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CHAPTER 7: PREPARATION


“I don’t understand, Master.” Cat was sitting behind Goran on the borsin as they left the small village. “That man you met with was Bartle? You just met with the man Santini paid you to kill?”

Goran chuckled, “Yes, Cat. That was Bartle. And the two men you so expertly occupied to give us time to talk in private where his sons.”

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Cat had had no clue about what was happening the previous night and it had all seemed very mysterious to her from the beginning when they left the borsin in a seclude part of the forest so thick it managed to hide even something as big as him. They had entered the village on foot, Cat was naked as slaves often are while Goran wore a hooded cape that did nothing to hide the size of his frame but did hide his features. The pub was nearly empty at the late time when they entered. Shortly after, as if the others had been waiting outside for their arrival, three men entered with two taking a small table near them as the third stood examining the interior of the small establishment and appraising everyone inside it.

Goran was sitting with his back to an outside wall at a small table. Cat was kneeling in the formal presentation position at his side. She had been instructed not to make eye contact with whomever approached Goran so her eyes were fixed on a prominent knot in the wood planking of the floor in front of her. After carefully considering the room and everyone in it, the man took a seat at the small table opposite Goran. Cat heard the table creak as both Goran and the man leaned forward across the table and clasped forearms in a manner that was different than she had seen before and made her think was a greeting of friendship.

“The word on the wind was that the great Goran had a slave in tow. I refused to believe it. The demon I knew wouldn’t risk the distraction or liability.”

The words from the man were delivered quietly and Goran’s response was the same. “This one is special.” It was quiet for a moment, then, “We need to speak privately.”

“I assumed so. Is it bad?”

“Very … but I think manageable.” It was quiet, again. He apparently indicated the other two men, “Will they allow you to leave with me?”

“Yes. I expected this potential … they will watch that nobody follows. A distraction would be good, though.”

Goran chuckled and a small smile formed on Cat’s lips. “That won’t be a problem. Now, slave.”

Cat shifted her feet to allow her to rise smoothly and she began her seductive dance from the table, twirling and grinding between the tables and drawing attention in the opposite direction of the door. When she looked, Goran and the other man were gone. The two men who entered with the other man and the three other men in the room were watching only her. This was Goran’s plan. This was the diversion. Her non-plussed reaction to that hadn’t even surprised her, any more. She was a sexual being now. That Goran instructed her to take on all who might be in the pub brought only a simple nod … and a smile.

Her dancing around and against the men, teasing them, and enticing them, was brought to a sudden stop when one of the men seated at a table grabbed her wrist. She looked down at him, then scanned the rest of the room to find all the others watching with interest what was about to happen. She wasn’t looking for help, she was looking to be sure she had all their attention. She had no intention of pulling away. Her job was to provide a diversion. Instead, she sank to her knees in front of the man, her hands stroking up his heavy thighs. Being used to a man of Goran’s stature, these men were rather unremarkable to her, the only thing of importance to her was that her hands, once sliding up to the man’s groin, detected a hardening cock underneath the loose pants he wore. She stared at the spot of her interest and licked her lips, an action that inspired the man to quickly and clumsily fumble to loosen and open the pants. As he raised his hips to lower them and expose his hard cock to her, another man appeared behind her, his hands stroking her bare ass. With a cock now deep in her mouth, she rose to her feet, bent over at the waist, and wiggled her ass invitingly to whoever was behind her.

Cat inwardly smiled, such power a slave could have over men.

She felt the hands behind her firmly grasp her waist and a cock head begin probing at her pussy. Her groan was muffled by the cock in her mouth as the man sank into her hole and pressed in. He also groaned and muttered about her already wet cunt. Other hands soon appeared on her naked body, hands stroking her back, fondling her large, swinging breasts, or squeezing her nipples. As the man behind her continued to thrust at her pussy, she was pulled off the cock in her mouth and her head moved to the side where another hard cock waited. It was thrust into her open and waiting mouth and soon the cock in her pussy pulled out leaving her with a momentary feeling of emptiness and loss but that was quickly relieved by another cock driven into her sopping, open hole.

The transitions were awkward and clumsy but nonetheless effective. Cocks rotated in her mouth or pussy and hands on her body. She orgasmed at one point before any of the men and had to hold onto the waist of the man in front of her to maintain her balance as her body shook. But the men never let up on their assault. Soon after, though, her mouth was filled with cum and her pussy was, too. And the assault on her continued. The men laughed about showing what happens when a slave is left alone. It almost made Cat laugh except for the cock deep in her mouth.

