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They dragged three women into my tent and threw them onto the ground. Two of them were blonde and weeping, the third dark-haired and defiant.

"Where does the black-haired one come from?" I asked. "Aren't the Morovians all blond?"

"She's a princess of some other tribe, my lord -- a hostage." Arnulf reached down and yanked her hair. "Wipe that look off your face, bitch!"

Sparks leaped into her eyes and red into her cheeks. With clawed fingers, she shot her hand toward Arnulf balls. He danced backward out of her reach just in time, then stepped forward, open hand raised to slap her. She made no move to duck the blow.

"No," I said quickly, and Arnulf let his hand drop. "She'll pay for her bad manners by being my partner for this little celebration." He turned to look at me. "You can have both the blondes," I told him.

A sly smile crossed Arnulf's face. He nodded, and turned his attention to the pair.

"Come," he said, intending to take them to his tent. But again I contradicted him.

"Stay," I invited him. "You can entertain me by entertaining yourself with them here. I'm sure our little vixen will find it interesting and enlightening."

As always, Arnulf caught my mood. He knew he was free to do as he wished with them, that the more he did the more I would enjoy his dalliance with them. Since that was what he wanted anyway, there was no disagreement. And this was by no means the first time we had celebrated a victory together.

"Come," he said again, grasping each of the blondes by a wrist. This time, however, he dragged them toward the corner and the pile of rugs and cushions there. Both tried to resist, so he threw them, one after the other, into a heap in the corner. Arnulf was stronger even than I, and especially so when the lust was on him as it was now.

Both girls appeared to be only shortly beyond childhood, perhaps fourteen or fifteen years, as was their darker companion. One was small, somewhat thin, with small breasts, but otherwise a woman's shape. The other was taller and plumper, with broader hips and large breasts for her age.

It was clear they had some inkling of what awaited them, as both huddled in the corner, their knees drawn up into defensive positions with arms wrapped around their heads. If they understood Arnulf's barked commands to undress, they showed no sign of it, only ducking their heads as he roared at them.

Reclining on my couch, I extended a hand to the dark-haired girl, expressionless. She looked at it, then into my eyes, trying to read them. I kept my expression blank, as always. When she hesitated, I gestured toward Arnulf, who was hovering threateningly over the two blondes, and then repeated my invitation. She glanced over her shoulder at that scene, guessed its meaning, and made her choice.

Cautiously, she reached out and took my hand. I pulled her to me, turning her so that she sat with her back toward me, then guiding her to stretch out in front of me with both of us facing toward Arnulf and his two playmates. I wrapped my arms around her, avoiding direct contact with her small breasts. She was tense and shivering, but she made no move to struggle against me.

Arnulf, meeting no success in his efforts to undress the girls verbally, took matters into his own hands. He pulled one of the two girls to her feet in front of him, gripped her dress at the bodice, and in one vicious downward jerk ripped it into two pieces. The girl shrieked and tried vainly to pull the two halves together to cover herself.

The other chose that moment to try to escape. She was halfway to the tent's opening when Arnulf caught her around the ankle, sending her sprawling. He jerked her back toward him, which caused her loose dress to slide almost up to her waist. When she tried to push it down with her hands, Arnulf cracked her across the face with a sharp blow. When her hands flew up to protect her face, hw grabbed her bodice and ripped her dress open. Quick work, even for Arnulf.

I was in no mood to baby the dark-haired girl, myself, but I was content for the moment to let Arnulf have center stage. She was not turning away from his activities. Indeed, she watched Arnulf carefully, trembling slightly. She was very aware of me, too. I pulled her back into my chest. My arms, still wrapped around her, nudged the underside of her young tits. Through the soft material of her dress, I could feel them against my arm, small and firm.

"Do you understand me?" I asked her in my native tongue. She looked at me out of the corner of her eye, then shrugged her shoulders. I repeated the question in the Morovian tongue. She hesitated, the gave a quick nod of her head.

"Obey me and you will live," I said. "I will hurt you if you disobey me. Please me and you will be safe. Do you understand?"

