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  He tiptoed back to the girl and removed her robe. He in turn took off his tunic and lay alongside her. Their bodies were fused together and his penis rose in spite of him, pressing with rigid pain against her thighs. The girl breathed heavily.

  'Could we not make love?' she pleaded in a whisper. 'The plan might fail.'

  'It will not fail,' Ineni said, quietly. 'It must not fail. We shall need all our wits and strength and one becomes listless after passion is spent. It is better that we deny ourselves until we are safe.'

  'I shall long for our safety with all my heart,' the girl said.

  'So be it,' Ineni echoed.

  For the next half-hour they pantomimed the act of love. Lying in the gloom where their movements would be now indiscernible from the door. The rustlings of the hides, the heavy breathing, the muttered exclamations, the moanings, the whinings, the groan after groan of growing passion, the convulsive explosion of fulfilment. All were there for the benefit of the guards, quietly listening outside, picturing afresh the lush curves of the girl they had seen searched in her nudity.

  After the final gasping of the act, they lay silent for some time. Then both dressed quietly.

  'Tell them I am asleep,' Ineni whispered. 'And you must act as if you really desire them, as if you mean every movement of your body, every word of encouragement. My life - and yours if you fail - depends upon it.'

  'I will do all I can,' the girl whispered back. 'And I shall be thinking of you with every act I make.'

  'Amon be with you,' Ineni said.

  The girl breathed a prayer and then walked to the door. She banged on the inside and a guard came over.

  'My lord has bid me leave him. He is asleep,' she said.

  The guard tried to peer past her into the cell but could see nothing. He called out to his companion.

  'Our lady wishes to leave. Be ready with your spear.' The other covered the door from a slight distance, spear raised. His companion eased back the bar and the girl slipped out into the chamber, the light from the brazier shadowing over her, outlining the creases around the fleshy parts of her body, where the robe clasped and offered them. The bolt slid back into place.

  'You had better sit on the divan, my lady. It is more comfortable and we have been ordered to keep you here for the night,' one of the guards said, gruffly, embarrassed in the presence of a noblewoman.

  The girl thanked them and sat on the divan, while the two soldiers drew away and squatted on the floor at the foot of it.

  Very quietly Ineni rose from the hides •and crept to the door. He stood back a few inches from the aperture so that he had a good view of the outside, but could not in turn be seen. No light came down the steps from above. It was full night.

  Ineni's heart kept up a continued, abnormal thumping as he prepared himself for the events which would end in life or death for him.

  The girl had surreptitiously eased up the hem of her robe and she leaned back against the wall, legs apart so the material stretched tightly across her thighs, revealing their bareness under the skirt of her covering up to the gloom of her crutch.

  The guards sat with their eyes on the ground, afraid, perhaps, to look at the lightly protected beauty of the girl.

  'How boring it must be for you to have to sit in this chamber all night.'

  The men looked round. She had succeeded in attracting their attention to herself.

  'It gives us no great pleasure, my lady,' one of them replied - and his eyes fell on the open, revealed gulf of her legs under the robe. His companion, too had seen the uncovered intimacy. Their eyes became glued on the dark, firm, muscled flesh of her thighs - and were stuck there. Neither, it seemed to Ineni, had the physical power to remove his eyes from the tempting view.

  The girl pretended to be unaware of their lustful eyes, the colour which had flamed to their faces.

  'Are no women ever brought to give you a little distraction?' she asked.

  She moved her position slightly as if she were uncomfortable - and succeeded in presenting the men an even fuller view of the secrets under her skirt. Her thighs, wide under the robe were now all visible and to furtively searching eyes of the guards, the soft lips of her vagina were there in sight. Their heads, on the level of the divan, were directly in line with her legs and their eyes feasted ravenously - and now almost openly - on the object they would have given their lives to possess.

  'Never such luck,' one of them answered. And his voice came out gruffly and uncertainly in his passion so that he had to cough to hide his feelings.

  'How inconsiderate of your commanders,' the girl continued.

  She rose as if to stretch her legs and strolled around the chamber, clasping her robe about her, outlining her buttocks as she walked away from them. Her bottom seemed contained like a firm pudding in a thin cloth and at its extremities it rippled out against the cloth.

  The men exchanged glances and stared with fixed eyes at the buttocks which rounded and creased like live things before their eyes. The fire threw shadow and light on the ripples of flesh so that they seemed even accentuated.

  The girl turned back towards them and in walking appeared to find something wrong with a sandal. A few paces from them she paused and bent in front of them, jostling her sandal with her hand. At her bosom, the robe opened out and fell forward so that the guards found themselves looking down a long ravine of cleavage, their hungry eyes roaming over almost completely revealed mounds of round, firm breast-flesh.

  Ineni, watching them closely, was aware how hard put to it they were not to leap to their feet and start the rape the girl, in spite of the penalties which would follow. So she was playing her role well.

  'I always feel a great sympathy for guards,' the girl continued. 'They have no fun, while frequently their prisoner has everything he could desire. It seems unfair.'

  'We are not the privileged, my lady,' replied one, tongue slithering over dry lips.

  'But nonetheless you have probably more power and capacity than those in higher places.'

