Posted by wurdolak on July 28, 2000 at 00:50:28:
My horse shook his head and pawed the orange ground. Somehow he knew the ship was landing right before the streak of red and orange fire passed over twice. I shift the axe in my hand as the huge saucer silently approached and grew bigger, tilting slighly it cam to a full stop and settled to ground, three huge balls descended from the silver-grey troopship as it landed without raising a single wisp of dust.
My name then was Batavious Glascow, and I was a member of an advance scouting party. We had ridden mostly unseen, and had gathered a trove of information and something rare: a prisoner. I came to Moyadushka two years ago, and claimed Travelers Hospitality and lived with the Amazons for a season. The ramps came down from the bottom of the ship and the horses were ridden out. The poles starting falling and my horse whined and stepped back nervously as the poles thunked into the hard-packed earth and almost immediately troops slid down, some to retrieve the horses and others to assemble in ranks. Within 15 minutes the a thousand troops were on the ground and the fifty poles withdrew into their haches and closed, the ramps went up in unison and the ship rose soundlessly, the landing balls settling into their housings the only sound heard. The saucer tilted slightly, and slowly began to move off, down the valley before us and rising out of sight.
The men were counted in ranks and then dismissed to see to the gear. The Khorgans began passing out their weapons and gathering their mess gear. They had no rations, they needed none.
I slowly walked my horse to the commander's tent and sat and watched the activity around me. My nephew rode up with the others in my part and with the prisoner. I had gotten what information I could from her. She would be a specimen for Intelligence. But first the men would have to learn what they were up against.
I dismounted as a squad of Khorgan guards marched to form a guard around the tent. I dusted my armored legs and turned at a scream. One of the Khorgan guards had grabbed the prisoner by the breasts and before my nephew Julius could grab him the girl went up on her toes and effortlessly her breasts slipped from the guard's hand and she whirled on one foot and as she came around gave the guard a backhand slap that knocked him sprawling into the dust. He lay face down and blood was pouring from his ears and mouth. A comrade ran to him as he writhed and then lay still. The man looked up, "Krekus dorkat". He's dead. The woman stood, her chest heaving and her eyes shining with anger. Twenty spears were leveled at her. She did not notice the spears, only her victim.
I walked back to my horse and got my bow and quiver as the dead Khorgan was carried into the tent. I motioned for Julious to come over and spoke a fews words to him. He grinned slightly and parted the ring to talk to the young woman, her bronzed body gleaming in the double sunset. He spoke to her and pointed to me as I took a cup of water from an orderly. She smiled at me and bowed, her breasts heaving once again, this time in anticipation. I looked the Khorgans over selected one, a short fellow who looked like he had had no pussy since pussy had him, was the old saying, but the bulge beneath his loincloth was the most pronounced. The commander walked up and said, "Batavious, your report." I handed him the slate-grey tablet and he inserted it in his reader. "Interrogation and patrol report, sir". He looked up from the reader, "What is going on here?" I took the Khorgan by the arm as I passed him and said over my shoulder, "We are going to rape a prisoner, sir."
I strode to the woman through the circle of guards. She had flaming red hair and pale blue eyes that invited. I pointed to Julius and then to the Khorgan and spoke, "Zut komar?"
"Komar Alessia." Her voice was deep.
"I looked her over and said, "Alessia, bruta kamfar."
She smiled and bowed again, her breasts swaying slightly. I turned to the Khorgan and nodded my head towards the woman and patted my groin. He grinned as I turned and before I could pat him on the shoulder he was already taking his armor off.
They squared of in the ring of spears and immediately the man made a lunge at the girl. She had her hair braided in a long tress and swung it as she sidestepped and hit him in the face a stunning blow that brought the blood starting through his teeth. So she had a Wedding Ball in her braid, I thought and crossed my arms to watch the match. She whirled the long braid like a bolo and they circled, the Khorgan making a leap. The girl went to one knee and the man fell on her and slid face first to the ground. She turned as he pulled her feet from beneath her. And in an instant he was on top of her. All he had to do was hold her flat for three spear beats and she was his. And she was.
He slid down between her legs and with a jerk he pulled her to him and entered her and began to thrust, her arms beating the ground in time with his thrusts, the men beat their spears in the ground woth a drumming sound. Just he arched his back in orgasm she raised up, her bare teeth clenched and fell back and with her hips rising, almost lifted him from the ground, his head back and an ungodly scream came from his throat. Blood spurted from his groin and he fell back and rolled over, a wailing sob muffled in the ground and then he lay still.
Alessia raised her legs and bounded forward, landing on her feet. She was sweating and turned a full circle to make sure all the men saw what she held between her legs, and with a bow and flex of her stomach, she thrust her groin forward and ejected the bloody penis from her.
Twenty men raised twenty spears to hurl at her as she turned to face me. She spread her arms wide and I sent an arrow into her breast. She arched her back, up on her toes again and fell flat to the ground and lay quivering, then she was still.
I handed the bow to Julius and turned to the Commander. "Sir, have the girl taken into your tent and call the company commanders.
The map table was cleared and the woman's body laid on her back, her arms at her sides and her legs dangling over the edge. I stood at the head of the table and addressed the semi-circle of faces gathered around the table. The dead Khorgans lay sprawled in a corner. "Men, I lived one season with the enemy. What you saw with the Khorgan is called Bruta Kamfar. Sometimes they mate and kill their mates in this manner. Instruct the men that rape is not on the agenda." I swiped my finger across her cheek and her head rolled to one side. "They coat themselves for battle with what is called tuma oil. Close quarters combat is near impossible. Coat yourself and jump on your horse, he will leap forward and jump out from under you while you fall to the ground. A fifteen year old Modushkan Amazon is as strong as any one man in this army. They fight to kill and take no wounded prisoners. Their prisoners they take they use for breeding and discard." I took the braid and cut it from her head with my dagger as the arrow in
her chest swayed. "They weave these balls of lead into their hair, they are called wedding balls and are their idea of foreplay." The men laughed. The Commander looked at me and I nodded."Any questions?" he said. "Alright, post the guards and have the cooks light the fires. Give their dead brothers and the woman to the Khorgans. It's time for the evening meal. Dismissed."
(continued in PART 2)