Training a New Abyssal 1: The Stranger

From TSade

Pages: 1, 2 Whistles and catcalls greeted Irith as she made her way across the broken field. She ignored them as she concentrated on the deep furrows that lined the fields of her family's farm. Her heavy boots, made of yeddim leather, crunched on the dried earth and broken stalks. Carrying two heavy wineskins, she felt the sweat dripping down her back. The heat from the sun bore down on her as the straps dug in. The two wide strips of leather that held the skins criss-crossed underneath her large breasts, pushing them up and accenting her already impressive figure. Her cleavage, a deep shadow between the swells of her mounds, shimmered with sweat that trickled down into her shirt. She smiled, feeling the lustful gazes of the ranch hands on her, knowing they were staring at her breasts and other assets.

Her grin faded as her father came around the group, a sour expression on his face. She looked into the wrinkled, red face and shuddered with the thought of her own body growing old with sun and age. His eyes, a murky green, almost glows as he focused on her. Then, he gestured for her to come closer with two fingers, dust dripping from his fingers as he moved. Giving him a false smile, she quickly covered the remaining distance and held out one of the skins. Her father's strong grip took it and he drank deeply. Water dripping from his lips, he tugged on the leather strap still wrapping around her and set it over her breasts, compressing them. She winced internally at the discomfort, but the reproaching glare silenced her.

As her father turned away, Teri stepped up. He was her father's second-hand man, next to her brother, Samayu. He grinned at her and she kept her false smile over her lips. Her eyes, the color of green grass kissed with fog, slid over to her father who gave her his own smile of approval. Bringing them back, she felt her cheeks aching as she smiled.

"Good afternoon, Teri."

"How are you, Irith?"

She shrugged, "I've been better. Its been very busy up at the main house, mother is working me like a storm to get everything ready for the party."

His fingers brushed against the swells of her breasts as he took the skin off her shoulder. She felt her eyes narrowing just let them as he drank deeply, his eyes never leaving hers. Swallowing noisily, he let it dangle from his hands as he held it back to her. Taking it, she slung it back over her shoulders as she turned around. Away from the lustful eyes of the man her father wanted her to marry, she pushed the leather straps back underneath her breasts. Her breasts were once again pushed up into the air, presenting them for the admiring eyes of the men who surrounded her. One of them, one of the older hands on the farm, grinned at her. She shuddered at his missing teeth. Her eyes narrowed as he came closer, holding out his hand for the water. She sighed and handed the heavy skin to him.

"Like what you see, old man?"

He nodded, drinking deeply as his eyes riveted toward her cleavage. She felt a few droplets of sweat, from the heat of the fading season, follow the swells into the darkness. When he finished, she yanked it from his hand. Her voice snapped out cruelly as she pushed past him to the next man.

"And that's all you'll get."

She knew he was glaring at him, but she was smiling, an honest smile, to the next hand. Strong, young, and handsome, he was one of many who vied for her favor, but only informally. His smile, streaked with dirt and sweat, sent a shiver down her spine. She drank in the smell of him as she held out the dripping skin, looking at him through lidded eyes.

"How is your day, Dereke?"

Favoring her with an easy smile, he took it from her hands, his knuckles brushing against her hardening nipples. His eyes sparkled as he swallowed. She felt an answering tremble inside her, in the space between her legs, as he handed it back. His fingers brushed against her breasts and she felt her breath catching. He slipped away as her father cleared his throat and she moved to the next one. It was another of her informal suitors, the men who focused their attentions on her and she bloomed under their lustful looks. She slowly worked her way through the hands, until the skins were limp against her body.

Once she finished, she hung around watching the hands finish up the harvest. The whistle of the scythes and the grunts of them working heavily. She felt a growing heat filling her. Then, her father noticed her and pointed to the house with a sour expression. Next to him, Teri watched with an unreadable expression on his face. Slowly, she turned around and headed back over the fields. A smile grew when she looked over her shoulder to see at least a dozen men watching her leave.

Back the main house, she watched a handful of older women and younger children set out long tables in the center of the farm proper. It was a clearing of sorts, the space between the five main buildings of the farm: the Ka family house, two barracks, and three barns. Half a dozen silos were scattered around the five buildings. They were used for storing the grains both for the long winter ahead and the once a year visit to the nearest town, sixty miles away. She barely saw the silos, growing up with them faded them into the background of her perceptions. Instead, she threw the empty skins on the porch of the main house and mounted the stairs.

