4 comments/ 11360 views/ 11 favorites Pillage By: justtheone EDIT 10/15 1. They had, on her orders, left Achara at the top of the stairs two levels above, holding off at least half a dozen warriors by herself. The ringing clashes of their swords, interspersed with furious cries and curses, could still be heard echoing down the tight spiral passageway. Voy tried to tell herself if anyone could survive those odds, it was Achara. They didn't call her the Princess of Steel for nothing. She still would have preferred to stay up there fighting beside her. "How in hell are we going to get out of this shithole if we keep running deeper underground?" Shovon shushed her and dragged her along a corridor by her arm. "There's bound to be a bolt hole to the surface somewhere at the far end of these tunnels. Probably several. Bandits don't want to end up trapped in their own hideout." "But what about Achara?" "She told us to go. She's buying us time. Let's not waste it." More men were running up the stairs from further below, their armor and weapons jangling. They turned a corner and found themselves in a dead end. A storeroom or a rather a scraproom, heaped with moldering clothing, broken chunks of wood, ruined armor and weapons blackened in the torchlight with rust and with blood. This must be where the bandits flung everything they took from their victims that they couldn't make a profit from or put to use themselves. "Let's not get cornered in here," said Voy. But Shovon stopped her as she was turning. Then she handed her a small stoppered bottle with some bubbly purple liquid in it that seemed to be faintly glowing. "In case things ... go against us," she said, "Drink this down. It should prevent the bandits from being able to see you. Lasts a few hours. Will give you a chance to slip away if you keep quiet." "What about you?" "Only enough for one," said Shovon, hefting her wand, "I'm ashamed. I got you both into this mess." Voy didn't disagree. The three of them had come this morning to a ruined castle in the Bearclaws (a range of mountains). The dissolution of the kingdom of Garchan a decade ago, due to the white wyrm plague, had left many such abandoned and overgrown structures throughout this part of the continent, which remained sparsely populated. A bandit clan led by a half-orc shaman had been using this particular ruin as their base since the preceding winter. Shovon had learned that the clan was going to attack a river convoy passing close on that day, which was supposed to have nearly emptied the fortress. This would provide Voy and her comrades a chance to acquire certain valuable sorcerous artifacts in the shaman's possession, against little opposition. But no sooner had they got inside this place than the entire clan returned. The boats they'd been waiting to ambush must not have appeared, or perhaps they were better guarded than expected. Now the three women had to get out. Every direction they tried, they met another stream of men and orcs, baying for blood. Half a minute after exiting the scraproom, Voy and Shovon found themselves confronted with a troll twice their height. Voy's sword would prove useless against the monster's hide. Shovon stepped in front of her and sprayed the troll with ice from her wand. This only slightly slowed its advance. The tip of Shovon's wand was trembling. "Get out of here!" she shrieked, "Go back!" Voy fled the same way they'd just come. And again, she could hear enemies approaching. Before they came into view, she reached the scraproom and lunged inside. She kicked the door closed behind her, but made no attempt to bar or barricade it. Then she put the bottle Shovon had given her to her mouth, tugging out its cork with her teeth. She guzzled the potion. A strange, giddy warmth suffused her body ... Then as she watched, the hand holding the tiny empty bottle vanished in front of her. She looked down herself, and saw her legs had disappeared as well between the hem of her leather tunic and the folded tops of her boots. She had turned invisible! But only her body, her flesh itself. All her clothing and equipment remained unchanged. For the spell to do her any good, she must undress. She must discard her weapons too. It was her only choice. Fast as she could, she shrugged her jacket from her shoulders and even as it hit the floor she had the buckle of her sword belt unfastened. Only then as she was sliding the belt from its loops around the middle of her tunic, Voy froze and hesitated. Was this really a good idea? The door rattled and thumped behind her. Swollen with damp, it was difficult to shove open, in spite of not having any sort of lock. Voy