A Cruel Passing of Innocence by J.D. Jensen Read Free Book Online

opening of her passage nestling in her pubic coppice. One of his fingers gently sought out the damp folds, feeling its way into the neat passageway, sliding deeper, exploring the delicious, gossamer labyrinth beyond, and she felt passions engulfing her.
    Unable to sustain such delightful tension any longer he sighed, uttering stifled moans, calling her name softly, until finally her touch made him shudder and gasp, his legs stiffening. Then she felt the jettisoned burst of his long suppressed fluid erupt and splatter hotly upon her breasts and tummy. Instinctively she slowed her fingers until the jerking spasm beneath them had peaked, then slipped her hand gently over his oiled head, giving it a tender squeeze, feeling the final vestiges of his spume ooze from between her fingers.
    How her body ached to be against his, thrilling for him, but the chain was tugged roughly against her collar as one of her companions, whimpering in the darkness, stirred and pulled her away. Nassara fell back, feeling Zheeno’s keen finger slide away reluctantly from within her.
    She had not noticed before, but the motion of the sea had intensified. The boat began to heave and pitch in the deeper swell and all around her companions were waking, moaning from either fear or sickness.
    Adjusting her collar and chain to a more comfortable position, she lay back against the timber side, trying to make out Zheeno’s features, wondering what thoughts were in his mind, wanting to reach out to him again or call his name. But the heaving of the boat and the creaks and groans of its timber frame came more angrily, as if in protest at the heavy sea, and her body was not easy in its awkward repose. Soon the boat seemed to writhe in the waves, lifting the hold first one way, then in a sickening shudder the opposite way.
    She wanted to shut her ears to the dreadful cacophony of retching human distress that mingled with the clank of chains, the crashing of the sea against the hull and the protesting groans of the timber frame all around her. The pungent stench of vomit, sweat and urine was overpowering in the confined space of the hold. With every roll of the vessel the rising level of evil smelling water in the gully slopped against her feet, no matter how far she tried to back away from it.
    â€˜We are going to die, to drown in this hell,’ Belithza wailed, and despite her own fear Nassara spoke soothingly and reassuringly to her, telling her that soon they would reach land again.
    Not knowing how long they remained at sea she sat huddled and shivering, drifting in and out of sleep. Dawn came slowly and gradually the waves calmed. By the time the sun was high again, faintly penetrating the cracks in the planking above, the motion of the boat had stilled, and a faint smell of vegetation was just discernible above the vile stench of the hold. The groaning sounds of its human cargo gradually diminished and the captives started to mutter amongst themselves, gladdened to have survived the sea, although anxious once more in contemplation of their destiny.
    â€˜We’re approaching land, Nassara,’ Zheeno said, shifting nearer to her.
    â€˜Where is this place?’ she asked anxiously. ‘What awaits us here?’
    â€˜The name of it I know not, but they say it is a huge land, and that the rulers are mighty and with great power over many peoples. They say there are great living places many times greater than the biggest of villages you have ever seen, and that many people live there in tall stone buildings.’
    â€˜But what will they do with us, Zheeno?’ she pressed. ‘Shall we be separated?’
    Zheeno shifted his weight again, reaching out to reassuringly touch Nassara’s leg. ‘I know not, but we are slaves now. We shall be in the hands of our masters. Let us hope they are less cruel than the scum who have brought us here. Be hopeful, Nassara. Be brave.’
    The nearer they got to the landing place, Nassara