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You're just cheeky
That's why you like me.
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That's why you like me.
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Music is just one of your loves. You are a passionate woman.
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Sienna has wonderful cheeks
I agree. They go with the rest of the delicious package
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28th March 2018
I realised a few days ago that I was a thirty-something. Since my marriage with vows which make my husband a ‘master’.
Note that he is a master with a small m. He is not a Dom in the bedroom, just on my sexual activity outside of our marriage.
I am not a housewife, but I am a working mum of two daughters, who are growing up every moment the days bring, and now
their ages are important for me and my husband to watch over regarding maturity and education. I am no longer free to visit
adult hedonistic parties because of the vows. I am basically his and he is mine. Love is forever binding.
I realised a few days ago that I was a thirty-something. Since my marriage with vows which make my husband a ‘master’.
Note that he is a master with a small m. He is not a Dom in the bedroom, just on my sexual activity outside of our marriage.
I am not a housewife, but I am a working mum of two daughters, who are growing up every moment the days bring, and now
their ages are important for me and my husband to watch over regarding maturity and education. I am no longer free to visit
adult hedonistic parties because of the vows. I am basically his and he is mine. Love is forever binding.
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28th March 2018
I realised a few days ago that I was a thirty-something. Since my marriage with vows which make my husband a ‘master’.
Note that he is a master with a small m. He is not a Dom in the bedroom, just on my sexual activity outside of our marriage.
I am not a housewife, but I am a working mum of two daughters, who are growing up every moment the days bring, and now
their ages are important for me and my husband to watch over regarding maturity and education. I am no longer free to visit
adult hedonistic parties because of the vows. I am basically his and he is mine. Love is forever binding.
You two were made for each other.
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Thinking about it, I have been in love with Tony since I was 17 years old. We decided to live together and bought our first home.
But what is most incredible of all is the way he put up with my sexual activities with others whilst I loved him and we lived together
for such a long time during my late teens and throughout my twenties until we decided to get married. I could understand the
'special vows' we made which makes him my master now. It is his way of saying "it is time to stop and think of a life together with
our family... you are mine."
Those vows also gave me a new direction using my education and the job I do now, along with over-seeing our two beautiful daughters.
They now need me and I really can't go on living a sexually hedonistic life. Being thirty-something does make you look back on your
earlier life.
28th March 2018
I realised a few days ago that I was a thirty-something. Since my marriage with vows which make my husband a ‘master’.
Note that he is a master with a small m. He is not a Dom in the bedroom, just on my sexual activity outside of our marriage.
I am not a housewife, but I am a working mum of two daughters, who are growing up every moment the days bring, and now
their ages are important for me and my husband to watch over regarding maturity and education. I am no longer free to visit
adult hedonistic parties because of the vows. I am basically his and he is mine. Love is forever binding.
What beautiful comments. You are fortunate to have the special vows with TRT.
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((( rbijon )))You are a very creative Earth being.
What amazing wonders you continually spin.
Hello, Beautiful
I take it you like a little Sci-Fi ?
Yes, every word contributes in painting a picture. Makes you wonder what is going to unfold next 
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((( rbijon )))
I take it you like a little Sci-Fi ?
I am a huge Sci-fi aficionado. That and Well Done Fantasy, which I am sure you also would be better than most. You have a very literary mind, and use words like a creator. I have to admit I am a fan of your writing.....and love your sense of sexuality.
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I think Zaff is in for a treat.
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... of course. Who can resist such temptations
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A woman who no one can resist. Sounds a lot like you.
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Give credit to the author hairball my loveA woman who no one can resist. Sounds a lot like you.
