Game What are you doing right now?

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As usual. writing. This is the latest bit of erotica, enjoy.

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“That’s how easy it is, Zora. Let them see the obvious and they forget that not everything is obvious as it seems.” Evan grinned as he re-loaded his M-16.

“This woman is very impressed,” Zora replied after wiping her blade clean on the tunic of one of the fallen near the gate and slipped it home into her scabbard.

“Judging by the screams, there must be a few women here. I better go make sure the D’jalon aren’t getting carried away. It was just the garrison I wanted eliminated, not the lonely boy’s entertainment.” Even replied and headed off to break up what sounded like it was becoming a riot.

“Okay, break it up,” Evan roared at the top of his voice then fired a couple of shots from his pistol into the ceiling. “Leave the women alone,” he continued, the shots starting everyone in the room creating a fresh bout of screams from the women and stopping what was going to end up as a mass rape. “Go find the kitchens and get something to eat before your friends get here and there’s nothing left.”

The mention of food got the attention of most of D’jalon in the process of addressing their carnal lusts but it took Evan grabbing a couple of waistbands and physically hauling the men off the top of the terrified concubines and propelling them towards the door before the mayhem settled down. The final act was him applying his big army boot to a couple of backsides and clearing the room of all the lusty warriors. He might be leading almost thirty thousand warriors but by no stretch of the imagination could they be called an army. He’d left the savannah lands with over forty thousand of these warriors but the further north they had travelled, the seemingly endless vista of rolling sand dunes combined with long tiring days walking further and further from their homeland had seen many just turn around and head home. What had begun as the prospect of an exciting adventure at first had begun to pale the further they went and the more tired they had become. Food was running short, water had to be strictly rationed and although they had been able to replenish water at every garrison they had overcome, in increasing numbers, the men were tired, hungry and dis-spirited and had simply walked away whenever they stopped for the night. They were fed up and no amount of coercion or persuasion by Neith or any of the chieftains was going to deter them from going home.

Confronted with over thirty terrified women who had been convinced up until Evan’s timely arrival they were about to be abused and then slain, most likely even eaten if the rumours the Shaekel leadership had widely circulated were to be believed now congregated against the back wall of what was apparently their quarters. Evan may have put an end to their immediate fears but in their eyes, he was by far the biggest and meanest-looking of all the black-skinned warriors who had burst into the room and the thunder of his Beretta firing in the room had them all believing he was possessed of some magical powers. Thoughts that they were being possibly kept alive for some unspeakable ritual or human sacrifice filled many a head due to the rumours and disinformation that had been freely circulated as a means to instil fighting morale within the troops who manned the garrison. Those same troops had widely talked with the women and thus the untruths passed to the ears of these women who served their Faith by serving the sexual needs of the men stationed here. The women were a curious mix as well with some Evan had to admit as being true beauties while several appeared well past their prime and he was left wondering about the strange customs and odd ways of the Shaekel lifestyle where the women of the lands seemed to always be subservient to the needs of the men.

“What is to become of us,” the most beautiful of the women finally summoned the courage to ask, her filmy transparent silken attire and gossamer-thin veil leaving no doubt in Evan’s mind that she was genuinely beautiful.

“I’m sorry about that,” Evan began meaning the sudden intrusion into their lives by the undisciplined warriors he was attempting to lead. “I didn’t know there were women here until I heard you screaming. Don’t worry; I’ll put a guard on the door and you won’t be troubled again as long as I am here. Our fight is with your Shah, not his people so just relax but I’d advise you to stay inside, understand? I can protect you in here but not if you go wandering about outside.”

“You do not intend to slay us all,” the woman further asked.

“Hell no; don’t you even think that. The D’jalon will be camped out around the garrison tonight be we’ll be moving on in the morning at sunrise. What you do after that is your business.” Evan informed them just as Zora walked in and faces that once held fear and were just starting to calm down now looked at the tall Karkeara warrior in amazement. “Zora, can you talk to these women? I don’t think they believe me that we’re not going to harm anyone. I’m going to go have a look around and make sure the D’jalon aren’t going to try and do something else stupid.”

