‘I can feel it in me,’ Sulitea sighed. ‘Touch me. Kiss me.’
Moving in close, they began to kiss, light pecks to each other’s faces, and to explore, their hands moved gently over slimy midriffs and breasts. Cuddling closer, they pushed their chests together, the four plump pink globes of their breasts squashing against one another in their slippery coating. Cianna giggled at the sensation and shook her chest, brushing her erect nipples against Sulitea’s. Sulitea sighed in response and caught her breasts up, rubbing them against Cianna’s. Both were looking down, admiring the rounded curves of their breasts and the hard, protruding nipples, all smeared in muck.
White come suddenly spattered across the dirty pink globes. Cianna turned, finding Aglat with his cock in his hand, just in time to catch the second spurt full in her face. Already filthy, she shook off what she could, two heavy blobs falling to her chest, which she smeared over her skin, and Sulitea’s, adding sperm to the filthy paste that covered their breasts. Catching up a stray blob from her nose, she wiped it on one of Sulitea’s nipples, then bent down, to kiss the sperm from the little tight bud, the muck also, leaving the rose pink flesh clean and wet.
At that Sulitea pulled her in, their thighs locking together, their arms coming around each other’s backs. Cianna slid her hands under Sulitea’s bottom, feeling the big, slimy cheeks, then probing for the holes. One finger found the mud packed entrance to Sulitea’s vagina, and pushed inside, then another, squashing out the mud. Sulitea’s kisses became yet more passionate. Cianna began to tickle Sulitea’s anus, wondering if she could squeeze mud up into her Mistress’ bottom. Her finger went in, to find the cavity already packed full, making her giggle.
‘Not up my bottom,’ Sulitea whispered gently. ‘I’m a bit urgent.’
Cianna giggled and slid her finger out, but went on tickling the little ring as she began to masturbate Sulitea’s tuppenny. Sulitea held on, tight, her bottom pushed out, her neck to one side, allowing Cianna to kiss the sensitive skin. Their breasts were pressed together, their nipples brushing as they moved, skin against skin, revelling in the delicious slimy texture of the mud. Sulitea’s clitoris was beneath Cianna’s thumb, bumping from side to side, the muck starting to squeeze out as her vagina contracted. Cianna rubbed harder, feeling Sulitea’s muscles tense and jump. Sulitea’s anus went slack, then tensed, and Cianna stuck a finger well up, unable to resist it. Sulitea cried out in ecstasy, coming as Cianna mashed slime and filth into the cavities of her body, screaming aloud, then quite as their mouths pressed together in one long, blissful kiss. Grinning, Cianna pulled back, her fingers slipping from Sulitea’s holes. Looking up, she found the men’s eyes fixed on them. Three of their cocks were rock hard, Aglat’s half stiff despite the recent orgasm.
‘I’m going to fuck her cunt,’ Hubaln grated, hastily stepping out of his trousers. ‘Arse up, copperhead, over the edge.’
Cianna turned willingly, raising her bottom and pushing back, to stick it out above the edge of the pit, crossing her legs to make it as easy as possible for him to fuck her. He came close, squatting down, his turgid erection in one hand. Cianna could feel the thick, muddy plug in her vagina, then a new sensation, her hole stretching, with the mud squeezing out as his cock was forced into the already bulging cavity. She cried out in pleasure, and reached back between her thighs, finding her sex.
Hubaln drove his cock to the hilt in her hole, Cianna touching the muck as it squeezed out, over her tuppenny and his balls. As he started to fuck her she was already rubbing herself with it, slapping it onto her vagina, rubbing, reaching down to slap more on. His thumb found her anus, forcing the little slimy hole, his fingers clutching between her buttocks, holding her by rectum and bottom as her fucked her. She started to come, rubbing harder, crying out as it hit her, a second time, and a third, still with him pumping hard into her vagina.
It stopped, suddenly, and she knew that there was sperm up her hole as well as the black earth. He pulled out, slowly, but she stayed in position, reaching back to scope as much as she could out of her vagina. It was smeared it over her sex and belly, rubbed in, to her tummy, her pubic mound, her sex, to bring herself to yet another exquisite climax.
