The Inlander

She kicked more leaves and dirt at it, but the spider seemed less than impressed. It began to crawl closer again. Violet moved around the trunk again, the arachnid in pursuit. If not for the look of horror on her face and the frantic movements of her steps, the slave might have been playing a game of chase, but she was deadly serious and so was the omnivorous spider. It bunched its legs under its bulbous body and sprang at the girl, landing on her foot.

Violet screamed loud enough to disturb the monkeys way up high in their branches. They began to chatter and fuss in turn, the forest becoming a riot of noise as she kicked with her foot, revolted at the feeling of the spider's hairy feet and body touching her naked flesh. Her panicked motions managed to dislodge the creature before it could set itself to take a bite. But, sensing she was easy prey, it gathered itself for another spring.

The slave girl opened her mouth and gave a full-throated wail. The monkeys answered with a chorus of their own disharmonious screeches.

"Shut up!" Prometheus had returned, his approach unheard and unseen.

Violet nearly wet herself in relief. "Master. A spider, a giant spider. It tried to eat me, over there." She pointed with her head.

Prometheus turned and saw the creature, which had not backed off very far with his appearance. "It's just a rock spider. And its far from a giant one," he said, unimpressed. "The adults average around four feet. I'd say this one is only a few months old."

"Truly, Master, I don't care about its birthday. Please make it go away. Kill it, please."

He shrugged. "Since you plead, so prettily." And with a swift jump of his own, he landed with both feet on the spider, squishing its leathery body and forcing out yellow ocher which splattered against the nearest bushes and the leaves carpeting the ground.

"Yuck," the girl exclaimed, seeing the thick fluid dripping from the bushes, then watching the dying twitching of the creatures legs. "Eew!"

"Alright," the tall Inlander said, walking back to her, "If the screaming hour is over, I've work to do."

He reached for the thong and untied her. Then he bent to the ground and picked up a carcass Violet hadn't noticed until then. It was the body of a moderate-sized tarsk. A long knife gash bleed at its cut throat. Prometheus heaved the dead animal over his shoulders, his hands around it front and hind legs, and began walking away with it. Violet followed at his heels, very closely at his heels. :. Within a quarter-ahn they came to a river. The porcine carcass still over his shoulders, Prometheus strode along the high bank, staring down into the sluggishly moving water, dappled and glinting with the early morning sunlight. Eventually, he stopped and stared intently down into the river, as if in concentration, then he stooped and began gutting the tarsk, tossing the entrails and offal of the animal down into the water. After that, he began hacking off parts of the animal and tossing them into the water as well.

Violet had assumed the tarsk was to be their meal. She was about to open her mouth to ask him what he was doing when the answer became self-evident. Suddenly the slow current began to boil like a pot set over high flames. Something in the water had been sent into a frenzy by the fresh meat.

Prometheus gave a satisfied grunt. "Bint," he said by way of explanation. He stuck the knife into the remains of the carcass and sat down on the bank, swiping his bloody hands on the grass.

"Now there is nothing to do but wait. Come here, sit by me," he ordered her.

Violet obeyed. She watched as he tied the thong once more around his wrist then around hers. Then she saw him stretch out on the bank, lace his fingers behind his head and go to sleep. Eventually, the heat of the tropical Sun made her drowsy as well and she curled up beside him and fell into a fitful nap. Her dreams full of hopping spiders. :. It wasn't until late afternoon that the sleens and the hunters caught up with them.

All through the day, every ahn or so, Prometheus had roused himself and tossed pieces of tarsk into the river, feeding the carnivorous school of Bint. He had begun to think he'd have to hunt up another tarsk before he heard the barking not more than a pasang or two off.

He tossed the last of the tarsk remains out into the middle of the river, the water boiling again, then he moved downstream along the bank for a few dozen yards. He untied the loop about his own wrist and tied it around Violet's, then, he looped her bound wrists over his head. "Hold on to me, no matter what."

"Yes, Master."

He dived from the bank with the girl on his back and swam strong and fast for the far bank. All toll, Prometheus spent less than half an ehn in the water before scrambling up the far sticky clay bank and mounting it. He could see his disturbance had drawn the school of bint to his location. He unhooked the girl's wrists from around his neck, then stood, calmly staring back across the river.

