Kyrinn flinched back to life at the feel of a needle sharp jab to his thigh.  He blinked focus to his eyes just in time to find the naked woman passed out upon him slowly slipping off his still oily body.  He would have tried to catch her if his arms hadn't still been shackled to poles.  She slammed down upon the carpet covered dirt floor of the tent, grunting.  She rose on the support of one hand while the other hand reached to her pounding head.

He looked away from her to find the Lieutenant who'd been in charge of security the night before.  In the man's hand Kyrinn found the source of the sharp leg pain.  The officer had awoken Kyrinn with a gentle but still blood drawing poke of a dagger point to his leg.  The man's expression revealed his disgust with the previous night.  Kyrinn had been [i]mounted[/i] by more than a dozen women over the hours after the departure of the celebration's male participants.  The Lieutenant, though, had had to stand idly by and watch, uninvited to participate.  In his mind, it hadn't been fair, and he was going to make sure that the [i]Yornan[/i] came to know that.

"Fun's over, [i]slave[/i]," the Lieutenant said. "Time to wash these women off your cock."

He gestured to a pair of guards who began unshackling Kyrinn.  They secured his wrists and ankles as their Lady had ordered but also secured the chain between the wrists and ankles.  Kyrinn had barely started for the partially withdrawn curtain when the Lieutenant gave him a shove from behind.  Kyrinn's feet couldn't keep up with his forward falling upper body.  He toppled like a chopped down tree, slamming to the carpet covered, hard packed ground.

"Clumsy," the Lieutenant said, smiling to the other soldiers.  "Get up."

Kyrinn struggled back to his feet and looked about himself.  There were still a dozen and a half women in the tent.  Most of them were asleep, passed out all about the pillow array.  Most of them were still naked or partially so; some of those were in the arms of other naked women.  Kyrinn hadn't been the only person in the tent to [i]get some[/i] after the departure of the community's male leadership.

The women who were awake mostly ignored him.  They ate breakfast or chatted quietly, pretending Kyrinn wasn't even there.  The [i]entertainment[/i] he provided them the night before was not and never would be a subject of public conversation.  He was a slave, an [i]enemy[/i] slave; they'd enjoyed having him inside them, of course, but that didn't mean they wanted to or ever would speak of it with others.

Kyrinn struggled to his feet and headed out the opened flap of the tent.  He found himself hitting the ground again after yet another shove.  The Lieutenant growled, "[i]Get up![/i]  We don't have all day."

Kyrinn rolled to his back and told the officer with a sarcastic tone, "It would be faster if I just [i]rolled[/i] to wherever you wanted me.  Shall I?"

The soldier growled, "Get the fuck up before I cut that big cock of yours off and feed it to the pigs."

Kyrinn managed to get out to the [i]shit pit[/i] with only one more fall, which was nearly [i]into[/i] the open, manure filled hole.  He did his business and was then herded back to near the tent.  On the way, the Lieutenant removed the [i]unauthorized[/i] chain causing Kyrinn so many problems.

Tanna's two young servants were waiting to once again bath him.  They seemed to take more joy in it this time around.  It was as if it was suddenly permissible to lay hands upon their Lady's new [i]toy[/i].  When they finished, Kyrinn was taken to a cage that was apparently just for his containment.  It was small, less than spread-arms width, depth, and height.  He simply leaned back into one corner, sitting on his ass.  Krina and Madley brought food and water, then disappeared.

And then it was just a matter of waiting for whatever came next.

The camp was much smaller than it had been the day before.  The slaves and a Company guarding them had left the night before, heading south.  Another company had departed north, toward Westmoreland.  They were scouting ahead and securing resources, not that Kyrinn knew that.  Another company was just heading out, following the latter with a portion of the wagons.  That left two companies and a multitude of civilians.  The latter would wait for the army's full departure, then scavenge anything of value left behind.  This was the way of war, particularly in these hard times when even the nearly meatless remains of a charred goat carcass over a fire pit was worth fighting over to the death.