A wild Hunt (Sharub x Yondertoy)

[Sharub]

Sharub was sitting under the great central hut of the village, trying, with the other villagers to hide from the heat that irradiated by the Anagur's disc, in the sky. It was customary for her tribe to lazily wait beneath the fresh leaf's roof during the hottest days of Heat, while the elders of the tribe chanted old stories of Gods and Goddesses that vanquished darkness and mighty demons.

One of the favourite dtories changed about a village as happy and prosperous as it could ever imagined that, on a cursed night, has been pillaged and burned to ground by beast-like warriors from the jungles and forests that sorroundered it.

Surely a story, but the points in common with Sharub's tribe are enough so that the villagers will always feel a shiver throgh their spine, despite profusely sweating in the day or night of the Heat Moons.

Sharub got tired and bored of listening the same stories again and again; she devided to sneak away from the hut searching for something better to do. Outside the hut, she walked trough the mud and wood tents and huts of her village, witnessing how quickly the heat dried a new mudhut nearby.

Her necklaces of bones, little and coloured seeds rattled at each and every step she made, walking barefeeted toward the stream of water that flows near her tribe.

Few minutes of walk, but more than enough to feel the heat of the day, as she finally entered again in the protective yet almost suffucating shadows of the jungle.

The stream flowed like a perfectly mimetized snake in the rocks and beneath old leafs. Sharub was covered by a sheen of sweat and jungle's moisture and, looking around to ensure that nobody was around, she undid the thick knot of her leathery dark-brown top, sensing how good she felt by removing it; her breasts claimed more space than what her old cloth could offer. Stepping forward, she undid the string that halted two pieces of cloth in order to cover her privacy.

Now covered only in her own caramel skin and necklaces, Sharub dipped into the fresh water, feeling her temperature restored and skin turning clean and no longer coated in dust. She passed an hand trough her hairs dark as the nights without moon.

With the wayer caressing her young body, she thought for a moment about the old chant... "what if the chant is not only a chant... but it was true? Or what if is a prophecy?" she Thought, frowning at the sole idea that a tribe could be destroyed.

She remained in the water, thinking about that for far long than what she had in mind; Sharub exited from the waters, feeling drops trailing down from her shapes, and then proceeded to guve a quick wash to her clothes, wearing them immediately after, trying to preserve her acquired freshness as long as possible while retourning to the village.

The merciless star finally tired moves to rest deep in the jungle, gifting the mortals with flaming orange tints in the sky.

"...a tribe destroyed in the night" she thought before joining again the life of the tribe, smashing the roots with other womens for the evening meal, forgetting of all her thoughts.

 

[Yondertoy]

Kharu woke from dreamless sleep. A dull pain of hunger searing the pit of his stomach, he clutches at it momentarily. He recalls the elders: “the mask has no mouth”. The veins on his hands and arms stand out for lack of water. The last light of Angur’s Eye filters through the foliage. The sweltering heat is thick in the air. Soon it would be dark.

He slowly stands and leafs from the forest floor fall from his form, naked except for the black hide around his waist. The string tying the boar’s hide in place also holds a bone knife and a few arm lengths of vine. His lean and muscular torso still smeared with traces of grey ash, patterned scars on his chest and shoulders mark him Hunter, the mask on his face brands him ‘batak’ : Unbound. It is made of dark wood, undecorated but covered in scratches and ragged at the edges, with only two openings for his eyes.

He holds his aching head, his fingers briefly touching the bone beads in the dark tangles of his damp hair. His entire body hurts, but he’s trembling with anticipation.

Since he had broken Talok’s body at the trials during the Wet his life has been leading him to his point. He’d been terrified facing the other man in the circle of flames. The elders had chosen that their fates were to be decided that night. The shouts and drums had been as the pulse in his blood. He had stepped from the flames to become Hunter. Talok did not see the Eye of Angur again.

Around him, the others are waking. Many, as the fingers on two hands. Hands which would grasp and hold, hands that could break bone. For many moons they had gotten first of the meat, and freshest of the water. Each night they had run as one among the trees. They had carried stone and killed beasts. Till three nights ago, when they were called.

Three nights ago, when the forest grew still and the shadows spoke to him. Three nights ago, when the Batak Varr had demanded the Hunt. Three night ago, when his own scream had sounded and the darkness had moved. Three nights ago, when he became Unbound.

The last light is fading and he feels the Varr stirring in him. The soreness and fatigue are draining from his body as if washed away by rain. The heat is nothing but a sheen of sweat on his skin. Around him the forest comes alive, trees and beast tell of long lost lives, the air whispers secrets. The others are also standing, and they all start moving: fleet of foot through the sparse undergrowth, guided by the urge inside them.