Cianna sat her bottom back down in the mud, wiggling it to enjoy the squashy sensation to the full. Opposite her, Sulitea sat splay legged, smiling as she casually smeared muck over her breasts. Hubaln had stood away, his cock and front of his body filthy where his skin had touched Cianna’s. Both Uthos and Greifal where clearly ready, erections straining and tense, while Aglat’s cock was hard again.
‘Buttocks up, Cianna,’ Greifal ordered. ‘This is going up your arse.’
Cianna lifted her bottom, looking apprehensively at the big cock which was about to be stuffed up it. Reaching back, she found her anus, which was slimy and loose, two fingers going inside without difficulty.
‘I’m for the pale haired piece,’ Uthos grunted. ‘Get it up, girl, like your friend.’
‘I don’t…’ Sulitea said weakly.
‘Let him,’ Cianna sighed. ‘It feels wonderful, when the cock goes in and the mud squashes out. You need it. I know.’
Sulitea opened her mouth to speak, but shut it abruptly. Tucking her feet beneath her, she lifted her bottom, sticking it out over the edge of the pit in the same rude position as Cianna, filthy buttocks thrust out, vagina gaping on its plug of dirt, anus winking lewdly upwards. Uthos grinned at the sight and got down, Sulitea shutting her eyes tight in shame.
The cocks went up, Uthos’ into Sulitea’s mud packed vagina, Greifal’s into Cianna’s rectum. The men began to work them, fucking and buggering, rocking the girls’ bodies to make their dangling breasts swing and slap on the surface of the muck. Sulitea’s poise quickly went, her hand going back to masturbate, urgently, losing control, to slip face down in the filth. She stayed there, not caring, her head to one side, her mouth open and half full of dirt, her eyes shut in ecstasy, jerking to the motion of Uthos’ thrusts, then coming with a long, loud cry as he jammed himself into her to the very hilt, spunking deep up her.
Cianna was still on all fours, watching, her mouth open, her breathing deep, to the same rhythm as her buggery. Greifal was well up her bottom hole, his balls pressing to her vacant tuppenny with each push. As Sulitea’s head went into the mud Ciana gave a giggle of pleasure, smiling as she watched her Mistress climax, face down in the filth.
Uthos pulled out, leaving Sulitea to slump down in the muck, but only briefly. With a wicked grin on her face, she crawled across to Cianna, who opened her mouth to protest, but too late, as Sulitea’s filthy breasts where shoved into her face. She gave in immediately, the men laughing as she began to lick at the dirty globes, sucking dirt from the nipples, kissing at the filthy upper surfaces, rubbing her face in the slimy cleavage. Greifal grunted, jamming himself hard up Cianna’s bottom, to knock her forward. Sulitea went down, backwards, holding onto Cianna, who went with her, her anus pulling off the invading cock even as Greifal came. Sperm splashed over her bottom as she went down on top of Sulitea, and they were rolling together, right in the mess, laughing as they smeared it in each others faces and hair. They wrestled, slapping at breasts and bottoms, probing for vaginas and bottom holes, pushing each others’ faces into the muck, until both were covered from head to toe and dirty in every orifice.
At length they broke apart, gasping and giggling, high on sex and the pleasure of playing in mud, reserve completely gone. Aglat stood at the edge of the pool, erect cock in his hand. Sulitea crawled over, Cianna too, to stick their bottoms out, ready for penetration, side by side with their arms around each others’ shoulders. Kicking off his trousers, Aglat grinned and squatted down.
‘I’ll fuck you both,’ he declared, ‘then up your arses, and in your mouth for the finish. How’s that?’
‘Just my tuppenny, please,’ Sulitea answered, ‘but I’ll suck.’
‘You will,’ he said, and prodded his erection to Cianna’s vagina.
It slid up, deep i
His cock pulled from Cianna’s hole, his fingers replacing it. Moving behind Sulitea, he put his erection up her, pushing hard to make her breasts swing and her bottom wobble. Cianna giggled at the sight, rubbing harder at her tuppenny as she felt the first twinges of approaching climax. The big cock came out of Sulitea’s hole, and Cianna was buggered, her slimy anus quickly forced, the full length of his penis slipping up in two smooth pushes.
‘Too loose,’ he complained. ‘Who’s been up you, a horse?’