It was shortly after that when one of the men filled her pussy with cum and pulled out that she took matters in her hands. She let the cock in her mouth fall out as she stood in the midst of them. Trying to take some measure of control while still maintaining the attitude of a slave, she encouraged one of the men onto the floor. Bewildered by the request, he nonetheless complied. Before a slave making such a request could seem too bold with time to think about it, she quickly straddled his hips and sank her pussy down over his hard cock. They both groaned, she with a little more theater than his honest reaction. She then leaned forward on his body and pulled her ass cheeks apart to expose her asshole. Goran had effectively made her a three-hole slut with his big cock and she had little concern now about offering all of them at the same time now. But, as the next man pressed his cock against her asshole, she realized the difference between being assaulted and a caring man doing the same thing. With her pussy already full of cock, the one pressing at her asshole felt huge and he showed little of the concern Goran had used. But she was soon full of cock, one in each of her holes: pussy, asshole, and mouth. Once the action was established, the men found it wickedly enticing. They continued using her three at a time while shifting as one came in her body.

Unknown to her or the men, Goran and the other man had returned and had helped themselves to more of the local brew. They sat at a table against the wall and watched as Cat was ravaged by the five men.

Goran’s companion commented, “She doesn’t seem like a common slave, Goran. And, I have to admit I am still surprised a man like you has taken on a slave.”

Goran smiled slightly as he watched. He didn’t see her being ravaged as much as she was directing her own ravagement. Cat had described what was happening to her as being ‘air-tight’, something he had not heard of on HOR. She had introduced a new experience and the men were being consumed by it. In a way, he had a feeling of pity for the next slave the men came across where they had free rein over.

“She is not a common slave.” But that was all her confessed.

Bartle nodded and turned his gaze on Goran. “I see it now. Her body … the confidence and attitude she his hiding behind the submissive act … what time is she from?”

Goran chuckled. “First, her submissiveness is only an act to others. But you are correct friend, she’s from 2019.” Bartle gasped.

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“But, Master, if that was Bartle … Master, Santini paid you to kill Bartle.” He didn’t respond and Cat mulled it over a moment in her own mind. “You never intended to honor the mission. That will make you a wanted man of a powerful adversary.”

“Yes.”

“I sense Bartle is more than just the man who gave you your freedom.”

“Also correct. And, Santini’s mission for me was more than just an assassination. Santini would intend to use the assassination as the confusion to create the opportunity to attack Bartle’s territory and expand his own. Ultimately, Santini intends to mass an army to cross the mountains and take the riches and treasures legend says is there for the taking.”

“That’s where the borsin comes from, right?” He nodded. “Are there those riches and treasures?”

He chuckled, “Not those kind of material riches and treasures.”

Cat squeezed into Goran’s back. “So, this has always been about stopping Santini and protecting the Anagor living on the other side.”

“And Bartle, too. Yes.”

“What do we do, Master?”

He smiled. He knew she was ready. He had noticed an increased aggressiveness in his own attitude along with the changes in his body. Her body had certainly changed in the same ways so he anticipated the aggressiveness, too. “First, we get rid of the men following us.” She was surprised by that statement. But she probably shouldn’t have been. Goran had taken his money, so Santini would certainly want to know Goran was following through. “They’ve watched us since we left Santini. They’ve seen us in our approach with Bartle’s territory and our meeting last night. Now, we try to get them all to report back to Santini so we can go about what we need to do.”

“So, this was all planned. You and Bartle have a plan, already?” Goran stopped at a small river for the borsin to drink and rest. Cat slid off, followed by Goran, his weapons at the ready. “Master, I sense there is more to Bartle than the person who gave you your freedom for you to take on this risk.”

He hesitated before answering. “There are few of us.” That was confusing. He turned and stepped close enough to hold Cat’s shoulders. He glanced down her naked body, an action that was involuntary but always pleasing. “He is one of us … from Earth. He’s been here long enough to have grown sons from a HOR wife. He was from the 1960’s on Earth.” He smiled as he seemed to reminisce about something. “I always thought he was from the distant future from me … now you. Anyway, he was an idealistic entrepreneur of that time with ideals about community and shared opportunity. Those ideals were being talked about then but not yet accepted in the business world. When he found himself here, he took the opportunity head-on. He found his business and management skills to be highly advantageous. He established small business and grew them. As his influence quickly grew, he implemented his idealistic views of shared effort and shared benefit.”

