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The feasting and drinking continued. The Akkadian though continued to heed the Sorceress's warning and though he ate well he declined whenever one of the male slaves offered to fill his cup. The assassin noted that the pirates had no such qualms and were each soon quaffing down their third or fourth servings of the wine, spurred on by their voluptuous captain. Daina rose and clapped her hands and the chatter subsided.

"And now entertainment for our guests." She called out loudly. "Music and dancing to befit the occasion."

A half dozen panthers stepped out into the cleared circle around the firepit. Bare breasted and clad only in the briefest of leather and fur skirts and ornaments the women looked magnificent and fearsome as the firelight flickered on their toned bodies. Each carried a hunting spear taller than the women themselves. Drums and pipes began to play, the musicians other panthers seated in the wide circle around the firepit. The dancers began to stamp their feet in time and the beat was taken up by the rest of the tribe either clapping or stamping.

The pirates began to whistle and shout out lewd comments to the Kar'Sa'Hesa dancers, who merely smiled at the audience as the din rose in volume. The Panthers began to circle one another, twirling their spears and crouching as if hunting or in combat. Suddenly one darted forward and thrust with her spear at the dancer she had been stalking, her mock opponent nimbly avoided the thrust by spinning to the side. The dancer's loose leather skirt flew up as her body spun, revealing her lack of undergarments and allowing the brief glimpse of her rounded buttocks and richly furred pubic bush.

The other dancers joined the display, stalking and thrusting their spears at one another only for their target to spin, jump or roll away from the thrusts. Their movements displayed their athletic bodies perfectly, firm breasts bouncing and skirts flying to reveal taut behinds and unshaven pussies. The pirates naturally appreciated this display, calling out crude commentary on the dancers assets and suggestive remarks on how they would make use of the panthers. The Akkadin glanced towards Daina, expecting to see annoyance at the pirates comments. Daina though was serene and merely grinned at the obscene suggestions towards her warriors.

The dancing panthers athleticism increased as the display continued and now the firepit itself became a prop. Avoiding a spearthrust one of the dancers leapt across the pit and through the flames, rolling as she landed and leaping back to her feet. Other dancers followed, jumping high to evade or pursue one another through the leaping flames. A pair of pirates staggered to their feet and lurched into the circle. The assassin's eyes narrowed suspiciously, the crew he knew from the voyage were a hard drinking bunch and a mere few cups of wine should have had little effect on them.

"Those hairy cunts will be nothing but burnt stubble soon enough." One of the two pirates shouted, his words slurred.

"Aye." His compatriot agreed, laughing. "And better for it too. I likes my women as bare cunted as slavegirls."

The two pirates made clumsy grabs at the dancers, who easily dodged or dived away from their grasping hands laughing and taunting the men to try and catch them. Stumbling after one of the panthers one pirate almost pitched into the firepit. Standing unsteadily at its edge his arms flailed as he tried to retain balance and it seemed certain he would fall face first into the flames. One of the dancing Kar'Sa'Hesa darted past and pulled at his shirt collar so that the pirate fell backwards and away from the flames. The man lay flat on his back, giggling and seemingly unable to rise.

The second pirate had stopped chasing the girls and stood swaying with his arms hanging limply by his side. One of the panthers strode up to him and grinned as she stood unmolested right in front of him. With one finger she pushed against his chest and the pirate fell back like a sawn tree and hit the ground with a thump and lay there making weak uncoordinated movements with his arms and legs. The rest of the crew now realised that something was amiss and with oaths they tried to rise. Less than half were able to stagger to their feet and those stood unsteadily with leaden limbs.

"Damn these bitches have **** the wine. What treachery is this?" Barbra Rosa roared, stumbling as she attempted to draw her weapons.