The thunderous galloping of heavy horses laden with armoured riders could be heard all around the Kingdom City of Arania as Daygar's men relentlessly attacked the fortress walls. The howls of savagely wounded men and the low groans of the dying mingled with the triumphant cries of the advancing army. Long swords glistened in the sun, dripping red as they scythed through the poorly armed, undisciplined rabble, their Commanders now in disarray.
King Serif sat astride a huge white charger surrounded by his guard, now an ornate oasis amid the filth and carnage. They were resplendent in their robes, Earls and Nobles with little idea of war and fat from years of peace and plentiful food and wine and wealth beyond measure, but they were outnumbered and fell easily.
The King had become separated from his dwindling army and Daygar watched as one of his lowest men unseated him. Another bedraggled artisan grappled with Serif's finely engraved helmet and pulled it away to reveal the long greying hair and chiselled features of the King. Identification now beyond dispute the bedraggled wretch swept his rusty, razor sharp butchers knife across Serif's exposed throat and the other with a similar battered knife severed his head from the shiny suit of elegant armour.
Daygar thought it fitting that the highest born on the field should have been brought down by the lowest as the two hungry wretches dressed in rags held aloft the head that had supported the Crown. It was taken away for display on a prominent spike, a sure sign to all that the Kingdom was lost and the Giant Lord the new ruler. Daygar would reward the two penniless followers with gold beyond their measure and a high-born Lady to empty his balls into!
The noise seeping into the fortified throne room was deafening. The triumphant cries of battle weary men outweighed the squeals of women as they were swooped upon and taken as reward for success. Over thirty high-born women and the wives of noblemen huddled together for security, surrounded by their maids and handmaidens, the two Princesses huddled together on their father's oak throne. No men were present as all were needed to fight but it was obvious to them all that the City had been taken and the Kingdom was no longer theirs; and they were well aware of the implications for them, their pampered lives would never be the same again!
Daygar entered the City through the huge ornate arch within its massive walls, the architecture exceptional and oozing wealth and now the Kingdom of Arania was his. The huge square was littered with fallen men and everywhere his soldiers were venting their pent up sexual appetite on any woman they could find. Naked women; stripped of dresses and gowns were impaled on angry cocks others were on their knees with throbbing erections firmly down their throats, balls ejecting hot liquid before being passed to the next man.
The twin Princesses, Natalia and Saria hugged each other tightly with eyes wide open as the great doors to the throne room caved in and a tidal wave of hostile battle bloodied men rushed towards them. The women squealed in unison and within seconds were being plucked from their huddled groups by hungry soldiers lusting for their prize. Delicate dresses of expensive silk were ripped from lithe, fragranced bodies and discarded as unyielding cocks sought desperate relief. The more experienced soldiers knew that the high-born were not for them but for their commanders and homed in on handmaidens and maidservants who were fair game.
The difference between classes was obvious, it was not just the clothing and jewels, hair signified the difference between them. Noblewomen had long straight hair, usually halfway to the waist, Queens and Princesses to the waist and Ladies in Waiting, long but in extravagant creations heaped high on their pretty heads. Handmaidens were shoulder length and maidservants shorter still.
Even in battle a commoner could not expect to overpower a woman of high station, it was a code of conduct fiercely observed. The two Princesses were in fear of their lives but knew they would have been marked out for protection; the invader would take them for his pleasure! Despite the code this was chaotic and High-born Ladies were being taken, Commanders were in short supply as the initial phase of the onslaught progressed.
Lady Helena huddled close to the Princesses, she was the consort to King Serif of Arania for many years and surrogate mother to the twins; their natural mother the Lady Adrienne had fled from Slaveria to Arania after falling pregnant by the King and had found sanctuary there with King Serif only to die in childbirth. The Princesses had called him father but it was no secret that their natural father was King Hinea, and of Noble blood; elder half sisters to Princess Leyia.
A feisty woman of thirty years with Raven hair Lady Helena held the girls close to protect them from seeing the debauchery taking place around them. Her ample breasts heaving beneath her lavishly laced silk dress. She had been treated and respected as a Queen throughout the Kingdom for her staunch support of the King.
A shrill scream left her lips as rough hands grabbed her long black tresses, dragging her away from the throne and the Princesses. The serf of no consequence pulled her to her knees and held her against his crotch as he fumbled to extract a swarthy erect penis, his clothing little more than filthy rags. His cock forced its way into her mouth and throat as he satisfied his lust, holding her hard as he spewed his semen into her; then suddenly he was limp and falling away. One of Daygar's Warlords had speared the wretch, his sword emerging from his chest just above Lady Helena's head, allowing her to scamper on all fours back to the throne.
The confusion had almost been contained when Daygar marched into the Throne Room and all activity ceased instantly. Soldiers had stopped mid fuck, penises still inside their chosen women, handmaidens on their knees with rock hard cocks still in their mouths as silence finally took over.
'Everyone below Commander... Out!' He barked. Soldiers scurried towards the doors and left for pastures new, there were plenty of other women to be had!
The Giant Lord was backed by six of his Lords and a handful of Commanders as he approached the throne. All around him Ladies in Waiting and handmaidens alike struggled to cover bared breasts with the shreds of their dresses, some sobbing openly whilst others staring blankly, still in shock after the brutal onslaught.
He turned to address them. 'All handmaidens and maidservants will go alongside your Mistresses.' The girls and women jumped to attention gathering at the side of their Lady, some with two some with five or six servants depending on their seniority.
