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The Fun is Over

In measured gallop the cohort crossed the plateau westward; later, after passing a mountain ridge, northbound. With every leap of the horse the officer behind him was groaning from pain, but the fighter couldn't help: they had to reach the healer at headquarters as quickly as possible. Hours later they passed the torched ruins of the 7^th Advanced Camp at the foot of the mountain, where a bunch of armed natives insidiously had butchered almost half of the occupants. They put in a short break, and not until sunset they finally reached the royal headqarters of the Southern Command, surrounded by guards and occupied by a formidable armed force. The fighter rode directly up to the small healer's tent, where the officer was taken over and placed on a stretcher.

"This will hurt", the white-bearded healer warned the wounded, after removing the bandage from his eyes: "Too much time has passed. We have to burn this out." - The officer roared: "Shut up! I'm a hero! Do your f**ing work!" - "Drink this", the healer said, poring some liquid into his throat. Then three men held the patient, while the healer put a candle close to his face. Between gurgling and wildly screaming the officer kept shouting: "I'm a hero! I'm a hero! No, I won't die!"

The fighter wasn't needed here any longer, so he took care of his true black mare which had to work so hard today. Only after having carefully dried her steaming black body with straw and given her water he went to the officer's tent to make his report.

"This is just what we need", the second in command shouted: "Exactly when the king gives us strict orders to end phase one, the wimps here begin making trouble." - "Can't help it", the commander replied: " Felofas' instructions are completely clear: No looting, no raiding. With the foundation of the new city in the north a week ago we transitioned into phase two. We don't want to rule depopulated land, but people who are grateful when we allow them to serve us as slaves." - "The fun is over", the third in command commented, and the second added: "If I imagine those preyed broads now being formally married to soldiers, good night."

The fighter was shocked. He enjoyed to have fun with those women's bodies. But he had no desire to look at their faces. He preferred to make them kneel and then shove his thing into them from behind. He loved it when they just shut up. That way the female body was nothing but a giant sheath for his manhood. Inverted hairiness: big hairless balls, three feet shaft and hairy glans. He even put some oil onto himself to make them howl less. The worst experience he ever had was when one of them once talked to him in his own language. Yakk. He almost puked. The only reason he didn't cut her throat immediately was that he didn't want to get in trouble with her owner, a powerful officer of a different unit.

"You are dismissed", the commander pushed the fighter out of his thoughts, and then addressed his officers: "Before this all here gets too warm and cozy I want to put this on record: We will avenge the 7^th. Tomorrow. And we will punish those who wounded poor Xuthos."