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Subject: {ASSM} The Caravan Route
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Date: Sun, 09 Apr 2017 05:10:02 -0400
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The Caravan Route
 
    The Northern Bay  still clogged with thick floes of ice.  The late and 
extremely cold winter  taking it toll on the merchant fleet already as some 
ships have failed to  negotiate the pressure of the ice on the hulls of the 
wooden  ships.
    The winter also  taking it toll of the passes over the mountains to the 
East.  The usual  routes causing delays to all movement, all except one 
possibility.  A pass  to the grassy plains of the herders is the easiest way 
for a caravan to go; if  you don't consider the hostility of the people.  It 
is a cold road to  travel this time of year with the lack of trees and 
mountains once you  through the pass.  And then there are the herders who will 
collect a  large sum of gold or other valuables for the use of their  land.
    The caravan is in  need of haste as the young lady is to meet her 
betrothed on the other sides of  the grasslands.  A member of the royal family; 
but not a princess the  marriage will solidify a much needed alliance between 
to two  countries.
    Her dowry part of  the caravan riches, and increased as we will be held 
up for a hefty amount to be  allowed to pass safety and with the guarded 
presence of the plains people.   Bribery a part of life for a caravan.  
    These people are  little more then barbarians, living in tents most of 
the year and then wooden  huts during the extreme weather months.  Moving 
their herds from grassland  to grassland to feed their stock.
    Being mobile as  they are it is difficult to determine where they may 
be at any given time.   They truly are barbarians with their bodies covered 
in tattoos and garments made  from the pelt of their herd animals.  When they 
have been in our country,  they are smelly, sweaty and unwashed for the 
most part.  Totally lacking in  civil manners.
    My lady who is a  few years younger then me, in her mid teens, and the 
rest of her ladies in  waiting riding in a coach that jostles the body in 
most unpleasant ways.   The rest of her household riding in wagons that are 
jostling much worse then  ours.  This journey would have been so much easier 
and faster if we could  have used the water  route.
Tempers  wearing thin as we pop down from the pass through the mountains 
and enter the  flat grasslands.  Thankfully they are fairly even and the 
wooden springs of  the coach taking most of the shock.  
The caravan master  informing my lady that we are being observed by the 
nomads and that to expect  them to come and talk maybe when we camp for the 
night.  
    Outriders have been  sent to contact them, so that an offer of tribute 
for protection may be  given.  It is robbery; but at least we will be safe 
till we gain the  forests on the far side of the plains.
    Wrapped in woolen  cloaks and fur blankets adding more warmth as we 
start down into the open  plains.  A stiff wind blowing across causing the 
sparse grass to wave as we  move along a worn road.  Shivering as the cold wind 
finds any gape in the  drapes at the windows of the coach and the door.  The 
ungainly coach moving  with the rest of the wagons in a long line standing 
out against the flatness of  the low grass.
    Riders coming  closer and gaining in numbers as we stop to rest the 
horses and oxen.  A  warm lunch taking away some of the chill as we stay close 
to the wagons as we  look at the men on either side of the caravan.  
    Not only are they  looking grimy in their colorless clothing; but up 
close you can see scars but  they have rings hanging from their ears.  A 
fashion that has not caught on  with our people.  Not only are they scary in 
their demeanor; but you can  almost feel them stripping you of your clothing 
with their eyes and seeing us  naked.  Nervously looking out of the sides of 
our down cast eyes as we move  quickly to do the task at hand and hurrying 
back to the safety of our  coach.
    Our lady peeking  through a small spy hole to look at the men that will 
be entrusted with our  safety and giggling without a work, as we all have 
thoughts that are best left  unsaid.
    Moving again across  the plain to waterhole that will be our encampment 
for the night.  The  caravan master using this time to barter with these 
barbarians.  An array  of goods will be displayed with gold and trinkets of 
jewelry something that  appeals to our hosts.
    Word that a large  encampment of the herders will be at our night time 
camp area.  Nervous as  we roll to a stop and camp if pitched.  When all is 
settled, word  is  brought that we may leave the coach to stretch our legs.  
    In spite of the  scents in the coach to mask other smells, the fresh 
air is a relief. Though the  wind is still blowing strongly and with the sun 
setting quickly, the air  is taking on a chill.
    Long cloaks not  only keeping us warm; but also covering us from the 
undisguised looks of the  male herders as they mingle amongst the caravan.  
    Our guards not  enough to be a threat to the herders; but more then 
sufficient to ward off  attacks from bands of robbers.  The strength of our 
country and the one  that my lady is to be wed should not have more then a 
passing problem with these  nomads.
    It seems that on  the morrow we will find a large encampment and 
bargain for our safe passage  across the grasslands.  The night not as frightful 
as expected as we  exercise and stretched our cramped muscles.
    Morning departure  cool but with the promise of warmth later in the day 
as we are now surrounded by  endless grass and distant mountains behind us. 
 News that we will stop  early in the day; because of a gathering of the 
clans in a bowl of land,  protected from the blowing winds.
    A soldier bringing  word of our imminent arrival.  The caravan working 
its way into the  surrounding herds and tents of the nomad clans.  Absorbed 
like a drop of  water in a pond.
    The smell of  cooking fires, fueled by dung  burning our eyes as we 
step from the back of  the coach into the deep bowl.  The grasslands waving in 
the wind around us  as we look upwards.  Not a breath of a breeze in the 
depression.  A  giant crater in the middle of the flat plain.
    A huge permanent  building the center of the encampment.  The roof 
dried grass, the sides  open on all sides.  This is the hall of the herdsmen.  
Small enclosed  huts to one side of the circular building.  Tables of hewn 
wood and seats  of logs.  Other objects made from wood barely visible in the 
center of the  room.  The wood not native to the plain and the slender trees 
that grow  here.  All of the wood having been brought here from a great  
distance.
    More amazing are  the huge carts that are circling the center of the 
encampment.  They are  like wooden houses on wheels, giant wheels.  Multiple 
teams of oxen drawing  these ponderous wagons.
    Our wagons drawn up  to form a wall enclosing us in a small circle 
compared to the immensity of  surrounding herders.
    Discreetly  listening as the caravan master explains what will go into 
the bartering for  safe passage to the far ends of the plains.  My lady 
wanting to see the  warm springs that bubble from the crater and help to heat 
this area, even in the  deepest wintry blast.
    The high leader of  these barbarian is present and so the cost of 
crossing will be most likely  higher then expected.  Listening shocked as we hear 
that not only are gold  and jewels going to be given as part of the price; 
but female and male slaves  also.
    Shivering as I  think of the culture shock of those poor souls having 
to adapt to the customs  and ways of these nomads.  And I am sure that they 
will be used hard,  working and harder when the work day is finished.
    Wandering around  the encampment with guards, our heavy cloaks thrown 
off as it is actually balmy  in this crater.  Looking at the nomads going 
about their tasks, doing what  the tradesmen of our country do; but in a much 
simpler fashion.  Everything  functional; rather then for show.
    The men half naked  as they work, the sweat leaving a sheen on their 
decorated skins.  A  fierceness to their appearance as they go about their 
tasks.  The woman  demurely dressed to include a wrap of material around their 
heads.  Eyes  dark and following us as we move through the encampment.  The 
women  deferring to each man, stepping from his path.  The children playing 
with  little rag cloth dolls or balls of some material that they strike with 
a stick  on the ground.  Some dressed as their mothers and fathers, other 
girls,  younger ones wearing a simple shift and the really young children, 
boys and  girls running naked through the camp.
    Abashed as we try  not to look too closely as we have seen a woman bent 
over, her skirts thrown up  on her back and a man having sex in the open 
with her.  Also another woman  on her knees giving oral sex to a man as he 
holds her head close to his  body.  His trousers down around his ankles as his 
hairy ass cheeks thrust  to her mouth.  Blushing and not acknowledging; but 
very aware of the crude  and openness of this people.
    The nomads curious  as they visit the stalls of the merchants and look 
in wonder at the brightly  adorned jewelry and clothing, and other trade 
goods, especially brought for  these people.
    An evening meal in  the round house will welcome my lady her maids and 
the merchants as the heads of  the tribe will host a celebration.  Already 
instructed to not wear too much  jewelry as a piece may strike the fancy of 
one of the council and will be  expected to be offered to them.
    Dressed in bright  finery; but not overly adorned we join the merchants 
and my lady and her captain  of the guard as they are introduced to the 
leaders of the clans.   Woolen dresses exchanged for simpler cambric ones as 
the heat of the encampment  is enough to make a lady sweat.  Subdued colors as 
each wore a dress with  half sleeves and a square cut at the bodice beads 
defines the opening,  showing the whiteness of the upper chest and the tops 
of the breasts and  possibly cleavage.  The skirt falling to mid calve and 
girdled at the  waist.  Plain white hose and sturdy slippers.  My lady wearing 
a  pendant of some value on her chest and each of her ladies wearing a 
smaller  version with slight variations,
    In other  circumstances we would have dressed much more fashionably and 
bejeweled to awe  the audience.  In this case we dressed to downplay  
wealth.
    As we had walked  from our wagons, the air felt charged.  The air warm; 
but a shiver running  through the group.  The sound of the encampment 
strong with a feeling of  anticipation.  Eyes watching our group as the rest of 
our caravan moves to  the outer circle to gaze at the proceeding.  
    Musical instruments  playing strange and haunting tunes as the twilight 
settles and a series of  torches light up the meeting house of the nomads.  