crouched behind the biggest of the debris piles, dragging her tunic over her head as she did. Her face burned with humiliation—it felt cowardly to make this choice. Yet if she was found in here, alone, she knew she would have no chance, she would die. She would end up hacked to pieces. Or they might not bother—they might take her prisoner instead. The thought made her shudder. The things men like these would do to a girl her size if she allowed them to render her helpless ... She nearly forgot about the headband holding her bangs from her eyes. Surely if she hadn't torn it aside at the very last second as the door burst open, the bandit would have spotted her as she was peeking at him over the top of the garbage pile. She still wore her boots and loincloth. But she didn't try to take them off. She held herself perfectly still as the man stood in the doorway scowling around. "No one here?" he asked himself, "Or is she only hiding?" Then he stepped further in with another bandit behind him, both with axes and torches. They began to poke around amongst the trash. Voy gently eased her last-resort dagger from its sheath in the side of her left boot. Then another bandit stuck his head in, shouting: "Don't waste your time in here! We've captured a witch!" "Is she a hideous hag?" "Not at all. She looks quite young! An altogether fetching morsel, my lads. Come and judge for yourself! Hurry, before the leader locks her away." The men ran out, laughing. 2. Voy crept through the spooky corridors as silently she could manage. She kept close to the walls and hunched low. With concentration, she found she could see herself faintly. A ghostly transparent green image. The color and the transparency weren't the strangest parts. Voy hadn't looked herself over while she was completely undressed in a long time. Without her usual accoutrements, it was embarrassing how small and childlike and ineffectual she appeared. Like some pathetic beggarly waif from the back alleys of a town, no warrior, no adventuress. She needed a haircut. Without her headband to keep them out of her way, her own damp bangs kept blinding her. It was infuriating. She had to squint and strain to make out the magical image. It made her sweat and gave her a headache. When she didn't put the effort in, it faded away completely and she couldn't see herself any better than the bandits could. It was surprisingly difficult to make progress like that, not able to tell with accuracy where she was putting her hands and feet. She kept kicking pebbles or lumps in the stone floor without meaning to, stubbing her toes, or splashing in puddles of muck. She had to be especially careful about those. Not only because of noise. If she got too much filth splattered on her legs, she'd give herself away. Wet feet left footprints. Luckily she found an old smelly sheepskin draped over a bench to clean herself with. Though of course she couldn't keep it with her when she moved forward again. She would need to be much more careful each time she took a step. She was still carrying her knife. Voy had fought through her reluctance and squeamishness, abandoning both her sturdy boots and her loincloth, and along with that final piece of coverage, at least in her mind, the last scrap of her personal dignity. Yet she couldn't bear to have no weapon with her at all. She knew that keeping the thing only increased her risk of needing to use it. Small as it was, it would do her little good if she was discovered. It would be the safer and smarter choice to hold nothing and put all her trust and initiative on stealth alone. Recognizing all these facts, for the moment, she retained the weapon regardless. Voy held the blade as close to the floor as possible, and tried her best to keep it in the shadows. Despite the innumerable torches, coal braziers and firepits the bandits kept going, the majority of the tunnels and chambers she passed through remained quite impenetrably dark. That worked in her favor. A haze of eye-watering smoke filled the catacombs. The greatest danger was one of the bandits blundering against her by chance in one of the narrow corridors. Currently the majority were not moving around much. They sat in groups drinking, gambling, nursing wounds. Voy didn't know what had happened to Achara yet. She overheard two of the men talking about a woman still loose and hiding somewhere in the caves. One of them thought the woman had escaped the castle completely by now; the other didn't agree, didn't think that was possible. "She couldn't have made it to any of the three gates from where we lost track of her, let alone got herself through one. Not without being