Fallen Kingdom Ch. 05

The homes of the privileged Imperium - villas mostly - lined a cobblestone street in Bheketha, a town recently conquered by an angry army of gladiators and slaves risen in revolt. Now Shinatri Zaeda, of the proud, mercantilist Zaeda family, had become just another casualty of today's destruction. The town had held out for as long as possible; Shinatri's own father had been manning the walls, defending his family and many others with his life. But the town had fallen. The rebels had overrun it and Shinatri, like most of the other women and girls, had been helpless to do anything to stop it.

She now stood across the street from her own family villa, a rebel gladiator's arm draped across her shoulders. Wulfkar peered at her with curiosity. The gladiator had just traded an alluring Imperium noblewoman for this younger cunt, and though she looked the worse for wear, he thought he had made out well in the bargain. For now, though, he could see that she wasn't all there. Her eyes were distant, as if she were reliving some past nightmare all too real...

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Shinatri remembered. She remembered all too well the horror, and even when she did not think of it, like wings fluttering at the edge of a person's vision, it remained a constant presence.

She thought back to those first harrowing moments after the town's walls had been breached. She and her mother had tried to barricade themselves in their own villa. Her mother, Abanri, had told her daughter to huddle close and remain absolutely quiet. 'If we stay absolutely still, sweetheart, with any luck these awful men will take what valuables they want and leave,' she had whispered. And so they had huddled under the bed in the master bedroom, trying to be so very silent until even the sounds of their own breathing seemed deafening. Meanwhile, as the sounds from outside grew louder - raucous shouts from the victors, pitiful cries from the defeated or soon-to-be vanquished - Shinatri's heart pounded faster and faster.

She had always trusted her mother. They had as close a relationship as any mother and daughter ever had. But she suspected, no, she knew, that her mother's plan was no plan at all, that it was sheer desperation wrapped up in wishful thinking. And soon enough, the truth of that had been exposed for the naïve hope it was. There had been a loud crash. Shinatri remembered hearing wood splinter, then more crashes as what she and her mother had used to bar the doors were violently swept aside. Hands soon reached underneath the bed, pulling her and her mother out as they screeched in surprise and protest.

"What have we here?" a dark voice boomed. "Two fine pussies. I think we've found the loot we were looking for, boys." The lead man was a cruel-looking Xokothi slave. His biceps were so thick and muscular that they resembled massive tree branches, and his dark eyes glittered with horrific promise. "Strip them both. Let the younger one watch for now. I want to have a go at the sensual matron of the house."

Shinatri had struggled and shouted as three men ripped off her clothes. Meanwhile, three more brawny slaves expeditiously tore away her mother's dress and undergarments. Now Shinatri saw her mother's large, pale tits, soft and supple, exposed for all the men to admire in the waning afternoon light. Abanri, Shinatri's mother, protested loudly.

"Let us go! We are nobility. We are Imperium. You...you won't get away with this. Stop this now and you will be spared from execution!" she screeched.

Now Shinatri felt two men holding her in place. When she tried to turn her face away, they smacked her in the back of the head and growled at her to be still. But the two slaves holding her did not follow their own advice. No... while she was forced to watch her mother's unfolding rape, one man's hand slid between her legs. She stiffened as his fingers found her helpless cunt, sliding two fingers roughly inside her dryness, exploring her intimate folds as if he had every right.

"Please," Shinatri had whimpered.

"Quiet, bitch. Watch and learn from your mother. Maybe watching her display will help you juice up this pussy for me, yes?" As he said those awful words, the slave continued to caress her pussy and finger her delicate sex with impunity. Meanwhile, the other slave holding her was licking the back of her neck and cupping her right breast. He seemed to relish the feel of her soft curves. She could feel his hard cock resting against her right ass cheek, and it made her shiver.

"Listen to Jirwar. He speaks words of wisdom," the slave growled, referring to his companion. Shinatri shuddered and had no choice but to watch. Now, the other Xokothi slaves were chanting the name of their leader, this behemoth of a man, the dark-skinned and malicious-looking giant.

"Okotwe! Okotwe!"

The chant continued. Most of the slaves watched, but a few assisted at Okotwe's direction. Abanri had paler skin than her daughter and her wavy, lustrous jet-black hair fell just past the tops of her slim shoulders. Despite having a grown daughter, the slender woman still had perky tits and a youthful body. Abanri flailed as two men grabbed her by the arms and slammed her face-up onto the bed. Two more slaves grabbed her ankles and spread her legs wide.

