|
The
Samur:
Chapter 2, Villain (MF oral Fdom nc) � 2010 Rhys.The.Mage Ch. 1 || Ch. 2 || Ch. 3 || Ch. 4 || Ch. 5 || Ch. 6 || Ch. 7 || Ch. 8 || Ch. 9 || Ch. 10|| Ch. 11|| Ch. 12 || Ch. 13 "I'm not the world's most physical guy, but when she gave me hug she nearly broke my spine" --The Kinks, Lola [1] Two days later, a little bit ahead of schedule, they docked in Vigen. No sooner had they docked than a group of armed men, and women, arrived on the pier. Jillian and Rhys were also topside for the arrival, along with most of the crew. However, even with the ship secured, there was no gang way, or brow, to let them go ashore. The Captain did not think the wait was unusual, and he sat calmly in the shade of the main mast while he waited and smoked some tabac. “How long do you think they will have us wait?” Jillian asked. “Could be all day,” said the Captain, “but probably no more than an hour. Like I told you, there is only a limited official presence in the city, and she is probably busy.” On his third bowl of tabac, a little more than an hour later, some additional people arrived on the pier and a brow was lowered, finally connecting the ship to the pier. A tall warrior in gleaming gold and silver decorated armor strode across the brow as soon as it was lowered. The Captain stood, then bowed as the warrior stepped onto the ship. “Welcome aboard the Tireless. I am Captain Neland.” The warrior surveyed topside, then moved nearer to the Captain. Just by looking at the size of the warrior, Jillian had expected a man, but as the helmet was removed she was startled to see the obvious features of a woman. And now that she realized it, her breastplate did appear to be covering, well, breasts. The woman, a strikingly good looking brunette, smiled at the Captain, her hands resting on her belt. “Hail to you Captain Neland. I am W. Ceedra.” Jillian noted the woman did not pronounce the Captain's name in the same way he had. She gestured toward the Captain's pipe. “May I?” He offered it up to her, and the woman took a deep pull on the pipe before returning it to him. She exhaled, a smile of satisfaction on her face. “I do hope you have brought more of the, what do you call it?” “Tabac, and yes.” She smiled again. “Good. Your men are familiar with our rules?” “They are.” “Excellent. Then I shall have a look around and then you are free to go.” She and the Captain exchanged nods, and then she was walking the deck, looking at the crew members and opening up any containers she could find. She stopped when she reached Rhys and Jillian. She looked at both of them, then addressed Jillian. “How long was your transit?” “Just under two weeks, W. Ceedra,” Jillian said, adding the honorific had heard the warrior use. The warrior nodded. “And you were the only woman on board?” Jillian nodded, and Ceedra grinned. “Tell me, was it tiring for you? Or satisfying?” Jillian was lost in the woman's logic. Then she seemed to realize what the woman was asking, or at least implying. “Both,” Jillian said. Ceedra laughed and slapped Jillian on the back. “Well said. Now, show me below decks so I can get off this rig.” Jillian led the warrior throughout the ship, and a half hour later the woman was satisfied there was no contraband on board. At the foot of the brow, she addressed the Captain. “Captain Neland, you are well come in the Samur. If any of your men,” she paused and winked at the First Mate, “desire to join up, we are taking volunteers just now.” The Captain nodded and passed her a small pouch. “Thank you W. Ceedra, here are our docking fees and some tabac.” “A bribe?” The Captain looked shocked. “Only a simple of gesture of friendship. You seemed to enjoy it and, well...” Ceedra howled in laughter. “Thank you my dear Captain. If you need to have your, ah, pipes cleaned, you know who to ask for.” She fixed her gaze on him, licked her lips rather obviously, then turned and strode across the brow, her retinue of guards following. As she left the area, the Captain released the breath he did not know he had been holding. “What was that all about?” Rhys asked. The Captain did not say anything, but the Mate spoke for him. “W. Ceedra has been trying to get a hold of the Captain for the last six months. Every time we dock here, she is waiting for him.” Rhys looked at the Captain. “Why not just go and see her?” “Because I might not want to leave if I did.” [2] A little while later the Captain, Rhys and Jillian were strolling through town doing some window shopping as the ship's cargo was being offloaded. “You never did say what you were going to do when you got to the Samur,” the Captain said. “The purpose of our being here is clear enough, and I trust to your discretion not to advertise it,” Rhys said. When the Captain nodded, he continued. “The truth is that other than knowing he is on this