Tales of
Erogenia
Based
on the online comic created by J.E. Draft.
Episode 3: The
Chapter
7: The
Curse
“There will be no mating
unless certain conditions are met,” Zenaria
stated. Sulia had been gone for
several hundred heartbeats and she doubted that Baugh would go back on his
word.
“Conditions?”
Baugh asked. “You said nothing
about conditions.”
“I want a proper
bath.” She pointed to the
small pool in the centre of Baugh’s
refuge. “That is not suitable
to my needs. And I want you cleaned
as well. I will not lie with
someone who smells like a baboon.”
Baugh’s face clouded
in anger, and he bared his teeth.
“You break your word.
It is not too late to bring back your
companion.”
“I do no such
thing. I gave my word to stay
as your mate, but nothing more. I
will go to your bed clean or not at all.”
Baugh’s snarl slowly
faded. “It shall be as you
say. There is a small pool farther
back in the rocks. We will both
bathe and then will enjoy our mating
feast. It will make the mating
that much more enjoyable.”
“There is one more
thing,” Zenaria said. “I
wish a proper mating bed, not some flea infested pile of
straw.”
Baugh shook his
head. “You make too many
demands. You seek merely to delay
our mating.”
“I gave my word and
I will keep it,” Zenaria returned, heatedly, “but you should not
expect me to adopt the standards of some animal simply because it is your
way.”
Baugh let out a very animal-like
growl. “You are much
trouble,” Baugh growled.
“I should have taken the other female.”
“You should have thought
of that before you forced me into this
agreement. Now show me your bathing
pool.”
As Baugh had promised the
pool was not far off. He led
her through the labyrinthine maze of rocks until they reached an open area
in the centre of which was a small pool.
It was not nearly as large as the pool in the idyllic spot where she
and Varden had met Sulia, but it was deep and clear and so far as Zenaria
could tell, free from vermin.
She splashed into the pool,
the cool water washing away the sweat grime, and dried blood from her
adventures. Baugh stood and watched
her. Beside him Saugh squatted
on his haunches and searched for nits.
Zenaria had a sudden urge to splash water on the gorilla, but decided
it might not be the best idea.
Instead she focused on scrubbing her skin clean, using a bit of fine
clean sand at the edge of the pool.
Baugh watched her rather
dubiously and then began to strip off his beads and ornaments, finishing
with his rather soiled loincloth.
From her position in the pool Zenaria stared appraisingly at what
was revealed. For such an unimposing
figure he was generously proportioned in the reproductive
area. However, nude he seemed
more ape-like than ever.
“What have I gotten myself
into?” she wondered.
The entire situation was not to her liking, but she had only herself
to blame. In seeking to save
Sulia she had pledged herself to a humiliating fate, but one that her sense
of honour would not allow her to escape.
Frowning, she watched as
Baugh eased himself into the pool, producing an immediate circle of grime
on its placid surface. Imitating
her, he splashed water over himself, even going so far as to duck his head
beneath the surface. However,
she noted that he kept to the shallow part of the pool and guessed that he
probably could not swim. Even
so, she was pleased to note that he made an effort to scrub himself clean
even as she tried to think of a way out of her bargain.
Unconsciously Zenaria delayed
her emergence from the pool until she noticed Baugh watching her from the
pool’s edge. Her skin beginning
to wrinkle, she tried not to think of what awaited her as she stepped from
the water and let the sun dry her.
From somewhere the ape-man had acquired a clean loincloth and he was
also holding something else.
“I have been saving
this for this day,” he said, holding it so that it draped down either
side of his hands.
Zenaria’s eyes
widened. There was no mistaking
what he was holding. She had
never seen so fine a pelt. But
even more remarkable was the fact that it was a leopard
skin. “This is quite
magnificent,” she said.
Strangely, she found herself tongue-tied and a bit embarrassed that
she did not have a gift in return.
Baugh’s merely
grunted. He waited, shifting
his weight from side to side while she arranged the fine
garment. It was softer than anything
she had ever worn and she took her time adjusting
it. Not normally one to be worried
about her attire provided it protected her in battle or prevented her from
getting sunburned; this time she carefully arranged the pelt, draping it
about her hips so that it left one long and very alluring leg bare to the
thigh while it hung to her knee on the other side.
It left her torso bare,
but Baugh also presented her with a necklace of ebony and ivory, and two
gold armbands that fit just above her
elbows. The final gift was an
anklet of tiny gold bells, similar to those worn by Baugh
himself.