"Hold her still, boys. My cock is about to dive deep into this sweet pussy. But first, let's see if I can turn this cunt into a flowing river..."

Shinatri gaped at her struggling, naked mother, held spread-eagled on the bed. She could see her mother's exposed cunt for a few terrible moments, and then Okotwe knelt between Abanri's legs, mercifully blocking the view. Okotwe lapped greedily at Abanri's sex. The woman shouted protests.

"NO! STOP THIS!"

Okotwe ignored her, awakening her body's unwilling responses. His tongue flicked tenderly, caressing the woman's clit just so, nipping at it, fondling it, stroking it, controlling it. Shinatri wished she could close her ears, to blot out what was unfolding and block out her mother's desperate cries. But instead she watched with resignation, heart shredded, as the slave-rapist leader had his way with her mother.

"Mmmm!! She tastes exquisite, boys." Okotwe's tongue lapped a little longer at Abanri's pussy, until he could fully taste the flow of her fluids. As soon as she was wet, though, his impatience prevented him from maintaining his dedication and taking her over the edge. Instead, he now stood up, his rock-hard cock swaying ominously - a giant spear of blood-engorged flesh. He climbed onto the bed. Abanri intensified her squirming and attempted flailing.

"No! You cannot rape me! I am an Imperium duchess. I am your better! You will be skinned alive for defiling me! Don't touch me! NO!" But the words of Shinatri's mother were useless, just wasted breath, as Okotwe positioned the massive tip of his shaft at her squirming sex and thrust himself forward with one violent plunge. Shinatri watched as the big Xokothi's buttocks muscles clenched up in the throes of his furious fucks, his body slamming into her mother's, his cock lancing deep into her each time like a thrown javelin. With the four men holding her mother by her arms and legs, she could not see much. Shinatri could only see her mother's pale thighs on either side of Okotwe's large, heavy testicles, which were now swaying back and forth with the force of his ruthless fucks. Shinatri could only hear her mother's shrill cries as that cock stretched her to the limit.

"AAAHHHH!! NO! Please no more! Take it out!" Abanri half-shouted, half-moaned.

"UH!! Admit it, matron bitch, you have never KNOWN a cock this magnificent stretching your tight fuck-hole. Admit it!" Okotwe thundered. "Your pussy CRAVES what I have to give it. You know this, though your prissy Imperium pride will never admit it. You are like the Imperium men we slew along the city walls. They thought themselves great warriors, but they were nothing more than decadent prigs filled with a sense of self-importance built upon oppression and lies. You are the same, 'noble' bitch; you are just a cunt, tits, and ass, but you think yourself a goddess with a right to rule over us. We will now show you EXACTLY what you are, bitch, and soon your daughter will join in your ordeal."

As he growled that last remark, Okotwe seized up and groaned. His thick jism surged through the tip of his cock, bathing Abanri's cunt and womb in his virile, sticky man-juice. Abanri moaned as she felt the man atop her consummate the rape. Then he was sliding out of her, urging the next man to take his fill. Shinatri had a few fleeting moments where all she could see was her mother's ravaged pussy leaking huge streams of cum, and her mother's breasts rising falling to the rhythm of her heaving breaths. Then the next slave settled between her mother's legs, his cock hammering into her soaking-wet cunt, and the woman's cries and screeches filled the room. This went on for what seemed a hellish eternity. The towering Okotwe walked over and cupped Shinatri's chin with deceptive gentleness, tipping her gaze up to meet his while his two men continued to fondle her body and her mother's cries continued to fill the villa with their terrible song.

"I hope you were paying close attention, little cunt. Did you see me and your mama show you what a proper fucking should look like? Are you ready for your turn?" Shinatri had been too defiant to answer him. Instead, she had spat in his face. That had been a mistake. He had slapped her, then gagged her.

"Keep her here for now. Make her keep watching. We will fuck her soon enough." Okotwe left, apparently to organize the ransacking of the rest of the Zaeda family villa. Meanwhile, one man after the next had his way with Shinatri's mother. The long parade of cocks delved into Abanri's soiled, thoroughly ravaged cunt. The shouts, protests, and defiant screeches gradually gave way, though, to something else. At first, to Shinatri it sounded like simple grunting, but slowly it began to dawn on her that there was more to it than that. Her mother's grunts were tinged with something primal. To call it pleasure might have been too much, but there was definitely a tone of arousal in Abanri's soft, feminine grunts. In response to her melting resistance, the four men holding her down had moved away or simply stood back to wait their turn. Now the daughter could just barely make out her mother's hands clenched tightly around her current rapist's wrists as his cock swam inside her, thrust after thrust, fuck after pummeling fuck.

