An adventure in the Northern Forests of Gor part 4
An Ahn before darkness they entered the Panther Girl's camp.
Matto had spent another day as a beast of burden, traversing the
jungle, hooded and leashed. Only this one he had spent, in a whole
world of discomfort, having been beaten for his failure in cleaning
his mistress' clothing. Even now, his bare body clearly showed an even
mixture of bite marks and crisscross red stripes, a mixture of where
she had put him through his paces the night before and where she had
liberally used a stick upon him in the morn.
For the first ahn of the day, he had blubbered within in the hood,
soaking it with his salty tears. He had forgotten to remind her about
his beating before she had remembered herself, and as such she had
deemed as being dishonest, so he had received double the beating.
Ban****ra had fed him more of the paste, that was his breakfast, then
permitted him to squat and perform his morning bodily functionary
requirements under her gaze, before having him kneel with his arse
high in the air, nose to the ground, while she performed her own. Then
as she had dressed and gathered her gear, she had ordered him to clear
up after her and himself, thankfully permitting him the use of his
hands to hold foliage to remove their combined wastes and the lizard
carcass.
It was then, after cuffing his hands behind his back and attached his
two leashes, but before hooding him or loading him up as her beast of
burden, she had told him of his further digression from her will and
set about teaching him his lesson.
Ignoring his tears, she had then hooded him, loaded him up with the
baggage and with a hard tug on his testicles leash set off, without
another word.
Now, weary beyond belief, he welcomed the end of their journey,
despite what implications of his introduction to her home and fellow
sisters might have for him.
At their last, brief pause to water him, she had left the hood off.
Blinking in the sunlight, Matto admired the lush vegetation about him.
Licking his lips, he knelt at her feet on the trail, as Ban****ra
cupped her hands to her mouth and made a shrill bird noise, which
shortly after was answered.
Satisfied the camp was safe, Ban****ra, urged her slave up on his feet
with a tug on both leashes, for the last part of their passage.
Now, as he heeled her, approaching the camp, he could see it was
situated back from the bank of a small brook, one of the many tiny
streams that seemed to interlace the forest.
Eyes on a rough wooden gate, fastened with vines, gave entrance into
the camp, Matto was startled by a vivacious panther girI who eased
herself from the branches of a nearby tree, greeting his captor with a
hug. Though they talked rapidly, he heard himself, the details of the
trap and attack on the hunting party, discussed.
Stepping back from their embrace, the panther girl, her every step
full of energy and vitality, looked at him, automatically sending
warning signals through his every fibre. He knew instinctively she was
a woman to be wary of.
Her body was heavenly, she too like his captor, wore only brief animal
skins about her waist, but her lovely breasts were bare and were a joy
in their own right. About her neck, waist, ankles and wrists hung
assortments of shell and tooth necklaces. Tucked in her waist band was
a long hunting knife the blade bare, looking sharp and even longer
than his captor's blade.
Quicker than he could have thought possible, she was at him, his balls
gripped in a vice like grip, her face hissing in his ear, "Ban****ra,
let Lara geld the kajirus now?"
Ban****ra laughed aloud, but to Matto's relief, pulled her friends arm
away, "Let us greet our sisters, there is time enough for determining
the slave's fate, today, tomorrow, next week, it is of no consequence.
To rejoice, greet one another, to drink and ****, well now that
matters!"
The panther girl thankfully released his balls, leaving him
traumatized and concerned about his near future.
Already forgetting him, the Panther Girl he knew as Lara, had her arm
about Ban****ra's shoulders, chatting. The two women entered the camp
through the wooden gate, a very jumpy Matto meekly followed on the end
of his leash.
The Panther's camp consisted of little more than tapering small huts,
woven sapling and thatched, surrounded by a picket of sharpened
saplings. In the centre of the camp there was a cooking hole, banked
with a circle of flat stones. On a wooden spit, set on sticks, grease
dropping into the fire and flaming, was a thigh of tabuk. A **** male
slave, tendered the meat, turning it. The toiling kajirus did not look
up from the spit, as the two panther girls and their heeling kajirus
approached.
