Preview - Flight to Foul Fate

Summary: Four slaves take a chance for freedom and flee into an unknown jungle. Pursued by a furious and beautiful captain, the escapees will find themselves facing worst peril than bondage and slavery...

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Hounds barked and howled behind them, a sign that their pursuers were getting closer. They heard the distant calls of soldiers barking out orders or talking about the footprints that they were following. They'd found broken chains with the cuffs matted with crusted blood and a broken knife bearing the blood of a dead comrade.

The four slave girls didn't have time to look back or see how far ahead they were. They just had to keep running and leaping over fallen trees and other obstacles. Desperation added to their speed as they worked their beautiful plump curvy bodies to their limits. They knew that if they were caught, they would face a fate worse than the one that they were escaping from.

Their feet lost solid ground and one tripped and fell into a puddle of watery mud. Two others helped her to her feet as they kept fleeing, their near nude voluptuous bodies now coated with runny wet dirt. They ran through bushes growing out of clustered together citrus trees and cut their skin on agave and spiny pear cacti.

They ran into a nameless jungle that none of them had ever heard of nor seen. But this was their only chance for freedom, their only hope to escape those who had destroyed their homes and treated them like cattle. They ran until their bodies could carry them no more and their chests demanded for them to halt and let their lungs gather air once more.

“We've lost them...for now...” Amata leaned against a tree, breathing deeply recovering her strength. The bastard of a desert priest-king, Amata's voluptuous slender figure was dripping with sweat, her bronze brown skin shining from the heavy perspiration. Her long black hair had been dampened and clung to her shoulders and back. Her blue eyes shone with sincerity and hope, but her eyelids were heavy with fatigue.

Her huge bountiful boobs rose and fell as she breathed heavily, her chest barely covered by the white breast curtains hanging down from the sapphire gem choker around her neck. The curtains were sheer and thin enough to where much of her big puffy dark pink areolae could be seen along with much of the soft obese flesh of her big bosom. Her plump thighs were completely bare and her crotch barely covered even by the tiny thin jeweled thong she wore over her crotch or at least her lower lips as much of her labium was clearly visible.

“For now? What will we do when they find our trail again?” Phaedra asked while sitting down, even more tired due to a life of luxury. Phaedra had been the daughter of a fallen city state's ruler, but was reduced to a common slave in defeat. Her chest brown hair was cut to her shoulders, her brown eyes filled with fear and arrogance. She was a fair skinned slender plump beauty with a curvy figure and wide hips, her modestly large breasts poking through the off-shoulder thin silk tunic that hugged and illuminated her figure. Her tunic only ran down to halfway down her thighs and was slit on the sides, revealing the tiny silk thong that covered her maidenhead.

“Shut up! Go back and turn yourself in if you want!” Thania did not want to hear that bitch whine when they'd just escaped. Thania was from the same city as Phaedra, her father had been the city guard's captain and had died defending the now burning ruin of Lecnia. The brave blond had her hair cut to her neck and weariness made it hard for her to keep her green eyes open. She was a lily white skinned slim curvy girl whose huge breasts were practically bare, the decorative silver chains leaving her practically nude. The emeralds upon her big pink nipples left her plump areolae completely bare and the pelvic curtain over her crotch was sheer enough to show her trimmed bush and genitals.

“We'll just go on to freedom without you! Right Kynthia?” Thania turned to the architect of their flight to freedom, but she was turned away from the group. “Kynthia?”

“Kynthia my friend?” Kynthia wasn't listening to either of her fellow escapees, she was instead staring out into nothing. Her skin as white as snow, the girl's black hair ran down to her hips. Her voluptuous slender figure garbed in a thin silk tunic which was ripped at the front to let one of her enormous fat breasts hang out. Her pink nipples and areolae were prominently large and bumpy, still sore from the bite mark under her teat. Her huge ass strained against the fabric of the short hemed tunic, her toned thighs pretty bare with the bottom of her but exposed showing she had no garments covering her crotch.

Kynthia was instead looking down at her hands, shaking and shivering at what she saw. To anyone else, they would see the mud that they'd all had to crawl through at times. But the novice acolyte of a fallen temple saw something else with her blue eyes.

Kynthia could still see the blood on her hands.

She'd remembered dead eyes of the man she'd stabbed in the throat. A man who'd chosen her as a victim of lust and torment. A man whose dagger was pulled from his belt while groped and stripped the girl for his pleasure. She shook while he died and then a madness came upon her. What happened next only happened in flashes that she barely remembered.

Amata stayed tied to a poll filled with dread as her big ass was licked and sucked by a soldier. Then she sobbed when she heard him fiddling with his belt and she heard a sick stabbing noise followed by a choking groan. She turned to see a frantic black haired girl stabbing the soldier's neck even as blood was spraying onto her face.

Phaedra was glad she wasn't picked, it was better for Thania to be forced onto her back than her. Thania struggled and kicked her tormentor's legs, but the man just enjoyed the challenge as he licked her thighs. Phaedra hoped that the man would be spent after he was done with the guard captain's daughter and wanted her to stop struggling. Just as Thania's legs were opened, the soldier froze up as a blade was stabbed through his throat and was broken off.

In truth, the four slave girls weren't really sure how they'd unbound themselves or how they'd gotten out of the camp. They just knew that Kynthia's madness was the only chance that they had for freedom and they seized it without another thought. It had been Amata who grabbed Kynthia and dragged her with them while the girl remained dazed at her own deeds.