“This woman will do this thing, Evan,” Zora replied then strode into the room, winking at Evan as she passed him and he grinned back.
 
Once the big US Marine had left and closed the door behind him, Zora took a long searching look at the group of what she knew to be concubines. She had learned about the mentality behind such a profession where the women could make a living selling their sexual favours and in an isolated outpost that offered no where they could spend their earnings, many were in all likelihood rather wealthy. As with the male members of the Shaekel, they too could seek a better lifestyle and conditions for themselves by applying themselves diligently to the teachings of their Faith. Those with families could provide a better life for their kin whereas for others, it was simply a means to acquire a dowry before contemplating marriage and the woman who could bring some wealth to the matrimonial commitment was far more attractive in the eyes of a prospective male suitor than one without it. For the women of the Karkeara, warriors all who accepted no man as a better and very few as equals; it was almost beyond belief that a woman would willingly subjugate herself to any man. With a blade in her hand, Zora accepted no man as an equal and they had to earn her respect and any attempt to force her compliance to anything she was not freely willing to offer would be met with a battle-cry on her lips and flashing steel in her hand.

“It is forbidden for a Shaekel woman to touch the weapons of a man,” the haughty-beauty mentioned on eyeing the hilt of Zora’s broadsword protruding about her left shoulder.

“This woman is not Shaekel,” Zora stated with conviction. “This woman is Karkeara and Karkeara are warriors all.”

“Are you not bound to serve the desires of all men? Is man not the sole reason to exist, to provide that which only a woman can?”

“This woman chooses who shares my affections and any man who believes that this woman is here just to serve him will find that this woman will indeed serve, a yard of steel in his guts.”

“I saw the look you gave that man, Evan when you entered. You have served him and his desires.”

“This woman deemed him worthy of my affections and yes, such intimacy as you mention happened between us. Evan is a good man who cares for all people, man and woman but he too is a warrior who will never take a step back from any foe. He is a man most worthy to share this woman’s bed and thus has transpired between us. He accepted it was this woman’s choice alone to make and thus made, this woman gave myself willingly unto him. He treats women as equals and not just to be used for his pleasures. And of the man himself, any woman would sing praises to the Gods for the chance to find herself in his embrace and know him as only a woman can know any man. This woman has known other lovers in her life but none who have pleased and satisfied as well as Evan. This woman would die for him because this woman has lived to know life and all its splendours in his powerful arms.”

“I see the truth in your words as a serving Dala is trained from puberty to know the truth and I am moved by your devotion. I am called Dala Misanth and have served the men of the Faith since my thirteenth year. With study and devotion to our holy cause, I seek to ascend to the rank of Adala when I am deemed worthy of such advancement within the ranks of all Dalas. We exist to serve men and to this cause, we devote our lives.”

“One day, this women hopes you have the chance to make your own choice of a man that you alone decide is worthy of your affections. Only then will you know the true joy of what being a woman really means. Until that day, you are no more than a slave to the whims of men.” Zora explained, if not a little harshly because the Dala was displaying an attitude that was almost beyond Zora’s ability to believe that almost any woman would consider. Zora left the women with those thoughts and began exploring the quarters where these women lived their chosen lifestyle, wondering about their strange-to-her thinking and devotion to a cause that made males the absolute rulers of their lives. Equally, the concubines watched with not a little puzzlement at this obviously proud weapon-wielding warrior as she wandered their abode, looking at various artefacts and items on the various shelves and furniture about the room. Several doors opened off the communal area and proved to be the women’s sleeping quarters, some having as many as six beds separated by filmy curtains and decorated with wall hangings and alcoves with clothing hanging. Zora respected their privacy and did nothing but satisfy her curiosity by looking because she knew several of their women were watching her as she prowled about the various rooms.
 