spotted. There are far too many of us." Voy couldn't determine if they were speaking of her or of Achara. She heard another bandit telling her friends around a table that one woman had been captured and taken to the leader for questioning. No second prisoner was mentioned, and neither was there any word of a woman being slain. Voy hurried up a stairway, a different set than the one her and Shovon used earlier. At the end of it, to her disappointment, she found herself not emerging on ground level but the very top of a high tower. The round chamber was missing about a quarter of its wall ... A dizzying prospect of the moonlit forest below the castle's few remaining fragments of curtain wall, shaggy with ivy. The leader of the bandits was up here, warming his hands over a brazier. And he had Shovon with him, bound at the wrists and ankles to a triangular wooden framework with her arms stretched over her head and her feet widespread. She'd lost her pointy hat, and her spectacles had been knocked crooked on her face. Her face, understandably, was very forlorn. The leader of the bandits was an imposing figure. Though rather squat, his orc blood allowed him greater muscle mass than even the largest and strongest humans. Tusks like a boar's projected from his lower lip, and the way his hairy ears stuck above the top of his head in tufted points was further reminiscent of a boar. A bristling bearskin was draped over his shoulders. Otherwise he wore only a black kilt and a chattering necklace of bones and crudely carved amulets. Two other bandits stood in the room on either side of Shovon's frame. An orc and an ordinary man—ordinary except for the burns disfiguring his features. The leader spoke without looking at his captive. "I know what you were trying to steal from me. Who told you of this? It would be unwise of you to attempt to lie." "The man said he was called Three Legs," Shovon answered, "I do not know if he was honest about that. I met him in a tavern. Plied him with drink." The shaman snorted. "I know the man." He turned and gestured to the burned-face bandit. "Go down and kill Three Legs at once. Feed the body to the dogs." The man bowed and left. Voy had to scramble quick to get out of his way in front of the stairs. She left the knife behind her, under the edge of the first step. The burned man did not notice it as he tromped rapidly down the curve, loosening his sword from its scabbard as he went. "How many were with you?" was the shaman's next question. "Only one other," she replied. "That is a lie. But I forgive you for it. It is noble of you to try to shield your companions. I know there were at least two. Were there more?" "Yes," she said, "Five of us." He snickered. "Well, I suppose it's possible. Time will tell." He held up one of the amulets on his necklace against her forehead. A jewel in the center flickered blue. "You have some natural power in you, girl. Though it's clear you overexerted yourself. A frequent mistake of the young." To the other orc he asked "Did she kill any of our people?" "No, Warlord," said the orc, "She resisted capture with some spirit. But her spellwork was not very potent. Not against our troll, in any case." "Hmm. Well then." He stroked his chin in thought. "You are a fine looking specimen. Elvish ancestry, I imagine, if diluted a couple generations. I respect your courage, and I know how you witches value your pride and privileges above nearly all other considerations, as a rule. If you choose it, I will allow you the honor of a clean death, here and now. If you wish to survive, you must serve me, and you must please me with your service. You shall have to please my men as well when I deem it fit for you to do so. If you fail in your service, you will be subjected to torture until your efforts improve. When I tire of your service, you will be sold." "I ... I have people that would ransom me. Handsomely. Provided I am not ill-used. My sisters in the Sacred Arts. You must allow me to write a letter to the head of my order. Please." "In time, perhaps. If they do not offer enough, I know others that shall. You will not be ill-used, if you behave yourself. You will, however, be used. Do not deceive yourself that you can avoid that service in any other manner than immediate execution. Which is an option I shall grant you only this one time. What say you?" Knowing the ways of witches as she did, Voy was sure Shovon would choose death. "I ... I shall serve you," she said. "Very good. You made the braver choice." He fitted a metal collar around her neck. Red runes illuminated around its surface when he locked it in place. Shovon jerked in her ropes and