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CHAPTER XV

Shana III

Shana lay in her bedroom panting, naked, and sweating with H'Uku's cum seeping out of her arsehole when she heard banging coming from outside.

In haste she jumped to her feet, threw on a robe, and ran outside barefoot. The soldiers that had been sent out had returned, and she could hear them running around outside. She stepped out into the night sky and saw thirty soldiers walking towards the dungeons. She couldn't see what was in the middle, but she was sure they had someone.

H'Uku walked past, bumping into Shana without saying a word as he headed towards the dungeons. Shana followed after him only to find a palm pressed against her chest when she reached the dungeon door.

"You can't come in." The grey Pakria guard told her.

"I am H'Uku's," Shana told him firmly.

"I don't care," the guard told her. "No entry."

Fuck!

--

Shana waited outside for hours, long enough to hear birds chirping as the sun began to rise. That was when H'Uku left the dungeon. Blood was around his hands, and his knuckles appeared swollen.

"Master," Shana said. "What did you find?"

"Come with me." H'Uku growled as he walked past.

Shana rushed after him back into his bedroom where he washed the blood from his large hands. H'Uku was a big man, but nothing compared to her true Master.

I need this information to get back to my Master, I need to play this correctly.

Shana had learnt plenty about H'Uku since she had arrived. He was the third son and never meant to have power, which is why he used aggression to prove himself.

"My Master," Shana whispered, "If there is any way I can be of service, I will do everything that you tell me."

H'Uku didn't reply, which made Shana know that she said the right thing. He continued to wash his hands before drying with a rag, which instantly turned red.

"We found two men," He finally said as he turned towards her. "Your idea worked."

Of course it did.

"Are they still alive?" Shana asked quickly. Too quickly.

H'Uku glared at her, annoyed by her quick tongue.

"You speak Oswini?" H'Uku asked.

Shana made herself look smaller and weaker to the man.

"Yes, Master." She whispered, faking fear.

"Tomorrow," He continued, "If they're still alive, you will translate what we get from them."

Perfect.

"Yes, Master." Shana replied.

H'Uku threw off his blood covered clothes until he was completely naked. His long, flaccid cock swung between his legs.

Shana took the hint, and without a word she sunk to her knees and crawled to H'Uku, further showing her submissiveness to him.

She took his meat into her hands, stroking it slowly until he began to grow, and then she wrapped her soft lips around him.

"Mmm." Shana fake moaned.

H'Uku's cock continued to grow in her wet, warm mouth. He had closed his eyes and simply enjoyed his slave.

Before long he was as hard as steel. Shana opened her throat and took him deep down.

"Glllggg." She groaned around him.

He didn't touch her. It seemed that H'Uku preferred Shana to do the work today. Without putting her hands onto his body, she simply bobbed her head up and down. She swirled her wet tongue around his crown, tasting his precum.

"Mmm." She moaned again as she continued to bob up and down.

"Mmmmmmffff!!" H'Uku grunted as the first shot of his thick cum struck across Shana's tongue.

She swallowed it down, then the next shot, and then the next. H'Uku produced a massive load of cum which filled her mouth. Shana made a point to let it drool down her chin, knowing he would appreciate the show.

Even after he had stopped cumming Shana continued to suck his dick, licking every inch clean until he was fully satisfied.

"Good girl," H'Uku said, "now leave me. I'll call you in the morning."

--

Shana barely slept. She wanted to send the messenger girl back to M'Taka, however she wanted more information. With an anxious mind she waited until a knock appeared on her door.

On the other side stood H'Uku and two guards.

"Come." H'Uku grunted.

She followed behind into the dungeon building. The smell of a dirty body and blood was overwhelming. Shana had seen people die, but never had they smelt like this before. It took every bit of strength to stop from throwing up.

Her reaction was obvious and actually brought a laugh from H'Uku.

The dungeon building was small, only holding three cells down a small wooden hallway.

The first dungeon was empty.

At the second Shana gasped at what she saw.

There was a man strapped to a wooden chair by his forearms and calves. His entire body looked bruised. His face was cut all over with dry blood around him. But that's not what shocked Shana the most.

It appeared that H'Uku had let his men carry on the work after he left, for this man had his middle finger on his left hand missing.

