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The
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Chapter 3, Vanquished (MF MFM oral viol) � 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 [1] Rhys awakened in the morning to the sounds of the camp being broken and readied for travel. He put on the clothes he found next to him and went toward a nearby group of men. He stretched as he walked, found he felt no worse for the events of last night. One of the men, a head taller than himself and much darker in skin tone, raised a hand to him. “Good, you seem none the worse for your handling by W. Vira.” He passed Rhys a plate of food and then joined him at the remaining table. “Eat, you need to keep up your strength, especially when any of them have taken a liking to you.” Rhys found he was suddenly ravenous, and even more curious. He saw Galen off some ways, moving very slowly. “What happened to him? To us?” The man smiled. “He will be fine, he just feels as if a mule has kicked him in the stones. That happens when they leave the yuru on.” “Yuru?” “That black ring they put around your prick? Surely you know what I am talking about.” “Of course.” The man continued, “But you seem well.” “Seemed best just to let her have her way,” Rhys said. The other man just laughed, “Very wise my friend.” He extended his hand, Rhys took it. “Name's Tien. Come now, best get up and moving now.” “Rhys,” he said, dropping the handshake. “What of the woman that was with us last night?” Tien turned and replied matter of factly, “Three of us saw to her last night, why?” “What does that mean?” “Since the woman chose to concede, W. Vira deteremined her, ah, punishment, should be something she considered degrading.” He laughed. “It's all about sex with them. Rebel or not.” “Rebel? Degrading? What are you talking about?” Rhys said. “Keep your voice down,” Tien said, looking around. When he was certain there was no one else around, he said, “W. Vira and her band are not members of the samaan. They have broken away as her speech yesterday should have told you.” Rhys nodded, hoped Tien would continue. “As for degrading, well, it's a matter of perspective.” “How's that?” Rhys said. “Did you notice the way W. Vira treated you last night? What you were not allowed to do with her?” Rhys nodded, remembering how she had kept her upper body covered and had mostly kept them from touching her pussy with their hands. “Well, everything she did not want you to do, we did.” “But she is well?” Tien laughed. “She seemed well enough after taking us all at once. Rare it is to have a woman react so well to what is supposed to essentially be punishment.” Tien stood and slapped Rhys on the back. “Now get up and get your ass in gear before the women get up and get pissed at our laziness. And do not forget to check the roster for your schedule.” “Schedule?” “Three warriors, so three of us need provide for them at lunch and three at dinner. You will be told when to be ready. Be sure you are ready lest they be cross with you.” Rhys winced at the thought of Galen. “Right.” Tien nodded and went on his way. Rhys finished his food and helped break camp. As he was finishing up, the women came out of their tent. The three warriors from one, Jillian from another. The warriors were attired as last night, fully armored and armed, hair back in strict pony tails. Jillian was wearing a leather vest and breaches and appeared in decent health. A few hours had passed since they had gotten underway from the camp. Rhys and Jillian had no chance to talk, but they stole a few glances and were able to communicate that they were both okay for the time being. About an hour before midday, one of the scouts returned and rode directly up to Vira. “W. Vira, there is a group ahead, just off the road. They are six in number and fly no colors.” Vira looked over at one of her women, Sarsha, the shorter one with brown hair. “Six, we could take them and add more to our number,” Vira said. Sarsha nodded. “Aye, but do we wait for nightfall or move now?” “We have an advantage in numbers, and we are just an imperial patrol so far as they know. Let us ride right up to them, men in front.” Sarsha nodded and gave out the orders. The band formed up and headed over the hill. [2] A short time later they came upon a small camp, six horse and three tents. A small fire was being tended by a number of men. There did not appear to be any women among them. Rhys was about two thirds of the way back in the train with the rest of the unarmed men, watching as the scene played out. Vira rode close to the camp and called out from atop her horse. She pointed at nearest man by the fire. “You, where is your master.” The man nodded slightly, deferring as was expected. “She is away lady, I expect her back for the meal shortly.” “Truly? It seems odd that she leave you six alone. Perhaps you are mine to claim and there is no lady to deal with?” A deep, but feminine voice called out from one of the tents. “Vira, you lawless cunt, surrender now and I may let you live.” A tall redhead, who could only be described as statuesque, or perhaps built like the proverbial brick shit house, emerged from the most distant tent. Her armor was copper in color and did little to conceal her beauty or her impressively large breasts. She strode forward directly toward Vira, sword drawn. “W. Tamaira, good to see you. Perhaps you forgot, but it is W. Vira, and I claim voidelda.” The red haired woman guffawed. “You have broken the law and the covenant, and are nothing more