The forest seems to be trembling with him, the roots and vines moving almost imperceptivity. Leafs appear to curl as if wanting to touch. He sees all as if by full light of the moons. Then suddenly a scent reaches him, faint but powerful. It pulls at him, tearing at his insides. His body tenses. Nearby, a stream snakes its way amidst rocks and fallen leafs. It is the scent of his quarry, his heart is beating like an animal in his chest and he feels himself grow hard against the hide around his waist.

The Hunters howl and they’re running.

 

[Sharub]

Sharub was kneeling in line with thecother womens and girls of the tribe, pestling roots and seeds to be cooked for the tribe in the evening, while the hunters and the mens rested on thevother side of the covered hut.

She forgot about her afternoon thoughts about the old chant and her fears of being a sort of true fact, forgotten by other tribes or simply... killed before further spread its truth across the jungle, but an howl in the distance made her stop her pestling, taising her head like an alarmed suricate, eyes wide open in fear, looking at the forest, now appearing as homogeneus black fog moving with the breeze few meters away from the last hut. The others villagers heard the howling coming from the jungle but they payed no attenction: the jungle is full of beasts emitting the most curious of howls and noises, and if ever, the fire burning in the center of the village will keep them far way, and soon they all resumed their tasks.

Even Sharub, but her eyes remained wary on the jungle for a few moments before returning to pestle the radishes in the bowl in front of her.

 

[Yondertoy]

Leafs and branches flit past as he sped through the undergrowth. The foliage breathing a nightly damp. A flash of fur as a startled animal scurried out of his way, for a moment he could see the fear in its beady eyes.

Then, Kharu saw an orange glow filtering through the brush. Ahead, a fire cast long shadows towards him. He and the other Hunters slowed and moved into a crouch. The rush in his blood calmed, he felt focussed and highly alert. The group spread out —predators on the prowl.

Silently they stepped closer to the firelight. Through the branches he could discern he silhouettes of several huts. After the nightly forest, it scene was almost bright as day to his feverish vision. Quiet as death they moved closer until crouching at the edge of the trees. The jungle his ally, the darkness his friend.

From where he was hidden among the broad leafs Kharu looked at the large hut where the villagers sat huddled together. The sides of the hut where open to the air and he could discern the men, bare-chested and with their backs towards him. Their spears leaned against the hut’s support beams.

Voices drifted towards him. Incomprehensible sounds to him, but they seemed unconcerned. A child wandered from the hut to the fire, tossing something into the flames. On the other side of the large hut, facing him, women were busily preparing foodstuffs in large bowls. Pounding mortar and pestle.

One of them caught his eye. Her long black hair obscuring her face for a moment. However, even across the distance he could see her breasts move under their top as she worked the mortar, her necklace of seeds and pieces of bone dancing, the muscles in her arms visible from the effort. And he felt what had fired him at the stream.

His legs are poised to spring, the tendons in his hands strained, and his whole body trembling with anticipation. Would she look, and would she know what was coming …

 

[Sharub]

Sharub was nervous. She felt something, but she feared to alarm her whole tribe for a mere thought of an unmarried (thus not wise) girl about an old chant. A chant that is surely and certainly nothing but an ancient tale to scare people if the beasts prowling and lurking in the jungle.

She felt observed. She sensed the eyes of something. Several eyes from the darkness observing the village from the obscuring darkness of the jungle. She tried to see, but the firelight, so vivid in front of her blindened her gaze from whever could be hiding meters away from the hut. She stood up, the woman at her side asked if something was wrong. <<I think there's an animal there...>> said Sharub without moving ger eyes from the darkness <<i'll go scarying him away...>> to which the woman nodded and resumed pestling.

Sharub strode trough the hut, without that others cared or noticed her presence. She grabbed a little tree branch still flaming and moved to the area where she sensed something.

With the torchlike branch in front of her, she moved into the darkness trying to gocus on whichever movement or noise. Until she found, within the leafs of a bush, two flaming yellow eyes...

She moved nearer, making little noises to scare the critter away. But nothing happened. Those two yellow gems stated in her direction. Step after step, she moved near... probably too near... until she saw to whom those eyes belonged to...

 

[Yondertoy]

The woman had looked and Kharu felt rooted. She’d searched the darkness and he was sure she saw him. Then she’d gotten up and, taking a flaming branch from the fire, moved towards him.

His union with the Varr had enhanced his vision. The whole scene was as by the light of all the moons. The fire she held seemed to spread light like a liquid. The bright yellow radiance flowing thick over her young shapely body. As was walking towards him he felt as if the flames he sprung and set his own body ablaze.

