<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF0000"> Aza Akembeywuole </span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FF0000"> 'Asha' </span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/11a2f7b5-530b-4187-9b4d-a9b8324173d2_zps490cf134.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">The young, exotic, dark-skinned woman felt numb. It was the same feeling like the last four days. A dull state of mind, not enough emotion to fight but too much to give up. It was frustrating, especially for the daughter of a Nnilasi, the clan-leader of the Uhuru-folk. They were born to hunt and to fight, to go out with their poisoned spears and arrows into the jungle to face the animals. And return victorious or enter the realms of the gods. They were not born to sit in a room with soft, lush beds and couches, dressed in skimpy, see-through clothes, bathed in heavily scented oils, with nothing to do than to wait until the little prick in her neck indicated that the king wanted to see her or them. To abuse them once more and they could do nothing to fight the lust. Aza wasn't alone in the room. She shared it with Zazie, her cousin, the daughter of her father's brother. They had been best friends, but now they both felt too numb to find even strength in each other's company.<br/><br/>Aza knew that they were drugged and that it was that damn narrow-fitting, golden necklace they had to wear. She had tried to remove it, but it was impossible. They had been drugged practically from the moment they had been captured. And now it looked that their life would remain being caught in this state of drug induced dullness and being a sexual object for the king. Would she see her parents, her clan again once the king would be tired of his ebony playthings? Where her parents even alive? And the rest of the clan? They had been ripped out of the long row of prisoners, she and Zazie, once they had passed this huge wall. Aza had never seen anything like that in her life. Not such walls and not so many people in one place. The Uhuru lived in small family clans. In little villages, guarded by palisades and their Timbali. Yes, the Uhuru were proud that they had been able to tame the Timbali, those man-sized, pack-hunting killers. Those animals lived now with them, guarded them by roaming inside and outside of the palisades. When they started to howl, the Uhuru grabbed their weapons and prepared to fight whatever animal dared to attack them. But that night two weeks ago no animal had made the Timbali howling. It had been something far more dangerous. They had stood no chance against the weapons of the Getalian militay. Once the massive, unbreakable nets had fallen on them, the fight had been over. All younger than fourteen and older than fourty had been killed and the rest got drugged and put on the long march to Ovia. A lot had died in the ten day march. Her sister, her brother, maybe her parents. She had never seen them in that long row of dull, broken warriors. Aza would have liked to cry, but even that was not able in this dull state of mind...<br/><br/>She jumped a little when she felt the needle in the necklace pierce her skin. Zazie had jumped seconds later. Not again, not again both of them. It was already bad enough to feel like a mindless puppet to the king later, when the drug faded off. But knowing that they had turned their desire on each other too, it was the worst shame of it all. The Uhuru were a proud folk and even if they displayed their masculinity and feminity openly, by wearing only small tunics inside their villages, they had strict rules. A man and a woman were only allowed to lay together after the Ashani, the two day ritual when you became a couple. If the woman was no virgin at that time, she was shunned and removed from the clan's security. Sexuality between the same genders was unheard of. Neither Aza nor Zazie did have their Ashani yet and Aza realised she would never have one. She was no virgin anymore. There was no clan for her anymore.<br/><br/>The female guard opened the door and took them to the room of the king. Aza could already feel the drug working in her body. Her blood was rushing through her veins and she could feel how her nipples hardened and how she got wet down there. This arousal would last for hours now and the king, powered up by his own drugs would take them over and over again. Until they would be so sore that they would only whimper with every thrust of him. When the door opened, she could feel desire flood her body. She knew that Zazie felt the same. With swaying hips she moved forward, willing to rip the clothes off the king and to please him. She ignored the angry words he yelled to the guard, she wanted him, needed him...<br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">"Bring those back to their room, I haven't called for them. Is someone playing games with me?" </span><br/><br/>Aza had nearly reached the king, she was absolutely aroused now, wanted him to take her, just two more steps to the object of her desire... The hard grip of the guard pulled her back. She moaned in frustration, reached out with her hand to the king, she wanted him, wanted him now like nothing else in her life, she wanted to be his, wanted to melt with him, be his, only his, his... The door closed and her object of desire was gone out of reach. But her arousal got stronger and stronger. She was absolutely ripe, her nipples were hard as marbles, perking through the skimpy dress and asking for kisses, for touches. The dripping wetness had inceased, making a small rivulet running down her leg. She wanted satisfaction, she needed it, craved for it... The door of her prison opened, she got thrown on the bed moaning in frustration. She wanted to be satisfied, she wanted to please. Another body was thrown on her, the door closed. She turned around, looked into the lustful eyes of Zazie. She wanted to please, wanted to be pleased. Her hands ripped away the skimpy dress of her cousin, her hands moved over her cousin's body, finding the round breast of her cousin and then Zazie's hand reached for her, for the wet place between her legs. With the wildness of animals they fell over each other, ready to live out the hourlong agony of their drug induced desires for sex and satisfaction.</div>