front, and asked, "My I bathe, Khanis?"

 

[ToniTaylor]

Torva, Valla, Becca, and Naoma

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

Valla looked to Becca, who again lowered her eyes in respect to her mistress. Valla knew of Janis's intention to free all persons of bondage, of course. But she had had no intention of following the new and now missing Lady's example set when she freed Naoma.

"It was an underlying premise of Janis's dream for this community," Torva continued, "that each and everyone of us would be a free person."

"I will not free my servants, General," Valla said, using a different, kinder word for Becca's status. She could see in Torva's reaction that that did not satisfy him, so she added, "Not yet. But I will. As soon as we have found our new home, as soon as we put down our roots once more, I will free my servants three months after that day."

She smiled to Torva, looking for some empathy. "Please, Torva. You cannot expect a woman like me to suddenly be expected to tend to her every need on her own. I have lived a spoiled life, I accept that. There are a great many things I do not know how to do. My husband, my parents. They never required me to learn the things we -- this community -- will need to know to survive in Barbaria."

Valla moved the two steps to the slave who was a mere two years younger than herself, gently pulling back a loose lock of hair from her eyes as she continued, "I think Becca would tell you that I have treated her fairly during her time of service, wouldn't you, Becca."

The slave quickly said, "Yes, Mistress, you have treated me very fairly."

Valla continued, "Would you be accepting of remaining in my service if I promised you your freedom very soon, once we are established?"

"Yes, Mistress," Becca said quickly in a meek voice.

Valla looked to Torva, smiled with obvious delight -- and perhaps victory -- and said with glee, "See? All good."

 

[HornyDog2017]

Rolan, Kendra, and Helen

Rolan tensed a bit as Kenda came out from behind him. He had expected her to dictate a punishment for the man, not execute one. And execute was the correct word. In two quick stabs, she punctured the man's heart and carotid. Blood to his brain likely ceased in an instance. He was dead before the warriors supporting him dropped him to the ground.

Kenda simply stepped backed, turned, and asked, "[May] I bathe, Khanis?"

Rolan just shook his head in amazement. Her hair, face, and neck were splashed with the Nobleman's blood. Her shift and cape were soaked thick with red. And she showed no signs of disgust at this. Rolan reminded himself that she was a Valiant. She'd likely killed many men in the past if her reputation was accurate.

"Come with me, Kenda," Rolan said, offering out a hand. She took it. To a horrified slave girl standing in corner trembling in fear, he asked, "Where are the bathing facilities?"

She hesitantly pointed a hand toward a nearby portal. Rolan told her, "Take us there."

The three of them headed away. Then Rolan looked about, asking, "Where is my cousin?"

 

[HornyDog2017]

Torva, Valla, Becca

Torva didn't trust Valla's promise to free Becca or her other slaves. Naoma had been released, as had many others. By that had been by Janis's orders. And Janis wasn't here.

Torva had a problem in that he wasn't officially the lead authority here. Yes, he was leader of the Company of warriors protecting the new community. And yes, it was very common for men of war to lead both the military and civilian portions of a community. In fact, it was almost a universal state of civilization. Torva had heard of distant towns, kingdoms, and empires in which civilians ruled and the military served them. But Khanaland had never been such a place.

Also, even if Torva had thought a member of the military should lead, Janis had been that person. She was a warrior as much as he was. And she'd been royalty as opposed to simply being nobility, like Valla. There were simply so many facets to the situation that it was impossible for him to decide what to do.

I should simply seize control, he told himself. As soon as he thought it, Torva dismissed it. Such a move was exactly why he'd helped Janis kill Geegen.

Valla spoke of her life. She was ill prepared to fend for herself. Torva smiled a bit at that. It was ironic that she'd feel that her upper class status was a defense for maintaining her slaves.

Valla spoke to Becca about remaining a slave. Becca supported her mistress. The noblewoman said with a smile, "See? All good."

Torva couldn't help but chuckle. Valla had all the right answers. Torva asked, "How many servants do you have?"

