The cannons still roared from afar, less frequent now, part of
the Tacikian army surely moving towards other cities of
Akatia...
The same cannons had been decimating the walls of my own city,
Reina, just hours ago, every cannon shot piercing through my
heart, shaking me and everyone else with a fear the kind of which
we'd never imagined before. We'd been waiting, trembling and
fearing for weeks. Still, we'd never believed it. Akatia was
strong, the Akatian military the best in the world. We'd beaten
the Tacikians, and others, many times over, we had conquered and
ruled their cities for centuries. And there had been peace for
so long, peace for nearly half a century - war seemed like a
distant barbaric memory my parents spoke of. No young Akatian
woman like me had lost a brother or a lover to a war with
Tacikians for decades.
But hatred had remained the same.
I'd shivered in fear as cannons ripped through the walls of
Reina. Many of the men had been summoned to the military months
ago. My father was in the capital, serving despite his old age.
My lover, the only man I'd ever known, had been killed already at
the border. The men who were left to protect the city were no
match for Taciks.
Early in the morning they finally came: The Taciks tore through
the walls, the soldiers firing and yelling and rushing through
the city with glee, laughing at us, laughing at the feeble
defense we managed to put up against them. It had been so
sudden, the fall of my city, there had not even been time to flee
or hide. I'd watched out the window in shocked agony as the
soldiers began breaking into homes one by one, hauling people out
like mere cattle, shooting boys on the streets, tearing women's
clothes at once. There was nothing but sheer chaos everywhere,
the victors' vicious jubilation mixing with the panic and torment
of the conquered...
When two soldiers broke into our home, my mother and I had no
defense, not even a gun I tried to protect us with a mere
kitchen knife, only drawing laughter from the two Taciks, two
ugly, dirty savages. They were skinny, yet strong, roughed up
by war. No razor had met their young, rugged faces in a long
time, and they had long, oily hair. They grinned like hyenas.
I'd never imagined such hatred and fear possible in my heart...
Mother did what she could she threw herself between them and
me, but they struck at her like they were kicking a dog. I
attacked them with fury, wishing to Gods I could stick the knife
right through their hearts but they grabbed and took the knife
away, chuckling and mocking in that beast-like language of
theirs, growling of animals, nothing else... And they began
tearing at my clothes I fought back, amidst Mom's cries, and
the pigs' howling and laughter, but it made no difference.
Once they tore off most of my clothes, they pushed me down on the
floor...
And they took me like they wanted.
They took me like a couple of wild beasts, rough, savage, angry
beasts, wanting to hurt me, humiliate me, with their fucking...
As they took turns raping me, they made my mother watch it, too.
Nothing so thrilled Taciks as humiliating Akatians.
They did not stop until a third soldier came in much later he
laughed and uttered something in the Tacik language at first, but
he was firm, so the soldier on top off me got up, leaving me on
the floor, soiled and used, my clothes torn to pieces, and my
mother crying in the corner.
Soon after, my wrists were tied tight behind my back and I was
being pushed out the door, down the stairs and onto the street,
all but naked, paraded on my own street, in front of my neighbors
the panic seemed to continue everywhere. I felt my eyes
watering and my face burning in shame, all to no avail. Even the
desire to fight was gone...
Soon we were at the town square the plundering had slowed and
order was being mostly restored, now in the hands of an invading
army. There were other girls there, in the town square, all like
me, close to naked and hands tied in the back the soldier who'd
been leading me shoved me towards a fat, chuckling soldier who
held a cigarette in one hand and a hose in another. Soon I was
being hosed down by ice-cold water, unable to silence my shocked
cries he just kept chuckling as he pulled me by the hair and
pushed me towards the other girls.
I watched a few more girls being brought to the town commons in
the same fashion, crying and dying in shame, some clearly raped
they all got the cruel hosing down before being pushed to the
pile in the middle. I knew most of the girls standing around me;
Reina was a small town, most everyone knew each other. The men
had picked the better-looking girls of the town and I knew I'd
been one of the most beautiful girls in Reina now surely a
curse, rather than a blessing...
If there was one thing Taciks were organized about, we knew it
was slavery.
We were made to stand side-by-side in a straight line, close to
30 of the prettiest girls of the town. They were my friends,
even relatives, and that made my shame all the more unbearable.
We could not even face each other.