What I thought were log  stumps for chairs, was not totally wrong; but for 
the honored guests there are  rough; but chairs with cushions and backs and 
arms.  My lady escorted to  one on a raised dais with the caravan master and 
captain of the guard and two of  her ladies.
    The customs of the  nomads odd so it had been explained to us as we 
huddle at one end of a  table.  Explanations and formal introductions and 
speeches with a series of  toasts starting off the night.  The meal lots of 
tubers and vegetables and  meats that could not be readily identified.  Picking 
at the food delicately  and moving it around in the serving bowl to look like 
I had eaten.  I could  see the other trying not to show their distaste of 
the spices and whatever we  had been served.  A strong drink served, 
fermented from the milk of their  herds.  Again trying not to choke or gag as we sip 
the strong  alcohol.  A sip with each toast offered added up to a fair 
amount of the  nasty swill.
    My lady looking  young and beautiful and holding herself well as she 
listens to the small talk of  the head clan men.  The closeness of the nomads 
must truly be awful to the  delicate sensitivities of the young woman.
    Not able to hear  the conversation; but seeing her shaking her head no 
as the caravan master uses  his skills to gain an edge.  My lady looking 
worried as she glances over to  her people gathered close for comfort.
    The mood changing  as the drums beat out a tattoo and men perform 
acrobatic feats, and then some  feats of skill by other men.  
     Next women  move into the middle of the circle.  The music now sensual 
in a primitive  way as the barely clad woman sway and dance.  Arousing the 
men, not only  nomads; but also some of our men as well.
    As we had seen in  our tour of the camp earlier, these are a base 
people and no real surprise as  men join the woman stripped to their waists and 
the dancing now of a highly  erotic nature.
    My lady trying not  to watch; but showing a good face as this 
performance is totally indecent  now.  The dancing close and the touches physical as 
you can see the arousal  of the women in the hardness of their nipples and 
the men by the bulges swelling  in their bloused pants.
    Wanting to hide my  eyes as some of the other ladies have or close 
them; but feeling that as my lady  is watching that I should show that we 
observe the customs and enjoy the skill  of the dancers.
    Needless to say  that my lady is virginal as are her ladies in waiting, 
except for her official  chaperone who is a widowed woman.  I have been 
touched on my breasts and  bottom and sort of touched in my lady parts and have 
touched a young man's penis  through his pants; but other then kisses that 
is the extent of my experience and  I daresay that of the other ladies in 
waiting.
    I can feel a flush  of embarrassment for myself and those around me as 
I watch the wanton display of  sex and flesh.  The music building to a 
climax as the men and women  disappear into the night.
    Wishing for a cold  glass of water; but instead taking more then a sip 
of my drink as I feel the  heat of the moment on all those gathered.
    Heads bent again in  negotiation, my lady shaking hers emphatically.  
The price asked must be  much more then was expected.  The conversation 
louder and more heated as  caravan and nomads wait on the outcome.
    A chest of gold and  another of jewels and weapons brought out to 
display.  One of the caravan  men behind us explaining to us the nature of the 
barter.  
    Women, slave girls  that were carried in a wagon, brought forward for 
the Headsman to look at and  appraise.  It seems that this was anticipated 
and prepared for in advance  as the women are stripped and inspected like 
cattle by the nomads.  The  nomads picking out 10 young girls from the 15 and 
tying a rope around their  necks, they are led naked from the encampment.  The 
chests and weapons are  also taken away.
    It seems that one  last item is being negotiated.  Another heated 
argument that is now  upsetting those gathered around us.  A line of nomadic 
women come forward  to stand in front of my lady and the leaders of the nomads.  
Gesturing and  with loud words, the women shyly divest themselves of their 
outer attire and bow  their head as they stand partially naked now in front 
of the massed  camp.
    The caravan man  explaining that these women are being given to be used 
for the pleasure of the  men of the caravan.  An intake of breath by the 
women who heard this not  just the ladies women; but also the other females 
that are part of the  caravan.  My lady has traveled with seamstresses, cooks, 
maids and what  ever she needs to make her new life comfortable.
    To refuse these  women would be to shame them and to be a major breach 
of friendship between the  nomads and the caravan.  Watching my lady finally 
assent with a bow of her  head.
    The contrast of the  two different cultures is a vast abyss.  The 
younger woman with my Lady, a  cousin sent over to where we are.  Informing us 
that the herders would  like to see us dance.  Looking around a group of us 
that are quite talented  in a form of step dancing, glide to the center of the 
room after a instruments  are acquired from our wagons.
    This is probably a  better form of dancing then the ones where we have 
male partners.  I am  sure they would think laugh at the mincing.  Our step 
dancing of which we  are quite good will be lively.  
    Lining up and  lifting our skirts a few inches to insure that we will 
not catch our feet in the  hems.  Then the music staring slow and working up 
to a much faster  beat.  Arms held at our sides holding our skirts and feet 
soft shoes  flashing in quick movements as we slowly move in designs to the 
beat of the  drum.  Our feet stomping as we have not taps on these  shoes.
    The climax of our  dance a quick and unexpected stop as we finish as 
one single unit.  The  movement easing the stiffness of my legs as the feet 
snap out and fly to the  beat of the next dance.  This one legs lifting high 
the skirts of our  dresses swirling around our legs and again ending with a 
sudden cession of  movement.  
    The other girls  stepping back to form a half circle and with the 
musicians move slowly with  precise movements.  Fours swords brought forth and 
crossed and set on the  floor as another girl and I begin our step dance.  
Skipping in unison as we  move around the swords that form four quarters to a 
circle.   Then  with a hop, both of us landing to do an intricate weave of 
toes landing in one  spot and another.
    Heads raised and  looking straight at my Lady and the head of the 
nomads as our arms are at our  sides stiffly.  Feet moving to the beat of the 
drum, never touching any  part of the swords as we move faster and faster and 
exchange positions.   Our skirts swirling around our thighs as we pivot and 
spin and our feet become a  blur of movement. 
    And with a loud  bang of the drum, we have humped back and joined the 
line of women again precise  in movement.  I can feel a sheen of sweat on my 
body from the  exertion.  Hands clapping now as the line turns and dances to 
around the  circle and back out to where our friends are.
    My Lady clapping as  are our fellow countrymen, and sounds from the 
nomads that I expect must be some  form of appreciation for our skill.
    The Headsman  standing and saying something to my Lady, then walking 
over to us.  His  wide smile scary as his dental hygiene is sadly lacking.  
Smelling of  unwashed body and smoke.  Laughing heartily he speaks in his 
language and  gestures to the floor as he points to a girl.
    The girl afraid and  backing into the midst of the rest of the women 
dancers.  A gesture from  the nomad to the interpreter who quickly walks over 
to where we are  standing.  A series of guttural words spewing from the 
headsman's mouth  with an accompanying spray of spittle.
    "The Great Leader  of the Clans would like those that he picks come out 
into the center of the hall  so that he might bestow his gratitude for an 
excellent display of  dancing."  At a nod from the interpreter, the headsman 
touches the girl he  indicated with his finger and then another and another 
woman as he looks round  the group.  Then his blunt finger pushes against my 
chest bone and the  young woman next to me who did the sword dance.
    Stepping  tentatively out in front of the quiet crowd, bowing to our 
Lady as we  wait.  The Chieftain, gesturing at the five of us as his 
translator  explains to my Lady and the Caravan Master, what he is  saying.
    Not hearing the  quiet words, but seeing a hand going to my Lady's 
mouth in shock as she shakes  her head in a definite "no."  The conversation 
more heated now and  louder.  The five of us extremely nervous as we stand 
lined up in front of  the massed crowd.
    Finally shaking her  head in assent as the woman who did the sword 
dance with me, my Lady's cousin is  told to go back to our people and another 
one who danced is brought  forward.  Again a nod of her head as she whispers 
to her  Captain.
    The five of us  looking for guidance as we stand.  The older woman 
chaperone coming forward  to talk with us.  Explaining that the Chieftain does 
not want to let the  caravan proceed unless we followed the correct protocol 
for  hospitality.
    With dread I wait  the next words, as I look at my Lady and see tears 
in her eyes.  Trembling  as the chaperone explains that since the Chieftain 
has given five of their women  to ease the needs of the caravan, we must also 
respect that  tradition.
    Hearing the cries  of fear, and one young woman fainting, as the women 
understand what is  being said and that we are to be exchanged for those 
five women.  Not able  to believe this barbaric custom is going to be applied 
to  us.
    "It will only be  for the duration of our time in this encampment.  
Just a day or two."   As I have said, I am a virgin as are those of the Ladies 
household are suppose  to be.
    Protesting loudly  now, as the realization of what is being said and 
what is expected.  Tears  in my eyes as the confidence that I had dancing is 
now totally shattered in  myself and my Lady.
    In so many words,  we are being given as unpaid whores to these 
barbarians to take their pleasures  with.
    As the chaperone  leaves the circle, the five nomadic women return and 
bowing to the Chieftain,  strip naked and wait with bowed heads.
    Looking in horror  at these women, as they kneel on all fours, legs 
wide and ready to accept a  man.  The chaperone coming back to us and 
instructing us to take off our  dresses and clothing.  We can not disobey our Lady, 
but slowly we strip  till we are standing naked to the eyes of the gathered 
crowd.  Then told to  take a position like the nomadic women facing them.
    Feeling like I have  to pee myself as I walk over and kneel on and 
spread my legs apart in imitation  of the herders.   Eyes closed and feeling my 
body flushing as I am  exposed to male eyes for the first time.  