island, we know not where he is. We will have to find a guide who might have some, well, other than upstanding connections.” “I know just the place,” the Captain said. He led them deeper into the city, occasionally pointing out merchants that he considered particularly trustworthy. About a half hour later they arrived at a non-descript cantina on the far side of the city from the docks. It literally looked like nothing. A worn out sign over the door advertised 'Shusongs Cantina.' “This place seems kind of like a dive,” Jillian said, speaking what Rhys was thinking. “Most of the best guides can be found here. But watch yourselves, this place--” “Can be a little rough,” Rhys finished. “We've heard that before.” He pushed past the Captain and Jillian and strode into the bar. The inside of the bar was at least as unwelcoming as the outside. A small group of musicians played in one corner while an assortment of unnoteworthy women, and men, busied themselves around the tables hauling flagons of ale and bottles of wine. At least, Rhys thought, they have alcohol. The Captain surveyed the crowd, and seemed to spot someone he recognized. He went straight for a smaller man in the corner. They followed him. “Galen, good to see you.” The man the Captain approached backed away, then pulled back his arm in obvious preparation for a punch. The Captain put up his own fists, and then the man sprang jumped out and hugged him. “Haha! Neland, you old pirate, how ya doin?” Rhys and Jillian exchanged glances, something seemed oddly familiar about this. “What?” the Captain asked. “Nothing,” said Jillian. She looked at the Captain's friend and extended her hand. “Jillian, and this is Rhys.” He took her hand, kissed it and held it to his cheek. “Truly you do belong with us below the clouds--” “Skip it,” Rhys said. The man let go of her hand. “Name's Galen. Please, have a seat.” They all sat at his table and a young male server brought a bottle of wine and a few glasses. Galen poured and they all drank. “Now, what can I do for you?” Rhys leaned forward, lowering his voice. “Just guide myself, the woman, and no questions asked.” Suddenly, all four of them at the table looked around as if searching for something. At once they spotted a man behind the counter with a roundish face, graying hair and a beard to match. “Get out of our heads, Lucas!” they all said. Rhys shook his head. “Where was I?” “You were telling me what you had in mind?” Galen said. “Ah yes. I'd prefer not to discuss this in public, but let's say we are looking for the source of any strange activity you might have heard about in the last few months.” The mirth left Galen's face at once. “I can, but I expect to be well paid.” The group of four turned again to the graying man, who raised his palms and turned away. “That is to say, I think I can help you. Meet me an hour after sunrise at the north gate. We'll leave from there.” Jillian nodded. “Docking bay ninety four.” Rhys shook his head and laughed. “If I fucking see that barkeep again I'll kill him where he stands.” They all laughed, and enjoyed another bottle before retiring for the evening. [3] The next morning the three of them met up at the gate before heading out of the city. Once out of sight of the Vigen walls, Galen asked them what they were really after. “How am I supposed to guide you if I do not know what you are looking for?” he asked. Rhys looked up at the crystal clear blue sky, noted not a cloud was in sight. “I told you, we are looking for the source of any interesting or strange stories you might have heard in the last few months.” Galen laughed. “You do realize that isn't very much to go on.” Rhys and Jillian did not reply. The silence was uncomfortable for a bit. Then Galen spoke up. “Fine. There have been some rumors of unrest in the eastern provinces. But to be honest, until you two started asking about it, I thought it was all so much hogwash.” It was Jillian's turn to laugh. “Of course it has to be in the east. The trouble could never be near the town we just happened to be in.” “We will follow the road north and east toward Samurkand. Hopefully some clues will come our way as we do.” ... Toward evening they came upon a small encampment that was just off to the side of the road. There were three large tents with an open space in the middle of them. A good number of men were working what looked like a cooking fire, and several more armored men were doing various things around the tents. Several pennants flapped in the breeze above the tents. “Looks like a checkpoint,” Galen said. “Why would there be a checkpoint?” “Show of force. They stop merchants and such and find out if there have been any problems on the road.” “If it is an official thing, wouldn't there be at least one woman in charge like you said?” Galen laughed. “Look closer. There