The Champion's Companion Ch. 16

She bobbed quickly several times, and after wetting it, she started to really get in to it and stroke it twisting her lips and bringing up her hand to his balls. Her tongue flickered along his head following him as she bobbed over him.

She pulled off him smiled. "Ya big boy, you like how--" She asked before Marcos roughly grabbed her head and jammed his cock back into her mouth.

Marcos roughly fucked her face. "Shut up and keep sucking." A stable boy came up and frantically started stroking himself. His balls were huge and pulsed. His cock was also similarly stimulated as it drooled and twitched. The shape of it was very long with a huge knobbed head.

Marcos figured he wasn't paying so why not let the man get some too. "Here, rollover. Get on your knees."

"I'm not fucking him too unless you pay me!" She said foolishly trying to balk.

"Shut up." Marcos said and toppled her over before raising her hips. Under the skirts she wore, he found a tiny hairless girl cock and a tiny puckered little hole. There were no balls, but, there was no pussy either. When he paused confused, he was pushed aside by the stable boy.

The girl panicked as the stable boy mounted her dry back hole with his drooling cock. "uh...uh...Earil its me you gotta stop."

"No way Rio, I got your secret. You're working for me now." The stable boy said fucking her until his cock got into her fully. Under him, the girl groaned as he swirled his hips tightly in circles in her hole. Unsurprisingly, he came after only a minute and pulled out. "If you don't want the town knowing about this you'll suck it right here, right now."

"Ah C'mon." Rio said getting up and turning to get onto his cock. "We can make some--"

'Earil' shoved his cock down her throat gagging her. He backed off for her to breath then fucked her face deeply as she kept her mouth open for him. His cock slid around easily and slathered on the thick spit from her throat. "There you go use your face." He muttered. Already, his cock was rock hard again.

"Well, maybe I should go..." Marcos said dumbly and walked off confused.

Behind him, the stable boy had turned his bitch around and was rocking deeply into her ass again. Walking into the inn, Marcos was treated to Janis' haughty look of smugness.

"Hey Marcos, how was it?" She asked.

Marcos forced a grin and walked over to clap her on the back. "Sometimes I feel like an Amazon would be more satisfying." He said cryptically. A slight tug on her hair made her look at him as he walked away whistling.

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"I want you to go into that inn over there. Something is happening just for you." Janis said.

Kaarthen looked over at the inn in question. The building was similar to all the others. Timber framed with plaster walls. It was three stories tall and had a stable attached to the back. Surrounding it was an open area of dry dirt and a cobbled street in front that passed by coming from town and led further away from the canal into the pastures and trees.

Kaarthen protested. "This is only the second stop, we still got a few more. Marcos will be pissed at being delayed."

"Marcos needs time to practice subjugating women into his bed." Janis almost chuckled. "Just go in there and wait. Marcos and the crew will all be happy to wait for you here."

She gestured over to Ein, Saucrem, and Rinis who only had four of the shifty women down and dressed for breakfast. The crew had learned from Marcos how the quiet group of leering women were easily, quickly, and quietly able to be used for their sexual relief. Somewhere upstairs, Mara, Marcos, ten sex fiends, and their ship's crewmen were having an epic orgy.

Kaarthen shrugged, "Okay fine. What's going to happen?"

"You'll help someone who can't help themselves." Janis said cryptically

Kaarthen stood, armed up, and walked over to the inn across the road. At six and half feet tall, with heavily muscular proportions, white braided hair, full dark lips, and pale skin with odd dark under tones in the shadows she was impressive and exotic in the city full of small, tan, dark haired southern women. Her attractive though oversized curvy figure, weapon, and shiny elegant jewelry, stopped most people from noticing her eyes had no whites, just two black voids with floating discs of quicksilver vertically slit like cat.

Her overripe breasts the size of a man's head threatened to come out of her open sided knee length black robe. The robe's light silky shell hid within it armor padding, poisoned daggers, and throwing darts. The split in the front showed some of the deep cleavage of her rounded lactating udders. Under her robe, she wore thigh high soft leather black boots and a loincloth. The shiny jewelry of her rings, bracelet, hip chain, and necklace flashed in the light. Though her luminous pale skin took away some of their shine.

