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eyes. At least a third larger than the humans of Vion and Sherdon. Their muscles rippled, and Jalinda realized she had begun to have the same awful funny feeling she had had when she saw the other girls whipped in the women’s tower. Down there. Why down there, between my thighs, where they shaved me?
    The brothers’ faces fascinated her: not triplets, but nearly, and somehow also very different from one another in the attitude each seemed to take to the task at hand, pounding the backsides of the three naked girls.
    The one on the left seemed amused. Jalinda couldn’t hear what he was saying, but his smiling mouth moved in a remark, every few moments, that must be directed to his brother next to him, and that brother nodded gravely each time. He, however—the barbarian in the middle—said nothing, but gazed intently down at the girl he rode like a young filly from one of the books about the ancient days on planet Earth, seeming to derive some great satisfaction from watching his hips push steadily against her bottom and thereby—as far as Jalinda could tell—make her whimper and moan.
    The barbarian on the left, the smiling one, moved his hips very quickly, with a kind of nervous energy that frightened Jalinda. The one in the middle frightened her more, though, with his slower, harder thrusts.
    The one on the right, though…
    Oh, powers. She recognized him now. Only the utter confusion of the moment of coming onto the strange scene in the banqueting hall, and the fact that he wore nothing at all, rather than the strange furred sash and leather pants he had worn when he had come to her home on Sherdon 2, had prevented it. She thought now that having seen him this way, the nameless barbarian who had brought her to the general’s headquarters, holding Renda’s hips and with an easy rhythm somewhere between those of his brothers in its pace moving forcefully against her backside, she could never forget him, waking or sleeping, until the end of time. The expression on his face seemed so controlled, so intent, that it made the funny feeling come again just with those blue eyes looking down at Renda’s little bottom.
    She wanted him to look up and see her. She didn’t know why she wanted it, but suddenly it became the most important thing in the world that the barbarian raise his eyes and notice that the girl he had captured and passed along had come into the banqueting hall, to a fate of whose nature she had no idea.
    He did raise his eyes, then. He did see her. Jalinda gasped as his blue eyes met hers, and narrowed in obvious recognition. For a moment, the rhythm of the thing he did to Renda seemed to break, and a look almost of pain came across that proud, achingly handsome face. Did this barbarian regret having brought Jalinda to the Vionians? Why? Why would a barbarian mercenary regret something like that?
    No, of course not. She had imagined the look and the break in the rhythm. The enormous man looked down again at Renda’s back, and then he called loudly, “A magnificent fuck, General Kroban! I thank you! Her cunt is as silky as the fine cloth of your Vionian courtiers’ robes!”
    Fuck. Cunt.
    Only the span of an eye blink had passed since she had desperately pleaded her ignorance to the majordomo. “Silence,” he hissed. “Or what is already bad for you will become worse, when I report to the general that you are disobedient and disrespectful. Of course, it would be no more than you deserve, you Sherdonian bitch. You all thought you were so high and mighty, didn’t you? You were going to end the terror of the empire, weren’t you? Just wait until the general ends your virginity in a few moments, in front of all these fine men, and even those crude barbarians. At least Sherdonian girls have quims to fuck that feel as pleasing to a warrior’s cock as any in the empire, and mouths and rumps to fill with a man’s strength, just like every other slut on every other planet we’ve conquered.”
    Cock. Cunt.