Only I can think up such plots I hope you are enjoying the adventures of Zaff and Lancas as they discover things in a future world not only run by the Mecha, just machines with a program to kill humans and build more of their own
like a conveyor belt gone wrong
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Story:
Sci-Fi
ALIEN EARTH
[1]
Zaff had the telescopic sight of his sniper rifle firmly focused on the girl on horseback in the distant when the barrel of the gun was quickly pushed downwards. “No!” the voice next to him called out. “She could be one of ours. Zaff complained that the girl was not in uniform and an ally of the Mecha. “Not always. We have to make sure.” Zaff had no idea of how. As far as he knew the Mecha used ordinary nomadic humans to do their dirty work and one less human nomad meant less enemies. The Mecha were growing in strength and the nomadic humans were their slaves. “Not all of them I tell you and I am your superior.” Lancas explained. “Just watch and see.” Together they watched from the entrance of their cave at least two hundred metres away. “Notice. She is collecting rabbit from the snares. The human nomads don’t hunt.”
“So do we just watch?” Zaff asked, thinking at that moment, that taking rabbit was a good means of putting an end to their hunger. They had run out of food three days ago when they had become lost and separated from the rest of their force. Lancas used his binoculars to watch the girl closely. “Every human that isn’t like us is a danger.” Zaff pointed out. “They trick us.”
“Not all of them... trust me. And don’t forget lad, you are also a human if it wasn’t for these damn scruffy uniforms we have to wear.” Lancas, who had the lowly rank of point master turned to his young private and still a stranger and asked; “How many humans have you killed without thinking first?” Zaff turned to him and shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah, and I suppose you don’t care because it is what you’ve been taught? You see Zaff my lad I am a humanitarian. In this war there doesn’t seem to be enough of us about.”
They both watched the girl slowly ride her horse away towards an area of woodland. Lancas had seen it well before Zaff that morning. Now there were fires burning in those woods. “Come on Zaff my lad we are going for dinner. No doubt rabbit stew is already on the menu.”
“What, the Mecha?” Zaff began to panic, but Lancas lifted him and booted him, making Zaff walk before him with his high powered rifle slung over his shoulder down the hillside.
“There are no Mecha in this area for hundreds of kilometres.” Lancas reassured his younger comrade who thought differently with an element of fear. “We wiped out the last lot just before you and I became lost... trust me. It takes a while before those machine bastards realise they are zone uncovered and the reason why those people in the woods are hunting and sheltering.”
“I was told to kill all humans out of uniform.” Zaff explained his reason for not exactly understand his commander.
“Well you were told wrong. I have been fighting the Mecha for twenty-one years now. The only reason I don’t get promoted is because I keep running away and spending time with friendly humans like those in those woods. Our superiors don’t trust them. They think they are potential Mecha slaves.”
“Well arn’t they?” Zaff stopped in his tracks and asked his superior the question. Lancas laughed out loudly.
“They have to be captured by those Mecha bastards first. And, not all of them are.” Lancas put a friendly arm over Zaff’s shoulder. “You see what I mean by being a humanitarian?”
The pair reached the woods and four people stopped them with drawn bows, one of them a girl. Lancas began to use an unknown language to his young comrade Zaff. The bowmen understood and released the tension on their arrows allowing the two troopers into the woods. “What the fuck did you say to them?” Zaff asked, even more intrigued by what was going on. Lancas told him it was a long story and that he knew the people in this part of ‘the world’
“We are going to have something to eat in peace. The Mecha won’t be searching for days yet. We’ll know when they do. The sound of the drones and these people and us will move on.”
“Wait. We have to find a force and rejoin against them.”
Lancas stood still for a moment and looked towards the ground before grabbing the young trooper’s collar. “Look fuck brains, we stay with these people just like I always do before I rejoin a force. One of the reasons why I never get promoted. And, as for you Zaff, you will always be a private, is that clear?”
“No way. As soon as I have eaten I am heading for the hills to look for a force unit.” Lancas stared into the eyes of his comrade. He realised that Zaff was fresh from the training regimen and his mind was set. An excellent sniper sent out to shoot humans whether they are Mecha slaves or ordinary humans trying to survive. Sometimes he could be lucky and hit a Mecha droid where it hurts, putting it out of action... if close enough. Lancas could also recognise the young man he was many years ago. He let go of Zaff’s collar and smiled, turning his vision to those distant hills where the allied forces possibly were.