    The sobs of the  other women audible as now the Captain of the Guard 
walks to his men and asks  for volunteers to complete this contract with the 
nomads.  With not a lot  of effort he got five men to walk to the women.  
Already five of the nomads  leaders have walked to the middle of the room and 
reaching into their  breeches and exposing their erections to the gathered 
crowd.  A cheer  of appreciation from the gathered peoples.
    I am not a classic  beauty, I am tall and lean and small of chest; but 
my hips are wide.  I  have no idea what to expect as I kneel on the floor.  
As we kneel a small  jar is hung from our neck.  Not needing to look, but 
from the smell knowing  it is animal fat.  My stomach churning.
    Seeing feet in  front of my lowered eyes, as I catch scent of a sweaty 
body and then feeling  fingers twining in my hair and yanking my head up 
till my cheek grazes the  swollen organ.  The man rubbing his cock on my cheek 
as I moan in fear and  try to pull away.
    His cock head being  pushed against my lips.  The meaty flesh looking 
long and round, skin  pulled back to expose the dark head.  The scent of 
sweat and piss and others I don't know filling my nostrils as they flare in 
protest.&  Strong  fingers squeezing my nostrils together and after long moments 
my lips part to  pull in a breath of air.  The cock pushed hard against the 
"O' of my  lips.
    Gasping as the fat  knob is pressed against my lips and spreads them 
apart and I taste the  nastiness.   Gagging and my stomach heaving again as my 
head is pulled  tighter onto the cock as hips thrust forward.  The blunt 
head bulging a  cheek and then caressing the back of my throat.
    Tearing flowing  from my eyes down my cheeks as I mumble my protest.  
Spittle flying from my  lips with each thrust of his organ.  More drool 
running down my  chin.
    A pounding of blood  in my ears, as I kneel trembling in fear as my 
mouth is raped by this  barbarian.  I can hear groaning and moaning and the 
cheering of the people  around me; but not able to decide where or who.  My 
world, my mouth filled  with a cock and the rough pubic hair grinding into the 
softness of my  cheeks.
    Coughing and  sputtering as the man pulls free of my mouth and lifting 
me by my hair, spins me  around dropping me onto my knees and kicking my 
legs apart in one quick  movement.  The man's pants against my bare ass cheeks, 
as he holds hair  still with one huge hand and I feel his other reaching to 
the open jar around my  neck and dipping two fingers into it.
    Then feeling him  bending me over to kneel on all fours once again and 
then his fingers rubbing  the animal grease on the puffy lips of my 
womanhood.  My eyes closing as  the fingers dig into my tunnel and rub the thick 
grease on my walls.   Groaning and writhing to escape the strong fingers as 
they push  deeper.
    Then feeling them  removed and now the  swollen cock between my legs 
from behind and the blunt  head rubbing against my labia and then one hand 
still hold my head back, the  other hand wrapping around my waist in a bear hug 
and pulling me back onto the  fat cock.
    A scream of pain  wrenched from my throat as I feel the fat head 
pushing my walls apart, tearing  my virginity and then burying deeper in my tunnel.
    Impaled now on the  barbarian cock.  The man holding it deep, his pubic 
hair now scratching my  soft ass cheeks and then his hips rocking back to 
jerk forward again.  My  insides burning with the pain of the sundered 
tissue.  The grease easing  the way into my dry walls as he pumps hard into my 
body.  
    His grunts of  pleasure mirroring my grunts of pain and discomfort.  My 
body feeling  distended and stretched.  The slap of his flesh on mine, 
driving me lower  to the ground as my small pear shaped breasts are dragging my 
nipples on the  rough wood of the flooring.
    A long loud keening  of sound coming from one of the young women, maybe 
even from me as I try not to  think of what is happening to me and 
wondering how long it takes a man to fuck a  woman.  I am a woman now, not a girl or 
maiden in waiting.  I am a  used woman, fucked out of marriage.  These are 
my thoughts, as I pant and  moan rocking on the man as he takes his pleasure.
    His grunts matching  his thrusts as he beast my body into the ground.  
The feeling of his cock  swelling inside of me and then his hard thrust.  I 
have never felt the  ejaculation of a cock before; but I know he is now 
spending his seed deep in my  womanhood.  The man pulling out and wiping his 
cock on my ass cheeks as I  slump to the floor as he releases his hold on my 
hair.
    Laying face  forward, feeling the soreness of my labia and the feel of 
moisture oozing from  my bruised lips.  Not wanting to open my eyes or look 
up or even see what  is happening around me.  I can hear grunting and groans 
and movement as I  hide from all around me.
    As I lay there, I  feel a hand tying a rope around my neck and pulling 
me up like to kneel in a  puddle of moisture, flowing from my pussy.  The 
smell of sex and the sounds  of it strong around me as I open my eyes and 
seeing copulation still going on as  there are also other kneeling like me, neck 
leased and held by a nomadic  woman.
    When I try to cover  my breasts and mound, the woman uses the end of 
the rope to whip at my hands  till I drop them to my sides.  Not able to look 
at those outside of the  circle.  Not wanting to see my Lady and others of 
her court or those from  the caravan.
    My body heaving as  I sob silently.  And finally all of the women are 
kneeling now.  Five  from the caravan and five nomads.  All been used by a 
man that is not their  husband.  Used in front of friends and others.
    The translator  coming forward and explaining that we will be taken to 
a hut where we will  entertain our hosts, tonight and tomorrow and there 
will be a feast tomorrow  evening.  There is a nomadic woman who understands 
our language and she  will explain what is expected of us till we rejoin our  
caravan.
    Standing and let  away like cattle and little did I know that the walk 
to the hut would be the  easiest part of the rest of this night.  I can feel 
the seed from the man  on my swollen lips and thighs, oozing from my body 
and hanging in strings  touching my thighs as I walk.
    Sobbing muted as  the crowd parts and we head to a hut that has a line 
formed outside.  That  line will be our night.  Told to make water, pee.  
Then given a bowl  of water as we are led to a stake in the floor of the hut 
and tied to the  post.  The woman telling us that whatever is wanted we will 
provide to  relieve the men.  
    The nightmare a  steady stream of men, who mostly fuck us from behind 
or use our mouths for a  hole, and in general maul every part of our bodies 
in the  process.
    My breasts and ass  and pussy lips and mouth sore and bruised and 
swollen in particular.   My body aching and tired as I turn this way and that.  
Every part of me  penetrated, to include my ass by these smelly and horny  
men.
    The nomadic woman  giving us a couple of hours to sleep in the morning 
and a brief breakfast and a  chance to wash and relieve ourselves.  Then led 
by our neck lease around  the camp, stopping to pleasure anyone that 
desired the light skinned  women.
        Numb in body and mind as after another brief meal and a chance to 
relieve  ourselves, we again are paraded around the camp for all to use.  No 
soft  loving in this camp as the men take you bent over or on your knees or 
on all  fours.  No soft cushion under your back as you face the man that is 
using  your body.  Lucky if they just fuck you, as most like to slap or 
squeeze  your flesh.
    Worse luck as grey  clouds fill the skies and a light rain, then a 
harder downpour.  The floor  of the crater now wet to my bare feet as  the 
normal business of the nomad,  turning the dirt floor to mud.
    A count of the  number of the number that have used my body lost 
sometime in the early  afternoon.  Just walking, stopping when touched or pulled 
up by the rope  leash and taking care of whatever needs are desired.  The 
males from young  men or older boys to old men.  No virgin males as they will 
lose their  virginity to one of the nomadic women, not some foreign  slut.
    The smell of the  lubricating grease now a part of my body, inside and 
out as the salve is all  that keep my bruised parts from blistering and 
bleeding.  I wish that I was  totally numb, but the soreness of my outside and 
the feeling of being stretched  on my inside making me all to aware of what 
and where and how a man may use his  cock for pleasure.
    I have learned  already ways to pleasure a man that a lady would 
probably never be aware of in a  lifetime.  The men showing what they want and the 
woman translating it with  words and actions.
    One of the five of  us have dropped out of our camp wandering.  Not 
able to walk any more, she  is left, her body bent at her stomach and left to 
be used by any that  pass.  The men from the caravan using the nomadic women; 
but in the privacy  of one of the huts by the main house.
    Not just us; but  all the slaves of the camp are for use by anyone that 
wants their  attention.  If not for them and nomadic women that won't let 
their men near  the foreigners, we would not move from a spot with a long 
line of men waiting  their turns.
    Again as evening  approaches we are allowed some nourishment and a 
brief period of resting and a  slave to bring a bucket of water, a  soap and a 
brush and scrubbing  our bodies of the accumulated filth from the camp and 
fluids from the men.   The slave rough on the bruised flesh and the women 
crying out in pain as they  become clean from the bristles of the brush rubbing 
away the dirt and a layer of  flesh at the same time.  
    A leather strap  placed around our necks with symbols burnt into the 
leather.  A connecting  leather leash tied to each of our collars.  Instructed 
that we will serve  at the evening feast.  Only four of us as the other 
young woman not able to  stand and left outside a hut draped over a pole and 
arms and legs pegged to the  ground.
    Our service will  not be serving food; but serving our bodies as the 
guests eat.  we are to  be under the tables and move to service any man in 
need with our mouths.  A  fresh grease jar attached to our collars and led to 
the feast and forced placed  under the tables.