  The girl, churned up with nervousness inside, as Ineni well knew, was giving no indication of anything but complete self-possession far beyond her years.

  For a moment the guards stared at her, racking their brains for meaning to put to her words, unable to believe the obvious.

  'My lord within there, for instance.' the girl continued relentlessly, nodding towards the door behind which Ineni watched. 'He has no more power than to satisfy himself and leave me unsatisfied - and now he sleeps while I can only regret.'

  Slow grins appeared on the faces of the guards, grins they were prepared to wipe off at the slightest sign. Now they were sure - but one could not be completely sure with noblewoman.

  The bulges at the loins of their tunics were unmistakable. The girl sat once more on the divan, robe drawn up to reveal several inches of smooth, silky thigh, and motioned to the men to sit with her.

  'Is it not ridiculous?' she asked with a smile. 'Two fine men like you, unable to have a woman and a woman like me left unsatisfied because of my lord's weakness. And here we are able to do nothing but sit and dream and wish.'

  Her slim fingers played with her thigh, as if absently and her big, doe-eyes swept the two men.

  'It is a great pity, my lady,' one of the men replied. 'And anyone who could not spend a whole night with you but must needs send you off at its beginning is no man in my view.'

  He had risked all on his remark. The other guard looked at the floor.

  The girl eyed the man.

  'You would not have done so?' she asked. 'You would have kept me the whole night?'

  'And several more besides if it were my choice.'

  'The other guard had not yet looked up from• the floor.

  They were playing with dynamite.

  'Then you would seem to be the man for me,' the girl replied.

  The other guard looked up at last. He grinned. They both grinned. This was a noblewoman with a difference. One could laugh and joke and talk int
imately with her, yet neither consciously dared suggest - not even hope - for more.

  'You are so beautiful that I should probably have kept you for life,' the guard added, warming to his compliments.

  'Am I so beautiful?' the girl asked, raising an eyebrow and smiling provocatively.

  'More beautiful than the lotus blossom,' declared the guard who had not spoken up to this point.

  'Ah. You, too, are a man of taste.' The girl encompassed him in her smile.

  'But surely you have seen more beautiful women?' She addressed them both.

  'I have seen some as beautiful of face and a very few as beautiful as body, but never one of such virtue in both,' the first guard said, boldly.

  'And how can you be sure that my body is so beautiful?' the girl asked with a smile.

  'My lady, you cannot hide your beauty - and was it not revealed to us when you were searched?'

  Both men were now getting obvious pleasure out of simply making suggestive remarks to such a beautiful and noble woman. The bulges in their tunics were enormous and they made no fruitless attempt to hide these gauges of passion from the girl.

  'But that was for only a moment. You had no time to judge,' the girl laughed.

  'It was enough, but indeed we could have wished for more,' the first guard said, with a ring of passion in his voice.

  'Then you shall have it,' the girl declared.

  And before the lustful eyes of the men - barely able to believe what was happening - the girl slithered off the divan and slowly divested herself of her robe. It peeled from off her breasts, which soared into view like great balls of ivory, strongly pointed at their uttermost protrusion by the expanse of nipple. Down from her slim ribs and slimmer waist the garment slipped, clasped her tightly around the broader flesh of her hips a moment and then with an extra tug and wriggle, had flowed off her hips so that her delicately rounded abdomen shot into view, the little muff of dark hair at her pelvis and then the broad, tapering-to-slimness thighs.

  The robe slumped to the stone floor in a soft swoosh. Bending before them so that her breasts hung vertically like the suspended, heavy fruit of a tree, the girl drew the robe from off her sandals and stepped out of it altogether.

  'Now you can judge', she said, with a deep lustful look the men.

  She came closer to them, as they sat, mouths open, breath escaping in painful jerks, bodies heaving irregularly with their efforts to control their breath.

  Close in front of them she spun around. The firelight flickered on her flesh, shadowing the rounds and hollows of her buttocks, her breasts, her belly as she turned, throwing into relief the lightly moving muscles as they tensed sinuously in her arms and thighs.

  So close were the two men that they were aware of the flesh as if the skin was throwing off a light, radiant heat which reached them. They could see the light down on her body, feel in their minds, the texture of the taut, soft-looking skin.

  Still they did not move.

  'Tell me now am I not beautiful?' the girl asked, gazing down at them.

  'My lady, you are so beautiful that you come near to tempting us to sin against our duty, which bids us quietly guard the prisoner, and our class which bids us not to touch a lady of noble birth - save in the spoils of war.'

  'Would you like to touch me?' the girl asked, flaunting her hips.

  There was a moment's hesitation.

  'I should like to stuff my rod into the very depths of you.' The words came out quickly in the coarse expression which was all the soldier knew. The girl smiled at him invitingly.

  'And I told you how unsatisfied my lord left me - I give you that right. Stuff me, stuff me with all your might until you are exhausted.'

  Both men squirmed with passion at her words - but neither moved.

  'We would be killed if we were discovered,' one whispered after a while.

  From his hiding place Ineni held his breath. Would fear overcome their lust and ruin everything?

