The First Tribe by Candace Smith Page B

change from disbelief, to possibility, and then finally the sadistic shine lit their eyes. They were thinking with their shafts and hanging sacks.
    “What more do you suggest?” Vison asked. Marel had been a staunch supporter of Dasheen’s quest, and had allowed him his choice of Fista slaves to accompany the journey. There had to be something behind her motives that would benefit the women.
    “If what we suspect is true, the Vastara still hold to a ritual that mates them to a single partner. This will be as ingrained into their history as the rest of their nonsense. It will work to our benefit. In the trek up, I trust Dasheen to keep the beast riders from compromising them. I don’t think they will do anything that might risk their right for possession. Meanwhile, the captives will learn to trust and rely on the man who has chosen her,” Marel said.
    “All this, and you are the one suggesting the deceitful trap. Your mind is as treacherous as your whip, Marel.” Bentil smiled. Even his disagreeable nature appreciated Marel’s cold conviction.
    “You don’t understand. I want them to form a bond. It has been bred out from the Kirabi since beginning times, but these Vastara captives are much too small to try to dominate our men. They will awaken a protective instinct within the beast riders that will make them yearn to return to the mating rituals in our scrolls,” Marel insisted.
    She was not surprised when the men sat in stunned silence for a moment, and then burst out laughing. “Has your time up north turned you into a wandering philosopher too, Marel?”
    “No, Vison. But while you men are busy thrusting your cocks into any available hole, the women recognize the need for a more alluring outlet for both of our lusts. Between your leaders and our trainers, we will forgo working to turn the Vastara into laboring slaves. They would be quite useless, I assure you. What we can train them to do is bring a man the most intense sexual gratification he has ever achieved.” Marel noticed that caught their attention.
    “Think of it, beast riders. An ethereal beauty, a creature of color with no fangs or primitive traits, trained only to service your pleasure.” While the men squirmed at her words and imagined her description, Marel continued. “It will drive their captors mad with need for them… so wild with jealousy and rage at being stripped of their captive that they will escape with them.”
    Vison gasped. “This is your plan? To have the beast riders so angered with his Kirabi leaders for their decision that they split the First Tribe?”
    “That is exactly our plan. The beast riders have no tribes left to capture, Vison. They are bored, and have been subjected to pleasure with hairy beasts. If Dasheen and the others take their Vastara away, they will breed a new tribe. It will have both Kirabi strength and Vastara color. In less than a century, the Kirabi will have a new tribe of superior captives to enslave.” Marel finally returned to her seat.
    “By the cold winds of Flagar, that woman is cold,” Bentil muttered. “Still, their plan makes sense. We have bred the feeling and seduction out of our women. Although her melding of the captives and Kirabi does not completely alleviate us of this fact, the thought of providing a new tribe for our future generations to capture, with women who are visibly appealing, does have merit. Add to that, we get the advantage of playing with these slaves until their Kirabi men decide they have had enough and escape with them.”
    “We will be encouraging the breeding of slaves from our own Kirabi bloodline,” Vison noted nervously.
    “The Vastara were once First Tribe, Vison, and we think nothing of enslaving them,” Bentil reminded him. “The women have already decided this, and I think they planned this since Dasheen announce his quest. All they needed was to make sure the Vastara really existed. I say let the women have their folly. They are much more adept at