From inside, she could smell a storm of cooking smells. Her mother was barely visible down the hall from the front door. Next to her were a pair of younger girls, both about fifteen. They were only four years younger than her, but it felt like an eternity as she pushed back the memories of when she was in their position. Instead, she pushed the front door opened and head up the stairs to her bedroom.

"Irith!?"

Irith winched and leaned over the stairs, "Yes, mama?"

"Go help the hags outside."

Irith rolled her eyes at her mother's name for the three old women who caused trouble for everyone. She barely listened to her mother as she spun on her heels.

"And tell them not to set up the eighth table, we aren't going to have guests tonight!"

"Yes, mama."

Herding the three old hags took most of her afternoon. Her throat burned from the effort to speak loudly and slowly to them as the ladies cackles and puttered, shifting stuff across the tables almost as much as they croaked out long-winded tales of the world Irith had completely no interest in. When she saw the crowd of men coming back from the fields, she let out a gasp of relief. Handing the hags over to their husbands, she retreated to her bedroom to change for the party.

It was the end of the growing season. The sweltering heat finally started to break and she could feel it growing slightly colder with the passing of the days. The earth around the farm was hot and dry and she almost missed the rain storms. Her eyes glanced up at the dark orange sky, seeing a bank of storm clouds in the distance. From her estimate, it would be at least a couple of days before the storm gave them some respite from the heat.

Upstairs, she pulled out her favorite summer dress. Light greens and yellows, it was made of a semi-translucent material that always drew the attention of the farm hands. Slipping out of her clothes, she used a wet rag to clean herself off before pulling it on. It took her a bit of effort to work her breasts into the confines of the dress. The soft swells of her breasts were the favorite part of her body, attracting men and attention she craved. She drifted to her dresser and found her favorite perfume right along the curve of her neck. With a moment's hesitation, she also dabbed a bit between her breasts. Grinning, she placed the perfume bottle back into the carved wooden box. She paused for a moment, trailing her fingers along the edge before she closed it. Her fingers trailed down to open the top drawer of her dresser. Digging into her clothes, she pulled out a large bag that clinked loudly. She eased open the leather thong that sealed it and peered in at the hundreds of silver and jade coins. She let a smile ghost across her face.

"Only a couple more hundred and I'm out of here."

Dreaming of escaping the farm, she closed the bag once again. Outside, she heard a sudden sound of laughter and bounced toward the window with curiosity. At the sight of nearly naked men at the far edge of one of the barn, sluicing themselves off with water from the well, she held her breath. The sights of so many muscular men, dripping with water, renewed the fire between her legs, sending a trembling of heat along her most private of privates. Her lips parted slightly as she watched them wrestle. It took almost a quarter of an hour for them to finish and she spent the time in rapt fascination, rubbing her thighs together as she watched. When they scattered to their sleeping areas, she had to take a moment to cool down before padding down the stairs.

Her mother looked at her disapprovingly.

"You look like a slut, Irith."

Irith felt a flush rising in her cheeks, "What's wrong with looking good? We only have two of these parties."

Her mother, an older woman who already lost to the ruinous effects of age and gravity, glared unhappily as she dried her hands on an old towel that smelled musty.

"You know your father already has you planned for Teri."

Irith sighed loudly.

"I'm not really interested in Teri, mama, you know that."

Her mother's voice dripped with ice, "No, young lady, you seem content to be like some farm cat in heat!"

"I might as well enjoy myself!"

"You will not-"

Her mother's voice rose to a high-pitched scream, then died instantly as she glanced outside the front door. Only a few of the people at the tables were looking at them and Irith felt a blush rising even higher. Her mother leveled a parental stare at her.

"We'll talk about this tomorrow, Irith."

Feeling prickly, she just grunted.

"Fine."

Storming down the stairs, she slapped the screen door open and headed out.

"Irith!"

At the sound of her mother's voice, she spun around and snapped back.

"What!?"

Her mother stepped through the door and Irith saw a brief flash of actual compassion in her mother's eyes. Sighing, the older woman gentle took Irith's hands.

"Listen, baby, I just want to make sure that you are taken care of."

Irith said nothing and her mother spoke after a deep breath.

"And Teri can do that. He has a good head on his shoulder."

Her mother stroked Irith's hair, trailing the auburn hair through her fingers before straightening it.

"And," she swallowed, "I worry about you."

Sullenly, Irith responded. "I'll be fine."

A tender smile. "I know, but just remember, if you need anything, I'll be here."

