Innocent

by Aishling Morgan

  ‘Jelkrael has left Kea, immediately on his release,’ Bulzar told them, ‘but his dog has been sequestered, as it knows your scent well. It is to be used by that hunting party organised by the brother of Ulourdos, Nairgren, a party, incidentally, who are the favourites to bring you in, at three to one.’

  ‘What are the odds on us defying escape?’ Cianna asked.

  ‘Some offer twenty, more thirty,’ Bulzar replied. ‘I have had placed a hundred standard, spread among a dozen bookmakers.’

  ‘Thank you for your confidence,’ Babalyn answered him.

  ‘You show remarkable resilience,’ he said, ‘but more importantly, I am in a position to ensure that you I win. This is the way to bet, on certainty.’

  ‘This was Jelkrael’s attitude,’ Cianna remarked. ‘So, you will protect us, here?’

  ‘I fear not,’ he said. ‘With so much interest, the risks become inordinately high. I doubt even the best of cunt dogs could pick your scent out above the stench of the powdermills, but many will doubtless be passing down the road, and who knows, with the wind in an unlucky direction. More importantly, my own supervisors intend to sponsor two teams. Indeed, I am to lead one, Supervisor Maerdrhen the other. This will mean cunt dogs, here at the mills.’

  ‘So how are we to escape?’ Cianna demanded.

  ‘What if we are caught?’ Babalyn added.

  ‘Nothing good, I fear,’ he said. ‘You have been sentenced in your absence, to death, by being staked out on ant hill, a choice made by Nairgren, who feels it is fitting that you die by a multitude of bites. They will use jungle ants, which you may have seen? It will be the larger species, with the red abdomen and the dark thorax, whose bite is actually less severe then their smaller relatives, making your death more agonising…’

  ‘I do not wish to know!’ Babalyn exclaimed.

  ‘He is like his brother, this Nairgren?’ Cianna demanded.

  ‘No,’ Bulzar answered. ‘He is a sensible young man. Capable, and strong, his apparent vindictiveness is more to please the crowd than to revenge his brother. They never really got on. He is right too, because the method of execution has proved popular, while again there is extensive betting.’

  ‘What on?’ Cianna demanded in horror.

  ‘On how long you last, on how much the ants devour…’

  ‘No, no, be quiet, please!’ Babalyn exclaimed. ‘I can’t stand it!’

  ‘Be brave!’ Cianna urged. ‘Death comes once, then eternity. We will laugh together in the Feast Hall of Heroines!’

  ‘You have your beliefs,’ Babalyn said miserably.

  ‘You do not?’ Cianna asked.

  ‘The philosophers in Aprinia state that gods are illusory concepts created by the human mind,’ Babalyn answered. ‘After death comes nothing.’

  ‘Nonsense,’ Cianna answered, ‘the soul survives. When I killed Ulourdos I felt my ancestors urging me to the deed. I heard my grandfather’s laughter as my teeth met in the pig’s neck, as clearly as I hear you now.’

  Babalyn made a wry face, but said nothing.

  ‘In any event,’ Cianna went on. ‘We shall not be caught. Bulzar is going to help us evade detection, and remember, he has a hundred standard on our escape.’

  ‘How then?’ Babalyn asked.

  ‘This is my council,’ Bulzar advised. ‘They will have your scent. From the wagons you rode in, from the bedding at the Five Moons. Each dog team will be given a little cloth. They will reason that as you would be immediately spotted in a town or village, you will stick to open country. In the fields your scent will be picked up easily. Even to me your juices taste unlike those of a Makean girl, so for the cunt dogs it will too distinctive to miss. Avoid the fields, and all cultivated land. Instead, take to the wilds, preferably high jungle. There it rains more often, while there are many streams to follow, also strongly scented beasts to distract the dogs. In due course you will see the volcanoes, Ura and Agura. Make for their northern slopes, where the jungle is wild and dense. Hide there. The search is unlikely to go so far afield.’

  ‘And what then?’ Babalyn demanded.

  ‘They will eventually abandon the search,’ he said. ‘Ulourdos will be quickly forgotten once some new diversion arises to claim the attention of the rabble. Not that you will be safe. Live as best you can. Return here in perhaps a half year. I have enough to buy a longhouse in the hills, where you might be safely installed.’

  ‘You are generous,’ Cianna answered.

  ‘It would amuse me to keep you,’ he said, ‘while your gratitude is worth more than any amount of fear or natural subservience.’

