Babala's Correction by Bethany Amber

to burn as he gazed at Babala. It was as if she could see within his mind, could see herself lying helpless on the muddy ground beneath him, sinking into the slime as he wound the supple whip about her throat. ‘Then we’ll throw their bodies into the lake,’ he added viciously.
    â€˜The lake isn’t deep enough,’ said Bart. ‘They’d be found.’
    A keening sound whispered over the scene. It was Peli, rocking back and forth, his uniform streaked with mud, his face contorted with fear and misery. ‘What are we to do, Bart? What?’
    â€˜I don’t know, lad.’ He sat on a rock, his head in his hands. ‘We can’t take them back to the palace, but murder isn’t the answer.’ He raised his eyes and shook his head as he looked at Capel.
    Babala shivered in the mud, her raised buttocks quivering with cold and fear as she wondered what fate awaited her with these men. She placed her hands on her head, indicating that she was entirely at their mercy - submissive and willing to do whatever pleased them.
    â€˜Ah!’ Graf rose to his feet. ‘The maid has given me an idea.’ He grabbed Babala’s arm, and the mud squelched as he pulled her to her feet. Filth splashed from her breasts and spilled onto Graf’s leather tunic, so he gave her a sharp slap on the buttocks with his free hand and then continued as if there had been no interruption. ‘There is a slave auction at the town of Brentasi, just over the border in the next kingdom.’
    â€˜Put them in an auction?’ Bart’s eyes brightened and he jumped to his feet, no longer fearful, but full of enthusiasm for this new adventure. ‘That would solve all our problems and we could return to the palace to say they’d been taken by bandits. There are many around Brentasi.’
    Could Babala’s fate have been any worse, she wondered, had bandits taken her? ‘If we are going to Brentasi,’ she said shyly, her hands held tightly on her head, ‘may I bathe once more in the lake?’
    â€˜And escape?’ grunted Capel, shaking her so roughly her breasts swayed.
    â€˜She’ll fetch a better price if she is clean,’ observed Peli, and Babala glanced at him gratefully.
    â€˜True,’ said Bart, with a nod. ‘Lead her to the lake, Capel.’
    A fierce grimace contorted the guard’s face as he narrowed his cruel eyes at Bart. ‘Aye, if you so order it, master,’ he acquiesced tightly, ‘but she’ll not escape.’ He twisted the supple leather of his whip about Babala’s upper arm and half-pushed and half-pulled her to the lake. ‘This madam will fetch many gold pieces I’ll warrant, and we’ll share the takings, eh?’
    The other men grunted their agreement as they watched Babala dipped to the point of drowning into the icy cold water.
    While Graf, Bart and Capel laughed at Babala’s feeble struggles, Peli was sent to release the Lady Fazath from her chains.
    She glared at him as he entered the gloom of the cave, and spat at him as he approached her.
    â€˜Where’s Babala?’ she demanded.
    â€˜Bathing,’ said the lad, somewhat nervously. ‘You’re going to auction, both of you.’
    Fazath did not fight the boy as he released the manacles. A plan was forming in her sharp mind. When the chains fell loose from her tired and naked body she almost fell into Peli’s arms, so stiff was she from her long bondage.
    â€˜Auction?’ she whispered, as pain took the breath from her body and the muscles regained their blood flow. ‘What auction?’ Her legs would not support her and she knelt at Peli’s feet, her lips level with his scarcely clad cock.
    â€˜At Brentasi,’ he said. He could feel the woman’s breath close to his thickening stem. ‘T-two days journey from here.’ Soft lips took his globe within and he gasped with pleasure, but as suddenly as his