One room however was by far, more opulent and garishly decorated than the others. Sporting just one large bed, it also had several ornately carved cabinets, large windows that faced the west, heavy embroidered curtains and Zora know immediately, this was Dala Misanth’s room. It also had something the other rooms lacked; a second door and when she pushed it open, discovered it led directly to another opulent bedroom that she quickly determined was the garrison commander’s abode. This room was decorated in a more masculine fashion, the bed sported more of the filmy curtains that seemed to be so-favoured by the Shaekel, expensive treasures on expensive-looking and elaborately-carved furniture, displays of weapons and flags hung predominantly on two of the four walls and plush carpets covered the floor. The bed was dishevelled as if the occupier had left it in haste and she guessed the commander had been startled when he realised that the garrison was being assaulted, rushed outside to discover what all the sudden commotion meant and died there under a flood-tide of bloodied D’jalon spears. A door opened into a large room with a huge table surrounded by twenty chairs and was obviously where the commander held meetings with his men or entertained guests.

As soon as Zora left the room, she noticed Evan standing off to her right before the garrison’s barracks block attempting to kick open what was an obviously locked door. Just as she arrived at his side, something in the door-jamb splintered, yielding to his powerful kicks and the door crashed open. The room proved to be a combined armoury and store house with rack upon rack holding hundreds of swords, lances and at least a thousand of the short sturdy bows the Shaekel favoured along with a vast quantity of arrows. There was saddlery, tack, water-skins, ream upon ream of material predominantly white in colour and even several what appeared to be brand new wagon wheels.

“We can use most of this gear,” Evan mentioned after a brief look around. “I’ll get the D’jalon chieftains to distribute it amongst any of the men they think could make the best use of it. The lances will be useful if we encounter any cavalry and having that many bows, even if the men aren’t used to using them, it doesn’t take much skill to shoot a few arrows at the bad guys.”

Zora nodded her agreement. “The women will cause no trouble,” Zora informed him. “Fear of the D’jalon will keep them inside their quarters. Your plan is now what, Evan?”

“This garrison was obviously built to hold at least ten times the defenders we encountered and there are enough stores laid in to feed that many for a week. We’ll let the men have an early finish today and they can camp in the area and rest for the rest of the day and the night. It’s only about a two-day’s walk to the coast from here so they can kill the remaining buffalo and once the stores are distributed, fill their hungry stomachs and water-skins and we’ll make an early start in the morning.”

“This woman wonders where you will stay this night.” Zora asked with a twinkle in her eye.

“Well, I want to arrange a meeting with the chieftains then I’ll probably find a quiet spot somewhere.”

“This woman has a suggestion; you are the commander, yes,” she asked with a straight face and Evan wasn’t falling for it for a minute. “The commander’s bed appears big enough for two.”

“Who did you have in mind,” Evan asked innocently.

“This woman of course,” Zora suggested and this time, her face did brighten into a smile.

Several hours later, with the newly-risen moon glistening on the faint sheen of sweat on Evan’s broad back, Zora’s arms, draped around his neck pulled his lips down to hers and kissed him again. “That woman has been watching us,” she whispered softly in the big marine’s ear.

To Dala Misanth, watching had been a normal part of her formative years so she felt no qualms about being the voyeur as Evan and Zora gave themselves to sating their mutual passions. Watching lovers engaged in sexual acts had been the then-young girl’s introduction to what life would hold in store for a future concubine. They had been encouraged to do so in fact by the senior Adalas and Prodalas as being the beginnings of educating and teaching them what the aspiring Dala needed to know in the pursuit of a life devoted to pleasing men. The sole time their focus was not on giving the man pleasure was the day that a carefully chosen male would be offered the young girl’s virginity. With patience and sensitivity, the great honour the man had been offered was the result of him displaying the necessary qualities to several more-experienced concubines who would then meet and vote on the man’s suitability for the task. However, from that day onwards, the often very young girl earned the probationary title of Seidala as she began a life devoted to the male of the species.
 