are three women in that bunch.” Jillian and Rhys looked again, at first seeing only seven well built men. Four of them were wearing chain mail, bucklers and swords lashed to their backs. Three of them were wearing plate, again with an assortment of swords and shields on their backs and hips. All wore their hair long, but the three in plate seemed slightly different. As they got just a bit closer, they realized that the breast plates were just that. The powerfully built women looked very much like Ceedra, the only other such person they had yet met. Galen saw the recognition in their eyes. “Ah, now you see them. We should see what they want rather than trying to go around them. They wouldn't see that as polite.” As they neared the camp, the warriors, who had been watching them with disinterest, turned toward them for the first time and approached. The three in plate were in the lead, as they expected. As they got closer, Galen dismounted and motioned for the others to do the same. He held up his right hand, open. “Greetings to the warriors and guards of the Samaan.” Standing only a few feet from the women, Rhys and Jillian were quite taken by their size. The musculature on them was something they had only seen on men back in Anora—and few men at that. One of the women, good looking with pale features and long black hair, approached Galen, also with her right hand open. “Silence,” she said in a commanding voice. Galen's face registered surprise, but he remained quiet. The burly woman turned from him and strode to where Jillian stood next to her horse. “I am W. Vira.” “I am Jillian.” “You travel unarmed, yet with two jongul.” “They are not jongul.” “You have an odd accent.” She fixed her gaze on Rhys for a moment before returning to Jillian. “You two are not from the Samur. What brings you here?” Rhys and Jillian remained silent. Galen spoke, “W. Vira, they are--” he stopped suddenly as the large black haired warrior spun and gestured to the other women who kicked him behind the knees and dropped him to the ground. “I told you to be silent. Do not be disobedient.” Rhys saw a look of concern in Galen's eyes. Something was out of the ordinary, but given that everything seemed out of the ordinary to Rhys, he had no clue what was different to Galen. The warrior, Vira, moved to stand right in front of Jillian. Jillian was a bit shorter, but clearly just about half the woman's size. “Do you wish to contest my taking of your men?” Not knowing what the woman meant, and feeling slightly intimidated by her physical presence, Jillian shook her head slightly. Rhys decided to just remain silent, since the situation did not seem to be turning toward a violent resolution. Though what kind of resolution was coming kept him wondering. “Very well,” Vira said, “As you have conceded...” she let the phrase die off, gestured to a number of the men to move forward. She spoke to them, “See to her. You know what is required.” Three men took Jillian off to the most distant tent, with one of the warriors leading the way. Remembering what Galen had said of everything being sexual, he figured Jillian was in not in any physical danger, provided she kept an open mind. Vira now crouched down in front of Galen, who was still on his knees. “Now, my new jongul.” Galen faced her, with what appeared to Rhys to be an odd look of revulsion. He couldn't figure out what was going on. “I have not offered to be jongul, and you have no right to demand it of me.” Vira looked at them proudly. “I have every right. The empire is weak where in the past we were strong. We took what we wanted as was our due, but now, now we negotiate. We supervise. We govern by, mostly I suppose, consent. Mostly.” She stood in front of Galen. “Stand up.” Galen did so. “Some of us no longer follow that path, we take what we want and make it ours.” Rhys now understood Galen's expressions. They had fallen in with a troupe of honest to goodness outlaws. That was not something Galen had mentioned. W. Vira stood toe to toe with him. “As I do love a good contest, however, I will offer you one.” Vira backed up a couple of feet, then removed all the armor below her breast plate. She stood unabashed by her nakedness, her hairless mound the only thing that was direct evidence of her womanhood. Her other warrior grinned, passed her leader a small flask. She motioned at one of the men, who produced a small sandglass timer and gave it to Vira. She said to Galen, “I will let you go if you can manage not to spend inside me in this time.” The woman warrior turned the timer over and unstoppered the flask. Before Galen could say anything, the warrior took a mouthful from the flask and tossed it back to her warrior. The next instant she swept a leg behind Galen, threw her arms around his legs and brought him to the ground with a >thud<. Moving