“A classless society?”

Goran laughed, “Not entirely. No, not on HOR. As you found, slaves are still assumed. The people assume the need for a ruler, of sorts, and Bartle has accepted that. But he has essentially eliminated abject poverty and the huge gap between the classes. I have found no other territory where the general people are as devoted and trusting as with him one in control. The downside, if you will, is that Bartle puts resources back into the people rather than building up an army to secure his control. From inside, he has no threat. The people enjoy life like no others in terms of innovation and comfort in life. There are others outside, though, who would like to take his territory away. Santini has been the most determined. It was why I accepted the meeting in the first place. I anticipated his intentions.”

“And the Anagor on the other side of the mountains.”

He smiled, “Them, too.”

“What is the plan then, Master?”

“Once we are not watched, we go to the other side. Bartle needs reinforcements.”

“How will you do that, Master? You said the Anagor were not warring people.”

He smiled and looked deeply into her eyes. “Not the Anagor. And, I’m not … you are.”

That confused Cat, especially the part that she was going to do something to provide reinforcements for Bartle, but at that moment 5 riders approached. She looked anxiously at Goran but he was calm, as though he was expecting them. Their horse-like creatures stopped well short of the borsin who dwarfed every other creature. Goran assisted Cat off, then slid off the back of the borsin. The other men had swords attached to their waists. Goran drew one of his swords from the sheath attached to the creature and leaned on the hilt, the point slightly penetrating the soft ground of the forest. Cat stood next to the borsin in a way that could be interpreted as submissive to her Master but was in fact intended to have her within reach of her own sword sheathed above her head.

The men talked for several moments. They had witnessed them enter the village and the pub, though they had not witnessed what happened inside or how the hooded man was Goran had met with. Goran explained dismissively the man was his inside contact, the man who could make it possible for him to gain entrance to Bartle’s inner compound. The men were supposed to get the details: the when and how. Goran laughed. The how was for him to know. The when was all Santini needed to know. He gave them the when, then he gave them something more.

“Tell Santini my contact has influence on the movements of Bartle’s men. Santini should be aware in making his plans that my contact will influence moving part of Bartle’s army to the North in the ruse that he has learned Santini has begun moving a force there in an effort to surprise.” The North region is particularly fertile and would be a tempting prize to acquire.

One rider left immediately to deliver the message. The other four paused. There were more words. They were told to keep an eye on Goran’s movements. Goran shrugged as though it meant nothing to him other than an inconvenience. Once back on the borsin, they moved in quiet with the other men some distance behind.

“Master, we cannot go to the mountains with them following.”

He chuckled. “Stating the obvious, Cat.”

He didn’t offer more regarding a plan, a way to get back to their original plan. Her immediate thought was brutal … kill them. The thought … or her comfort with it … surprised her. Then, it occurred to her that he might be testing her like he so often did. Not testing her in the ways of being a slave or about HOR in general but how far she really might have developed in becoming a real partner in his violent life on this brutal world. And, with that perspective, her thought about the solution didn’t seem out of line.

“Master, may I offer an idea?” He privately smiled and grunted a response for her to continue. Her suggestion, she thought, was fitting for a Horean solution for a moment like this. In a firm and confident voice, she suggested that they stop early to water their rides, someplace remote, even more remote than their current surroundings. Goran could offer her to the other men as a sort of gesture, conciliation, but more to divert any lingering suspicions that might be harboring or even instructed by Santini to maintain. She continued with more detail for the critical moment. At the precise moment the first man pulled out of her and the second began moving to position himself for a turn would be the moment when Goran could come up behind one of the other distracted men. That would be an easy kill and relatively quiet with a dagger. The fourth man might react quicker to the disturbance but the two occupied with her would be slower and confused.

Goran smiled. He had trained her in the use of the weapons of HOR but this was the response that indicated she was truly ready to use them.

“A solid plan. There is risk in that moment.”

