The Fall of Ninevar

Disclaimer: All characters are 18 years of age or older.

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Somewhere Inside An Abandoned Villa in the Fallen City of Ninevar...

The warlord's body covered hers like a blanket as he pounded into her. The naked blonde lay underneath him, panting, her slickening cunt practically begging for him to delve deeper, the girl's legs open wide as she accepted him.

"Ooohhh!!"

Kalaendra's initial fear and resignation had given way to surrender, and with it a rising lust. The slender girl's long, straight golden hair fanned out from her face as she looked up at him, as she took his cock, as his each and every lunge joined him to her like a key fitting into its perfect lock.

"UH!!! You're mine, little bitch. Mine," the warlord growled.

"Yes Master, please fuck me," she gasped. Her hands were locked above her head right now, right where Warlord Garam Greybone held those bound wrists fast so that she couldn't move her arms. He relished the dazed look in her eyes.

Meanwhile, the warlord's second-in-command, Tersiar, finally pulled his shaft from Mirra's mouth. The busty blonde coughed as strings of pre-cum dangled from her chin.

"Come on, bitch. Let's join your slut daughter on the bed and FUCK." Mirra quickly obeyed, sliding onto the bed and laying back right next to her daughter. Tersiar's musclebound bulk eagerly pounced atop her. She opened her thighs for him and grunted as he slid his cock into her with ease. The previous rapes at the hands of the orcs had left her sex both slimy and sticky. She gripped his shoulders as he began a rhythm.

'This is happening,' she thought to herself, the last traces of disbelief weaving together with resignation. 'I'm being raped right next to my youngest daughter and my husband and oldest girl are missing.' The tragic thought vied with shame as the twisted situation deepened and pleasure coiled from her core. Her pussy welcomed Tersiar's cock just as her daughter Kala's pussy was welcoming the warlord's.

All the while, Mirra felt the Archbishop's eyes on her and her poor little girl. Archbishop Hamnis may have been a fellow captive, but she'd seen the lust in his gaze. She knew that he couldn't help his animalistic instincts. She couldn't hate him for it though. Instead the mother of two found herself saddened by it more than anything.

"UHH!!! Do you want to ride on top, little cunt? If I keep this up, I'll cum in you far too soon," the warlord grunted.

Kala's pretty blue eyes stared up at him. Compared to the horrific rapes at the hands of the brutish orcs, her ordeal with the warlord seemed like pure romance. She nodded. The teenage girl pretended not to see the man raping her mother beside her, the man now sucking on her mother's tits as Kala let the warlord slide onto his back and pillow his hands behind his head.

"Mount up, you cute slut. Let me see those tits shake as you fuck me."

It was a little awkward, but not overly so, as Kala straddled the impressive physique of the naked warlord. His cock stood up tall and firm, glistening from their combined fluids. With her wrists bound she still had no trouble grasping his manhood and guiding it between her labia. The girl sank down on him with a sigh. Soon her ass cheeks were resting on his lap.

'What will it be like to be his concubine?' Kala wondered. Her thoughts, so different from her mother's, were filled not with resignation right now but with a jaded curiosity. Kala could think of worse things. She had seen those worse things done to other girls at the hands of the orcs. And the thought that in her concubine-ordained captivity she would at least not be alone, that her mother would be there too, that comforted her in its own strange, guilty way.

"What are you waiting for, girl? Fuck me!"

"Y-yes, Sir. Yes, Master," Kala corrected herself, her bound hands flattening against his chest for leverage as she began to move. Her hips flew back and forth. She bit her bottom lip to stifle a moan as her pussy felt the blissful sensations of friction with that cock inside her.

Here, for the first time since the fall of Ninevar, since the orcs had taken her, she had a semblance of control. Here SHE got to control the pace of her coupling, if only for a moment. So the girl took full advantage, sliding up and down, her pussy rising and impaling itself in a dance as old as humanity. Garam stared up at the lush, soft curves of her cones, the pebbled-up pink buds atop them seeming to taunt them as they swayed. He reached up to cup the teenager's breasts, and Kala gasped at the fresh sensations.

Meanwhile, beside them Tersiar had grown bored of his plaything. He tipped Mirra's head sideways.