His head was hung low, and he didn't appear to be moving.

"Is he dead?" Shana asked in Pakriasi, just in case they were alive.

"Not yet," H'Uku replied, "Although he's close."

Shana didn't see many marks made by a man on his body, only his face.

Those bruises must have been from the fall.

A large hand shoved Shana's side and forced her to continue walking to the last dungeon. There was another man in there, but this one was much larger than the first. He was awake.

His eyes met Shana's and widened at the sight.

H'Uku's men had clearly done more to this man. He had cut marks from a blade in various spots across his body which were still leaking blood. He had all of his fingers and limbs, but he had taken a lot of torture.

Why have they been torturing them when no one here can even understand their language?

Shana thought,

is it just to scare them?

"This one can speak," H'Uku told Shana. "Tell him we will end his pain if he tells us everything about why their group are here."

Shana nodded as one guard unlocked his cell, and she stepped in. The man stunk, and Shana's nostrils burnt.

"Hello." Shana whispered in Oswini, knowing that no one else would understand her.

"You're from Oswin?" He asked.

Shana's eyes darted across his cut body.

"Technically." Shana replied.

"And you're with them?" He asked. At the same time a drop of blood fell from his mouth. He was only just better than the first prisoner.

"I am their slave." Shana told him with pride, not that he could tell.

"Is Kael alive?" He then asked.

Shana looked back to see confused looks on H'Uku and his guards' faces.

"I believe so," Shana told him, "but he's in pain. You can help him."

This brute of a man spat blood onto the floor, followed by one of his teeth.

"Can you help me?" He asked. "We share a continent. You're not one of them."

Shana looked at him. She knew that she should feel sadness for this man who was in great pain, but that feeling didn't exist for her.

"I can't," She told him. "They want to know why you're here."

He coughed again and hung his head back before locking eyes with Shana.

"Tell them," He coughed more blood, "to suck my dick."

Shana had to stop herself from laughing.

How does a man being tortured still make a joke?

"They're going to keep hurting you..." Shana said, but he cut her off.

"Fuck them," He muttered.

Shana tried to read him, which was hard when most of his face was covered in blood.

I need to show sympathy, he has some trust for me simply because I am not Pakria.

She crouched down and moved close, putting a hand onto his cut thigh and looking into his eyes.

"I can't help you unless you tell me something," Shana said to him. "Please, just give me something."

His eyes darted between hers. She could see the internal fighting going on in his mind. He went to speak but then stopped.

Shana turned her head back to H'Uku and shook her head, which prompted them to enter the cell and surround the prisoner.

"Fuck you!" He shouted with a new breath of life.

H'Uku pushed Shana out of the cell, but as she walked away she could hear the prisoner shouting at the guards.

She walked past the other prisoner,

Kael,

she thought,

he can't have long left for this world. He's lucky. It's his friend who will suffer the worst.

Shana met up with Ceri and passed on the information for her to take back to her Master.

--

It was hours later when Shana saw H'Uku again, and he was covered in blood.

"Is he dead?" Shana asked.

"Not yet," H'Uku replied. "He is stronger than the other."

"Good," Shana replied. "Hopefully we will get some information from him."

"Yes," H'Uku told her as he washed his hands again, "we will keep this one alive. He'll talk eventually."

CHAPTER XVI

Connah II

The emptiness inside of Connah had taken over. Simply speaking was difficult for him now. It had been weeks since Kael fell, but Connah held onto hope that he was still alive, although he didn't know what to do if he wasn't.

The group were all walking in silence until Connah spotted movement in the distance.

"Everyone quiet." He grunted at the team.

They all ducked down and rushed towards him. Ahead of them, not too far, there was a group of what appeared to be soldiers.

"How many?" Samuhal asked.

"Looks like six." Exi replied.

Connah looked at them and then at his group.

"We can take them." Connah said.

"In your fucking dreams," Exi told him. "There's only three of us that can fight."

Samuhal's face dropped, and Connah had to admit that he was becoming a hinderance to the group without being able to fight.

"They might know about Erik and Kael." Alix then said.

Good boy.

Connah watched the enemy walking in the distance. They each had curved swords, and Connah couldn't see any spears.

"Okay, we each still have a spear, right?" Connah asked.