    The feast starting  and everyone sitting down, the cloths covering the 
table hiding us for the  moment as we are instructed to watch for a men 
needing attention.  And if  for some reason one of the ladies at the table needs 
attention to use our mouths  and fingers to give them what they need.
    Crawling around on  the floor and taking one nasty smelling and tasting 
cock after another into our  mouths or hands and bringing it to a spurting 
release.  Sucking on the men  from our caravan and jerking others off into 
our mouths and hands.  
    Worse was one of  the men grabbed my head and placed his cock in my 
mouth and then pissed.   My surprise becoming a gulping gagging as I try to 
swallow the warm acrid  liquid.  The piss staining his trousers and coating my 
body with his  urine.  Coughing with not water to wash my mouth out.
    The feast done and  a woman leading us from under the tables on all 
fours, crawling to pieces of  wood driven into the ground.  Our leashes tied to 
hold us head high as we  kneel on all fours, legs wide.
    Flushing in  embarrassment as I know that my Lady and others from the 
caravan can see and  know what is happening to us.  The fifth woman led to 
the center spot as  the five of us are used pussy, ass and mouth as the 
entertainment for the night  goes on behind us.
    Each of us handed a  wooden phallus and instructed to fuck ourselves 
with it as a nomadic woman rubs  our clits and bring us to an orgasm.  It is 
not my first of the day as the  continuous sexual use has stimulated me with 
the pain and pleasure.  Our  moans of pleasure and release loud as the women 
work us into another  release.   The wooden phallics now wedged in our 
gripping walls, as my  own lubrication fills my nostrils with my filth.
    Hearing the  headsman behind us explaining to the those at the feast   
His meaning  escaping us till our keeper explains.  Him and his clan are 
great  warriors.  His women are also warriors when needed.  The man gesturing  
and one of his great massive dogs is brought as a present to my Lady.  They  
are great warriors also and he presents a bitch to her.  Laughing loudly,"  
you can't trust the males around a woman."  The crowd breaking into raucous 
 laughter at this comment.
    "Let me prove that  to you?"  Another gesture and an even larger war 
dog is brought  forward.  Our keeper taking the wooden cocks from our 
stretched cunts and  bringing them over to the Headsman.  Sniffing at the greasy 
wood and then  letting his pet sniff each one in turn.
    "Now, my pet will  find himself a bitch."  A loud protest from the 
caravan people and my Lady;  but the crowd yelling in excitement.  
    The huge dog  growling deep in its throat as a woman carefully kneels 
by the dog and reaches  under to manipulate his cock.  The organ thrusting 
noticeably from his  sheath now, the thick cylinder of red tipped meat.
    Then as the dog  yelps some more, he is released to pick himself a 
bitch to give him  relief.  The fear not having reached us, till we can hear the 
nails of the  paws and the firm tread of the dog as he moves close to pick 
his bitch.   The scent from the wooden cocks already having a choice in his  
mind.
    Shivering as I have  seen the huge camp dogs and the nomadic woman had 
slapped at them during our  tour of the camp, beating their wet noses and 
tongue away from our  crotches.  Trembling with fear as this time one of us 
will not escape or  maybe they will before he mates.
    The large snout  tickling my thighs as I waver and try to close my 
legs.  The burning strike  of the rope on my ass cheeks forcing them apart again 
as she has trained us  during the day.  The snout again brushing between my 
thighs and the wet  nose touching my swollen cunt lips.  A loud moan of 
fear as I feel a tongue  touch my cunt lips, swiping at the raw flesh and then 
feeling part my lips and  touch the grease of my cunt lips.  My musk strong 
as my thighs tense,  trying again to close my legs to the monster and 
receiving a series of strokes  on my ass and back.
    Feeling leather  straps tied to my wrists and ankles and stakes driven 
into the ground around me  to hold my legs apart and arms in place.  
Screaming in terror as I feel the  warm slobber of the huge canine as he drools on 
my ass cheeks and his tongue  worms its way into my cunt and the long 
flexible organ tastes my juices and the  seed of the men that have fucked me.  
Arms pulled forward, closer to the  pegs in the ground, drawing my head and 
upper body forward and towards the  ground.  A bar secured to keep my lower 
body high.
    My breasts bouncing  on my chest hard thick nipples rubbing on the 
ground as I am secured in  place.  The weight of the huge canine pushing on my 
back and bending it and  then the nails, sliding down to rip furrows of my 
skin as it now grips at my  sides as it walks it furry back legs closer.
    The huge erection  feeling slimey as it touches the backs of my thighs 
and then feeling it slide  against my swollen lips.  Wimpering as I feel it 
pull back and then the dog  thrust forward again.  The bone thrusting into 
my bruised thigh.  
    The camp quiet  accept for some sobbing alongside of me on either side. 
 The growls of the  beast loud and deep and the rumbling increasing as he 
thrusts again and this  time the red tipped cock finds my cunt lips and parts 
them quickly.  
    The long thick cock  penetrating, spreading and taking my cunt all in 
one stroke.  My scream of  pain and surprise loud and long as his cock is no 
sooner buried in my tunnel  then his is thrusting as he walks forward on 
hind legs.  The cock filling  all of my cunt and the tip pressing on the 
entrance to my womb.  
    My body shaking as  the huge animal takes me totally and fills my cunt 
again and again.  His  front paws pulling me tight to his furry belly and 
his cock deeper as he spears  my cunt.  
    I can feel the  swollen knot at the base of his cock rubbing my bruised 
labia and pressing them  apart as he pounds away and slowly forces the 
thick ball of flesh into the  entrance of my cunt.  My scream long and loud as hi
s strokes pound my body  forward and into the ground.  
    Fetid breath  washing against my nostrils and thick globs of slobber 
falling into my hair and  on my back.  Grunting as his thrusts become more 
fervent and emitting a  long wail of sound as I feel the cock swell inside me 
and a large amount of thin  seed is erupting into my womb, filling it as he 
uses his bitch relieve  himself.
    Worse then the  fucking is the feeling of the nomadic woman's fingers 
rubbing my clit and my  loud scream of protest; becomes a loud wail of 
pleasure as the woman takes an  orgam from my body.  My cunt contracting again and 
again on the dogs  monster prick.
    The dog howling as  I clench and squeeze his prick with my muscles.  
The dog announcing his  victory as he would in downing an enemy and then 
pulling my body back as he  reverse his position on me and tugs at his knot 
embedded in my cunt.  My  screams again loud as with a loud pop and growl he 
pulls the fat knot from my  body and his seed runs from my cunt like a small 
stream.  I can feel the  air on my cunt and in my inside of me as my womanhood 
is  gaped.
    Sweat coating my  body.  The smells of my musk and the dogs oozing from 
my body as I kneel  quivering the woman taking another orgasm from me as I 
rock  and moan and  my body contracts again helpless to stop.
    The laugher of the  headman around me, just a buzz of noise as my mind 
has escaped my body for a few  moments.  Luckily I am still dazed as the 
second dog takes my cunt and I  move like a doll pinned to the ground as he 
knots my skanky hole and brutalizes  the sore and raw flesh.  
    The fingers of the  woman on the sensitive button too much for me as I 
come again and dance like a  broken toy as she rubs harder on my cunt.  The 
dog giving a  howl of  pleasure and release as my cunt massages his cock and 
he fills my cunt once more  with canine seed.
    My cunt a slack  hole dripping dog cum as I lay to weak to move after 
the second dog finishes  with my body.  The third one I don't think I was 
even conscious of taking  me; but one of the women told me later that I came on 
his cock also with help  from the nomad woman.    
    Ice cold water  causing my body to shiver back to consciousness, as I 
lay sprawled on the ground  now.  Entertainment going on behind me as I am 
lifted onto a man's back and  carried to one of the huts.  My lower body 
aching with the stretching of  the tender flesh by the long thick canine cocks.
    Feeling myself laid  down on the floor of the hut on my stomach and the 
man kneeling behind me.   Straddling my thighs, as he swipes grease into my 
ass crack.  Just a weak  grunt of protest as he spreads my ass cheeks apart 
and then I feel the pressure  of his bulbous head pressing against my ring. 
  My eyes going wide as  he pushes the blunt head to my ring and then with 
his weight, spreads the  opening slowly and painfully and then a grunt 
scream as the ring is stretched  enough to allow entry.  
    The fat prick  stretching my opening and now his prick sliding into my 
bowels.  His pubic  hair rough on my ass cheeks as he lowers onto my back 
till he flattens my soft  ass cheeks.  Grunting and drooling as he pulls back 
and slams quickly into  my body again and again.  The discomfort of my 
expanded bowels and the pain  as the slight lubrication dries and the friction of 
flesh on flesh rubbing my  tissue raw.  
    Thick fingers  reaching around and squeezing my swollen and bruised 
cunt lips.  Rubbing  one on the other and twisting and pinching the distended 
labia.  The man  pushing me down till my breasts are brushing along the 
ground with each  stroke.  The hard tips aching with sensation as they are 
caressed by the  rough earth.  My body twisting to escape the impaling cock.   
Alternating between groaning, grunting and moaning and a beaten whimper of  
surrender as the man finally pulls my body hard to his and empties his seed 
into  my bowels.
    Pulling out of my  beaten body and wiping his stringy scum on my ass 
cheeks as I collapse onto my  stomach and shake uncontrollably.  
    Begging for mercy  as another man lifts my by my waist and slips into 
my gaped asshole.  My  words pouring from my mouth, not realizing that those 
using me can't understand  what I am saying, begging.