Irith tried to turn away, but her mother wouldn't release her hands. Pulling her close, the woman who birthed her spoke even softer, looking up with a trembling lip.

"And... if you can't resist, remember I have Maiden's Tea in the second drawer in my bedroom."

She stared at her mother. Maiden's Tea was a contraceptive. It also stopped the pregnancy after a few missed periods, but no more. She felt a shred of surprise at her mother's insight.

"Why, mama?"

"I've noticed your interests a long time ago, baby. Though I'd rather you said no and just settled down with Teri," she gave a sad smile, "I remember your own grandmother playing the field after papa died."

Irith had to grin painfully at that.

"Ew."

Her mother grinned back, "I said the same thing. Just," she took a deep breath and stroked Irith's hair again, "just, be careful."

"I will, mama."

Feeling slightly disturbed by her mother's comments, Irith padded down the stairs. She meandered through the tables, helping with the arrangement of food. As she circled around the tables, she kept an eye on her mother and looked out for the rest of her family. Her father, "Old Man Ka," was talking to Teri and her brother up on the porch. As soon as they were not even remotely looking in her direction, she slipped out of the area and wandered around the barn.

Silence flooded around her as her boots crunched across the hard ground. As she rounded the corner, she let her hips rock back and forth with her steps. A shadow separated from the darkness.

Dereke.

Grinning, she swayed toward him.

"Hey."

Dereke straightened out his formal outfit, which was just his cleanest. He stepped forward, his own boots crunching as he stopped right in front of her. She inhaled, watching her breasts rise and fall, her nipples almost touching his chest. They circled slowly. She smiled up into his eyes, watching him lick his lips. He cleared his throat before he spoke.

"I was looking for you."

He reached out to stroke her cheek. She leaned against it, still smiling.

"I know."

She let him back her up against the wall of the bar. As the warm wood pressed against her shoulders, she arched her back, pushing her breasts up into the air. He held out his hands near them, hovering over her swells.

"I got paid today."

"Oh, really?"

She already knew, all the hands got paid right before the party. He nodded sharply and pulled out a small sack. Coins jingled in it and Irith found the urge to yank it out of his hand. Instead, she inhaled deeply and stroked her fingers against his arm.

"What do you want, baby?"

He chuckled, "I want to touch them, you know that."

Moaning softly, she reached up with her fingers and curled them into her dress. Slowly, she pulled the fabric apart as her breasts rose up. At the first touch of the warm air against her nipples, she bit back another moan herself. Dereke's hands shook for a moment, then he pressed them against the delicate skin of her breasts, stroking them as he groaned in pleasure himself.

"They are so beautiful."

She only moaned as he mauled her, stroking and twisting, teasing and touching. Her breath came in short pants as he touched her. She felt the coursing pleasure rising inside her, a pulsating heat growing between her legs. The soft pleasures continued to fill her and she let out a long, gasping moan.

"I-I want to see more."

She cracked open one eye, looking at him. He gestured down with his chin. She closed it again.

"That will cost more."

"How much more?"

She though for a moment, "Thirty dinars."

He paused, his palms pressed against her hard nipples.

"That's almost everything. My entire pay for the season."

She said nothing, already knowing the answer. He hesitated, but his hands never left her breasts. She felt him stroking her nipples with his thumbs. Humming for a moment, she watched as he thought to himself. Then, a nod.

"But, I get to touch."

She shook her head sharply, "No, you get to look, but I'll let you suck on my nipples."

Another moment of thought, then he nodded. She smiled to herself as he bent his head, bringing her left breast up to his mouth. She moaned at the first touch, it was delicate and ginger, sucking on the very end. Her fingers pressed against the rough wood surface of the barn, fingernails digging in as he nibbled lightly on her nipple for a moment, then switched to the other one. She gasped at the pleasurable sensations that coursed through her.

She pushed him away after a few minutes.

"Okay, enough of that."

"And...?"

She grinned and slowly slid her hands down. Her fingers stroked against her stomach, feeling the muscles underneath. There were no soft people on her father's farm. Her fingers danced along the bottom of her dress and she began to sensual raise it up. Dereke slowly dropped to his knees, his eyes glittering as they focused on the junction of her tight legs. She teased him as she slowly lifted it, revealing the black lace thong nestled between her legs.

He let out a low moan of pleasure as he stared at her. She pulled up her dress, revealing her tight stomach. Holding the edge of the hem in her mouth, she slid her fingers down along her skin and stroked along each side of the black thong. Below her, Dereke had one hand pressed against his crotch as she slipped her fingers inside the fabric, shivering from the delicious sensations that filled her. She was already wet, the scent of her excitement mixing in with the flavors of dust and wood and farm.