The group nodded.

"From what I can see, they don't," He explained. "We charge at them and try to take some out with the spears to even the numbers. In a fight we can easily beat them."

"Maybe when we first set off," Exi replied. "We're all underfed, and we haven't had a rest in over a month. We're not as quick as we once were, Connah."

"We have to try!" Connah argued.

Alix was nodding in agreement to his own benefit. Samuhal had a straight face on, probably knowing that he wouldn't be any use in this fight, yet again.

"I don't agree with this plan." Exi said.

"If Kael was here, he would fight to save any of us." Connah told her.

He may not have officially been their leader, but everyone knew that Kael would've died for them. If he hadn't already,

no, he's alive.

"Okay, so we go?" Connah asked Exi. She nodded, still not sold but agreeing.

"I... I'll stay here with Jahil." Samuhal said.

And so, Connah, Exi, and Alix crouch walked towards the Pakria group. As they got closer the soldiers looked even bigger. Connah pulled the spear from its holder on his back. His arm was hurting from the last fight, but his sheer will was powering through.

With a loud roar he launched the spear and struck one of the Pakria through his shoulder and stuck him into the desert.

Exi threw hers next, and it went through one of their chests.

Alix thew his last, as always. Being the expert with a spear, he struck his Pakria through his head.

Connah unsheathed his sword and charged at the three remaining Pakria, not including the one stuck into the ground with Connah's spear through his shoulder.

Exi sprinted forward, being the quickest, with a blade in each hand. As she ran, Connah noticed that her once very short red hair had grown since they first set off, serving as another reminder of how long this journey had already taken.

She batted a Pakria sword away before slicing back with her right-handed weapon. This Pakria was able to dodge the attack, and the two started to fight.

Connah, sword in hand, struck at another Pakria, who managed to deflect his attack.

He could hear the sound of weapons clashing around him, but Connah's sole focus was on this one Pakria.

His enemy thrust his sword at Connah, who just managed to duck to the left. He struck back, clipping the Pakria's arm but not causing any real damage.

These are better fighters than the last ones,

Connah thought.

Suddenly a large, solid fist struck Connah's face and made him stumble backwards. The warm feeling of blood trickled down his face as the Pakria charged at him. Raising his own sword into the air, he stopped the attack as their eyes locked.

This Pakria was stronger, and Connah knew it. As their swords pushed together, they were growing closer to Connah's face.

He released his pushing and ducked to his right as the Pakria's sword pressed down.

As Connah repositioned himself in a defensive stance, he felt his lungs burn in his chest.

Exi's right, we're weaker than when we started.

Even as Connah tried to control his breathing, he found it hard not to pant as the Pakria approached him with a smile.

He struck at Connah who deflected the strike, then another and another. Connah was on the defensive and couldn't see any opportunity to strike back until the Pakria sliced hard enough against Connah, that when blocking, Connah's sword flew out of his hand.

His feet dug into the sand with no weapon in his hands as the Pakria stared at him.

Connah's face burnt red,

these grey bastards!

"Ahhhh!!" Connah roared and stormed at the large Pakria, who wasn't quick enough to strike, and Connah tackled him onto the ground. The Pakria's curved blade landed on the sand as Connah rained his fists down onto the grey man's face.

"Urgh!" Connah grunted when a large fist hit his side and he was pushed from the Pakria.

As he got to his feet, another fist hit his side and winded him. Connah pushed past the pain and stood up just in time for a fist to batter against his face.

More blood fell from him into the sand as he stared at the Pakria.

Behind him Exi was fighting her foe, but Connah couldn't see where Alix was from this position.

The Pakria in front of Connah was panting as well, then he struck first. Connah dipped backwards and watched the fist move inches from his face before landing a punch back against his temple.

His knuckles instantly shook in pain from the strike, but again he pushed through it.

The Pakria hit back, but Connah blocked with his arms, although that didn't ease the pain. His body felt tired and aching as he blocked another strong attack with his arms.

Fuck this guy!

Alex screamed in his head and charged again. He tackled the Pakria's stomach and dragged him onto the ground.

With his knees on either side of the enemy, Connah's fists were like a storm battering down against his face over and over and over. Connah's knuckles were bleeding, or was that this man's blood. He couldn't tell. Connah was too overcome with rage as his fists crashed against his skull.