He waited for Valla's answer. He didn't need it, though. Torva already knew what his next words would be. "You will keep Becca only. You will free the others immediately. You will let them take what they need for basic survival. Blankets, clothes, and such. And three Crown Coppers each. Consider it severance."

Torva expected that to get a reaction. Severance was typically only paid to free people and only after years of service. "If you agree to all of this, I will let you maintain ownership of Becca for one month after we have, as you put it, put down roots, but only if she is treated with fairness and compassion. If she is abused in anyway, I will declare her a free person immediately and gift to her a third of your coinage and other valuables. Agreed?"

 

[ToniTaylor]

Valla, Torva, and Becca

Valla considered Torva's counter offer a moment, then gave him a respectful nod. "I agree, General."

She looked to her slave-for-the-time-being, whose eyes were again looking to the ground obediently. "Becca, you may go find Herbo and Rabil and tell them the good news. However, I might advise you to tell them after they have set up the tent and begun preparing dinner and my bath. So that you do not have to do it all yourself."

"Yes, mistress," Becca said with a soft tone before bowing to Valla, backing a step as was customary, and turning away to tend to her tasks.

Valla looked to Torva, letting her eyes travel up and down the man's body as he laid in the midday sun. "It is rumored that you have begun a relationship with Janis's now freed slave,Naoma."

She hesitated to see if Torva would respond, then continued, "I ask, because if you were interested in coming to my tent this evening for dinner and some of the finest wine you're going to find in our little runaway community..."

She let the sentence fade away without explicitly offering the invitation; it wasn't necessary as Torva surely understood. Then, looking him up and down once again, Valla added, "And if you needed a place to sleep tonight a bit more comfortable than under a tree, as you did the night we left Khotkona, my bed is quite comfortable. And invitingly warm."

With that, Valla nodded her head to Torva and turned to leave. If he responded, she would stop and listen; if he didn't, she would head for her yet-to-be-raised tent and tell Becca to cook her best and cook it for two. That second diner wasn't Becca, of course.

 

[ToniTaylor]

Kenda, Rolan, and Preeta; Helen, too, in a way.

"Come with me, Kenda," Rolan said when the former Valiant and now-slave asked if she could bathe. She was splashed and splattered with the blood of the now-dead Nobleman; licking her lips, she found his iron-rich life force upon them as well. Rolan asked one of the dead man's slaves, "Where are the bathing facilities?"

As the young woman led him and Kenda toward an adjacent room, Rolan asked, "Where is my cousin?"

The Dagala looked for the teen to no avail, then asked his Khanis's question of the warrior who was supposed to be watching her. The guard literally shrugged. The Company leader pulled his sword, threatening the junior man with the blade as he snapped, "Find her!"

One, then two, then three warriors dispersed to locate the missing relative to their ruler. The Dagala nodded to Rolan, saying, "She's certainly in the house somewhere, Khanis. We will bring her to you immediately."

What the officer couldn't know was that Helen -- upon having a moment in which she wasn't being watched closely -- had begged one of the Nobleman's servants to help her escape. The slave girl didn't think she could get Helen away without being detected, which would have meant her own life and possibly that of Helen as well.

But -- knowing that her master had favored Lady Janis -- the young woman had spirited Helen away to another room in which there was secret passage to a secret room. Oh, it wasn't much; after a small stash of dried, ready to eat foods and a pitcher of water that was refreshed daily, there was barely enough room for the four members of the Nobleman's family. But it was more than enough for Helen and the dead homeowner's two young children; his wife had been away at the time of the army's arrival and -- seeing them from afar -- had hid to wait out their stay.

The slave helping Rolan and Kenda showed them to a small bathing room. A fire was already hot under a large iron kettle; the house girl began mixing hot water and cold to produce a comfortable bath.

Kenda didn't hesitate to begin stripping off her clothes. A moment later, she stood naked before the slave and Rolan, even as the Dagala was standing in the doorway attempting to report to the latter. Would Rolan run him off, to preserve Kenda's modesty? She didn't care at this point.

