‘Wonderful!’ Sulitea crowed. ‘That’s right, titties too. You do look comic, Cianna! Put another one in, up your bottom!’
‘My bottom?’ Cianna answered.
‘Why not?’ Sulitea giggled. ‘Come, I want to see how absurd you look, with a fat yellow fruit in each hole!’
Despite a fresh, sharper pang of shame, Cianna reached out to twist a new fruit from the bunch. Realising that what she was being made to do was likely to get messy, she tugged off her dress, tossing it to one side. Now nude but for her short boots and necklace, she knelt once more, with her bottom stuck well up. Placing the banana on the leathery surface between her knees, she reached back behind herself with both hands, pulling the cheeks of her bottom wide to put her ring on full show. Using her longest finger, she touched her anus, feeling the tight little muscle twitch in anticipation of what was coming. Her face was burning with blushes, and she could her the slapping sound of Aeisla masturbating Sulitea.
Still with one hand stretching her bottom wide, she put the other in her mouth, all four fingers, to collect as much saliva as she could, slapping it between her buttocks and onto her anus. Letting her ring relax, she touched it again, finding the flesh wet with spittle. Her finger went in, probing the tight, hot hole, and Sulitea sighed with pleasure, then giggled.
For a moment Cianna fingered her bottom, pushing deep into the slimy cavity of her rectum, to lubricate her ring properly, until the flesh was puffy and soft, the hole slack enough to take the thick banana. She had been buggered, caught in the woods by three of the boys from the village and made to take one in each of her holes. Despite the breach of a strong taboo, she had been pleading for it deeper and harder by the time the one up her bottom had come, yet the use of her anus still filled her with shame. Now she had been told to do it, which made it so much easier as she took the firm, cock-like fruit and pressed the tip to her slimy bumhole.
For a moment it hurt, as her ring stretched, and then it was in, sliding up her, to fill her rectum as her vagina was filled, leaving her feeling gloriously bloated sexually, as well as lewd. Sticking her bottom high, she wiggled it, showing off what she had done to herself.
‘Oh but doesn’t she look funny?’ Sulitea laughed. ‘Come, Aeisla, up with your dress. I want to touch you too. Cianna, masturbate, but you are not to come until I say.’
‘Yes, Mistress,’ Cianna managed.
There was the rustle of cloth behind her as Cianna began to show off, probing her holes with the bananas and rubbing at her sex and breasts, to keep herself on heat but short of orgasm. Behind her, peering back between her dangling breasts and spread thighs, she could see Sulitea and Aeisla, kissing, their fingers busy between each other’s thighs. Both had their breasts out, plump and pale in the light of the dying sun, the nipples straining out in their arousal. Despite their passion, both had their eyes open, fixed on the rude display Cianna was making of her rear view.
Knowing it would not be long before she was permitted to come, she began to rub her nipples against the leathery skin beneath her. She had a thumb to her clitoris, teasing the little bud as she pushed the bananas in and out of her gaping holes. Fluid was trickling down over her sex, leaking from both vagina and anus as she probed herself. She rubbed it in, over her clitoris, bringing her right to the edge of orgasm, even as she saw Sulitea’s thighs lock on Aeisla’s hand.
Cianna rubbed harder, shutting her eyes, feeling her sex and anus squeeze on the intruding bananas. She was coming, in blinding ecstasy, rubbing frantically, with one banana pushed deep up, in her bumhole, as her contractions squeezed the other slowly from her sex, a glorious rude feeling as she called out her Mistress’ name in wanton bliss.
When she at last opened her eyes, it was to find Sulitea knelt between Aeisla’s legs, licking busily, with her broad white bottom lifted high and bare. Aeisla was smiling, and stroking Sulitea’s blonde curls, and as she saw Cianna, she beckoned. Cianna came close without hesitation, to take one heavy breast and start to suckle, kissing and mouthing at Aeisla’s erect nipple.
The light was fading fast, and as the sun finally sank into the sea, Cianna caught the outline of a great double mountain against the red orb, a plume of smoke rising from one peak, for a second, before her sight was blotted out by plump breast flesh. Sulitea’s hand found her bottom, touching the banana stem which was all that protruded from Cianna’s anus.