The sleens came, howling, straining at their leashes, overexcited by being so close to their elusive prey. The hunters stared across the bank at Prometheus.

"Come back across with the girl and you will not be killed. We promise your life will be spared and you will only be enslaved."

"I'd prefer death, but, today I chose neither. Go back," he cautioned. "If you try to cross the river you will never see your home again."

"One man, even with so big a knife there in your belt, is no match for three men and six sleen. You're a fool, Inlander, to let us catch up with you. But, even a Jungle man has his limits, eh?"

Then, giving out a bellow of triumph, the hunters signaled their pack to cross. Prometheus didn't stay to watch the inevitable, but led the girl away from the bank and under the trees.

As it was, moving back beneath the dappled shadow of the canopy, they could clearly hear the fish thrashing the water in their feeding frenzy, could clearly hear the agonized cries of the sleen and the men as they all were eaten alive. Prometheus could see Violet cringe at the sounds of men and animals dying in pain. As for himself, he felt nothing for any of them. The men had threatened to enslave him rather than offering an honorable death by combat. They had insulted his honor, a grievous crime. As for the sleen, they would have as eagerly devoured him as the Bint had devoured them.

Fuck them all, each and everyone, he thought. And it wasn't as if he hadn't warned them. :. The slave most carefully followed as Prometheus ran along jungle paths scarcely discernable among the brush and leafy creepers obscuring the Rainforest's floor. She stepped where he stepped, trusting that he knew better than to tread on a serpent or poisonous bug.

Finally, just before nightfall, they reached a clearing of colored grass and Prometheus stopped in the center of it. He made a complete three-hundred sixty degree turn, scanning the hemming tree line. He listened. The monkeys in the canopy were relaxed enough to bicker amongst themselves. Birds sang and squawked undisturbed. Insects chirped contentedly in the grass.

He nodded, apparently satisfied with what he saw and sensed. "Kneel, slut."

She immediately sank to her knees on the colored grass, spreading shapely thighs. He bent, untied the girl's wrists and sat beside her on the carpet of multi-colored grass. She felt his rough fingers at her chin, which he used to turn her face completely toward him. He inspected her features closely.

"You are a lovely creature," he said. "And you dance well. That is what doomed you into my kolar girl, that dance, back in the slaver's tent. What name are you allowed?"

"Violet, if it pleases you, Master."

"Eeh," he smiled. "It does please me, just fine."

His touch, his nearness had made her flesh grow hot, Violet felt the roots of your fiery hair grow sweaty. She'd not been used for more than a week and her unusually high slaveheat began to assert itself.

"I can smell you girl," he chuckled. His voice was deep, arrogant. Amused. "As I smelled you back in Schendi."

"Yes, Master."

She knew it was true. There was something about him which aroused her deeply. Merely from his hand on her chin she had grown wet, wantonly oiled. Violet had told the truth back in the trees when she'd said she wouldn't runaway. There was a fascination about the dark man which stirred her on an animal level, a primal instinctive level beyond thought or control.

He released her chin and put both his hands to her breasts, hefting them, weighing them in his scarred palms. She sucked in her breath as the pads of his big thumbs grazed over the hardening nubs of her nipples.

"Master," she breathed, in a husky sultry tone. And pressed into his touch.

He chuckled again, the undisguised lustful expression of an aroused satyr, before pinching her nipples, twisting them between fingers and thumbs. She hissed, the bittersweet sensation of pain and pleasure shooting straight to her sex, her ringed clit flushing to full hardness between her open thighs.

"Master," she said again. Now, an urgent undertone to her expression.

"Eeh? What is it, slut."

"Girl begs, Master."

Again, the too knowing, too haughty laugh. His cruel touch flinting sparks off her hard nipples, then closing around the full globes of her tits, squeezing them painfully, possessively.

"Girl begs," she whimpered, her midnight blue eyes brimming.

It happened quickly. One second he was sitting before her, mauling her breasts, and, seemingly, the next he had shoved her backwards onto the grass, her legs scissoring wide and he was between them. He pulled aside his loincloth, its under linen, freeing his cock which bobbed out long and thick. The glans had throbbed out fully from its dark hood of foreskin, it gleamed with precum as he took both her wrists, pressing them into the grass as he loomed over her.