    The woman laughing,  amused as I sputter and try to crawl away to 
escape my persecutors.   Finally passing out only to be revived with a bowl of 
water splashing into my  face and body as I look up, eyes fluttering open and 
realization of my situation  becoming clear in my mind once again.
    My body aching and  sore and swollen with the abuse of cocks inside of 
my three holes and the slaps  and whipping and abuse of the outside of my 
body.  Trying to escape my  thoughts as I wait on the next indignity.   Worse, 
my realization that  my Lady has left me to these barbarians.  She will not 
try to help me or  the others women as we are made as public display of 
what might happen to other  women captives.
    My tormentor  tugging on my leash and making me crawl behind her as she 
leads me through the  camp the rain beating down on my back as I splash on 
the muddy ground.  Not  even resisting or protesting as I am made to stand 
and splashed again with  bowls of water to wash the mud from my white flesh.  
 
    Then lead into a  tent and told to lay on rough wooden table.  Feeling 
my hands and feet tied  to the four corners and then looking up as a woman 
stands over me and her  fingers caress my nipples.  Bringing them to an 
aroused state and nodding  to the woman in charge of me.  More binding tying me 
to the table holding  down my chest and waist and knees.
    Eyes wide as I feel  something cool being rubbed onto the thick tips 
and feeling them going  numb.  Closing my eyes and enjoying the pleasure of 
her touch.  My  chest rising and falling.  My body tensing.  In spite of the 
abuse and  humiliation of the past few days, my hips lifting off the table as 
I feel my  insides clench, ready to orgasm.
    My scream of pain,  eyes wide as I feel the pinch and see a needle 
inserted into my left  breast.  Biting back another scream, drools running down 
the sides of my  lips as I move my head side to side.  The numbness of my 
nipples temporary  and I feel the pain as something more is inserted into the 
swollen tip.  
    Trying to escape  into my mind as refuse to look at what is being done 
to my body.  My other  nipple treated to the first one.  Then I can feel the 
pain at my navel and  then cringing as I feel the numbness and the pinch on 
my fat labia.   Somewhere I have retreated into unconsciousness and the 
bliss of no pain or  thoughts.
    Waking I can feel  oddness of my nipples and of my lower folds as I sip 
water held for me.   Sitting up on the table and noticing that now I have 
thin gold rings around my  wrists and ankles.  Little circles of gold hang 
from my nipples and looking  lowering seeing that a ring is inserted in my 
belly button and three small gold  rings one each in my clitoris hood and my 
labia.  Gently touching my ears  as I can feel that they also are adorned with 
rings of  gold.
    A woman sitting to  the side looking at me as I touch the gold rings.  
My hair has been shaved  back high from the side of my ears and falls in a 
long tail, tied with a  leather thong.  
    I don't know how  long I was unaware of my surroundings; but in that 
time my appearance has  changed drastically.  Not wanting to see myself in a 
looking glass or water  as I know that my appearance is now of a wild woman 
of the  plains.
    I have seen the  women and their body rings and tattoos and hair style 
and now in many ways I  look like these women.  My fair skin the most 
telling difference as it has  not been weathered by the sun and winds of the open 
lands.
    A simple cloak  shawl is placed around my shoulders, as I sit and the 
woman rubs a paste onto  the areas of piercing and it soothes the dull 
throbbing.
    The beat of rain on  the sides of the hut loud as my thoughts move from 
the changes to my body and I  think on what will happen when we women are 
exchanged again.  
    Tears run down my  cheeks as the realization that my life will never be 
the same.  My lady  cannot take me back as one of her close group.  My 
quiet sobbing now a  louder sound as the stark reality of the situation dawns in 
my slowly awakening  thoughts.
    These nomads have  totally humiliated and abused my body and spirit and 
taken my chastity and  virginity from me forever.  They have mutilated my 
body with their piercing  and heaped indignities on me and the other women, 
that will always be in the  minds of those that have observed us.
    The sound on the  walls of the hut actually not rain as I am led by a 
leather thong threaded  through the nipple rings into the open area of the 
camp.  My body not  protected from the sleet falling from the dull grey sky.  
The ice stinging  as it pelts onto the bare flesh of my body.  Keeping up as 
the pull on my  nipples makes me afraid that the rings will be ripped 
through them totally if I  slip or fall.
    Head bowed; but  hearing the words of another language and knowing that 
they are commenting on my  appearance.  
    Led to a huge wagon  and standing in the icy moisture.  Shivering from 
the damp and cold.   The sleet stinging my flesh in a thousand spots; but 
also soothing or maybe  numbing.
    Looking up as the  tail of hair on my head is yanked backwards.  Seeing 
the leader of these  Clans looking down at me from the top step of his 
wagon.  His eyes moving  down my body and nodding approval.
    A huge man as many  of these barbarians are, towering over me as he 
steps down and his huge paws of  hands touch my pear shaped breasts.  His smile 
wide on his lips, as he tugs  at the rings in my nipples and then touches 
the other small rings in my navel  and labia.  Big paws pulling the rings 
apart to expose the pink flesh of my  tunnel.
    My eyes closing as  he inserts a thick finger into my wetness and I 
feel it invading deep into my  body.  My walls wrapping around it as I whimper 
with his quick  strokes.  My legs weak and threatening to buckle as he 
fingers my hole till  I am panting.  
    A loud gruff laugh  again as he pulls out his finger, sniffs it and 
then wipes it on my upper  lip.  The scent of my pussy and arousal drawn in by 
my nostrils.  As  much as this man disgusts me, he has found my insides wet 
to his  touch.
    Whimpering as my  body shivers from the cold sleet and the juicy warmth 
of my walls remembering  his finger.  His hand reaching behind me and 
taking the tail of hair in his  grip.  Pulling my head up to look at him as he 
forces me to my  knees.
    "When a man puts  you on his knees in front of him, you are to suck his 
cock."  The voice of  my handler instructing me.  "Reach and take his cock 
and give him  pleasure."
    My hand fumbling  into his pantaloons and freeing the huge uncut organ. 
 Feeling it pulsing  in my grip as wrap both hands around its girth and 
pull on it.  Feeling it  stiffen more.  The sight of his aroused organ, 
something that would have  shocked and amazed me a few days ago.  
    Now I have a basis  on which please a man.  The scent of his unwashed 
body strong, as strong as  the musk emanating from his warm cock.  Leaning my 
head down and licking  the tip of the partially skinned back head.  Tasting 
his musk and urine and  sweat and another woman.  
    My fingers pulling  back the skin to fully expose the bulbous knob.  
Tongue licking over and  around the warm flesh.  His hand urging me lower, 
head between his legs as  I lick as the hairy testicles in the big tight sack.  
Raking my teeth over  the delicate orbs as he slaps my face with his 
aroused  prick.
    Then raising my  head again as I pull his organ down to my mouth and 
spread my lips as I lean  into his body.  The mushroom head parting my lips in 
a wide "O".   Choking as his hand buries his cock against the back of my 
throat as he impales  my mouth.  Choking and sputtering, spittle flying from 
my lips and drool  sliding down my chin to fall in warm drops on the top of 
my  thighs.
    There is no  tenderness now as he works my head in hard strokes against 
his groin.   Tears wetting my cheeks to mix with the other fluids on my 
chin as I reach to  his tree trunk thighs and try to pull back.  His humping 
blocking my throat  and feeling weak as I gasp for brief fractions of a second 
for  air.
    His thick seed  being fed down my throat as he rocks on his heels and 
empties his huge load of  cum into my mouth.  As soon as he is finished he 
pulls out of my warm wet  hole and wipes his cummy cock on my face.  Another 
spurt of cream coating  me as I fall in a heap to the grown as I sputter and 
choke and cough.  My  throat  raw and lungs burning as I suck in precious  
oxygen.
    His laughter loud  and those around adding to the sound of amusement as 
he now talks to the woman  in whom I am in her charge.  The woman swiping a 
rag of cloth between my  legs my grease soaking into the material and 
fragrant as he presses it against  my face for a moment, then deposits it in a 
small pouch.
    Finally the woman  tugging on my nipple leash and pulling me up to my 
feet.  A cloak thrown  around my shoulders and soft leather boots for my 
feet.  Wrapping the cloak  around me as best I can as I follow the woman.
    Men seeking to stop  us; but this time the woman not allowing them to 
use me for their relief.   Finally leading me to a dog pen and letting a huge 
white monster of a dog, take  me on my knees as his bitch.  Propping up my 
arms to brace for the weigh of  the huge canine as his nasty cock finds the 
opening of my cunt and pounds away,  knotting me and then spewing his thin 
seed deep in my body.  The dog not  interested in my after busting his nut.  
    Brought into the  hut where they had pierced my body.  Instructed to 
lay face down bent over  the table.  My body strapped down, the nipple rings 
pushing into my breasts  painfully.   Then a scream of protest as I feel the 
hot iron pressed  into the soft flesh of my ass cheek.  Then finally 
finished as salve is  wiped over the abused flesh.
      Released  from my bonds and allowed to see the brand embedded in the 
soft  flesh in the shape of a dog.  Not just a dog; but one with a huge  
erection underneath his body.
    The woman seeing me  look and the realization of what has happened on 
my face.  "You are marked  as a woman that will give pleasure to war dogs."  
Her laughter burning my  ears with shame.
    Sobbing as  I think on the changes to my body in the past couple of 
days.  Not  only the piercing's; but also the ink deep in my skin.  The rings 
might  come out; but the tattoo will mark me for life.