Again she gave me a quick nod. "Good," I said, and laid back against the cushions again, pulling her back against me. I decided to watch Arnulf for the moment.

Arnulf had both of the girls backed into a corner, their tattered dresses hanging from their bodies. Gesturing to the smaller girl to stay put, he pulled the larger girl to him. She was whimpering, but she did not resist. He raised her to her feet.

Arnulf looked her over, causing the girl to blush and lower her head. She pulled her knees together, crossing one leg slightly over the other, and wrapped her arms across her breasts. Her pale bush peeked from between her thighs; her voluptuous breasts spilled around her arms. He took her arms and pulled them away from her chest, exposing a pair of milk-white tits with large pink centers capped by somewhat rosier nipples.

He dropped her arms. When the girl started to fold them across her breasts again, he slapped an arm and grunted "No!" The girl bowed her head and let her arms hang at her sides.

Arnulf took a lamp from the sidewall and, holding it in his left hand, let the light play over her body. He reached down and tapped the thigh which crossed in front of her womanhood, then slapped it more forcefully when she did not react immediately. With a whimper, the girl straightened her legs. Arnulf pressed on a thigh and she spread her legs in a slight straddle, turning her face as far away from him as possible.

He lowered the lamp so that it shone on the center of her body. From my side of the tent, I could see just the slightest hint of the crease between her legs, covered with a light fuzz. Arnulf reached down with his other hand and cupped it over her young pussy, prompting a choked-off cry from the girl. He stroked her mound for a moment. I could see that his middle finger was sliding in the crease each time he dragged his hand forward.

Arnulf dropped his hand and replaced the lamp. He noticed that the other girl no longer had her head wrapped in her arms but was watching him and her plumper friend. He grinned wickedly at her, which caused her to blush and turn away.

"Look!" he said to her, grabbing the girl in front of him and spinning her about so that she faced toward her friend. Wrapping one arm around her, Arnulf dropped his other hand to her middle. Forcing her thighs apart again, he spread the lips of her pussy with his fingers, displaying her opening to her friend. Ignoring the girl's repeated protests, he pushed his middle finger up and down her slit.

The girl was crying now, barely supporting herself and hanging from Arnulf's arm. Although their backs were toward me, I could tell the moment he began to insert the finger into her from the sharp intake of her breath and a panicked cry of "No!" Arnulf ignored her and kept forcing his finger into her.

"She's tight!" he told me over his shoulder. He removed his hand and spat onto his fingers, then returned them to the girl's slit. He worked the liquid around briefly and then began to push his finger back up into her, bringing renewed cries.

Her friend was trying not to look, but her wide open panicked eyes kept sliding across the other girl's middle and the intruding finger, looking away only to return a moment later. Her face showed a strange mix of fear and excitement.

Suddenly, the girl in his arms gave a sharp cry and tried to jerk away from Arnulf.

"A virgin!" he exulted. "There's been nothing in here -- except maybe a tongue!" The girl was sobbing quietly, now, repeatedly murmuring "No" and "Please" in her crude tongue. She did not sound as if she expected it to matter.

Arnulf walked her over until her virgin pussy loomed over her friend. Commanding the smaller girl to look, he manipulated the pussy lips, spreading them, running his finger between them salaciously, dipping his middle finger into the narrow channel and wiggling it in there.

Then, with gestures and curses, he told the reclining girl to do the same to herself. At first, she did not understand what he wanted. Then, with a little gasp and a quick blush, she realized his meaning. She turned her head away from him. Arnulf threw her plumper friend down beside her and cuffed her. Then he grabbed her hand and forcefully directed it between her thighs, covering her small hand with his larger one and pressing her fingers into her own cunt. She refused to look at him, but her fingers stayed between her legs, moving slowly.

The dark girl in my arms gave a shudder, whether of terror or passion I cared not. I raised my left hand to cup her right breast, still clasping her back to me, and kneaded it gently. My prick nudged her buttocks. She did not pull away, but nestled her slim hips against me.

