065 THE PERVERTED CLAN OF WOMEN
"No!" Leo protested quickly. "I just met this Kappa, and he promised to show me around after I helped him break his curse."
At that moment, an older woman stepped out of the shadows of the tent, her wrinkled hands clutching strands of dried chilies and garlic.
Her presence commanded respect—the shaman of the village.
"You broke his stone curse?" she asked, eyes narrowing with suspicion.
Leo let out a long sigh. "Dammit, another shitty village with curses and rituals. Why do I keep getting into fucking places like this?"
The shaman studied him for a moment.
"I'm just a traveler passing through these fucking mountains, This fucking rat here was supposed to be my guide. We were chased by the stupid snake, you were the ones who brought me here", Leo protested.
Princess Bara's eyes narrowed as she studied Leo too, her expression was wicked.
One of the women beside her murmured, "This intrusion isn't a small matter. Perhaps we should take him for interrogation."
"Explain yourself," Bara demanded, her tone like the crack of a whip. "Why were you spying on us?"
"Fuck, didn't I explain already? I didn't come to spy on you", Leo protested again.
"That's a lie! He came with an army on his boat, ready to attack!", Letcha blurted out suddenly to clear himself from blame by blaming Leo.
"Damn it, Friend Forever!" he spat through gritted teeth.
Bara's gaze flickered between the two of them.
"An army?" she asked with suspicion. "Why would you attack us? We've no enemies here. This is a temporary camp—we'll be gone by spring."
"Exactly!" Leo insisted. "This rat's fucking lying. There is no army. You would have seen them if I brought them here."
"It's true," one of the women said, stepping forward. "We searched the river thoroughly—there was no sign of any army, just that water snake."
Letcha was in thoughts.
He wanted to bring out some of the soldiers hiding inside his turtle shell to prove his words but soon decided against it. If the soldiers came out from him now, he couldn't wash himself from responsibility.
He was the one harboring a secret army.
So, he kept quiet.
The shaman's eyes, sharp and calculating, turned toward Leo. "Did I hear correctly? You cured the Kappa of his curse?"
"Yes, he did!" Letcha piped up quickly.
Leo nodded. "Yeah, I've got some healing abilities."
The shaman's expression remained unreadable, but there was a glint of interest in her eyes.
"Some of our people were afflicted with curses after handling those enchanted rocks. If what you say is true, you may be able to help them," shaman said.
But Princess Bara stepped forward, her presence commanding as she addressed the shaman. "We can't trust him yet. For all we know, he could still be a spy sent by our enemies."
The shaman tilted her head thoughtfully. "So, what do you propose, princess?"
"We test him," Bara said, her eyes never leaving Leo's. "First, we find out if he's lying. Only then will we let him near our sisters."
"I'm telling you the fucking truth," Leo insisted. "How exactly do you plan to 'test' me?"
Princess Bara's lips curled into a cold wicked smile. "By the Ritual of Truth, of course," she said. "I will perform the ritual myself."
The women cut Leo down from the pole, but kept his hands bound, their eyes gleaming with anticipation.
For the first time, Leo was able to get a clear view of his captors.
These were no ordinary women—each one was built like a warrior goddess, their muscular bodies glistening with sweat, their chiseled forms a paradox of both strength and sensuality.
Their breasts were large and firm, pressed against the tight fur wraps that barely covered them, the scent of their sweat and the musk of the wild filling the air.
Leo was dragged to the center of the clearing, upright this time, his arms tied to a different pole. Without warning, rough hands stripped him of his clothes, leaving him exposed and naked in the cold night air.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Leo growled, struggling against the restraints.
"The Ritual of Truth," Princess Bara replied, stepping closer with a predatory grin.
A circle of women surrounded him, as they began to dance and chant. They shed their fur garments, revealing their naked, sweat-slicked bodies. The rhythmic swaying of their hips and the bounce of their full breasts sent a confusing mix of fear and arousal through Leo.
His body betrayed him, reacting physically to the erotic display despite the circumstances.
Suddenly, Princess Bara reached between his legs, her strong hands clamping around Leo's erect cock. The sudden, painful squeeze sent a jolt of agony and shock through him.
"What the fuck?!" Leo shouted, trying to twist away, but her grip wouldn't give.
"We start the Ritual of Truth," she replied.
"What does any of this have to do with the truth?!" he demanded, his voice cracking.
Princess Bara's eyes were cold as ice, her smile twisted.
"Tell me," she said, "did you come here to spy on us?"
"No!" Leo cried out, but her fingers only dug in deeper, sending fresh waves of agony through his body.
"Did you bring an army to attack us?" she asked, her grip becoming almost unbearable.
"No!" Leo's screams echoed in the clearing, his vision blurring in pain.
This wasn't a ritual for discovering the truth—it was twisted, perverted torture. But the end result was the same- it extracted the truth from her victims and quite effectively at that too.
Princess Bara continued her brutal questioning, her hand unrelenting, until Leo's strength was nearly drained. His vision flickered, his eyes rolled over and his breathing ragged.
"Fu..ckk yo..u"
He could feel himself teetering on the edge of unconsciousness.
The shaman finally spoke. "That's enough, Bara. If he were lying, he would have broken by now."
Bara paused before finally releasing her hold.
Leo let out a shuddering gasp, slumping against the pole, his body drenched in sweat. She poured a cool, healing potion over his bruised member, a soothing numbness spread through him, healing him immediately.
"Consider yourself lucky, young man," the shaman said, her voice almost a whisper in his ear. "Any longer, and she might have castrated you."