Zenaria marvelled at the
ebony and ivory necklace. Strung
on a length of fine sinew it was composed of about four dozen pieces, each
carved in exquisite detail and depicting one of the many animals that frequented
the landscape of this strange land.
Baugh noticed her fascination
with it and nodded. “A trifle
I worked on to pass the time. Now
it is yours provided you carry out your part of the
bargain.”
Zenaria adjusted the necklace
about her neck. The largest of
the ivory carvings, that of a lion, hung between her
breasts. Strangely she felt a
blush stealing over her as Baugh’s gaze was drawn to
her. Her sudden uncharacteristic
attack of self-consciousness, however, quickly
passed. There was no change in
her attitude toward the ape-master in spite of the
gifts. And his last comment raised
her hackles.
“I am a warrior of
the Snow Leopard and I gave my word,” she
bristled. “I will not break
it.” Baugh’s bad-tempered
demeanour did nothing to endear her to
him. Even had he not been the
ugliest creature she had ever seen she doubted that she could have liked
him.
As she finished arranging
the last of Baugh’s gifts, Baugh motioned that she should follow
him. “Come, the mating feast
awaits.”
As the tropical night descended
Baugh led her back to his tiny cave, and she found that in her absence a
feast of sorts had been prepared.
As before there was a large variety of fruit and nuts and along with
a few special delicacies.
“What are these?”
Zenaria asked indicating a small pile of yellowish-white organisms piled
on a large leaf. All of them
were still moving.
“Larvae of the palm
borer,” Baugh answered, taking one and popping it into his
mouth. Very tasty both raw and
cooked. I prefer them
fresh.” He picked up another
and presented it to Zenaria.
“Try one.”
Zenaria couldn’t help
noticing the juice running through his teeth, but bravely accepted his
offering. She had eaten many
different and unusual foods in the last two years, but had never eaten anything
that was still alive; at least not on
purpose. However, she followed
Baugh’s example and bit down on the wriggling creature, allowing the
insides to spurt over her tongue.
It was not as bad as she
feared, in fact had she been starving she would have found it quite
tasty. However, she quickly picked
up a large ripe fruit and bit into it allowing the sweet pulp to wash away
the taste of the grub. Baugh
shrugged, his lip curling in a sneer and then he picked up a handful, popping
them into his mouth with obvious relish.
As Zenaria got rid of the
taste in her mouth Baugh placed a crude cup made from the husk of a coconut
in front of her.
“Here,” he
grinned. “Try
this. It makes everything go
down better.” He lifted
what appeared to be a waterskin and poured a dark brown liquid into
it.
Tentatively she picked it
up and held it to her nose. The
smell almost put her under, inducing an immediate coughing
spell. “Wha…what is
this?” she gasped, setting the cup down.
“It is called
shugo. Distilled from the root
of the kaba tree.” He picked
up the cup and tossed it back, grinning as he wiped his mouth of the back
of his hand. “Try
it.” He refilled the cup
and handed it back.
Zenaria raised the
cup. This time she did not make
the mistake of smelling it. Raising
it to her lips she swallowed.
It was like swallowing
fire. Tears came to her eyes
and her nose filled with mucus. The
shugo burned all the way down, hitting her stomach like a bucket of hot
coals. “Oohh!” she
gasped. “That’s
good!”
She held out the cup for
more and downed it in a single gulp, relishing the fiery glow that spread
through her body.
“Rahlu’s water,” Baugh said, baring his teeth in what
was probably supposed to be a grin.
Zenaria found herself grinning
back and helped herself to a handful of small brown
nuts. It wasn’t good to
drink on an empty stomach and she found that the day’s activities had
helped her work up quite an appetite.
She was also mindful of the fact that once the meal was over she would
have to follow through on her promise.
It was now almost dark and the only light was from a small fire that
had been kindled in front of Baugh’s
cave. However, there was a full
skin of shugo and she intended to drink as much of it as she could, to delay
the inevitable if nothing else.
Several thousand heartbeats
later Zenaria shook the skin in
disappointment. “Nuffing
left,” she slurred.
“Gotny more?”
Baugh burped
loudly “I wouldn’t
want you to pass out. You have
a pact to honour tonight.”