    "We mark the skills  of a woman.  Yours are that men and now dogs like 
to stick their cocks in  you."  The woman reaching down and with her fingers 
squeezing my swollen  labia, rubbing them together with a wet sound.   
Squirming as her  fingers mash my cunt lips and thumb rubs against my  clitoris.
    "You are  a slut and see how you enjoy the attention.  You are wet just 
from my  touch or maybe it was the dog's cock still has you wet, or maybe 
the cock you  had in your mouth.  You need to be fucked and to satisfy  
males."
    "We have given you  a mixture in your food that will allow you to 
service men without making a  baby.  That will keep our men happy and our women  
safe."
    "I will check you  now, your insides.  Get on the table and bend your 
legs apart wide."   The woman coating her hand in grease from the small pot 
around my neck and then  working it a finger as a time into the entrance of 
my womanhood.  My hands  grasping the sides of the table as she pushes with 
more grease and his hand is  now swallowed inside of me..
    My body feeling the  extreme girth and uncomfortableness of his hand 
and wrist being worked deep  into my tunnel.  The walls expanding to 
accommodate; but my insides feeling  so full, and then jerking as her fingers find 
the entrance to my womb and push  into the opening.
    Moaning a long low  sound as sweat covers my body as my legs spasm as I 
hold  them wide.  
    Finally the woman  nodding her head as she slowly pulls her wrist and 
hand out of my gaping  hole.  Nothing at all erotic as I gasp for breath and 
a shiver runs  through me from my neck down.
    My fingers covering  the flesh between my legs, cupping it and feeling 
the walls still  open.  Not sure what more indignities can be done to my  
body.
    Only now wondering  why I didn't question or protest as this woman 
probed my body deep.   Finding myself conditioned now to accept what is done to  
me.
    "Girl, you are  going to be given a special honor today.  And if you do 
exactly what I say,  you will be safe and unhurt.  Do you hear me girl?"
    Nodding and wanting  to ask what this "special honor" might be.  
Knowing that I should not  question and just do as instructed.  Not sure how 
anything could get  worse.  Not sure if my Lady would take me back as I am 
spoiled goods and an  embarrassment to her and my country.
    Numbly sitting in a  corner of the hut and drinking and eating the food 
given to me, awaiting my  special honor.  Trying to keep my mind a blank 
and not think back on how I  was given up to appease the customs of these 
barbarians.  Wondering how the  other four women have made out, as I have not 
seen them for almost a  day.  
    Feeling sleepy as I  sit in the warmth of the dry hut.  Eyes heavy and 
realizing that they have  given me some drug and not just the nasty tasting 
elixir that they have given me  to keep me from becoming pregnant.
    The afternoon  turning to early evening as the sun moves behind the 
clouds to the horizon to  set across the flat plains.  Being led once again by 
a leather thong that  has been threaded into the rings through my nipples.  
A horse blanket  draped over my shoulders as the rain has turned to a light 
mist.  My mind  not able to register thoughts other then the crowds of 
nomads lining my path as  we move up a small mound of ground and stop at the top. 
 
    Not caring at my  nakedness as it is the least of my humiliations of 
the past days.  Looking  around and seeing the Headman's of the clans and 
woman now grouped around  me.  Seeing a low table and then numbly observing as 
thongs are tied to my  wrist and ankle rings.  The blanket taken from my 
shoulders and spread on  the table as I now stand totally naked the center of 
this gathering of the  clans.  
    Wondering if I am  to be sacrificed to some pagan god, the thought not 
alarming me as the drug has  had its desired effect of calming and relaxing 
my spirit.  The horse people  of the plains, not a blood thirsty bunch of 
heathens for worship of their  god.
    Finding myself laid  down on the wooden table and looking up, my eyes 
and mouth asking my handler  what is going to happen.  Feeling a saddle of 
hammock of some sort against  my back as I lay still waiting for guidance.
    Turning my head to  the side and seeing not only the head clansman; but 
also members of my party  sitting on rough benches to view the ceremony.  
My lady does not recognize  me as my body is pierced and my hair partially 
shaven.  I look not much  different then others of the women that are not of 
the nomads that are slaves in  the camp.
    Some high priest or  something lighting a fire under a brazier and 
dropping incense onto the hot  coals.  The scent intoxicating as it wafts over 
my nostrils.  Feeling  them twitch as I inhale the smoke into my body and 
again feel a lassitude of my  limbs and mind.
    A chant low  beginning from the encircling nomads as I feel the women 
around me rub grease  over my bruised and swollen labia.  Looking at the 
woman who is my keeper  as fingers slip into my pussy and rub scented oils into 
my folds and  pearl.
    My nipples  engorging and thrusting proudly from my small breasts.  The 
smoke and a  slight breeze and the mist seeming to stroke them with touches 
of  pleasure.  Trying not to moan aloud as now the woman are stroking my  
breasts and womanhood with their fingers.
    My hips moving  under the ministrations of these arousing movements.  A 
moan escapes and  then more as my hips move unbidden as my aroused body 
inside and out is poised  for a release.  Teasing fingers over my body drawing 
my hips to thrust up  to feel the touch.
    My face burning  with a humiliation that I didn't know I still was 
capable of as my pubes dance  to the touch of the fingers on my swollen lips and 
clit.   My moans  loud and long as they bring me close to a release and 
then stop and my body  trembles with need.  The priest reciting some words and 
making signs that I  can not concentrate on as the attention of these women 
have me distracted from  everything but the next touch of a finger.
    My musk is  overpowering as my grease leaks from my tunnel and mingles 
with the smoky  incense.  My cunt lips are tingling with excitement as are 
my  nipples.
    The stroking  seeming to go on forever as I lift up for release and 
then gasp in frustration  as they let my peak drop again and again.  
    My cunt is soaking  with my juices as they slaver more oils onto my 
cunt lips and inside my  body.  The sudden silence of the camp, puts a fear in 
me as I look to the  shaman and to his hands for a dagger to use to 
sacrifice me to their god.  
    The measured sound  of feet the only sound as I raise my head and see 
that a war horse is led up to  the mound and I feel the thongs on my ankles 
and wrist pulled tight to hold me  to the table as the huge beast is guided 
till it is standing over the table I  lay upon.
    The thongs on my  wrists and ankles pulled to be tied on his back, my 
arms and legs raised  touching the sides of the huge animal.  Then feeling 
the padding under my  body being lifted and raising my body as it is strapped 
over the  horse.
    My mind slow; but  understanding at least some of what is happening, as 
I yell to my handler,  asking her what is happening.  My wrists and ankles 
retied to keep me  helplessly suspended under the belly of the horse.
    The smell of the  animal strong and earthy as continue to stroke my 
swollen cunt lips and other  women are doing something that I can not see.
    My cries of fear  growing as the woman gently start me swaying 
underneath the monster.  My  hands and legs tugging to myself of my bindings and 
escape this ultimate act of  humiliation that might well be my death.
    Torches have sprung  up around the hillock where the horse stands 
outlined in the circle of the  surrounding crowd.   Wishing that the woman had 
put a gag in my  mouth  so that I would have something to bite.
    As my body moves  towards the back of the horse in my makeshift swing, 
I feel the warm weight of  the swollen organ sliding over my outer lips and 
stabbing at my belly.  Not  having seen a fully erect horse cock; but having 
glanced in passing, I tip my  head up and see the ugly head of the cock 
staring at me from between my widely  spread legs.
    Eyes closing as I  imagine how long and thick that organ must be to 
touch my belly and slide along  it like a snake.  A woman pressing it down so 
it saws along the inside of  my spread cunt lips.  Small thongs of leather 
tied to the rings in my labia  and pulling them apart as my juicy pink 
entrance is exposed underneath the  massive steed.
    In spite of the  situation and impending doom, my flesh is fevered with 
arousal as the women have  continued to caress my body and prepare it for 
the sacrifice to their horse  god.
    Each sway of my  body in the harness rubbing my wet flesh against the 
hard prick.  My  handler moving to the back of the horse as the others step 
away and she grasps  the erect phallus with her hands and positions it at the 
entrance to my  womanhood as I try to wiggle to bar it with my spread  legs.
    Another woman  pushing harder and the harness sway to the back and I 
feel the head of the horse  pushing at my entrance and then the woman holding 
me against it and pushing more  as the blunt head presses my flesh and I 
feel the opening being stretched to  accommodate the massive tip.
    Screaming loudly in  protest, my voice hoarse as I scream again and 
again as the shaft is nudged  slowly into my yielding tunnel.  My flesh feeling 
like it is ready to tear  open as more of the shaft is forced into my 
womanly hole.
    The woman relaxing  her grip on my back and pushing and pulling my body 
in the harness as the horse  cock is fucked into me.  Thrashing as best I 
can still protesting the rape  of my cunt by this equine.
    My screams turning  to guttural grunts and moans as carefully they move 
it deeper into my body,  adding grease to the shaft and feeding it slowly 
and deeper into my  cunt.
    My insides feeling  stuffed full and more as the steely shaft 
penetrates deeper.  My groans and  moans a low steady whimper of sound as the horse 
is now bucking its back end and  fucking the cock deep inside of me.
    My stomach bulging  obscenely as the head moves inside of me.  At woman 
feeding grease to the  horse cock and to be stretched clitoris, massaging 
it into the  flesh.
    My body in spite of  the misting rain and dampness around me, in a hot 
sweat as my legs and arms  twitch with strain.  My insides cramping 
painfully around the steely rod  impaled in my body.