Her body pressed into his back, he felt her soft chuckle more than hearing it above the sounds of the five a****ls clomping with heavy steps, especially the borsin they were astride. “As you have often drilled into me, Master, there is always risk of danger and conflict for you, and therefore me, on this world. It is why decisive, and often violent, pre-emptive action is required. Your plan requires us to visit the other side of the mountains. Santini cannot know that. You gave these men the opportunity to leave.”

Goran ran his hand along her naked thigh to her hip behind him. “I meant there will be risk for you with two of them.”

She altered her tone to reflect a submissive, docile slave, “Whatever do you mean, Master? A compliant slave? They won’t even consider me a threat.” Although her breasts were pressed into his back, she only had a single hand on his hip otherwise as she sat behind him. He patted her thigh, recognizing and accepting the validity of her assessment.

They had curved their path until they were moving generally north as though considering battle schemes while Goran was really leading them to a location that suited the purpose to working with Cat’s plan. By mid-afternoon they reached a swift moving narrow river where they dropped from the borsin knowing the other men were not far behind. Cat stood next to the borsin at the edge of the water as though tending the creature while Goran took up a position anticipating the others. A steady roaring sound came from the downstream direction telling Cat that Goran had selected a place where heavy rapids or a waterfall was just around the bend. It was indeed perfect.

As they all rested, Goran made a casual offering to the other men. By casually offering his slave for their enjoyment, he established an air of normalcy and comradery when the expectation might be anything but that. Despite her body’s physical appearance, Cat was still able to present the image of a meek, submissive slave responding to her master’s commands. This was her idea, her plan, and it was being played out around her. And, as it began to unfold, Cat was somewhat amazed at the calmness of her approach to it. The commanding, intelligent, and independent woman of the 21st century on Earth was still inside her, but she had become, accepted, being an outwardly submissive-appearing slave. She had been given to many men in many situations but all for a purpose, to further a plan, to achieve a goal. This situation was incredibly different but, also, the same. She was that slave-girl, that object for enjoyment and pleasure without regard for herself. But, now, she was also being that 21st century woman, at least in part, but a 21st century woman honed by training for adaption to a brutal world. She had become molded, hardened, and sharpened by Goran into a tool, a weapon. And, this was a fitting application, a culmination of all that training and preparation. She would die … or she would be elevated.

Cat meekly stepped to the four men. Naked already, of course, she stood in the presentation position, her feet at shoulder width, her arms at her sides to fully expose herself to the men. Her bare pubes were like a magnet for their eyes as seemed to be a universal reaction. The men stepped forward, surrounding her quickly, all of them working at their belts and ties of their clothing as they jostled each other for position around her. As pants began falling to their feet, she went to the ground in the standard, unimaginative position … on her hands and knees. It was the typical position to take a slave, at least for initially. Fucking a slave was more often than not for the expectation of relief for the man than prolonged pleasure and mutual enjoyment. If this were to go as past times had, she would expect to be fucked from behind several times before she rolled to her back. If she had more control, as she used in the pub, she could entice them into using more of her holes. This wasn’t one of those times, however. This was pure diversion. She was going to be fucked merely for to divert their attention, to cause them to let down the guard they should normally have around a man like Goran.

She had no problem being used this way. It was, actually, her idea. She understood the attraction she provided. She understood her position on this world even if Goran held her at a higher position. The time when she would be seen higher than a slave had not yet arrived. That time was to come. But for that time to come, she would be used as a tool as needed.

Goran understood the appeal. He was standing back from the swarm forming around Cat. For him, it was well beyond the simple physical appeal he saw playing out with these men. He had reacted similarly from the start. There had been something about that particular naked slave bound in line behind the caravan wagon. It was that physical thing that had him focused on her when she mumbled her English words. He knew he had to save her from that life of abject servitude, but he had no idea what he would really do with her. That evolved. Now, he stood watching the scrum as the four men attempted to be the first to fuck her. Every time he set in motion a situation such as this, he reacted with … jealousy? … at least concern and question. His admiration for Cat’s ability to accept the role marked on her body for him had always impressed him. If she had been playing the role initially, she was well passed that now. She was his in every way. There appeared to be nothing she wouldn’t do … even give a borsin a blow job if it helped. When his theory of their Earth bodies developing on this world proved true by her body changing, thickening, strengthening, he had walked a fine line with her training. She needed to be a slave. He wanted her to become so much more. The time of transition would soon arrive … or kill them both.