“Yessh,” Zenaria
replied leaning across the rock that served as a
table. “A
pact.” For the strangest
reason Baugh suddenly seemed much more attractive although logic told her
that he hadn’t changed at all from when she had first met
him. But somehow she wasn’t
very inclined to be very logical at the moment.
“Come,” Baugh
said, stretching out his hand and getting to his
feet. “It is time to go
to the mating bed.”
Zenaria got to her feet,
swaying slightly, but not at all afraid or
repulsed. A familiar and powerful
warmth spread through her loins and she followed Baugh willingly as he guided
her to his small cave. The light
of the fire had now burned so low that only a few glowing coals remained
and she clung to Baugh’s hand as he guided her to his simple sleeping
pallet.
“Now, princess, we
complete our bargain,” Baugh said as he pulled her
down. In the darkness she could
only just make out the outline of his body, but she could feel his hands
upon her as he pulled her toward him.
His hands touched her shoulders
and then moved to the heavy ivory and ebony
necklace. Gently he lifted it
over her head and set it on the floor of the
cave. Then he removed the leopard
skin skirt he had given her. His
hands were gentle on her body, surprisingly so considering his uncouth
appearance. His hands cupped
her heavy breasts, his thumbs circling the nipples.
Zenaria moaned as her nipples
hardened. Her loins ached, the
tender centre of her body throbbing with
anticipation. She touched his
powerful shoulders, running her hands down his muscular arms as he leaned
toward her and licked her left nipple, teasing the ripening
bud. Her hands went lower and
found the ties to his loincloth.
Her nimble fingers worked them
loose. Her head abuzz, Zenaria
was seized with an ever growing feeling of
desire. Her hands found his
thickening male organ and her breath quickened in excitement and
expectation. She pushed him back,
shifting her body so that he could continue to pleasure her breasts while
she positioned herself over him.
She was already incredibly wet and she dipped her first two fingers
inside her, bringing them out to touch the tip of Baugh’s swollen cock.
The thick member throbbed
with readiness as she lubricated it, dipping inside herself
a second time and then raising
her body a little higher as she guided herself onto his pulsing
staff. Baugh moaned and gripped
her backside, pulling her into him as he penetrated
her. But Zenaria maintained control,
lowering herself onto him and then pulling back, each time easing herself
a little further onto his rigid member.
With a sudden and powerful
movement of his body, Baugh thrust up, timing his action with Zenaria’s
downward motion. She cried out
in surprise and pain as he tore into her.
She pushed her hands against his deep chest and arched backward,
attempting to escape the sudden pain.
But he held her tight and thrust again, driving deep within
her. She cried out again and
then let him take her as a wave of pleasure swept over
her. Caught between pleasure
and pain, Zenaria groaned as Baugh held her and drove upward again and
again. As her cries of passion
increased, he rolled her over, pinned her arms over her head and ploughed
her furrow until she screamed in release.
Baugh grunted as he too reached climax and then rolled to one side
breathing heavily.
It was about as hard and
crude a mating as she had ever experienced, but there was something else
about it she could not quite define.
At the height of her desire she had experienced a strange
tingling. Caught up in her own
passion, she had barely noticed it, but now it came back to
her. She remembered that sensation
from before when she and Varden had encountered the powerful sorcerers of
Jingua; it was the tingle of magic, and although she knew that Baugh was
obviously a powerful shaman, she wondered what it had to do with their
mating.
Beside her Baugh was breathing
hard. She could feel the heat
of his body as he lay beside her, but he made no effort to move closer to
her; instead his breathing slowed as he drifted toward
sleep. The effects of the shugo
still had her head spinning as she was suddenly
exhausted. Perhaps it was the
combination of the drink, the mating, and the ordeal of the last few days,
but she could not keep her eyes open.
Falling back she let sleep take
her.
Someone was driving a spike
between her eyes. Biting back
a moan of pain she forced her eyes open and pushed herself into a sitting
position. It was still dark in
the cave, but there was no doubt about where Baugh
was. She could hear his heavy
snoring just a yard away. For
a heartbeat she considered strangling him but decided that would require
too much effort and would certainly be a blot upon her
honour. Instead she got to her
feet, and stepping carefully to avoid Baugh, exited the
cave.
Outside dawn was just beginning
to edge over the top of the cliffs that sheltered Baugh’s
hideaway. She found her way to
the small pool and splashed water over her face, head, and shoulders until
the painful throbbing in her head diminished a
little. She shivered a little
as the water dried on her skin, but she felt a little
better. She could do nothing
about the soreness between her legs, but she washed away the sweat and stickiness
that covered her body.