Despite openly carrying Lourndai the elven heavy weapon, she garnered plenty of lustful stares from men and women as she walked through and pushed open the door to the inn. She took a seat alone in back watching the door in the emptying serving room and set the pole arm along the wall behind her. Most travelers were leaving after finishing breakfast to be on their way.

After two servings of honeyed mead, she was unsure what Janis wanted her to do and was probing Rinis and Ein mentally to find her and make sure Marcos wasn't raping her in a pile of hot ashes.

A hysterical burst of sobbing outside erupted and got closer until the door to the inn was thrown open. Kaarthen studied what got her attention.

A slip of a tan, small shouldered and breasted girl, with a tiny waist, and slender limbs stood crying pitifully in her grayed linen dress. Kaarthen guessed her to be maybe over twenty. She was marrying age but not by much. The girl seemed to lock onto Kaarthen after a moment and ran up to her.

"Please you must help me! I need a Warrioress." The girl pleaded to Kaarthen.

"I'm not..." Kaarthen stopped talking looking into the girl's eyes. In them, she saw treachery that belied the pitiful weak appearance.

Not many others would've noticed it. However, Kaarthen's mind housed a bored lovesick deity who saw people and things in their most basic definitions as written in the hand of the gods. Therefore, she saw this girl, her motivations, and her thoughts as clear as water.

Kaarthen played into the ruse and put her hard hands on the girl's tiny trembling shoulders. "Where do you need me?" She asked purposefully.

"My name is Aimili. My family farms the pastures at the end of the road. Bandits attacked and have taken our homestead." The girl pulled on her and tried to tug her out the door.

Kaarthen followed her out. Outside Ein, sat bemused with Saucrem the tiny pygmy 'Cloud Seer' on a spread blanket selling prophesies and weather predictions. A few curious people stood and listened to them in the early morning, and Ein expected more as the day wore on.

Kaarthen turned back and consoled Aimili. "Has no one else gone?" She asked, but could already guess. Aimili only cried louder.

"That way, please, you must help." Aimili stopped at the edge of the building and pointed her way down a shaded farm road bordered by under growth and hedgerows. "Please go my family is still trapped."

Kaarthen walked where she pointed. Mentally, she had Ein go and follow the girl. Rinis and her crowd of 'cum hoarders' would help Saucrem gibber away the future and perhaps even attract business for her. She hoped it would keep the squirrelly women busy and not fucking whatever they found in the street. Aimili however, would die with the rest of the bandits if things were as bad as she thought.

Walking along the road her senses reached out for people and found the clever ambush easily before she triggered it. She paused on the road and found the location of the house from a man's surface thoughts as he mused about getting one of the women they had captured already onto her knees before him in the house.

She continued forward after gleaning the location, and walked until seven men came running out with a whoop. Their weapons were simple tools like axes and knives. Only one had a decent sword and he came in first. An eighth man had a net but Kaarthen threw a dart in his neck and dropped him just as he wound up to throw from the edge of the trees. She actuated Lourndai, the seven and a half foot iron black heavy weapon materialized into her raised hand. She grinned at the approaching men and twirled it in her fingers overhead.

As the group closed in, Kaarthen whirled Lourndai and extended it several inches deceptively. Behind the blade, a metal shaft three feet long stretched to three and a half. The blade itself was a two and a half foot, finger thick, S curved blade a hand's width wide that was magic imbued for sharpness and weight reduction. In Kaarthen's hand was the only 'real' part of the weapon, a two-foot long section of aged worked wood with spells in elven and human carved into it.

The swordsman stepped and blocked the heavy magical weapon with his mundane weapon, but Lourndai continued cutting through in its sweep without pause. He barely registered the disaster he was in as Lourndai shaved through his sword before it severed his arms and deeply sliced his chest.

Continuing the motion she swung Lourndai around overhead, Kaarthen continued to twirl the weapon but slowed and stopped noting the men kept their distance. Finally, one man got brave and danced in quickly. In a flash, he was impaled by her backhanded thrust before he even had a chance at swinging.

The other men got angry and promised her they would breed, and sodomize her painfully.

"I got the dick right here boys." She smiled waving Lourndai at them, "Which hole you want it in?"