For now, though, his body and mind were heightened with the expectant energy that the coming moments required. In the moments after Cat had proposed her plan, they had talked through the potential or likely actions and reactions. Goran’s initial strike would be clean … chaos would ensue as it always did with v******e. He hoped Cat’s estimation would prove correct … that even the men closest to her at that moment would discount her presence. Slaves on HOR were no threat.

Kneeling on the ground on all fours, Cat teased with shakes of her bare ass. After a flurry of clothes being shed by the men, one of them grabbed her hips. She spread her knees further and felt a cock head probing her exposed pussy. These were typical men of HOR with little, if any, consideration for a slave. Anticipation of this very moment, though, had Cat’s pussy well lubricated. The man’s cock pressed forward, spread her pussy lips, and sank into her easily. She heard him gasp as she clenched her pussy walls around the thrusting cock. His hard thrusts began immediately. Her breasts swung and swayed, performing their own enticing dance beneath her.

Cat turned her head up to look another man in the face. “Sir …” She opened her mouth wide, her eyes fixed on him. He got the message and moved in front of her. Supporting herself with one hand, she reached up to guide the waiting hard cock to her lips before returning that hand to the ground for the stability she needed against the hard thrusts from behind her. The thrusts into her pussy drove her mouth over the cock in her mouth. The result was being fucked on both ends as the two men found a rhythm, both men thrusting deep at the same time. She grunted and gasped at the use of her mouth and pussy, the same sounds coming from the men.

Another man knelt beside her and captured her bouncing breasts in his hands, groping them, pinching the nipples. She now had three of the four men actively involved with her, concentrated only on her. Between gasps for breath, she realized this was working far better than she had envisioned. She hoped Goran recognized it, too.

Goran stood with a growing smile on his face. Cat’s plan had been unselfish. She was being consumed by the three men with the fourth standing transfixed just outside the scrum formed around her. The fourth shifted his feet in anticipation of somehow joining them, his hand stroking his hard cock in preparation. The reality of Cat’s plan was far more effective than she had anticipated. He had seen the effect before, though.

Goran slid to the side carefully. His hand slid the dagger attached to his waist from the hard leather scabbard. As careful as Goran was to move silently, it was one of the other a****ls that alerted the fourth man. Something caused a reaction from behind him causing the fourth man to turn his head. He saw Goran had moved, found him approaching from behind, and defensively spun on his heels to confront him. Even in a normal, combative situation the man would have been anxious about confronting the legend on his own but now his weapons were discarded on the ground with his clothes. He glanced at them, then at Goran, then behind him at his comrades who were oblivious as they enjoyed the slave.

Goran saw the fourth man’s reaction to the sound of the a****l. Cat’s plan had appeared to be working perfectly up until that moment. There was so much to admire about Cat and her plan was one such thing with her unselfish use of herself for distraction. But they both were well aware from their individual experience even on Earth that even the best plans could be destroyed in a moment by something outside of their control and that was exactly what had just happened. An a****l’s innocent movement to a fresh patch of wild grass had kicked a loose rock that startled another a****l. It was an unimportant sound, but a sound that caused the man to idlily check on it. That idle glance backward, though, indicated the well-thought out plan required some improvisation. With the dagger moved behind his hip, Goran shifted further to the side opposite the man’s turn. As the man noticed Goran had moved and began turning in the other direction, probably in curiosity, Goran took the moment of being hidden to strike.

Almost as if Goran and Cat were being tested by Karma, the third man who had been fondling Cat’s breasts stood to move next to the second man in an attempt to present his hard cock to Cat’s active mouth. As he did, though, his attention was drawn to the sight of the man securely wrapped in Goran’s powerful grasp, Goran’s arm wrapped over the man’s lower face muffling any sound, and the man sagging as Goran drove his dagger into side of the man from below, the blade entering the man below his ribs and driving unobstructed deep into the chest and piercing the heart. A simple twist of the dagger magnified the damage already caused.

The third man shouted an alarm as Goran held the dying body in his grasp. After sounding the alarm, the man rushed to the pile of clothes and weapons on the ground and Goran discarded the limp body to the side, pulling one of his swords free of its scabbard and facing himself between the remaining group with Cat and the man turning with his own sword drawn. Goran was prepared for the first reaction from either direction but saw the confused cluster still engaged with Cat so turned to face the immediate threat of the man now armed.