She considered what had
happened to her. She could only
account for her behaviour by assuming that she had been ensorcelled or
drugged. True, she had promised
to mate with Baugh in order to save Sulia, but the mating had been a little
bit more than she expected. To
describe her response as enthusiastic would have been an understatement and
she was more than a little chagrined.
“That’s the last
time,” she muttered.
“I’ve kept my promise, and Sulia should be safe enough provided
Baugh has kept his.”
There was a problem behind
that thought. It was entirely
possible that Sulia was not safe.
She only had Baugh’s word that she was, and the ape master did
not strike her as a man who could be
trusted. The question was would
he let her go? Just a few yards
away Saugh was munching on the last of the mating
feast. The huge gorilla would
be a formidable opponent even if she could find a way to overcome Baugh’s
magic. And then there were the
hordes of baboons.
A movement at the edge of
the cave brought her little reverie to an
end. She could no longer hear
Baugh’s snoring and guessed that he must have
awakened. She turned toward him
and stared in disbelief.
“What…who are
you?” she stammered.
The man who stood before
her was definitely not Baugh, but he wore the new white loincloth she had
insisted he put on as well as the shaman’s body ornaments and carried
his staff. However, the clothing
and possessions were the only similarity.
This man stood almost as tall as Zenaria and had the same dark skin
and patrician features that characterised
Sulia. There was no mistaking
that he was Urulanan or at the very least a tribe closely related to
them.
The man
grinned. “You know me as
Baugh, the ape master, but I was once known as Qirlan, Rahlu’s
servant.”
Zenaria continued to stare,
quite perplexed and Qirlan laughed again.
“I see you do not understand.
That is not surprising. I
will explain while we eat.” He
motioned to the rock that Baugh used as a dining
table.
Zenaria had not been at
all favourably disposed toward Baugh, not after what he had forced her into,
but there was something about Qirlan she found extremely
irritating. The man radiated
arrogance and insincerity. And
his comment about being both Baugh and Qirlan made her skin
prickle. She was getting very
fed up with her life being controlled by sorcerers, a point she made clear
by her reply.
“I will dress first,”
Zenaria replied. “Then we
will talk.”
She strode to the cave and
found her leopard skin skirt and the ornaments Baugh had given
her. She carefully arranged them,
and picking up her sword, which she found in a corner of the cave, she retuned
to the outside. She was carrying
the long blade in her hand and Qirlan frowned as he saw
it.
“That will do you no
good against me. Now that I am
restored I am even more powerful than Baugh.”
“It was my father’s
blade,” Zenaria replied, her tone matching
his. “It goes where I
go. Give me the materials to
make a sheath and harness and I will wear it
properly.”
Qirlan shrugged at her reply,
seemingly unconcerned; not surprising for a shaman of his
power. He sat down across from
her and waited for the proposed meal to
arrive.
As before the baboons brought
food, scampering down the steep vine-covered walls, each carrying some small
morsel. However, there were so
many of them that the stone table was soon well
stocked. Once again it was primarily
fruit and nuts, along with some tubers and a number of
insects. By this time Zenaria
was longing for meat and wishing the baboons were more into hunting rather
than gathering. However, she
decided to make the best of it and sat across from
Qirlan.
As he had promised Qirlan
told his story as they ate.
“Many years ago I was a young man, studying the arts of nature
and the universe. I progressed
rapidly and promised to become the most powerful shaman the Urulana had ever
produced. As you have cause to
know I was able to establish a strong communion with the elements of
nature. Unfortunately, I was
overcome by a weakness common to many young
men. I became enamoured of the
most beautiful woman of the tribe, Latania, the Queen to be, the First Princess
of the Urulana. The problem was
that I was only a lowly novice shaman and not worthy of her notice; much
less taking her to my bed, but I devised a plan; one that I suspect you can
guess.”
“You gave her shugo,”
Zenaria said accusingly.
“I see I was not wrong
in supposing you to be an intelligent woman,” Qirlan replied as he took
another handful of nuts. He seemed
completely unabashed by his confession.
In fact he seemed almost proud of it.
Zenaria decided to say nothing
about what Sulia had told her, hoping that Qirlan’s story would give
her more detail so she waited until he continued.