than a robber and thief. You are not worthy of the honor of voidelda, but I offer you the honor of surrender or a clean death. Nothing more.” The men near the fire moved away. Three armed men came out from the tents, along with three other armed women. Their livery closely matched the woman named Tamaira. A noise rose up behind Rhys and Vira's party, and several more horse rode into view, tall banners held by the lead riders. Vira spat on the ground. “Are you afraid to face me alone?” “Fear has nothing to do with it. The others will simply prevent you from running again. You have disgraced the samaan and taken up arms against the Empress. You and your warriors will either fight and die or you will surrender. Choose.” The women behind Vira dismounted and drew swords. Two of the women behind Tamaira did the same. They spread out while the rest formed a loose circle around them. Tien leaned over and said softly to Rhys, “Whatever you do, make no moves toward them unless you want to die. And when this is over, be ready for anything.” “What do you mean?” “You will not believe their appetites after they fight.” Rhys raised an eyebrow at this. He found it hard to imagine something more unbelievable than yesterday's events, and those had not included combat. Tamaira drew two swords, one long and one short, and closed with Vira even as the other warriors split off and paired with their opposite number. Vira was moving in a manner consistent with her size and frame, steady, but solidly forward. Tamaira, on the other hand, seemed to flow over the ground, clearly aware of where the other combatants were even as she circled and closed the distance with Vira. Vira positioned her shield and sword defensively and waited for Tamaira to make the first move. Tamaira, stopped, only a sword's reach from her opponent, and lowered her blades. She shrugged, and smiled at Vira—the taunt clear. Vira yelled and jumped, sword singing through the air as she brought the blade around toward Tamaira's midsection. The red haired woman leaned into the blow and deflected it downward with her short sword. Allowing the force of the blow to drive that blade into the ground, Tamaira used it as an anchor, pivoting on it and kicking out with both feet to drive into the shield and force Vira back. Briefly off balance, Tamaira fell, rolled away and regained her feet even as Vira recovered from the savage kick. Vira violently pitched her head forward and cast off her helm. A small trickle of blood ran from her hairline. She spat at Tamaira's feet. Regaining her stance, she quickly lunged with her shield, crouched, and stabbed forward with her blade. Tamaira moved aside, but the edge of the blade nicked her left calf. She grunted in pain, knocked the weapon aside and rolled forward, arms crossing behind her back to catch the overhead blow that Vira was even now bringing down. She caught the attack easily, and once again kicked savagely at Vira's shield, knocking the woman back yet again. As Vira stumbled, Tamaira lanced out with her long sword and opened a bright red line on Vira's shield arm. The next two minutes were a blur of activity as the two exchanged a series of vicious attacks and equally daring parries. Swords clanged together in the mid-day sun as the two fought for position in a dance of death. Her weakened arm finally getting to her, Vira discarded her shield and shifted to a two handed grip on her sword. Tamaira circled around her opponent, having barely started to breathe more heavily. Without taking her eyes off Vira, she took stock of the situation around her. Her number two, Lucela, was clearly winning against her opponent. Her number three, T'anna, was holding her own against her foe, but it was not looking good for her. Tamaira stopped moving, switched sword hands, and beckoned for Vira to come forward. Vira, for her part, thought she might have the upper hand by this time, and she was not in a hurry to rush in as she had done the first time. Holding her sword with both hands, she closed slowly with Tamaira, waiting for the other woman to make the first move. Tamaira gave her that wish. Leading with the long sword, Tamaira thrust in, then parried Vira's riposte. Moving her ersatz two handed sword in a whirling manner, Vira drove at Tamaira, who continued to only parry with her one hand. An observer could see what was coming, but Vira, apparently, did not. After a series of lightning quick exchanges, Vira briefly lost sight of Tamaira's other hand, and in that instant the sword sword snaked out and pierced the unprotected area of Vira's left armpit. In an instant it was over. Vira gasped for air even as her blood pumped out of the gaping wound under her arm. Her sword dropped, and she followed it down. Tamaira kicked away the blade, used her foot to roll Vira over. The raven haired woman was coughing up blood, she looked up at Tamaira. “Forgive me,” she said, and the life left her eyes. “No,” Tamaira grunted, and then she turned to watch the other two battles come to an end. Lucela had been wounded, but not severely. The woman at her feet appeared equally wounded, but unconscious. T'anna and her opponent were lying next to each other, gasping for air. Tamaira knelt next to them and drew a dagger. The enemy woman, one she recognized as Sarsha, was bleeding from a wound in her belly and a severe gash on her left leg. There was no doubt she would not survive. Tamaira looked in her eyes, found nothing but the loneliness of death there. “Forgive,” Sarsha said, still gasping. Tamaira