The Dead Forest
The Scythians never left any dead bodies on the field of battle. Even risking their lives, they would take the slain friends with them. Tagar women did the same. But that day... No one lived to bury the dead.
Because everyone was killed.
Everyone! Aliona's small avant-garde met the entire army of Scythia at the edge of the forest. Beholding the handful of their enemies, the nomads got ready to attack within minutes. Their wraps looked bright against the green meadow, their venturous bodies shone like dark copper. Their bronze and leather shields quickly formed long ranks, over which rose a forest of spears. Aliona told her girls to run to the meadow and shoot the attackers. And by this she signed their death sentence! The Tagar bowzones were young, inexperienced teenagers, with no armor and no shields. When they ran onto the meadow and began nocking their bows, they became targets themselves. The skilled and experienced Scythian vultures knew no mercy. They shot the Tagar girls "with two arrows" - the first one in the belly to paralyze, and the second, in the chest - to kill.
Here they are now, dressed up to the nines, plucked, lying on the grass in the sun. all but one are in the same positions: knees pressed to chest, arms spread. The Scythian arrows sticking out on their left breasts and bellies. The tallest of the bowzones was lay alone, aside of the others. The battered grass evidenced that the girl had struggled in agony for a long time. She got only one arrow, in the belly, which killed her slowly. Another young Tagar girl who was probably trying to run lay on her belly. She got two arrows in her butt (just for fun), and then one below her shoulder.
On the edge of the forest their elder fellows were trying to defend themselves - and were also slain near the young maples. Young women of 20 and 30 fought furiously against the Scythians running into the forest. The battle was cruel - there were pools of blood everywhere, in which lay the swordswomen of Tagar, dead and plucked. The red-haired Audrey, everybody's friend, writhed among the battered forget-me-nots. Her hands were covering a terrible wound near her belly-button, and the neck bore the evidence of a torn off chain. Audrey's niece, 23-year-old Kammy, fought for the first times in her life, and the last time, too. Dark-skinned and perfectly shaped, she died trying to reach her aunt. She died when just a few feet left to reach Audrey - a cruel javelin pinned her to the ground. It seems that the girl saw something nice just a few seconds before her death, for her lips were still smiling.
Death and defeat was the doom of all of them: young and old, skilled and inexperienced. Simply the Scythians were much more numerous. They easily killed even the best Tagar warriors... Leanna, a 30-year-old athlete and a wonderful dancer, lay right in the middle of a forest path. But around her everything was battered and crashed as if she were a demon! Leanna would always fight in a short ring mail and a battle belt, and today these two items passed to her enemies. Her last fight was fierce: near her was a piece of a javelin and a cracked oval shield, characteristic of the Scythians. She was killed by a treacherous bash between her thighs. Only after she had enough suffering, the nomads jabbed her with two javelins, in the belly and in the heart.
At the edge of the forest, their elder friends tried to defend themselves - and all remained lying in the shade of the young trees. The fight was fierce - everything was covered in blood, the bushes seemed to have been chewed by someone... Among the berries lay the swordswomen of Tagar, dead and robbed. The redheaded Audrey, everyone's beloved, lay among the withered flowers. Her hands were still covering the terrible wound near the waist, and the neck bore the mark of her gold chain rudely taken off. Audrey's niece, 23-year-old Kammy, fought for the first time in her life, and for the last one, too. She died trying to reach her aunt - lying face down in the grass and clutching it with her fingers. The spear impaled her between the scapulas. The final moments of her life seemed to have been nice to the girl - her lips were still smiling...
Death and defeat was everybody's fate today. The Scythians simply outnumbered them. They easily killed the best warriors of Tagar, although each of them tried her best to succeed. Leanna, a 30-year-old Tagar woman and a wonderful dancer, lay right in the middle of a forest path - but around her everything was so trampled as though there had been a crowd of demons fighting there! Leanna's final battle was cruel - by her side lay a piece of a lance and a cracked lozenge-shaped buckler, typical of Scythians. Leanna was killed by a sudden and treacherous strike by a knife from behind. The nomads then let her weaken and finally disarmed her and robbed her. After that she got two javelins: in the belly and in the chest.