“It was still no easy
task. Somehow I had to get the
princess alone and somewhere private.
Since she rarely went anywhere without her Companion Guard that was
not easy. But my desire for her
was so strong that I was willing to take almost any
chance.”
“Companion Guard?”
Zenaria asked.
“A number of young
men and women close in age to the princess and selected both for their
companionship and outstanding physical and mental
qualities. They are pledged to
accompany her and protect her virtue at any cost.”
“Hmm,” Zenaria
grunted. That certainly described
the young men and women who had been with Sulia when they
met. It had not occurred to her
to inquire as to the nature of Sulia’s relationship with her fellow
warriors, but now that Qirlan had described them it all made a little more
sense.
“It was not easy to
separate Latania from her companions, but I devised a
plan. As a shaman I frequently
accompanied expeditions into the wild to observe animal behaviour and collect
rare and interesting plants. It
was easy for me to obtain permission to accompany the princess and her companions
on one of their hunting trips. What
was not so easy was to get her alone, but I finally devised a
way.”
“I noted that it was
her custom to patrol the camp each night and make sure that the boma was
secure as well speak to those posted as
guards. It was an easy matter
for me to take my turn as one of those guards and then let her come to
me.”
Zenaria had to consciously
control the urge to curl her lip at Qirlan’s
confession. His manner was so
boastful and arrogant that she could barely contain herself, but she remembered
that she was completely in his power and anything she learned about him might
be used to her advantage. If
what he was telling her was any guideline he doubted that he would let her
go. Even worse, she now doubted
that he had released Sulia. Most
likely his baboon minions were holding her prisoner somewhere nearby for
when he tired of seducing just one woman.
“It was quite dark
in the area that I had chosen as my post, and as expected the princess came
to speak to me just before retiring for the
night. I had several plans in
mind for achieving my goal, the most extreme amounting to force, but it did
not come to that. Instead the
princess fell completely into my trap.
As she spoke to me before retiring I offered her a drink from my
waterskin. What I did not tell
her was that the water had been liberally mixed with
shugo. It took only a single
swallow and she was caught. It
took little persuasion from me to convince her to move apart the section
of the boma in front of us and retire with me to a refuge I had selected
earlier in the day. There Latania
and I finished the rest of the shugo and I think you know what happened after
that.
“You drugged and then
ravished your princess,” Zenaria
responded. “How very
noble.”
“Actually I did not
ravish her,” Qirlan laughed.
“She was most willing.”
“Just as I was most
willing,” Zenaria remarked.
Inside she was burning with rage, but she held herself in check, well
aware that any attack on this smirking thug would need to catch him completely
off-guard, and in spite of Qirlan’s seemingly relaxed manner she noted
that he never took his eyes off her.
“Precisely,” Qirlan
agreed, ignoring her jibe.
“Unfortunately I had not thought through the consequences of
my actions. I had deflowered
an Urulana princess, but I had not thought what to do after my lust was
satisfied.
Latania awoke in my arms
and immediately understood what had
happened. I can tell you that
she was far from happy. She
immediately called for her companions and they came at a
run. As I mentioned, I was a
promising young shaman, but I was far from as powerful as I am
now. I was overpowered, and bound
strongly with rope and marched back to my village.”
Qirlan continued, his deep
brown eyes fixed on Zenaria: his mocking smile seemingly daring her to try
to escape. “As you might
imagine the Urulanan queen, Latania’s mother, was far from
pleased. The first in line to
succeed her had been dishonoured and could no longer be
queen. I expected to be put to
death in the most painful manner, and in fact there was much debate as to
what would be the most painful way to put me to
death. But it was my old master,
the Urulana shaman who devised the cruellest
punishment. It was decided to
lay a curse upon me that would amount to a living
death.
No doubt my teacher’s
anger at betraying the trust of my people inspired
him. After the queen had satisfied
her anger by having me flogged until I was crippled he then laid a great
curse upon me. He turned me into
the creature I was when you first saw me.
Part man, part ape, cursed with the name of Baugh and condemned to
live forever in the shape of an ape.
But even worse he added a special twist to the spell, holding out
hope that I might be relieved of the
curse. It was the cruellest thing
he could have done, because the in order to lift the curse I had to convince
a maiden of royal blood to voluntarily come to my
bed. For over three hundred years
I waited, but I could not go in search of a princess; the curse bound me
to this rocky haven the territory of the baboons, and here I was forced to
wait. But I was not
idle. I had three centuries to
perfect my powers and each year I learned more until I became very
powerful. I am now the most powerful
shaman who has ever lived and thanks to you I now live again, free from the
hideous guise I was forced to assume.”