  But the girl had moved up to the men where they sat, open-legged on the divan, great branches thrusting from between their legs, lifting their tunics in a great undulation.

  With a swift movement she knelt in front of them and grasped each great penis in a hand through the cloth, squeezing it, fondling it.

  'I need to be satisfied,' she said passionately, 'and now you need to be. I offer you my body - a body such as you have never had. I offer you the nectar between my legs. I offer you anything you want of me. It is past midnight. Nobody will come now until the morning. You will never have this chance again.'

  At the feel of her hands both men had writhed their hips uncontrollably and now the first guard, helpless against himself, leaned forward and pulled her roughly onto him, hands running voraciously, fiercely, over her body.

  The girl pursued her bridgehead. Her hand slid under the guards' tunics, up their hairy thighs and then clasped, gently, the thick stiff organs she found there, clasped them and then drew soft, cool fingers up their hot lengths.

  The other guard, too, not wishing to be left out, had moved in and was feeling the girl all over from a side position.

  Her hands slid, relentless, down from their rods to the hot, soft expanses of their testicles. Both men groaned and wriggled in delirium.

  'Come on, come on,' the girl entreated.

  'Just a moment.'

  The first guard tore himself away with an effort, snatched a blazing torch from the brazier and moved towards the cell door. Ineni moved swiftly and quietly back to the bed, lay down and feigned sleep. The torch flickered for a moment or two at the aperture, while the guard endeavoured to peer through the inner gloom. After a moment, satisfied, he moved away and the light receded from the door with him. Ineni rose quietly again and moved once more to the aperture.

  The first guard had returned to the divan and was pawing the girl. He pulled her at him and crushed his lips to hers. From his grunt, Ineni could tell that she had slipped her little, lean tongue into his mouth. The man's hands caressed her breasts, clutching them so tightly that they bulged out around his fingers and red marks appeared on the skin as he slid over the smooth expanse.

  The other man had, now, boldly slipped his hand between her open legs from behind and was fingering the folds of flesh, searching between them for the spot. His other hand stroked and pressed the firm, bamboo-texture of her buttocks.

  For some minutes they continued thus, all three breathing fiercely.

  And the girl cried out in passion:

  'Oh, put it in me. Quick, put it in me.'

  She rolled off the man and flung herself down on the divan, legs wide apart. Both men moved, tunics rolled up above their loins, to get on her as she lay with eyes closed, moaning through open mouth.

  Each tried to elbow the other away. Neither succeeded.

  'Oh, don't fight over it,' the girl begged, voice broken with passion. 'If one of you can't wait, you can have me together.'

  The men looked at her in surprise.

  Quickly she rolled onto her side, reached behind her and spread the cheeks of her bottom with her hands.

  'One of you must have my behind,' she said.

  The two men were in no mood to argue about details. Each simply wanted to embed himself in this beautiful woman without delay.

  'All right, I'll have her ass,' the second guard said through his thick breathing.

  Falling over each other in their hot desire, each with enormous penis sawing the air, they fell onto the divan on either side of the girl.

  As the first guard, taking the more normal passage, pulled her legs on either side of his hips, Ineni, watching with a turbulent pang of upset in his stomach, thought: shades of the Queen of Arad - but what circumstances and how much more depends on it.

  Both men were coarse and brutal. There was no waiting, no question of finesse. Behind her, while his comrade arranged the girl's legs, the other - all reserve of class now - pulled apart her buttocks, spreading them with a great pull on either hand, pressing the anus op
en with his thumbs. An aiming. And then his fleshy organ barraged against the hole, rebounded on the first attempt, stuck on the second and with a third thrust had seared into her soft back channel to her cry of pain. He showed no gentleness, but, face screwed up in passion and fury, shagged with wild, rapid movements straight into her rectum, bursting in, with a few strokes, to the full length of his organ regardless of the girl's cries.

  Meanwhile his companion, slower to set started, succeeded in drawing up the girl's thighs on either him, so that one was crushed under him in the crook of his waist, the other strung limply over his hip.

  Without more ado he caught her cool hand and placed it on his penis for her to place it in her vagina for him.

  The girl seized it bravely and directed it into the opening of the aperture. Feeling the moist warmth around its tip the guard heaved upwards with a flexing of his hips and his penis in turn burst into the girl in one great, gluttonous movement, forcing up and up, determined to feel the tight, painful pressure on his organ in one movement before the channel had adapted itself to his intrusion.

  Another cry was drawn from the girl, but she held her own and was soon forcing her hips back at the spearing of her behind, forward at the penetration of her vagina with alternate squirms.

  Her hands moved around the broad back of the first guard as he buried his organ of pulsing pleasure into her. Her arms encircled him, pulling him into her, thighs clasped him, cradling him warmly against her soft secret. Her hands roamed over his back, down to the belt until they rested on the leather sheath in which the dagger was enclosed.

  For a moment, while Ineni started in a sort of hypnotised horror, she fumbled with the sheath, but was unable to unfasten it for fear of attracting attention.

  Behind her, the second guard was well taken care of. Forcing his way in and in and in her tight back-passage which clasped his penis in a soft vice, he had no thought in his head but the sensual, almost unendurable pain down there at the protrusion of his loins.