groaned. "What ... what is this? Ohh. I feel ... I feel heavy all over. Heaviness pressing down on me ... what have you done?" "A spell inscribed in the collar will inhibit your talent and prevent you from using magic. You will soon grow used to the sensation." To the other orc he said, "Unbind her. Then you may go. I shall not wish to be disturbed unless I call a summons. Make that known." "Understood, Warlord." The shaman seated himself on a high backed chair. When Shovon stood unbound before him, and the other orc had departed, he said, "Strip, slave. And pleasure me." Trembling, Shovon bowed and began to undress. Voy considered trying to intervene. She would have to get hold of the knife again. She found, to her shame, she could not summon the courage. Not against such a formidable opponent. Not while she was entirely naked. Her guts wrenched. She stayed huddled on her haunches against the far wall, watching. Her stomach felt filled with serpents and she feared the orc would detect the hammering of her heart or her shallow, panting breaths. She was trembling all over as much as Shovon was, and yet sweat dripped from the tip of her nose, and from her chin. She felt more streaming down her ribs from her armpits. Her bare toes gripped painfully on the chill tiles that made up the floor. When Shovon stood naked, her body glistened in the moonlight. She didn't know where to put her hands. They fluttered vaguely around her, like moths. Voy could tell she wanted to cover her breasts and her sex, but knew her captor would not like that. Finally she clasped her hands behind her against the small of her back. Almost as if she was bound again. Shovon had a very narrow waist and her ribs were visible, like Voy's (except not now, thankfully, because of the potion). Her breasts were larger than Voy would have guessed. They hung much lower and further apart than Voy's did, though Voy noticed her own nipples were bigger and darker than the witch's. They stuck out like spikes. The sight made Voy's nipples strain and ache in sympathy. Shovon's pale arms, legs, and her belly were surprisingly muscular. She had forgotten to remove her spectacles. The half-orc did not comment. He pushed his kilt to his ankles and kicked it aside. His ... organ stood against his hairy green belly. It was a mighty specimen. To Voy's eyes it was terrifying, in fact. "Come to me," he commanded, "Mount yourself." Shovon breathed a long, wavering sigh and sniffled, then hung her head and moved to obey, but at the last moment he stopped her and pushed her back. "I forgot something. There is a red jar on the shelf on the wall behind you. Go over there and pick it up. It contains oil. Anoint yourself with it. Apply a liberal amount." "It ... it tingles," Shovon said with a startled gasp, when she'd done as he told her. "Then it is doing its work. Now, my pretty creature, to business. Did you bed that treacherous fool Three Legs, to pump my secrets from him?" She blushed and nodded. "I did." "Did you ride upon him, or allow him to pin you down?" "I would not have allowed a man like that to pin me down." "I thought not. Show me how you rode him. Show me how you mastered him, witch." 3. So far in her nineteen years, Voy had only lain once with a man. She had enjoyed the experience, except that it hadn't lasted long enough to satisfy her. Handsome and affable as her partner had been, she did not allow him any further opportunities to disappoint her. And she had not yet encountered another man she liked well enough to make a second attempt with. That single instance of lovemaking had been slow and gentle, in order to make the expected pain of her sundered virginity as easy and transitory as possible. Nonetheless Voy was perfectly aware that sex was not always so. More often than not it was a frenzied and violent activity. Still she was taken by surprise at the speed and savagery with which Shovon rode upon the cock of the half-orc. Especially in consideration of the appendage's girth. It baffled Voy that Shovon could accept the entire length and breadth of the shaft within herself without causing her innards grievous injury. Furthermore at such a furious galloping pace. From the expression on her face, Shovon seemed to share Voy's bewilderment. Her eyes were huge and unfocused, while her lips were pursed in a frown of confusion and self-disgust. She supported herself with both hands upon the bulging muscles of her captor's chest, with her legs folded beneath her outside both his own, her feet hooked inward across his thighs, her long skinny toes flexing in time to each harsh skin-smacking bounce of her body. Voy was struck by the poise and