Arnulf pulled the plumper girl toward him until she and the younger girl were lying side by side. Brusquely, he pushed her thighs apart and lowered her face to the girl's slit. Ignoring her plaintive cries, Arnulf began to lick at the lips of her cunt and to stick his tongue between them, waggling it up and down. Hearing the slurping noises, the smaller girl opened her eyes. I saw them widen as she realized what Arnulf was doing. Her hand faltered at its work in her own pussy, but her eyes carefully watched the attention her friend was receiving.

Looking up, Arnulf snorted and raised his head. He grabbed the smaller girl's hand and pushed it into her friend's crotch. Then, after pushing at her fingers to get her started, he transferred his attentions to her cunt. Dropping his head, he began to lick the smaller girl's pussy. Soon, he had each of the girls with a hand in the other's lap, stroking and circling, while he transferred his wet, lapping tongue from one pussy to the other.

I cupped the dark girl's breast more firmly with my hand and felt her arch her back, thrusting her tit into the palm of my hand and pushing her buttocks back against my prick. Arnulf has his ways, and I have mine. I let my other hand drift slowly down her body, touching lightly on her ribs, across her stomach, along the indentation of her waist, up the thrust of her hip and onto the front of her thigh. I pressed with my hand and pulled her hips back against me, rubbing her ass against my hard cock. The dark-haired girl nestled back against me.

Arnulf had a finger in each of the girls, now. Both of them were crying, but neither dared to stop fingering each other, for Arnulf would slap them if they did. With slathering, slurping noises and grunts, he worked his probing tongue between their circling fingers and his own penetrating ones to lick their young cunts. He pulled a finger out of the small girl and reached up to fondle her titties and then those of her friend.

"Aaagggh!" Arnulf said. He pushed back onto hands and knees and then stood. Fumbling briefly at the waist of his trousers, he found the tie at last and pulled it open. He dropped his pants and pulled off his undergarment. I saw his large organ pop free, hard as flint, curving upward with tension.

Both girls cried out in terror. The taller blond scrabbled her feet, trying to push herself backward and away. Arnulf dropped to his knees, forced apart her locked thighs with his strong arms and crawled up between her legs. He wrapped an arm around the smaller girl, dragging her upward with him, throwing her facedown across her friend and binding both of them with a hand on her back.

With her torso pinned down by the smaller girl, the taller of the two could not escape. Arnulf reached down between them, grasped his cock firmly and guided it to the entrance of her virgin cunt. The girl shrieked at the touch of his prick in that unviolated place, and threw herself from side to side.

"Hold still!" Arnulf commanded, and cuffed her head. He threw himself forward, pinning both girls with his body, and renewed his efforts. Twice he almost had her until she dislodged him with a sudden twist of her hips. Angrily, he pushed forward again and managed to get the head of his cock well placed. He shoved his butt forward and lodged the head of his prick in the virgin pussy, accompanied by another shriek of fear and pain from the girl.

"God dammit!" Arnulf roared, and drove his cock into her mercilessly, forcing it all the way into her in one mighty surge. The girl was suddenly silent, and a quick glance showed that she had fainted. Arnulf pushed the smaller girl, who was still trapped between them, to one side and began to shove his prick in and out of the unconscious girl.

By this time, I was rubbing the inner thigh of the dark-haired girl still wrapped in my arms. At first, she had tensed at my touch, but after a few moments had allowed her legs to relax. I moved my hand down to the hem of her dress, which was around her knees, and slipped my fingers under it to her bare leg. She made a soft cry in the back of her throat, but made no move to reject me. I stroked my hand along her silky thigh.

Arnulf was pumping his cock in and out of the larger girl, who had recovered consciousness. Unresisting now, she lay flat on her back with her arms above her head. Her legs were raised and spread by the massive weight between her thighs. Arnulf's large cock slid in and out of her, streaked with the red of her virgin tribute to the goddess.

Suddenly, Arnulf wrenched himself backward, pulling his prick out of the girl. She rolled to one side, drawing up her knees. He turned to her smaller friend and pried her legs apart, pushing his torso between them. The girl cried out and whipped her head back and forth. She put her hands against Arnulf's chest, but she was not strong enough to hold him away. His heavy weight forced her thighs wide, and once again he pushed the head of his cock against a young cunt.