"Let me, mistress," the slave girl said as she hurriedly brought a wetted rag over to wash away the excess of blood on Kenda's head, chest, and arms. Her tone and body language toward Kenda was that of a slave to a mistress, not a slave to one of her own status; the girl couldn't know that the bloodied woman was of bondage as well. "My name is Preeta, mistress. It is my duty and pleasure to serve you."

Preeta ran the warm rag over much of Kenda, so as to keep the bath water from becoming overly dirtied, then helped the former Valiant into the large, wooden tub. Kenda sunk fully under the water, ran her hands through her hair several times, then emerged once again to smooth back her now-darker hair, wipe her eyes, and find Rolan.

"Would you care to join me, master?" she said, offering a hand out toward Rolan.

 

[ToniTaylor]

Janis and Karns

Janis hurried along the trail heading eastward, having absolutely no idea where she was or which way to go to get back to her people. The terrain here was far more forgiving than that which she and Karns had been traveling for the past day or so. She found water in the form of falls and springs often, which -- for a girl from the semi-arid plains of Khanaland -- was impossible to resist, and she found herself stopping to drink or simply admire the wonder of so much water frequently.

Each time she stopped, she looked back to the trail along which she'd been hurrying. Janis had expected Karns to reappear any second, desperate to not just stay with her for protection but to once again enjoy the wonders found between her thighs. And yet she neither heard nor saw any signs of him, even after the three or four times she'd quickly diverted into the thick of the woods and hid, waiting to surprise him with an Aha! I knew you'd follow me.

By late afternoon, Janis was spent. She hadn't eaten much the day before and had had only a bit of the dried, cold venison this morning. She had no weapons for hunting -- hers had been lost in the river -- and she was too unfamiliar with most of the plant life here to simply start eating from the ground, vines, and trees.

She found a cliff wall populated by birds nesting in mud houses. Carefully, she scaled the face about 15 feet, finding some of the nests filled with newly laid eggs. As the parent birds dive bombed and screeched at her, Janis held tight with one hand and her toes lodge in small crevices while with the other hand she cracked eggs and poured them into her mouth. By the four one, the birds were simply becoming too threatening, though; it wasn't like they were going to peck her to death, but Janis did fear she might lose her hold and fall, doing serious damage.

She carefully leaped back down to the dirt path littered with gravel flaked off the cliff by the freeze-thaw-freeze of winter, and when she came back up to height her eyes widened at an unexpected sight. The woman -- who Janis would learned was named Mercia -- held a dagger casually and unthreateningly in her hand while a sword remained in the scabbard at her side.

But the four men who stood behind and to her sides each had their own weapon out toward Janis, and as Mercia signaled them with air blown through her upper teeth and bottom lip, they set upon Janis in an instant. There was no where to run, and she attempted to fight them off; she would find out that the one man she'd punched in the face had a broken nose and second one who'd mishandled his dagger had very nearly gotten a finger sliced off.

In the end -- unless and maybe even despite of getting help from a man who'd been following behind her -- Janis would very much find herself bound and gagged for transport to wherever Mercia and her men wished to take her.

 

[HornyDog2017]

Torva, Valla, Becca, and Naoma

Torva's eyes widened a bit at Valla's suggestion that he might sleep more comfortably tonight if he slept with her. She nodded, turned, and departed. Torva thought he should say something. She knew he was fucking Naoma. And yet she'd apparently invited him to fuck her as well.

He should say something. But what? Torva had very much enjoyed his night and morning of sex with Janis's former slave. It had been one of the most satisfying nights he'd had in years. And even before she'd left him that morning, he'd know he wanted more from her. But he wasn't committed to her. Nor was she to him.

Torva could spend the night with Valla and still have Naoma. Or, could he? He had to remember that Naoma hadn't come to him out of duty as a slave. She'd come to him as a free woman. If he fucked another free woman, would she ever sleep with him again? Somehow, Torva doubted it.

