The Duchess had awaked to the sounds of screaming; screaming men, screaming women and children, and screaming horses. She, along with her two daughters, her daughter in law, and her granddaughter, had been sleeping in a tent, albeit a splendid one, in the great forest that lay in the center of her family's huge estate in Lithuania. The tent, along with servant lean-tos and an outdoor kitchen, located a short walk along a path from a woodland village, had been set up for the women after her husband, the Duke of Vilna, had dispatched them there for safe keeping during the invasion from the Muscovy Kingdom.
Aided by disgruntled peasants and Cossacks, the ongoing war was laying waste to wide swathes of the country. The Duchess, Sophia, gathered her wits, and then her women, and cut a slit in the back of the tent, leading them into the forest just as dawn was breaking. Resting in a grassy meadow they were captured by a band of armed men; Cossacks and outlaw peasants.
It was led by a woman, Horpyna. She was tall for women, and had been cast out of the Duchy's capital a year ago, at the urging of Helena, Sophia's daughter in law, who had caught her stealing, and also accused her of taking part in running a brothel and of assaulting a kitchen maid. The young woman had confided to Helena that Horpyna had gotten her drunk, perhaps drugged, and then sodomized her with fingers.
Now Horpyna stood over them all. She was wearing heavy black boots, from one of which was a dagger in a sheath, and men's trousers, with a wide leather belt from which hung a cutlass. She had traded a night's fucking for it from a Scot mercenary. In her hand was a cudgel. Her hair, crow wing black, lay down to the small of back in a thick braid. All her fingers had at least one ring. On her wrists were several bracelets, all rich with gems. The value of all of this jewelry attested to her role in the current rebellion; she had taken it from nobles, dead or those who wish they were dead.
She was naked from the waist up; her skin was brown from the sun and wind; she was lean, with muscles rippling under her skin as she moved. Her breasts were small, but obviously firm; aureoles the size of wine goblets were crowned by nipples as large as a man's thumb; both features were black cherry red; her belly was flat as a table top. Despite her size and muscled frame her face was feminine in its features; a nose that could be called aquiline and thick sensuous lips, ruby red. Long dark lashes guarded fathomless black eyes, almond in shape. Her teeth were bright white and perfect. In effect she was a beautiful woman, and deadly.
As her gang surrounded the captives Horpyna took them in. The Duchess's hair, still in night time braiding, was grey, but her body, not protected from assessment by the night gown, belied her age. Large breasts strained against the light material; showing little sag. Her posture was good, and she was almost as tall as Horpyna.
Just behind her was Karyn, her oldest daughter. Shorter then her mother by a head she had wide hips, the result of bearing five children, four who survived childhood. Three were men in the Duke's army, and the daughter was cloistered in a convent that was also in the great woods. Large breasts hung low, but her face was fair, pretty even, with thin lips and light freckles on her light skin. She had thick read hair that hung in disarray from this morning's flight. Her emerald green eyes, known to kind and warm, now only showed terror.
Next to her was her younger sister, Katrina. Tall as her mother, her firm legs and large breasts were exposed due to her shift tearing as they ran thru the woods. Her attempt to cover herself was stopped by one of the gang. So that to all there to eye were incredible breasts for a woman her age; firm, sticking straight out, with large aureoles and nipples, plum red in contrast to her light skin. Her hair was strawberry blonde; so was the light patch over her cunt.
Finally Horpyna's gaze fell onto Helena, who was holding her daughter, Olenka, in her arms. Horpyna's grudge against the noble woman was soon to be seen. Helena was a beauty, as was Olenka. Both had golden brown hair; Helena's, like Katrina's, was a mess. The skin of the mother and daughter matched the color of their hair, with clove brown freckles on the younger woman's cheeks and her small button nose. Both had perfect teeth, bright as starlight.