grace of her exertions, despite the violence with which she moved. She somehow maintained perfect balance. Shovon fucked with the precision of a ritual dance. She made no sound while she labored, not since the first moment of penetration. When she had knelt over the half-orc's lap and then slowly, carefully impaled herself upon his cock, Shovon had allowed herself a single cry. Voy would never forget the echoing sound of it. Not an outright scream, but a piteous, broken wail, choked-off halfway through. "Your technique impresses me, witch," said the half-orc, holding himself rigid as a statue beneath her ministrations, "Your motion seems very ... practiced. Indeed, it is ... most ... stimulating." Shovon sniffled, then quickened her pace faster still. Voy was awestruck. "Delightful," breathed the half-orc, "Delightful!" Suddenly Shovon stiffened and threw back her head. Her eyes shut while her mouth dropped open, and she exclaimed: "Huuhh! Huh-huh-huh-huuhhhhhh ...." After a moment she gathered herself, blinking and shaking her head, also snuffling and then blowing out a buzz though loose lips like a horse. Then she resumed her bounces with the same determined force as before. But her panting breaths remained far more audible than previously. Pillage "Slave," said the half-orc, in an offhand tone, "did you just climax?" "Yes," she said, without breaking her rhythm, but blushing. "I didn't mean to. I couldn't help it. I am sorry if that displeased you. Sir." "It did not displease me," said the half-orc, "That oil I fashioned works better than I anticipated, it seems." He slapped her bottom, but rather softly. "Dismount now. I wish to try you out in another position. Get on the floor on your hands and knees. Wait. You better apply more of the oil to yourself first. Make sure you rub a good size dollop on to your ass." Shovon blanched. "Sir, I ... I have never had sex in that fashion before." "Have you not? Excellent." "Please, sir, will you allow me to pleasure you in some alternative manner? My mouth, perhaps?" "Are you frightened to take my cock up your asshole, little witch?" "Yes. Yes I am." She knelt down on the floor. "Please, sir, I beseech you. Please." "You beg most enticingly. Very well, I shall give way for the present. You may attempt to complete my pleasure with your mouth. If you don't succeed within a reasonable span, we shall proceed to the other thing. But I shall allow you a fair chance." "Thank you, sir. Thank you." "In future, I want you to address me as 'my Lord.'" "Yes, my lor—" He had cut her off by jamming his cock into her mouth. 4. The burned face bandit was escorting Shovon to a dungeon. Voy followed the pair of them down the winding steps, deeper and deeper. The stairs were moist. They managed to feel sticky and slippery at the same time. Shovon's feet made echoing slaps each further step she took. Swick, swack, swick, swack ... The burned man's boots made no sound at all. Voy's feet made the same noise as Shovon's, no matter how careful and light she tried to keep her movements. Perhaps she was only imagining the sound. Nevertheless she did her best to walk in time with Shovon, so her slapping steps would mask Voy's. The half-orc shaman had not bothered to tie or chain Shovon's hands before he had her led down from his tower. In Voy's opinion that seemed more demeaning than if he had. A cruel taunting emphasis of Shovon's status. Enslaved and powerless and naked. She hung her head as she descended the stairs, while with one hand fiddled with the tight collar chafing her neck, the instrument that had erased or at least buried all her magical powers. Shining streaks of the half-orc's copious semen adorned her flushed cheeks and chin and both her swaying breasts. Voy could not forget that the witch had allowed herself to climax for the orc. Voy could not stop replaying the moment over and over in her memory. How could Shovon withstand the shame? In her place, Voy felt she would collapse into hysterics if she had humiliated herself as bad as that, and after so little resistance. She would have begged the vile half-orc to slay her. Voy had retrieved her knife when she followed Shovon from the tower. Now a turn-off presented itself. Should she take it, striking out on her own again? Or continue to tail after Shovon toward the dungeons? What possible good could she do for her in her abject wretchedness? Voy must concentrate on saving herself before the invisibility spell wore off. So she ducked into that side passage and hurried away. She didn't go far, though. She found she couldn't. An irresistible compulsion slowed her steps to a stumbling halt, and then drew