He laid back in the sun, pulled his hat over his eyes, and went to sleep. This was a dilemma best left for after he'd had more than an hour of sleep.

 

[HornyDog2017]

Karns, Janis, and Mercia

Karns had, of course, seen Mercia and her men before Janis had. And he'd been about to rush out and intercede. But he knew they weren't going to harm the North woman. They might very well cut him open and throw him over a cliff. But they weren't going to harm Janis. At least, not much.

Instead, Karns watched them truss her up. They took her along the trail she'd already been traveling. He was about to follow but didn't. He waited in place for many minutes. Then, as he'd expected, two of Mercia's men slowly emerged from the undergrowth. They'd been waiting to ambush anyone who might have been following their captive. Karns had expected it because he would have done the same as they had.

He waited another many minutes. He didn't follow them, at least not directly. He backtracked to another trail that went south into the forest. Then, after traveling it for several minutes, he cut east. It would take hours to catch them, unless they stopped for some reason. But Karns knew who they were and where they were going. He wouldn't lose them.

 

[HornyDog2017]

Rolan, Kenda, and Helen

The Dagala reassured Rolan regarding his cousin, Helen, "She's certainly in the house somewhere, Khanis. We will bring her to you immediately."

Rolan told the man in a casual, matter of fact tone, "I am going to take a bath. By the time I am finished, either my niece will be standing before me safe and sound, or you will be standing before me with the heads of the warriors who were supposed to be watching her under your arms. Do you understand?"

The Dagala looked horrified at the prospect. He nodded respectfully, saying, "It will be done, Khanis."

He spun and hurried away. Behind him, Kenda reached out a hand, asking, "Would you care to join me, master?"

Rolan gestured to the house slave. "Help me out of this."

She went to him and helped him with the buckles of his belts and the bound thongs of his boots. Soon, Rolan was as naked as Kenda was. His cock was swollen just enough to be called such. He didn't have sex on his mind at the moment. But nature had a way of causing such reactions when a naked man was before a naked woman. Rolan joined Kenda in the wooden tub.

"My cousin has disappeared," he told his new slave. In keeping with his mission of putting the blame for all bad things on Janis and then punishing Kenda for it, he told her, "Turn around. Put your backside to me. We need to discuss your Lady again, and how she inspires younger women to do wrong, again and again."

 

[ToniTaylor]

Kenda and Rolan

"My cousin has disappeared," Rolan began explaining.

Kenda knew before he continued that Rolan was about to punish her for his cousin's absence. Kenda, of course, had no blame for the younger woman's disappearance. But that really wasn't pertinent; Kenda had been Janis's Valiant Marshall -- Dagala -- and Janis had committed all the wrongs she had and Rolan had had to chase her down and he'd captured Kenda and had had to punish Helen by raping her and now his cousin was missing. So, it only made sense that Kenda had to be blamed.

She moved slowly away from her side of the tub and turned her back to him. Leaning forward, she grasped the edge of the thick, oil treated wood and parted her knees, making her womanhood more readily accessible to her master. She said without emotion, "I'm sorry, Khanis."

She was apologizing for all that had been done wrong to Rolan by all of the men and women who'd done those wrongs.

 

[ToniTaylor]

Janis and Mercia at the latter's village

Janis found herself gagged and bound at the wrists, with a rope tied around her neck as well. Her captors led her away, keeping their eyes on her and on the forest; they were wary of their surroundings, and Janis wondered if perhaps they were in enemy territory or feared their enemy might be in their own: one man had run out more than a hundred yards, and Janis only occasionally saw him when he waited to signal the others; the second man was perhaps a hundred feet ahead; the third held the rope circling Janis's throat; and the fourth man took up the rear.

The woman -- Janis would learn soon that her name was Mercia -- was behind Janis, maintaining a safe distance of 20 feet or so. Even though Janis had tried to ask who the group were before being gagged, as well as making inquiry sounds through the cloth cutting through her parted lips and wrapped about the back of her neck, the woman said nothing at all. The men occasionally talked to one another; they spoke an ancient language from which Common Tongue had evolved, so she was able to understand perhaps a quarter of what they were saying, sometimes only because of the apparent physical and surroundings context of the dialogue.

