Innocent (22 page)

‘What we were going to do?' Cianna asked.

‘Naturally,' he said, ‘I adore the sort of intimacies girls bestow upon one another. What were you planning, to take it in each others hands as it comes out? Mouths even?'

‘Hands,' Babalyn said quickly.

‘Do it then,' he laughed, ‘but turn first. Pretty though your cunt is, I prefer the rear view, so that I can see every detail.'

Now blushing hot, Cianna swung herself around, sticking her bottom out over the hole. Her bladder felt ready, if not full, and she tensed herself, letting go to hear the tinkle of her pee in the pot beneath. She had her eyes shut, and she could feel the heat of embarrassment in her cheeks.

‘Come, Babalyn,' Bulzar said. ‘Get ready.'

The tinkling noise stopped. Pee spattered Cianna's bottom. She looked back, finding Babalyn behind her, squatted down with her hands stuck out. Bulzar was grinning, and his cock was hanging out of the side of his breechcloth. Squeezing again, she forced her pee out into Babalyn's cupped hands. Her anus had started to pout, and she stopped abruptly. Look back, she found Bulzar grinning, his cock now half stiff in his hand.

‘Do it,' he said, ‘there is no room for shyness here.'

‘I have,' Cianna answered.

‘You have peed, yes,' he said. ‘You sadden me, Cianna. I understood I was to have full and willing use of you.'

‘You do,' she answered.

‘Then do it,' he went on. ‘Dung in Babalyn's hands, as I'm sure you intended.'

‘You want to watch me do my dung in Babalyn's hands?' Cianna asked in disbelief.

‘That is what you intended, wasn't it?' he asked, now with a slight irritation in his voice.

‘It was,' Babalyn said softly. ‘Come, Cianna, do it. He is right. We should hold back no secrets from him.'

Cianna nodded, her face burning hot, unable to find words. Her anus was already pouting, and she could feel the load in her back passage, eager to get out. With a sob, she let go, feeling her ring open and a heavy, firm piece squeeze out. Unable to stop herself, she looked down, to see it coiling into Babalyn's cupped hands, beneath the lips of her sex, on which two drops of piddle still hung.

She squeezed again, pushing out her full load into Babalyn's hands. Bulzar was now masturbating a full erection, his eyes glued to her rear view, her gaping bottom ring and the filth that Babalyn was holding. Her anus closed, and she looked down again, to find the full, steaming mound in Babalyn's hands.

‘Now do it,' Bulzar grunted, ‘in with your bottom, and rub your cunt.'

Cianna hesitated, shaking her head in her shame and to fight down the lewd feelings that the sheer intimacy of what she was doing had triggered. Bulzar's cock was pointed right at her, furiously hard. Hanging her head, she reached down, for her tuppenny, parting the lips to find her clitoris, then to dip a finger into her hole, finding herself shamefully wet. With a sigh she began to rub, firmly, bringing herself quickly towards climax. Her resolve snapped, and she found herself doing as she had been ordered, lowering her bottom, slowly. Her bottom cheeks touched the squashy, warm mess in Babalyn's hands. She sank lower, and it was in her crease, oozing up between her buttocks and over her sex, and she was coming, sitting down firmly in Babalyn's hands as it hit her. The hot, slimy dung squashed out over the fullness of her bottom. She cried out in ecstasy, wiggling herself in it, squirming her filthy buttocks into Babalyn's hands, peak after peak of her orgasm tearing through her, until she could hold it no more. Her knees slid apart and she sat down on the hole, her eyes closed, her head hung in shame. It had felt glorious, too good to be denied, knowledge that made the sting of her shame stronger still.

She looked round, to find Babalyn making a wry face at her. Bulzar had come, splashing sperm across Babalyn's hair and over Cianna's buttocks, and was already at the washstand.

‘Wash me, please,' Cianna asked.

Babalyn nodded and went to fetch a bowl, washing Cianna's bottom as Bulzar looked on, apparently simply enjoying the intimacy of their act.

The following morning, Bulzar once more went to Kea, returning two days later. Immediately Cianna and Babalyn were called to him in his work room. His expression was worried, and Cianna found a lump rising in her throat.

‘Matters are worse than I had feared,' he stated as he settled himself onto a couch.

‘How so?' Cianna demanded.