One finger curling past her puffy lips, she started to slowly pleasure herself. Then, they both heard the sound of someone coming closer. Blushing, she released the dress from her lips and pulled her fingers out frantically. As the fabric fluttered to the ground, she pushed herself away from the wood. Dereke stood up straight, clearing his throat.

"T-Thank you."

She stepped forward, pressing her exposed breasts against him for a moment before pulling the fabric back over her mounds. Safely nestled back in her dress, she dropped her hand and pulled the sack of coins from Dereke's limp hand. With a smile, she slipped back and continued along her path around the barn. Behind her, Dereke groaned and returned to the party.

Irith had to pause for a moment, to catch her breath. Leaning against the barn again, further down and around the corner, she straightened her outfit and shoved the money into her boot. She looked around at the darkness, the noise of the party muted by the barn and buildings. Spotting another farm hand walking along, she pushed herself away from the barn and prepared to double her money.

It took her almost an hour to return to the party, her boots heavy with coins. Her sex was vibrating with excitement and heat, turning her own even as she felt the stares of hunger from men she teased and those who just wanted her. Sitting next to her brother, she ignored his curious stare and ate. Throughout the meal, she kept rubbing her thighs together, her eyes scanning the crowd for more of the hands who would soon be parted from their money.

At least, until the entire ranch grew as silent as death. Irith closed her mouth slowly, tearing her eyes away from Teri to look around in confusion. The hands were frozen in shock, mugs in their hands and forks in the air. Even one of them was just sitting down from where he was dancing on the table. She frowned and followed their gaze, to the edge of darkness of their little party.

At first, she thought it was just a trick of the light, but then her eyes began to pick out features of the stranger who stood at the edge of their light. He was dressed in black, it looked like armor of some sort to her, but it refused to reflect the light. Instead, it just drank it up, swallowed it into a black hole of her vision. She felt fear growing inside her stomach, killing the butterflies that Teri was stirring up.

She heard something crunching the sun-dried earth behind her and she tugged at Teri's arm as she turned around. He turned, stepping in front of Irith as they both focused on a man, this one wearing black leather came into the pool of light. She gasped softly as she stared at his sword, a sharp slash of steel that glittered in the flickering light of the lanterns.

Whispering as quietly as she could, she tugged at Teri's arm again.

"Teri, what is going on?"

"I don't know, Ir, but I think... I think you should go into the house."

She nodded and slowly stepped toward the house. Another man appeared on the other side, stepping up on the porch with his own weapon drawn. Irith whimpered softly, her eyes growing wide with fear as she felt its grip her stomach tightly.

Turning around, she saw more armed men coming out of the darkness in all directions. She counted at least two dozen of them, hard men with smiles that left her feeling cold and fearful for her life.

A voice pierced her fear, drawing her attention to the first man, the one in pitch black armor. He continued to step forward into the light, bringing his angular features into the light. His lips were a slash of black against pale skin. A faint scar ran across his nose and cheeks, like some sort of tortured, sad clown.

"I am sorry for what I have done."

She jumped at the voice that sounded hissing and growling at the same time. She clutched at Teri's arm, watching the speaking made while fear choked her into silence.

"Would this, perhaps, be the Lazy Ka Ranch?"

Her fingers gripped harder into Teri's hand. She watched as her father stepped out in front of the hands.

"Yes, I am Old Man Ka, the owner of the ranch."

The man stepped forward one more step, but made no effort to come to her father. The stranger kept his hands behind his back as he looked around at the gathered people.

"Good, I was afraid that I would be too late when I arrived."

Her father frowned before speaking slowly.

"Too late for what?"

The man languishingly brought his gaze back to Irith's father.

"To warn you."

"Oh?" Her father's voice was rumbling with annoyance and she saw him squeeze his hands into fists. She winced and glanced over her shoulder at the soldiers around the edge of light. They were all watching, with the same cruel grins on their faces. The stranger, the apparent leader of the armed men, smiled broadly, his teeth brilliant white in the dim light of the lanterns.

"That a group of men is planning on killing every single living soul on this farm."

Irith saw a flash of movement in the corner of her eye as the man on the porch leaped off. She screamed as she spun around, narrowly backing away as the warrior behind her slashed down at her. Teri spun around and clocked the man, his powerful fist cracking into the man's side.

"Irith, run!" Pages: 1, 2