Finally, after more than two hours of quietly creeping through the forest, they passed between two more armed me flanking a deep gash in a cliff and, on the other side, Janis found herself staring at a village of perhaps 20 primitive looking huts surrounding a large wooden building. One by one, more than 40 men, women, and children emerged from the buildings or the surrounding forest. They stared at her as if she had three eyes; she was fairer skinned, taller, and thinner than most of the villagers, and -- despite being brunette -- her hair was noticeably lighter than the jet black hair of nearly everyone one of the community's villagers.

Mercia barked orders, and the four men stopped and immediately began disrobing. They shed their boots, the weapons, their clothes; suddenly Janis was surrounded by naked men. Janis watched in wonder at the strange event, unsure if she was about to be raped by the lot of them or some other strangeness about which she couldn't even fathom.

She looked behind her and found Mercia stripping as well. She shed her own boots, weapons, and outer layers, and as she was about to peel off her under layers, she called out an order to the men, then told Janis, "Take off your clothes. They must be burned."

Janis didn't react, other than to simply stare at the woman who very quickly was naked as the day she'd been born. Mercia was an incredibly beautiful woman, with firm, modestly sized breasts and a strong, fit hour glass shaped body. Janis realized very quickly that she had no issues with letting an entire village -- let alone a stranger -- see her in the nude.

"Remove your clothes!" Mercia ordered again after Janis's gag and other restraints were removed. She added, "Or I'll have them removed from you!"

Janis was slow to react, but looking around herself, she realized that no one really seemed particularly interested in the nudity taking place about them; there were five naked people all about her, and yet all of the eyes seemed to be on Janis. The four naked men padded off in bare feet to a little pond nearby and dove or leaped in; steam rising from the surface indicated that it was a hot spring.

Mercia looked in a couple of directions to find armed guards securing the area, then turned and walked toward, to, and finally into the hot spring. She walked in casually until she was at thigh level, then gracefully bent her knees and sprung herself forward into the water.

Janis, by this point, was standing all alone and, finally, naked. She looked about herself and found a man with a spear indicating for her to go to the water. She did, slowly, and followed Mercia's own movements. She looked back to her clothes in time to see a man dumping a liquid atop the pile, then set a torch to them; they exploded in red flames and thick, black smoke.

 

[ToniTaylor]

Naoma and Torva and the best way to bring on sleep

Naoma had ceased dealing with other's issues and decided to tend to one of her own, heading off through the small camp to find her lover, Torva. She found him speaking to Valla, with whom Naoma was all too familiar. She wasn't within ear shot, so she didn't hear the Noblewoman's suggestive offer. But Naoma knew how to read body language, and Valla's language said she wanted the General to spend some quality time in her bed between her parted thighs.

After the other woman had departed and Torva laid back in the sun for a badly needed rest, Naoma made her way over and laid down beside him. He lifted his hat from his eyes to look at her, and Naoma didn't hesitate to press her mouth to his for a long, erotic kiss. At the same time, her hand began working its way into his trousers.

"You need sleep, Torva," she purred between kisses, adding, "I remember how well you slept after I pleasured you our first night. Let me put you to sleep with my hand."

 

[HornyDog2017]

Rolan and Kenda

Rolan was quite happy that Kenda was so accepting of what was about to come. She had accepted that he'd been wronged. She had accepted that she was to blame, albeit indirectly or simply by association. And she had accepted that her punishment would once again be sexual in nature, though, not entirely defined as rape this time.

He was already hard by the time he took Kenda's hips into his hands and moved to his knees. He shifted to press the head of his cock at her folds. Then, without any hint at compassion, he rammed forward. Half of his length penetrated Kenda's pussy. The resistance of her tight muscles and movement away from him prevented him from sinking the full length of his cock into her. He waited for the woman to cease her dramatic reaction to the assault. Then, pulling back a bit, he rammed again. Pull back, ram, pull back, ram.