He jammed it in anyway, buggering her with short, hard pushes, only to grunt in frustration and pull out, leaving Cianna’s anus gaping wide. He moved to the side, his cock pointing at Sulitea’s raised bottom. She was masturbating, eyes closed, unaware of his intentions until his cock found the ring of her anus. Suddenly her eyes went wide, and she gasped as her muscle popped, her mouth coming slowly wide as her rectum filled with a disgusting squelching sound.
Aglat gave a grunt of satisfaction, buggering her as he had Cianna, with short, hard pushes. Sulitea stayed down, making no effort to stop him, her mouth wide, drool running down her chin, still playing with her sex. The rhythm picked up, her breasts swinging, the nipples brushing the surface of the muck. She began to gasp, to pant, patting at her sex, clutching at it.
Cianna swung round, thighs wide, her hand between them, masturbating as she watched Sulitea buggered. Unable to resist, she leant forward, pulling the full white bottom cheeks as wide as they would to, to expose the junction between cock and bottom hole, with Sulitea’s straining anus a tight pink ring around Aglat’s penis. He was getting faster, Sulitea more urgent, gasping and mumbling in her ecstasy. Cianna pushed her face in, licking at Sulitea’s bottom as they masturbated together.
Sulitea came, screaming aloud, her dirty buttocks tightening in Cianna’s face. Aglat grunted, jammed himself hard up Sulitea’s bottom, to make her scream again, and pulled back, his cock sliding free, filthy with dirt, to jerk up, full into Cianna’s open mouth. Sulitea’s anus stayed open, the contents squeezing out, all over Aglat’s balls as Cianna sucked in desperate eagerness on his penis. He came, full in her mouth. As he did so, so did she, in utter rapture, swallowing down sperm and slime as she snatched and clawed at her sex. Her clitoris was burning, her vagina and anus pulsing and winking behind her, her eyes staring wide as Sulitea emptied herself over Aglat’s cock and balls.
Only when her vision went red did she stop, to sit back, gasping, with mess running from her open mouth. The men were silent, staring. Aglat sat back, to let Sulitea finish what she was doing, her dung coiling into a pile beneath her on the black earth. She began to pee, sobbing with shame as it all came out. Her hand slipped and she sat down in it with a loud squelch, but made no effort to rise, only turning an accusing look at Aglat.
‘I said not up my bottom!’ she told him.
‘What matter?’ he answered. ‘a little more is no great harm.’
‘More?’ she demanded.
‘In the black earth,’ he explained. ‘Dung is thoroughly rotted, in a great pond, then boiled, to cleanse it. It thus becomes black earth, which is put into beds to dry…’
‘It becomes black earth?’ Sulitea repeated. ‘Black earth?’
‘What you are sitting in,’ he said.
Sulitea’s eyes and mouth went wide, an expression of utter horror as she looked down at the black muck.
‘This, ‘she said quietly, ‘is dung?’
‘Boiled down dung,’ he answered, ‘well rotted too. Black earth.’
Her face set in utter disgust. Slowly, she lifted herself, dirt falling from her breasts and belly, her bottom coming up with a sticky, pulling noise.
‘You made us!’ she gasped. ‘You tricked us! In this!’
‘You enjoyed it, hugely,’ Greifal pointed out.
‘Girls often react this way,’ Aglat commented, ‘but there is no sense in it. The black earth is healthy, and improves the complexion.’
Sulitea climbed slowly from the pit, to stand dripping on the shed floor. Cianna joined her, unable to find words, either for what she had been made to do or for what she had done herself. The men ignored them, but walked to a line of spigots above a long trough, to wash their genitals and legs. With little choice, Cianna joined them, Sulitea last, both suffering jocular comments and the occasional pinch of their bottoms in silence. Clean, the men watched the girls douche with amusement, after which Sulitea finally found her voice.
‘So,’ she said coldly, ‘you have had your pleasure with us. Now for your half of the bargain. Describe how nitre is obtained.’
‘It comes from the black earth, as you may have guessed,’ Aglat said.
‘The details,’ Sulitea said patiently.’
‘No,’ he answered casually. ‘Take them.’
Instantly Uthos’ grip fixed in Cianna’s hair, twisting hard and hurling her down. Sulitea screamed, then again, an odd, ululating note. Cianna kicked out, hitting Greifal hard, only for Hubaln to catch her other ankle. Uthos came down, a knee on her chest, even as her nails raked his face. Then his full weight was on her, more than she could lift, pressing the breath from her body. Still she fought, kicking frantically, clawing and biting at anything within reach, but achieving little through the tough canvas of their clothes.