"Your daughter is a good fuck, isn't she, whore? You think you'll have new tricks you can teach her? To keep my warlord pleased??" the warrior growled.

"Y-yes Sir," Mirra replied obediently, mechanically. "I hope so, Sir." As she said this, Mirra's gaze met her daughter's, and as she watched her daughter ride the warlord a sort of sorrowful but commiserating understanding passed between them. No matter what happened, mother and daughter would lean on each other to survive.

SLAP.

"Look at ME, whore." Tersiar voice lashed her like a whip. Mirra still felt the sting on her cheek as she turned to look at him.

"I tire of this. Let's change positions like the lovebirds beside us," Tersiar said with amusement. He pulled Mirra off the bed and forced her to kneel at the foot of the bed instead. Now she had a perfect view of Kala's sex bottoming out on the warlord's cock. The busty mother had a perfect view of her daughter's cunt lips forming a tight seal as they slid down the impressive length and girth of the warlord's manhood.

"Suck on my master's balls while your daughter fucks him. Do it," Tersiar growled.

Instantly, Mirra obeyed. The beautiful blonde began to lick and slurp on those heavy testicles. She imagined the cum churning in them, a huge load of sperm that would soon be deposited in her daughter's pussy, all those tiny tadpoles that would be swimming for the ultimate prize. Would the warlord get her daughter pregnant? Only time would tell, of course, but she hoped for that, ironically enough. It was better than having some orc impregnate her. And if she was pregnant with a human child, then it meant that no orc could impregnate her in the meantime. It was rare for orc sperm to successfully have its way with a human egg, but such abominations were NOT impossible.

Such half-breeds did exist, though they were less than 1 in 100. And if the warlord tired of her poor daughter, what if he gave her back to the orcs so that they could have their sport again? Mirra shuddered. Yes, it would be better if the warlord simply impregnated her now. Better to be safe than sorry. Mirra resolved that in the coming nights she would encourage her daughter's lust and attentions to the warlord more than ever. Better to be eager captives and suffer better treatment than to return to the horror of captivity under the orcs.

Mirra felt Tersiar's cock slide into her pussy from behind. He began to fuck her as she continued her ball-sucking duties. Meanwhile, she could sense the warlord's impending release inside her daughter. Mirra watched with the most up-close view humanly possible as her daughter's cunt pumped up and down faster and faster. A trail of noticeable pre-cum even now escaped the seal of Kala's cunt lips, drifting down like a tiny waterfall from a melting glacier. The pre-cum eventually oozed all the way down to the warlord's balls, where Mirra's tongue avidly licked it up. A salty jolt lit up the woman's palate. Then she heard the warlord bellow with the joy of orgasm.

Garam groaned and squeezed the girl's breasts - though not too roughly - as he felt his cock shudder and spurt inside his captive. For her part, Kala moaned and welcomed the fountaining sperm inside her. She felt the heat of it fill her even as she joined her new master in bliss. Her cunt convulsed, her body quaking as she felt the climax rush through her. With her head thrown back, her hair tossed about wildly, the teenage girl felt the white-hot, soothing erasure of all thought and let her feminine instincts revel in an orgasm that made her bones melt and her mind empty.

Mirra heard her precious daughter come, but she had her own issues to deal with. Suddenly she felt a hand tugging back on her golden curls, the bite of it reaching her scalp as Tersiar pulled her head back while he fucked her. The barbarian warrior stared intently at the elegant symmetry of the woman's back and her trembling ass cheeks each time his penis plowed forward to sink itself deep in that wet paradise.

"UGGGHHH!!!! I'm almost there too, you big-titted whore! Ready to join your daughter in cum-filled bliss? Ready for a sperm-soaked fuck-hole?"

"AYY! Yes Master!!"

The appalling reality was that the cock knifing through her soft folds was getting to her, awakening responses in her body Mirra would just as soon have ignored. The gorgeous mother of two needn't have worried though. She didn't have time to reach the pinnacle and join her captor in the race to climax. Too soon, Tersiar was yanking even harder on her hair. Mirra grunted and groaned. She had time to watch her daughter's sex seeping cum as Kala collapsed on the warlord's chest. He snuggled her close atop his muscular pectorals, stroking the teenager's hair even while her soft, warm cunt-sheath kept its snug fit around his spent cock.

