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Sarkon's Spoils

By: gaggedKitty23



A steely-eyed man stood at the hill's pinnacle, watching the slow approach of the procession in the valley below. It was not much more than a trail of dust, but Sarkon's outriders had already given him a close account of who trespassed in his domains. The Wujanian Empire had long snubbed its nose at the desolate lands of the steppes and the nomadic peoples who dwelled in them. All that had now changed, though, ever since Sarkon's dark ritual had cemented his immortality and control over the nomadic peoples of Easteros, forging them into a frighteningly powerful Confederation.

Now, below him, Sarkon saw a way to increase that power and enjoy some delightful fruits for his trouble. Three daughters of the Wujanian Emperor were on their way through the steppes of Easteros to the Empire of Zubia. Wujania and Zubia had long been enemies, with the steppes serving as a sort of neutral buffer zone. All too aware of Sarkon's rise to power, however, Emperor Gaoja of Wujania had decided to send his daughters to be married off to the princes of Zubia, thinking to form an alliance rooted in blood which not even Sarkon's growing power could match. 

It was a skillful diplomatic move, and Sarkon admired the Emperor's cunning. But Sarkon had also anticipated it. The network of spies he had painstakingly built in recent months had also borne fruit, giving him advanced warning of the three princesses' route, which had to pass through Easterosi land unless the Emperor was willing to add months to the journey and have his daughters brave other strange countries and dangers equally foreboding.

Sarkon waited, patient as a lioness crouched on the savannah. When the Wujanian caravan grew near, the sun glinting off of the gold roofing of each princess's lacquered palanquin, he raised the battle horn to his lips and blew a deep, ominous note which reverberated through the valley below.

The hordes of Easteros descended on the Wujanian escort. Although the Wujanian were well-equipped and well-trained, their bastion of warriors stood like a sand castle being eaten away by a rising tide. Sarkon's mounted bowmen swooped in graceful maneuvers, launching droves of deadly missiles which found their mark between the joints of armor and beyond the lips of the defenders' shields. 

Once the missiles had done their work softening the foe, Sarkon himself led the charge on his great warhorse, Darhivo. He crashed through the outer perimeter of defenders, scattering shields and men like chaff in the wind. He hewed with his broadsword left and right, blood spattering to cover his naked chest. The immortal warlord did not fear death. What wounds the Wujanian defenders did manage to inflict quickly regenerated. 

At last the battle-lust seemed to ebb in Sarkon's blood. He surveyed the scene of carnage. Hundreds of defenders lay dead in their splinted yoroi armor and wide-flaring helmets shaped like dragons. For all of their beautifully ornate and ruthlessly effective battle armor, the Wujanians had been no match for the shock of Sarkon's cavalry and horse-lords.

Sarkon nodded to his trusted Chieftain of Secondary Rank, Vulnar. Vulnar was almost as big and muscular as Sarkon, but a long scar ran down his cheek, spoiling his good looks. Covered head to toe in battle armor, unlike his nearly-naked commander, Vulnar approached to give his report. In the distance a few final knots of resistance lingered, and the cries of men were a minor din which Sarkon and Vulnar spoke over.

"We have defeated the enemy and captured the girls, my Master. What would you have me do with them?" 

"I will think of something," Sarkon smiled. "Show me to them."

Vulnar bowed and took his commander to three of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen. The oldest had short, glossy dark hair and wore a crimson gown embroidered with dazzling peacocks. Her eyes were filled with defiance rather than fear. Her slightly younger sister wore a bright yellow robe embroidered with phoenixes, and her skin was the pale color of cream, unblemished and enticing. Her dark eyes looked at Sarkon with uncertainty before she cast her gaze downward. Lastly Sarkon moved his eyes to the youngest princess, whose green gown was emblazoned with flying dragons of purple and gold. She looked at him with a strange look, no fear in her eyes, only awe. Slender and petite, she seemed the frailest of the three sisters, but her jade-green eyes brimmed with vitality.

All three princesses had been forced to come to a huge tent hastily erected by Sarkon's commanders. Sarkon looked over each girl, imagining the curves hidden beneath those flowing silken gowns. 

"Do you understand the language I speak? If so, tell me your names," Sarkon intoned.

The middle princess responded dutifully as if to speak for all three of them. "I am Umika, and this is my older sister, Culiko, and my younger sister Ishinai. Please, Great Sir, do not hurt us. We were but humbly passing through your land and meant you no harm!"

Sarkon nodded, but his eyes were grim. "Though you may not have meant harm to me, Umika, you were fulfilling your father's purposes, and those are detrimental to my own dreams and designs. You have failed in your mission, princess. Now you are my booty, to do with as I see fit."

All three girls shivered at the big warlord's harsh words. Nearly a dozen warriors stood at the perimeter of the tent watching this encounter unfold.

"Take off your clothes until you are as naked as the day of your birthing. I would have a look at each of you," Sarkon said.

The oldest princess paled, her arms instinctively jerking cross-wise to cover her chest. "You do us great dishonor, Sir! No one may look upon our royal bodies except one who we are betrothed to! You do not look like one of the Zubian princes who are our betrothed, and you have no right to do this!" The almond-eyed beauty had fire in her, Sarkon had to admit that. He smiled inwardly, enjoying the interaction.

"I will not say it again, Princess Culiko. But consider this: it may be more uncomfortable for you if I have my men rip your clothes off forcibly than if you simply obey me and shed the garments willingly."

Sarkon looked at all three beauties meaningfully, letting his threat sink in. Finally the three dark-haired beauties seemed to realize their predicament. They stripped out of their finery and then their underclothes. At last, they were naked, their sensuous bodies awakening a sudden pang of lust which surged through Sarkon's loins.

He saw Umika, her body perfect with medium-sized breasts, hips and a smooth belly that would mesmerize the eyes of any man if he stared at it for too long. Sarkon's eyes then roved over to Ishinai, the slender girl whose supple breasts and tiny, pink nipples seemed to beg for his mouth and touch. When the fierce warlord's eyes finally lingered on Culiko, he admired the woman's voluptuous curves, her full breasts jutting forward with defiant sexiness. 

Sarkon tore away his leggings and threw off his boots and under-cloth, revealing his naked and brawny maleness in all its ruggedness. All three women gasped at the giant cock that sprang upward from between his well-muscled legs. 

"Do you like what you see, ladies? I may consider ransoming you back to your father, depending on how well you serve me. Perhaps you understand, hm? He approached Umika, his hands gently cupping her breasts as she moaned. He felt the heft of them, lifting them at their undersides, before his eyes admired every curve of her creamy, pale nakedness. 

"You see how hard my manhood is for you, girl? Are you flattered?" he asked.

Clearly nervous and wanting to please her captor, the young princess nodded. "Y-yes Sir." Her moan deepened as Sarkon pinched the tips of her breasts and then settled along the curves where her ass sloped to her hips. He stroked her skin, reveling in its smooth texture and admiring the triangle of downy hair between her seductive thighs. 

"Spread them," he intoned, and the girl who stood before him gasped. Umika spread her thighs obediently as his hand thrust between her legs. Umika couldn't believe this was happening. She felt like chattel being poked and prodded on the auction block. She blushed in deep crimson as Sarkon gently slid his hand against her inner thighs, creating tingles of pleasure that ricocheted up her torso. It felt strange, Umika thought, that such a rough-looking and brutal man could touch with such...finesse.

"You feel so soft girl. I wonder how you taste." Sarkon leaned over, his mouth capturing her left nipple, suckling hard as his hands slid around to grope her gorgeous buttocks. Umika groaned, arching backward to try to escape Sarkon's embrace, but she knew it was pointless. She felt his hard cock press against her thigh. Her body shivered at the thought of that huge thing wedged inside of her. Sarkon saw the understanding light her eyes. 

"Yes, take a good, long look Umika. My huge, hard cock wants to sample the plunder of your flesh. I will let you take some control though, and have some say in your own despoiling." Sarkon abruptly stroked Umika's clit with his index and middle fingers while his mouth dove on her other nipple, sucking a sweet, low moan from the gorgeous girl's throat. 

"P-please Sir. S-top!" she groaned as his fingers pressed firmly, grinding mercilessly against her sensitive bundle of nerves. He felt the beginnings of wetness in her pussy, and it made his cock turn harder than a diamond spear. He looked down at his near-bursting erection and then at the soft, downy promise of pubic hair that enshrouded Umika's sex. 

"Have you ever been with a man before, Umika?" The young princess bit her lip and shook her head, her eyes going wide as he slowly turned her around and slipped a muscular arm around her belly, grasping her shoulder and pressing her cute ass up against him. His heat radiated across her back and buttocks, making her spine tingle.

"Wh-what are you going to do?"

"Do you trust me, Princess? This is going to hurt...but I think you can survive it." 

Umika groaned. "Please don't Great Sir! My pussy has never known a man!" 

"It will now," Sarkon intoned, his cock slowly positioned at her slick entrance from behind. He bent her lusciously curved body forward, his cock slowly sliding in to be encased by her feminine glove. The warlord sighed with contentment and thrust with sudden force as tears sprang onto Umika's cheeks. The young princess cried out as his cock's second thrust rammed harder, ripping through her hymen and bottoming his penis to the hilt as Sarkon's testicles slapped against the backs of her sexy thighs. The squelching rhythm began, a brutal in-and-out of thrusting as stars danced at the edge of Umika's vision before finally dissipating. 

Her aching core felt like it was on fire as Sarkon raped her. His cock speared deeply toward her womb, and she grunted in time to his ruthless penetrations. His one hand encircled her breast, squeezing tight as her moans deepened. Sarkon's remaining hand held her by the waist, keeping her body immobile to receive each brutal thrust.

Umika looked at the astonished, disbelieving expressions on Ishinai and Culiko's face. She only hoped that they would not share her fate. Oh god, his cock felt like a giant battering ram inside her trembling body! 

"Please stop Great Sir! You're too big!"

Sarkon grunted. "No, I'm just right, little cunt. Your pussy hugs my cock like the most exquisite vice. Let your sisters take a good look at what awaits them." He then leaned over whispering in her ear. "But...I might spare them this same torment, if you behave well enough. Hm?"

"Wh-what must I do?" Umika cried. "Please Great Sir, I'll do anything! Just don't harm them!"

Even as his penis lanced in and out of her pussy, Sarkon grunted, "Straddle my man over there and fuck yourself as he lies underneath you. I want to watch you writhe and squirm on his cock!" Sarkon's blood was up now, and the beautiful feminine sheath encasing his cock was driving his heart to a thunderous pace. He had seen his Chieftain of Secondary Rank, Vulnar, watching all this transpiring and the lustful heat reflected in Vulnar's focused eyes.

Any of the spoils of war which he himself partook in were also to be shared among his men and commanders; this was Sarkon's law. 

"Come Vulnar, strip. This cute bitch is willing to fuck you and give us a grand show!"

Grunting, Sarkon pulled his blood-and-cum glistening cock out of Umika's cunt. Umika protested.

"Please Great Sir, I am a princess! You may call me by my name, but do not call me a 'bitch'. I am royalty."

Sarkon looked darkly at her, grabbing her by the neck and thrusting her to her knees. The beautiful, naked girl trembled and her eyes widened as Sarkon shoved his cock between her lips so that she could taste her own blood. 

As she gagged on his massive thickness, Sarkon instructed her. "You are nothing but war booty, did you not hear, stupid girl? Now are you going to save your poor sisters from a similar fate by behaving yourself? You have a huge dick to fuck!"

Sarkon nodded with approval as Vulnar lay down, completely naked, his vein-engorged cock standing upward in a straight salute. Umika gasped as Sarkon's cock abruptly pulled out of her throat, leaving strands of cum drifting between Sarkon's bulbous cock-head and her luscious lips. 

"Come, bitch. We don't have all day!" Sarkon growled. Taking her by the nape of her neck, he thrust the milky-skinned girl-captive at Vulnar's naked, outstretched form. 

"P-please Great Sir, can I make him wet so that he will at least slide in with less pain?" she begged. 

"Very well, girl. Be quick about it!" Sarkon growled. He watched with detached admiration at Umika's beauty as the naked princess took Vulnar's cock in her mouth. Sliding up and down, up and down, she pumped her mouth to excite his cock but also to lubricate it before she had to impale her tight pussy on that awful shaft. Sarkon's eyes lingered on the gorgeous face and the sensual, almond-shaped eyes above Umika's tiny, delicate nose. The girl was more than just beautiful; she was flawless. Sarkon was almost tempted to add her to his grand harem...

"Now, hurry up! He's waited long enough!" Sarkon growled. Vulnur gasped with sheer anticipation as Umika slowly straddled him. She took his firm cock in her fingertips and slowly positioned the chieftain's bulbous cock-head between her labia. Then, with ginger care, she slowly lowered her cunt onto the waiting cock, moaning and gasping as she took all of his considerable girth inside herself.

Vulnar's arms came up to stroke the girl's flanks, then cupping the girl's tits as he speared upward into her slender frame. "Uh..uh..uh she feels like heaven, Master!" Vulnur growled. His cock strained inside her, and Umika could feel every inch of his hot piston throbbing in her pussy. She ground her hips and gyrated her pussy up and down his cock, giving him the pleasurable sensations that she sensed he desired. 