Then, as she came closer, he could see her face. And her eyes were a depth he felt to the need to leap into. She was getting even closer, as and offering to the spirit that housed in him. The rites would be performed and Kharu would have her.

Now, she sees! Close enough for him to touch her. But something restrained him. Instead of pouncing on her, Kharu stands. Emerging from the brush, at his full length he’s a head taller then she is. The muscles of his torso are well defined in the light of the torch. Veins stand out on his arms, his hands at his sides. The knife and rope within easy reach. The dark mask, featureless but for the ember glow of his otherworldy eyes.

 

[Sharub]

As the creature crouched in the bushes stood up, she followed its gleaming eyes with hers. Petrified. <<...the chants are true...>> murmured her, her words an uniteligible noise, as she witnessed the inhuman sparkling in its eyes. Sharub, like if awakened by an hypnotizing sight leaped backward and yelled, alarmimg the tribe. She heard the chant for years and year knowing well what the chant told about and for nothing in the workd she would have allowed such a story to repeat itself. Not on her tribe. Not on her family.

Her alarm called immediately the attenction of the small village, making the warriors to grab their spears and run where they heard the yell.

Sharub was still far away in the darkness, the beast could grab her without problem in a fraction of a second, making thinking the tribe that a beast claimed the life of the young Sharub to feast upon; or wait for the tribesmens to see what's happening, opening hunt season and sating the jungle's bloodthirst.

 

[Yondertoy]

Time seemed to have slowed to a trickle. As the woman screamed, Kharu had felt a ripple move through the jungle to his sides. His hand moved at his side. The other Hunters leaped from their hidings, the white of their bone blades bright in his vision. The alarmed village men scrambling for their spears.

Kharu did not charge with them. For his quarry was right in front of him, terror-struck and turning to run. He moved fast. Grabbing her around her waist with his left arm as she turned, while simultaneously pushing her forward and down. She hid the ground hard, knocking the wind out of her, and he was immediately on top of her. All in one movement he took the vine rope from his side and bound her arms behind her back, with the loop it held.

All in a haze, he looked up, and saw one of the others leaping onto a village man. The man missed with his spear and a spray of blood arched out from his body where the bone blade of the Hunter had sliced through his throat. All across the village silhouettes ran, and screams sounded. Kharu look down at his catch, the piece of cloth covering her backside had moved up, her legs slightly apart, and the sight made him rock hard. His throbbing cock restrained and bulging against the hide around his waist.

He could have her now. However, the elders forbade it. The rites of passage had to be performed and the chants to be sung. He will have her then. It was his catch, he would be first. He took her around the waist and lifted her of the ground. Kharu glanced at the village, saw bodies mangled and sprawled among the huts. He saw several of his fellow hunters hunched over village women, securing a quarry of their own. There was still killing being done, but Kharu turned and strode back into the jungle. Back into the livid darkness. He had not bloodied his blade, but he had found a fine recipient for his seed.

 

[Sharub]

Sharu was turning away from the jungle's demon as she saw a glance of the one near her; immediately, from the darkness exited several shadows like him, striding toward the village with a sure pace, like they saw in the night.

Sharub did the first step of her attempted lifesaving run but she felt his arms grabbing hef waist, holding her and pushing forward; It was a no-match for her to withstand his strenght, easily loosing balance and falling on the ground. <<kaaaah!>> screamed her as her lungs impacted with the unclement earth. Sharub had not the time to move, to try to get up again that the demon was on her, his strong legs on her sides, pinning her. She expected his teeths to tore her throat apart,feasting with her flesh, she would then meet her parents in the skies together with their ancestors...instead she felt his strong hands finding hers, painfully moving her arms backward. The beast was capturing her just as she saw her hunter friends doing with their catches.

Horror struck her in her hert as she saw, crushed beneath her capturing demon, the beasts to overwhelm her friends... her tribe... her family... with ease. Cutting throats, and slashing through their flesh. The blood of her kind drenching Mother Earth. Her ears almost deaf, filled with the screams of pain of the hunters and terror of their wives and the other maidens.

Tears trickled down her cheecks as she witnessed the chants to repeat themselves, with anothet village destroyed in the night...

Sharub felt her arms painfully tied to her back with vines; when she felt herself truly unable to move, an hand grabbed her from the waist, lifting her up without the slightest toil. Before being dragged into the darkness she had the last glance at her village: fear and death claimed their place over it, other womens being tied and captured, tears for lost husbands, fatgers and sons.

Few seconds, then darkness ate her...