“Kynthia?” It was Amata who brought the pale faced girl out of her tortured thoughts. The blue eyed brown girl looking the acolyte in the eyes assuredly and then pulling her into a hug. As their breasts rubbed onto each other, Amata wrapped her arms around Kynthia as the shattered girl returned the favor. “It will be alright. You have freed us and I thank you.”

“I...I...” Kynthia knew that the men she killed were bad people and wanted to hurt her and the others. But what she'd done was an affront to her deity, she had taken a life and was now accursed. And yet, she was being treated with such compassion and gratitude. “I do not deserve this.”

“Then we don't deserve to be free.” Thania insisted while Phaedra turned away from the scene disgusted. “I know that it must be heavy...having the burden of your deed on you...but...if you hadn't done that...we wouldn't be here...so...I hope one day you can forgive yourself...”

“It is my deity who must forgive me.” Kynthia remarked, pulling away from Amata and hugging her chest to herself. “It is her will that I have just broken...my oath to her that I have disgraced...”

“Then if a price must be paid, we will help you pay it together.” Amata promised. “Now then, once we've had more breath in us, we must move on before our luck runs out. Who knows who many soldiers they will send to find us.”

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Back at the soldier's camp, a shaking man breathed his last as his ruthless captain pulled her blade from his chest. She was furious with the laxness of her men and what it resulted in. She did not expect to awake to such pathetic failure from her own men. They were meant to be the elite of the entire Empire and yet, this mess had happened.

Needless to say, Company Captain Monime was not happy with her subordinate. “Report.”

The guard gulped and steeled himself as he answered. “Four of the slave girls escaped. We currently report that four guards are dead and a fifth is unconscious and in bad condition. We believe that they may have ran into the jungle, but their tracks disappear after ten paces...the recent rain has made the forest floor wet and muddy and our blood hounds can't get their scent.”

“Damn.” Monime was slim, but well toned and athletic from harsh training and experience. Her long blond hair ran down her back in thick rivelets and her pale skin knicked with scars and healed cuts. Her green eyes shone with fury.

“How could you be so blind and incompetent? I give you one job and you let four of your comrades die and four slaves escape...” And his captain was so furious, the guard being scolded felt very afraid when his eyes dared to peak at the hints of pink coming out from her chainmail bikini. 

Her attire was originally given to her as a joke, but she took it as a badge of pride and made it skimpier.  The loose body chains and chainmail barely covering her teats couldn't even be considered an armored bikini. Hell, her huge ass was on full display as her wide hips swayed with her wrath. The thong covering her crotch left her vulva partially exposed and her breasts were able to freely jump and jiggle at the slightest movement.

During her rant, Monime suddenly stopped and started jumping up and down to make her huge rack dance and sway around. Her ass clapped together loudly, making the guard blush while daring to think of himself behind those cheeks. Then the guard was interrupted when the angry captain randomly cut open his stomach and dug her sword through her torso.

“Choke on your ass and die!” Monime screamed as she kicked down her dying guard and bashed her head against his neck to break it. “Spread out into the jungle and find those whores! I want them returned alive! They can't have gotten far-”

“No.” Her tall and bald lieutenant answered, stunning the captain and the nervous men around them. “Let the whores run, we're not wasting time going after some bitches.”

“Excuse me?” Monime asked, walking right into the lieutenant's face. She always hated this man and his attitude. So what if he was twice her age, had more experience in the field and always made the plans that led to victory? Monime was of high noble blood and this bald man defying her was a son of a whore who got fucked by hundreds in one day. “Repeat yourself.”

“Ma'am, the jungle is too large and too savage to risk a search.” The lieutenant explained. “We'll lose more men looking for the slaves than if we just cut our losses and keep moving. We're also already behind schedule as it is-”

“NO! I gave you an order!” Monime shouted as her breasts flopped and jiggled around in her outrage. “You are going after those slaves or else-”

“Or else what? You'll kill me?” The lieutenant asked even while looking at Monime's bloodied sword. “This is exactly why the commander won't promote you! All you use is force and pride! The men are ready to mutiny and fuck you bloody! Now you just killed two more men because you can't control that temper of yours! All over four bloody slaves! We still have hundreds of slaves well secured-”

“THAT'S NOT THE POINT!” Monime roared practically jumping in place like a child having a tantrum. “We have orders to bring every slave back to the capital! I will obey those orders and if you have a problem with that, then you can fall on your own sword and die!”

The lieutenant just scoffed. “You know what, if those slaves are so important to you then you go get them! Or waste time arguing and threatening me, I don't care! Just make up your mind you whiny little spoiled brat!”

Monime pointed her blade right into the lieutenant's face an inch from the eye. “When I return, I will cut out each eye and feed them to you. Then you shall better hear as I dismember you cock and stem, balls and seed, foot and leg, hand and arm until I carve out your heart and make you choke on it.”

The lieutenant didn't have a cunning remark this time, he was too scared to speak. As he shook in place, the scantily clad captain just marched into the jungle. He and other men dared a peek at the swinging clapping ass of their captain. More than a few had thoughts of showing the spoiled girl her place when she returned.

That is, if she returned. The lieutenant wasn't going to wait around. “Alright men, we move out.” To his surprise, no one bothered countering or questioning his orders. They were just as fed up with Captain Monime as he was...