“No,” she whispered, looking upward yet shrinking back where she knelt. “Gengan, you are a man of sensitivity and patience and understanding; you cannot mean to degrade me as those monsters ask! You must find a place of privacy for us as you have previously done, and there I will give you all you desire. You will not need to ask, not limit your appetites, nor even consider my wishes in the matter. I will be yours entirely!”
“So, you have previously begged her favors, eh, Gengan?” said Nobain, again bringing laughter to his males and the flush of shame to the victim of his words. “Have you never been told that a man requires naught of consent from a wench? Have you never been shown how easily the heat may be raised in the center of one such as she? Perhaps I speak idly, for perhaps you have not yet even had the bit. Have you tasted her?”
“She is now my woman, and I have done with her what a man ever does with his woman,” replied Gengan, his speech stiff with insult. “That I have also acted as the Serene Oneness demands is no shame, rather is it an example you and your-warriors would do well to emulate. The pleasure brought a man thereby cannot be equalled.”
“I do not doubt that such pleasure cannot be equalled,” returned Nobain, still amused. “What man, used to far greater pleasure, would seek to lessen his enjoyment? There are those, I am told, who find unmatched bliss in constant denial, however. Is it possible, Gengan, that you are one such as that?”
“Blessed is he who seeks consent from his woman!” shouted the male Gengan, fists clenched and color high at the raucous laughter which surrounded him. “Should a woman be taken against her wishes, the Serene Oneness will frown upon the man’s efforts and give him no response from her! You who have never had true response cannot know the unmatched quality of it!”
“I believe the quality you speak of consists entirely of whining, complaints and denial,” said Nobain with a snort of derision, folding his arms as he looked upon the other male. “Already have you had the woman deny you, for you were to have warmed her, not merely approached her. The Serene Oneness sneers upon a male who fears to intrude upon the will of a use wench, and clearly do you show yourself to be one who has earned his disapproval. See now the doings of one who has been smiled upon.”
A nod from Nobain brought a gray-clad male forth, one who was large and light-haired, and who smiled in anticipation. A wide hand in the chest of Gengan brusquely pushed the other male aside, and then was the gray-clad one astand before the town female. The female whimpered in fear and shook her head as she looked upward at this larger male, then did she attempt to cringe back when he crouched before her.
“I beg you not to touch me before all these men!” she blurted at once, her voice uneven and filled with great trembling. “You must take one of those others, instead, for they are shameless and far less than I. They are disgusting as well, and will surely squirm in great pleasure at your touch, which I shall not. You may do no more than force yourself upon me, which I shall accept if it is done in privacy. Surely you would prefer the use of a woman of quality in private, to her useless humiliation in public? It is clear there are few women of quality in this area; do you not covet the freely given use of one?”
The female looked anxiously upon the male, clearly believing she might barter her use, clearly caring naught for her sister captives, yet were her foolish hopes dashed when the male chuckled.
“There are no more than two qualities to be found in wenches,” said he, reaching toward the cloth covering the legs of the female. “There are those wenches a man wishes to use, and those he does not. All else matters not in the least, no more than the wishes of the wench herself. So you have never squirmed in pleasure, eh, wench?”
“No, do not bare me so!” choked the female, attempting to back upon her knees, yet were her words as useless as her attempted movement. All within the clearing, the female captives as well as the males, watched with interest as the large, light-haired male raised the female’s covering well above the center of her thighs, then put his hands to the fastenings of the upper part of her garment. Amid many “Ohhh’s!” of mortification were her breasts revealed, large and firm and scarcely a shame to be hidden beneath cloth. The oddness of town males was easily matched by their females; despite the fact that her sister captives were equally as bare-breasted, the female writhed and sobbed in humiliation with the thrusting back of the cloth covering her. The male Gengan continued to stand with fists clenched, yet had his gaze been drawn to those breasts. When the hands of the light-haired male touched them, drawing a ragged gasp from the female as her flesh hardened, the male in colored body cloth wet his lips with his tongue and rubbed hard at his body with one hand, clearly unaware of the grimace which covered his face.
Slow moments passed as the town female suffered her breasts to be touched, her humiliation keen, yet not so keen that she was able to remain perfectly unmoving. When, at last, she was forced to shift where she knelt, her earlier discomfort increasing, the male who crouched before her took his hands from her breasts and grasped her thighs.
“You are a wench I care to use,” said he, forcing her thighs wider before putting a hand to her. “First I will see you squirm, and then I will hear you beg.”
Again coarse laughter sounded as the female gasped with widening eyes, her body greeting the intrusion of the male in a manner she had not expected. Much did it seem that she had intended to remain unmoving in her shaming, yet did she immediately begin twisting about in response to the touch upon her.
“No-do not—I cannot bear it!” she gasped, wide-eyed and bent nearly double above the hand between her thighs, her bound arms attempting to battle the leather which held her. “The fire-it burns so high-it grows from naught and consumes me-No! You may not do this! No!”
“I may not touch you so?” asked the male before her, greatly amused. “I may not tickle about your softness and rub awake the warmth? Very well, then, I shall cease.”
With a final touch did the male then withdraw his hand from her, yet was the gesture scarcely the comfort expected by the female. Now her need had grown high, and quickly did it grow even greater. The female continued to move as though touched deeply by a male, in shock descended and disbelief.
“It will not cease!” she choked, writhing where she knelt, unaware of the laughter about her. “I cannot bear it as it is, and still it rises! I must be eased, I shall die if I am not eased! Please, I must be eased!”
“You squirm well for one who will not squirm,” observed the male before her, again touching her breast. “You have squirmed, and now you must beg. Beg to be used, wench, beg to be used here, upon this very spot.”
“I beg to be used!” screamed the female, seared to her soul by the flames rising within her, throwing her body about in mindless madness. “I beg to be used here, now, at once, I beg it! Please, I shall die if I am not used!”
The male’s laughter came silent amid the screams of the female as he straightened from his crouch and reached to his body cloth, yet did a form suddenly appear from the lengthening shadows to thrust him aside as he had earlier thrust aside another. That other was Gengan, body cloth already opened, and swiftly did he fell upon the town female, throw her to her back, and thrust deep within her. The screams of the female beat against the ears of all within hearing, a nerve-tearing sound in the desperation of it, yet was he who had been thrust aside unaffected by it. The male’s lips drew back in a snarl of rage, his fist clenched tight as his body moved toward the wildly pummeling Gengan; however he first glanced toward his leader. Nobain showed deep satisfaction with the doings of Gengan, and disapproval for the anger of his male. Gengan was not to be halted in his doing, and though the male in gray grew angrier still, he made no further movement toward the other.