Violet could see the Sky growing a pale purple above his head and shoulders. As the brief tropical dusk came on the Evening Star winked into existence. Then the slave forgot the Sky, the stars, everything but the feel of his large cockhead brutishly spreading her drenched folds and fucking into her. She cried out at the violent penetration, her lusty scream fleeing across the clearing and into the surrounding trees. The chirping of the insects in the grass ceased but she did not notice, there was room in her awareness only for the man on top of her who slave-raped into her without mercy.

Prometheus felt the girl's cunt reluctantly opening around his intruding phallus. The massive crown shoving wide her walls, which were slick and molten hot. He felt their circular rings of muscle grab his violent pole in a fluttering, rippling vise grip as he stretched her, stuffed her full in a long even stroke which only ended when the bulbous cock knob thudded against her back wall, distorting it inward and his balls smacked up obscenely to the curves of her uptilted ass.

She was tight, incredibly tight, as if she were a glana still in white silks. His jaw muscles bunched as he hissed through clenched teeth, her heat and constriction galvanizing his cock, sending strong thrilling jolts into his heavy balls sac, setting its load of Seed to roiling.

He fucked her there in the clearing of the variegated grass, as twilight came on, then dusk, then true darkness. Her cries ripped through the night, he released her wrists and her hands sought his body, nails scratched his shoulders and back as the slave beast in her was uncaged. As roughly as he speared down into her so did she hump up, her breath rasping as she sought to impale herself completely onto him, to give all that she was to him, to become bound to him beyond mere collaring.

How long he rutted the girl Prometheus did not know. The mating existed in a timeless void where he was aware only of her clenching rippling walls, the taste of her lips beneath his. They fucked, animalistically, artlessly, savagely.

"Master please!"

He would have preferred the fuck to go on forever. The girl's body was as skilled in extremis as it was with the Dance. But, Prometheus could feel his will-power crumbling beneath the seduction of the slut's skillful slave cunt. He could feel the undeniable pressure of his own climax roaring down upon him.

"Release, beast," he snarled out, ramming viciously into her over and over. "Release on Master's cock."

And she did, her body shuddering, jittering out of control as she wailed a banshee's scream into the night and came in a volcanic explosion. Her frantic gyrations beneath him chain-reacted against his senses, over weighing his tipping point and Prometheus thick column of dark meat recoiled within the slave, flexed, and he shot his ropy boiling load of seed into the writhing girl. He sent his own deep bellow rumbling out into the darkness as the splotched trail of the Milky Way, the Backbone of Night, began to shine in the dark heavens. His sac leapt, discharging the creamy kiln hot cum into the girl, breeding her at last, scent marking her as the Alpha's girl. Beneath him, her orgasm proved so intense she fell into a swoon, even as her luscious body continued to shudder and shake with after-tremors.

When her senses returned she felt his hand in her hair, his phallus in her mouth, down her throat as he used her to clean himself. She gagged and he pulled from her face, allowing her head to fall into his lap.

"Thank you, Master," she said, her throaty voice subdued, her body sated for the moment.

"Among my people, masters are called maulana."

"Yes, Maulana. How does a girl say thank you in your tongue?"

"Asante."

"Asante, Maulana."

"Eeh. The girl is welcome, karibu. You may sleep now. I'll stand watch. I wish to look at the stars tonight. To listen, lest they wish to speak to me."

"Yes, Maulana. What is the word for yes?"

"A slave says bee when saying yes to a Free person."

"Asante, Maulana. Bee, Maulana."

He smoothed a hand through her red hair, inky black in the night. "Sleep, beast."

Violet curled her naked body against him, her head in his lap. She could feel his seed running warmly from her and she smiled content. She knew she would sleep well and there would be no bad dreams of sleens or spiders. She was full in her Maulana's protection now, and as long as she was she would be fearless. She had seen what he could do. After all, he'd defeated three men and half a dozen sleen with nothing more than a dead tarsk.

She knew her master had no need to fear the night time predators of the Jungle, for he was, himself, one of their kind.

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