    Drool and spittle  coating my face as my head thrashes side to side in 
pain and helpless  humiliation as the magnificent animal fulfills the rites 
of the  Nomads.
    Fighting to clear  my mind of all thoughts and feelings as the horse 
continues to fuck my  body.  The strain physically and emotionally takings it 
toll as I lay body  cramping in jerks the twitches as the horse is 
manipulated by hand and inside of  me.
    My whimpers low and  a gurgle as moisture bubbles out of my mouth as I 
gasp for breath under the  continued assault.  A seemingly endless amount of 
time and what actually is  just very long minutes.  Inane giggles and 
muttering as I have escaped the  immediate situation into the confines of my mind.
    Then my insides  swelling as the horse begins to erupt large amounts of 
seed deep into my body,  washing my womb with his sticky seed.  My eyes 
wide as I come back to  reality and feel the pressure of the liquid expanding 
my flesh.  A long low  cry of "aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh."  The sound being 
carried to the  surrounding masses.
    The horse being  controlled now by two strong men, holding it as it 
erupts again into my body and  two women slide my back to pull the still hard 
shaft out of my body.   Resting it on my swollen lips and the seed spurting 
to wet my belly and chest  and face with the slick cum of the potent 
stallion.  The quantity of cum  covering my body in thick clots of goo that is fed 
into my mouth by the hands of  the women around me.
    Choking and gasping  as one pinches my nose closed and more of the 
musky seed if fed and  swallowed.  The slickness rubbed into my body as the 
spurts cease and the  harness pushed forward and the end of the horse cock is 
place again my mouth and  I lick, unthinking at the tip and taste a little 
ooze and my cunt as I clean the  end.  The woman telling me to kiss the tip and 
give thanks to the horse  god.
    Not even thinking  to resist as I do as I am told. Laying limply as the 
women minister to  me.
    Feeling hands  holding me as my wrists and ankles are undone and the 
harness is released to lay  me on the low table as the horse is led away.  My 
eyes seeing the horse  cock, not as erect as before; but still long and 
dangling from its  belly.
    The horse blanket  under me as I am turned on my side and lay my mind 
blank looking into the crowd,  till I feel the burn of the brand, etching an 
image of a horse into my ass  cheek.  My scream loud as I try to jerk away.  
Held firmly and then  feeling the soothing balm applied to make the pain a 
dull  ache.
    My eyes meeting my  Lady's for a moment.  A look of horror on her face 
and her women around  her.  No sign of recognition in her eyes, as she looks 
away and the Headman  declares that the  rite is finished and that they 
should go and celebrate  at the main tent.
    Watching as the  crowd shifts and moves from away to break into groups 
and find circles of  celebration.  My blanket lifted and the women carrying 
me back to the hut  where I was branded before and pierced for my rings.
    A strong dose of  some drug, now taking away the pain of body and mind 
as I sink into a deep  torpor of sleep.  Not sure how long I lay 
unconscious; but waking to a man  fucking into my body.
    Eyes trying to  focus as he takes deep strokes into me and then quickly 
a nomad woman as she  kneels and he empties his seed into her.  This 
process going on for awhile  as they are not fucking me; but coating their cocks 
with the seed of the horse  and it is thought to make a strong and healthy 
baby. 
    Not sure how many  used me before I awoke; but it was quite a number as 
I lay just watching and  barely feeling as they enter my body and pull 
free.  Still under the  influence of the drug and watching as if from out of 
body.
    Pain and cramps  making my body shudder as a delayed reaction to the 
unnatural use of my  insides.  A dull ache and uncomfortable feeling as I 
slowly move my legs  and shift on my blanket.
    Not even wanting to  think what my body looks like down below as I 
conjure up pictures of horse cock  as it slide over my belly.  It was as big as 
an arm and as thick and I  realize why the woman pushed her hand and arm 
inside of me before the  rite.  
    More water and some  food to give me strength as no more men are 
fucking into my lifeless body.   The scent of the horse and my musk mixing with 
the oils a blend of odor wafting  to my nostrils.  It is still dark outside as 
I fall back to sleep and  surprising left to myself for the following 
morning and early afternoon.   Other then a few men wandering in with their woman 
to fuck into my hole and then  to hopefully impregnate their woman as they 
grunt and rut like animals beside  me.
    Docile and sore as  I am led outside and brought again to service the 
huge hunting dogs.  The  dogs using me as their bitch.  The slimey cocks 
slipping into my hole and  fucking me as they try to knot and seed me.  Paraded 
around the encampment  naked but for my rings.  My brands clear outlines of 
and erect horse and  dog on each cheek of my ass.  
    Occasionally  stopped to service a man's cock with my mouth or cunt and 
once with my  ass.  The days a blur of endless fucking and sucking.  I have 
no idea  at all of the human cocks that have been the holes of my body.  I 
don't  even know the amount of dogs that have fucked me as their bitch.  All 
I am  sure is that a horse has fucked my cunt and seeded me.
    I see other of the  four women being led around the camp servicing the 
nomads.  They at least  have not been dog fucked or offered up to the horse 
god and their bodies may be  foul with male seed; they do not have 
piercing's and brands and their hair cut  to resemble the tail of a horse.
    Registering the  women and seeing looks of disdain as they don't even 
recognize me as  Patrice, companion of my Lady.  They see me as a slave being 
used to  keep the men and dogs of the camp and the girl who was offered up 
to be fucked  by a horse.  I think purposely we are kept apart and that is 
fine with me  as I blush with humiliation at the woman that I now am.
    The days and nights  blending together and though I can't remember for 
sure, it must be at least a  week that I have been offered as to the 
population of the  camp. 
    Learning a few  words, but mostly commands that I have learned of obey 
immediately as the women  that watch over me are as cruel or worse then the 
men that use my body.   Wet straps of leather and sticks used to beat my 
body or a convenient object  used to fuck me hard if I don't respond as I 
should.
    And in the free  time when not eating, sleeping or relieving myself the 
women amuse themselves by  tattooing designs onto my body to highlight my 
sexual parts and holes and to use  stick figure on my body to illustrate what 
has been done to me.  My pale  skin, darkening as I am almost always 
walking in the open naked.  The  coloring of my body with my small tattoos totally 
has destroyed the unblemished  skin.
    I have been given  to a huge war dog to service a few times each day.  
If I was looking at him  from a distance I would have said he was a 
magnificent specimen; however my  point of view is mostly with him on my back and 
his large cock filling my  pussy.  There is not need for him to growl and nip 
my skin as I do not  attempt to resist in any way.
    My private parts  and breasts almost constantly aching and bruised as I 
travel the camp.  The  soft flesh of my body now much more toned as my 
keeper watches over every aspect  of my camp existence.  Her tutelage of sexual 
uses of my body complete in  all ways and though and by that I mean she has 
had me please her and taught me  how to give a woman the most pleasure.
    From a distance I  have seen much preparation being done to ready the 
caravan to move across the  plains to my Lady's future husband.  I try not to 
think what will happen  when it is time to go and I am returned to the 
caravan.
    A feast arranged  for the last night in camp for the caravan and 
hopefully an early start across  the plains.  The rains have dried and the ground 
is firm and good time  should be made.  My sexual slavery to these nomads 
has been eleven  days and time needs to be made up to reach the castle of my 
Lady's future  husband.
    I have seen the  other four girls brought to the back of a hut and 
bathing in open sight as they  wash the crud of dirt and male seed from their 
bodies.  A gown given to  each of them to cover their bodies.  Looking up to 
my handler with  questioning eyes as to when I will be cleaned up and my 
nakedness covered.   Nothing can be done for my hair; but if they put a gown on 
me it will hide the  piercing's and brands and tattoos.
    Today I have not  had a single male use me for a vessel to empty his 
seed into.  Trembling  with fear as I await the feast and the return of the 
women to their  people.  "Go sit in the hut and finger yourself cock girl.  Do 
not  allow yourself to cum; but keep yourself close."  Not sure what is  
happening; but I am sure that I will not be allowed to meekly rejoin my  
company.
    My practiced  fingers moving over my nipples and pussy  lips and 
finding the smooth  button in the folds of my pubes.  The touch arousing me and my 
mush begins  to leak from between my engorged cunt lips.  Lost in my 
pleasure till my  eyes catch my handler watching me and nodding as she notes that 
my well used  young body is ready to please others again.
    In spite of the  initial rape of my body, I now find that I take 
pleasure at times from being  used like a camp whore.  Sitting on edge as my body 
is get in a state of  high arousal.  Not allowed to peak, but to hang so 
close to an orgasm that  I can not properly think.
    Laying back, legs  held apart as a thin stick is repeatedly struck 
lightly on my swollen  pubes.  Squirming to escape as the taps are causing my 
pubes to turn a  bright red and the height of my excitement is raised again.  
My screams of  pain and pleasure cut off as a stick is stuck between my 
teeth and my torment  continues till my lower body is quivering with need.  My 
nipples hard plug  of pierced flesh, nerve ending raised to respond to the 
gentlest of caresses  from even a light brush of air.
    Whimpering in need  as my musk is filling the hut with a scent that 
disgusts me and excites me at  the same time.  The ministrations of the women 
as they hold me helpless and  continue to tease my flesh, driving my 
conscious need focused on the orgasm so  close.