"Good girl. You're a smart one!" Sarkon approved. His hand clasped the nape of her neck, sending tingling heat down her spine as Umika looked into her captor's eyes. Umika wished that it weren't possible, but those dark orbs enthralled her. She almost lost herself in them, and her eyes took in his manly strength and rock-hard abdominal muscles not to mention the huge, godlike torso of the most feared man in Easteros. Sarkon's masculine dominance actually turned her on, and it was shameful, outrageous, but there was no help for it.

Umika licked her lips, almost forgetting the cock embedded deeply in her cunt as Sarkon leaned over, his hand still grasping the nape of her neck to kiss her. Their lips joined, tongues entwining for three seconds as Umika felt her nipples harden and her sex tingling with sudden warmth. 'How can he have this effect on me?' she wondered in despair. 'Oh god...my sisters are watching me get raped, and they'll think I'm enjoying this!' she worried.

Her moan did seem to give her away, as the naked young princess rode one rapist's cock while kissing her greater captor. Sarkon at last withdrew his kiss, his hand gently resting on her shoulder as she continued to impale her pussy on Vulnar's cock, leading him toward a galloping climax.

"Get him to cum in you, bitch. I want to see your face when you tell me you feel his seed striving towards your womb. Do this, and I will spare your sisters the same humiliating ordeal that you yourself have suffered," Sarkon promised.

Umika nodded, hopeful, and lifted her pussy up only to bring it crashing back down on Vulnar's cock, humping him wildly with the desire to protect the sisters she loved. Vulnar couldn't take much more. The brawny chieftain gripped Umika's hips in two white-knuckled fists and leaned forward, biting her left nipple as she cried out, "He's cumming inside me!" and he came, seed splurging up her once-virgin twat.

The princess moaned and encircled Vulnar's neck with her graceful arms to keep herself from falling backward. As she sagged against Vulnar's chest, she felt the barbarian's galloping heartbeat and knew that she had brought him great pleasure, which made her feel oddly satisfied despite her disgust and humiliation.

"Not bad for your first fuck, girl...but as I recall, you never finished what you started with me," Sarkon growled. Suddenly Umika looked over to see Sarkon's huge, angry cock merely inches from her face. Umika opened her mouth to protest, but instead his cock thrust between her lips. She realized it would be better not to argue, and instead she suckled Sarkon's cock, rippling her jaw back and forth along his dripping shaft with desperate zeal. Her fingers fondled his scrotum as her tongue clasped the vein-bulging underside of his cock and caressed this way and that. 

Meanwhile beneath her Vulnar simply lay, satiated, his cock still nestled in her sticky cunt. 

Umika wondered what turn her captivity could possibly take to make it any worse. And how soon could she help deliver her sisters from the clutches of this depraved warlord? These questions swirled in the back of Umika's mind as the gorgeous girl slurped zealously on Sarkon's immortal dick. 

*****

The sounds of Umika's slurps filled the tent as she slid her tongue up and down the hard flesh of Sarkon's prick. The warlord groaned contentedly, his hands fisting in her tresses of ebon hair. "Yes, now this is what a princess's tongue should FEEL like," Sarkon growled. "You make me want to burst in that pretty mouth." Vulnar idly squeezed Umika's nipples, his cock re-hardening even as it lay enclosed in her intimate heat. The sight of his Master's cock pressed into Umika's mouth made Vulnar groan with lust. 

"What say you, Chieftain of Secondary rank? Was the plunder this day worth the effort?" Sarkon asked mildly. His second-in-command groaned, pinching Umika's nipples hard as Umika moaned. 

"Indeed, Master. Quite so." Vulnar massaged the girl's breasts until Sarkon could withstand it no more. He grasped Umika by the neck and shoved her face all the way onto his penis, exploding in her mouth. 

"Take your reward, little bitch!" Umika gasped as surging cum rippled down her lips and chin, oozing in gooey strands to her chest. She made a gurgling sound, spitting out more of Sarkon's cum on the tent's makeshift floor of matting before staring down in shock at the glaciers of cum which covered her once pristine breasts. 

"You dare fail to swallow the cum of our Warlord and immortal king?" Vulnar accused, slapping Umika across the cheek as the girl tipped sideways in a naked heap. 

"Unngh!" she groaned, covering her face with her hands as she felt the grip of fear and saw Vulnar rise up over her, fists clenched. 

"That is enough, My Second. She did not know what she did. I will punish her for that transgression later." Umika wondered at the insane sense of relief that washed over her at the sound of Sarkon's voice. How crazy was this, that her one rapist and captor had to fend off the brutalities of one of his own henchmen? What would become of her? 


Sarkon's Spoils: Captured Family



Umika's eyes slowly opened. She was aware of water trickling somewhere...probably some underground river that ran down through the hills. She smelled the pungent after-scent of sexual intercourse and wakened to see Sarkon's supine form quietly laid back on the Altar of Sheol. The warlord's First Wife, Malanya, lay beside him, her naked body molded tightly against Sarkon's side. To her surprise, Umika found that she had cuddled up against Sarkon's other side. Her breasts rubbed against the warmth of his chest, and she could feel the steady drumbeat of his heart. 

For all she knew they been lying like this for hours. She slowly tried to sit up, the soreness between her legs palpable.

'Oh god. That bastard truly fucked me.' She couldn't remember everything clearly now, but a sudden melancholy gripped her. She thought of her sisters. Ishinai, her younger sister and Culiko, her older sister. Once they had all three been princesses. Now, even though Umika had found a way to be treasured and cared for by one of the most powerful men who walked the earth, her sisters faced dishonor...or worse.

'What will Father do with Ishinai?' she thought ruefully. Impregnated and dishonored, she would be damaged goods to him. Unusable except maybe as a minor enticement for some lower class merchant whose family connections might bring Father some benefit. He would trade Ishinai's body for access to new, lucrative trade deals to fill the imperial coffers. That was most likely.

And Culiko? Her fate seemed muddier. She was too loyal to their bastard of a Father. Yet if she did get bargained back, Father would see her as sullied goods too. But with her headstrong spirit, she might very well dissuade the few minor suitors who might be willing to take her hand in marriage. Father would probably end up sending her to a monastery to live out her life in abject solitude. Compared to that, Umika mused, being a sex slave fucking and sucking men's cocks seemed like heaven.

Her reverie abruptly dissipated as Malanya stirred. Umika gaped at Malanya's gorgeous tits and her pouting cunt lips, sticky with dried cum. 

Malanya gave Umika a strange look. Where the Wujanian princess expected to see hostility, she saw...could it be sympathy?

"What are you staring at, cunt? By the way, you are to call me Greater Mistress or First Wife the first time you address me."

"Y-yes Greater Mistress," Umika sighed, turning her eyes downward. "Forgive this slave's foolish audacity in letting her eyes dwell on your gorgeous figure."

Malanya laughed. "You think so, truly? You think I am gorgeous?"

Umika smiled hesitantly. "Is that so odd to say?"

"Yes, actually, now that you ask." Malanya gave a sardonic smile. "There are many rivals for my husband's attentions. Many power-obsessed or sex-addicted sluts bad mouth me at every turn as long as they can get away with it. My husband has 108 lowly sex slaves, 49 sex slave mistresses and 11 wives. Few of Sarkon's mistresses are on good speaking terms with me."

"Forgive me for saying, Greater Mistress, but why are you even confiding this to the likes of me? Earlier you told me that you would not forgive me for what I had done, seducing your husband into initiating me as one of his sex slave mistresses."

Malanya gave Umika a curious look. "You really are too honest for your own good sometimes, aren't you Umika? I think you're clever when you need to be around men, but with women you seem to lack the same guile." Then she laughed, a self-deprecating music as she gestured toward Umika. "You'll have to forgive the harshness of my words earlier. When I'm feeling horny I sometimes say brutal things that I don't mean. Watching you sitting with your cunt hugging my husband's cock was more than bit maddening. I couldn't just let that stand without some punishment."

Feeling the tenderness in her tits and cunt made Umika blush, but soon her blush was forgotten in the wake of Malanya's forward questioning.

"I saw a pang of sadness in your eyes, Umika. Tell me what you were thinking."

"I am thinking that though I am content to be your husband's sex slave and Mistress, my sisters seem destined for other paths. I may not agree with my sisters or share their loyalties, but they are my sisters. I love them and wish not to be parted from them."

"Hmm. I can understand that," Malanya replied. "What if I told you I might at least convince Sarkon to keep one of them?"

A seed of hope sprouted in Umika's breast. "You would do this for me? But you hardly know me."

Malanya gave a sultry giggle, her hand reaching out to lightly caress Umika's tit. "I have tasted your juices lingering on my husband's cock. I can also size up a man or woman's character with a glance. I have no fears, dear girl. I know you well enough."

Umika sighed, trying to make that impossible decision. Whom to suggest, Ishinai or Culiko? Ishinai would be more malleable and willing. But Umika felt closer to Culiko. They were closer in age, and as children had gone off on many adventures together through their Father's sprawling estates.

"Ishinai?" Malanya asked. "I think she would be willing enough. Sarkon could send Culiko with your Ambassador and keep Ishinai as one of his harem fuck-slaves. She would be safe and looked after. He doesn't need Culiko as a bargaining coin anyway. That was just a bonus. In simply possessing you and Ishinai, he will pave the pathway for all he seeks."

"What does he seek, if I may ask?" Umika found herself saying before she could stop herself. "Did he simply slaughter our soldiers so that he could proclaim that he had captured three princesses and boast of his deeds? Father will be furious. He will come at him hard, like a hammer."

Malanya nodded. "True, Umika, but this is what my husband desires. I do not know how sheltered a life you lived back in your homeland, but I think you know that your father was using your marriages to form a political alliance with my husband's enemies in Zubia. He would not stand for it. He WILL not. By preventing those marriages from ever taking place, he has isolated your father and forced his hand. With the borders between Zubia and Easteros crawling with my husband's Dark Horde, no messenger will get through to tell the Zubian King what has befallen the three of you."

Umika made a sudden gasp of recognition. "Ahh...so King Faizhul of Zubia will not know whether my father chose to renege on our deal...or whether my sisters and I were legitimately waylaid!"

"Exactly," Malanya replied. "While the Zubians are frozen with a lack of information, your father will be forced to act in order to avenge his daughters. Not doing so would make him look weak to his own people, even if he cared nothing for the three of you. He will come. Your father will come, and when he does Sarkon will be waiting for him."

The naked princess sighed. She felt a little sorry for her father. For once her father, the all-knowing Emperor worshipped by all her people, would find himself in the net of a spider larger than himself. She would try not to revel in his downfall, but she wouldn't dwell on it either. As Umika glanced back at Sarkon she saw his eyes snap open. 

During or before their sleep Malanya must have undone her husband's bonds. He stretched his arms, cracking joints and flexing muscles. "How are my two cute cunts doing? Have we slept the morning away?" he asked with a grim smile.

"I fear we have, Master," Malanya replied.

"Then there is no time to waste. I must go. The sealing of the Zubian border must be finalized. I've sent my best horsemen to choke off every pass and trail, but there are always more details to be checked and re-checked." The warlord sighed as he rose. He pointed at Umika. "You will accompany First Wife later this evening if she wishes it. Until then you are to submit to Vulnar and do whatever he says. Understand?"

"Yes, Master," Umika replied. 

"As for you, my love, I will see you soon. Get ready to ride." He kissed the brunette hottie gently, but his arms encircled her with need, crushing her breasts as a soft moan lilted between her lips. His regrown cock pressed against her belly above the shaved muff above her pussy. He sighed with inevitability. "You make my dick hard, damn you."

The gorgeous brunette grinned impishly, grasping her husband's cock. "Foolish male. That's one of my most important jobs." After they kissed once more, Sarkon pulled away with a groan before striding quickly into the darkness.

*****

Five hours later...

Umika watched, her lips trembling. It was difficult to see this all unfold. The four girls who had been the sexual virgin gifts for King Faizhul had been spared any discomforts during the previous night. Sarkon's men had been too busy in the aftermath of yesterday's battle. But now, at near noon-time on the day after, the men had broken their mid-day fast and gulped down enough fermented alcohol to unleash their savage natures. 

Umika watched poor Sequne and Caysia as the clothes were ripped from their bodies. Sequne had the face of an angel, her body lithe and supple with short black hair. Caysia was taller, her nose not quite sculpted to the same perfection, but her tits, hairless belly, and thighs were equally salivating to the male eye, and her hair hung in long glossy strands down her back.

"Princess, help us!" Sequne cried. Two barbaric men had stripped themselves naked and dragged her into a tent just outside the extensive network of caves. The first man had spread Sequne's arms wide, holding her down. The second man spread her thighs, his tongue laving deeply at her silky pussy. The virgin's groans rose in pitch as the man's ministrations grew fiercer, unyielding. His tongue lapped up her gathering moistness. 

"Mmm...this bitch tastes good. I can't wait to sink my cock in her tight pussy and give her an Easterosi brat!" the cunt-licking man laughed. 

Meanwhile Caysia struggled in the arms of Galal's first captain, Oterok. Oterok's swarthy form was crowned by an ugly face with a huge misshapen nose and pale, yellowish eyes. He looked more ogre than man, but he fought like a demon and the men respected him. 