quickly, she shifted her position so her arms were around his chest. As Galen struggled to free himself from her grip, she slowly maneuvered him onto his back. Pinning his arms with her legs as she sat astride his chest, she reached back with one hand to untie the drawstring on his breaches. With her other hand she fingered her obviously wet pussy. Done with the untying, she brought his cock out into the open. As would be expected from the situation, he was limp. After toying with him for a moment, Vira held out her hand and the woman tossed her an odd looking object. From the brief glance Rhys got, it looked like two circles of metal joined at one place. Holding him with her weight, she rotated so that she was facing his feet. In a blur, the odd rings were in place—one around Galen's cock and balls, the other only around his cock. He was still quite limp. Vira now turned and faced Galen, her bare pussy sliding along the length of his still flaccid member. She smiled with her lips closed, her mouth still full of the liquid. Galen turned his head away as she leaned forward. She gripped his nose and pinched it shut. Using her grip on him she turned his head toward her. She lowered her mouth to his and waited, even as Galen continued to struggle against her. After thirty seconds or so, his mouth burst open to gasp for air. As he did so the woman astride him expelled the liquid in her mouth. Galen reflexively swallowed, then gulped in a lungful of air. She continued to pin him to the ground, once again holding his arms with her own. She watched only his face as she continued to slide along his limp cock. In just a couple of minutes, however, a feral grin of triumph spread across her face as she watched his expression change to one of humiliation as the elixir worked its magic and his cock began to harden. She felt the change with her pussy as well, noting the pleasant stiffness as it gave her something more to grind against. When she sensed he was fully hard, she moved forward just a bit more, then tipped her hips and took him fully inside her in one fluid motion. She let go of his arms and spoke to him, tauntingly. “Mmm. I shall enjoy taking what I want from you. And when I do, the ring will ensure your obedience. I wonder, will you change your mind and want to lose?” In response, Galen threw his arms around her and rolled to be on top of her. Her face registered a flash of bright anger, and then amusement as she locked her legs around him and held him inside her. Galen held himself still, but the warrior's pussy was as toned as the rest of her. Flexing and rippling her pussy muscles, she fucked him just as surely as if he were moving. She could feel him get even harder, but still he held himself motionless. “I wonder if you will beg for me to remove the ring when it is time?” The strong woman rolled him to his back again, then shifted her stance so she was kneeling astride him. She rose up and down, riding his shaft to Galen's obvious, if reluctant, pleasure. For her part, though she seemed to be enjoying it, she was more intent on watching his reactions. “It is delightful that you are still fighting me. Most men have simply quit by now and given in to their need. But,” she continued, “your resistance is futile. Your body cannot deny me.” Over the next several minutes Galen seemed to resign himself to what was coming. There was no way to avoid the pleasure she was bringing him, and no amount of concentration made his erection flag in the least. Still, he tried to hold off his climax, perhaps holding out for a slim chance of victory, and perhaps concerned about what the odd ring was really going to do to him. No novice to the task at hand, Vira observed him carefully, waiting for the moment she knew was coming. She noted she still had more than half her time, but she was growing impatient and horny as she rode the man. She noted easily when Galen started to strain even more to hold back his climax, and she spoke to Rhys. “You will be next, be ready to choose.” The other woman walked over to him and held up the flask to him. Rhys took it, but did not drink. He watched as Galen started to groan, a deep sound that seemed to reverberate. Vira laughed, a very short sound escaping her, and then she lifted off Galen. He groaned at the sudden loss of stimulation, his imminent orgasm making him desperate for more contact. He did not have long to wait, however, for the woman predator had just reversed her position and just like that she swallowed Galen's cock to the root. A moment later the expression on Galen's face went from pure pleasure, to confusion, and then to a grimace. Looking at Galen's face, Rhys thought maybe the man's climax had just been shut off somehow, but when he looked at the woman with the cock down her throat, he was puzzled. Galen's hips