The men fucking Cat’s pussy and mouth couldn’t immediately react. Cat was prepared, though the action had occurred earlier than her original plan. She had also heard the a****l moving, felt the distraction around her with the shuffling of feet and the mumbled reaction as Goran acted. Cat, for her part, had grasped the man’s hips who had his cock in her mouth, holding him tightly with her mouth fully over his cock. It had served to bring him to the brink of climax. The man behind her had been pumping his cock powerfully into her pussy, his hands holding her hips securely to aid his deep thrusts. So, when the alarm had been sounded, these two men had been slow to react. It was the first sound of clanging steel from the violent impact of swords that turned their attention away from her even as their bodies seemed reluctant to disengage from her gripping holes. But when the men did pull their attention, and cocks, from her, she reacted with a swiftness and decisiveness far quicker than they. She dove through the air like an Olympic gymnast, curled, rolled, and rose to a crouch next to the discarded body of the fourth man, his sword still encased in the scabbard secured at his waist.

As her two fuckers reached their own swords and turned defensively, they found their comrade blunting a powerful cross-body blow that sent him staggering. But their attention was turned quickly to the unexpected vision of the slave woman who had previously seemed so submissive. Naked, she was in a deep crouch, a sword held vertically in her two hands over her right shoulder and carefully moving sideways to put herself between them and Goran who was pitched in his own battle. The sight of the slave was difficult for the men to come to terms with. They had been fucking her only moments before as a submissive, compliant slave. Their eyes took in the naked body, her deep crouch displaying her sex and allowing her large breasts to hang slightly on her chest in their own way an enticing and disconcerting image. But the pose, the deep crouch, the position of the sword in her hands held confidently and knowingly ready to strike, blunt, or parry represented something entirely different. As the two men parted separately before her, they became increasingly wary and defensive as they saw the look slowly grow on her face: a menacing glint of clarity in her eyes; a tight snarling smile on her mouth.

In moments after, Cat would reflect on the moment of facing off with the men and the training from Goran snapping into motion as if all she had to do was slip the safety off her assault weapon in her previous life. There was no hesitation. There was no fear. There was no thought or decision. There was only reaction, physical reaction and mental reaction; reaction to the posed situation of the two men before her.

The clang of steel on steel behind her calmed her. That clanging reassured her and relieved her of one concern: she was protecting Goran from being blindsided by these two. She didn’t turn but knew she needed to move to her right to prevent the man on that side from gaining a path to Goran. When she moved, he charged forward, his blade swinging forcefully but wildly. She easily parried the blow by ducking and angling her sword so his blade glanced off and over her. She spun in her crouch, her own blade staying low as the man was caught with his body twisted, her blade slashing through his thigh muscles and fracturing the femur. The man howled, his blade pressing into the ground for balance. The other man had moved, too, but was limited by the move Cat made to stay underneath. Instead of rising to blunt the next man’s attack, she stayed in the crouch and kicked her leg outward as she spun again, this time sweeping the leg out from under the next man. She rose to her feet, the sword again in position in both hands to parry, blunt or strike. She checked the first man to find him still struggling to gain his feet with a badly cut thigh wound. Turning her attention back, she found the other man rolling to his hands and knees, his eyes reflecting blind rage undoubtedly at being bested so far by a female slave.

Cat quickly appraised her situation. Her clear immediate threat was from the enraged man getting to his feet. She turned fully to him, her body angled so her left foot was forward and her ready sword held high at her right shoulder. She moved toward him decisively as Goran had instructed: this is no time to act with reaction to an already obvious threat. She shifted her feet forward, keeping her balance, keeping her body flexed, balanced, and ready to strike.

The man seemed to be appraising his situation as well. His eyes glanced around to all the others: one comrade probably dead; another engaged in a defensive reaction to a fierce onslaught of flashing sword-play; the last weakly stumbling, his sword used more as a crutch than a useful weapon. Then, there was this slave who had quickly wounded one and was now approaching him with a scarily calm confidence. Without intention, he had become the reacting combatant, left with the mentality of spotting an offensive action in time to react to it. As a result, and also without intention, his movements were halting and stuttering, shuffling his feet to keep some distance and all the while in movement backward away from the other action. He saw in the slave’s body a slight easing of tension and he thought, for a moment, he might have the opportunity to flee the scene. It was at that same moment that his backward moves bumped him into something, something sizeable and unyielding. His initial thought was a tree by its rigid firmness against his back until he heard and felt the loud snort of air and glanced the curving long horns on either side of him. Their legendary b**st had come up behind him and he was pressed into its massive head.