She charged with a low thrust, and a high feint before sweeping down and caught two more men who had gotten tangled together trying to avoid her.

The last three men triangulated and stepped in at once. Kaarthen used Marcos' avoidance technique as she stepped out from between them and began sidestepping to block them into each other and slow them down. With the length of Lourndai giving her superior reach, it was easy to make quick thrusts and keep them back as she wheeled around keeping them stacked inline.

When one man out of the three stepped back, she turned the other two away with a feint and dashed upon the laggard. Her toes planted as she hacked down into the startled man. Lourndai pitilessly sliced him into two near equal parts. When she turned back, the remaining pair called her names likening her to an animal and insisted something was wrong with her rationality, intelligence, and judgment.

The one facing her on the left had a long dagger and the other had an axe. They discussed issues of manliness and how best the other should use their weapon for an initial attack. Both were angry and wanted blood but lacked a soldier's resolve when facing her. They both stumbled to be the second man to attack her in an awkward backwards race. Finally, she stepped in and squared up with the men, extended Lourndai almost four feet, and swept off both men's legs as they clowned around.

Stopping over the pair, she drew her poisoned obsidian dagger and inquired gently.

"I have a feeling, but tell me: does that girl, Aimili, work for you?"

The pale man on the left answered first. "Aye... Stable boys tell her when Warrioresses come to town."

She considered that, and asked another question. "How many have you caught?"

"Ffffour, but we just got one two days ago." He whimpered.

Kaarthen bent and stabbed slowly into the man's left side. The rough obsidian blade painfully snapped off several jagged edges as designed, and as she pulled it out, the glass was reformed by the dirt around her.

Without a word, she killed off anyone else still alive. The mortal wounds she had given each of them were sped along by the purely magical poison in the blade. The Goddess squatting in the back of her mind made its contribution by collecting the souls of the men. Her waist chain jingled as eight more skulls were added. In her dark thoughts, she felt Ein move in and capture the slender girl as she rewarded a grunting stable boy in the stable behind the inn.

Walking quietly off the road, she eventually came to the bushes at the edge of the property. The road she was following continued straight another one hundred and fifty yards then went to the right after passing the house to the barn. The house was a neglected two-story structure that had three windows across the front and two on the sides. Along the road, a neglected fence started at a random place and similarly ended just short of the house.

A man stood around outside guarding the farm by a cook fire between the house and the road. He was a pale heavy man in short pants. The bandits seemed to have shifts watching the road since the Warrioress were too dangerous to not be watched. The batch they had were tied by their knees and shoulders to the cross beams of the fence along the road in a hunched over sitting position with the top rail like a yoke over their shoulders. Their hands were tied along the rails out to their sides and their heads were pulled back by the hair keeping them looking up.

Kaarthen counted only three Amazons until she noticed a Warrioress obscured by the fence getting raped by the cook fire close to the house. She was turned away on the ground and moaned as she was fucked from behind. The man behind her thrust roughly into her with a huge thick cock. His large rounded balls flopped into her loudly. Her already battered hole was swollen, frothy, and dripped the excesses from the many men she must have taken earlier.

The man over her was older, tanned, slender, dirty, and did not have any pants on. She watched as the man stood, walked to the bound Warrioresses along the fence, and shoved himself deeply into one's mouth. As he plunged into her, and fucked her face and throat, the other much younger fatter man then the first got up and fucked the Warrioress still down on the ground.

The pudgy man's heavy sagging balls bounce and jostled as he shuffled onto her. His thick hard eight inch cock was shoved into her ass and he fucked her with full thrusts. Obviously, the Warrioress was previously used since he was able to find a greedy pace with ease. The sound of wet flesh slapping and the Warrioress' moans carried over to where Kaarthen was hidden.

She watched as the bound Warrioress cringed and bucked in pain or orgasm after a few minutes.

"Oy, Georgi she's still lively." The chubby man called to his friend.

"Good!" 'Georgi' answered.

Behind them, a shirtless man came out of the house and walked to the fence. He walked behind a bound Warrioress and pulled out his long thick cock. It had to be nearly a foot long and his hand likely couldn't close around the girth. At first, the length flopped out over his hand. It hardened further until it pointed and drooled at the soft unprotected pussy before it. He petted her hole and felt her up idly with his other hand before preparing to mount.