“It’s a good thirty kilometres away. You’re sniper rifle isn’t much good.” Lancas took off his pistol belt and handed it to Zaff. “This might be better. Let’s eat.”
The two troopers sat in one of a few thatched tents. The settlers had allowed them privacy to eat and sleep. Zaff ate his rabbit stew looking at the pistol belt at his feet. He had never fired a pistol before. His training consisted of only using a sniper. The belt contained a regular armed forces pistol and ammunition cartridges plus a small two edged dagger. Lancas watched his young comrade with a wry smile. “all new to you isn’t it lad?”
“So if I stay with you and these people, what happens?” Zaff was beginning to change his mind about searching for a force. He began to see some reasoning in Lancas’s ideas. Why get killed looking for a force base. He only guessed it was over the distant hills. Lancas helped himself to more stew. To Zaff, his superior was acting too wise. Maybe a wiser person than he should be worth following. Zaff carefully lifted the pistol belt and hung it over Lancas’s shoulder. “You keep it comrade. I’ll stay with you.”
“It’s easy.” Lancas began. “We follow these people. They have become a tribe and when the drones are heard they move on to safety. They have become good at moving around and never get caught.”
“Never?”
“Never. You see one thing the Mecha don’t understand is how humans can outwit them. The Mecha have no brains. Humans do. That is why the Mecha need human slaves, the nomads who show the Mecha where to go. The only reason the nomads are slaves is because they are well fed.”
“And you found this out over the years?”
“Yes, and a lot more about our side and the so-called allies.” Zaff raised his eyebrows in interest. “But I’m not going to tell you. You might need them someday. Just keep away from those huge cities.”
“Yes the cities are where the Mecha come from making more of their kind. But I don’t understand who started it all.” Zaff was puzzled regarding that part of history untold. But Lancas knew.
The two men were thankful of the settler’s hospitality. Lancas realised that the settlers were a tribe with many rituals as he and Zaff stood outside of their tent. In the centre of the settlement close to their tent was a stone circle made up of tiny boulders about three metres in diameter with a roaring fire in its centre. “Why is the fire so big?” Zaff asked. To add to his surprise there was the sound of a drum beat and then instantly a girl dressed only in a sheepskin loin cloth began to dance to the beats. Zaff had never seen a naked female. He watched on along with his comrade Lancas as the girl’s breasts jiggled to the sway of the drum beat. She had painted symbols on her body which gave Lancas the idea that the people were not just ordinary settlers.
“Stay near the tent and watch the girl while I find the leader of these people.” Lancas told his young friend whilst he went amongst some of the settlers to find the whereabouts of their ‘chief’. Zaff was amazed at the girl, watching every unbelievable move she made. He had never seen a half naked female dance so erotically. He began to enjoy it and he could feel himself getting hard, but did not understand exactly why. It never happened like that, ever, only sometimes when he needed to piss.
Lancas was lucky. The defensive guard showed him to the chief’s large wicker tent. Inside was the chief himself, an old man with a long grey beard. On each side of him sat his closest guard with short pikes for weapons. It was hard to tell how old the chief was until he began to speak in the settlers language which varied in certain words, but Lancas could understand. “You two are welcome.” The chief began. “All soldiers who run away from the force are welcome within our clan. Just like the Mecha, the force are our enemy but one that will never be defeated by our kind. We wait for the day.”
“What day?” Lancas asked. The chief seemed to give a smile and offered no direct answer.
“Two hundred and ten years ago all humans lived in a world they controlled everywhere. And then came the day of the Mecha. Not all of humankind became slaves. The force was born to fight the Mecha. Soldiers like you and your handsome young friend became part of the force, that is those that were not used as the eyes and brains of the Mecha.”
“You mean the Mecha slaves?”
“Yes. And the rest of civilisation was left to live like us. At least we are free and we can keep moving on to safety.”
“So it is true that the Mecha have no brains or even eyes?”
“They have a program and nothing else. Their eyes are only cameras that focus upon a moving object such as an animal or human releasing body heat and their program instructs them to fire their deadly laser.”