At last they had her pinned, Uthos sat across her body, her arms crushed under his knees, her wrists in his hands. Hubaln was on her legs, his massive arms wrapped tight around her knees. To one side Sulitea was also down, held tight by Greifal and Aglat, spitting curses, her face a mask of fury. Uthos blew out his breath, and quickly raised a hand to his face to wipe away the drops of blood welling up from one cheek.
‘She cats!’ Aglat spat. ‘But we have them!’
‘You do not,’ Sulitea answered him.
The door exploded, torn from its hinges, splinters of wood showering down on them. Hubaln screamed, hurling himself to the side as a vast grey hand snatched out. Uthos was torn away, gibbering in terror. Cianna scrambled to one side, on her belly, beneath the raking claws. Clear, she bounced up, turning to find Sulitea raising one shaking hand to the grotesque face visible beyond the door. Hubaln lay in a black earth bed, his face contorted in fear. Uthos had struck the wall and was unconscious, with blood trickling from his head. Greifal was pressed to the wall, wide eyed, a wet stain spreading across the front of his trousers. Aglat was clutched in the demon’s hand, his face a dark ash grey. Sulitea pulled herself up from the floor, shaking, her mouth set tight as she turned to Aglat.
‘Treacherous pig!’ she spat. ‘You have less honour than a goblin! We made a bargain, which I kept. You gave your word!’
‘She,’ Aglat babbled, glancing at Cianna, ‘is worth a thousand standard in Kea. The supervisors would have given us girls, meat in our apatta, wine… What is it? Have it release me, I beg!’
‘I should have it eat you!’ Sulitea stormed. ‘I will, if you do not tell me what I need to know, now!’
‘I can not!’ Aglat whimpered. ‘It is forbidden! I will be drowned in the dung pond!’
‘You tell me. We leave,’ Sulitea said through clenched teeth. ‘You live. That or die now. Choose.’
‘It is not simple!’ Aglat said weakly. ‘It would take hours to explain. Guards will come soon!’
Aeisla appeared in the doorway, both swords held ready, Babalyn behind her.
‘Keep watch, Babalyn,’ Sulitea ordered. ‘Aeisla, in here.’
‘There are noises from beyond the wall,’ Aeisla answered. ‘The guards are roused.’
Sulitea cursed and spat at Aglat.
‘Kill him, Aeisla,’ she ordered. ‘We’ll try another.’
‘No!’ Aglat yelped as Aeisla swung a sword up. ‘But it is long, complicated. It will also be beyond your understanding. First black earth must be made, then it must be leached, the saltpetre concentrated a number of times, converted to pure nitre of potash, crystallised and refined. All requires exact knowledge!’
‘Guards are at the gates!’ Babalyn called from outside. ‘Opening them!’
‘We’ll take this one,’ Sulitea said, ‘and another, for the proportions. Where do the men from the mixing mill live, Aglat, speak!’
‘I don’t know!’ Aglat babbled. ‘We never leave our compound! I know nothing of this!’
‘It’s true,’ Cianna supplied, ‘but Supervisor Maerdrhen runs the mixing mill. He will be in his villa.’
‘Not now, hewon’t,’ Sulitea said as a crash rang out from somewhere outside, followed by yells of anger and fear. ‘Come.’
They ran, Aglat screaming as he was snatched from his feet. Outside, the night was illuminated in a brilliant silver wash, White Teimis shedding its full glare on the scene. The gates in the compound wall stood wide, guards pouring through them and up the slope. Sulitea spoke a string of words. The demon dropped Aglat and turned on the guards, bounding down at them. Bows came up, a swarm of arrows striking into the demon, to no effect.
‘Up,’ Sulitea ordered, ‘I’ll call it back as we reached the wall.’
She turned and ran. Cianna followed, snatching the sword offered by Aeisla. A hideous din rang out behind them, screams and yells, mixed with an inhuman wailing. Ahead was the small gate that led towards the main mill, securely shut. Cianna reached it, throwing herself down, panting. Sulitea called, to no effect, the demon dancing below them in a maddened frenzy, clawing and snatching, its great body bristling with arrows.
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