    A call rom outside  and the women take the stick from my mouth and help 
me to stand.  The  tension in my legs causing me to trembling as they take 
a soft cape and place it  around my shoulders to hang to the back of my 
knees.  A thong attached to  my nipples to lead me.
    A gentle tug and a  moan as I walk behind my handler from the hut and 
in the direction of the  meeting house.  My feet toughened; but to day they 
have given me sandals to  wear on my feet.  
    Eyes not looking to  the sides at those who know not who I am; but 
rather what I am.  A path  parting to allow me to be led to stand a little 
distance from the main  table.  
    "You will do  exactly as instructed cock girl."  The words whispered 
into my ear from my  keeper.  My body still tuned to total arousal as my 
fingers slowly massage  my smooth button.  Wanting to rub harder and give myself 
a release; but  stick in my keepers hand slapping at the  back of my hand if 
I seem to be pressing too hard.
    My grasp of the  language minimal as the head man stands in front of 
the food laden table.   The sweep of his hand showing the four other women 
exchanged with me for the  nomadic women in a gesture of friendship.  The plain 
gowns covering their  bodies; but not able to hide the broken souls as 
their bodies as shaking as they  sob with their humiliation and the knowledge 
that they will be regarded as used  goods when others look upon them.
    My guard explaining  how these women have been very kind and enjoyable 
to the nomadic folk and  that he returns them to their proper mistress.  
Watching the look of my  Lady's face as she nods acceptance of these women back 
into her company.   Their status most likely to have changed from when they 
first came to this  encampment.  Now my guard explaining that the Head 
master wants to buy the  fifth woman from my Lady.  The words registering, as I 
start to speak and a  hard tap on my clitoris making me wince in pain.  
    I have learned  lessons and I don't need a second tap.  My mind racing 
as I consider that I  might be left behind in this camp.  My status I 
already know as my young  body as been the scabbard of many hard pricks.
    My chest heaving as  the nomad woman continues to translate the 
conversation for my benefit.  A  smile of disdain on her lips as she tells me that 
I am to be presented to the  company and then bartered as to my worth.  Not 
believing that my Lady would  even consider selling me to these barbaric 
people.
    A tug of my nipple  leash and I move forward through the crowd to stand 
a distance from the  table.  The cape pulled from my shoulders and I stand 
naked in my  disfigured glory.  My hair shaved from the sides of my head, 
till just a  long tail up the middle and down my back.  Nipples hard and small 
gold  rings inserted in them and lower in my shaved labia.  The fat lips 
swollen  and a deep red from the recent attention.  Different designs of 
tattoos  covering my body and the brands outlining the redden cheeks of my  ass.
    A few seconds  facing those at the table and then their eyes drawn away 
from me as a huge war  dog is brought forth.  My handler explaining how 
this magnificent beast is  being offered in exchange for the fifth woman.  
Three woman that have been  slaves of the nomads added to the barter and a sack 
full of golden  coins.
    The woman  explaining that this animal will breed a strong line of 
hunting and war dogs for  her future husband.  A smack to my ass cheeks with the 
stick.  "Down  on all fours cock girl, let these people see what a specimen 
this dog  is."
    Not needing anymore  words then, "suck the dog and then let him breed 
you."  Falling to my hands  and knees and crawling to the huge beast.  The 
dog already growling as I  lower my head and my hands work the tip of his cock 
that is already partially  exposed.  Then my lips find the slimey tip and I 
suckle and lick at the red  shaft.  The cock swelling from the sheath and 
growinng long and thick in my  hands.
    Sliding from under  the dog as he licks and nips at my body and 
kneeling legs wide apart and my head  lower to the ground, arms bracing my upper 
body.  A loud moan as I feel the  first slaver of the long thick tongue 
against my fevered cunt lips.  The  dog taking a few more licks, and my body 
shudders as my cunt contracts hard in a  quick orgam.  Spewing my grease onto the 
invading tongue.  My groan of  release loud.
    The dog growling  and then lifting to land with front paws on my back.  
The nails scratching  long furrows of red into the flesh as it grasps my 
sides and pulls itself  closer.  The pointy wet cock finding the insides of my 
thighs and  thankfully with only a few thrusts bruising my flesh with its 
dog bone, it slips  the thick cock into my pussy.
    This dog is the one  they have been having me service the past days and 
his girth and length on a  shock to me as he thrusts fully into the molten 
heat of my cunt.   The  initial thrust rocking me forward on my flexed arms. 
 Whimpering as my  walls squeeze the dog dick hard.  Clamping on his cock 
as it becomes the  center of my universe.  Clenching hard and feeling it 
sliding quickly in  and out of me with hard long quick strokes.  
    Quickly finding  another orgasm from my master as my body contracts 
again and again on the  impaling cock.  My moans and groans loud to the cheers 
of those nearby that  can see that the dog is making me cum. 
    The negotiations at  the table continuing as the Head Clansman explains 
that this is just a  demonstration of the breeding skills of this beast.  
This woman has been  servicing him for a few days now and the dog does need 
to fuck at least twice a  day.  This bitch will be glad to handle the needs 
of the dog for the rest  of your trip till you are where he can breed your 
husband's  bitches.
    The coarseness of  these people well known to those who cross the 
plains.  That is why whores  were brought to be sold or given to them in 
exchange, not knowing that they  would want proper women from the company.
    My Lady appalled by  this crude behavior; but needing to hold back her 
disgust and look at the  spectacle playing out in front of her at this 
feast.  Appalled  and fascinated as she watches this woman from the corner of her 
eye being  fucked by the huge dog.
    Finally assenting  to the trade of the huge war dog and three slave 
women and the bag of gold in  exchange for her fifth woman.  Sighing as she 
does not know what to do with  the other four and almost wish that she could 
sell those four  also.
    As the bitch  fucking continues, the Lady asks of her missing woman and 
is told that when this  display is finished she will be brought forth.
    My world clamped  around the dog that has now forced its knot into my 
bruised and battered  cunt.  The force of his seed filling my womb with the 
thin liquid as I gasp  loudly with each ejecting thrust.  My cunt cumming one 
more time long and  hard as he empties his huge balls into my body.
    The dog growling  and reversing itself from my body with a grunt from 
me as his knot holds and  drags me a few inches before it pops out with a 
loud wet sound.  The thin  semen running from the mashed lips of my cunt to 
puddle between my  legs.
    Wobbling on my all  fours like a bitch freshly seeded, skittish as I 
try to collect myself.  My  cunt lips still throbbing with sensation and my 
insides contracting to push more  of the seed out of my body.  My heart 
pounding and my chest heaving from  the exertion.  Spittle on my lips and hanging 
in a wet string.  
    My body coated with  a sheen of sweat and dog drool all over my back 
and in my hair.  Dog cum  still dripping in string from my pussy as my handler 
tells me to stand  up.
    Facing the gathered  feasters, as I stand legs apart arms at my sides.  
Eyes lowered as I know  they don't know who I am and a flush of humilation 
and disgust filling  me.
    The Headman  explaining that this woman is the woman from the horse 
ceremony.  Extolling  the brands on my ass cheeks and the rings in my nipples 
and cunt lips and the  various tattoos.  Then the training that I have been 
going through and how  important it is to have men fuck the horse woman and 
then his woman.  Good  luck for the clans and for a woman who is impregnated 
after the man has been  inside the horse woman.
    Seeing the people  looking at me, not just my body and the 
disfigurements; but now at my face and  seeing that they feeling that they know me.
    The woman now  moving me forward, my eyes still looking down as I am 
pushed close to the table  now.  Shivering with fear as I look up into the 
faces of those gathered  there.  The Headman's hand under my chin forcing me to 
look into their  faces and they to look into mine.  His other hand reaching 
to tug at my  left nipple as they realize who I am.
    My Lady's mouth  wide open in horror, surprise, amazement, who knows 
what she is thinking.   Women with hands to cover their mouths in whatever 
feelings they don't want to  display.
    The men looking at  my breasts and the wet thrust of my pubes.  A low 
moan from me as I stand  waiting.
    The translator  explaining to my Lady that I can be given back to her; 
but that being a horse  woman that I have special meaning to the nomads now 
and that they will let me  escort the precious cargo of the war dog to the 
far lands.  That I must be  returned to the nomads.  In addition to servicing 
the dog I will take care  of the needs of the accompanying nomads who will 
guide the caravan safely across  the plains.
    My Lady accepting  the terms and without a word from her my keeper 
leads me away from the  feast.  My fat cunt lips rubbing as I follow and back to 
my hut to kneel on  all fours so more men can stroke into my cunt and then 
into their woman.   Falling asleep somewhere in the middle of the night, 
laying on my back   legs spread apart as men continue to use my body.
    The next morning  the caravan starts forward.  Me and my war dog in a 
cart.  Servicing  him and the nomads that will fuck me after the dog has 
hallowed my  insides.  The caravan people coming to watch close up as the dog 
takes his  bitch.  
    The women that the  nomads used having been traded for horses and left 
behind at the nomad's  camp.  My Lady, having me give an exhibition of the 
skills of the war dog,  as she and her future husband and the other nobles 
enjoy the war dog servicing  his bitch and laughing outrageously as I come 
again and again from the fucking  of my master.
    The ride back long  and hard as my cunt is sore and bruised; but the 
nomads horny and using all of  my holes regular each morning and night. 
    As horse girl I  have been used a few times now to increase the luck of 
the nomads or to amuse  visiting guests by again being horse fucked.  Dogs 
and men and some women  are my usual fare as I wander the camp...............
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
 
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
 
    
    
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