 

[Yondertoy]

Kharu did not wait for the other Hunters. His catch slung across his broad shoulders he was moving fast trough the dark jungle. His excitement seemed shared by the other night time beasts. Loud bird calls echoed among the trees. Hissing and screeching sounds were made by scurrying scaled creatures. Luminescent bugs flitted past, like souls lost. The air was wet with the remnants of the daily heat, the whole forest feverishly alive.

Kharu took it all in, savoring it. The scent of the woman intoxicating him. Her naked belly slick with sweat on his neck, her breasts pressed on his left shoulder her hips on his right. He held her arms and legs across his chest, like a killed deer. Her tears still wet on his scarred skin, they meant nothing to him. He resisted his right hand moving upward and between her legs. The rites needed to be performed.

He felt the Varr as part of him and it seem the spirit too anticipated the deeds to come. As a man he had dreamed of it, but now he was Unbound dreams had left him but he was more awake and alive than ever. He would have her soon. He would be the first. His seed would carry the tribe’s spirit into this woman’s flesh and she would carry its progeny.

 

[Sharub]

Sharub was lost in the darkness.
Tied like an animal over its hunter's back; she felt the movement only by her own bouncing over her captor's muscled shoulders and by the breeze if his run within the darkness.

She stooped crying, none left in her eyes. She lost everything: family, friends, hut, the tribe... and soon, due to those demons spawned by the darkest of nights, her life too.

Sharub was blind in the night, windering how the demon that captured her could be able to run with such a pace in such a dark place.

Her bare belly pressed against his muscled neck, sometimes brushing his hairs against her soft skin she wondered if those night-seeing demons could be of another tribe. Or even demons...but why hadn't they killed her or ate her?

Running in the night, without idea of her location or any hint about her abduction she go, liike a lamb that is carried for its sacrifice.

Defeated
Captured
Unable to move
Unable to see

Unable to understand

 

[Yondertoy]

They sped through the night, inexhaustible, till daybreak. The Varr retreated with the first orange glow filtering through the canopy, and Kharu stumbled, his energy sapped. He was parched and the forest around him started to spin. He lowered his price to the forest floor and leaned against the nearest tree.

The ember in his eyes gone, he felt sleep sucking him in. He sunk against the tree’s trunk. Exhausted he was struggling to stay awake. The faint morning light painted shadows on the woman’s body, the sight stirred him still. He caught her eyes. And then sleep took him.

 

[Sharub]

Sharub lost track of the concept of time during that bight run. She felt like days passed in thise few hours. She felt sick. Not only for the soreness in her eyes, burning with unspent tears, her limbs tied tightly and kept on the chest of her capturer, her flank jumping all the night over his rocklike shoulders... she felt sickened with the whole situation. It happened so of a sudden: one moment they were chanting and the moment after... death...

Eventually the darkness and the void black of the night changed to bluish hues, turning alight her tired eyes that finally could have seen something again.

Her eyes wandered immediately to her captor; his mask concealed its features but she couldn't see anything but its black hairs and a bone kept within.

The demon had walked, ran and carried her for the whole night without apparent fatigue or sireness in its movements, the Disc in the sky started to broil the land again, sprinkling its light and yellow-hued heat all over. It was then that the demon appeared to tremble and show its tiredness.

With the usual ease, he lowered Sharub to the ground, she sighed as the blood started to flow in her sleepy legs and arms, her flank almost pulsating after a night of pressure and jumps.

The ground felt so fresh and soft bellow her bare back, so different from the hot, sweaten and hard body of the dark one. She tried to relax a little. Deapite the difficulty of her task, she felt broken into pieces, and she wanted her energies to not fade away: she could still manage to escape soon. Maybe. She started to feel the heat radiating trough the trees and splashing over her rested body.

She heard a thump, tilting her head she saw her abductor leaned against the nearby treetrunk. She almost gasped as she noticed that the glowing in its eyes was gone, pondering if those creatures turns alive only in the darkness.

She squirmed, trying to break free, but none of the knots that held her arms and legs tied moved. And with the same difficulty her oen limbs didn't moved as she thought to have commanded, still sore... exhausted by a night of tension.

She breathed and closed her eyes as well.

 

[Yondertoy]

Kharu woke from water trickling down his face. It ran behind the mask and he eagerly tilted his head to drink. The light of Angur’s Eye still gave yellow twilight to the forest. A figure stood over him. One of the elders. Long hair in thick tresses hanging almost to her calves. Many talismans tied into it. Small animal skulls, painted beads, and feathers. Her emaciated frame wrapped in straps of hide.

She was giving him water from a hollow gourd. He glanced up at her face. It was lined and creased with age, and half painted white. He looked in her cold and hard eyes that she seemed to look right into him.

