"Jeffrey Lord - Blade 17 - The Mountains of Brega" - читать интересную книгу автора (Lord Jeffery)

With one comrade down and the other fled, the remaining two wild men seemed to have no will left
to resist. With pathetically childlike whimpers, they threw their clubs down and slumped to the ground,
their heads hanging low. The seven women still uninjured closed in and slashed the men's belts. They did
not seem to care much whether they nicked the flesh underneath or not. Blade saw one of the men wince,
and a bloody furrow appeared on his hairy skin just above his groin.
The leader of the women now barked a single sharp command. The bare-breasted woman ran back
into the trees and vanished for a moment. When she came out, she was carrying an armful of metal
stakes, short lengths of rope, and two of the small axes. With quick blows of the axes the women drove
eight of the stakes into the ground. Then they spread-eagled the two men on their backs, tied by wrists
and ankles to the stakes. Two of the women went to aid the one struck by the club, who was now sitting
up, moaning and holding her shattered and bloody jaw. There was an unmistakable tension, an air of
something about to happen, in the clearing. Blade could almost smell it.
Now the leader stepped forward, moving with a sensuous, catlike grace. She stood nearly six feet
tall. She stood over one of the spread-eagled men, raised her spear, then prodded him in the genitals with
the butt. He arched his body and wriggled from side to side as much as the tight bindings at wrists and
ankles would let him.
The leader let her spear fall, and drew off her gloves. Her hands went to the belt of her trousers, and
undid the heavy brass buckle. Slowly she began to writhe her hips back and forth in a swaying motion,
like a snake trying to charm a bird. Blade watched her face. He saw that she was trying to work herself
up into a state of arousalтАФand before too long, it was obvious that she was succeeding. Occasionally
she would clasp one or both hands over her breasts.
Suddenly she jerked off her tunic and stood bare to the waist above the wild man. Another jerk, and
her trousers slid down her gracefully rounded thighs. Her stomach was as flat as a board, with only the
faintest creases arrowing down toward the thick mass of curly hair between her thighs. The trousers slid
all the way down to the ground, and she stepped out of them and kicked them carelessly off to one side.
Blade shifted his gaze from her naked body to her face. Her eyes were wide and almost glazed, her
mouth open, and her breathing so hard and fast that Blade could hear it clearly.
Blade was uncomfortably aware that the sight was arousing him. And it was doing the same to the
men on the ground. Both now jutted up like miniature flagpoles and were writhing back and forth,
gnashing their teeth and clawing at the earth with their fingers.
Suddenly the woman stepped forward until she was straddling the spread-eagled form of the first
man. Then in a single, swift motion she plunged down onto him. She gave a great gasp as his rigid
maleness vanished deep inside her. Then she began to rock back and forth, faster and faster, the gasps
turning into moans and the moans into whimpers of delight. Her head went back until her hair came
undone and flowed down her back. Blade could see her swollen, engorged nipples dark against the
tanned flesh of her breasts.
Then a great shudder went through her, a second, a third. In the same moment the man on the ground
cried out harshly in pleasure. The woman stayed where she was for another moment. Then slowly,
staggering on legs that seemed barely able to support her, she stepped away from him. After only a few
steps her legs gave up, and she sank down onto the needle-covered ground. Her head was down, and
Blade could see her breasts heaving from her rapid breathing.
Now the bare-breasted woman was taking off her trousers, throwing her tunic aside, and walking
over to the other man. She did not bother with the slow dance to arouse herself or the man. Apparently
the sight of the first coupling had done all that she needed.
One by one, the seven uninjured women used the spread-eagled men, alternating between them. The
eighth woman, the one with the broken jaw, was obviously feeling too sick to join in the proceedings, but
Blade noticed that her trousers were unbuckled, and both her hands were down inside the waistband,
moving vigorously. If this was a female-dominated society, sex with a man might well be a luxury item,
like fine brandy or sports cars in Home Dimension. Blade grinned at the comparison. But whatever their
sex life might be, these women looked tough and competent. They would be formidable opponents,