Oterok's cock was huge, at least 13 inches of hardened flesh. He was sitting in a yew-backed chair, trying with difficulty to position Caysia's pussy onto his waiting manhood. The naked girl's struggles turned her cunt into a moving target. In frustration he started to ask one of the men, "Help me impale this bitch!"

But Umika could watch these brutal rapes no longer. Vulnar had left with Galal, and in the absence of Sarkon's two chief lieutenants all pandemonium had broken loose. Umika threw off her robe. She rushed over to where Caysia struggled, flailing her pussy just out of range of Oterok's protruding cock-head. The guards Vulnar had left to watch over Umika stood by impassively. They remained aloof as long as Umika herself was not being threatened.

Umika knelt by Caysia. She gently gripped Oterok's cock and began to slurp up and down his shaft. Oterok groaned in shock. 

"What are you...?" he began.

"There's no need to fuck her dry, Sir. Let me lick you and suck her clit to get you two started nice and wet." Saying this, Umika flung her tongue against that vein-engorged prick and then gently squeezed it with her hand. Oterok practically crooned as she mouthed his cock. The naked princess impaled her mouth until she had him all the way encased between her cute lips. She relaxed her throat before easing her mouth up and down his impressive penis. As she did this the pre-cum began to squelch in earnest, and his cock hardened like a gleeful, demonic worm.

Umika groaned as glistening strands of pre-cum dangled from her lips when she finally pulled her lips free of that monster. She then leaned in, suckling Caysia's clit.

"Please Princess Umika, NO!" Caysia squealed. Clearly the virgin girl was horrified at what Umika was doing. But very soon, with her cunt responding and her juices beginning to flow, Caysia's body overrode her wishes. The virgin slave-girl's face turned a bright red. She thrashed and squirmed with Umika's tongue dancing methodically against her joy button.

"Mmmm...it's okay, Caysia. You taste almost ready, sweetheart. Just fuck my tongue. Pretend it's a miniature cock. Soon you will feel so good with a much bigger cock inside you, pressing against you in good places and making you feel so special." It was part lie, of course. Umika knew that the virgin girl would have considerable discomfort, this being her first time taking a cock, let alone a huge 13-inch penis like Oterok's. But at least her pussy was slick and ready now. And Caysia's clit was now beaded into a hard nub. Caysia's eyes squeezed shut as she moaned and pressed her pussy eagerly towards Umika's mouth for the first time.

"Princess Umika, please don't let him fuck me...I'm...I'm not meant for him!" Caysia groaned plaintively. Yet even as Caysia protested, Umika firmly positioned Oterok's cock-head between Caysia's delicate labia. Lined up, Umika gently pressed down on the slender girl's hips to make Caysia take in the first few inches of manhood. Oterok growled, flinging his hips upward to fully embed his cock in Caysia's damp heat.

Caysia's eyes screwed shut even more tightly as she felt her hymen burst. Blood trickled down Oterok's shaft, but the lust-crazed brute hardly noticed. He continued pumping his cock upward, spearing Caysia's busted cunt with animalistic fervor. 

"UUUuhhh...fuck girl, your wet clam needs to stay around my cock forever. MMmmm!!" Oterok growled. Umika shuffled backward on her hands and knees, admiring her accomplishment. The girl was still being impaled by that awful cock. But instead of tears in her eyes, there was just this contorted expression of discomfort. And even that soon gave way to strengthening coos of delight as Oterok's cock began to thrust faster and faster up Caysia's already nicely-moistened snatch. 

"Uh...uh...uh...yes, fuck me," Caysia crooned ten minutes later. "Fuck my pussy. Fill my cunt with your nasty seed. I don't care." The girl's body twitched and spasmed as orgasm rolled through her. Oterok groaned in delight as she squeezed her cunt muscles around his cock. 

Umika glanced back at Sequne's plight. Unfortunately she had fared not as well without Umika's intervention. The cunt-licking man was now slamming his cock into her pussy so hard that she struggled and begged for him to slow the pace. Her pussy hadn't had a chance to get enough lubrication, and the girl's fear had made her tight and stiff. Meanwhile the man pinning her wrists decided to shove his huge cock down her throat, stifling her protests. As his cock slammed towards her esophagus again and again streams of pre-cum painted her chin and lips until he exploded all over her nose, eyes, and cheeks. 

"MMMpphhh...EEEW. Nasty freaks. Stop hurting me!" Sequne wailed. Umika put a hand on the raping man's shoulder and persuaded him to meet her gaze.

"Please Sir, take your magnificent cock out of her pussy. Let me fuck you instead. She can then drink your cum out of my pussy."

The raping warrior named Gurec readily agreed. "Go ahead, then. But this whiny bitch better suck up ALL of it once I'm finished in you."

Umika nodded gravely, kneeling doggy-style as Gurec took position. He carefully lined his cock up behind her sexy ass, copping a good feel of those smooth butt cheeks before sinking himself in deep. Umika groaned, but it didn't matter. She was already wet and ready from watching all the hot action. The naked princess slammed her thighs back to meet Gurec's piston, startling her rapist with her decisive push. Gurec groaned as Umika gave him the fuck of his life. 

She slammed her hips back, gripping him tightly in her sheath. "Yes, Sir. Fuck me. My pussy is yours!" Umika cooed. She slammed harder, faster, fucking the very cock that was trying to plunge so deep into her twat. The young princess felt her legs turn to liquid. The spasms swamped her. Her orgasm overthrew all senses, and once her tremors had finished she had the audacity to turn around and kiss him hard on the mouth.

Gurec's stifled groan changed to a tone of surprise. Then he stood up, picking her up by the waist with his bulging biceps. His cock still rigid, he impaled Umika's dripping cunt on his thick manhood. Umika's squeals filled the room. She humped him hard, her legs lassoed around his clenching buttocks. As her ass cheeks bobbed up and down with his hands to cup them, Gurec's companion, who had sprayed cum in Sequne's face earlier, thrust Sequne to her knees behind Umika.

"OK bitch. Show your gratitude for the fucking this girl is taking in your place. Let me see you eat out her cute ass!" Groaning with reluctance, Sequne flicked her tongue into Umika's ass. The sensation was exquisite, sending the young princess right over the edge. She came hard on Gurec's cock, and then Gurec returned the favor. Impaling himself completely to his testicles, he grunted a copious release. 

As Umika stepped away from him on shaky legs, Sequne knelt between her legs with her mouth wide-open. Long strands of cum dropped from between Umika's sticky cunt-lips, where Sequne swallowed every last drop hungrily.

Her eyes said it all. The message in Sequne's grateful expression was, 'Thank you for taking that punishing cock in my place'. 

Umika smiled back at her, gently taking hold of her hand. It looked like the men were beginning to tire. The other two girls, Taysia and Kolna, had been forced to straddle rigid penises while their asses were drilled by hard, greedy cocks. Both girls lay with blood and cum streaming from ruined ass holes and more jism pooled between their thoroughly raped pussies. 

The Wujanian princess looked down sadly at the two girls she hadn't been able to save from the worst of the ordeal. But at least she had done something. Umika hoped that in the days to come she might teach Sarkon's brutes some measure of mercy in dealing with their female captives. This became her new goal, her new hope. 

*****

Somewhere in Wujania...

The blonde slave girl possessed easily some of the biggest tits any girl could have while still having pleasing proportions. Emperor Gaoja was a tall, slightly pudgy man, but his cock was still vigorous and in its prime. The almond-eyed man had skin of yellowing complexion, almost like aged parchment. He lay back with the sun bathing him in morning light while Slave Lyssa gently humped his cock with her tight snatch. It wasn't often that the Emperor gave a lowly, newly purchased slave such a privilege. Enfolding a royal cock was indeed a privilege to any slave girl who worked in the Emperor's sprawling palace complex. 

But the girl's tits were absolutely mesmerizing. Flawlessly mouthwatering. And the sexy look on the bitch's face was more than enticing. It drove his cock mad, the way the 18-year-old slave seemed to look so longingly at his penis. She had a tiny birthmark between her nose and lips which for some reason made her all the more alluring.

"Uhhh...that's it cunt. I want it nice and slow." 

"Yes my Emperor! Please let me use this worthless pussy to encase your divine cock!" she crooned. The voluptuous blonde humped his cock as he sat atop his throne. He eased down, spearing his cock higher up, feeling himself straining to grind more deeply inside her.

She spasmed, her ass cheeks jiggling as she moaned, "YES, great one, oh FUCK this slave's worthless little snatch. I want to have your children, Great One. Impregnate me with child!"

As the slave girl finished pulsing on Gaoja's penis, the Emperor thought ruefully how much he yearned for progeny, any progeny...if only of the MALE variety. He had four daughters and no sons. His wives had all failed him, and no matter how many gorgeous young slave girls he fucked, none had acquiesced to the demands of the Heavens that he have a son and heir to continue the dynastic line.




Sarkon's Spoils: Captured Family



Gaoja cupped Lyssa's cute face, gently rubbing his thumb over her lips and thrusting his cock upward into her hot snatch. "Mmm," was her muffled groan. He slapped her hard on the ass cheeks and told her to fuck harder. He laid back, sinking further onto the throne's plush cushions, as Lyssa's pussy squeezed his cock like the feminine glove of the Heavens. "Ooohhh yes...it's so deep, Great One. Your cock's deep inside me!" she purred. She knew dirty talk sometimes made his cock firm up.

The shrewd Gaoja grasped a candle from its position and poured wax dribbles all over Lyssa's tits. Lyssa squealed in pain, and the sudden writhings of her pussy clenching around his cock sent him over the precipice. Goaja's grunt of triumph was bettered by the eruption of cum surging up Lyssa's twat. The blonde slave-girl moaned in a mixture of pain and relief as Gaoja pushed her off of his cock before she could leak any sticky cum onto his imperial legs.

Clutching a hand to her sore pussy to hold in the oozing jism, Slave Lyssa walked awkwardly to the waiting bath which Gaoja's household staff had wisely pre-arranged the moment Lyssa had entered Gaoja's chambers.

It was at this time that an official was announced by the guards at the entranced to the throne room. He wore the official messenger's garb, a black vest and leggings embroidered with dragons scaled in blue and gold. Bowing low, he extended both arms.

"Mighty Emperor, I bring a message left by a barbarian horseman at the gates to our great city. It is for your eyes only, and he claims that these scrawls have come from the steppes of Easteros, written by Sarkon, king among the savages."

Gaoja was thunderstruck, but he took the well-worn parchment and read the words within. His eyes widened, and his body stiffened in outrage. The Emperor of Wujania surged to his feet. 

"Employ my best riders and the Palace Guard. I will don my battle armor."

"Yes, Great One." The hesitation in the messenger's eyes told the Emperor how unusual the Emperor's request was. It had been several years since Gaoja had gone on campaign, and he was no longer the flawlessly muscled warrior-Emperor he had been in his youth. But the messenger was smart enough to know that asking the Emperor if he was sure about doing anything was showing disrespect tantamount to insubordination. It could get his head separated from his shoulders, and the messenger knew it. Like all good followers, the messenger kept his mouth shut regardless of his thoughts.

Gaoja stared down at the note once more. His vision seethed in brilliant red. 

"My envoys have your eldest daughter a day's ride south of your capital. I have kept the younger two as my personal possessions. Consider this a fee for entering my lands without permission. I have enjoyed Umika and Ishinai's supple, young bodies and shown them new delights. No need to thank me. I have sent you the remaining daughter so that she may tell you more of my hospitality. Feel free to retrieve her up as soon as you may."

-Sarkon, Lord of Earth and Skies

The Emperor's attendants strode into the hall, two them carrying a huge chest encrusted with gold filigree. Opening it, they quickly strapped on the Emperor's breastplate and armor. The white dragon emblazoned on the dark iron breastplate seemed to leap out with its own attack strike. The Emperor hafted his sword, pulling it from its sheath. It sang in a deadly whisper. "Ahh, Watersting, my old friend. It has been too long since I felt the bite your steel on the flesh of an enemy." All that would soon change. He would make an example of Sarkon's envoys first, beheading them with a public spectacle before rescuing Culiko. Then he would lead an invasion the likes of which that barbarian and his 'Dark Horde' of ragged horse-worshippers had never seen. 

Gaoja glanced at one of his attendants. "Inform the Prime Counselor that I will see him immediately." Prime Counselor Shan'ri was the Emperor's trusted court official and senior spell-weaver. He would send out the conscript notices to raise an army unlike anything Wujania had seen in over a decade. He would also summon the Emperor Gaoja's council of spell-weavers. These were some of the rare practitioners of White Magic, widely viewed as weaker than the Dark Magics used by most sorcerers and men. But in one aspect White Magic could be the equal of anything among the Dark Arts, and that was in the art of protection. The spell-weavers would ward Gaoja's troops, shielding them from Sarkon's nether-creatures and vile powers. 

Gaoja knew that this day forward there would be only one task. Invasion. Vengeance.

*****

Ishinai didn't know what to think of the strange situation. At one time her destiny had been to return to her father in disgrace. But it seemed someone had swayed her captor's mind. Sarkon, clothed fully in his sweat-covered battle armor, sighed wearily as he strode into the tent and began stripping out of his gear. 