  ‘What of clothing?’ Cianna asked. ‘The suits your workers wear perhaps?’

  ‘Difficult,’ he said. ‘Yes, in the mills the male slaves work in tough suits of canvas, but they are brilliant orange in colour, with a bold black circle to front and rear, to make them distinctive in event of escape. Also, if you were caught, questions would be asked as to how you came by such suits. However, this had occurred to me, and I have purchased ordinary peasant clothing in Kea, old, cheap and designed for men, but it should serve well.’

  ‘Very well,’ Cianna said. ‘When do we leave?’

  ‘Tonight, late. Once I have had my fill of you. I will miss our nightly amusements, as will Voqual. Ki and Zae cannot accommodate his cock properly. Still, in due time you will be back. For now, wash and perfume your cunts, I want you ready as soon as we have eaten. It is safe. I have left instruction that I am not to be disturbed, and Voqual will patrol the garden. Tonight, neither of you go on his cock, you may be glad to learn, or sad.’

  Cianna and Babalyn retreated, to wash and perfume themselves, as Bulzar liked. Cianna found herself trembling at the prospect of flight, beside which performing lewd acts for Bulzar seemed trivial, indeed, a more than fair exchange for their sanctuary. Not that she had a choice, while she had still failed to uncover the full details of what went on at the mill.

  Clean and perfumed, they went to join Bulzar, who was lying on his couch, picking at the carcasses of a pair of jungle fowl, from which he would occasionally throw a bit for the Ki’Lae and Zae-Sha. Knowing what was expected of them, Cianna and Babalyn went straight to their knees on the floor, waiting for morsels to be thrown so that they could catch them in their teeth.

  Bulzar nodded appreciatively at their prompt obedience and threw each a full leg. Cianna caught hers as she was supposed to, but held it instead of eating it from the floor, as the Vendjomois girls were. Bulzar gave her an indulgent smile, but said nothing. Babalyn also picked up her fowl leg from where she’d dropped it, leaving a greasy smear on one plump breast.

  They ate, the fowl, apatta, baked fruit and pastries, Bulzar for once permitting the girls to have as much as they wanted. Cianna stopped when she was satisfied, not wishing to feel bloated, and sat back on her heels, waiting as Bulzar and Babalyn consumed the dishes and the wine. Finished, he took a slow cup of sweet wine, then sat back on his couch with Ki’Lae and Zae-Sha cuddled to either side of him.

  ‘Time for our farewell bout,’ he declared. ‘Now, I realise you are unlikely to be in the right frame of mind for such pleasures, so you may simply display while Ki’Lae and Zae-Sha attend to my cock, something rather special.’

  ‘Anything,’ Cianna answered. ‘It is the least we owe you.’

  ‘Also a better way to spend the evening than in morose reflection,’ he said. ‘I have considered, and decided on a sight I will long hold in my memory. I have always delighted in watching girls in the extremes of emotion, on a troll’s cock, or under a dozen of the lash. Don’t be concerned, I won’t whip you tonight, as I have no wish to leave you sore. No, but I was amused the other night, at the way you played on the dunny. Tonight, I wish a similar show, but in the place of the pot you may use each others mouths.’

  ‘Not to dung in, please,’ Cianna answered.

  ‘Not if you don’t wish to,’ he said casually. ‘As the other night, it is a pleasure to watch moments you would normally
guard as your most intimate. I understand slave girls, you see, always wishing to have some part of their lives held back from their masters. Naturally I will have none of it, however considerate I may be in other matters. So, roll up the rug. Ki, Zae, clear the table, then put your pretty mouths to my cock.’

  They obeyed, removing the rug to expose the bare tiles of the floor. With Bulzar’s cock in Ki’Lae’s mouth and his balls in Zae-Sha’s, Cianna lay down spreading her thighs wide as Babalyn came to kneel beside her. For a moment they waited, watching the Vendjomois girls suck, until Bulzar’s cock had begun to stiffen. Babalyn then climbed on, swinging her leg over, to poise the ripe bulge of her sex above Cianna’s face.

  ‘You will lick, naturally,’ Bulzar instructed.

  Babalyn immediately settled onto Cianna’s face, sex to mouth. Cianna kissed her friend’s sex, full on the lips, and took hold of the big, meaty bottom, gently squeezing both cheeks. Babalyn returned the favour, cupping Cianna’s buttocks, her thumbs tickling at vagina and anus as she began to lick.

