Their corral appeared to be in the middle of the town, and at least there was a tarp over it to give them shade, but Alia could not see any "masters" aside from the leering, jeering Horn men and women. Her stomach rumbled. She was weak and exhausted. The Horn would have to feed them eventually if they weren't meant to starve to death, but Alia wondered if being left to sleep on the ground overnight was the next step in their humiliation.
She became aware that some of the men were calling to the girls inside the fence. Then she saw what they were holding in their hands. Some of the men had pieces of fruit, others were holding out bits of dried meat. Alia's stomach rumbled noisily enough for all the other girls to hear it, and she could hear theirs making similar noises. Almost all of them were now staring at the food being proffered to them.
Fia was the first to get to her feet, much to the amusement of the spectators. She stumbled towards the palisade, walking awkwardly with her bruised, blistered buttocks causing pain with each step. "Thank you," she said piteously, holding out her hand for an offered piece of fruit, but the Horn man quickly snatched it away and laughed.
Fia stood there, with tears rolling down her face, dazed and confused. Then the man reached down with his other hand and pulled down his trousers. He pulled an erect penis out and thrust it through the bars. What he said in Horn was unintelligible, but Alia and the other girls could all get the gist.
Fia stared at the penis in horror, and shook her head. She stepped back, fell onto her bottom, and cried in pain and outrage. This only produced more laughter and jeering from the Horn men, who continued holding out food to the dazed prisoners.
The Horn commander had told them they were lower than slaves, not even prostitutes. Now Alia understood. Even a prostitute deserved better than to suck a man's thing through the bars of an animal pen for a piece of fruit. Yet this was what they were being offered.
As the sun descended, the night didn't become much cooler, but they all became much hungrier. Men continued to linger by the palisade holding out their meager bribes, and from the joking and jingle of coins, she suspected they were even betting on who would succumb to temptation first. It was obvious many of the girls were considering it, though even Fia -- the lowborn girl whose mouth had known a man's thing even before the Horn commander used it -- was so far refusing to lower herself so. It was as if they were all fighting for this last bit of dignity they could hold onto.
Yala had collapsed to the ground, where she mumbled to herself. The skinny girl who'd been so abused was motionless, and the girls on either side of her occasionally stroked her hair or shook her, clearly concerned.
Alia got to her feet, and approached the palisade. All the other captives became quiet, while the men on the other side of the wooden poles whistled appreciatively. Even chafed, reddened, and sunburnt, Alia's figure was striking. Her breasts were clearly the largest and shapeliest of all the captives, and she could still maintain a semblance of her noble bearing, in her naked captivity.
She walked to the nearest man, and reached for the piece of fruit he was holding out. He pulled it back, and then did as the other man had, unfastening his trousers and lowering them to expose his swollen member. He held it out through the bars.
Horn men whistled and cheered as Alia lowered herself to her knees in front of the man. She looked up at him, and asked, "Do you speak Imperial, sir?"
He spoke to her in Horn, holding out his penis and gesturing with the fruit.
"You're a vile disgusting pig," she said. "I hope someday a pig bites off your thing."
She grasped the bars, closed her eyes, and opened her mouth.
He tasted foul, even worse than the Horn horseman she'd sucked twice. His thing was dirty and greasy, and she could only suck, trying to keep from touching it with her tongue, while trying not to gag.
It didn't take him long to do that thing the Horn horsemen had called "jizzing." He reached through the palisade to grab the back of her head when he was about to reach his "last breath," spoke crudely in Horn, and then his thighs bucked against the palisade, and his thing squirted foulness into her mouth. Alia waited until he was finished, then got to her feet, with her mouth still full of spunk, and held out her hand. She half-expected him to withhold the "payment," as yet another cruel trick, but he handed it to her with a grin.
She turned her head, spat out the gobs of white goo, and walked over to the water trough. Horn men booed at her, as she rinsed her mouth out. The other girls' eyes were all on her. She was very aware that as the most highborn among them, she'd been the first to willingly degrade herself.
With her remaining strength, she pulled the fruit apart into two juicy halves. All the girls staring at her licked their lips. She walked to the bony, half-dead girl and knelt next to her and placed a piece of fruit on her lips. The girl moaned. Her eyes fluttered, her lips opened, and then she was able to taste the fruit, and Alia gently pushed it into her mouth. Her jaws worked weakly.
The girls next to the small one stared at Alia wordlessly. Alia then went to Yala and spoke her name. Yala opened her eyes, and Alia held the fruit to her mouth.
Yala seemed in shock. "Is this a dream?" she asked.
"No," Alia said. "Eat." It was taking all her self-control not to stuff the fruit into her mouth herself. Yala opened her mouth and took the fruit.
Two more girls went to the edge of the corral and the waiting men. Then three, then four, and then half the girls were there, kneeling to suck dirty penises for bits of fruit and dried meat. They were all lower than whores, and she was the lowest of them all.
When she went back, this time for food for herself, the Horn men yelled even more loudly. Another man held what looked like an old, hard roll out to her. She reached for it, expecting him to once more offer his penis first. Instead, he reached through the bars and grabbed her wrist and yanked her forward, hard enough to slam her up against the enclosure. While she was still stunned, another man grabbed her other arm and pulled it through. These two men pulled her forward by the arms until she was pressed up against the palisade. The gap between the wooden shafts driven into the ground was such that one pressed against her chest and she had to turn her face aside, while her breasts were pushed through gaps on either side of it.
"Let go of me! Please!" she cried out. All the other girls were watching her now, but no one came to her aid. She feared the Horn men on the other side of the palisade might do anything to her -- try to yank her arms out of her shoulders, perhaps, or cut them off. Instead, she felt hands on her chest, groping and squeezing her roughly. She looked at a growing crowd of Horn men -- and boys -- crowding over to her side of the palisade, and while some of them took turns holding her arms, the others grabbed, pinched, and squeezed her breasts. She cried out in pain and begged them to stop, but this only encouraged them. Her nipples were twisted and pulled, and fingers dug into her so hard that she screamed. Some of them put their mouths on her, and she felt teeth in addition to grasping, poking fingers.
Though this abuse went on for quite a while, until Alia was whimpering in pain, it was evident that they were taking care not to injure her. No one's teeth broke her skin. No one squeezed or yanked on her breasts hard enough to tear her skin. A couple of men slapped them, and laughed at Alia's screams.
The other girls on their knees at the edge of the enclosure withdrew quickly when the men had finished using their mouths. No one else was yanked through the bars and abused like Alia, and at least they all seemed to be given their promised treats.
Alia thought they would hold her like this all night when Yala walked up to the bars, staring at the men outside. With her face pressed against a wooden bar, Alia saw the other girl through a haze of pain, and then Yala stepped all the way up to the enclosure, and thrust her own breasts through the bars.
The Horn on the other side were actually speechless for a moment. Yala put her arms through the bars, and brought her hands to her breasts and stroked her own nipples, until they stood erect. Alia's own nipples had long since grown soft and sore under their brutal treatment.
The Horn laughed, and Yala met Alia's eyes as they grabbed her and began squeezing and sucking her small but firm breasts. They tortured her much as they had tortured Alia, but with their attentions divided, eventually they let go of their breasts. Alia and Yala continued looking at each other and not at their tormenters as they were forced to their knees, with their arms still held through the bars. Then a pair of hands grabbed Alia's head and forced her to look forward again, where she was presented with an erect member pointed directly at her face. She didn't bother looking up at the owner, simply took it in her mouth and began sucking it. She heard Yala making a muffled sound around the member that had been thrust into her mouth as well.