'You did well, baby,' Mirra thought. As if to thank the warlord, Mirra reached out and fondled the emptied testicles before her. Seeing Garam treat Kala with a surprising twist of tenderness gave Mirra hope even as the blonde woman felt Tersiar continue to rape her in earnest from behind.

"Fuck! Take it all, you slut. UHHH!" Tersiar groaned and took one more wrenching pull on Mirra's disheveled hair. The sexy woman felt her orc spunk-tainted pussy warmed with a fresh coating of human jism.

'Hopefully I'm too old to get pregnant,' Mirra begged silently. But at only 35 years of age, since she'd given birth to Kala and her sister so young, Mirra feared her hopes might fail her.

Tersiar pulled his sated shaft free of the poor woman as a torrent of seed spilled from between her thighs.

"Ahhh. Not bad, Mama. If your daughter's pussy can take punishment as well as yours can, I think my warlord will be pleased." Seeing that Garam was too busy cuddling and kissing his property in a kind of ironic aftercare and post-coital contentment, Tersiar decided to keep to his own brutal nature. He pressed Mirra's face toward the bed. "Lick up the cum leaking from your daughter's fuck-hole and suck those balls some more." He turned back to the Archbishop. The naked, rotund priest with his wrists bound behind him looked away in shame as Tersiar dragged him toward the bed.

"You've had enough watching, haven't you, churchman? Yes, I see you HAVE. Look at that stiff cock. It's a plump sausage ready to find a woman's hole. Now crouch behind her and fuck this slut in the ass. Ah yes, you've never done anal, have you? Not holy enough for you, worm? Don't worry. You'll get over that soon enough."

Saying this, the brutal warrior spit on the Archbishop's cock, rubbing the sheen of fluid up and down his elongated member before forcing the Archbishop to prod it at the blonde's wrinkled opening. Fortunately for the blonde woman, her ass still hadn't recovered its normal size after taking far too many orc shafts. The Archbishop Hamnis grimaced to hide the surge of pleasure that nearly swamped his tingling testicles as he felt his manhood embed itself deep in the helpless asshole of a woman who had until recently been a member of his flock.

"Mmm. That's good, priest. Keep fucking her. Rape this busty whore until you burst in her. Here, I'll help make it good for you," Tersiar said, and any halfway moral bystander would have been disgusting by what he did next: the warrior reached down to gently grip and fondle the Archbishop's ball sac. With a pitiful groan, the priest began a stately pace. His fleshy spike began to slide in and out as Mirra's groans leapt out to match his own. Soon the chorus of the two captives moaning and groaning together formed a pleasant music to the all-too-vigilant barbarian.

And all the while, he kept his hand around the Archbishop's soft and vulnerable testicles in a gentle vice.

"Oh gods!"

Predictably enough, the Archbishop didn't last long. He found his heart stampeding against his ribcage as a fountain of white-hot cum erupted from his balls and roiled toward the bowels of the naked blonde beneath him.

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After what must have been only hours but seemed a lifetime ago, the Archbishop Hamnis awoke. He awoke to discomfort and a disconcerting arousal. He found himself lying face-down and realized that his hands were shackled to the headboard of a massive bed. The woman named Mirra lay underneath him, face-up, with her own wrists shackled to the same headboard. That wasn't the worst of it though. His cock was embedded in the softness of her sex, and more ropes were looped around their two bodies, binding and entwining them together so that the two could hardly move, only stay joined like a pair of tortured lovers.

He tried to move anyway, to pull his cock from her snatch. Instead all he succeeded in doing was making her gasp as the sudden friction excited them both.

"Don't try to move. If I could've slipped free of you, I would have," Mirra said darkly. She looked away. The beautiful mother of two wouldn't meet his gaze, and the Archbishop didn't blame her. Hamnis felt deeply ashamed. Instinctively, his mind and body now sang with lust. Part of him enjoyed the sweet torment of being joined to this woman. And that was almost certainly the part of himself he hated most of all.