They tumbled together, licking and groping, their fingers and tongues probing at wet holes, lips kissing other lips, nipples and wet, open sexes. Aeisla came, her sex pushed in Sulitea’s face, Cianna’s head pressed between her breasts. With that they came apart, to finish the flask of mead together in the darkness, before once more coming together. They quickly became passionate again, giggling with drink, Sulitea and Aeisla bottom up as Cianna licked their holes. Cianna was buggered, held by Aeisla as if by man, the fat yellow fruit fed in and out of her rectum until she was panting out her lust into Sulitea’s breasts. With her bottom thoroughly used, she was allowed to pull out the banana, and made to suck it, to the sound of giggles of disgust and delight in equal measures.
From then, the sex became ever more lewd and uninhibited. For the first time, Sulitea kissed Cianna’s sex, sucking at her clitoris to bring on a second orgasm. Cianna responded in kind, while to her delight Aeisla licked the sloppy orifice of her bottom ring, tongue burrowed deep up, to provide the most exquisite feelings as Sulitea came in her face.
Again and again they came together, in combinations ever more lewd and intimate, indifferent to status or taboos, all three nude but for boots. Drunk and dirty, slimy with each other’s juices and their own, they were lost to everything except the pleasure of each other’s bodies. Cianna had even mounted Aeisla’s face, eyes shut in bliss as her tuppenny and bottom ring where licked, when the demon lurched, banking steeply, to send them sprawling across the cage.
Cianna screamed in shock. as her shoulder hit the edge of the cage. Wood snapped. She clutched at a spar, almost upside down, hearing Sulitea’s scream of command, jolted, screaming again as the spar snapped in her hand, falling, striking the leathery surface of the demon’s wing, which rose, squirming beneath her and she was rolling, clutching at the wing, then at nothing, screaming, tumbling through air, jolted hard, and still, in blackness.
She lay dazed, too shocked to moved, vaguely aware of the cries of Sulitea and Aeisla, then the thunderous crash of the demon’s wingbeat, once, twice and no more. Only slowly did awareness of her surroundings penetrate. The darkness, not absolute, but with the pale crescent of a small moon showing above her, and clouds scudding across a starlit sky. She was on hard earth, in long grass, which a fresh wind whipped against her bare skin. There was scent too, grass seed, animal dung, and something else, something as familiar as it was horrifying. The musk of goblins.
It was gone as soon as it had come, snatched away on the wind. Still it was enough to drag her from her shock, her mind full of awful images of what would happen if she was caught. Images of being dragged down and ravished where she lay, with their grotesque cocks in every hole, to be left sperm sodden and in all likelihood pregnant. With her fear rising quickly, she scrambled through the grass, feeling before her in the hope of shelter, near to panic, only to stop, realising the futility of her actions. Forcing herself to calm, she took a firm grip on her necklace
For a moment she considered calling for Sulitea and Aeisla, only to decide that her voice would either be lost on the wind, that or summon the goblins or some yet worse beasts. Besides, the demon had flown on, she was sure of it, and equally sure that they would search for her in the morning. Deciding to stay still, she curled her body into a tight ball, praying to her ancestors that she could come through the night unharmed.
Chapter Two
As dawn came up Cianna found herself in a world of grass and rock and air, a wide open hillside, with the sighing wind whipping at her skirts and sending broken cloud scudding across the sky. To all sides was a sea of long yellow-green
grass, stretching to the haze of horizon, broken only by jagged pinnacles of grey rock and the vast double peak in the distance, with its ragged plume of smoke. Of the demon, Sulitea and Aeisla there was no sign, save an area of flattened grass, and at one place twin gouges in the black earth of the hill. No trace of human habitation was visible, not so much as a hut or a track
Her first thought was to wait, convinced that they would return for her, but as the sun rose into the sky she became ever less hopeful. Of Sulitea’s faith she had no doubt, but other thoughts began to intrude, of disaster, with the demon dissipating a thousand feet above the ground, or of capture, with the girls stunned from their rough landing, and taken, gagged and bound before they could resist. The first did not bear thinking about, the second suggested that she herself should seek out people and hope to be brought together again. The more likely choice, that they had simply lost her in the darkness and confusion, suggested she look for a village or at least a house.
