We rode on his rufous horse for three days, I'm behind him, and wahara is in front of him.
Omid said, while my breasts were rubbing softly in his back with the horse's movement:
"The map made it easier than I imagined, true, it takes us two more days to get to the spot, behind the Taba (yield), but this is because we follow a path that keeps us away from the raids of the barbarians"
Despite his statement, the attack took place at night.
We were camped, we were in a deep sleep, after a nice evening of daring games, which involved touching the organs of the body with the tongue or finger, with the eyes tied, we only felt the abduction take place.
Omid single-handedly broke ten jaws, before they finally took control of him and his naked face and chest became bloody, and for some reason, this made him even sexier in my raunchy mind. While wahara viciously cut off the earlobe of one of her attackers with her teeth, clawed the faces of four big, powerful men, and eventually discovered that it was an unexpected barbarian raid on a nearby Fort, and we were within range of their loot.
On the way to Lord Khakin's castle, surrounded by captives of axs and tabars, Amish said to me with difficulty because of the rope that goes through his mouth and muzzles him:
"Those restraints around my wrists are really strong, and they're starting to make me angry, ask Soma to kill our guards, and then we can run away."
I looked at the well-groomed, muscular guards, like the old cavemen:
"Soma is not ordered."
"What the hell does this mean?"
"No man can command her, it blows to defend my honor from any unwanted intruders until the curse is broken, only then does it turn to defend my life, restoring its basic old charm".
Wahara said bitterly:
"No pain, no gain"
He said angrily:
"So I hope a hundred men will ra*e you if that helps save us."
Wahara looked at him in condemnation even though he was her master, and stopped for a moment, the guard pull her from the rope that connected the three of us with a long row of prisoners, while I was distracted by the logic of his wish, despite its ugliness. At first glance, it seems like a barbarian, completely devoid of taste in talking to the princesses, but after some introspection, the attack of such a number to desecration my honor, will severely ignite Soma, killing everyone, and we succeed in escaping and continuing the search for Rukushta.
More importantly, if 100 men tried to ra*e me and died in one day, the curse would dissolve faster than I ever dreamed.
So wahara's eyebrows rose awesomely when I responded to him in support of his blatant saying:
"I hope so."
We got to the castle of the savage Lord.
Lord Khakin was a rich, nobleman, serving as Minister of police in the council of the king of Washin, but he valued the fortress (sewers) set up as a public prison for the whole kingdom, and his morals became like those of the Barbarians, welcoming their captives as long as they helped him keep the kingdom safe from rebellious forts and riotous tribes of war, and in return giving them more bayonets, yields, and horses.
We were taken like ewes to the basements of the (sewers), and after descending hundreds of steps, we crossed in a long row through a final passage, which led to a thick iron gate, inscribed (dungeon No. 11), from which we crossed to find ourselves on a long stone ladder, ending down with a very deep, impossible to climb the wall, crowded with prisoners from all over the kingdom. She was Waahara in front of me and in front of her Amed with his bloody, confident face, and his beautiful naked torso, stacked with muscles, but their pull on the rope made me swerve a little to the right, and I was up the ladder. The ladder was high with no fence or wall to its right, falling from it was enough to shatter my bones completely over the rocky ground.
But I lost my balance on its edge very seriously.
"Careful, Ma'am!"
The captive behind me said it as he hurried to embrace me, preventing me from a certain fall, and I turned to him while I was in his lap، to have handsome features that beat my heart despite me.
I shook my head to him thankful, and the topography of his bosom took root deep down, and we continued our cautious descent until we reached the bottom of the narrow dungeon, and there is another solution the guard untied us, and then opened a final gate, with hard bars, to prevent the prisoners from climbing the ladder, to find ourselves in the gathering in the crowded place suffocating.
My savior said to me, shaking my hand:
"(Fusan)."
"Ayn..... I mean Shirin."
He was as handsome as the Princes, with short, light, smooth hair, unlike most of the kingdom's long-haired men, without a beard unlike the men of Kandor, with the finest shoulder muscles I have ever seen, and no smell of sweat, as if he had just fallen from heaven. So far so good.
The place smelled of bloody sweat, the smell of animal carcasses that were thrown for them to eat. Some of these savages were wearing mascots, aprons, and rags, and these are mostly War Tribes, some are almost out of the human stage to the animal, wearing the skins of tigers and hyenas, putting the feathers of eagles on his head, they are from the bottom of creation, others paint his body with black and white stripes resembling zebra, they are barbarians and cannibals, some are without clothes at all, and their skins hair as thick as fur, and they were terrifying enough for me. I think they were closer to bears than to men. Bears with me... In one despicable dungeon!
Wahara was wrapped in a coat covering her completely, her femininity could not be discerned, so one of the imprisoned tribesmen grabbed my right breast abruptly, which protrude under my pink uniform, and he said passionately:
"What do my eyes see"
I slapped him with the palm of my hand in violence, but he did not give up my chest, and I think that my slap increased his lust, then (Fosan) fell on his jaw with a powerful punch, breaking half of his front teeth, so the tribal gave up my breasts despite him, and caught the temples of Fosan and then gore him with his forehead, so that blood spilled on Fosan's forehead, but he suddenly kicked him between his legs, and knocked him to the ground with a more powerful punch, smashed his tribal nose and turned it into a shapeless mass of blood.
I rushed fumbling Fusan's brow, and I say in dismay:
"Are you okay?"
He smiled happily when he received my attention, and said in a gleeful tone:
"As long as this bastard didn't touch you badly."
Despite his injury, his tribal giggle-filled his buccal, and cheered from among his shattered teeth:
"Gloat, men... She's a woman... They gave us a woman after all these years since our night with Molina. Hooray, sewers!"
There was a sudden silence despite the congestion, and we were surprised by thirty pairs of hungry eyes looking at my body, and they used to stories of guards smuggling women after they got their purpose, in the end, ten guards were distributed over ten nights, much better for the female prisoner than sixty stallions in one day, so their surprise was great! Amid bit his lips, standing in front of me facing them:
- "Damn it! They won't get you until I get king Kalak's sword."
Wahara stood to my left remembering her hot night with me, my perpetual innocence, and Fusan stood behind me saying to the giants in front of him:
"Whoever wants her has to get over me first, you bastards."
She looked at Soma, which began to stimulate in her sheath. And buzzing.
The sixty radiant prisoners formed a circle around us, and I remembered Amid's terrible sentence.
And I had the most terrible thoughts of all. And the craziest.
I lifted my leather dress, deliberately exposing my body to the men, shouting at them, slapping it with audible slaps:
"Come on, Stallions, try with this banquet."
The sight of my naked body drove them crazy, releasing collective cries of longing and agitation as they pounced, and Amid yelled in indignant amazement:
"Damn it."
And the fight began.
For my body.
***
The peoples and groups of Orioum
The Bulls: The Builders clan, led by their great engineer (Dikor - the Furious Bull), refused to leave their original country around (Heroliga), which was destroyed after the Ruin of the year 4000 C, and they built the walls of (Al-Ayma) around the largest swamp (Al-Ragham) with a great engineering challenge, so the swamp became an impenetrable barrier against invasions of War-Tribes, and continued to worship the bison or (Fat Bull) and take care of the construction of temples, and the care of their braided golden beards, the last relics and customs of the heroligians lords. They were also the architects of the Great Trench (Caution).
The construction of the walls of (Al-Ayma) ended in 4079 C.
To be continued...