Babala's Correction by Bethany Amber Read Free Book Online Page B

float behind and above her. The chill of the water soothed her sore skin, cleansed the many hurts the men had inflicted upon her, and she closed her eyes, drifting languidly.
    So lost in the ecstasy of this small luxury was she that she did not see a dark shadow casting narrowed eyes over her from the edge of the lake. It was a shock, therefore, to feel the sharp pain in her scalp, and it was as if her hair would be pulled out at the roots as she was dragged to the surface.
    â€˜Try to escape, would you?’
    Babala was pulled from the lake by her hair. Her slender body, so recently cleansed by the water, was hauled through the mud at the edge and was streaked with dark earth.
    â€˜No - ouch!’ she squealed, her fingers clawing uselessly at the hands that were wrapped around her long fall of wet hair. ‘I was bathing!’
    Plaintively, she looked up at Bart’s coarse features, tears of pain coursing down her cheeks.
    â€˜Liar,’ he grunted, and he slapped the still tender heaviness of her breasts. Babala dared not pull away, for she knew she would be punished further if she did. ‘You were planning to run back through the forest, to tell the Prince what mischief we have enjoyed with you and the Lady Fazath.’
    With tears of pain blurring her vision Babala ventured a look into his dark eyes, and her own widened with surprise for she could see much more than anger in them. Much more. There was fear plainly written on his coarse features; a twitch at the corner of his mouth, the eyes looking furtively this way and that, the nostrils wide as he breathed rapidly as if gasping for breath.
    â€˜No,’ she managed. ‘I merely came to the lake—’
    She got no further, for the breath was wrenched from her body by Capel’s whip snaking about her slender waist. ‘Lying bitch!’ he growled. ‘They’re all the same, these women. Can’t wait to fuck and tell.’ The whip snaked over her shoulder, knocking her to the ground, rolling her in the squelching mud.
    â€˜You came to wash, did you?’ It was Graf’s voice, growling and peevish. ‘Look at you, you filthy whore. Breasts streaked with mud...’ He rolled her over and she looked up at the three men, choking back sobs. ‘Somehow it has even slithered here!’
    The other men laughed as Graf slapped some of the thick dark mud upon her inner thighs, spreading her legs wide and smearing the filth in a thick cake within her cunny.
    â€˜We shouldn’t be doing this...’ it was Peli - nervous, timorous, trembling. ‘We’ve been gone from the palace for five days. There’ll be punishments waiting for us, I’ll warrant.’
    Graf, on his knees beside Babala, smoothing her body with the dark slime, shrugged, uncaring. ‘We’ll say they struggled and it was necessary to punish them, to restrain them until they learned how to behave.’ He pinched her muddy nipples until she whimpered, and when she mewed in pain he slapped her belly, her breasts, enjoying the slurping sound of his hands on her muddy flesh.
    â€˜Peli is right,’ Bart said with a nod, confirming the fear Babala had seen in his eyes. ‘Do you think the Taskmaster will not be ordered to use his skill to test here and here?’ He bent down beside Graf and probed his fingers between Babala’s flesh leaves, opening them out, thrusting two muddy fingers into her cunny. That done he flipped her over and spread her buttocks to thumb the wrinkled bud of her anus, feeling the fresh give of the opening. ‘He will know and we’ll be punished severely.’ He paused, lifting her bottom and spreading her legs as if he was enjoying the sight of these pretty parts for the last time. ‘Maybe even executed.’
    â€˜Then we’ll get rid of the bitches,’ said Capel. ‘I’ll throttle them with my whip.’ He wiped a dew of sweat from his forehead and his eyes seemed