Ishinai sat on plush cushions in the corner of the tent. She had been idly drawing with parchment and pigments given to her by Vulnar. Many of the plundered objects in the room were of great beauty, and in particular the pewter phoenix with purplish-amethyst eyes had caught her favor. She was nearly finished drawing it when the now naked Sarkon roughly gestured toward her.

"Come, little one. I have had a rough day. Your drawing can wait. My cock needs a little attention."

The naked princess shuffled unsteadily toward her captor because her ankles were shackled. As she knelt before him Culiko was ushered into the room by two rough-looking horsemen. The anger-filled eyes of the eldest daughter swept the room before settling on Sarkon with a baleful glare. 

Sarkon gave a mocking bow. "Ahhh yes. The feisty sister comes. As you can see, I have chosen not to send you and Ishinai away after all. Your sister Umika must have spoken with great eloquence to my First Wife, for Malanya urged that I spare you both the dishonor of a homeward journey and adopt you as petty sex slaves until I decide whether you are fit for my harem."

"I have sent an envoy to your father's capital with a false note saying that you are with a delegation of my men a day's ride south, near the village of Shanzei. Of course in truth this 'delegation' is a raiding party led by Galal, captain of the lancers, with a decoy dressed to look like you. They will await your father's response near the capital and ambush him if he tries to fetch you too hastily. Let us hope his judgment is overcome with emotion, yes? With any luck your father will rush to rescue you before bringing proper force. Who knows...perhaps he will meet his demise before the first Wujanian soldier has even invaded my lands? What say you to that, Culiko?"

The red-haired girl was naked, her wrists chained in front of her. Her pale body sported breasts which hung like ripe melons begging to be suckled and devoured. Culiko's rich brown eyes calmed with difficulty, their hatred subsiding into numbness and then careful calculation. 

She merely nodded. What more could she say? For the first time she realized that this course of events might be better. She loved Father, but he had no use for a sullied princess turned unmarriageable, and hearing her awful recounting of Sarkon's savagery would only enrage him and lead him to rash decisions. No, better to bide her time and give her captor a false sense of security. Father would not fall for any traps. Father would come soon enough with an army to avenge their dishonor. Then she would live out her life peacefully in one of Wujania's monasteries, cared for as Father saw fit.

"Yes, Master. I am glad that you have kept me." 

Sarkon's eyebrow arched in surprise. "Is that so? Then show me this 'gladness,' cunt. Come here."

Culiko groaned as Sarkon stalked over to her, cupping her chin and forcing her lips to be smothered by his own. She was not enthusiastic in the kiss, and Sarkon suddenly smacked her naked ass cheeks hard as she squeaked in surprise.

"A little more encouragement would be nice, slave. Put a little effort into it." Culiko gasped, feeling Sarkon's hard prick graze her abdomen. Oh god, he was huge. She remembered that cock fucking her before, but she had thought that it would all be over in a matter of days. Now she knew that her days of enduring would at least stretch out to a week, maybe more. It would take Father time to muster his army.

"Forgive me, Master." She gently grasped Sarkon's cock, pumping it gently as it sprang to life between her fingers. The brutal warlord groaned, his hands sliding along her naked back, caressing her spine. 

"Yes, girl. Just like that." He motioned for the guards to undo Ishinai's shackles, telling the other naked princess to approach. 

Ishinai knelt as commanded, but the youngest daughter risked asking, "Please Master, can you tell us where Umika is?"

Sarkon chuckled. "She is fine, youngest slut. She and Malanya are even now asleep. I allowed them to accompany me on my rounds, readying the men for war. I'm afraid it has tired them. But you two have been allowed to rest, and now I think that you should give thanks that I have decided to keep your cute pussies." The brutal warlord clapped his hands and the struggling Wujanian Ambassador, Zhaolu, was ushered into the room, his wrists bound behind him. The naked man was quickly thrust sitting onto a stool of rock, his ankles bound fast to the stool's base. 

Sarkon glanced over at the struggling man. He had been gagged, and his muffled protests spewed useless half-formed obscenities. "Culiko, you have not had the pleasure of experiencing your Ambassador's cock yet. It's time we changed that." Gripping Culiko by the nape of her slender neck, Sarkon led her to a struggling Zhaolu. The Ambassador writhed, but his wrist and ankle-bonds held. His cock was semi-flaccid. He was clearly resisting the urge to show any lust. 

"Take heart, Ambassador. My use for you is almost complete. Now that I have decided not to send back any of the princesses, your utility has plummeted. Enjoy my gift to you now. It will be your last."

Saying this, Sarkon gave a grim smile and motioned Culiko to administer to the man's penis. The redheaded beauty knelt, her almond-shaped eyes startled as the cock jumped to life the moment her tongue's tip touched his penis. 

"Suck him, bitch. I want to see you gagging on it," Sarkon growled. In the meantime he thrust Ishinai on her hands and knees, his fingers roughly plunging into her pussy, in and out, in and out. Ishinai's moans mingled with the wet sounds of Sarkon's ramming fingers. 

"Your little sister is already wet for my hard cock. She truly is a shameless whore." Ishinai bobbed her head 'yes', knowing to be submissive or else.

"Yes, Master. Please put it in me. Oh god, I want your cock so bad!" Ishinai begged. She looked back, aware of Sarkon suddenly inserting a wooden dildo-cock between her pussy lips. She bit her lip, moaning as it filled her up. 

"This is all you get for now, bitch. I want you to squeeze your cunt muscles around it. It'll be good practice for you. You don't get a real cock until you cum on it." The young warlord gripped the end of the dildo, slowing shoving it back and forth as Ishinai's breasts began to ache, her nipples hardening and her toes curling as her body responded to the invasion.

"Please Master, no more!" Ishinai moaned. 

Meanwhile Culiko's mouth was now stuffed full of engorged Zhaolu dick. The ambassador's cock was sprouting pre-cum, the salty taste dancing on Culiko's palate. The girl thrust her mouth up and down, milking Zhaolu's shaft as the dick became slimy with pre-cum, and then more and more rigid as her tongue pressed ever firmer against his cock's underside. 

Ishinai glanced at her oldest sister's mouth impaled on the Ambassador's cock. Her cute buttocks was bouncing up and down in rhythm to the sucking motion. Oddly enough, Ishinai found that the sight of her sister sucking cock was a major turn-on. She groaned more loudly as the wooden dildo thrust in and out of her snatch. She looked back, biting her lip as Sarkon reached a new hand around her front, cupping her mound and teasing her clit as the dildo-cock vanished more rapidly into her warm glove.

"Please Master...uhhh...god...it's huge Master, but not as good as your hot, hard cock," Ishinai begged.

Culiko glanced over at her youngest sister, ashamed that Ishinai had now become as shamelessly slutty as Umika. 'Am I the only one who can hold out, who can keep from becoming a shameless sex toy to this evil sadist?' she wondered. 

Culiko's mouth enveloped the Ambassador's shaft. The Ambassador's prolonged groan told Culiko that he was very close to cumming. The naked redhead bounded her mouth up and down his cock in a flurry of motion, hoping to make him erupt. But then she heard those awful words from Sarkon.

"Well done, redhead bitch. You got him HARD. Now mount up." Culiko sighed, but she did as she was told. The pale-breasted cutie mounted her fellow captive, positioning her delicate labia over his rigid cock. She felt his cock-head enter her first, then lowered herself the whole way, feeling her pussy clench around his warm shaft. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, and that was what galled the eldest princess the most. Part of her did like it. Part of core blossomed with tingling fire. She had to press her shackled hands to the Ambassador's neck and hold onto him for leverage.

She grunted, sliding her pussy up and down that forcibly aroused penis. The Ambassador shook his head, moaning in protest. Culiko looked down sadly at her Father's trusted diplomat. 'Forgive me, Zhaolu,' she thought. 'Still, I must do this. I fear disobeying him.'

Culiko soon discovered that she was right to be afraid. Suddenly a hand snaked out, smacking her breasts as she cried out. 

"Fuck him faster than that, you lazy bitch. I want to see that cunt HUMPING his hard shaft until he cums inside you!" Sarkon growled. Culiko nodded, humping faster. Her pussy was lifting off of the ambassador's cock only to slam back down, slurping up all that man-meat in the folds of her soft sex.

Culiko's groans joined Ishinai's. Culiko looked to her side just in time to see her youngest sister climax on the wooden dildo. The girl shuddered, her juices splashing all over the sex toy. As Sarkon pulled it out, the thing was actually dripping. Culiko was appalled.

"Please Master...now give me your cock," Ishinai crooned. Sarkon dragged the lust-filled girl to her feet and stood up, attaching her wrists to chains which dangled from the top of the tent-pole. They forced her body up high, her toes hardly able to touch the floor as Sarkon stepped between her legs.

"Let's fuck then. Wrap your sexy thighs around your Master," Sarkon intoned. Ishinai gasped as his hands grasped her thighs, pulling them apart. He teased her clit a little, watching her writhe with a growing smile. Then he lifted her legs, spreading them wide as he speared his cock hard below her pubic muff. The girl cried out as the cock lurched forward, nestling deep in her core. The girl was soon bouncing up and down the young warlord's cock, her cries filling the tent. 

"Uhhh...Master, fuck me. Fuck me hard. Oh god, your cock is so deep inside me! It's going to cum inside me!"

"That's right, bitch. Enjoy the ride while you can." Sarkon lightly smacked her in the face between thrusts with one hand, his other hand cupping her ass for the sake of leverage. He turned to look at Culiko, who by now was bounding like a nympho-maniac on the Ambassador's straining prick. 

"Make him cum now, bitch...or I'll have you sit your ASS on his cock instead." Duly motivated, Culiko rammed her pale body down Zhaolu's penis so hard she thought his cock might embed itself permanently in her soft sex. She felt a bomb of seed spew in her pussy, warming up her insides as Zhaolu shuddered and grunted through his gag.

She looked over at her now satisfied captor. Ishinai's legs were wrapped around the man's muscular legs, and she threw her head back, screaming as she came hard on her rapist's cock. Her Master was not long in joining her, adding Ishinai to his list of sexual conquests. His cock twitched and emptied, filling her up with his jism until their panting bodies leaned against one another, joined yet still. 

"You are one pleasing fuck, Ishinai. I'll have to take you to the Altar of Sheol and consummate you as one of my official Mistresses to join your sister," Sarkon sighed. 

The immortal warlord mused about what might be done with even the most difficult of the three cunts. Perhaps eventually even the redheaded bitch could become an enthusiastic fuck-slave fit for his harem. The days of training might be long, but the more he thought about it, the more possessing all three of the Wujanian princesses as his intimate companions appealed to Sarkon. 

Unfortunately those thoughts had to fade from his mind at the same time his cock began to wilt, spent and satisfied. He had an invasion to prepare for, an ambush to ready. Sarkon knew that the bait had been set. The Emperor of Wujania and he had a day of reckoning, and it would not be long in coming. 

*****

It was a game of hurry up and wait for Galal and his Easterosi raiders. They had entered Wujanian land with their decoy in tow, a Wujanian servant girl dressed as a princess. Word had been sent to the Wujanian capital, and Galal's outriders waited along the main highway and along other possible routes from which the Emperor and his warriors might come. Galal would be warned ahead of time should the Emperor come in haste unprepared. The trap was already set. 

Until then, time and boredom reigned. Galal and his lieutenant, Hurim, had taken control of a wealthy rural family's villa on a pinnacle overlooking the village of Shanzei. The father of the family, Daoshun, was a minor court official who had been on holiday with his wife and daughter. Without warning the raiders had swept into the villa's courtyard in the night, capturing the poor family and their servants and using it as their base of operations. 

Now, as dawn's early light filtered through the giant oak trees which bordered the secluded villa, Galal and his men were growing dangerously bored and restless. It would be at least another 24 hours until the Emperor could receive the rider's message and hopefully speed towards the arranged ambush. Until then, the Easterosi commander knew he had time on his hands...

He thought of the soft bureaucrat and his family. These inferior Wujanians did not have the same noble blood as the Easterosi. They were like parasites that lived off the land but did not know or understand it. He doubted that Daoshun, the man of the house, had ever so much as snared a rabbit or skinned an antelope. Galal's prejudice against the Wujanians had only grown during his journey northward after seeing the caravans of slaves destined to be sold as house servants to the wealthy. 

Some of those slaves had come from Easteros. The grim warrior had already considered butchering this rich villa owner and his family...but not before he and his men had had their fun.

Stripped of his battle gear, the lithe, muscular body of Galal was like a rare specimen of masculine perfection. His chest was flat and hard, more like steel than flesh. He and Hurim had been playing a game of dice at the table in the banquet room for the past two hours, and finally Galal could stand it no longer. He slammed his fist on the table.

"I say we entertain ourselves in more interesting ways, Brother. What say you? I think we have waited long enough to sample the finest wares in this house."

Galal looked meaningfully to the storage pantry where Daoshun's gorgeous wife, Whuka, and their beautiful daughter, Nurika, had been locked up. Daoshun had been hogtied and thrown in with them, helpless as a baby lamb. 




Sarkon's Spoils: Captured Family



Nodding, Hurim gathered a few of the men and told them of the sport that awaited them. Their boredom immediately dissipated, replaced with an abiding hunger. 

Gesturing at Galal, Hurim stepped back and allowed his commander to do the honors. The women cried out as Galal yanked them roughly into the banquet hall. Their father was soon to follow. 