Turning away Kharu saw several other members of his tribe standing in a wide circle around him and his catch. A few younger men holding spears, and a few elders. And the Spirit Caller, his staff topped with a human skull painted black with yellow eye sockets, his body hung with various strips of colored hide with symbols carved into them. All their faces daubed for the rites. All where silent and staring.

One of the other elder woman was giving water to the woman he’d captured, who seemed to stir.

Kharu slowly got up as the elder tapped him on the chest. His body felt wrecked, but after the coming of darkness the rites would have to be performed and the Varr would revitalize him, and unleash him.

 

[Sharub]

Sharub collapsed on the fresh ground of the jungle, jer muscled and bones aching. Nightmares and yellow-eyed demons crowding her mind.

She woke with a gasp, her breath quick. She tried to get up but something was helding her ankles together, same with her wrists. She tried to raise her chest, satting on the floor. Looking around she found herself in the jungle, the Angur's might filtering trough the deep foliage. Turning her head she saw the demon that captured her, his eyes still upon her, despite no longer gleaming with magic. With the daylight she could finally see clearly her abductor, his muscles bulging with strenght, scars sorinkled over them, similar to the ones of her tribe's hunters; proof of a warrior or a valiant hunter.

She knelt with difficulty, trying to stand up and attenpt an escape, even if that meant to jump, arms and legs tied, trough the whole jungle. But where to go?
As soon as she was going to flex her thighs and stand, a spear appeared in front of her eyes from her side; She froze, eyes wide to this appearance. Her heart racing again into her ears.

Slowly turning her head, she saw him... wearing similar hides of her hunter, soon other emerged from the shadows of the jungle. Soon Sharub was encircled by warriors of a tribe she didn't knew. Several of them wearing a mask similar to the one of the sleeping assailant, now sleeping few meters away, even several old ones, probably venerables like the elders of her tribe.

One of theold ones, with wrinkled eyes and hairs falling long behind her head, with baubles and symbols tied into them, approached her. Sharub felt her eyes on her, examinated from head to toe, feeling as if her very soul has been searched and evaluated. Eventually the old one gestured one of the warriors gathered around and pronounced a word she didn't knew the meaning of. Promptly an hide was presented to the old one, that repeated the unknown word looking in her eyes, with no answers from the perrified, knelt girl. Almost rolling her eyes in annoyance, the Elder tilted the hides making water leaking trough her hand, repeating her word as if to underline the concept. Now clear.

Sharub was still silent. She had not idea of how to communicate with them, plus she preferred to die rather than accepting those... denonic tribals's offerings. So Sharub turned her head away, looking down in disdain.

It was then that the elder muttered something, clearly annoued by this prey's pretents and knelt before her, pointing her cracked lips, then grabbed Sharub's chin and forced the water-skin into her mouth. Sharub emitted a meep of surprise, not expecting this action from the old one. She gulped the water down her throath, closing her eyes in the effort of not coughing and not drowning.

After few other gulps, the old one retroeved the forced watering with a satisfied wrinkled grin. Sharub coughed and gasped. "They wanted me to drink. As if they wanted me to be strong" thought Sharub "...but why? Why would they if they slaughtered the nost of my tribe?"

It was then the older one poured a bit of water in a bowl that gave to another ekder, this time pouring it over the sleeping demon, that slowly awoken and stood up.

 

[Yondertoy]

Then Kharu walked up to his catch. He crouched next to her and took his bone blade from his side. With one swift slash he cut through the bonds around her legs. Her scent fired him and made him feel stronger. Standing, he pulled her up as well.

The rest of the tribed had now also arived, mostly men. Carring foodstuffs and small children several tribeswomen hurried off to set camp out of sight. The remaining other hunters had also returned to the group. Several had not made it, to be reclaimed by the forest.

Among those that returned a few had also gotten their caught their quarry. The other captured women. as many as the vingers on one hand, stood next to them. The clothing on some of them was torn away, leaving them naked in the midst of the tribe.

The Hunters and their catch stood in the center of the group, inside an enclosure of bodies several strides accros. Everyone silent, except for the faint whimpering of the taken women. Then the spirit Caller stepped forward. And proceeded to stamping is staff on the ground, the dried seeds inside the skull on top of it rattling. He called for guidance from the Batak Varr. He brought out a spherical blue stone, and tossed it swirling. The blue orb rolled in a cirle until it abruptly came to a stop. Then the Caller became still.

 

[Sharub]

Still knelth, her lungs burning after the coughing, she saw her abductor walking toward her, eyeing her as his hand crawled to its bone knife. Her heart skipped a beat. With her brain burning in fear, she turned her head away, looking forward. Thinking of the skies where her parents resided after their death. She was trembling. Keeping her breath. Waiting for the knife to slit her throat.