Cat had moved with deadly force and efficiency. As she stalked the slowly retreating man, a faint smile formed over her mouth at the sight of the borsin slowly approaching the same man from behind. Whatever thought the man might have had for his retreating would soon evaporate. Cat continued to carefully approach, her feet firmly planted and balanced with each approaching step, the sword in her hands steady in her grasp, her arms, legs, and body taunt for the need for suddenly striking. When the man bumped into the borsin’s massive head, the inevitable was clear to her and she prepared. With a might grunt and snort, the borsin thrust his head forward, the man propelled helplessly toward her. All she needed to do was brace her feet and body, extending her arms and the sword to thrust cleanly through the man’s body.

She stepped to the side, allowing the man’s momentum to continue past her as she pulled the sword from his twisting, stumbling body. At the moment the sword pulled free, she resumed her crouch with the sword raised, focusing now on the remaining man she had already wounded. He was barely limping from his leg wound but was bravely resuming the fight. He was clearly not in any condition to effectively fight but he understood better than Cat the expectations of battle on HOR. He understood there could be no prisoners, no survivors, none left to tell tales. He limped forward with sword raising, more stumbling uncontrolled than a threatening charge but the look in his eyes told his will if not his ability. It was almost a mercifully quick ending with a parry and backward thrust as he stumbled past her.

Goran stood casually at a little distance. He had dispatched two of the men, then he watched with a casual appraising as Cat handled the other two. When she turned finally, he was standing with his hands folded over the hilt of his sword, the point pressed slightly into the ground. When she spotted him, she was struck by two things: the casual nature of his stance and the wide smile on his face.

She shook her head as she wiped the blood off the blade as she approached him. “Master, you could have lent some assistance.”

He shook his head. “I didn’t want to insult you by interfering.” She shook her head but joined him in a laugh.

Goran’s solution for the bodies was simple: the bodies were pulled out into the fast current of the river. Although dead bodies tend to sink, at least until gases form in the stomach, the current was sufficient to carry them downriver where they would be further battered by the rapids or waterfall they had heard earlier.

They inventoried the supplies the men carried, discarded what they didn’t need and consolidated what they could use. Cat rode one of the a****ls … her own ride. The other a****ls were strung behind her.

Goran fell quiet and Cat could see he was wrestling with something. She left him alone to work his thoughts. The next day it was clear by their movements where they were headed. Cat couldn’t resist the question, though.

“Master … you said your plan with Bartle required you bringing reinforcements. We are going to the mountains … I thought you said the Anagor didn’t involve themselves with the problems on this side.”

He nodded. “They don’t. The Anagor aren’t the ones we need.”

After another day of hard riding, Goran stopped in the middle of the afternoon. They had reached the base of the mountains next to a cascading stream falling from the mountain snows higher up. They would camp there before using the secret passage the next day. The decision puzzled Cat. Timing was critical if they were to bring the reinforcements Goran was still being mysterious about.

After they secured the other rides and made camp, Goran confided to Cat that he hadn’t been entirely open about his intentions when they reached the other side of the mountains. He was still fumbling with his words, something he was rarely prone to do. Cat knew him to be an exceptionally confident, direct, and self-assured man. Cat’s intuition told her it was about something that involved her.

Just as Cat was about to question him about it, he surprised her by taking her into his arms, powerfully lifting her as he crushed her mouth with his as if his deepest desire was to devour her in his love, passion, and lust. She allowed her mind and body to instantly be diverted from inquisitiveness to being consumed by his amor. She wrapped her legs and arms around him, holding herself against him as his hands left her. She smiled through the now consuming lust they shared as her lips and tongue attacked his mouth and face. This passion, this lust, could consume her body and soul instantly. Her reaction might have shocked her earlier but quickly became an accepted reality of what he was and the power he had, the power she accepted and desired.