“Who built the program?”
The old chieftain began to laugh and cough. “Human beings of course, we did it to ourselves.”
On his way back to his tent, Lancas also noticed the symbolic paintings on the female’s bodies. It was obviously a ‘tribal’ thing and not worth bothering about. He was horny to the point he would take a woman and have a good fuck to satisfy his needs. His balls were full and it had been a while since he last had a woman at one of the forces whore houses at some citadel. He wondered about his young comrade and when was the last time he had even had a fuck. Lancas needed to know more about the sniper.
“So, Zaff my lad, how did you get in the forces?” Lancas asked. He drank water from a wooden cup, but the water was fresh and tasted of soil. Stream water, collected near rotting wood.
Zaff was reluctant to answer just in case he said something that would upset his commander.
“Fucking hell man, you must have a history. I don’t even know how the force recruits you youngsters, jumped up whippersnappers who would kill any human that moved thinking that they were the enemy. So what is your story Zaff? Where did you come from? I know that you’re coming with me.”
“The Mecha killed both my parents and three older siblings. I was rescued, but I don’t know who it was. I was just seven months old and taken to an orphanage center at one of the forces citadel’s, Shan Baalam.”
“That explains your olive skin. You are from the middle-east or around there. Carry on, I’m listening.”
“I was raised and educated until the test. I passed as a sniper.”
“How old are you Zaff?”, the two of them sharing a dish of cut and sliced sweet apple.
“Sixteen years.”
“Fuck! The force is recruiting young these days. And in this orphanage center, where were the girls? What education did they have?”
“There were no girls or females.” Zaff replied.
Lancas went into deep thought. Having a young comrade with him and discovering a larger settlement, a clan, gave him more than enough food for thought along with what he already surmised. One thing now troubled him as a humanitarian; why were they no females in the orphanage centers. “Did you see any females at all at the forces citadel?”
“No. Females were a forbidden sex. We were not supposed to look at them.”
No female allowed? What kind of forces politics were those? Twenty one years ago that did not happen. When Lancas first joined the force, men and women fought together. There were plenty of women in the citadel whore houses, at least there were up to a year ago. Lancas pulled on the cowhide flap of the tent to see four other girls had joined the initial one. Trying to rid his mind of the fate of women in the forces, he began to enjoy the erotic ritual dancing of the tribal women, feeling his cock harden in his uniform pants. But that was where it was staying.
Zaff was sleeping soundly. The past few days had tired him. He felt the push of a hand on his shoulder and slowly opened his eyes. Knelt beside him was a girl with a sheepskin draped over each shoulder bearing her breasts and pink smooth nipples. Her hair was dark blonde and tied into several ropes. Zaff sat up and looked at her. “Fuck!” he uttered under his breath. Lancas began to laugh as he was shaving with a small hand size mirror and a barber’s razor over a bucket of water; there were five days whisker to remove. “Who is she?” Zaff asked, backing further away from the girl.
“She’s a gift from the chief, all yours because he likes you. She is one hundred percent virgin, you lucky bastard.”
“Send her away! I don’t want her.”
“On this occasion Zaff, think with your cock. Go and take her into the woods and fuck her brains out while you can.”
The girl held out her hand to Zaff and smiled. “I don’t know what to do.” Zaff said. “Where does she want me to go?”
“Go fucking find out. She is obviously a horny virgin that’s been taught things. I need to go visit the chief again.”
When Lancas was a boy he lived with his family until joining the force for some adventure against those machines. The citadel was Seramister in a part of the ‘the world’ that was once part of North America. The forces were winning their part of the war using heavy weaponry. Because he left his unit many times to live with settlers his last unit was citadel Constantine which obviously allied itself to Zaff’s forces citadel Shan Baalam. Even though the two citadels were in the Mediterranean, their forces ended up somewhere in Europe. The clan was most definitely European and like all the settlers, they had gone back in time many centuries because survival was easier without modern weapons. A pike and an arrow can kill just like any other. And they set snares to catch and kill their food, even though rabbit can be a little over facing.