Instead, she felt his hands holding her feets as the blade cut trought the vines that held her ankles together. Puzzled and surprised, she looked into the black slits of the mask as he moved her on her feets next to him.

To his side, she glanced to the tribe, slowly gathering around them. She looked at their elders. So strangely clothed... and their hairs...
Few minutes later, she saw, among the tribals there, her friend She'ka. She was crying. Her wrists tied together, her top tore down, leaving her breasts exposed. Sharub gulped as she saw more of her friends tied and conquered by hunters. Just like her.

As Sharub thought to have seen everything, an old man of the other tribe, with its gruesome staff made of dark rattling skulls, stabbed the ground with it several times, eventually tossing a stone as blue as the bluest sky. Curiosity and nervousness in the eyes of Sharub, still near her demon and hunter, feeling his heat radiating and warming her.

 

[Yondertoy]

Then the old man raised his staff above his head and stepped back. And as one the whole tribe started chanting: “Batak Varr Batak Varr Batak!” And the air seemed grow thick with anticipation. The light had started to fade and three hollowed sticks filled with tree resin were lit. The flames leaking dark sweet smelling smoke.

As the chanting continued a dark wooden beam was carried through the throng. It was about the length of two men and as broad as one head. The pole was completely covered in carved symbols and images, among which the shape of the mask worn by the Hunters appeared many times, as also ovoid shapes and snake-like figures.

Men busied about clearing the forest floor of leaves around where the blue orb rested. The beam was brought to the center and placed right over the orb, with one side on the ground, while several tribesmen placed smaller rods in the soil and fastened them to the other end of the engraved pole. Now it rested with one side firmly on the forest floor and the other end at about chest height. The burning resin sticks where placed next to the wooden beam.

Then the sharp command of one of the elders sounded. And Kharu turned to the woman he had taken. He put his blade away. Stepping behind her, and ignoring the knot, he took the leather of her top in his hands and ripped it apart. And in one move, throwing it aside.

Then he placed his hands on her hips, grabbing the string holding her last piece of clothing and tore it also. Leaving her standing fully naked. He stepped back in front of her, taking the woman’s neckless in his hand. He looked at it, letting the beads pass through his fingers. Then he sought her eyes. He felt his tiredness seep out of him, as the spirit returned.

 

[Sharub]

Sharub looked in a mix of awe and terrible curiosity to the tribe's rite: the rattling skulls of the gruesome elder, then the totem-like pole planted over the sky blue stone, the torches... the smell of burning resin.

With the voice similar to a creaked treewod branch, one of the elder said something. Something directed to her abductor, since he moved behind her. She felt his strong fingers fiddling with the knot that held her rusty top. She gasped, not expecting such an action. In few seconds he tore apart her top; her young pert breast popped free from its restraint, now quickly moving up and down, together with her scared, fast-paced breath. Her dark nipples covered by her many coloured necklaces.
She couldn't calculate her shame as she felt again his hands moving downward her hips, there again she felt him undoing the knot that held her loincloth to her waist, protecting her intimacy.

Without mercy, he removed her already skimpy clothes, leaving her totally uncovered, her supple bottom causing many eyes to linger on it. She was naked in front of dozens of males. Unknown ones. She felt her shame burning in her cheecks. She tried to cover her intimacy, with her still tied hands. She wanted to run. But around her a wall of strong warriors and hunters armed with spears and knives.

She wabted to escape, but also to live.

Her assailant had walked again in front of her. She was trembling. Afraid. Exposed. She looked at him when he played with her necklaces, passing their rattling beads between his fingers. She screamed <<Nia kola'ne o heni'ro!>> with tears in her eyes; those necklaces were the last thing she had of her parents. Their spirits lives in them.

But her plea was not understood, and her captor tugged. She felt pressure raising on her neck, as the necklaces broken, tossing dozens of beads and pods to the ground.

Nude.
With only her wrists covered in a thin layer of vines.
Tears growing again in her eyes, as she lost her parents for a second time.
Waiting for her incoming destruction in a somewhat twisted ritual.

 

[Yondertoy]

The woman cowering naked in front of him had screamed something in his face. Her words were meaningless to Kharu, yet this time the tears in her eyes touched something inside him and he hesitated for moment, her neckless in his hand. Then the spirit inside him cooled his soul and fired his body, and he tore the neckless from her neck. His eyes burning amber. The tribe still chanting: “Batak Varr Batak Varr Batak!”

Meanwhile the other captured women had also been stripped naked. Several other tribesmen cast lustful glances at all this unclothed female flesh. They were careful, however, not to meet the glowing eyes of any of the Unbound. None of the other tribesmen would be allowed to come near the women before the rites.