Rolan was sunk into Kendaas far as possible. She felt incredible. Warm, wet, tight. And trembling. He body buzzed deep down. Rolan leaned forward over Kenda's back. He reached one hand up between Kenda's smallish, firm tits while the other took a handful of her long blond hair. He pulled her head back, bending her back forward so fiercely that she cried out.

Then, as he began pumping his cock in and out of her, he began murmuring into her ear. He reminded her of all of the things his treacherous sister had done. He told Kenda that Janis had betrayed all those people by leading them into a dangerous wilderness in which they would all die. He told her that her Lady had betrayed her personally, allowing her to be captured to be punished.

"This is Janis's fault," he whispered as he pounded again and again at Kenda's pussy. "Janis is doing this to you. Janis. Your Lady."

Rolan began to think Kenda was enjoying this too much. He pulled harder on her hair, arching her even more. He wanted her to feel pleasure. He just didn't want her to feel ecstasy. But that didn't look to be a threat this night. Rolan groaned to his own climax. His left hand pulled even tighter at Kenda's hair while his right hand clutched a tit fiercely. Tomorrow she would have five distinct blue and black bruises around one boob.

Then, satisfied and spent, Rolan leaned back slowly and simply pushed Kenda off his still hard cock. He closed his eyes and simply reveled in the euphoric joy. After a moment, he opened his eyes. The slave girl was standing in the corner, looking to the floor, petrified.

"Hot water!" Rolan commanded the girl. Then he looked to Kenda. "Get out. Go find the cook and make me some food."

Just to impress upon her his desire to be alone in the bath, he began kicking his feet at her. "Get out!"

 

[HornyDog2017]

Karns, Janis, and Mercia

It took Karns half an hour longer than the others to reach Mercia's village. He knew where it was, that wasn't the issue. The issue was that it was well guarded by lookouts. Karns slipped through the perimeter without detection easily enough.

But once he got there, he took no actions. What could he do? He was alone, and Mercia's village had many warriors. It wasn't the largest of local villages. It was small, actually. But it had a reputation for fierce warriors and very skilled archers. If he was detected, he wouldn't flee more than a hundred yards before he was dead.

Instead, he found a place in the undergrowth and just watched as Janis bathed in the warm spring just 70 feet away and 10 feet below him.

 

[HornyDog2017]

Torva and Naoma

Torva flinched from his sleep at the feel of Naoma laying down beside him. He smiled, pleased at the sight of her. "I've been hearing you have been a big help to the others, Naoma. You should be proud of yourself."

Suddenly, her mouth was on his. Torva reached a hand around her body and pulled her tight against him. She felt good. His thoughts went back to the night they'd fucked. And yet, Torva thought of Valla, too. She was a beautiful woman, and Torva couldn't help but imagine her naked body against his, too.

"Hey," Torva said with surprise and a smile. Naoma's hand was working it way into his pants. A moment later she had control of his cock. It was rapidly hardening. He said with humor, "Nice to see you, too."

"You need sleep, Torva," she said as she began stroking his shaft. "I remember how well you slept after I pleasured you our first night. Let me put you to sleep with my hand."

He said nothing, for or against. Instead, Torva pulled Naoma harder to him and met her lips again. As the passion rose, so did the pleasure. It wasn't long before his cock leaped again and again. He groaned out in response, laying his head back as his head spun. Some time later, Naoma pulled her hand out of his pants.

"Lay with me," he whispered. "Don't leave. I have something I want to speak with you about. But right now, I need sleep."

 

[ToniTaylor]

Naoma, Torva

Naoma smiled as she felt Torva's cock pulsing in her hand. As she continued to stroke him, she began feeling the thick, warm goo on her finger and thumb. She whispered playfully, "I'll wash your clothes in the creek. Change out of them."

But instead of letting her escape, Torva said, "Lay with me. Don't leave. I have something I want to speak with you about. But right now, I need sleep."