The chief was reluctant to answer any more questions. He himself was tired and asked if ‘the boy’ enjoyed his gift. Lancas smiled and told him that the gift was well received. “You mention two hundred and ten years?” Lancas asked. “We were never told the Mecha wars lasted that long. Perhaps our generals knew. It is a long war. And, long enough to destroy a whole civilisation. But tell me chief, how do you know?”
“You might find this unbelievable Lancas.” The chief hesitated. “The Chyrops know the past and the future. They have always been around. I refuse to answer any more questions. The rest is up to you.”
Back at the tent there were a mixture of grunts and groans. He remained outside, not wanting to disturb the sexual activity within. He was approached by the girl in sheepskin, the one riding a horse that Zaff very nearly snippered. “I owe my life to you.” She said with a smile. Lancas noticed the flaxen haired beauty, not only that she spoke in English, the language of the forces and not that mixed up language of the clans. Zaff quickly ran out of the tent wearing only his green shorts and a huge smile upon his face. “I see that the young fool who was so keen to take my life is happy now that he has become a man.”
“How do you know these things? How do you know English?” Lancas asked.
“Maybe one day you will find out. I killed a boar today, something different for food.” She clicked her fingers and her horse joined her from hiding in the woods. “We work well together Leron and me.” She mounted the horse and Lancas got a scent of strong feminine essence. “The chief has already told you. The rest is up to you.” Lancas was so turned on by her; he could fuck her in an instance if it was possible She turned Leron and rode off into the dense woods.
“Wait! Who are you?” Lancas tried to catch her attention, but they had gone. He grabbed a clansmen, and asked who she was. “She is Sila, our protector. She comes and goes bringing us food and tells us when to move on. She is our Goddess. Our women worship her so that she will always be with us and return.” Lancas did not believe what the clansman had told him. There were no such things as gods.
To Be Continued...
Sci-Fi
ALIEN EARTH
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Zaff had the telescopic sight of his sniper rifle firmly focused on the girl on horseback in the distant when the barrel of the gun was quickly pushed downwards. “No!” the voice next to him called out. “She could be one of ours. Zaff complained that the girl was not in uniform and an ally of the Mecha. “Not always. We have to make sure.” Zaff had no idea of how. As far as he knew the Mecha used ordinary nomadic humans to do their dirty work and one less human nomad meant less enemies. The Mecha were growing in strength and the nomadic humans were their slaves. “Not all of them I tell you and I am your superior.” Lancas explained. “Just watch and see.” Together they watched from the entrance of their cave at least two hundred metres away. “Notice. She is collecting rabbit from the snares. The human nomads don’t hunt.”
“So do we just watch?” Zaff asked, thinking at that moment, that taking rabbit was a good means of putting an end to their hunger. They had run out of food three days ago when they had become lost and separated from the rest of their force. Lancas used his binoculars to watch the girl closely. “Every human that isn’t like us is a danger.” Zaff pointed out. “They trick us.”
“Not all of them... trust me. And don’t forget lad, you are also a human if it wasn’t for these damn scruffy uniforms we have to wear.” Lancas, who had the lowly rank of point master turned to his young private and still a stranger and asked; “How many humans have you killed without thinking first?” Zaff turned to him and shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah, and I suppose you don’t care because it is what you’ve been taught? You see Zaff my lad I am a humanitarian. In this war there doesn’t seem to be enough of us about.”
They both watched the girl slowly ride her horse away towards an area of woodland. Lancas had seen it well before Zaff that morning. Now there were fires burning in those woods. “Come on Zaff my lad we are going for dinner. No doubt rabbit stew is already on the menu.”
“What, the Mecha?” Zaff began to panic, but Lancas lifted him and booted him, making Zaff walk before him with his high powered rifle slung over his shoulder down the hillside.
“There are no Mecha in this area for hundreds of kilometres.” Lancas reassured his younger comrade who thought differently with an element of fear. “We wiped out the last lot just before you and I became lost... trust me. It takes a while before those machine bastards realise they are zone uncovered and the reason why those people in the woods are hunting and sheltering.”