"Where are we?" the priest asked, his voice a hoarse whisper. A glimmer of moonlight lit up what otherwise would have been a room plunged into darkness.

"We're on the first floor of the villa, in the primary guest bedroom. Warlord Garam and his man Tersiar are upstairs with Kala. The warlord decided he would share her with him before they went to sleep. They have been at it for... well over an hour."

The Archbishop paused to listen. Faintly, he could hear the sounds of a mattress creaking. The sounds of a girl moaning drifted downstairs faintly but unmistakably too. Kala's voice.

"I am sorry, my lady..."

"About which part?" Mirra replied bitterly. She looked up at him just in time to see his eyes stray to the sight of her supple cones half-crushed beneath his bulk. His gaze darted away as fresh mortification painted his cheeks. "No... forgive me," she added.

"Forgive YOU?" Hamnis echoed in disbelief.

Mirra sighed. "I did not mean to snap at you. None of this is your fault. You have a cock. You are a man. For that, I should not blame you." A silence slid between them. Kala's moans grew more intense. Two distinct bellows echoed as if two men had reached simultaneous orgasm. Then the sounds from above finally and blessedly ceased. Perhaps the two voracious barbarians would finally let the poor girl rest, Hamnis thought.

A bitter laugh suddenly erupted from the woman's lips.

"What is it?" he asked softly.

"Oh, I was just thinking. Thinking about the irony of it. Upstairs my daughter is being raped by two savages and I'm actually grateful. Grateful that at least the ones who are fucking her are human. Thankful that at least she's being spared from the vile orcs." The woman's gaze grew distant, and the Archbishop could tell that she was remembering her own ordeal. The haunted expression there spoke of untold grief. How many orcs had used Mirra? How many had taken her holes as if she was nothing? As if her body was just a thing to them, something to be used and discarded... or worse yet, used and then disposed of...

"There are worse things than death, I suppose," the Archbishop admitted. He could think of no hardship more difficult to bear than seeing or hearing someone you loved suffer the unthinkable. He almost spoke words of hope in an effort to comfort to her, but then he realized how flat and forced they would sound. Instead, he did what he could to distract his fellow captive from her misery. Or tried, anyway.

"I am sorry about Kala and your husband." He paused, hesitating on whether he would just add salt to an open wound by asking the next question. "What about Naedra?"

He knew this family. He knew that Mirra had an older daughter, Naedra, who had turned 21 the week before the siege began.

Mirra shook her head. "I don't know. The last thing I remember is her screaming. I had shouted for her to run when the orcs overtook us as we fled. She was the fastest of all of us. If anyone could have escaped, it would have been her. But the orcs were so fast. They ran like a stampede of buffalo. They overtook us so quickly and I saw... I saw many of them rushing toward Naedra as she topped a rise of rubble and kept on going. I can only hope that she somehow found a place to hide before the orcs caught up with her. I can only... I can only hope," Mirra said, her voice breaking, and it sounded to Hamnis as if the last shards of that hope had crumbled inside the poor woman.

"Nothing I can say will ease your pain," he said simply.

"Try anyway," Mirra said softly. "I would rather listen to anything other than the despair of my own thoughts."

"Would you like me to recite a prayer?"

A heavy pause interceded. Mirra scowled. "The gods have forsaken us. Please, anything but that... to me it would seem now just a mockery."

"Very well," the Archbishop replied. Instead, he sang softly to her. He sang a song sung by the monks at sunrise when they baked their bread.

"What do you think will happen to us?" Mirra said finally, when the priest had fallen silent.

"That depends." He sighed. "Me? They will only keep me alive as long as they think I might prove useful to them. They only let me continue to breathe because of my position and title, because they guess I might become a useful bargaining chip in conquering what remains of Ninevar, perhaps using me in a negotiation with King Cuthbert and Queen Elysha." The fat man shrugged. "After Ninevar has fully fallen, I have no illusions about my fate. I will be beheaded, raped by orcs, or worse." He looked into her eyes as if trying to imbue her with a hope he didn't feel.

"You on the other hand may still survive this, my lady. You and your daughter can survive this together if you keep each other strong."

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To Be Continued...