He wasn't fighting back anymore, but Connah wasn't done. Over and over he punched the man's head with all of his strength. He heard the sound of cracking skull, but that didn't stop him.

"Fuuuckk you!!" Connah screamed as he continued to punch this animal's head over and over.

When his knuckles felt raw and his lungs were fighting to work, Connah finally stopped. The Pakria was long dead, except for his legs occasionally twitching. Blood was splattered against Connah's face, but he didn't know whose.

He looked around and saw that Exi and Alix had just finished off their opponents. Behind them, the Pakria that Connah had hit with his spear was still on the ground.

Slowly the three of them surrounded the Pakria that was writhing in pain. Connah gripped around the neck of the spear and yanked it from the ground and the Pakria's shoulder.

He attempted to scramble away, but Connah plunged the spear through its calf and bone and back into the ground.

"Get Jahil," Connah panted. "He's not going anywhere."

The Pakria was whining beneath him.

It didn't take long for Exi to return with Jahil and Samuhal.

"Ask him if they've seen Kael." Connah grunted out.

Jahil spoke in their strange language, to which the Pakria shouted back and spat onto the ground. Connah knew immediately he didn't give them any useful information, and before Jahil could even speak, he pulled the spear out of the one leg and plunged it into the other.

Exi jumped back, and the Pakria screamed out, but Connah didn't care.

"Ask him again." Connah grunted.

Jahil spoke to him once more, but the Pakria didn't seem to speak but just whined.

I don't have time for this.

Connah grabbed the spear and twisted it inside of him to make him scream more.

"Connah." Exi gasped from the side.

With his blood-covered face he glared at Exi before turning back to the Pakria.

"Ask again." He growled.

Jahil spoke, her tone quickened and panicked. This time the Pakria seemed to speak back, but Connah still didn't believe his tone and grabbed the spear once more.

"They're alive!" Jahil shouted as Connah's fingers clenched around the spear.

"What?" Connah asked.

Jahil's eyes were wide open as she looked at him. The Pakria was still speaking to her.

"He said they found two men!" Jahil told him. "They took them back."

"Back where?!" Connah shouted and twisted the spear again to make the Pakria scream.

Jahil spoke to him in haste, and he immediately replied.

"They're at H'Uku's home," Jahil said. "Both of them are alive!"

They're alive, I knew it!

Connah's grip loosened, and he stepped back from the spear. Suddenly it hit him.

What happened to me?

It was as if Connah only saw red. Rage had overtaken his empty emotions,

was that me?

"So, we're going to this H'Uku's to get them back?" Alix asked.

Connah looked at Exi, who had a look of shock on her face. Connah felt painfully sick but nodded.

"Okay then." Alix said.

Before anyone knew what he was doing, Alix slammed the pointed end of his sword through the Pakria's skull and into the ground. The grey man's body finally went limp.

"Why?!" Jahil shouted and hit Alix's chest.

"We weren't going to keep him alive," Alix grunted. "Come on, we have to save them."

Exi looked at Connah, and he thought he saw fear in her eyes. To be honest, Connah was afraid himself. He had never felt like that before. He had never purposefully caused so much pain to an individual. Connah hated the Pakria, and he couldn't explain it, but he wanted to give him as much pain as possible.

"Exi." Connah whispered, but she raised a hand.

"Leave it." She replied. She took Jahil's arm and walked away.

Samuhal and Alix looked at Connah, and without a word they began to walk as well.

--

When night fell, the group hadn't spoken to each other. Connah forced himself to sit next to Exi.

"Exi," He whispered to the red head, "I... I don't know what happened."

"You tortured him." Exi bluntly replied.

Connah hung his head in shame.

"I... I'm sorry," He stuttered. "I've never done that before. I don't know where it came from."

Connah's hands were shaking. The sick feeling in his stomach hadn't gone away.

"Just don't do it again." Exi whispered to him.

Connah nodded his head, grateful for her response.

"Did Jahil tell you how long until we reach this H'Uku?" Connah asked her.

"Two weeks at least." Exi told him.

Connah rested back, thinking to himself.

That rage,

he thought to himself,

has that always been in me? It felt... good. Oh gods, what is happening to me.