“I was told to kill all humans out of uniform.” Zaff explained his reason for not exactly understand his commander.
“Well you were told wrong. I have been fighting the Mecha for twenty-one years now. The only reason I don’t get promoted is because I keep running away and spending time with friendly humans like those in those woods. Our superiors don’t trust them. They think they are potential Mecha slaves.”
“Well arn’t they?” Zaff stopped in his tracks and asked his superior the question. Lancas laughed out loudly.
“They have to be captured by those Mecha bastards first. And, not all of them are.” Lancas put a friendly arm over Zaff’s shoulder. “You see what I mean by being a humanitarian?”
The pair reached the woods and four people stopped them with drawn bows, one of them a girl. Lancas began to use an unknown language to his young comrade Zaff. The bowmen understood and released the tension on their arrows allowing the two troopers into the woods. “What the fuck did you say to them?” Zaff asked, even more intrigued by what was going on. Lancas told him it was a long story and that he knew the people in this part of ‘the world’
“We are going to have something to eat in peace. The Mecha won’t be searching for days yet. We’ll know when they do. The sound of the drones and these people and us will move on.”
“Wait. We have to find a force and rejoin against them.”
Lancas stood still for a moment and looked towards the ground before grabbing the young trooper’s collar. “Look fuck brains, we stay with these people just like I always do before I rejoin a force. One of the reasons why I never get promoted. And, as for you Zaff, you will always be a private, is that clear?”
“No way. As soon as I have eaten I am heading for the hills to look for a force unit.” Lancas stared into the eyes of his comrade. He realised that Zaff was fresh from the training regimen and his mind was set. An excellent sniper sent out to shoot humans whether they are Mecha slaves or ordinary humans trying to survive. Sometimes he could be lucky and hit a Mecha droid where it hurts, putting it out of action... if close enough. Lancas could also recognise the young man he was many years ago. He let go of Zaff’s collar and smiled, turning his vision to those distant hills where the allied forces possibly were.
“It’s a good thirty kilometres away. You’re sniper rifle isn’t much good.” Lancas took off his pistol belt and handed it to Zaff. “This might be better. Let’s eat.”
The two troopers sat in one of a few thatched tents. The settlers had allowed them privacy to eat and sleep. Zaff ate his rabbit stew looking at the pistol belt at his feet. He had never fired a pistol before. His training consisted of only using a sniper. The belt contained a regular armed forces pistol and ammunition cartridges plus a small two edged dagger. Lancas watched his young comrade with a wry smile. “all new to you isn’t it lad?”
“So if I stay with you and these people, what happens?” Zaff was beginning to change his mind about searching for a force. He began to see some reasoning in Lancas’s ideas. Why get killed looking for a force base. He only guessed it was over the distant hills. Lancas helped himself to more stew. To Zaff, his superior was acting too wise. Maybe a wiser person than he should be worth following. Zaff carefully lifted the pistol belt and hung it over Lancas’s shoulder. “You keep it comrade. I’ll stay with you.”
“It’s easy.” Lancas began. “We follow these people. They have become a tribe and when the drones are heard they move on to safety. They have become good at moving around and never get caught.”
“Never?”
“Never. You see one thing the Mecha don’t understand is how humans can outwit them. The Mecha have no brains. Humans do. That is why the Mecha need human slaves, the nomads who show the Mecha where to go. The only reason the nomads are slaves is because they are well fed.”
“And you found this out over the years?”
“Yes, and a lot more about our side and the so-called allies.” Zaff raised his eyebrows in interest. “But I’m not going to tell you. You might need them someday. Just keep away from those huge cities.”
“Yes the cities are where the Mecha come from making more of their kind. But I don’t understand who started it all.” Zaff was puzzled regarding that part of history untold. But Lancas knew.