  With a tongue on her clitoris and the hot musk of Babalyn’s sex strong in her head, Cianna found her body responding where her mind wouldn’t. She could feel her nipples stiffening, and the familiar ache in her belly. Bulzar was watching them, his cock now rock solid, with both girls licking at the shaft, one to either side.

  ‘Do it then,’ he ordered.

  Cianna swallowed, her last view of the tiny pee hole at the heart of Babalyn’s sex starting to pout as she shut her eyes. An instant later the stream erupted in her face, full up her nose before she managed to catch it in her open mouth. Blowing bubbles through her nose, she frantically tired to swallow, gulping down the hot, musky piddle, with more spilling from her mouth, onto the floor and into her hair.

  Bulzar groaned, Ki’Lae giggled and Cianna let her pee own go, her fountain spraying out, into Babalyn’s face. Babalyn kept licking, even though Cianna’s spray was gushing hard into her face. It felt exquisite, with the hot pee running down between her sex lips, into her open vagina and down between the cheeks of her bottom. Pulling up her head, she returned the favour, burying her face in Babalyn’s pee soaked sex with the urine still trickling out into her mouth.

  Cianna’s fingers went to Babalyn’s sex, two burrowing into the moist hole, another to the pouted anus. In response Babalyn’s hands spread Cianna’s thighs wider still, one thumb poking up the vagina, another invading the wet anus. Cianna moaned, still peeing, with it gushing into Babalyn’s mouth and over her face, and spreading out on the floor beneath her. Her vagina was full of it, her bottom in a warm, wet pool. A second finger went up her bottom hole, spreading it, and she felt the hot piddle start to trickle inside.

  At that it simply became too much. Everything else forgotten, she started to come. Her climax hit her and she screamed, then went silent as she buried her face in Babalyn’s wet sex once more. Coming, she was licking frantically at the pee soaked flesh, burrowing her tongue into the juicy vagina, hauling the big black buttocks wide apart. Her finger went deeper up Babalyn’s bottom hole, even as her own closed tight, squirting out the pee that had run in. Her climax reached a peak, her muscles in frantic spasm, full in Babalyn’s face, spraying piddle everywhere, a long moment of pure ecstasy, until at last it began to fade. Jamming her fingers as deep as they would go, Cianna touched something solid, deep up Babalyn’s bottom, touching off a final, lewd peak to her climax.

  She kept fingering, and licking, bringing Babalyn to a state of gasping, squirming pleasure before suddenly sucking the big clitoris into her mouth. Babalyn screamed, coming instantly, a second time, and a third, until at last Cianna took mercy and pulled her face away. Babalyn sank down, gasping, to kiss Cianna’s tuppenny.

  As her head cleared, Cianna looked round, to see what effect their show had had. Bulzar was frantic, his eyes glazed in passion, the head of his penis shiny with engorged blood. He was on the edge of orgasm, and they had come a moment too early.

  ‘Do it,’ she sighed. ‘Dung on my titties. For him.’

  ‘For you, slut,’ Babalyn answered, and sat up, moving forward to poise her ample bottom directly over Cianna’s chest.

  Mouth wide, Cianna watched, her eyes glued to the full spread of Babalyn’s magnificent bottom, and the tight, dark dimple between the big, rounded cheeks. A little pee dribbled out, to run down Cianna’s cleavage as she squashed her breasts together, making a soft, pink valley beneath Babalyn’s bottom.

  ‘I’m going to do it,’ Babalyn sighed.

  Babalyn’s tight black anus began to pout, pushing out, bulging, opening, to show the brilliant pink centre, then darkness. Slowly, a fat, solid piece of dung squeezed out, to fall full between Cianna’s breasts. She felt its weight, lying heavy on her soft flesh, warm too, with the full heat of Babalyn’s insides. Bulzar grunted, and from the corner of her eye Cianna saw his cock erupt, full in the two girl’s faces.

  ‘He’s done,’ Cianna sighed. ‘Stop.’

  ‘I can’t,’ Babalyn sighed. ‘Stay still.’

  Cianna could only watch as once more Babalyn’s anus opened. Another lump was laid into her cleavage, and more, until her breasts were surmounted by the full, steaming pile of dung, while piddle was running down between them and over her belly. Babalyn wiggled, her bottom ring closing, a hand going between her thighs. The big buttocks began to jiggle, and Cianna realised that Babalyn was masturbating over what she had done. It took moments, and as Babalyn cried out in ecstasy once more, she sat down, full in the mess, squashing it out over Cianna’s breasts and her own bottom, then wiggling in it as she finished herself off.