"Morning, slut." He said shoving in brutally.

Compared to the other two he was frantic. He reached forward and pulled her mouth open with hooked fingers as he roughly pummeled into her. Her eyes opened and looked around frantically in shock as the man behind her fucked long and hard breaking into a visible sweat with his efforts. Around them, the other two men continued to fuck and sped up in their exuberance as they watched. With a groaning bellowing sound, the Amazon gave into an orgasm as he battered her trying to collapse the fence. After a few minutes, both of the other men simultaneously shouted and came into their women. The shirtless man wasn't too far behind and with a shout he gave over a final thrust and let spew into his tightly bound lover.

The shirtless man left his pants undone and came around to the breakfast fire. The fat man followed. The tanned man smeared himself happily onto the Warrioress' face before turning to the others.

Kaarthen felt detached coldness watching these unwitting men. Behind her, birds began chirping as they forgot about her. The noise would lull these men into feeling secure. Her senses felt several other people inside the house. After a moment, she understood eight other people were in the home, mostly women and children.

She thought of how Marcos stalked for some reason as she started creeping down low around the people toward the barn and the back of the house. She slowly moved successfully behind the men and women and came up to the back corner of the house after a long tiring crawl inches over the dirt.

Noticing the house's back door, Kaarthen used a plow's handles to jam it and dug the plow into the ground to reinforce the block. She needed to control their movement and ensure no surprises came up behind her since she was alone. As she came back to her corner, she saw the men still focused on their cooking. The Warrioress on the ground had her eyes closed, but if she opened them, she would see her.

Kaarthen crept up slowly on the wall towards the men, and sprinted the last few paces hopping over the prone Warrioress. A sweep of Lourndai caught the first two and a thrust finished the shirtless man as he wormed away.

After stopping, she turned to the house. The door was similar to the back. It was thick all wood that opened out. Kaarthen found metal ladles from the cook fire and jammed the gap of the door, and the gap by the hinges. Returning to the fire, she ignored the bound women and fished out several burning sticks. They followed her with their eyes as much as they could silently as she went around the house catching various parts on fire. Finally, she backed up in the front and threw the sticks through the upper and lower story windows.

As the flames built slowly, she walked among the women and used the dagger to cut them loose. The ones on the fence simply crumpled into heaps noiselessly. The Warrioress on the ground merely fell flatter over the ground. Kaarthen knew since she was once similarly caught, that they were primarily embarrassed that a Sister had rescued them. Relative to that embarrassment, they were happy to be free of the embarrassment only slightly. They had likely resigned themselves to what was happening.

Warrioresses are free to enjoy men and are the closest to regular society. Unlike Huntresses, no real stigmas are attached to failure, or such complete defeat. Other than having someone out there knowing you've been raped for several days, while tied like a piece of fuck meat on a fence, these women had nothing to worry about.

The fire had built up well now and puzzled shouts of alarm could be heard inside. Kaarthen found one Warrioress already starting to stand.

Kaarthen offered her the dagger. "Take this. They will be coming out soon."

Behind them, the people inside the burning house found the doors blocked and were frantic and getting loud. Kaarthen waited patiently and soon a window was broken. When she saw a head poke out of the billowing smoke smeared in black soot coughing wretchedly she moved in and sliced it off.

Screeches of true alarm were raised when the headless body fell back in. The scrambling people inside finally understood they were being killed. Kaarthen circled to several windows and dispatched several others before the smoke overcame the people inside.

Kaarthen returned to the women and found the woman she had spoken to earlier dead by her own hand. In between the thrust through her chest, and the poison, the Warrioress had died quickly and hopefully painlessly.

The three other women stared blankly at her and the knife she clutched considering their own lives. In its corner of her mind, the Goddess mulled losing a follower over the benefit of their death. If the Goddess of death, fertility, and femininity came to some conclusion over suicide, it didn't tell Kaarthen. She stepped past the two pondering women interrupting their quiet thoughts and retrieved the blade. She was glad to be able to break the blade, instead of cleaning it, as she removed the dagger from her.