Pretty Nurika was petite, with well-shaped little breasts and luxurious dark hair which streamed past her shoulders. Her cute, brown eyes went wide as she saw the voracious men all eying her. The girl's mother was frantic. 

"Please stop! What are you doing? We've let you take over our house! Just leave my family alone!" Whuka pleaded. The older woman was no longer a young chick, but she was still gorgeous. Tall, lithe in her own feminine way, with larger breasts and hips, she was everything a man could desire in the female sex. 

"We're going to have playtime now, mama," Galal growled. Saying this, Galal grabbed the simple silk night-shirt the woman wore, slicing it right down the middle with his knife. Whuka moaned, struggling in Galal's grip as he sliced away the panty underneath, leaving the mother as naked as the day of her birth. All the men greedily eyed her sweet, gorgeous body...taking in every curvature and the soft, roundness of her breasts.

"Mmm. What have we here? Your wife is a hot bitch, Minister Daoshun. You really shouldn't have been holding out on us like this," Galal hissed. 

"I don't think we'll be needing our clothing much longer, Brothers," Galal announced to his men, and soon enough they had all stripped equally naked. Their torsos of bristling muscles caught rays of morning sunlight through the villa's open windows. They looked like muscular gods or demons rather than men.

"First, let's have a little appetizer to tease our cocks, eh brothers?" Galal shouted. Hurim was content to let his commander lead...for now. He wasn't sure how much teasing he could withstand. The more he looked at the naked hottie in front of him, the less patient he became.

Whuka struggled as they sat her down, forcing her to kneel on the floor. Meanwhile two more men ripped Nurika's clothes off and yanked her panty down to her ankles.

"Kick them off, little slut. We want you completely naked." 

Hugging herself to cover her little breasts, the daughter complied. She had attained full womanhood, but her petite figure made her look longer than her years. All the men now ogled this new specimen of the female sex. Nurika's eyes bulged as she saw five cocks harden in her immediate vicinity and five pairs of eyes were glued to the downy triangle of pubic down between her legs. 

"Let's get Daddy naked and tie him on the table," Hurim suggested. Galal liked that idea, and with the help of his men they cut away Daoshun's clothes and wrestled the desperate man onto the table. They put him in a sitting position, spreading his legs wide and forcing him to recline a bit. Then they nailed a hook into the ceiling above his head, attached a chain to it, and ran that chain down to connect with a pair of shackles which they snapped around his wrists, forcing them high above his head. Two ropes were tied around his hips and ended in firm knots around the table's feet. 

Tying a rag of cloth around his eyes, they blinded him and stood back to admire their handiwork. 

"Stop this! You are acting like animals!" Daoshun bellowed. "I am a high court official of Wujania. I'll have your heads lopped off and fed to the dogs if you do not release us."

Galal smiled grimly. The man was all bluster, and they both knew it. He walked up the skinny court official and gently grasped the man's cock. 

"You're a little uptight, Minister Daoshun. Perhaps you need something to relax you...like your daughter's moist tongue slurping up and down your cock." Daoshun stiffened in horror at the very thought, and he began to protest loudly.

"Silence, you insolent Wujanian scum!" Galal snapped, backhanding Daoshun across the face again and again until the man's lips bled. At last the court official sagged in his bonds, pleading for no more pain.

"There, that was easy enough, now wasn't it? Be quiet while I do you a FAVOR." He turned to Hurim. "Bring the little slut here."

Nurika squirmed in her captor's grasp as he led her to the table. Her eyes widened with shock and horror at the sight of her dad's penis. She had never seen his penis and scrotum before. She had never seen her father naked at all. 

"Please, Sir, do not make me do this. He is my father!" Nurika cried.

"All the more reason to show him love then, little bitch," Hurim growled. Ignoring the mother's protests, Hurim gathered up Nurika's shiny, black hair away from her cute, sexy face and shoved that sensual mouth into her father's crotch. 

Nurika turned away, refusing to do as commanded. "NOOO! I won't do it! He's my father!" she groaned. Galal gave Hurim a pointed look, and the Easterosi barbarian returned with a long blade. He casually slid the blade across Daoshun's left hip. A thin stream of blood slid down his once unblemished skin as he struggled and groaned. 

"Is this what you want, girl? To watch your father gutted before your eyes? Start sucking dick or you can watch him DIE," Hurim hissed. 

This seemed to overwhelm the girl's resistance. Eyes filled with terror, the daughter leaned forward, her tongue tentatively flicking at her father's cock. 

"You can do better than that, little cunt!" Galal bellowed. He tightened his grip on her neck, shoving her face harder against Daoshun's crotch. "Lick his balls, bitch. I want to see you taste your daddy's nut sac."

Mewling for mercy, the girl reluctantly obeyed. Soon the sounds of her mouth sucking on Daoshun's balls filled the room. The father groaned as his daughter sucked his testicles hard, the wrinkled folds of his sac feeling the delicious pressure of her mouth and lips. The man's cock sprang to vivid, rigid glory, a cock as hard as any Galal had ever seen. The Easterosi commander smiled and gently stroked his hand down Nurika's naked back. 

"That's a good girl. Suck your daddy's balls a little longer." Nurika intensified her sucking, vacuuming the soft flesh into her mouth until her father's cock was hard as a slab of folded steel. 

"OK, time for the main event, cunt. Suck his cock now." Nurika obeyed, her tiny mouth slipping over her father's big dick. Her tongue slid up and down his shaft until it glistened proudly. Galal's free hand slid around the front of Nurika's neck, gripping her airway in a vice as he ordered her, "Now take him in your mouth all the way!"

Nurika sighed, plunging her mouth atop her father's cock. She nearly gagged on the rigid meat. 'Oh god, please let this be over quickly,' she begged inwardly. She couldn't believe that she had her daddy's cock in her mouth.

The sounds of slurping filled the room as Nurika's cute lips pressed in a constant 'O' around Daoshun's cock. She plunged her face down on her daddy's cock, feeling his arousal coat her tongue. Up and down, up and down, her cute face slid down the man's prick. Soon she tasted his precum leaking onto her tongue. She swept her tongue along the underside of her dad's manhood, pressing with loving firmness until Daoshun's penis throbbed in her hot mouth. 

"Yes...little bitch...keep that up. See how much your daddy likes it!" Galal growled. "Now let's get your hot cunt encasing his aching prick, shall we?"

Nurika's mouth withdrew with a loud gasp, one string of precum oozing from her lips. "What? NO! Anything but that, Sir! Oh god, you can't be serious. He's my father!! This is WRONG!!" she begged. But two men were already gripping the young woman, forcing her up onto the table to straddle her father's cock. 

Galal untied the blindfold and put his knife to the man's throat, ordering him to keep his eyes wide open.

"That's right, Daddy. I want you to watch every delicious second of this...as you feel your daughter's cunt gripping your cock like a silken glove," Galal growled. All these court bureaucrats were the same. They weren't real men. They knew nothing of the harsh life of the steppes or of survival. They were weak, like women in men's clothing. They didn't deserve to have wives or daughters. They deserved to be sex slaves every bit as wretched as their females.

Galal barked at Nurika to put her hands on daddy's shoulders. The frightened girl obeyed, sliding her hands up her father's chest and resting them gently on his broad shoulders. She looked down at her father's engorged penis. She couldn't believe how hard he was after only a short time with her mouth on his cock. 'Does he really find me so sexy? Why does he respond like this to his own daughter!'? She wondered. This was so wrong, so why did his cock seem so eager to be inside her? Why did her own pussy, never before having known a man, feel some tiny sense of anticipation? It was disturbing on so many levels. The slender girl shuddered as her nakedness perched poised above her father's cock. She watched as Galal grasped the base of daddy's cock, positioning that thick, bulbous head between her cunt lips.

"Are you ready, little bitch? Ready for the fucking of a lifetime?" Nurika shook her head, biting her lip in preparation for the pain. Galal spread an oily lubricant up and down the man's shaft as Nurika looked down in fascination. Then Galal cupped Nurika's chin, giving her a slow, sensual kiss to distract her before the pain to come.

A shockwave of agony tore through Nurika as Galal positioned Daoshun's cock and pushed her hips down with full force. Nurika screamed as the penis tore through her hymen and filled her after a series of hard, brutal plunges. Blood trickled out of her freshly torn sex, and she moaned as they forced her to ride daddy's cock. 

"That's it, slut...get a rhythm going. I want to see your cute ass bouncing up and down on daddy's lap!" Galal roared. The other men seemed to be enjoying the show. If anything, they were getting a little too excited. Nurika looked back in horror as Hurim pushed her mother's mouth between daddy's legs. 

"Suck your husband's balls as he fucks your precious daughter!" Hurim intoned. Not daring to disobey as Hurim brandished a hunting knife two inches from the terrified woman's face, Whuka thrust her gorgeous face between her husband's legs. The mother was shocked at the smell of intermingled sex fluids...both the sweet scent of her daughter's pussy and the more overpowering scent of her husband's manhood. She lapped at her husband's scrotum, sucking the wrinkled skin as she felt her husband begin to actually buck his hips upward to meet their daughter's downward thrusts. 

"That's it. Give your daughter a good hard, fucking or we'll kill you both!" Galal growled. He brandished a whip, thrashing the three-tailed tongues of leather against Nurika's cute ass cheeks. Nurika moaned and began pumping harder up and down daddy's penis. She couldn't believe how good he felt inside of her despite the wrongness of it. She felt herself taking control, forcing responses out of her father's body that she hadn't known were possible. The girl slid her hands up and down her father's muscular chest, surprised at the heart galloping in his ribcage. His whole body seemed coiled to explode. He was grunting like a bull in heat. 

Nurika couldn't understand why he would feel so turned on by her. Initially it had repelled her. Now it just left her wanting answers. She tried to focus on the dull, slowly dissipating ache between her legs. Grinding atop her daddy's dick, she felt like a woman for the first time. 'So this is what it feels like...to have a man's cock...to feel joined to someone else,' she thought. Her parents had already promised her in an arrange marriage to a boy in the neighboring village. She had long wondered what that first, fumbling wedding night would have been like. Now she knew.

Galal watched intently as he noticed a subtle change in the young daughter. Nurika's slender nakedness humped her father's cock with newfound zeal. She steadied her hands on her father's shoulders and then had the boldness to lightly stroke the hair of his chest. 

"It's okay, Daddy...I like giving you pleasure. Cum inside me," Nurika sighed. 'Maybe then this will all be over,' she dared to inwardly hope.

"No!! Don't you dare, Daoshun! She's our only daughter!" Whuka cried. But soon mama had her own problems. Hurim grabbed her by the neck, pulling her back and telling her to lick out her daughter's ass hole. 

"No...I won't do it!" she sobbed. 

"Fine...then enjoy a cock of your own, mama," Hurim growled. Whuka squealed as Hurim sat her back on his cock, filling her warm pussy and snaking his arm around her chest. Holding her close, Hurim half-stood, leaning against the wall with his cock embedded in her tight, warm snatch. Whuka watched her daughter's continued rape as she felt that cock fill her pussy.

Meanwhile Nurika was bounding up and down Daoshun's prick in a frenzy of fucking. Her pussy impaled itself on daddy's cock again and again, until she felt a trickling wetness between her legs that was no longer blood. Galal reached down between the girl's legs, stroking her clit with two fingers as his other hand slipped behind her ass, inserting two fingers into her anus. The girl spasmed and moaned at the sudden stimulation. 

It sent her over the edge, her pussy convulsing around her daddy's cock. "Forgive me, Father!" Nurika sighed, but her slender body was greedily clenching Daoshun's cock and milking the man's balls towards his own finish.

Daoshun squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head in protest and fury. "NO! Nurika, stop this! I will not do this!"

"What's wrong, Daddy? Worried that you'll impregnate your cute little cunt daughter? Don't worry...I don't think she'll live that long," Galal growled. Grasping Nurika by the nape of her delicate neck, he forced the girl to kiss him passionately, his tongue invading her mouth and reveling in her sweet taste. At the same time he felt the girl stiffen on her daddy's cock. "Do you feel it? Call me MASTER, little bitch! Do you feel it?"

"Yes Master! I feel it. He's cumming inside me!" Nurika crooned, and she felt it indeed. Her father's cock twitched and spasmed in her tight pussy, filling her with his oozing seed. Nurika sighed as the last spasm subsided, and she leaned against her father's chest. Galal reached a finger underneath Nurika's sweet little ass, and brought back a sticky globule of daddy's cum. He put it to the traumatized girl's lips and made her suck it long and hard. 

"Very good, little bitch. Keep up the good work and we may let you live."

*****

"Please Sir," Nurika spoke in a dazed whisper, "I've done what you've asked. Let my parents go."

Galal was impressed with the girl's willingness for sacrifice, but it would get her nowhere. She was his little fuck-toy now to do with as he saw fit. 

"Oh, sweetie...this is just the beginning. Now that we've gotten you broken in, let's see how well you take your second cock." With a grim smile he forced her to kneel and presented his elongated, pulsating cock to her bewildered face. She tried to turn away, but he swatted her breasts and growled at her to start sucking. With reluctance poor Nurika took the man's cock between her lips, moving her head up and down. She gently grazed his warm manhood with her teeth, but didn't dare bite him.

