It was stupid. It was done without thinking. But Korak was beyond any such control. His head was spinning, his guts were on fire. The torture of this tribal rape had driven him wild. Beside himself. Beyond thinking. Beyond calculating cost. Just mad.
Hard-hearted they’d yanked that damned dildo out of him. The way they’d tugged it out made him yelp out with almost as much pain as when they had forced it inside. He should have felt better, relieved. But it was done with such savagery ….. Eye-watering. Brutal, uncaring.
By the time he had caught his breath again, the ropes pinning him to this boulder of shame had been severed. With a hard shove he was sent sprawling into the dirt. Landing on the hard earth, the pains of rape re-ignited. Every move he made .. every breath he took .. fuel inside his innards burst the heat into flames. Burning him up inside. Gasping out.
Hands grabbed roughly at him, pulling him up. Hauling him upright, forcing him to squat on his knees. Again their fires of shame from that goo still inflaming his arse inside burst into flames. Korak went mad. On fire inside. Burning up from inside out. Needing to flee that torture in his guts. But rough hands forced him to stay put. A hard slap across the back of his head nearly stunned him. Forced back upright, kneeling on his haunches. He could almost feel the heat leeching out. That agonising burning up his arse pouring in tears of pain out of his eyes.
Pain. Fury. Madness. Korak knew no control. His head was beyond himself.
Korak’s skull collided with the shaman’s midriff. Smacked right into his belly with force. Pain, madness, recklessness, flight … all combined. His body launched forward. Revenge and fires inside fuelling his leap. Straight into the fucking-shaman’s midriff.
The impact bent the shaman over Korak’s bare back. His wind splattered out with shocked spit over the young man’s back. Korak already had his hands of the man’s thighs. And shoved. Both were going down. The pair of sprawling bodies hit the hard-baked earth with a jarring thud. Korak’s arm was already raised. His fist going to beat the hell out of that cruel face.
Korak had worked out earlier his real problem here was not the chief. It was the shaman who had the vicious streak. He was the one egging the tribe on. It was him acting as cheer-leader, getting them worked up, leading the hate-filled chants.
This was not some ancient venerable witch-doctor like some Korak had met. A wise counsel to the tribe’s chief. Healer of sickness for his tribe. This fucker was every bit the warrior as the chief. Tall, well-built, strong across the chest. He could easily have been the chief’s own brother. Older son becomes chief, the younger gets the next-best job .. often the way things went.
Korak could never have said where he found the strength. Or the speed to launch himself off his haunches and thud his head into the shaman’s gut. Fire in his guts and vengeance in his head threw him forward off his knees. As the brute approached, holding up that dildo that he’d shoved up Korak’s arse, something snapped. The sight of that hateful instrument of torture .. glistening green .. streaked with Korak’s own filth .. rage flooded Korak’s guts. He drove like a rocket off his legs.
Grinning sadistically, holding with shit-streaked cockhead up before Korak’s face .. the shaman’s mouth gaping wide .. indicating what he was going to do .. his eyes flaring with sadistic pleasure .. Korak saw what was coming next. It was going to be shoved in his mouth. Thrust down his throat. The remnants of that stinging goo .. streaked with filth from his own arse .. Korak was to be humiliated by sucking suck it clean .. licking off his own shit.
Rage fuelled the leap. Fury drove his skull into the sadist’s gut. Madness threw them down on the earth. Insanity had Korak hitting back. Fist raised. Madness in the blood powering his punch.
Every bit the fighter, the shaman recovered from the shock astonishingly fast. Or fast enough. Korak thundered his fist into the shaman’s face even as both bodies burst out on shock of impact. Just as fast, the shaman twisted his head away. Korak’s fist smacked down with all his might. And cracked hard onto sun-baked earth.
Agony burst up his arm. Pain burst from his mouth. Just as the shaman shoved back and threw Korak sprawling over into the dirt. Hands were grabbing at him before Korak could get himself back. Pulling him off. Grips on his arms pulling, hands on his ankles dragging him away. Bawls of fury raged in the air. The shocked tribe shrieking it out. Demanding the violator pay. Seething at this culprit’s daring. Screaming at his unbroken insolence. Bawling for the foul trespasser to pay.