A chill ran down Zenaria’s
spine, but it was burned away by her barely suppressed
anger. “And now that the
curse has been lifted?” she asked through clenched
teeth.
“Now my warrior princess
you and I will return to the Urulana and repay them for
my three centuries of
torment.”
“Repay
them? The queen and shaman who
punished you are long dead. You
are barely remembered and considered a child’s
tale.”
“They will find out
that I am not,” Qirlan said, his mocking voice rising in
anger. “I will return and
they will become my slaves, forced to serve me even as the baboons and other
apes do. I will take the Urulanan
princess and ravish her in front of the entire
tribe. Then I will do the same
with their queen and other nubile young women until I have satisfied my lust
and anger. Any who resist will
be killed.”
The reference to the Urulanan
princess confirmed Zenaria’s
suspicions. “What have you
done with Sulia?” Zenaria asked.
“I know that you have not kept your
word.”
Qirlan
grunted. “Of course I have
the princess. She will be most
useful as a hostage and it will be so enjoyable when I shove my cock into
her backside while the elders of her tribe watch.”
“You are filth,”
Zenaria growled, tightening her grip on her
sword. “You possess great
powers and use them to cause harm.
The gods will curse you.”
“They already have,”
Qirlan sneered. “And you
will pay for that remark. Now
put down your sword or I promise that you will never see Princess Sulia
again.”
The baboons around her crowded
closer as the shaman finished speaking and the vines covering the walls rustled
ominously, but it was the threat to Sulia that made Zenaria surrender her
blade. With a look of contempt
she threw it into the dust.
Qirlan gestured and grunted
in the barking language of the baboons.
Several of the animals surged forward and clutched at
Zenaria. She caught one by the
scruff of its neck and threw it across the compound, bouncing it off the
cliff wall. Immediately several
more attacked her, but she slammed her fist into one as it leaped for her
throat, caught another by its throat and used it as a weapon to bludgeon
another, and kicked another out of the
air. The remaining baboons halted
their attacked and circled her, growling, their fangs
bared.
“Enough,” Qirlan
shouted. “You will hold
still and let my minions bind you or I will punish the
princess.”
Zenaria turned toward Qirlan,
holding her anger in check with difficulty, but she did as he said and stood
waiting while the baboons moved toward her, several of them carrying
ropes. Five quick steps and she
could reach the shaman, but she suspected she would never make
it. A coward like Qirlan would
never expose himself to any real danger.
Meekly she waited while the baboons pulled her arms behind her back
and bound her wrists and arms tightly.
The baboons proved surprisingly
adept at tying knots. They tied
her wrists and then bound her arms just above the elbows, pulling it tight
across the elbows and crisscrossing across her
breasts. They finished by tying
a short tether between her ankles.
“An excellent job,”
Qirlan commented. “Who would
have thought they could be so
talented?” He stepped forward
and picked up her sword. “We
have wasted enough time. Today
we march on the Urulana. In three
days they will have a new ruler and for the first time it will not be a
queen.”
With baboons escorting her
front and rear Zenaria followed Qirlan out through the winding maze of
boulders. She was seething with
anger, but fought to remain calm.
She cursed herself for having allowed Qirlan to have his way with
her for nothing. Had she not
been so noble the shaman would still be trapped in the body of an
ape. Something was very wrong
with her
cha
that she was constantly being punished for her
actions. But she knew that she
and Varden had killed a great many innocent men by mistake and still had
a number of lives to account for.
Almost certainly before things got better they were going to get
worse.
Sulia was waiting in a side
canyon halfway out of the maze.
Like Zenaria she was trussed up and guarded by a phalanx of
baboons. “Two princesses,”
Qirlan smirked. “Both of
whom offered themselves to me. Who
would have thought it possible after three hundred years of waiting?”
He barked a command to the
baboons and then turned back to the two
warriors. “Follow me, and
try to keep up. If you lag I
will have you dragged.”
As it turned out keeping
up with the baboons wasn’t too difficult even hobbled and with their
arms and wrists bound, but Zenaria found it incredibly humiliating, the trek
bringing back memories of other times she had been enslaved, particularly
the first time when she had been taken to the slave markets of Sandakar and
exhibited like some prize animal.