"Oh gods, no, please no!" Abanri's sudden hiss of dismay gave way to her body shuddering uncontrollably, her cunt convulsing around the Xokothi's raping shaft. Then she stilled beneath him, and he continued his work. He came hard and the next man - the next cock - took his place. Time passed until Shinatri realized that not only had her mother's cries long since died away, but even her grunts had lapsed to nothing. Was her voice so hoarse from shouting and protesting that, coupled with exhaustion, she could barely stir? Was she just accepting her fate? But Shinatri felt a terrible, ominous sinking in the pit of her stomach that it was more than that. Finally, Okotwe returned from surveying the house. He had just been directing a few slaves carrying out armloads of useful goods and valuables.

"We will stash them in the woods and come back for it later. Hurry." Then he turned to one of his fellow slaves, a wiry but still muscular slave with only one good eye who was now fucking Abanri with swift, sure strokes. Each time his body smacked against Abanri's, it made a loud wet sound as his cock drove into her cum-drenched snatch. Soon he was groaning, his eye squeezed shut as he came deep in the Imperium woman's pussy. Then he pulled out, satisfied. More off-white fluid dribbled out from between the woman's swollen labia to pool on the bed sheets. Abanri didn't move. She lay there panting, staring up at the ceiling, dazed - her nipples fully erect. Was she too ashamed to meet her daughter's eyes? Shinatri choked back a sob.

"Don't just like there like a dead fish, bitch. At least squirm and make it worth my men's while," Okotwe growled. He leaned down over her on the bed. Then an odd look came over his face. Shinatri's eyes by now had filled with tears. Somehow her gag had come loose, now dangling beneath her chin.

"Mother!"

Okotwe smacked Abanri's pussy and tits. Then he smacked her face. Abanri flinched and jerked, but she turned away, curled up into a fetal position, ashamed, unable to speak.

Okotwe grunted with disgust. Abruptly there was a loud din outside. Okotwe leaned out the bedroom window, spying a group of victorious Xokothi slaves parading through the town below. The roving bands of Xokothi tended to stick together in small kinship groups based on the Imperium plantation or estate from which they had come. Each was like its own clan, a natural kinship network. They fought together, fucked together, did everything together, based on the communal culture which the Xokothi had learned to rely on in order to survive and prosper under the Imperium's rule. Turning back from the window, Okotwe now pointed at one of his men.

"Take this tired, worn-out pussy outside and give her to Gojibwe's band. They look horny and ready for some fresh cunt-meat." The muscular slave nodded to his leader and quickly pulled Abanri off the bed, throwing her over his shoulder like a mere object. Shinatri's last sight of her beloved mother was the sight of her mother's exposed pussy and ass, Abanri's pussy leaking more rivulets of Xokothi jism, which oozed down her pale legs. Okotwe turned back toward Shinatri while the slave carried Shinatri's dazed, naked mother down the central staircase. The slave leader's chuckle was darker than an eclipse.

"Gojibwe is not known for his mercy, little cunt. It will be interesting to see if your mother survives the attentions of Gojibwe and his men. I would not bet on it."

Shinatri couldn't believe this was happening. She was in shock, unable to speak, think, or even move. She blinked her way through a fresh cascade of tears. Okotwe snapped his fingers, gesturing at the other three slaves awaiting his orders.

"Bring that young bitch over here to the bed. My cock is ready for another round." Okotwe stared at Shinatri with a gleam in his eye. "Let's hope that YOU are more durable than your mother, little cunt."

"No! Please! Let my mother go. This is wrong!" Shinatri squealed as three men manhandled her and threw her onto the bed. Soon four men were holding her down face-up, recreating her mother's ordeal from earlier. Okotwe straddled her, loomed over her. She fought, she tried to kick, but the slaves' strong hands held her fast. Okotwe positioned his massive erection at her unwilling pussy and thrust deep, starting a fresh, pulverizing rape as the teen girl lay on the same bed where her mother had been fucked moments earlier.

"No!" she shouted.