An elder women now came forth holding a large skin bag. Something sinuous inside seemed to be moving. She opened it in front of the Spirit Caller. With surprising speed the old reached inside and dragged a large snake out of the bag. He held it just behind its head, the body curling around his arm. Walking to the ceremonial pole, he took a bone blade and cut the snake’s head off. Blood gushed from the animal’s still writhing body, and the Caller rubbed it on the dark carved wood.

Casting the dead snake aside, the old man turned to the Hunters Unbound. His eyes searching the captured, coming to rest on the woman beside Kharu. He pointed his staff at her, and Kharu knew what to do.

He pulled her towards the pole in the center of the gathering, two of the other masked ones approaching. He grasped her arms and dragged them above her head. One of the other gave him a vine and he looped it over the top of the elevated part of the beam and then between the rope that held her wrist. He pulled it tight and she was pulled backward up the beam. She struggled some, but it was trifle to Kharu’s strength.

 

[Sharub]

Sharub's eyes went full of tears, the loss of her contact with her parents, looking down at the beads and pods, she thought of them, trying to apologize with them. Still shocked by her loss, she saw one of the old womens carried a bag in which their shaman putted his arm and without fear nor hesitation he extracted a snake. Swiftly their shaman cut its head off. The gruesome act continued, to her nauseated senses, by rubbing the still writhing and spasming body of the snake, creating a grotesque bloodplay in the hands of the elder man painting the magic pole in the middle of the circle.

When the shaman was satisfied with its bloodbathing painting, he tossed the dead snake aside, having served its purpose. The shaman walked back, near her abductor. Sharub felt his eyes on her. Her body served on a plate to be feasted upon, and again, she felt as even her very soul has been searched and evaluated. Without a word, the shaman pointed at her with his gruesome stick.

Her heart sank and her bowels kicked her as her abductor grabbed her and towed her to the pole. She was experiencing as an endless emotional climbing, in which she felt several times to be killed... but yo never happening. This time, instead, she was sure that her short-lived life will come to an end. She already visione her body to be used in a bloodshed and then tossed away once their bloodlust will be sated.

The demon raised her wrists and tied another vine between them, Sharub was now lighthearted, trembling as a little leaf in a windy day, her mouth dried in anguish... but ready. Ready for her sacrifice. She couldn't escape. She couldn't be free anymore. Her life destroyed. Only death in her future.

Her legs weighty under the massive atmosphere; as she was tied, her armsockets hurt her in this innatural position, forcing her to move tightly to the pole where she felt the blood of the snake smearing her back. Her petite frame battling with its position, staying on her toes in order to not feeling her arms to snap.

Eyes closed, Sharub now awaits in silence to feel a sharp blade to cut her throat bathing her in her own blood or to feel thevsharp, burning pain of cuts trough her flesh.

She breathes slowly now, her dark nipples dances over her young, full grown breasts, hypnotizing the tribals with their shape, undefied by gravity. Her soft caramel skin, covered in a sheen of cold sweat of hours of constant fear and shock.

She gulped, waiting for her fate to be unraveled in a pool of blood.

 

[Yondertoy]

The woman lay tied to the pole in front of him. The lust now becoming near unbearable to Kharu, but the Varr lend him calm. Nonetheless his cock was hard bulging against the hide around his waist. The muscles in his whole body pumped and quivering.

The two other masked Hunters moved each to a side of the pole. One took hold of the woman’s right lower leg and the other her left. Then they eased her legs apart, making it impossible for her to move.

She was now openened to him, and Kharu removed the hide around his waist. He stood naked. His throbbing erect member was almost as thick as the woman’s wrist, and its length to match. Underneath, the carriers of his seed hung, fist-sized each.

The flamelit night painted the woman’s body in lurid shades. Her full breasts trembling, and her chest moving fast. Kahru stepped forward and leaning over her he ran his hands on the supple young body, from her hips upwards and kneeding her breasts. Squeezing the dark nipples. His hard cock against her sex.

 

[Sharub]

Despite her closed eyes, closed in defeat and agonizing anticipation of what she depicted as her death, she felt presences approaching her. She couldn't but open her eyes. Curiosity stronger than everything.

She saw them: two tribals like others, but with the same mask of her demonic abductor. They suddently took hold of her legs, spreading them aside. <<Niaaaaa>> she screamed as her pure intimacy was exposed to the tribe in her untouched innocence. She gasped and squirmed, trying to get free. Her nerves tight, anxiety hurting her heart as she tried to move her legs, but seemed to be parted by rocks.

