The air was filled with the pungency of smoldering homes. Houses of villagers in the remote forest village of Maroa were set ablaze as a battalion of Horgretos, the Conqueror claimed another notch in the eastern countryside of Irdenvia with little resistance. Battalion commander Wyeta was seeing to the post-battle plundering. "The remaining able-bodied men will go to the quarries for labor, the women to be sold for sex slavery in the Golla Markets in the western neighboring providence, after the men have their spoils, of course. All opposed will be put to the sword."
Most of the men in the small village had died protecting their families and farms. The village stood no chance with minimal combat training against the hordes of Horgretos. The soldiers aggressively began tying up soon-to-be slaves. The noble of Maroa, Stan remained in disbelief. "Why would you savages do this? We are a peaceful town with nothing of value to give you. You murdered good people today! Men, women, and children don't deserve this." Wyeta walked over to the upstart villager as the remaining dozen remained silent; accepting of their fate. "Because Horgretos has found this country to be a stain, and peasants like you are to be an example for your Queen. She represents fragility while my master emphasizes power." Wyeta then grabbed a fistful of the man's tunic, "we will not stop until she is dethroned, humiliated, and her head rests on a pike in her own city square."
Cecelia had recently turned 18; she was trembling as the thugs began placing irons and chains upon her wrists, neck, and ankles. Stan was her father, and all she had left. Amid her fear, she could not stop looking at him. She then watched the towering commander grab her blade and plunge it into the Stan's chest. She then screamed prior to being struck, "NOOOO--"
Wyeta turned her head, "well this must be the noble's daughter." She began to examine Cecelia's body, brutishly grabbing her long, silky auburn hair, arms, neck, and breasts. "Noble daughters with beauty like you fetch a very good price in the Markets. You'll make some bidder with deep pockets very happy with those large breasts, slender body, legs, and that backside; and of course me too. The bonus I'll get from watching you become some plaything with your new life of being sodomized by some fat merchant, goblin, ogre, beast or whatever else will be substantive."
Cecelia's anger then overcame her fear. "You're a coward! You're all cowards! I'll never serve whatever wretch you sell me to. I'll kill you, you devil. I'll plunge your blade through your heart the way you did to my father." Wyeta seemed shocked for a moment, and then slapped Cecelia with some force. "Your defiance is futile, like those before you and those to come. You will learn respect, and I'm going to do your future master a favor. Men, have her. We'll just clean her up and sell her new."
Cecelia looked in horror as a large, green orc stepped forward, panting heavily and chuckling in glee as he ripped off her robe, exposing her large breasts. He was easily twice her size. Cecelia had sexual experiences before with several farm boys, but nothing compared to this. The brute grabbed her shoulder and forced her to her knees. With one hand, the orc lazily unbuckled his belt, pulled down his trousers, and grabbed his erect penis with one hand and a fistful of Cecelia's hair with the other. "If you want to keep your pretty teeth, you'll do what's good for you."