"Yes, bitch. Yes!" Okotwe growled back, his length plunging into her soft, delicate folds again and again. "Don't worry about your mother. Worry about this cock. Feel me deep inside you. This is all that matters for you now, my little Imperium bitch - taking cock, pleasing cock. Your body was made for it. Now be quiet and take what I have to give."

Okotwe pressed his lips to Shinatri's for a bruising kiss, muffling her protests. As his body drilled into hers, his testicles smacking gently against her inner thighs, Shinatri had only one mantra going through her mind. 'Mother, please live. Mother!'

So began the first rape of many.

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That had been just a few hours ago, but to Shinatri it all felt as raw and fresh as a blade cleaving her sternum. Her father had almost certainly died protecting the town. As for her mother... those Xokothi brutes had fucked her senseless and given her away to their fellows like a piece of meat. So here she was, Shinatri Zaeda, once a promising young woman with a loving family, home, and bright prospects, now turned into a de facto orphan traded by Xokothi slaves to some gladiator, a man who called himself Wulfkar.

Wulfkar looked at her now with a softness that would have surprised Shinatri if she hadn't been in such a daze. For now, she preferred to stay dead inside to cope with her grief.

"They handled you roughly, didn't they?" It was not really a question. She said nothing, staring at the red-clay dirt.

"Stay close to me. I will be easier on you, I can promise you that much." He tugged on the girl's wrists, which were still bound in front of her, to get her attention.

"Look at me."

Reluctantly, she did.

"There is not much spirit left in you, is there?" To her shock, he suddenly pressed his mouth gently to hers. She mechanically opened her mouth to accept the kiss. Finally, Wulfkar drew away. His hand cupped the side of her cheek. "You have seen things no girl should have to see, and it's drained your very soul. Perhaps, in time, we can revive some of that spirit." The gladiator looked at her intently. "You remind me of someone I once loved. For her sake, for the sake of her memory, I'll do what I can to keep you safe, but you will obey and you will please me. Understood?"

Shinatri nodded.

"Say it, bitch."

"Y-yes Sir, I understand."

"Good." He motioned toward the tree where a tied-up Imperium nobleman now stood helpless. Shinatri looked sadly in the man's direction. She knew that man. Lord Inarius Kaelon. He was her best friend's father. Anaria's father. Just minutes earlier she had watched Wulfkar and the slaves force the poor man to fuck his own wife in the ass for their amusement. Then the slaves had taken poor Phaeka off into the woods for more rape and retied the pitiful man to the birch tree.

Wulfkar's gaze flicked toward the horizon. The sun's blood-red lips would soon be kissing the far peaks.

"We have little time. We must make our way to Eagle's Hill for the rendezvous. First, though, we will leave that Imperium bastard one last consolation prize. Come." He tugged Shinatri with him, walking her over to the tree. He pointed at Lord Kaelon's flaccid cock. The Imperium bureaucrat looked away, miserable and too ashamed to meet Wulfkar's fierce gaze.

"Kneel, girl. Suck the man's cock. It will be the last good thing that happens to him. Make it count."

Shinatri dutifully did as her new owner commanded. The naked girl knelt at her best friend's father's feet. She reached up with her bound hands and took gentle hold of his limp shaft. It slowly came alive as she stroked it, then put her mouth over the top of it. She began to suck lovingly on the tip. Her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked his cock. She tried not to think about the fact that this cock had just fucked another woman's ass. She tried not to let a wave of revulsion pull her under. Instead, she just focused on giving him pleasure. For the past few years, she had been all too aware of Lord Kaelon's secret attraction to her. He had never acted on it, but it was there. She'd sensed it in the stolen glances he'd sent her way. Now, as he squeezed his eyes shut, as she gave him unwilling pleasure, she knew that part of him had been craving this moment for a very long time.

In a strange way, that excited her. What made it all the more wrong and so obscene was that to Shinatri feeling anything right now, anything other than despair, felt like a betrayal. Her parents were almost certainly dead. She should feel nothing, save perhaps desolation. And yet, she had to live... she had to find a way to survive. She had to be able to feel, even if it was just surrendering to her primal side, because that might be the only thing that could keep her sane after everything she'd lost. So she continued to fervently suck on Lord Kaelon's cock. Her face pumped up and down, her jaw rippling with effort as she gradually took him deeper and deeper, her tongue caressing every inch of the underside of his shaft as the jism churned happily in his balls.