The two men were thankful of the settler’s hospitality. Lancas realised that the settlers were a tribe with many rituals as he and Zaff stood outside of their tent. In the centre of the settlement close to their tent was a stone circle made up of tiny boulders about three metres in diameter with a roaring fire in its centre. “Why is the fire so big?” Zaff asked. To add to his surprise there was the sound of a drum beat and then instantly a girl dressed only in a sheepskin loin cloth began to dance to the beats. Zaff had never seen a naked female. He watched on along with his comrade Lancas as the girl’s breasts jiggled to the sway of the drum beat. She had painted symbols on her body which gave Lancas the idea that the people were not just ordinary settlers.
“Stay near the tent and watch the girl while I find the leader of these people.” Lancas told his young friend whilst he went amongst some of the settlers to find the whereabouts of their ‘chief’. Zaff was amazed at the girl, watching every unbelievable move she made. He had never seen a half naked female dance so erotically. He began to enjoy it and he could feel himself getting hard, but did not understand exactly why. It never happened like that, ever, only sometimes when he needed to piss.
Lancas was lucky. The defensive guard showed him to the chief’s large wicker tent. Inside was the chief himself, an old man with a long grey beard. On each side of him sat his closest guard with short pikes for weapons. It was hard to tell how old the chief was until he began to speak in the settlers language which varied in certain words, but Lancas could understand. “You two are welcome.” The chief began. “All soldiers who run away from the force are welcome within our clan. Just like the Mecha, the force are our enemy but one that will never be defeated by our kind. We wait for the day.”
“What day?” Lancas asked. The chief seemed to give a smile and offered no direct answer.
“Two hundred and ten years ago all humans lived in a world they controlled everywhere. And then came the day of the Mecha. Not all of humankind became slaves. The force was born to fight the Mecha. Soldiers like you and your handsome young friend became part of the force, that is those that were not used as the eyes and brains of the Mecha.”
“You mean the Mecha slaves?”
“Yes. And the rest of civilisation was left to live like us. At least we are free and we can keep moving on to safety.”
“So it is true that the Mecha have no brains or even eyes?”
“They have a program and nothing else. Their eyes are only cameras that focus upon a moving object such as an animal or human releasing body heat and their program instructs them to fire their deadly laser.”
“Who built the program?”
The old chieftain began to laugh and cough. “Human beings of course, we did it to ourselves.”
On his way back to his tent, Lancas also noticed the symbolic paintings on the female’s bodies. It was obviously a ‘tribal’ thing and not worth bothering about. He was horny to the point he would take a woman and have a good fuck to satisfy his needs. His balls were full and it had been a while since he last had a woman at one of the forces whore houses at some citadel. He wondered about his young comrade and when was the last time he had even had a fuck. Lancas needed to know more about the sniper.
“So, Zaff my lad, how did you get in the forces?” Lancas asked. He drank water from a wooden cup, but the water was fresh and tasted of soil. Stream water, collected near rotting wood.
Zaff was reluctant to answer just in case he said something that would upset his commander.
“Fucking hell man, you must have a history. I don’t even know how the force recruits you youngsters, jumped up whippersnappers who would kill any human that moved thinking that they were the enemy. So what is your story Zaff? Where did you come from? I know that you’re coming with me.”
“The Mecha killed both my parents and three older siblings. I was rescued, but I don’t know who it was. I was just seven months old and taken to an orphanage center at one of the forces citadel’s, Shan Baalam.”
“That explains your olive skin. You are from the middle-east or around there. Carry on, I’m listening.”
“I was raised and educated until the test. I passed as a sniper.”
“How old are you Zaff?”, the two of them sharing a dish of cut and sliced sweet apple.
“Sixteen years.”
“Fuck! The force is recruiting young these days. And in this orphanage center, where were the girls? What education did they have?”
“There were no girls or females.” Zaff replied.
Lancas went into deep thought. Having a young comrade with him and discovering a larger settlement, a clan, gave him more than enough food for thought along with what he already surmised. One thing now troubled him as a humanitarian; why were they no females in the orphanage centers. “Did you see any females at all at the forces citadel?”