nodded, put her hand over the woman's eyes, and stabbed her quickly through the neck. Sarsha went limp instantly. Tamaira turned to T'anna, the youngest of her warriors, one who should not have seen blood combat for many years to come, if ever. From her wounds, she knew T'anna was also in pain and would not survive. “I wanted to serve the Samur,” the woman said weakly. Tamaira nodded, leaned close to her. “You serve the Samur with honor, T'anna.” Then she kissed the younger woman on the lips, and snapped her neck with one clean movement. Collecting herself, Tamaira stood up over the blood soaked field. She rolled her shoulders and closed her eyes. When they opened it was as if a different person stood before them. Tamaira nodded at Lucela, who still stood over her unconscious foe. Tamaira retrieved her blade and sheathed it. Then she pointed at her men. “Organize this lot anmd give [3] As they entered the tent, Tamaira's man produced a flask and passed it to Rhys. “Take a drink and pass it on, you have only a few minutes.” The man turned over a sandglass. “When W. Tamaira enters the tent I will tend to her wounds. You must do exactly as she says if you do not want to be harshly punished.” They all drank and nodded. “She has a tendency to be very, ah, urgent, after combat.” Rhys felt a bump on his shoulder and turned to see Tien nodding at him with that, 'told you so' kind of look. “One last thing, do not touch her breasts, her ass or her hair. You've been warned.” Tamaira strode into the tent, the confines of the smaller space making her appear even larger than she had outside. She turned her back to her healer and looked at the three men before her. “Strip. Now.” The three men moved quickly, at least partly anticipating what was coming. She noted their cocks were still limp. “Not hard at the sight of blood, eh?” The healer removed her armor and she fell back on a large pile of furs. “No worries, the shuutra will take care of that soon enough.” The healer was quick at work on her wounds, which did not appear terribly threatening. Around her leg wound he simply tied a bandage and compress. The larger wound in her arm he started to really work on. She winced as he started sewing. “Come here,” she said, motioning the three men to come toward her. When they were close enough she used one hand to remove the yurus from their cocks. When she was done with all three, she pointed back at Rhys. He realized she was almost panting she was breathing so hard—and it was not from exercise, but from a bloodlust he had seen before, with the dwarves. “You may not be ready yet, but I am. You may start licking.” The red haired amazon spread her legs and used her left hand to spread her nether lips in invitation. Rhys took one step, fell to his knees and planted his mouth squarely on her pussy. A bit haltingly, he brought a hand up and slipped two fingers into her. She was completely wet. He tried to gauge her reactions, but the amazon woman laid out before him seemed to be moaning continuously. Rhys stole a peek and noted the healer was still sewing...even as he licked her. Taking a chance, he sucked her clit into his mouth and gently closed his lips on it. Based on her short intake of breath, she did not mind, but he still paused to see her reaction. “Do not be bashful,” she said breathily, “I can take whatever you have to give.” Rhys tightened his hold on her clit and added another finger to her pussy. He felt her clamp down on his fingers as she had her first orgasm. “Mmm, very satisfactory. If you are ready now, I need a good fucking.” Rhys stood, not surprised to see himself, Tien, and Ari, at full attention. Tamaira, now finished with the healer, rolled over onto her chest and pushed her self up on her hands and knees. Not seeing Tien or Ari move, Rhys knelt behind her and moved forward slowly. She reached under, grabbed his cock and guided him into her. Avoiding her butt, he put his hands on her hips and began fucking her. Her pussy felt divine, and very wet. She looked over her shoulder at the two remaining men. “One of you sit here,” and she patted the cushion in front of her. Tien sat in front of her, his cock right in front of her face. “Perfect,” she exhaled as Rhys slammed into her. She took the cock in front of her down into her mouth and started bobbing her head. Tien was obviously enjoying himself. Rhys reached out for the tempting pony tail in front of him, and was rudely surprised when she pulled off Tien, pulled forward and forced him to withdraw. She spun, but did not strike out. “Did Sallan forget to tell you, or are you stupid?” Rhys looked dumbfounded, but she smiled and turned around. “Get back to work.” Rhys saw her hand open under his cock and he pushed it down into her hand. Her fingers closed around his shaft and placed his cock back at her entrance. He drove into her in a lunge. Her eager pussy filled once again, she snapped her fingers and Ari moved forward. She reached out and started stroking his cock. Rhys was thrusting harder and faster now. Briefly removing Tien from her mouth, she said, “Make me cum, but do not spend in me or I shall be very cross.” Rhys nodded and did his best to fuck the red haired demon sheathing his cock. Tien started groaning, and Rhys knew from last night what was happening. He timed it perfectly, driving the warrior to orgasm even as she swallowed Tien's copious ejaculation. Tien continued to groan in pleasure as she drank her fill from him, and Rhys was forced to slow down now, as he was to close to cumming