The town commons was surrounded by more and more Taciks, but
there were townspeople, too, brought there by force mostly
women, kids, and toothless old men. There were a handful of
fighting-age men, too, remnants of a broken down army charged
with protection of the city. They were all forced to watch it,
for their humiliation... I knew many of the boys who were
haplessly restrained and they all knew me; I couldn't tell who
were ashamed the most, them or us.
"Akatian whores!" suddenly the town common echoed with the angry
voice of a woman. She was a Tacik, one who obviously spoke
Akatian, if with an accent. She wore something close to a
military uniform and she was holding what looked like a
horse-whip in her hand.
"On your knees!" she barked. "And spread your legs!"
Too shocked and too scared to disobey, I did as was ordered,
getting down on my knees and assuming the humiliating position
so did all the other girls, but some were not quite fast enough:
The Tacikian woman picked a girl by the hair; I knew her, Katrina
Devi. She was a haughty bitch most of the time, and I never
liked her - still I feared for her now.
"I am the slave trainer" the Tacikian woman screamed. "When I
tell an Akatian cunt to do something, she does exactly as she is
told instantly. Or she is punished..." she smiled cruelly.
She barked an order to a soldier near-by, and soon soldiers were
tying Katrina by the wrists to a post in front of us, leaving her
dangling in the air. They tore off the remnants of her clothes
so she was completely naked in front of the townspeople and the
Taciks. Katrina's parents and young brothers had to be somewhere
in the crowd, watching helplessly, barred from us by the
Tacikians soldiers, who were drinking and chuckling, watching the
spectacle with glee.
Katrina first cursed and yelled, then begged and cried, but all
of it was no use: We watched her scream in agony as a Tacikians
soldier whipped her a dozen times and her red-welted body dangled
in the air.
The slave trainer watched it, too, in obvious amusement.
"Understand this, Akatian whores you disobey me, or any Tacik,
and this will be your faith!" she barked.
"Your men are either dead or prisoners. Your men, the gutless
bugs that they are, lost the war. Your men are no match for
Taciks, that's why they have to stand there like little dogs and
watch us take their women. Akatia is now our property and
everything in it, too, including Akatian whores. The only thing
you may expect now is serving the pleasure of your superiors,
providing amusement to your Masters..."
"You have been chosen as slaves. That is all you are slaves.
I am your Mistress and you are our property! I will train you
like dogs. And I will make perfect slaves out of you. You will
learn to obey without question. You will learn to be perfect
concubines. You will learn to please your owners in the most
intimate ways, you will learn to fuck a thousand times better
than the most shameless of whores. Your only cause of existence,
the only worth of your life, the only reason we will let you and
your families live is that you may serve the pleasure of
Taciks..."
"Some of you the luckier whores - will be sold to wealthy
owners in Tacik Republic or will be reserved for the pleasure of
commanders... Most of you, however, will be chosen as whores for
our military's brothels so that you will be able provide
amusement and pleasure to brave Taciks when they come from the
front and are tired from killing your measly, weak brothers and
fathers..."
"You will begin serving your owners tonight. You will prepare
and serve a grand feast for the brave Taciks who defeated your
men and after that you will be used and fucked by your new
owners all night long..." she smiled cruelly.
"You!" she suddenly turned towards another girl.
It was Cecile, I'd known her forever. She was a shy, slender,
beautiful girl; easily scared, easily hurt... She was on her
knees, doing her absolute best to be pleasing, but the curtain of
red hair that blocked her face could not silence the scared tears
coming from her...
"You're crying, cunt! Slaves do not cry Slaves always smile"
the slave trainer barked. "I'll give you a reason to cry" she
pulled her by the hair. "This one, too" she barked at the
soldiers.
And soon we were watching Cecile, having replaced Katrina,
dangling from the post and being whipped by Taciks. There were
silent tears in my eyes, too; I didn't care much about the
haughty Katrina, but Cecile was the nicest girl I'd ever known.
After what seemed like an unbearably long time, Cecile's screams
stopped, and she was made to go back to her spot, her body
shaking in obvious pain, but she was on her knees all the same,
and she no longer dared to cry.
After two whippings, we were all shaking in fear, all desire for
fighting back lost in thin air.
"Let's see what we got here" the Tacikian slave trainer walked by
us one by one, tapping her leg with the crop. We were all
kneeling the same way; hands tied in the back, thighs spread
wide, heads naturally bowed in dread.
"Well, well, well, what do we got here!" she remarked with an
evil glee when she came to Melanie and Monique Luvel. "Twins!"
she chuckled. "I love twins..." The two girls, daughters of the
wealthiest family in town, shivered in fear.
