Leopard Girl

Chapter 11

It was shortly after midday and one of the youth had his cock imbedded in her vagina which had already been lubricated with the sperm of over a dozen other males. She looked down and saw the boy suckling on her breast and thought about her nursing duties back in her tribe. How different the tribes were, she thought again.

All of a sudden, she heard arrows whizzing by her and saw a male go down nearby. Two more males quickly fell and she heard one of them cry out for help. Another male approached her with a drawn knife and told the boy to back away. She knew that this was the end of her. He held the blade to her throat but then cried out. She saw the arrow sticking through his neck as he crumpled to the ground.

The sound of stampeding feet was heard behind her but when she craned her neck around, she couldn't see anything. Then, suddenly, they burst into the village from all sides. She recognized them immediately and breathed a sigh of relief. Her tribe had come to rescue her.

Arrows were still flying and the males of the other tribe were falling quickly. The raid had been a complete surprise and they had no time to prepare to defend. Then, the chief appeared before her and she fainted. She had seen him murdered in his hut! There was no way that he could be here.

When she awoke, she was lying on a sleeping mat and was free of her bindings. The chief was standing above her with his arms crossed and was smiling down at her. A large bandage was wrapped around his chest and others were wound around an arm and a thigh. "I came for my Leopard Girl," he said. Hal was standing beside him with his bow still in his hand.

"Thank the gods," she uttered. She started to get up but the chief placed his foot on her chest, pushing her back down to protect her as she had done to him during the first raid.

"Not yet, my katahua. They already tried to kill you once. Stay down until we have cleared their nest." The chief continued to scan the village, seeing his tribe chasing the other and seeing some of the enemy escaping into the jungle. Finally, when he deemed it to be safe, he took his foot off of her.

Jill scrambled to her feet and gave her chief a hug, which caused him to wince. "Sorry. I wasn't thinking," she said. "But thank you for rescuing me, my savior."

"Nobody takes my property, girl," he replied. And for once, she was delighted to be considered property.

After they cleared the village, the chief declared that it was time to return home. Jill remembered the other girls and asked that they be rescued. The chief was not interested in any more foreign girls. But when Jill picked up a bow and a quiver of arrows from a fallen enemy and started to head out of camp to rescue the girls herself, he relented.

Jill had no idea where to find the girls so they wandered for a bit. Eventually, however, they did spot them in a little valley, collecting berries and being guarded by a dozen or so warriors. The chief created a plan and everyone got into position. Again, Jill was allowed to fight.

And again, they had the element of surprise in their favor. The first three guards went down before they knew what was happening. Another one fled into the jungle. But the others stood their ground and fought. Another guard was killed as the skirmishing continued.

Finally, it became clear to the guards that they were outnumbered and were about to lose. One of the guards grabbed Emily and held a knife to her throat, obviously trying to use her to bargain with or as a human shield.

This infuriated Jill and she broke from cover and raced toward the guard, shrieking out a war cry. The guard stood his ground and pressed the blade tighter against Emily's throat, slicing the skin and causing Emily to cry out. Seeing the little trickle of blood dripping down Emily's neck was all it took for Jill. She nocked her arrow and aimed, watching the arrow go cleanly through the center of the guard's forehead.

Once again, a naked woman with breasts bobbing wildly had led an attack. And once again, she had been victorious. The only difference was that this time, the woman wore leopard spots. The other enemy quickly fled into the safety of the jungle.

Emily fainted from the ordeal and from seeing Jill's arrow coming at her. Jill got to her just in time to catch her and gently laid her on the ground. The other slavegirls quickly surrounded Jill and jabbered quickly and loudly, thanking her for rescuing them. She smiled and then went to her chief who was standing nearby. "These are the ones who rescued you. This is my tribe."

Again, there was a flurry of Incunu thank-yous as the girls started jabbering again. Emily came to and was helped to her feet, touching her body all over to figure out where the arrow had pierced her.

"You have to stop doing that," scolded the chief.

"Sorry, my savior," replied Jill as she sank to her knees and kissed his hand. "I don't know what gets into me."

"It's the leopard inside of you," he said. "But try to be more careful from now on."

"Yes, my savior."