Goran fumbled out of his boots, prying them off with his feet, and opening his tight pants. His hands returned to her bare ass and when he felt her relax her grip on him with the return of his supporting hands, he lowered her until the head of his cock pressed against her crotch. He slipped an arm further underneath for support as the hand moved his cock, stroking along her exposed pussy, rubbing back and forth until his cock sank into her ready and wet hole. He sighed as his cock slipped inside her. She gasped, eager for the familiar feel of his large cock piercing her pussy. She pushed down to take more of him into her. She pressed her face into his shoulder as she moaned and gasped. Between the two of them, each with strength magnified by HOR, she felt secure and at ease as her body began moving up and down on his hard, throbbing cock, his pubic bone occasionally jamming into her clitoris on the down stroke.

Goran awkwardly sank to his knees, landing with a jolt that sent a shockwave through Cat’s clit and body. She hung on as he tilted to the side and they rolled to the ground. She untangled her legs from around him as he settled flat on the wild grass with her riding on top of him. She pushed her upper body to sit over him. She ground her pussy over his cock and groin as she gazed down at him, her eyes seeing only him through a lust-hazed tunnel of vision. His face had several days of growth on it, his eyes were slit as he gazed up at her into the bright afternoon sky, his mouth slightly parted by the gasps he steadily emitted, but both his eyes and mouth also showed the same joy and happiness she also felt from being with him.

She fucked him harder, relentlessly, and when they both came, she settled down over his wide chest, her pussy massaging his cock as if it too relished the feel of it being inside. She purred with contentment.

“Hmmmm … you’re magnificent, Master … your cock consumes me.”

He chuckled and the movement of his cock inside her caused her pussy to clench around him. “It’s a joint experience, Cat. A joint effort that is the magnificence of the experience.” He stroked her bare back lightly with the tips of his fingers, his hips slightly flexing to create small movements of his cock in her flexing pussy, an action he was very familiar with by now with her, an action that could keep him hard despite just cumming. He slipped fingers under her head to raise it enough to look into her eyes. “I told you I don’t think of you as a slave.”

She stretched her head forward to kiss him and sighed as she did so, a combination of his words and the movement in her pussy. “Yes, Master.” She smiled and pushed back, his cock moving deeper. “But I am your slave, Master. I would not have survived. I would not have adjusted to being a common slave that could be used and abused by any man. I would not have been able to accept that. But you … you were different from the start. You taught me to be the best slave because I had to be for both of us. But there was always something different.” She was quiet for several moments, her thoughts bouncing around in her head as her lips kissed his chest and shoulders. “I don’t understand it so I can’t explain it. Though I could not have accepted being a compliant slave before, I will always be your willing and obedient slave. You may give me my freedom and self-will, and I will be grateful, but I will still be your slave. You have taught me to be a warrior, more of one than I was ever before. I am yours in complete compliance, Master. I will fuck who you want and fight who you want alongside you.”

Goran never lost his hardness and her words of commitment, and the dedication underneath, made him harder and filled with need, again. He rolled them and assumed the dominant position above her. She wrapped her legs expectantly around his waist and locked her ankles. Her hips rose off the ground as he thrust aggressively into her cum-filled pussy. She gasped with every powerful thrust as his cock filled her, his magnificent cock sending her closer with every thrust closer and closer to yet another wild orgasmic high. She knew what to expect and she released herself to the experience. Any fuck from her Master was thrilling but the second and third or however many after were mind-blowing for her. After the first fuck, he lasted longer and able to fuck her in multiple positions if he wanted before cumming, again. So, she surrendered her body to him to be used and to experience being used in a prolonged fucking.

Goran gazed down at Cat as he drove his cock into her. He debated on turning her over and fucking her ass but he enjoyed watching her facial reactions as she orgasmed that he contented himself to that pleasure above the tightness of her asshole. Her pussy, her ass, her mouth … Cat drove him crazy with lust regardless of the hole he found himself fucking. He watched from above her, her magnificent breasts bouncing back and forth, side to side. He watched her face, eyes squeezed shut with intense pleasure, her mouth open in an ‘O’ as she panted and gasped and grunted and cried out with each of his thrusts. He watched as she orgasmed several times before he once again filled her pussy with his own climax.

Once he climaxed, again, he rolled them to the side so she rested on top of him, her pussy still filled with his cock. It was several moments, several long, long moments, before either had more desire or need to utter anything more than contented, satisfied sighs.

* * * CHAPTER 8: CONTROL will follow * * * Thanks for reading.