"Oh, the amusements you will provide to Tacikian men! You twin
cunts will learn to be hot lesbian lovers for the viewing
pleasure of your owners. You will learn to fuck and punish each
other in furious fashion... In fact, tonight you will put
together your first show for us during the feast... And if you
fail to put together a show that is for real, I will have you
tied together and buried alive so that you can fuck each other to
death!"
The terror of the girls was visible on their faces, but they
could not so much as utter a word of disagreement as the slave
trainer moved along.
She stopped at the next girl. "What is your name slave?"
"Gabriela" the girl replied. She was a distant cousin of mine.
"Gabriela Pera".
The slave trainer leaned down and slapped Gabriela in the face
with such force that almost the whole town square echoed with the
smacking sound.
"Slave, you address your owner as Mistress!"
"Yes, Mistress, I'm sorry, Mistress." Gabriela whimpered. I
could feel her humiliation from where I was.
The slave trainer snickered: "And your name is not Gabriela
anymore, you Akatian cunt! Look at the tits on you! From now on
your name is Dumb Cow - because you got tits like a cow! Tell me
slave, what is your name?"
Gabriela gulped hard only for a second. "My name is Dumb Cow,
Mistress!"
"Good". The slave trainer smiled. "We'll get you a pair of
bells, too, so that every man will know when the big tittied
Akatian cunt is around I bet all the soldiers will love fucking
those big cow tits of yours. You happy to hear that, slave?"
"Yes, Mistress" Gabriela replied, giving the right answer,
despite her cracking voice.
"Very well". She moved on, moving towards me.
"Well, what do we got here?" The slave trainer stood in front of
me. "What is your name, slut?"
"Cindy Calina, Mistress" I said, my voice full of fear.
"And you've been enjoying yourself, slut?"
"No, Mistress" I answered.
"Lying Cunt!" she struck me in the face, a smack as loud as my
cousin had gotten. Suddenly my eyes were filled with tears.
She chuckled. "You're in luck boys, I got a hot little slut
here! She's dripping wet..."
My face suddenly burned with red hot shame and I realized it was
true I was wet.
"Here's a cunt who can't wait to begin serving her Masters!!" she
spoke loudly, rubbing my face in it.
Was I getting off on this? I trembled with shame at being
exposed in front of all the other girls.
"If you want it so badly, you should beg for it cunt" the slave
trainer hissed at me. "Beg now to be used as a slave"! And if
you don't sound sufficiently convincing and pathetic, I will have
you whipped two dozen times".
I didn't want to be whipped.
"Please, Mistress, accept me as a slave" I whined. "Please take
me as a slave for your soldiers' pleasure". There were tears in
my eyes - yet I could also tell my thighs were getting wet with
my juices. "Please accept this worthless Akatian whore as a
slave" I begged, desperately trying to find the sufficiently
humiliating words for the approval of my Mistress. She had me
beg pathetically on and on for everyone's amusement I was the
most pathetic of all the slaves.
"Very well" she finally cut me off. "Let's see how much you've
been enjoying yourself..." she pushed the tip of the crop between
my legs, playing with my pussy.
I could only whimper haplessly. It was just too much I felt
myself shaking, moving closer and closer to a moment of complete
shame. It must have taken no more than 30 seconds: She drew the
orgasm out of me with hardly an effort, and I moaned and shook on
my knees, under the ridiculing snicker of the slave trainer and
the shocked gaze of the other slave girls and townspeople. The
soldiers were laughing and mocking me. They all couldn't wait to
get their hands on the hot little Akatian cunt who was so eager
to be used and fucked.
I wanted to disappear into thin air.
"Clean my crop, slave!" the slave trainer barked.
"Yes, Mistress" I managed to say despite my shame and she pushed
the tip of the crop in my mouth. And under the gaze of everyone,
I sucked on it like a cock. There were more chuckles.
"I bet you can't wait to have the real thing in your mouth" the
slave trainer said. "Isn't that true, slave?"
"Yes, Mistress" I replied, not daring to contradict.
"Maybe not" she hissed this time, lifting my face up with the
crop. "I think you and I will spend a lot of time together,
slave. I think I'll keep you for myself for a while..." she
said. "A hot cunt like you should be reserved for the commanders
but not before I supervise your training very, very closely..."
she smiled.
My eyes watered some more. I was no lesbian, that disgusted me
more than anything. But what difference did that make? I was
but a mere Akatian slave in the hands of Taciks...
This was my life now... the life of a slave... a life of
servitude and ridicule...