To Matto underfed, his belly nauseous of the paste he had been fed on,
the cooking meat smelt magnificent. The smoke, in a thin line,
trickled upward into the sky. To permit such a clue to their
encampment, told him all he knew about how far away he must be from
any well travelled trails, otherwise the panther girls would not have
been so brazen about their whereabouts. Here, deep within the forest,
they felt confident of their security from the likes of the hunting
party that he had been with. Due to his hooding for the majority of
the passage, he had little idea of his location to either the shores
of Thassa or the Laurius River. Having used guides to take them into
the forests, the hunting party had cared little of their location;
only that, it was close to where Panther Girls traded. With the guides
now either dead or enslaved, and his own location further removed from
the attack location, he only knew that he was lost somewhere in the
vast uncharted wilderness, which covered hundreds of thousands of
square passangs. Escape as it stood currently looked remote, if
achieved, in terms of getting outside of the encampment, it would
involve a time of severe anxiety and possible death or hamstringing,
as he would be hunted down by the women who knew the territory all too
well.
Looking around the dwelling as much as he dared, Matto noted, the
kajirus, and ultimately the thigh of tabuk, were tended by a squatting
panther girl, who, from time to time, picked bits of meat from it and
thrust them in her mouth. Sucked her fingers clean, she rose, a cane
in hand and then reviewed her other charges; another four male slaves,
all ****, all kneeling, working on a slave net, reworking and
re-notting it's weighted cords. The girl picked a section of net and
studied it. Angrily, she barked out a harsh cry, bringing the cane
down upon the slave, who's work she had found wanting.
Elsewhere two panther girls, sat cross-legged, either side of a staked
out kajirus. The kajirus was aroused and the girls were playing a
derivative game of cats-cradle, matching one another's intricate
patterns with twine, centred about the slave's erect manhood. The
slave's manhood, glistened with oil, and he was moaning uncontrollably
with frustrated pleasure. The girls were skilful at the game,
dexterous fingers, guiding the teasing twine all about, up and down
the hapless kajirus.
Matto saw, clearly, no other panther girls in or about the enclosure.
He did see, however, a movement within one of the huts, and he
supposed that to be another girl.
He saw no evidence of further male slaves. They might, of course, lie
chained within one of the dark huts. Perhaps the movement he had seen
within the hut had been a kajirus. He did not know.
Finally noticing the return of their sister, all the panther girls
dropped what they were doing, ru****ng over to greet their sister.
Between the joyful shrieks and mirth, Matto gathered the camp had
considered his captor dead, a casualty of the raid. No such luck, he
grimaced ruefully.
Abandoned, Matto looked again about the camp, his new home. He saw
some poles behind the huts, on which, drying, were stretched the skins
of four panthers. There were some boxes, some kegs, near one of the
huts. In the last set of poles, as equally stretched out as the skins,
was another **** male, his head and lower belly were shaved as Matto
had been, and this one was a man he thought he recognised from the
caravan.
The poor wretch looked uncomfortable, he hung about a foot above the
ground, his wrists, secured, by leather binding fibre, fastened above
his head, which hung limply on his chest but that was not the worst of
it. Additionally, his legs had been widely spread and tied to the side
poles and Matto saw with dawning dread that at the slave's groin,
behind his limp and much shrivelled manhood, was nothing at all, just
a darkened red smear.
Matto knew immediately that this male had been castrated, conveying a
clear dose of reality to an already alarmed fresh slave. Beyond the
castration, Matto also registered that the man had been cir***cised
too. Perhaps, a victim of the all too eager Lara and her long blade?
Matto shuddered at the thought.
His plans for escape, took on a new compelling motivation, they would
have to be soon and successful. He began to plan, taking stock of his
surroundings.
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