“No. Females were a forbidden sex. We were not supposed to look at them.”
No female allowed? What kind of forces politics were those? Twenty one years ago that did not happen. When Lancas first joined the force, men and women fought together. There were plenty of women in the citadel whore houses, at least there were up to a year ago. Lancas pulled on the cowhide flap of the tent to see four other girls had joined the initial one. Trying to rid his mind of the fate of women in the forces, he began to enjoy the erotic ritual dancing of the tribal women, feeling his cock harden in his uniform pants. But that was where it was staying.
Zaff was sleeping soundly. The past few days had tired him. He felt the push of a hand on his shoulder and slowly opened his eyes. Knelt beside him was a girl with a sheepskin draped over each shoulder bearing her breasts and pink smooth nipples. Her hair was dark blonde and tied into several ropes. Zaff sat up and looked at her. “Fuck!” he uttered under his breath. Lancas began to laugh as he was shaving with a small hand size mirror and a barber’s razor over a bucket of water; there were five days whisker to remove. “Who is she?” Zaff asked, backing further away from the girl.
“She’s a gift from the chief, all yours because he likes you. She is one hundred percent virgin, you lucky bastard.”
“Send her away! I don’t want her.”
“On this occasion Zaff, think with your cock. Go and take her into the woods and fuck her brains out while you can.”
The girl held out her hand to Zaff and smiled. “I don’t know what to do.” Zaff said. “Where does she want me to go?”
“Go fucking find out. She is obviously a horny virgin that’s been taught things. I need to go visit the chief again.”
When Lancas was a boy he lived with his family until joining the force for some adventure against those machines. The citadel was Seramister in a part of the ‘the world’ that was once part of North America. The forces were winning their part of the war using heavy weaponry. Because he left his unit many times to live with settlers his last unit was citadel Constantine which obviously allied itself to Zaff’s forces citadel Shan Baalam. Even though the two citadels were in the Mediterranean, their forces ended up somewhere in Europe. The clan was most definitely European and like all the settlers, they had gone back in time many centuries because survival was easier without modern weapons. A pike and an arrow can kill just like any other. And they set snares to catch and kill their food, even though rabbit can be a little over facing.
The chief was reluctant to answer any more questions. He himself was tired and asked if ‘the boy’ enjoyed his gift. Lancas smiled and told him that the gift was well received. “You mention two hundred and ten years?” Lancas asked. “We were never told the Mecha wars lasted that long. Perhaps our generals knew. It is a long war. And, long enough to destroy a whole civilisation. But tell me chief, how do you know?”
“You might find this unbelievable Lancas.” The chief hesitated. “The Chyrops know the past and the future. They have always been around. I refuse to answer any more questions. The rest is up to you.”
Back at the tent there were a mixture of grunts and groans. He remained outside, not wanting to disturb the sexual activity within. He was approached by the girl in sheepskin, the one riding a horse that Zaff very nearly snippered. “I owe my life to you.” She said with a smile. Lancas noticed the flaxen haired beauty, not only that she spoke in English, the language of the forces and not that mixed up language of the clans. Zaff quickly ran out of the tent wearing only his green shorts and a huge smile upon his face. “I see that the young fool who was so keen to take my life is happy now that he has become a man.”
“How do you know these things? How do you know English?” Lancas asked.
“Maybe one day you will find out. I killed a boar today, something different for food.” She clicked her fingers and her horse joined her from hiding in the woods. “We work well together Leron and me.” She mounted the horse and Lancas got a scent of strong feminine essence. “The chief has already told you. The rest is up to you.” Lancas was so turned on by her; he could fuck her in an instance if it was possible She turned Leron and rode off into the dense woods.
“Wait! Who are you?” Lancas tried to catch her attention, but they had gone. He grabbed a clansmen, and asked who she was. “She is Sila, our protector. She comes and goes bringing us food and tells us when to move on. She is our Goddess. Our women worship her so that she will always be with us and return.” Lancas did not believe what the clansman had told him. There were no such things as gods.
To Be Continued...
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