"That's good, little bitch. Put your arms behind your back." Nurika obeyed. Galal turned to watch mama's reaction. The woman was devastated. Her eyes shone with grief and sorrow. Even as Whuka looked at her daughter's ordeal, Hurim suddenly hugged his arm tightly around her, announcing his impending surge of jism. 

"AaaaaahhHHH!! Take my cum, you worthless whore," Hurim growled as he shuddered inside of Whuka's warm snatch. Mama sagged in his arms, and Hurim passed her on to the next lust-filled man. 

Now that he was nicely lubricated, Galal ordered Nurika to lie down on her back. He slowly eased on top of her, pushing her silky-smooth thighs apart and staring hungrily at her tainted sex. "Looks like we need to add a fresh batch of baby-making cum inside that hot cunt of yours, little one. Are you going to behave and be a horny little fuck-slave?"

Nurika frantically shook her head up and down. "Yes, Master! Please don't hurt me."

"You don't want to feel that whip again, do you sweetie?" 

The girl shook her head frantically in the negative, her eyes squeezing out tears. 

"SSSHHH. No need for that." Galal leaned forward, his lips swooping down to join with hers. The girl's tentative tongue in response told Galal how desperately she wanted to please him. Mmm...and she tasted good. 

As their lips were still entwined, Galal positioned his iron-hard, fully engorged penis and gently thrust it into the girl's pussy. The young woman moaned but otherwise didn't make a sound. Galal could feel the flutter of her heartbeat. He thrust into her with deliberate care, enjoying the strange range of emotions playing across her cute face. 

"You feel my cock deep in you, little slut?"

"Y-yes Master."

"How does it feel?"

"G-good Master." Nurika shuddered as the cock plowed her tight, moist cunt. It was like a battering ram which jolted sensations in every crevice of her core. Her pussy seemed to welcome the man's cock like a sheath feeling the homeward slide of its destined sword. Nurika's moans deepened as the cock's thrusts grew slowly more insistent. She looked up into the barbarian's normally harsh eyes, and saw they had softened slightly from partially sated hunger while her pussy hugged his manhood. 

"You feel good, little slut. I'll pump you full, but not before you tell me something." Nurika looked at him apprehensively, groaning as the huge man lassoed both arms around her and stood up with her whole body still impaled on his manhood. "Have you ever felt a cock this deep in you before, hm?"

Nurika shivered. Her tiny hands held onto the hulking brute's shoulders for dear life. She'd never felt so completely filled. Her nipples were tiny little peaks, hardened nubs that seemed to be screaming in a steady chorus, 'Fuck me, Master. Fuck my soft, dripping sex!'

With a shudder she replied, "No, never Master...I feel your cock so deep. UhhHH..."

Galal shoved her against the wall, pinning her as he renewed his upward penetrations. He looked down, reveling in the sight of his cock vanishing up her tight, freshly raped pussy. He plowed her so deeply and her whole body was responding, her hips hugging him tightly as she wiggled her sexy ass. 

"Do you want to have my baby, little cunt? Say it."

The traumatized girl bit her lip and nodded. He slapped her across the face. "Say it!"

She tightened her slender arms on the big man's neck and cried out, "Yes master! I want to have your baby! Fuck me with your brutal dick!" She'd embellished at the end, fueled by her fear. 

"Good, little cunt, because it's about to get better." He turned to his men who were busy violating Nurika's mother. "Bring mama over here. I have a job for her." Saying this, the Master of the Lancers from the Dark Horde of Easteros sat on the table beside Daoshun and carefully lifted Nurika off of his cock just long enough to turn her around and place her back onto his hardened penis. Her cute buttocks now faced his hungry gaze. She sighed as the cock plunged back into her moist depths, but she was smart enough not to struggle. 

Galal then took his knife, pressing the flat of the blade against Nurika's left breast. 

"Pay attention, Mama. I'm going to say this only once." He gestured at his own cock, its girth swallowed up in Nurika's heat. 

"I want you to lick your daughter's clit until she cums HARD on my nasty cock." He pressed the flat of the blade back against Nurika's breast as the breath hitched in the young woman's throat. "Do it or I'll cut her nipples off."




Sarkon's Spoils



"P-please Great Sir. I did not know." She shuffled over to Sarkon on her knees, taking his flaccid member in her delicate fingers and gently licking his cock clean of the last vestiges of male seed. 

"Enough!" Sarkon bellowed. He grasped Umika by her hair, forcing the girl to her feet. His face was hardly an inch away, and he brought his mouth hard against her lips, tasting the sweetness of her as his hands hardened possessively around her buttocks, crushing her slender nakedness against his rugged form.

"Master, forgive my interruption!" a warrior wearing a masked helmet with two eye slits and protruding horns bowed low before Sarkon. Even as his fingers idly stroked Umika's clit, wringing whimpers from the helpless girl, he turned his attention to the warrior's message.

"What is it, Kurim?" 

"We discovered four more girls trying to flee the battle. However, Master, none of them are royalty. They are apparently pleasure women, all virgins, gifts-to-be for the King of Zubia." 

Apparently his sons were not the only ones to receive blessings from the Wujanians in the cementing of this new alliance. How intriguing, Sarkon thought. He mulled this over in his head, smiling and gratified that now his men would have plenty of sport when they made camp this night.

"So be it. Bring them with us. We ride to the Caves of Sheol to break our evening meal and make camp. We will celebrate our victory, but tell all Captains that in the late hours I expect to hear their reports as we decide how to punish the treacherous Wujanian scum."

"May it be eternally as you say, Master!" Kurim intoned, saying the formal farewell that all subordinates used with the Warlord of Earth and Skies. Sarkon nodded, dismissing the man with a wave of his hand and guiding Umika out of the tent with him. He arranged his saddle and vaunted onto it with feline grace. Two of his men handed the naked, young princess up to join him in the saddle.

"What...wh-what is going on, Great Sir? May I not have some clothes? Am I to ride naked with you in the saddle?" Umika cried.

"Hold on tight, bitch. A fall will do your body no favors, nor your looks," Sarkon chuckled, kicking his horse into a trot. The terrified girl wrapped her arms tightly around him. Goose bumps rippled the naked flesh along her arms now as they picked up speed, the horse reaching a canter. 

Sarkon reveled in the effortless swiftness of Darshivo, his powerful black-maned steed. They flew over the fields like an eagle through clouds, the heavy drumbeat of hooves easing Sarkon's heart. Only now, in the swift sweetness of adrenaline, did Sarkon feel at peace. It also didn't hurt to feel the naked woman at his back, her breasts pressed against his torso. He felt her cheek rest against his back also, and it gave him satisfaction.

"Where are we going, Great Sir?" Umika dared ask. But Sarkon said nothing, his steely gaze cast backward to see two steeds following in his wake. 

Vulnar rode behind him. The grim-faced warrior had left most of his battle gear, but the naked youngest princess, Ishinai, clung fearfully to his back and watched the grasses vanishing below. Galal, the leader of Sarkon's lancers, rode with a tight-lipped Culiko clinging to his back. The oldest sister tried to put up a brave façade despite her nakedness as the wind obliterated her hair into a thousand unkempt tendrils.

At last the three horsemen reached the Caves of Sheol ahead of the main army. The Dark Horde was swift, but even its efficiency had to bow to the needs of logistics. Moving more than twenty thousand men took time. 

The sun had dipped below the horizon by the time Sarkon was well settled in the largest cavern which overlooked the valley. He had had mats and furs made of lionskin and wolfskin laid out to shield him from the hard rocks and dirt. He forced all three young women to kneel naked before him while some of his servants stoked a fire and cooked a stew which smelled delicious.

"Are you hungry?" he asked the girls, and was gratified to see how they greedily eyed the bubbling stew. "You will have to earn your sustenance now that you are in my domains," Sarkon grunted.

Umika looked at him aghast. "You said you would spare them! Please, Great Sir, let them go with a token escort and allow my sisters to return to our homeland. It is the honorable and decent action of a great leader!"

Sarkon spat. "I have judged that some forms of honor can get a man killed, and that what is 'decent' and 'weak' often go hand in hand. Remember well my words, Umika. What did I actually say? I said that your sisters would not share the same defilement you suffered. And so it will be; we are in a new place, and I'm sure that their bodies will please me with new and unique methods."

Umika gasped as understanding dawned on her. Sarkon had lied to her.; "No! You can't! You...you monster!" she shouted. She tried to struggle to her feet, but Galal and Vulnar were right there. They bound her wrists behind her and thrust her on her back. 

"Master, this one seems to be unbroken. Perhaps you would allow me to aid in her training?" Galal asked hopefully.

Sarkon looked at the leader of his cavalry. Galal was more wiry of physique than his master, with a bald, clean-shaved head and face unlike Sarkon's own braided beard and unruly hair. Yet for all their physical difference, Galal was just as brutal and knew how to break a captive's spirit.

Slowly Sarkon nodded. "Yes, dear brother. Entertain Umika and correct her false hopes while I get to know her elder sister." He approached Culiko, watching as the girl trembled. 

Culiko spat at him, the rage smoldering across her face. This one had spirit. Sarkon was pleased. His gaze traveled over her large, supple cones and the smooth belly that ran down to a soft triangle of pubic muff where her sex beckoned to him. His cock was already stiff again – one of the perks of his immortal biology. Sarkon never tired, and his cock's virility never waned for long. 

He cupped the girl's chin, quickly yanking his hand back when Culiko tried to bite him. With a grim smile he back-handed her. Then, while she was on her side, he reached his hand forth, speaking words of vile incantations. Dark, inky stalks like some weeds of nightmare sprang from the cavern ceiling and ensnared Culiko's arms, lifting her naked body high into the air and spreading her legs wide for Sarkon to take a good, long glimpse at her wide-open cunt. 

He strode forward, his cock hard as he watched the dismay flash across Culiko's cute face.

"Y-you know Dark Magic?" she quailed. 

"Indeed. Now will you continue to struggle, and make me summon even LESS savory creations? Or will you behave?"

Culiko's hatred still smoldered from both her chestnut-brown, almond-shaped eyes, and her short mop of reddish hair seemed to burn with fiery displeasure. But this only added to Sarkon's lust. Now Sarkon stepped forward, kneeling down and spreading Culiko's thighs yet wider. He examined the soft, beautiful folds of her delicate pussy lips, the tiny jeweled nub of flesh that was the girl's clitoris, and gently inhaled her scent before laving it with his mouth. 

The naked princess stiffened, then moaned as Sarkon's tongue flicks became strong, deep strokes. Culiko's wrists were still bound above her head in the dark strands of vegetation, and though her legs were free, Sarkon's strong hands kept her thighs pried apart even as she tried to snap them shut. His tongue battered at her core, and he stroked her thighs with deceptive tenderness. Culiko looked down, trembling and disgusted with her body's responses. 'Don't let him do this!' she urged herself, willing her core to shut down and ignore the stimulation. 

Meanwhile Sarkon lovingly laved at her clit. He gently nipped at it. He tongued that pearled joy-button and then sank his tongue deeply into her slit. Culiko groaned, mortified. Her naked body squirmed with pleasure even as Vulnar came up from behind. 

"Yes, Vul. Please assist me with this one. She seems to be enjoying things too much." Vulnar squeezed Culiko's breasts before wrapped his arms around the girl's throat and slowly positioned his bulbous cock-head near the opening to the princess's anus. Culiko heard a wet, suctioning sound as Vulnar copiously rubbed some kind of jelly-like substance up and down his shaft and then thrust his jelly-covered fingers into her anus for lubrication. The young princess immediately froze, her sphincter muscles trying to push the invader's fingers out.

"SSSHHH...girl, better not fight me. It will only hurt more," Vulnar murmured. After he had worked enough of the lubricant into her ass with his fingers, Vulnar positioned his massive cock-head once more near her anus. At the same time Culiko's unwilling pussy had gone from tingling to feeling on fire. Sarkon's mouth was working her clit and feasting on her sex. She begged for him to stop.

"Please NO, you depraved demon! Take your tongue out of my pussy! Oh god!" she moaned. 

Sarkon ignored her pleas. He battered her clit with his tongue, then sucked on it firmly, wresting a whimper from his captive. His hands cupped her ass cheeks hard, then invitingly spread the globes of those same ass cheeks as Vulnar prepared to enter her from behind.

"Please MAKE HIM STOP!" Culiko shrieked. "I will fuck you! Let me fuck you with my warm pussy! It will be good for you, I swear," she babbled. Sarkon's hand shot abruptly upward. A disappointed Vulnar froze, his cock-head poised at the entrance to Culiko's buttocks. 

"Can you not do both, cute cunt? Vulnar and I are the sandwich, and you will be the meat," he growled. He said this, but he also ordered Vulnar to wait, stroking Culiko's clit until her trembling went over the edge. He stroked and battered her clit with his tongue and shoved his fingers into her snatch simultaneously. It was too much for the virgin girl as her hips bucked forward, juices spattering onto Sarkon's grizzled jaw.

"Mmm...the perfume of your sex is a delightful tease, little bitch. Now let's see how you FEEL." With these words Sarkon nodded, and Vulnar entered Culiko from behind. At the same time Sarkon positioned his huge cock at the delicate labia of Culiko's pussy and thrust his cock forward with all his might. Culiko screamed as both cocks sank into her holes in unison. The two men began pumping in and out of her naked, strung-up body, though she screamed for them to stop. 