Naoma pulled her hand from her lover's pants. Casually -- not meaning to be erotic in the least -- she liked Torva's cum off her digits. Her face grimaced at the taste; it was very salty with a bit of an after taste that -- when she sucked a man's cock for the first time -- had made her vomit. But it was an easy way to clean her fingers and not further soil either Torva's clothes or hers.

She pressed into his arms and easily drifted off to sleep.

 

[ToniTaylor]

Mercia, Janis, and Karns

After immersing herself in the pool warmed by a hot spring,
Mercia rolled over to her back to eye the newly captured woman; her generous bosom moved above and below the water level with her movements. At the pool's edge, a now very naked Janis was urged into the water by a Barbarian gesturing a spear at her. Unfamiliar with the spring and its bottom, she ventured forward carefully; the water slowly rose upon her body as she entered ever deeper depth of the spring.

"You are a Northerner," Mercia said in Janis's language; it was a statement, not a question. When Janis nodded, Mercia asked, "Why are you in Barbaria? You do not belong here. This is not your land."

"We were casted from our land by an evil ruler," Janis responded, having already been contemplating an answer to a question she knew was inevitably going to be asked. Her answer had an element of truth to it, but only an element. "I was leading my people across the Great River using a ferry when it was swept downstream, over a falls."

"You are alone?" Mercia asked.

Janis didn't hesitate to answer, "Yes. I'm alone."

Mercia, who had been casually treading water some fifteen feet away, was by now swimming slowly toward Janis, who was standing in water to her rib cage but with her knees bent to hide her bosom. As Mercia's toes touched the ground, she walked-treaded her way up to Janis; being of equal height, her own bosom rose out of the water.

"Stand tall," the woman from Barbaria demanded.

Janis did so, and she found herself bare bosom to bare bosom within reach of the woman who'd captured her while that woman eyed her tits conspicuously. Mercia lifted a hand up from below the water and took hold of one of hostage's breasts, causing Janis to flinch; she didn't withdraw, though, uncertain of what was happening as well as what would happen if she reacted negatively.

"You have not borne a child," Mercia said, groping the tit as if inspecting it for prior use as what it actually was.

"No, I haven't had children," Janis said.

Mercia pulled her hand back, then studied Janis's face for several seconds. "You are old. You should have had at least one child by now. Is there something wrong with you?"

Janis chuckled, then -- seeing Mercia's reaction -- said softly, "Sorry. I, I didn't mean to laugh. I just, well, I was married, but my husband was killed before we could have children."

Mercia just stared at Janis without speaking. The latter explained marriage in the briefest terms she could, which only caused the other woman's face to grimace in a combination of ignorance and disapproval of the relationship concept.

"Am I a slave?" Janis finally asked point blank. "Are you going to hold me in bondage?"

"We do not keep women as slaves," Mercia answered immediately. "Men, yes. Women, no."

Looking past Janis, Mercia caught sight of one of a man who looked nothing like a warrior but seemed more of a servant. He was approaching the pond with his hands filled with clothes. As she moved past Janis, she said, "Time to dress. We will talk after you dress, eat, and rest."

"And then you will let me leave, yes?" Janis asked, pressing the whole slavery issue. When Mercia looked back at her, Janis clarified, "You said you aren't going to hold me in bondage, so, that means I can leave. Yes?"

Mercia ignored her and continued to rise up out of the pool. The water washed downward over her firm, shapely, hourglass figure. She was magnificent, a warrior who was very much a woman at the same time. The man with the clothing quickly wrapped her in a long, soft gown, then ran his hands all over her body. A moment later, he removed the garment, taking with it most of the water that had been covering his mistress's body.

Mercia turned to face Janis as the man helped her dress. Janis noted that -- like she herself -- Mercia's body was shaved of hair any lower than her head. She wondered what that meant of the woman: was she Barbaria's version of a noblewoman or was she just a warrior or did all women of the mountains shave in this fashion?

Mercia began, "Do I have to send my men in to remove you from--"

"Coming!" Janis interrupted as she began slowly emerging from the hot spring. She mumbled to herself, "Impatient."