were trying to buck, and clearly his cock was pulsing as it pumped his seed into Vira's eager mouth. The warrior woman's throat was visibly flexing as she swallowed his offering. That he had time to notice all this surprised Rhys, who realized Galen's climax was going on for a very long time. Then, before Vira was done swallowing, a groan of agony came from Galen's mouth. Considering the choices of fucking the woman or being forced to do so anyway, it did not seem like a difficult decision. That sound of Galen's pain convinced Rhys that for the time being he would just do whatever the warriors demanded. The warrior next to him tapped the flask. “It is time,” she said. Rhys unstoppered the flask and swallowed a mouthful. Having drank her fill of the now unconscious Galen, Vira pulled her mouth off his cock and stood up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She turned to Rhys, and he noticed her pussy was visibily dripping. Vira moved forward and grasped his cock through his breaches. Rhys was not embarassed that the lewd display had excited him, just a bit surprised. She pushed down his breaches, stroked him twice, then slipped the rings around his turgid cock. “You will fuck me now and bring me to climax, and when you are ready to spend you will feed my thirst.” The warrior dropped to her hands and knees, looked back and saw his expression. “If you do as I have directed, then I will remove the yuru. If so, there is no doubt you will enjoy the process.” Rhys nodded, then stepped out of his pants and knelt behind her, his cock as hard as he could ever recall. He reached under her, felt to find her opening. He was surprised when she grabbed his hand firmly and thrust it away. She then reached back between her legs, grasped his cock, held it at the base as she pushed herself back onto it. She grunted as Rhys took the cue and thrust himself fully into her. She was quite ready, soaking wet and tight. As he fucked the warrior woman he noted what she liked. She responded best to a hard and deep fucking, so Rhys tried his best to deliver. He held on to her hips, slamming himself into her buttocks as hard as he could, but it was getting more and more difficult to stave off his own climax as the warrior moaned and groaned with her increasing pleasure. He was beginning to get very worried about cumming when her pussy clamped down on his cock almost painfully as she let out a low wail. Moments later she finished shaking and pulled herself off him. She turned around and looked at him. “Very nice, now lay down.” Rhys did as she directed, and Vira mounted him as she had Galen, her pussy directly over his face. Rhys felt her hands on his cock, and was relieved when he felt the ring removed. She took his cock in her mouth and immediately began to work him over. Her tongue danced around his head and shaft, her head bobbed to stroke him. Unlike Galen, Rhys did not have his arms held, so he reached up and planted his lips on the engorged pussy in front of him. Vira let out a short intake of breath, but did not say anything. He continued to eat her even as she worked to get him to spend. Her nether lips were long, and Rhys enjoyed sucking them into his mouth and kneading them with his lips and teeth. He found his way to her clit and sucked on that nubbin, gauging his efforts by her responses. He was able to bring her off again before he felt himself rising to a finish as well. Normally the feeling of inevitability before ejaculation lasted maybe five to ten seconds, but this time it went on and on. Vira, no stranger to this process, chuckled around his cock as she continued her efforts. Rhys knew we was going to cum, the inevitability of the climax slowly shifting from a feeling of euphoria to the clenching of the muscles within him. Even this clenching, as the body prepared to inject its precious fluids into the mouth of the woman sucking his cock, took vastly longer than normal. Then, the muscles relaxed, and the pumping began. The feeling of relief and powerlessness was even greater than the other sensations, and then his cock pulsed the first of its gifts into Vira's waiting mouth. “mmmmm” she murmured as the cock in her mouth swelled and burst with its first offering. Although the feeling was amazing, Rhys could feel everything Vira did to him. Every stroke of the tongue, the flexing of her throat as she swallowed, and the race of his body to expel the unnatural amount of fluid it had built up. He lost track of how long his orgasm went on, but he knew he must have spent copiously. Vira remained locked onto his cock until he started to shrink. Then she pulled off, replaced the ring, and stood over him. He felt too weak to move. “You did very well. I may use you regularly.” Rhys nodded weakly, wondered briefly about Jillian, and passed out. Next Chapter |