Their testicles almost slapped together as they thrust into her at the same time, violating her intimate holes like two rapacious animals. Sarkon's hands rose up, covering and enclosing around Culiko's wrists. "Mmmm...you feel almost as good as your sister," Sarkon growled. His cock vanished into her snatch once more, and she groaned as another cock drilled her cute bottom. The girl's head thrashed back and forth and she cried out for mercy, for anything but this!

Umika could only watch Culiko's rape from her place beside the strung-up older princess. Umika was on her back, with a naked brute plowing her cunt and nearly crushing her beneath his savage fucking. Galal enjoyed the feeling of Umika's pussy around his cock. He leaned over her, his mouth suckling her ear lobe as he slowed the penetration. The rhythm of fucking eased, his cock languidly sliding in and out as he whispered in her ear. "Yes, Umika...you see my Master giving your oldest sister a good, hard fuck? Are you jealous? Maybe when I've finished in you, you'll let me rape that cute ass too?" Umika groaned, willing to do or say anything that might spare her body THAT horrible fate.

"Please untie me, Great Sir. I-I want to put my hands on you. Caress you."

Her bound hands were crushed beneath her body, which was pressed beneath her rapist. Galal grinned. "Very well bitch, but you better behave." He cut away her bonds, and she gripped the muscles of his shoulders, stroking his biceps and hanging on for dear life as his cock resumed its penetrations of her soft sex. Her coos and groans joined the sounds of sex that filled the large cavern. 

Meanwhile Culiko's poor, brutalized body could hardly cope with the double-penetration. Culiko's head rested against Sarkon's chest as they fucked, her body trembling and heaving uncontrollably. Finally Vulnar could keep his cock disciplined no longer, cumming deeply in her ass. He thrust hard, keeping his thighs pressed against her hips until the last strand of seed emptied from his testicles. Pulling out with a sigh of contentment, he slapped her ass and watched the oozing tendrils of cum and blood slide down the backs of her thighs.

"Now, just one cock to go, sweet princess. Can you handle Sarkon's girth? Tell me YES or I will force you to kneel within inches of this cock as it spears your youngest sister's pussy!"

Culiko did not want to imagine that horror...getting an intimate view of her youngest sister's rape. So she merely begged. "Yes, Great Sir...I love your cock. Please Great Sir, release my arms and I'll gladly do anything you wish!"

Sarkon growled but seemed to accept the notion. He waved his hand with a few brisk words of incantation, and the dark vegetation vanished. Culiko gasped, her unfettered arms encircling Sarkon's bull-thick neck to keep herself upright. Sarkon gripped her ass cheeks, using them as leverage to bounce her pussy up and down his cock. The naked, young princess felt a deep, aching pain deep in her anus, but she tried to ignore it and just hoped that somehow she would survive this ordeal.

Minutes passed until only the squelching sound of Sarkon's cock impaling Culiko's pussy filled the room. She was too exhausted to struggle as Sarkon brought his lips down to meet hers, his tongue sliding against her teeth before swirling around her dazed tongue. Culiko's groan accompanied the not-unwelcome tingling within her pussy as his cock rubbed against parts of her that awakened sensations of instinctual need. She began to bounce herself up and down his cock, using the muscles of her hips and abs to grind atop his cock...not because she wanted to but because she feared what it meant to be at this man's displeasure. She was already at his mercy, and her defiance had begun to give way to pragmatism.

Sarkon grunted in triumph. "Can it be true? This little, defiant bitch is actually impaling her own pussy on my hardened manhood. Perhaps you will live long enough to join my harem, cute cunt." Sarkon sighed, and allowed a glance to his right, where Umika now lay. Galal was thrusting into her slowly, and now he shuddered, clearly releasing his jism to fill up her cunt. He pulled out with a grunt of satisfaction and watched the excess cum ooze down her slit. Umika lay on the mat, her breathing rapid, as she begged, "Please, no more."

*****

The moon hung high in the night sky, casting the world in its weird sheen, by the time Sarkon and his captains had tired of their sorely used feminine spoils. All three princesses had been taken to the nearby hot spring to bathe under armed guard. From the way the two older girls half walked, half wobbled along the pathways, Sarkon could well anticipate how sore Culiko and Umika would remain by morning's rise.

But now the time for pleasure was over. Sarkon was keen to discuss the business of war, and plan the next moves for the Easterosi Confederation's relentless expansion. Around the campfire four others joined Sarkon, Warlord and Magic-Weaver, ruler of all the clans of Easteros. 

Galal, horse-lord of the lancers, sat to Sarkon's left. Vulnar, commander of the mounted bowmen and second in command to Sarkon himself, sat at his Master's right hand. Across from the campfire sat Narjik the Warlock. Though he was the most powerful warlock in Easteros, that didn't say much. Sarkon had killed any warlocks whose powers in the Dark Arts might rival his own. But Narjik's politicking and diplomacy was legendary, and due to his advanced age and lack of any heir, Sarkon did not view him as a serious threat. What was more, Narjik's long years had given him wisdom, and Sarkon respected him for it. 

The fifth among their number was Malanya, Sarkon's First Wife. A woman of beauty who was the daughter of a slain enemy chieftain, her mind had been forever changed by Sarkon's dark rites during the Eater of Souls ritual. Now she was devoted to the very man who had killed her father and mastered her. Malanya's influence among the women, who often accompanied the men on campaign and even fought when called upon, was crucial to the smooth running of the Confederation. She was also the caretaker of Sarkon's Nether-creatures, and responsible for assassinations when they seemed most expedient.

"Malanya, have your guards kept the Wujanian ambassador safely detained?" The stunningly exquisite brunette nodded. Wearing nothing but leggings, her breasts bare, she was easily the eye-catching focus of the room. 

"I have, my Master. The Wujanian ambassador is a distant cousin of the Emperor himself. He calls himself Zhaolu, and protests most vehemently against our 'wicked assault on a peaceful diplomatic mission'. Malanya's snort told what she thought of the ambassador's bald-faced lie. Peaceful diplomatic mission indeed.

"That is excellent, my Love. Most excellent. I think I know a way we can use this attack to our advantage."

Narjik's eyebrows raised. "What are you thinking, great Warlord?"

Sarkon shrugged, but a wicked gleam peeped from both eyes. "If the Ambassador were to witness the awful treatment of the Emperor's daughters, and then be sent back to relate that tale to the Emperor himself..."

"It would be a colossal insult," Galal interjected. 

"Indeed," Narjik agreed. The warlock's rheumy gaze settled on Sarkon. "You will poke him in the eye, and see if you can draw the snake out of its hole."

Sarkon smiled. "Exactly, old one."

"It is not a bad plan," Vulnar agreed. "Anger can make a man do rash things. He may even muster a whole army to crush you, Master." 

Sarkon nodded, and his smile grew. "That's what I'm hoping for." 

*****

In the early dawn hours, Sarkon sent for Culiko and Umika, and sometime later... Zhaolu. The Ambassador was a man of middle-age, fit but not truly rugged. He had a runner's body, although the dark gold scholar's cap and long, flowing beard spoiled the effect. The scholar's storm cloud grey eyes missed nothing, and as he was ushered into Sarkon's chamber his eyes widened with outrage.

"What is the meaning of this?"

Sarkon was sprawled across plush animal skins as part of a makeshift bed. Gems twinkled in the cavern's uppermost recesses, and sconces along each wall lit the chamber all too brightly. Two gorgeous and very naked princesses knelt on the bed before Sarkon. Culiko's mouth encased his cock, moving up and down with swift plunges. Umika's tongue lolled and swept across Sarkon's testicles, creating delicious sensations through his loins. Sarkon looked up from the ministrations of his girl-captives and regarded the Ambassador coolly.

"Do you now see the cost of unwanted intrusion in my domains?" Sarkon began.

"This...THIS is an OUTRAGE!" Ambassador Zhaolu stormed. "You have renounced the very precepts of decency. Do you not realize that these are the daughters of the Emperor! You will release them at once and pay reparations, or the Emperor shall have your head mounted on the wall of the Capitol before the first rains of summer!" 

Sarkon groaned as Culiko's tongue flailed against his cock. She began at the base of his phallus, sliding upward and swirling the tip of her tongue around his bulbous cockhead, one delicious pirouette after another. The warlord groaned and whispered, "Enough, redhead cunt. Now let your, sister, Umika have her turn. She can prepare my cock for you to mount up, or would you prefer I fuck your sore ass instead?"

"No, Great Sir!" Culiko panicked. She shook her head vehemently. "I will be thankful to impale my worthless cunt on your manhood!" Sarkon nodded, caressing Culiko's cheek with deceptive gentleness as she moved aside for Umika to take up the task. Umika's slurping filled the background as Sarkon returned his attention to Ambassador Zhaolu.




Sarkon's Spoils



The Wujanian diplomat's face was a livid red. He pointed an imperious finger at Sarkon. 

"You will cease this depravity immediately!"

"To the contrary, I think it is about time that a bureaucrat such as yourself learned to get his hands dirty too. Luckily for you I'm prepared to provide just such an opportunity." Sarkon made a gesture and four men jumped from the shadows. To Zhaolu's credit, it took all four of them to manhandle him onto the floor, spread-eagling his arms and legs, and then binding his wrists and ankles with rope tied to heavy blocks of stone. Once he had been totally immobilized, the four Easterosi warriors cut away his flowing scholar's robes and tore the cap from his head. 

Leaving the naked man to lie helpless, the warriors departed and returned with a beautiful, naked Ishinai. The youngest princess gaped at the helpless Ambassador who had once been the leading official charged to keep her and her sisters safe on their expedition. Now he would be forced to do the unthinkable.

"I have saved the youngest peach for your plucking, Zhaolu. No need to thank me." Sarkon nodded to Ishinai. The girl blushed and looked aghast. "Go ahead, Ishinai. You may now suck him until he gets rigid. Get him ready to feel your warm peach hugging his hard dick."

"G-great Sir, please do not make me do this. Oh god, please no!" 

Narjik stepped from the shadows, the final remaining witness to the spectacle. He was stripped bare from the waist down. Despite his old, decrepit face, there was still some life and muscle to his frame. Whether his practicing of the Dark Arts had given him inhuman strength despite his age, one couldn't be sure. 

"If you prefer, young one, you can enjoy my delights instead." Ishinai's eyes zeroed in on the old man's cock and the strange symbols that covered most of the old warlock's body. They were hideous. 

She turned back to the more delicate, refined, and handsome-looking Ambassador. "No...I'll do as you ask," she sputtered. Slowly the girl knelt down, licking Zhaolu's flaccid penis. It sprang to life despite Zhaolu's struggles. He squeezed his eyes shut so as not to gaze upon Ishinai's nakedness. He squirmed and tried to pry his cock from Ishinai's lips as the girl hesitantly smothered him in her mouth. The slow groans being pried from Zhaolu's unwilling lips soon filled the chamber. A few minutes later Ishinai positioned her virgin pussy above his cock and rammed herself down hard enough that she screamed in pain as her barrier broke, the cock lancing deeply. She squirmed and writhed on Zhaolu's cock, moaning for mercy as the warriors watched her with growing hard-ons.

In the meantime Umika's slurping mouth had reached a crescendo, her jaw rippling up and down Sarkon's dick until he could hardly stand it. "Enough! I need some relief, you reckless cunt. Let your sister get her fill of a real cock." Umika trembled and withdrew as Culiko slowly straddled him, her pussy poised above Sarkon's eager manhood. 

Sarkon gestured at Umiko. "You're job isn't over, cute cunt. Now lie between my legs and suckle my balls while your sister rides my cock." Umika nodded, positioning herself perfectly, her tongue laving the wrinkled folds of his scrotum. Sarkon groaned, his hands cupping Culiko's pretty face as she plunged down onto him. The warlord felt his captive stiffen as his cock filled her tight pussy, but he kissed her, stifling her moan in pleasure-mingled agony. 

Culiko rode the monstrous cock, only dimly aware of Umika's hands cupping her smooth, rounded ass cheeks. Suddenly Umika was encircling her elder sister's torso with graceful arms, asking the unthinkable. 

"Please Great Sir, m-may I comfort her?" Sarkon growled in disbelief, but oddly enough he chose to grant the girl-captive's audacious request. The idea of the two sisters comforting one another made his dick even harder.

He nodded. "Go ahead, Umika. Do not displease me though." The pale-skinned beauty nodded, her cute almond-shaped eyes showing her fear. She knelt over her elder sister, her skillful fingers reaching down to rub Culiko's clitoris as she humped Sarkon's huge penis. Culiko's eyes flashed at her sister with anger. 

"Wh-what are you doing?" Culiko squealed. Sarkon looked as his penis vanished once more into Culiko's snatch. Her pussy was getting wet now as Umika's furious fingers ground against her joy nub with true dedication. 

"Please stop, sister! What are you doing?" Culiko cried frantically.

Umika leaned over, her mouth sucking each of Culiko's nipples before withdrawing, leaving them as hardened, glistening buds. 