  ‘You call me a slut?’ Cianna said.

  Babalyn giggled and gave her bottom another wiggle, then lifted herself stickly off Cianna’s chest. Cianna sat up, drawing her breath in as she looked around her. Bulzar was sat back in contentment, his cock lying limp against one thigh. Both Ki’Lae and Zae-Sha has their faces smeared with sperm, with strands hanging from noses and chins, both with one eye shut by blobs of the sticky white fluid. Babalyn was a mess, her hair sodden, her skin glistening wet, pee dripping from her mouth and even her nose, her whole bottom filthy. Cianna grinned at her friend, knowing she looked no better herself. Kneeling forward, she kissed Babalyn, open mouthed, sharing the taste of each other’s bodies, until the sound of Bulzar’s voice interrupted them.

  ‘Enough,’ he announced. ‘Wash and dress. It is time for you to leave.’

  Cianna nodded, getting up carefully, with pee dripping from her body. There was a knot in her stomach immediately, as Zae-Sha came to help her, bringing a ewer of water, while Ki’Lae went for the clothes. Bulzar watched, fingering his chin and taking an occasional swallow of wine. With his goblet drained, he left the room.

  With her body dry and her wet hair tied up into a knot, Cianna began to pull on her clothes. Being dressed after so long naked felt strange, especially in the male clothes, which she had never worn before. The trousers especially felt odd, uncomfortably tight across her buttocks, but sagging over her tuppenny. The shirt, at least, gave ample room for her breasts, although Babalyn’s looked distinctly over filled.

  ‘We do not look like men,’ Babalyn remarked, ‘not at all.’

  ‘We do not look like slave girls either,’ Cianna added.

  ‘Peasant woodcutters, I hope,’ Bulzar said, appearing at the door, ‘who often dress in male clothes. You could pass, save for Cianna’s colouring, and for that I have a remedy, if a crude one.’

  He swung forward a bucket, showing them a black powder.

  ‘Rub this into your face and hands,’ he instructed.

  ‘What is it?’ Cianna asked, peering into the bucket.

  ‘Charcoal,’ he answered, ‘from the mill. I have axes too, old and rusted, but sharp enough.’

  ‘I thank you once more,’ Cianna said, slipping a foot into one of the crude boots he had provided.

  ‘Do not forget that I have a hundred standard on your escape!’ he answered.

  She sm
iled, pulling on her second boot and knotting the thongs that held them closed. Dipping her hands into the bucket of charcoal, she quickly smeared her face and neck, then, more reluctantly, her hair.

  ‘At a distance you might pass for a Makean,’ Bulzar said doubtfully. ‘Never close to.’

  Cianna made a face and stood up. Bulzar opened the door, Cianna kissed him, took Babalyn by the hand, and together they slipped out into the night.

  Chapter Seven

  For two full days Cianna and Babalyn made their way gradually west, ever deeper into the jungle clad heartland of Makea. Every stream they crossed was followed, often for miles, and inland more often than not. Gradually they rose, until the huge trees and lush undergrowth had begun to thin, to dense scrub, while the ground had become increasingly broken.

  They saw no buildings larger than the occasional hunter’s cabin, which they gave a wide berth. Twice dogs were heard, but never close, and once, far below them, they saw a clearing in which slaves were working to cut great orange blossoms. On neither occasion were they followed. Twice it rained, leaving them wet and steaming as they dried, but thankful.

  On the morning of the third day they reached a gully, a great split in the land, with a sheer drop of some three times Cianna’s height to a stream rushing among huge boulders. Without discussion they turned to the south, higher into the mountains. For an hour they walked, the gully beside them gradually growing shallower, until they reached a great thicket of cane, coating the sides of the gully and much of the slopes.

  ‘We might climb down here,’ Cianna suggested.

  ‘Maybe,’ Babalyn answered doubtfully, peering over the side. ‘Perhaps a little further, it seems to widen beyond that outcrop.’

  Cianna nodded and they pressed on through the cane, moving behind a jagged pinnacle of grey rock, then back toward the gully. Close to the edge Cianna paused, sniffing the air. There was a strong scent, male, slightly rank. A noise sounded ahead, the snap of a stick. Carefully, she peered out from the foliage.