I hope people enjoy this. People who post these stories are looking for many things. I just enjoy comments, and knowing people enjoy the story.
I would like to know, if you do Jack/Jill off that the stories help. If, as you are enjoying yourself, you peal another layer of the dark onion and think to yourself "wow, if only they....".
Leave a comment. You're likely not alone.
It may not be in every segment, but you will certainly see your fetish. I write because I haven't seen non-consent, rape, impregnation, with large/ muscular women in enough stories.
So please enjoy and comment freely.
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"Huntresses! Huntresses are coming!" Screamed a man on horseback bolting from the caravan's vanguard.
Mokali the merchant shifted on his donkey. "Hey, I paid you good money!" He protested seeing more men flee.
From up front, two more men came running on foot. One was a man who drove his wagons. He was a married man who Mokali knew couldn't fight. "Not for this. They're wearing their loincloths. They'll just kill us." He yelled running past.
As if summoning a demon, a black haired Huntress popped out onto the road blocking them in. She was more than six feet tall and skinny. Her movements were graceful and lethal. She kept low as she moved forward towards them. In her right hand was a triangular blade about a foot and a half long. On her shoulders, she wore a circular leather mantle, and on her hips, she wore a light brown loincloth.
She wasn't hunting for breeding today. They would have to get through her if they wanted to live.
"Aw! No!" The pair bewailed. Mokali cursed the bodyguards who ran away.
Mokali watched as the demoness came forward and cut his fleeing men down. His donkey under him balked at the smell of blood and stayed frozen as she came for him too.
From up on a hill, the Huntress leader had a clear view, and watched the ambush go off without a hitch. She had chosen the private place to watch men die so she could sit back and put her feet up while her second got in and licked her pussy.
"Yet another successful kill, Vellina." She breathed. She chuckled as she watched a fat man on a stubborn grey donkey be cut down by Kassin as she moved forward. "Six dead, one got away. Kaarthen the slut cow is fucking slow again."
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In a city-state of Osmuun more than a hundred miles to the south, a man in black was enjoying the fruits of 'the gateway of the west'. The inn had served him imported meat and wine. On the side were the vegetables, slave girls, and excellent cooking Osmuun was known for.
Getting a good slow suck from blonde woman in a land of mostly dark haired girls was always satisfying. The server for his table was also a blonde though slightly darker. She also wore the sexy diaphanous clothes of a courtesan unlike the slave under the table.
Unfortunately for Marcos, life intruded. "Lord Panthi, may we join you?" Called a chubby city councilman. Behind him was a small group of equally old gentlemen of means.
"Certainly, but I'm not done with the woman." Marcos said slowly.
A richly dressed merchant shot forward and sat himself. "Well then you'll like our deal." He said loudly.
The blond under the table was slowing Marcos into one-word answers. "Oh?"
The Councilman sat and looked at him entreatingly before speaking. "Lord Panthi, we need a service. A rogue band of huntresses is killing everything they find. We respect the Sisterhood however..."
The Merchant interjected. "They are not breeding. They are chopping down men from every group or caravan they find."
The blonde seemed to like that news. "A pity..." Marcos couldn't help it wasn't his duty. Menthino, his home country, didn't send him here to hunt bloodthirsty Amazons.
"We'll pay you." The merchant announced.
Marcos smiled. "I'm not able to be bribed..." He said softly and raised a mug to his lips.
The councilman looked dejected but the merchant didn't even blink. "We'll give you the woman."
"I...I see but..." Marcos sat up, set the mug down, and cleared his throat. "I can't actually kill them. Kill sport, which is what that band is doing, is illegal. However, it's happening in open lands." He said raising his hands. "Menthino has treaties with the Sisterhood. I can't as a soldier of Menthino harass a band in open lands."
For a moment, only wet sucks and slurps from under the table were heard as the men across the table gathered their thoughts.
The Councilman stepped in diplomatically. "Lord Panthi, Osmuun is just a City-state but several of the hamlets and farming villages of the interior depend on us for security. Menthino also signed combined security treaties with us. I believe, you, were there for the signing." He let that hang in the air for a moment.
It was the diplomatic equivalent of a neighbor saying 'let me know if you need anything'. Nobody fucking meant it. Now he would have to track some Amazons because Osmuun said it was in the fucking contract. All of this was becoming very distracting to the blowjob under the table.
The blonde bounced into the table a few times trying to keep his cock hard and ready.
The Councilman continued now that he had Marcos' attention. "This band is heading north and will soon be entering the Northwestern passage. As you know, unless something fortuitous happens they'll likely exit into Menthino's northwestern border. Having a band run around in the chaos of a contested border, during the summer, would be a headache for your Crown correct?"
Marcos gave a sigh of exasperation. "Well, I'll admit your second argument is better than the first..."
"And we'll give you a woman!" The innkeeper said from behind him.
Marcos smiled. "Which one?"
"The blonde." The innkeeper smiled.
Marcos knew she was pregnant. "Really? That's awful charitable. It's like a two for one deal..."
Under the table the blonde stopped.
"Indeed. Let's just shake on it." The innkeeper said missing the subtlety of his words.
Marcos moved to take his hand but stopped. "Fine. I'll also need a horse, tack, outdoor gear, her clothes, and perhaps some coin to get up to the area."