"Forgive me, sister...but..." and now she turned to Sarkon – "Great Sir...I wish to become one among your harem." The words astounded Sarkon, and he looked at the naked princess with a suddenly skeptical eye. 

Sarkon mulled over this odd request even as Umika continued to look at him meaningfully, rubbing Culiko's clitoral bundle until the redhead princess squealed in orgasm, shivering uncontrollably on her rapist's cock. Sarkon inhaled the pungent scent of her juices as Culiko's pussy clenched tightly around his prick. His huge hands encircled her, folding her forward and crushing her breasts hard against his chest as he spurted his cum deep inside her. 

"Ooohhh, YES, eldest princess. Take the seed of Sarkon the Conqueror. Maybe you will bear me a son, eh?"

Culiko's wild-eyed expression told Sarkon just what she thought of that nightmarish possibility. But Umika, poised and still, kneeling with her tits jutting out provocatively at her captor, merely stared. 

"What are you waiting for, little bitch. It's your turn to climb onto my cock. While you fuck me you can tell me why you want to join my harem." Sarkon gently pumped his cock, and it sprang back to life. 

Umika looked at that huge prick and felt her knees grow weak. Her pussy was slick with desire, and her breasts ached with the thought of his hands touching them! How could Umika explain this to her two sisters? Sarkon may have been their captor, but he was a triumphant specimen of masculinity, and a deep streak of pragmatism now colored her thoughts. 

What had their fates been before? To be married off to petty young princes they'd never even met, all to fulfill the political ambitions of Father. But Father cared nothing for them. When had he ever? He had had nurses raise them, always too busy in his palace with pleasure girls or affairs of State. Their mother too had been absorbed in palace intrigue and had never had any time for them. 

If this man...this Sarkon of Easteros...was powerful enough to thwart Father's plans, then by Umika's reckoning he was the stronger. He was powerful and could protect her, if only she would become one of his possessions. Even if Sarkon was a monster, so what? Even a monster protected what was his.

She thought through these things as she straddled his rigid penis and sank her cunt until he filled her to her inmost depths. 

"Uhh...Great Sir, you feel wonderful inside me," she purred. "May I tell you now why I wish to join your harem?"

Sarkon's eyes gleamed with amusement. "Please do, Umika. I'm all ears. I was going to send you home with your Ambassador over there, so that you can tell your Father personally about my hospitality...and my response to his...meddling." 

"No, Great Sir. Do not send me back," Umika begged, her hands resting softly against his chest. She stroked his muscular pectorals and slammed her cunt up and down his cock, the wet sounds of suction and friction filling the room. "I..." She moaned as he thrust his hips upward, joining their bodies truly as one. With difficulty, despite the sex-induced pleasures, she told him her reasoning. How she and her sisters were merely pawns in this game of power. How she would rather be his pawn than anyone else's...especially as opposed to some prepubescent Zubian prince she cared nothing about.

When her explanation had run its course, Sarkon sat up and enveloped her mouth with his. Their kissing lasted for long minutes as the young warlord cupped the bold princess's face. His cock gently rested inside her as they kissed, but once their mouths parted Sarkon tipped her onto her back, rolled her onto her stomach, and entered her snatch swiftly from behind. 

As she gripped the animal skin in two white-knuckled fists, Umika moaned and felt Sarkon's cock plow the depths of her sex. His voice rasped calmly in her ear despite his frenzied thrusts.

"Your request is granted."

*****

Culiko gasped, tears glistening on her cheeks as she watched Umika let Sarkon rape her. 'She kneels like a dog in heat, letting him take her!' Culiko thought. It was revolting. Culiko understood the need to be pragmatic, but this was sick. It was a betrayal of their homeland. All Father had stood for! The eldest daughter did not share her younger sister's hatred of their father. Culiko knelt and sobbed, and between her tears she watched as Ishinai moaned on Zhaolu's cock. The middle-aged Ambassador grunted as Ishinai finally milked his balls dry, cum shooting up into her once-virgin pussy. 

"Good girl, Ishinai. You just earned your journey home," Sarkon growled. "You will be given an escort back to your homeland, Princess Ishinai. But during camp each night my guards will ensure that you and Ambassador Zhaolu fuck like rabbits." He switched his gaze to Zhaolu and smiled. "And I'm sure, Ambassador, that you will have an interesting time explaining to the Emperor how you impregnated his daughter. Of course, I'm certain that once he hears how you were under duress he will show proper lenience." The sarcasm in that tone registered on Zhaolu's suddenly stark-white face like a knife.

Sarkon's plan was taking shape nicely. He would use Culiko as a bargaining coin while humiliating the Emperor by forcing Ishinai to become impregnated by a petty diplomatic official, all while keeping Umika as his own personal fuck-slave. The Emperor of Wujania would surely become so enraged that he would throw all of his might at Easteros regardless of the cost. 

And when he did, Sarkon would be waiting. Yes, Sarkon mused, the foolish old goat would wish he had chosen differently. The Emperor would regret the moment he tried to outmatch Sarkon with his diplomatic schemes. As his cock slammed deeply into Umika's snatch, her coos and the backward thrusts of her hips distracted him from his thoughts. Clasping her tits like nubs of doughy candy, Sarkon buried his cock in her pleasing feminine sheath.

"You feel good, little cunt. I like it when you throw your hips back. Do continue," he growled. 

Umika's moans reached a fevered pitch as she slammed her pussy back to envelope his penis. Finally the huge warlord threw his full weight into each fuck as he held her bottom snug against his crotch and spewed inside her with a growl. Umika sagged underneath him as he collapsed atop her, breathing in the cinnamon and spring scent of her hair. 

"Call me Master from now on, and know that you are no longer a Princess, but now a Mistress and slave. Is this understood?"

"Y-yes Master," she sighed, and Umika let him gather her in his arms and lift her as he strode from the room.

"Wh-where are we going, Master?"

Sarkon looked down at his newest bride. "We will consummate this union free from prying eyes, sweet girl." Saying this, the young warlord carried the naked girl to the Altar of Sheol, in the uppermost cavern where many of his Dark Arts were practiced. Here was also where he practiced his sex rituals. Laying her across a stone slab which had been cushioned with goatskins, he bound her wrists and ankles apart before straddling her. His cock was invigorated, stiff as a staff of yew. He gently positioned it at the entrance to her slick pussy and thrust himself to the hilt, muttering incantations of Power. The girl writhed and moaned, feeling a strange tingling begin between her legs and course outward through every blood vessel.

The warlord's incantations slowly deepened into a chant as his cock slid into her sex, his hands cupping her breasts as he established a ferocious tempo of fucking. Umika's lips parted, her moans making his cock grow harder, for as he pounded her core she could do little more than wiggle her ass and make the sounds of a helpless feminine fuck-slave. He clasped both hands around her neck after a few minutes, half-strangling her while his voice boomed in the chamber and the ritual intensified.

Finally he growled his release, cum shooting in an eruption of seed even greater than the last. As the last incantation died away he knelt over her, his kiss capturing her mouth with surprising care. Umika whimpered, her body trembling.

"Now your soul is eternally bonded to mine. Any who take your body will be within my power to bless or curse," Sarkon smiled. "You are now officially a Mistress in the house of Sarkon." 

Umika licked her lips, her eyes gleaming with relief...but also mischief. Who said that this arrangement of advantage could not also be enjoyable? For a moment the ambitious princess blotted out the horrible fates awaiting her fellow sisters and focused on the present. "Thank you, Master. Perhaps this Mistress could show her appreciation to her new Master?"

The muscle-bound warlord's eyebrows arched up. "Oh? How so? Shall I give you free reign to do as you please, girl?" He untied her, and to his surprise he found himself letting her tie him to the Altar in the same way. Now it was SHE who slowly tightened the knots around his wrists and ankles before affixing them to the ringlets anchored into the sides of the Altar. 

Sarkon did not truly fear her, since he knew that were he to shout his loyal followers would come in haste. Besides, her desires seemed genuine. He wasn't sure how he knew, but he knew. Something that showed in her eyes.

She traced her tongue up and down his shaft, tantalizing it back to life. 

"Uhhh...you show your appreciation well, little bitch." Umika was strangely unfazed by the rough comment. Sarkon spoke the words affectionately, and his tone suffused her breasts with warmth. Her hand wrapped around his cock, pumping it as she fondled his testicles. 

"Mmmm...I love your cock, Master." She watched as bits of anticipating pre-cum escaped from the cock's tip, and then swiftly straddled him, engulfing his manhood with her scorching cunt. Umika's groans filled the chamber as she rode his cock in sex-crazed delirium, her snatch already sticky from their previous couplings. Sarkon's hands fisted, the knuckles looking ready to crack, as his grunts joined the chorus of Umika's croons.

***** 

Yet someone had heard the couple's pleasurable fucking, and abruptly came the rush of footsteps. A 23-year-old, exquisitely formed brunette with bare breasts and a shaved pussy stared with fiery outrage at Sarkon, her mate. Malanya was Sarkon's First Wife, exalted above all his other female companions, and he treated her almost as an equal. 

"What do you think you're doing with this bitch?" she stormed, and the whip in her hand spoke of her displeasure.

Malanya had heard from Narjik's own lips that Sarkon was initiating a new woman into his harem right now, but that was impossible. She and her mate had been agreed that this was something which required Malanya's consent! Sarkon had known this, and yet he had chosen not to come to her with this beforehand. With burning irritation and jealousy, Malanya approached the naked Wujanian princess who sat atop her husband's cock. She let her eyes slowly admire the other woman's creamy-toned breasts, rounded and flawless. She looked critically where her husband's shaft had vanished, engulfed in Umika's soft, delicate loins.

Umika for her part sized up her sexual rival. The princess had to admit, Malanya was a true beauty. Her tanned skin was much different from the pampered princess's pale complexion, but other than that Umika saw many of the same seductive contours along Malanya's ample tits and curvaceous hips. To her surprise, Umika even felt a pang of envy as she looked at the women's shaved pussy, its exquisite pink lips pouting mischievously as if begging to be prodded by cock or tongue.

"And just what do you think YOU'RE doing, you cock-greedy cunt!" Malanya growled at Umika, slapping her three-tailed whip across Umika's chest to wrest a shriek of pain from the startled girl. The whip lashes were made of nylon with tiny pieces of rounded glass threaded through the ends; they might not bring a lasting mark, but they reddened the skin and creating exquisite shocks of pain that could radiate outward from wherever they struck.

"You want to fuck him?" Malanya asked. "Go ahead. Fuck him as hard as you can, and I'll enjoy tormenting both your beautiful asses to my heart's content!" Her evil gaze said it all, and even Sarkon's grim expression seemed to show impotence in the face of the beautiful woman's wrath. Umika realized that even the warlord's power knew boundaries. 

The young princess's eyes widened as she saw that the exquisite brunette had brought something else too. A long riding crop, lacquered and studded with emeralds, appeared in her hand. She leapt onto the Altar and knelt beside the now helpless Umika, slamming the crop against her pubic muff and cooing, "Now fuck our Master like the shameless whore you are, bitch! I want to see that ass moving now!" 

The young princess's groans soon filled the chamber. Umika suddenly wondered what she might do to please this aggressive First Wife who seemed to have some command even over this brutal warlord. The young princess frantically asked for mercy.

Malanya purred seductively, her other hand dropping the whip to gently fondle and tease Umika's left nipple before reaching lower, slipping a finger into Umika's tight ass as the princess stiffened and moaned more deeply.

"What have we here?" Malanya commented. "Is this a virgin ass? If so, tell me 'Yes Mistress' and I may reward you." 

When Umika failed to respond, the thwack of the crop above Umika's sensitive cunt returned full force. Soon the constant SMACK of the crop mingled with the sounds of Umika's agonized pleas. "Great First Wife I did not know that Master needed your permission to make me one of his Mistresses! Please forgive this slave," Umika cried.

"Forgive? Not a chance, you nasty cum-slut. I'm going to make you two fuck for another hour, and I'm going to make sure you feel all KINDS of interesting sensations," Malanya hissed. Now she grasped Sarkon's cock when Umika raised part-way off of him, and snapped a cock-ring around the base, cinching it tight enough to trap the flow of blood and make ejaculation an excruciating challenge.

"Now, let's resume...shall we?" Malanya gloated. Sarkon's face darkened with frustration, but his wrists and ankles were bound. He lay there, himself helpless for once, at the mercy of his First Wife's displeasure. Umika rode his shaft to the sounds of the whip cracking across her supple breasts and smooth ass cheeks for what seemed like hours. 

When Malanya tired of brutalizing the pale slut's tits and ass with the whip, she jumped back onto the Altar brandishing the riding crop once again. Malanya slapped Umika hard just above her clit and occasionally forced Umika to lift up off of Sarkon's prick so that she could smack the tiny nerve bundle itself, forcing delicious wails from Umika's unwilling lips until the princess's poor cunt felt as sore as the rest of her battered body.

An hour later Umika's pleas had reached a apex, and the breathless girl was ready to pass out, her breasts crisscrossed with markings from Malanya's whip. As Umika sagged forward, exhausted, Malanya removed the cock-ring and reinserted her mate's cock into Umika's snatch. 

"Thank you for this mercy, First Wife...my breasts and pussy are in so much pain. Uhhh... please no more..." Umika coughed as Malanya bit Umika's nipples and slapped her ass cheeks.