The fate of Leanna's friend Andrixa was as cruel as hers. Andrixa's large tanned body was barely seen in the thick bushes, where she had probably ousted by the Scythians. The hand of the buxom tagar woman was still holding the sword, while her face bore the attentive grimace, as if she was still fighting... Her battle belt which lay but her side, didn't save her from the terrible sling in the back - the hostile sword skewered Andrixa's body... It belonged to a dexterous left-handed woman: the blade entered Andrixa's belly to the right of the bellybutton. A little way off the path, by the stream, lay the beautiful Litta. Yellow flowers reflected in her wide-open eyes, while her long fair hair swam in the stream like seaweed. She hadn't been killed by the Scythians - wounded in the bottom of the belly, she crawled to the stream herself, where it took her so long to eventually die... Her leather breastplate was untouched, the exquisite bracelets remained on the wrists and ankles. But the dark-skinned Uthy had been torn to pieces by the Scythians, as if they were a pack of wolves! The slender and beautiful Uthy loved to fight naked, with a girlish bravery, which probably caused the nomads' envy. First, they wounded her in the thigh and side, then plunged a spear in the very bottom of her belly... The Scythian woman who killed her was a strong one: the spear was sticking out of Uthy's butt, all the insides skewered... The dead woman's hands were still holding the shaft of the deadly spear, she must have been trying to get rid of it till her death...
In the depths of the forest took place the last fight of Aliona and her brave naked spearzones. They were as skilled as Scythians, with just the difference that the latter outnumbered them... Today the nomads attacked each of the Tagar women in packs. And killed them ruthlessly. One of the Scythians resisted the spear, the other blocked the small shield, while the third one stuck the weapon in the strong but absolutely naked body of the woman. At first they paralyzed her, then took her shield and weapon and only after that, killed her. The long-legged 33-year-old Athalida, always the leader in running and swimming, lay curved like a bow. Her long ginger hair mixed with the forget-me-nots growing in the forest. An unknown Scythian kicked her from behind with a sharp sword. But this didn't seem enough for her, so she also struck Athalida's underarms and the left breast. Athalida lay with her eyes shut, as though she desired to not see the triumph of the nomads.
By her side, near the trees, lay a short-haired dark-skinned woman Prokla. There was a sword stuck in her shield, and the face was ear-to-chin crossed by a fresh scar. But it wasn't the deadly wound; there was a small trident in her belly. The Scythians loved to use it - one of them would bind the victim by a close fight, while the other would unexpectedly thrust the trident into the victim's belly. Jeannica was the youngest and the lightest of the spearzones. Black-haired and black-eyed, she fought wonderfully for her 25 years, but now she lay on her side, covering her dark pussy with both hands. Her face revealed an expression of resentment. Most probably, Jeannica got carried away by the fight and forgot about covering her lower belly. Her earrings had been brutally torn out - there were little drops of blood instead of Jeannica's favorite rubies.
Mysterious was the death of the leader of the spearzones, 26-year-old Aliona. She was trusted to lead them for the first time, rather for her enormous strength and calmness, than her skill and experience. And now the long-legged woman lay in the grass by her mates, having passed her life and victory to the enemy. Aliona's body had been broken by agony. But there were no signs of attack on her body, she looked safe and sound, only the unnatural position revealed that the Tagar woman was dead. Her pale gray eyes were string at the clouds, the tip of the tongue showed out from the mouth, and the pretty white teeth were seen. She lay on her back, a little stream of blood oozing from a tiny spot near the bellybutton, and there was another spot like that near the little curls of her pussy.
Hard to believe the nomads killed strong and young Aliona with small stilettos! Impossible to imagine them strip her of her shield and spear, but it was true. Careless insects were crawling along the tree trunks, in the grass... And the gorgeous Aliona lay deprived of life by evil strikes. Her face bore a strange expression: fear, pain, astonishment. And one more thing... Resentment.
Original Author: Nica (2002).