Finally deciding that it was pointless to sit waiting in the grass any longer, she got up, brushed herself down and set off, walking down the slope. As she entered a sheltered dip she once more caught the scent of goblins. Quickly fighting down the immediate pang of lust the scent brought her, she left it for more open ground where she would be able to run before the smell of their musk overcame her. With her need for shelter growing ever more urgent, she began to hurry, yet when the irregular shape of a horse and rider finally appeared far out across the grass, she felt as much fear as relief.
The fear grew as the rider changed direction, clearly having seen her. She stopped, waiting, one hand over her sex in an instinctive gesture of protection and concealment, the other working at her necklace. He came closer, and she realised that his face and hands were dark, and grey-black, the colour of charcoal. She almost ran, only to remember that Sulitea had said the people of the south were dark skinned and hold herself. He also seemed small, and was certainly thin, as if poorly fed.
Pulling the horse to a stop a good hundred paces from Cianna, the man dismounted. She watched, cautiously, as he dug in his saddle bag. Pulling out what appeared to be a leaf, he unrolled it, revealing a dark shape. He approached, holding out the brown lump, his face set in a crafty leer. Cianna caught a scent on the breeze, sweet and rich, like honey. Instinctively she licked her lips and the man’s grin grew broader.
‘Here, my pretty,’ he said. ‘I have toffee, fine sweet toffee, for you.’
‘Food?’ Cianna answered. ‘Thank you, you are kind.’
‘You speak?’ the man said, his expression immediately changing to surprise, mingled with disappointment.
‘I speak,’ Cianna confirmed, struggling to comprehend his accent but catching the meaning easily enough.
‘You are no nymph then. A half-breed? An albino?’
‘None of these. I am Cianna, a human girl, shipwrecked on your coast.’
‘Shipwrecked? We are fifty leagues from the sea!’
Cianna shrugged, not knowing what to say.
‘You are no Makean, that is plain,’ he went on. ‘Nor from any land I know. How is it that your skin is white and your hair red?’
‘How is it that you skin is the colour of burnt wood and your hair black as coal?’ Cianna responded.
The man looked puzzled, then laughed, holding out the toffee once more.
‘You are human, that is plain,’ he said. ‘You may as well have this anyway.’
‘Anyway?’ Cianna asked, taking it cautiously and sniffing at it.
‘It’s not poisoned,’ the man said. ‘It was to stop your teeth while I fucked you.’
‘You mean to fuck me?’
‘I did, naturally. What else would I do with some strange nymph hybrid? I think I might anyway.’
‘You might?’ Cianna responded. ‘You want to ravish me?’
‘What’s to stop me?’
‘You are small, and seem undernourished. Are you sure you could achieve me?’
‘Not for certain, no. What say we fuck anyway? It has been a month since I have seen a woman.’
‘Why would I wish to fuck with you?’
‘You might not, granted, so let me express myself another way. I have shelter, and there are goblins hereabouts, living in crevices beneath the tors. You have smelt them perhaps?’
Cianna nodded.
‘And you know what goblins do to girls like you, don’t you?’
Again Cianna nodded.
‘Just so. And if in the day you can escape them, they’ll get you tonight. They can smell human cunt just as you can smell their musk. Once they catch you, you won’t be able to resist for a moment, will you? No, you’ll be sucking and jerking at them like a greedy little slut, and flaunting yourself for their attention. Think, fat green cocks well up your cunt, your arsehole too, until every one has had his fill. Then they’ll drag you down underground for further use, fucked and buggered in some dank earth lined chamber, fed on worms and goblin sperm…’
‘Very well, you may have me in return for shelter,’ Cianna babbled quickly.
‘A wise choice,’ he answered, dropping the toffee down on a rock, ‘and if we are to enjoy each other’s bodies, we should know each other’s names. I am Gaidrhed, a goatherd, admittedly of no great consequence.’
‘Cianna,’ she replied, ‘a lady’s maid.’
‘And well trained in the art of licking cunt, no doubt,’ he said. ‘A good thick cock will make a change, I’m sure. Now down on all fours with you, I like my mates that way.’