Some of the young girls never advanced further either because they lacked the necessary commitment or for some, the emotional issues that accompanied servicing the needs of so many men, from the gentle and kind to the demanding and brutal and were discretely discarded from the training establishments in shame. Payments to the girl’s families would cease and the young girl often found herself homeless and a beggar, cast out onto the streets and being forced to sell her-self anyway but now just for scraps in order to survive. Most did not survive; some taking their own lives in despair, succumbing to disease or being murdered during a violent rape and no one cared for their plight. They were deemed as failing to be true to the Faith that guided all Shaekel and as such, not worthy of a true believer’s pity. No second chance was ever offered nor were any of the girls told what life would hold in store for them as a result of failure with every new intake expected to trust and believe in the teachings of their tutors and mentors and the faith’s natural order of selection. If they failed, it was a failure of their beliefs and as such, the selection process weeded out any who harboured doubts or reluctance to commit firmly and devotedly to the Faith.

Evan suddenly felt awkward as if he was being appraised or evaluated and in this he was correct but not in the way he assumed. He knew what the woman’s vocation was and guessed with having a life-time of carnal experience behind her, her mindset would be more inclined to being critical of what she was observing rather that the true reason, learning if the woman Zora’s words had been truthful. Misanth had been with enough men to know the difference between a man just accepting her ministrations or taking what he deemed as being a man’s right to take but watching Evan and Zora offering and accepting the mutual gift of pleasure was almost unknown to the Dala. It was the woman’s first experience with the freedom the women Zora has talked about; freedom to choose a lover then freedom to give herself completely and utterly because the man she had chosen was returning her passions with caring passion of his own. She realised it was gratitude rather than obligation that drove the pair to the apparent heights of pleasure that the Dala had never experienced in all her years of sexual encounters. In her mind, a war began, the teachings of her faith was now at odds with what her eyes could plainly see and try as she might, with the devotion of someone who had always had ultimate belief if the Faith, doubt had begun to gnaw at the fringes of that belief.

Zora understood what was happening far better than Evan did because she had listened to the woman express her beliefs and although they went completely against everything the Karkeara believed in, she was a woman and as such, understood the woman’s emotions better than the man did. “This woman believes she has shown that all that that women knew before has just proven to be false.” She furthered whispered in Evan’s ear.

Evan rolled onto his side, propped on one elbow, glanced at the shadowy face in the doorway then back to the smiling face of the women he held in his strong arm and wondered if he was missing something he thought should have been obvious if Zora could see it. “What do you mean, Zora,” he whispered back.

“The Dala has never had a choice except to choose to do what she could to please the man who chose her. This woman knows she wants to make a choice right here and right now but cannot because she does not know how.” Zora explained.

“What choice,” Evan asked because he was becoming more mystified with every second and Zora’s seemingly cryptic replies weren’t helping him understand what was going on.

“The Dala wants to choose you, Evan. She wants to know what this woman knows, that here in my arms is a true man who cares and tries his best to please me. The Dala wants to choose to be in your arms now and to know you as only any woman can know any man.”

“Well, I’m busy pleasing this woman and have no plans to stop right now, Zora. There’s no way I am ever going to ditch you just because some Shaekel whore wants a piece of me.”

“This woman is honoured to hear that but you are more than enough man for two women. Invite her to our bed. This woman is curious to see her face when you love her. This woman would gamble and be assured of a win; that Dala has never had a man as is yourself; so strong and so big.”

“You’re serious,” Even was sure his jaw just dropped a foot when he realised what Zora was saying.

“This woman believes it will prove very entertaining and when the Dala is spent and done for, this woman will still be here for you.”

Evan just realised Zora had a mean streak inside and she was actually excited at the prospect of the shock that discovering how big he actually would prove to be to Misanth because she remembered the first time she found out and thought he was going to break her.

“Do you know her name,” Evan asked in a whisper.

“This woman believes he name is Misanth,” Zora kissed him again after replying and the smile that washed over her face told him she was looking forward to seeing the look on the woman’s face when she too discovered what Zora already knew.
 
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