himself. Finally, she released Tien and called Rhys to the seat in front of her. She looked at the man whose cock she still held. “Get fucking already.” Ari moved behind her, slid into her and started fucking. Tamaira was incredibly gifted with her mouth, and Rhys was nearing his own climax when he saw the man reach forward under Tamaira to grab her tits. Her reaction was immediate. She pulled off Rhys, turned, and punched Ari squarely in the stones. He fell to his knees and groaned. Rhys noted his erection did not flag in the least. She said to him, “That, was stupid. Remain there, and do not move.” Rhys, a bit concerned, was relieved a few moments later when the hungry warrior took him in her mouth again. For the second time in as many days Rhys found himself enjoying the most prolonged and enjoyable orgasm imaginable as the warrior vixen attempted to suck his life out through his cock as if it was a straw inserted into the cup of his essence. After cumming for almost a minute and a half, Rhys was drained, and Tamaira stood up and looked down at the man who had touched her breasts. She looked at the sandglass. “When that time is up I shall take your spend. You will not enjoy it. Remember that the next time you attempt that which you are not allowed.” The man nodded weakly, Rhys and Tien remained on the furs, sated, happy, and tired. The minutes seemed to tick by slowly, the Ari getting more and more nervous as the sand ran out. Tamaira beckoned him forward with a single curled finger, and he moved to her, cock still hard and dripping despite his recent injury. She grabbed his cock when he was close enough. “Be glad I am in a good mood or I would put the yuru back on you and punish you properly.” Then she opened her mouth and took him completely in, locking her powerful arms around his thighs. The man was clearly deep in pleasure, but at the same time dreaded what he knew was coming. Tamaira was not moving, and though the man kept trying to buck his hips, she would not relax her hold. Rhys had seen something of this before, but not quite the same. He whispered to Tien, “I have seen what will happen with the yuru still on, but what of this?” “When the shuutra has run its course and you still haven't cum, all that extra liquid still has to leave your body, so it does. It hurts like hell, but nowhere near as bad as if the yuru is still there.” Ari was balls deep in her throat, and he could not cum. He was desperately trying to fuck her mouth and avoid his fate, but the warrior nymph would not let him. The sand in the glass ran out. He tried to push away, but the nymph locked on his cock could not be denied her prize and his punishment. A groan deep within him turned into a howl of agony as his body did what was necessary to relieve itself. Rhys and Tien watched the warrior swallow gulp after gulp from the now unwilling man. On and on his pain lasted, and more and more she drank. After well more than a minute of gulping down his spend, Tamaira pulled his cock from her mouth and inhaled deeply. She sat back on the furs, even as the man before her sank to his knees, clearly still in agony. “Let that be a lesson to all of you. Take him.” Rhys and Tien carried the aching Ari from the tent as the warrior wench relaxed nude and unashamed, legs spread and pussy glistening. As they left Tamaira's tent, they noted two other groups of three coming out of tents. They all moved off silently toward the main group, eager to share their stories. [4] The men gathered as they made camp, and spoke of what they had experienced with the different warriors. “Lucela was specific with what we were to do to punish Brinda. She was blindfolded and bound before we woke her, and Lucela told us to fuck her tits, her mouth and her ass. I thought the woman was going to go crazy when I fucked her ass. If she hadn't been bound I think she would have killed me. But then she seemed to change. I don't know if she was resigned to it or happy about it.” The second added, “Then I fucked those luscious tits of hers and hosed her down.” The last said, “Then I let her suck me, I'm sure she thought she would get to drink, but then I just came all over her tits and face while she yelled at me.” Rhys wondered, “And she won't try to kill you later?” The three shook their heads. “It was a common penalty for such a loss. And when they lose they suffer through what they normally deny. They get their tits fucked and they don't get to drink. It's a damn sight better than them killing each other all the time.” Rhys and Tien then recounted their time with Tamaira. It seemed that fucking and swallowing three men was not unusual. They were, however, surprised at Ari's stupidity. They also mentioned that Rhys was very lucky to have avoided the same fate. “Next time someone tells you to leave the hair alone, I suggest you do it,” Tien said. “What of Lucela?” Rhys asked. The last group three looked at each other. “Lucela is, well, different. But remember, it isn't respectful to speak of one warrior's tastes with the others.” Rhys nodded. “She always wants the same thing. She has three men pleasure themselves while she watches, then when they are ready, she drinks two while the third cums in her pussy. She is quite specific on the timing.” One of the men winced at a past memory, “And demanding.” They all laughed. Separately, Rhys and Jillian concluded their conditions had improved as they entered Tamaira's party. But they had no idea if the turn of events was getting them any closer to their goal. Next Chapter |