Cianna went down, reluctantly, kneeling among the long grass. Gaidrhed wasted no time on preliminaries, simply lifting his smock and pulling open the flap of his crude leather trousers to flop out his cock and balls. She opened her mouth, expecting to be made to suck him hard, but he ignored the offer, stepping up to her and pushing down on the small of her back to make her flaunt her bottom.
‘Well, you have the shape of a girl, and the smell of a girl,’ he said as he sank to his knees behind her. ‘But your skin, so pale! Even the hair of your cunt is red! Strange indeed, not that it will stop you from getting your fucking. Now, hold still, and a touch lower. Your legs are inconveniently long.’
Resignedly, Cianna spread her knees, opening and lowering her sex. He hawked and spat, his phlegm catching her full on her sex, between the folds of her tuppenny. A moment later his cock touched her, rubbing the spittle between her lips and over her hole. He was jerking at it too, his knuckles brushing at her inner thighs and catching her clitoris to draw an involuntary moan from between her lips.
‘That’s better, is it not?’ he said. ‘There is nothing quite to equal a stiff cock in the right place now, is there?’
As he spoke he prodded his near erect cock to her hole, pushing it in. Cianna sighed as she felt herself fill, then braced herself as his hands closed in the soft flesh of her hips. He began to fuck her, using long, slow strokes, his thin body slapping against her buttocks. She looked back, finding his eyes glued to her bottom, watching his cock move in her hole. It was getting faster as he quickly became more urgent, the pushes jammed her forward into the grass and making her pant and sigh.
‘Not in me, please,’ she said.
He made a wry face, and went on fucking her, faster, harder, only to suddenly jerk his cock from her body. Tugging at it hard, he sent a spurt of come across her bottom and the small of her back. Cianna reached behind herself, using her thumb to wipe the mess off her skin and flicking it away into the grass. Gaidrhed was already on his feet, squeezing his cock back into his trousers.
‘So,’ he said, ‘you have earned your shelter. My hut is nearby.’
‘Thank you,’ she said, grudgingly, as she got to her feet. ‘Might I have something to cover myself? Also some of your confection?’
‘Do. There is a blanket on the horse. So, what land are you from, and how did you come to Makea.’
‘On a ship, as I said,’ Cianna answered, frantically trying to decide on her story and remember what Sul
itea had told her. ‘A Cypraean longship.’
‘I have seen ships, once,’ he answered. ‘When I travelled to Kefra, on the coast. I would not wish to set a foot on one. Here, among the high grassland is my place. The open sky, the wide plain, the call of my goats. Here are things I understand.’
He went on, Cianna glad of his garrulity and seldom replying. With her wrapped in a coarse blanket and mounted behind him on the horse, they rode west. Cianna ate toffee and listened to him casually describing how he had intended to catch a wild nymph and fuck her while her teeth were sticky with the toffee. He laughed as he talked, apparently assuming her approval of an act which if done in Boreal would have been thought highly perverse.
For over an hour they rode, across the open grassland, then down, into a shallow valley in which grew a straggle of trees unfamiliar to Cianna. Gaidrhed turned the horse, towards a hut not unlike the longhouses of her own village, built of stone and thatched with grass. Two goats peered from the doorway.
‘My hut,’ he declared. ‘So, this evening you may cook for me, and I will fuck you once more, perhaps twice. Then I will decide what to do with you.’
‘I have friends,’ Cianna answered cautiously. ‘Somewhere.’
‘Citizens?’
‘No. Others from the ship.’
‘They are not here. I am.’
He pulled the horse to a stop and jumped down, helping Cianna with a hand beneath the meat of her bottom. She made no objection, but allowed him to fondle her briefly before she was sent into the house with a smack to one buttock while he went to tend to the horse. Inside it was much as she had expected, a long room, the lower part of which served as shippen, the other for Gaidrhed’s storage and work. A crude ladder led up to a square opening in the plank ceiling, which she climbed, finding a long room, sparsely furnished, with a single window looking out over the hills. There was a pallet on the floor, made of tied bundles of grass and spread with goat skins, which she sat down on, hunched into the blanket, feeling worried and very alone.
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