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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!
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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."
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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.