Helena had worn a laced up sleeping gown to bed, and now having come undone reveled a deep cleavage and firm breasts rising and falling from her ragged breathing. Olenka, who had just come into womanhood; she had turned eighteen here in the woods just weeks ago; had smaller breasts; her hair still was in the twin braids from last night. These fell on her chest.
In a movement that would put a wildcat to shame Horpyna grabbed the young woman and dragged her to a nearby log. She sat down and had her prey then sit on her lap. The girl shrieked, and tears now rolled down her cheeks. Her mother's attempt to reach her was stopped by a large man that had been behind her. He wrapped his muscled arms around the noble woman's chest, and then looked to Horpyna for permission, which she gave with a nod of her head. With that the man, Dan, began to feel Helena's tits, his large rough hands squeezing the globes thru the shift's material. Helena struggled against this, even elbowing her assailant, but the only result was Dan punishing her by twisting her tits.
This had the woman cry out in pain, tears welling in her eyes. Horpyna used a hand to make Olenka look at the treatment her mother was receiving.
This made the girl sob loudly. "Look Olenka, look, this is just the start, your mother is going to get fucked so many times today she'll lose count! Ha! Go on Dan, let the little one see her mother's tits, maybe we'll let her suck them like when she was a babe!"
This last brought a laugh from the gang, and looks of terror and bewilderment from the women. Dan ripped the shift off Helena, letting it fall to the ground. He cupped the exposed breasts, which were heavy but ripe, with aureoles the size of a crown gold piece and nipples like pegs; both were a shade darker then the tits that they peaked.
Her belly had just a slight fold of fat on it, and featured a perfect navel. Her bush was dark brown and trimmed. Dan began to twist and pinch her flesh, first her tits, pulling at the nipples, all with painful force, then down along her sides. Helena writhed in his hold, stomping her feet, pleading to God under her breath.
After awhile Horpyna spoke.
"Yes Dan, bring her here!" The large man lifted the woman off the ground and brought her over to his leader. Now Helena was right in front of her daughter, who was sitting in Horpyna's lap. The girl now shuddered, gasping for breath, deep sobs racking her body.
"On her knees Dan," the man kicked Helena's legs out from under her, making her land so that she was more or less eye level with Olenka. Horpyna pushed the girl forward. "Go on, suck on those tits, I bet you been wanting to ever since you grew hair on your cunt!"
The girl shook her head. "Please, no, I, I do not understand."
This got Horpyna to lean close to the girl's ear and whisper. "Suck on those tits or I'll skin your mother alive. Do it, and do it as if you like it, your mother will."
Freezing first in terror, the girl leaned forward and tentatively took one of her mother's tits into her young mouth... At the same time Dan pushed Helena forward.
"Good Olenka, there, run your tongue along the nipple, suck on it, or I'll put a burning torch up the Duchess's ass!"
The girl obeyed her captor. She placed the tit in one hand and tried to engulf it into her mouth. Horpyna looked at Dan, who was transfixed by the sight of the young woman sucking the tit of her mother. An enlarged cock strained at his trousers. Once this man had simple desires, but no more, Horpyna having converted him, first with her body, then with the various victims that fell to her and the gang.
"Ha, Dan, see, I told you, all of this and more! All of you," she turned to her gang," how these women are done is going to drive you mad!"
The men grunted their approval, some trying to make room in their garb for their rising cocks. Horpyna again gave the young woman instructions.
"Go on, put her tit whole into your mouth, suck it, yes kiss it girl, and love it, yes."
Olenka complied readily, taking one of her mother's breasts with both hands, then all but unhinging her jaws, sucking sounds came from the girl, and saliva ran down her mother's tit, while hot tears fell on it.
"Look at each other, you Helena or I have my men have your girl until there is no life in her!" It was as much the look in her eyes as well as her voice that assured all the women she would do all that, and more. Olenka lifted her gaze up while still sucking as she had been ordered.
"Good girl, maybe I have you suck some cock today! Good, now go back and forth to each tit!" The woman urged her in a low growl. The girl obeyed, moving her mouth from one of the breasts in front of her to the other.