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Excerpt
Orola,
Warrior Priestess
By Herbert
Grosshans
The Kiir
They sat unmoving among the branches of a giant Scrip-tree,
the foliage hiding them from anyone looking up. There were five of
them. Scruffy looking men with stoic, brutal faces. Only their black
eyes seemed alive as they watched the river below.
The object of their attention stood looking at the briskly flowing
water.
A naked young woman. She had arrived some time earlier. After
tethering her steed, she shed her rather skimpy clothing, which
consisted only of a short kilt, a strip of cloth to cover her pubic
area, and a pair of metal breast cups, hardly large enough to cover
much of her ample breasts.
Testing the water with one foot, she seemed to hesitate, but then
with a shrug, she dove into the water, her naked body glistening
white in the midday sun.
When she hit the water, one of the watchers grunted. His lips parted
to reveal brown, rotten teeth. The others nodded and, silently, they
began to move through the branches.
Climbing down on the hidden side of the thick tree trunk, they
reached the soft forest floor and, without making a sound, two of
them moved toward the girl’s steed. One took her clothing, and the
other one tried to untie the animal.
When the black-coated beast snorted, the girl looked toward the
commotion and called out sharply. Then she began swimming toward
shore.
Letting go of the beast’s rope, the man looked at her and grinned.
His companion had already disappeared.
She climbed ashore and looked at the spot where she had left her
clothing and her sword, realizing they were gone. “What do you
want?” she demanded.
The man grinned, his eyes raking her naked form. They rested
momentarily on the thick black triangle below her smooth flat belly
then moved up to her large breasts, his attention suddenly on the
red glowing object nestled in the deep cleft between them.
“Well?” she said, staring defiantly at him.
“I want you,” he said, his voice thickly accented and his words
slurred.
The girl laughed, shaking her long black hair. “You want me?” she
taunted. “You and how many other men?”
Still grinning, he said, “Four.”
Hearing the breaking of a twig behind her, she turned and looked at
the two men approaching her. She stepped to the side and watched
them coming closer, her body suddenly falling into a fighting
stance.
Noticing her position, the two men slowed but didn’t stop. “Don’t
try to fight us,” one of them said. “We are five…you are just one
helpless girl.”
She took one step backward. The jewel between her breasts pulsed
with a steady rhythm that she could feel. “I may be just a girl, but
I’m not helpless.” She whirled with a sudden movement, her knee came
up and rammed into the belly of the man who tried to sneak up on
her. He howled and dropped to the ground, his hands clutching his
middle.
The other two rushed her and tried to grab her arms. She hit one of
them in the face with her right fist, while the ball of her foot
smashed into the chest of the other one. Rolling away from them, she
came up, but collapsed, as a thrown club hit the side of her head.
* * * *
Before the blackness engulfed her, she was pinned to the ground, and
the heavy weight of a body bore down on her.
How long she was out, she couldn’t tell. In the first moments of
returning consciousness, she became aware of a weight still on top
of her. She lay on her back, spread-eagled, her arms and legs tied
to stakes driven into the ground. Between her legs, one of her
attackers. She knew exactly what was going to happen to her. And
there were five of them. Concentrating on the jewel between her
breasts, she encountered only emptiness.
Silently crying out, she realized the Holy Communicator was
gone. They must have taken it from her while she lay unconscious.
There was nothing left for her to do but suffer through the ordeal.
She drifted in and out of consciousness, as the brutes satisfied
their insatiable lust. Darkness had descended before they left her.
She heard them as they moved away, toward the stream. Listening to
their splashing and subdued laughter, she wondered if it was really
over now or if they would come back to her in a while.
To carry on. Or maybe to kill her.
Aware of nothing else but a deep painful throbbing in her entire
body but mostly in her private area, she didn’t really care what
they did. She was beyond further pain.
She opened her eyes again and turned her head slowly to look at
them. They were clearly visible in the setting sun and the image of
their faces burned into her memory. If she lived, she would hunt
them down, one by one. They would pay for what they had done to her.
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