Once she was out of the water, the man tending to Mercia did the same for Janis; he dried her, then dressed her. The clothing was comprised of a knee long shift, a tunic of equal length, and a pair of sandals.

"May I have my boots back?" Janis asked.

"You're clothes have been burned," Mercia informed her. Pointing toward thick black smoke rising from a fire at the edge of the village, she told Janis, "Evil spirits come in things from the north. This is why we burn your clothes and wash you before you near our children."

She was, of course, speaking of northern diseases which could very easily wipe out a Barbaria population, which had less immunity to such viruses, bacteria, and other such microscopic dangers that Mercia thought of as evil incarnations. She pointed to the pool's edge again; the men who'd helped her capture Janis had finished washing as well. Emerging from the pool, they revealed their variously sized and shaped cocks without any concern that an unfamiliar female was now staring at them.

Janis couldn't help but think of Karns and his very skilled and able cock. Was he out there somewhere, watching out for her? Or had he been satisfied with his one day of fucking her and then left to return to his own village?

"Come," Mercia called as she began toward one of the small huts surrounding a large fire pit that currently had only smoke and no flames rising from it. She looked back to Janis, finding her still eying the naked men as they dried their bodies. When the new woman made eye contact with her finally, Mercia said, "You may chose either one of them. Or all of them."

"Choose them?" Janis asked, seriously ignorant of Mercia's meaning.

"For sex," the Barbarian female said, "or for breeding, if you are in your moon."

Janis laughed, saying quickly, "No, that's okay. One Barbarian was enough for--"

She stopped suddenly, realizing that she was about to speak about Karns after having told Mercia that she was alone in the mountains. But Janis had already said enough to alert her hostess. Mercia's face filled with a combination of suspicion and understanding. She barked out some loud orders in her own language, and suddenly warriors were arming themselves and hurrying out into the forest in all direction.

Two of the armed men grasped Janis by the arms and -- while she thrashed and cursed -- hauled her off toward the hut in which Mercia had planned on her resting. The village warrior told Janis, "You will stay inside until I come for you. Leave this hut, and you will be killed."

 

[ToniTaylor]

Kenda and Rolan

Rolan rammed his cock hard into Kenda, and while she'd been expecting him to be rough, she wasn't prepared for such a thrust. She cried out in pain at the intrusion upon her unprepared pussy; her entire body tensed as she grasped the tub's edge so tightly that some of her knuckles cracked.

As she tried to prepare herself, her rapist-master continued to pound deeper and deeper into her, and while he fucked her hard and fast, he whispered into her ear the circumstances that had led to this repeated abuse of her young body.

"This is Janis's fault," he whispered to her, "Janis is doing this to you. Janis. Your Lady."

"This is Janis's fault," Kenda repeated. "This is my Lady's doing."

Her mind was divided between two opposites: blaming her former leader for the abuse she was once again suffering and enjoying how good Rolan's cock was making her feel. And yet, even as she began to think that the rough treatment might just drive her to orgasm this time, Rolan came first, then simply shed her from his shaft and laid back to enjoy his own euphoria. Kenda grasped the tub's edge in desperation for satisfaction, looking back over her shoulder at Rolan who acted as though she was no longer there at all. Inconspicuously, she reached a hand down under the water and in between her thighs, finding her yearning pussy and the little nub of sensitive flesh.

But then, after telling the nearby slave girl to warm the bath with hot water, Rolan was suddenly kicking his feet at Kenda, telling her "Get out. Go find the cook and make me some food. Get out!"

Kenda hurried to exit the tub, finding a towel and wrapping it around her as she hurried away to the next room. By the time she got there, she was sobbing. She didn't entirely understand why, though. Later, when her emotions had settled better, Kenda would realize that it was because for the third time in less than a day, Rolan had found his joy inside her and she still was yet to enjoy that same ecstasy. It was frustrating. And it only made her more angry at the person who was responsible: Lady Janis.