2: Jael's Vengeance
Since my first story in this series was well received (found in the "Taboo" section), I continued with this darker tale from Judges 4. Your comments have been encouraging. Thank you.
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THUD! The heavy hammer met the sharpened peg and drove it deep into the hard soil. "BASTARDS!" screamed Jael internally with the swing of the mallet.
Though the tent pegs took the force of her blows, the real objects of her wrath were flesh and blood. THUD! "BASTARDS!" Another peg was driven deeply into the ground.
The young Jewess was strong and wiry, yet nonetheless strikingly beautiful. Her green eyes glistened like oases in the smooth desert brown of her flawless facial features. Her curves were full and inviting and she was crowned with a cascade of ebony locks that fell to the base of her taut, rounded buttocks. In fact, her sensuous appearance was a co-conspirator with the objects of her rage.
Jael lived in violent times. Her country had been occupied by a bellicose nation for two decades. Jabin, King of Hazor, was a ruthless Canaanite who counted human life to be cheap and wholly expendable. Hazor's bloody rule was enforced by his powerful war machine presided over by his general, Sisera. The general commanded nine hundred iron chariots driven by sleek, strong Hittite horses. The infernal machines kept Israel under Jabin's unyielding thumb for years.
Under oppressive rule, one had two choices: suffer or cooperate. While many Israelites stood strong, Jael's sycophantic husband, Eber, chose the latter route. Eber sold his services as a wainwright to service Sisera's chariots. The feckless coward also made Jael part of his bargain, giving her to service Sisera's horsemen. THUD! "BASTARDS!" Another spike was planted.
Jael's mind raced back to the events of the night before—events repeated week after week. While Eber repaired Canaanite chariots, four soldiers entered their tent. Jael knew why they were there. She involuntarily led them to the bed chamber and disrobed. While she did so, the Canaanites wasted no time in doing the same.
Her flowing tresses could not hide the bounty of her flesh. Firm, plumb breasts crowned with almond- brown nipples stood proudly like the majestic mountains in the distance. Her feminine triangle, framed with thick raven curls sloped slightly below her firm abdomen. Jael made no effort to cover herself. She knew that would only make her tormentors more brutal.
The obvious leader of the quartet approached and roughly pushed her backward onto the pile of scented cushions on the floor. He straddled her face and lowered himself on her. Jael's stomach churned as she inhaled the putrid odor of his flesh, the stench of sweat and horses. Her mouth opened to accept the unwanted gift of his scrotum, hairy and nearly twitching with anticipation. He pulled on his own shaft as he forced her to suckle his balls.
A second attacker grasped her knees with his calloused, strong hands, and lifted them upward. Kicking a pillow under her ass, he roughly parted her legs. Without the courtesy of the slightest foreplay, he shoved his massive member between her curls, entering her to the hilt. Jael gasped in pain, only allowing the balls of her first attacker more deeply into her mouth.
The remaining two horsemen knelt to either side of her prone body. Knowing that to delay meant pain, Jael grasped the two erect cocks in either hand and began stroking them. All four men laughed and taunted their unwilling whore, pimped to them by her traitorous spouse.
Jael soon felt like the hub of some sort of hellish fucking machine. The rhythms of the bobbing ball sack, the fleshy spear penetrating her pussy, and the two hard rods in her hands melted into one surreal concert of depravity, punctuated only by grunts, chortles, and profanity from the Canaanites. "Your bitch is the finest Jewish ass I have ever had, Eber," sneered one of the men. Jael caught a glimpse of Eber eagerly watching the sex circus. He, as was often the case in these sessions, standing in the entryway of the tent, masturbating gleefully.
At the signal of the horseman mounting her mouth, all five men stood over Jael's prone body, bringing themselves to a climax. Soon streams of warm semen covered the defiled wife of Eber, making her degradation complete. After surveying the cum-drenched body of their conquest, all five men exited the tent with cruel, derisive laughter.
THUD! BASTARDS! Another peg felt Jael's impotent fury. During the orgy of the preceding night, tent pegs were pulled from the ground as one or two of the horsemen grasped the canvas walls to fully express their orgasms. To and insult to injury, Jael was charged with reanchoring that tent today as Eber had joined Sisera's chariots.
The chariots had been readied the night before for a looming battle. Sisera had heard that Israeli insurgents had gathered and an attack was immanent. No doubt his horsemen would make short work of the pitiful resistance. He mounted the trailing chariot early that morning, confident of a quick slaughter of his enemies.
But as Jael repaired her canvas home, a surprising story was unfolding. The army of her countrymen was being led with the inspired strategy of Deborah and Barak, and unlikely pair of warriors. Before the sun had reached its apex, the Jews had lured all nine hundred chariots in to a Kishon River valley. Unused to this terrain, horses bolted, throwing charioteers on to the ground where they were speared to death by the insurgents concealed there.