‘The King has played a clever gambit,' Bulzar went on, ‘one which not only satisfies the lust of the rabble for a bloody revenge, but allows them direct participation. It also minimises his own expenses, both in terms of cost and the use of men. He has offered a boon, of one thousand standard, to whoever brings you in alive, both of you, but eight hundred for you alone, Cianna, as it is assumed that you committed the actual murder.'

‘Killing,' Cianna corrected him, ‘of a torturer, a mad animal.'

‘As you say,' Bulzar went on. ‘Now, having been a fighting girl, it will not surprise you to learn that this offer has been taken up with enthusiasm, with every bravo in Kea and beyond keen to win the prize. There is also extensive betting.'

‘Jelkrael will be placing his bets as we speak, I imagine,' Babalyn managed.

‘Jelkrael has left Kea, immediately on his release,' Bulzar told them, ‘but his dog has been sequestered, as it knows your scent well. It is to be used by that hunting party organised by the brother of Ulourdos, Nairgren, a party, incidentally, who are the favourites to bring you in, at three to one.'

‘What are the odds on us defying escape?' Cianna asked.

‘Some offer twenty, more thirty,' Bulzar replied. ‘I have had placed a hundred standard, spread among a dozen bookmakers.'

‘Thank you for your confidence,' Babalyn answered him.

‘You show remarkable resilience,' he said, ‘but more importantly, I am in a position to ensure that you I win. This is the way to bet, on certainty.'

‘This was Jelkrael's attitude,' Cianna remarked. ‘So, you will protect us, here?'

‘I fear not,' he said. ‘With so much interest, the risks become inordinately high. I doubt even the best of cunt dogs could pick your scent out above the stench of the powdermills, but many will doubtless be passing down the road, and who knows, with the wind in an unlucky direction. More importantly, my own supervisors intend to sponsor two teams. Indeed, I am to lead one, Supervisor Maerdrhen the other. This will mean cunt dogs, here at the mills.'

‘So how are we to escape?' Cianna demanded.

‘What if we are caught?' Babalyn added.

‘Nothing good, I fear,' he said. ‘You have been sentenced in your absence, to death, by being staked out on ant hill, a choice made by Nairgren, who feels it is fitting that you die by a multitude of bites. They will use jungle ants, which you may have seen? It will be the larger species, with the red abdomen and the dark thorax, whose bite is actually less severe then their smaller relatives, making your death more agonising…'

‘I do not wish to know!' Babalyn exclaimed.

‘He is like his brother, this Nairgren?' Cianna demanded.

‘No,' Bulzar answered. ‘He is a sensible young man. Capable, and strong, his apparent vindictiveness is more to please the crowd than to revenge his brother. They never really got on. He is right too, because the method of execution has proved popular, while again there is extensive betting.'

‘What on?' Cianna demanded in horror.

‘On how long you last, on how much the ants devour…'

‘No, no, be quiet, please!' Babalyn exclaimed. ‘I can't stand it!'

‘Be brave!' Cianna urged. ‘Death comes once, then eternity. We will laugh together in the Feast Hall of Heroines!'

‘You have your beliefs,' Babalyn said miserably.

‘You do not?' Cianna asked.

‘The philosophers in Aprinia state that gods are illusory concepts created by the human mind,' Babalyn answered. ‘After death comes nothing.'

‘Nonsense,' Cianna answered, ‘the soul survives. When I killed Ulourdos I felt my ancestors urging me to the deed. I heard my grandfather's laughter as my teeth met in the pig's neck, as clearly as I hear you now.'

Babalyn made a wry face, but said nothing.

‘In any event,' Cianna went on. ‘We shall not be caught. Bulzar is going to help us evade detection, and remember, he has a hundred standard on our escape.'

‘How then?' Babalyn asked.

‘This is my council,' Bulzar advised. ‘They will have your scent. From the wagons you rode in, from the bedding at the Five Moons. Each dog team will be given a little cloth. They will reason that as you would be immediately spotted in a town or village, you will stick to open country. In the fields your scent will be picked up easily. Even to me your juices taste unlike those of a Makean girl, so for the cunt dogs it will too distinctive to miss. Avoid the fields, and all cultivated land. Instead, take to the wilds, preferably high jungle. There it rains more often, while there are many streams to follow, also strongly scented beasts to distract the dogs. In due course you will see the volcanoes, Ura and Agura. Make for their northern slopes, where the jungle is wild and dense. Hide there. The search is unlikely to go so far afield.'

‘And what then?' Babalyn demanded.