However, the baboons did not walk in a straight
line. There were hundreds of
them and they foraged as they moved, stopping frequently to dine on grubs,
insects, and various plants.
Qirlan moved at their speed,
a pace that Zenaria and Sulia could match in spite of their
bonds. Unlike the baboons, however,
they could not forage and as neither of them had had anything to eat they
were soon very hungry. Zenaria
had drunk at the tiny spring, but she guessed that Sulia had not, however,
the Urulana princess did not complain, but slogged steadily on, her eyes
filled with hate and fear as she stared at
Qirlan.
Fortunately, Qirlan wanted
both of his captives in good health and he stopped at halfway through the
morning to feed and water his captives.
He made no effort to untie them and even accompanied them when they
moved off the trail to relieve
themselves. For Zenaria it was
an all too familiar experience, but she still found it mortifying and expected
that Sulia was similarly humiliated.
Once again they were headed
toward the
“After I have publicly
humiliated the queen it will be your
turn. I think I will take you
up your backside the first time and then relieve you of your
virginity. After that I will
have the white warrior take me into her mouth as a further demonstration
of my power.”
Zenaria was horrified and
disgusted by his comments, but even worse, she was certain that Qirlan was
going to be able to carry them out.
She had no idea how big Sulia’s village was or how formidable
its fortifications, but she doubted that it would be able to withstand
Qirlan’s ape army. Baboons
by the hundreds accompanied them and as they progressed they were joined
by more and more of the huge gorillas until there were at least a score of
the huge beasts. The entire army
moved slowly, but Qirlan seemed in no
hurry. He had said it would take
three days to reach the Urulana village and even though progress was erratic
they moved closer to their destination with every
step.
They stop at
“Just a day’s
walk,” Sulia answered, “But we are moving so slowly it will probably
be more like three or four days.”
Three or four
days. It was a long time to be
trussed up. Already the ropes
were cutting into Zenaria’s wrists and her hands were beginning to
swell. She would be almost crippled
by the time they reached their destination and not in much condition to
fight. And that was assuming
Qirlan let his guard down long enough to let her get
loose. Somehow she had to find
a way to get Qirlan to untie them.
The chance came in late
afternoon. Qirlan had called
a halt, the final one for the day.
While he supervised the setting up of the
Finally, as the camp neared
its completion, Qirlan strode over to them a strange smirk on his arrogant
features. “Are you going
to untie us?” Zenaria asked, before he could
speak. “If you don’t
Sulia and I will be too crippled to be much of a
prize.”
“You have a point,”
the shaman answered. “A
very good point. I want you
humiliated, but not so broken that you are of no
value. I will see that you are
untied, but first there is something you and the princess are going to do
for me.”
As he finished speaking,
he untied his loincloth revealing a penis well on the way to a full
erection. Zenaria clenched her
teeth. “And if we do not?”
she asked.
Qirlan smiled
cruelly. “Let me show you
something.” He looked out
beyond the boma and made a strange braying
noise. There was silence and
then the sound of hooves and a short time later one of the strange striped
horses that Sulia had called zebras galloped into
view. At Qirlan’s command
an opening was made in the circle of thorns and the zebra stepped
through.
The animal was a stallion
and obviously in a state of arousal.
Zenaria looked at its huge sexual organ and shuddered, guessing what
the shaman had in mind.
Qirlan’s grin widened and he
laughed. “You see that I
can command more than just apes.
When the Urulana are attacked they will be set upon by almost every
sort of animal. They will stand
no chance. However, that was
not why I summoned the zebra.”
Zenaria’s eyes were
fixed on the stallion, which was pawing the ground and rolling its eyes
wildly. She tried not to think
about a certain other part of its anatomy, but Qirlan was not
fooled. “I had intended
to wait until my conquest of the Urulana is complete before deflowering the
princess, but it is not critical that I do
so. I will have it done now,
to both of you if you do not do as I command.
Zenaria’s eyes blazed
and her magnificent chest heaved.
She doubted that she had ever hated anyone as much as she hated Qirlan,
but she knew she was beaten.
“I will do it,” she said, “but you must spare
Sulia.”
“You will both do
it. If either of you refuses
then the stallion shall have both of you.”
Zenaria swallowed and Qirlan
laughed again. He knew he had
her. Fighting back tears of rage
she went to her knees.
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