She momentarily abandoned her efforts and looked in front of her; the one she thought to be her executioner grab hold of his loincloth and tossed it apart, revealing his member standing proud in front of her. She looked at him with eyes wide open as her gaze inquired further down his shaft, where two testicles roared in an animalistic glory their virile strenght, heavily dangling in their sack.

Fear ran trough her blood bathed spine as the listful figure approached her even more, the yellow-gleaming eyes of the demon on her. Her hear was pounding in her ears, as she tried to move sgain, with the same uneventful result. She was realizing her need in the circle: they don't need her blood, but they will sate their twisted needs and desires on her. Spilling the blood of her virginity near the blood of the snake.

The demon lounged on her. She looked deep into the yellow abyss of his eyes as she felt again his hands on her. His rough hands caressed her hips. She shivered to the unknown feeling. Hiscrough hand crawled upward, toward her young, rounded breasts. His explorative caress transformed into a full grasp, feeling her softness in his palm. She grunted, looking away in disdain. Eyes closed. <<Gaah>> she gasped. Her dark nipples squeezed in his strong fingers. Discomfort and shame assailing her more than his already shameful touch.

She was frowning in the effort to not scream again. To not gasp anymore. But a new feeling awakened her.

She felt something nudging at her lower lips. She turned her head to see what's happening there. With eyes filled in shock, she saw the demonic erection touching her innocence, readying himself. <<Nia>> pleaded her, feeling the heat radiating from his shaft, looking into the yellow sparkles behind the mask.

<<Nia nia nia nia NIA NIA!>> cried her; her brown eyes wide in the beg.

 

[Yondertoy]

The woman underneath him pleaded something, but her begging was drowned out by the loud chanting of the tribesmen. Feeling his moment, Kharu grasped her side with his left hand and spit in his right, slicking his manhood before he forced into her. She was tight, but there was no denying him. He pushed until he was all the way inside her.

The look in her eyes held an exquisite anguish that fired him. He did not hear if she cried out. The Varr lent his strength and he started thrusting with long powerful moves from his hips. With each thrust her body shook and was pushed up the pole, his balls slapping wetly against the wood. The rhythmic shouting of the crowed urging him faster. The muscles in his abdomen, chest and arm bulging and veined with tension.

The he felt a wave ripple through him and his sack contract. Arching his back and with a final thrust he roared and came deep inside her. Holding for a moment, then pulled out and cum gushed from her ravaged cunt. Still trembling he scooped some of the seed running down the pole and smeared it in a circle on her belly. His mark.

Ululation resounded in the circle of tribesmen.

 

[Sharub]

Sharub looked at his hand's motions, she felt her bowels cramping as she watched him smearing his shaft with his saliva, slickened, lubed and full of desire.

She was going to beg him to not do that, but he thrusted, making her to gasp and emptying her lungs. She felt the tip of his cock pressing down between her legs, prodding at her entrance, and a moment later his shaft was lodged deep into her. A burning pain radiated from her penetrated channel, a red drop of blood slipped along his shaft.

<<NIAAAAAaaaa>> she screamed.The sharp pain kept hitting her head, as the demon started to move its strong hips against hers, the gasped and sobbed at each withdrawal and strong, deep thrust. She felt his veiny shaft caressing her inner muscles, trying to stimulate her femininity, but she didn't gave up.

With each deep thrusts into her, she felt his heavy testicles, carriers of his seed, to lewdly splat against her flesh, slapping. Reminding her that she has no escapes. No way out. But to stay and accept his sperm into her.

Her rape lasted long, endless minutes. She turned her head away from him, preferring to look the chest of the tribal that held her left leg opened for her defiler. She groaned in discomfort. Her body not ready for such an enthusiastic intercourse. Her back starting to feel bruised against the blood painted pole.

She tried to isolate herself from the chanting of the tribals pounding in her head, from the pounding in her pussy and the wet slaps of his gonads against her.

Suddently she felt a change. His shaft gained thickness and stiffness, its engorged tip stretching her depths, his sack no longer slapping freely under his cock but now tight and firm.

She felt another sharp pain, as her rapist thrusted as further as he could in her depths. She felt his shaft twitching, throbbing in her. A strange warmth spreading deep in her core. <<...nia...>> murmured Sharub. Defeated, seeded, she cried in silence. Thick drops of tears trickling down her reddened cheecks. She kept feeling the cock, lodged into her, keeping to contract and twitch, carrying his foul seed into her.

Eventually he withdrew from her warmth, allowing his sperm to gush out from her and truckle down onto the pole.

She closed her burning eyes, her head drugged in pain and shame, feeling the warmth spreading into her and thick droples tickling her inner muscles in their fall...

Suddently, she felt his rough hand smearing something warm and slick onto her belly. She shivered thinking at her womb beneath his mark.