‘They will eventually abandon the search,' he said. ‘Ulourdos will be quickly forgotten once some new diversion arises to claim the attention of the rabble. Not that you will be safe. Live as best you can. Return here in perhaps a half year. I have enough to buy a longhouse in the hills, where you might be safely installed.'

‘You are generous,' Cianna answered.

‘It would amuse me to keep you,' he said, ‘while your gratitude is worth more than any amount of fear or natural subservience.'

‘What of clothing?' Cianna asked. ‘The suits your workers wear perhaps?'

‘Difficult,' he said. ‘Yes, in the mills the male slaves work in tough suits of canvas, but they are brilliant orange in colour, with a bold black circle to front and rear, to make them distinctive in event of escape. Also, if you were caught, questions would be asked as to how you came by such suits. However, this had occurred to me, and I have purchased ordinary peasant clothing in Kea, old, cheap and designed for men, but it should serve well.'

‘Very well,' Cianna said. ‘When do we leave?'

‘Tonight, late. Once I have had my fill of you. I will miss our nightly amusements, as will Voqual. Ki and Zae cannot accommodate his cock properly. Still, in due time you will be back. For now, wash and perfume your cunts, I want you ready as soon as we have eaten. It is safe. I have left instruction that I am not to be disturbed, and Voqual will patrol the garden. Tonight, neither of you go on his cock, you may be glad to learn, or sad.'

Cianna and Babalyn retreated, to wash and perfume themselves, as Bulzar liked. Cianna found herself trembling at the prospect of flight, beside which performing lewd acts for Bulzar seemed trivial, indeed, a more than fair exchange for their sanctuary. Not that she had a choice, while she had still failed to uncover the full details of what went on at the mill.

Clean and perfumed, they went to join Bulzar, who was lying on his couch, picking at the carcasses of a pair of jungle fowl, from which he would occasionally throw a bit for the Ki'Lae and Zae-Sha. Knowing what was expected of them, Cianna and Babalyn went straight to their knees on the floor, waiting for morsels to be thrown so that they could catch them in their teeth.

Bulzar nodded appreciatively at their prompt obedience and threw each a full leg. Cianna caught hers as she was supposed to, but held it instead of eating it from the floor, as the Vendjomois girls were. Bulzar gave her an indulgent smile, but said nothing. Babalyn also picked up her fowl leg from where she'd dropped it, leaving a greasy smear on one plump breast.

They ate, the fowl, apatta, baked fruit and pastries, Bulzar for once permitting the girls to have as much as they wanted. Cianna stopped when she was satisfied, not wishing to feel bloated, and sat back on her heels, waiting as Bulzar and Babalyn consumed the dishes and the wine. Finished, he took a slow cup of sweet wine, then sat back on his couch with Ki'Lae and Zae-Sha cuddled to either side of him.

‘Time for our farewell bout,' he declared. ‘Now, I realise you are unlikely to be in the right frame of mind for such pleasures, so you may simply display while Ki'Lae and Zae-Sha attend to my cock, something rather special.'

‘Anything,' Cianna answered. ‘It is the least we owe you.'

‘Also a better way to spend the evening than in morose reflection,' he said. ‘I have considered, and decided on a sight I will long hold in my memory. I have always delighted in watching girls in the extremes of emotion, on a troll's cock, or under a dozen of the lash. Don't be concerned, I won't whip you tonight, as I have no wish to leave you sore. No, but I was amused the other night, at the way you played on the dunny. Tonight, I wish a similar show, but in the place of the pot you may use each others mouths.'

‘Not to dung in, please,' Cianna answered.

‘Not if you don't wish to,' he said casually. ‘As the other night, it is a pleasure to watch moments you would normally guard as your most intimate. I understand slave girls, you see, always wishing to have some part of their lives held back from their masters. Naturally I will have none of it, however considerate I may be in other matters. So, roll up the rug. Ki, Zae, clear the table, then put your pretty mouths to my cock.'

They obeyed, removing the rug to expose the bare tiles of the floor. With Bulzar's cock in Ki'Lae's mouth and his balls in Zae-Sha's, Cianna lay down spreading her thighs wide as Babalyn came to kneel beside her. For a moment they waited, watching the Vendjomois girls suck, until Bulzar's cock had begun to stiffen. Babalyn then climbed on, swinging her leg over, to poise the ripe bulge of her sex above Cianna's face.