her back around to the stairs and down them. She didn't know why, at first. She didn't understand it. Felt like a great metal hook embedded in her stomach. It didn't hurt her but she could not resist its mighty weight, its stern insistence. It would not let her depart. It was hauling her back to Shovon. Was it another spell? No, not really. Voy wanted it to be. It would excuse what was happening. But as she descended the stairs deeper and deeper, speeding her steps the lower she got, she knew it wasn't magic propelling her. In the depths of her heart, she knew she was doing this to herself. It was her own quickening desire which she couldn't fight. She had to find Shovon again. She must! She needed to see her, more than anything. Simple as that. Not to save her. There was no hope of that, not on her own. She only wanted to know what was going to happen to the witch next at the very bottom of those stairs. Whatever it was, Voy needed to witness for herself. Otherwise she would lose her mind wondering about it. "She is not to be harmed," the half-orc had commanded before the burned man took Shovon away. "She has pledged her service to me and proven her value. I will not have her harmed." Voy had only been separated from her for barely five minutes. Now as she finished the descent, she heard laughter and whistles from around the last bend. She heard more ... She heard wet smacking sounds, and grunts, and muffled gasps, and high-pitched whines. All those noises nearly made Voy turn around again and flee. Instead she ran through the door. But she put down the dagger first. The doorway was lit too bright. Too much noise coming from there, too many people. She dared not keep the weapon with her. It was the right choice—the "floating" knife would have been noticed immediately. Men and orcs lined the walls, dozens of them. Their faces streamed with sweat and drool. Most were naked and masturbating while they watched the performance in the center of the chamber. Voy knew that none of them could see her. She knew she was still safe (to a point). All the same, she found herself consumed with petrifying shyness. Like a child. She covered her breasts and her crotch with her hands. It served no purpose whatsoever—she could not help it, pure reflex. Too many leering eyes, too many massive monstrous cocks! All pointing directly at her from every direction, nodding their blunt heads under the pumping fists of the hunched and loathsome beasts that stood behind each and every one. It was dreadful, and yet mesmerizing, in the same electric moment. And of course outside of her mind, none of this predatory attention was actually concentrated upon Voy. It was all on the other girl, the one that was visible, the one that was getting ravished. The witch. Shovon was still upright, more or less—bent ninety degrees at the waist, and lifted on her tiptoes. A man railed her from behind, pummeling his hips against her buttocks. He held her wrists crossed between them, as another man held her head by her hair and made her suck his cock. Moments after Voy had slipped into the room, the man in front pulled his cock from Shovon's lips to spray his seed on her forehead and her nose and the lenses of her glasses. As it was happening, Shovon made the same exclamations as when she climaxed on the half-orc's cock. "Huuh! Huh-huh-huh-huuuuuhhhh ..." Then she went limp and would have collapsed to the ground if the two men weren't supporting all her weight. The man who had just ejaculated said: "We're so glad you decided to visit us today, witch. You are magical indeed." The other man in back shouted: "Coming! I'm coming!" He did not pull away when he did. "Guuuhhhuuhhuuuhh! Yes!" And Shovon hollered out a long keening wail of disgust and despair. Both men dropped her—but two others, both of them orcs, had rushed up and caught hold of her arms and legs before her body reached the floor. In moments, she was filled again. Neither made use of her mouth that time. Nothing muffled her screams. "My ass! My ass! Oh not my ass oh please oh no ohh ahhuuhhaahharrhh! Ahhaahhuuhhaarrhh!" Voy no longer screened her chest, because now she clutched her crotch as tight as she could squeeze with both hands. She nearly cried out at the sensation. All the strength had drained from her legs and she collapsed to her knees, halfway between the doorway and Shovon before her. Voy could not have found any space for herself against the walls. Too many spectators. Voy rarely permitted herself to masturbate. She was taught it was dishonorable, as well as dangerously addictive, and that it sapped one's vigor and battle-fury. Regardless, she sometimes succumbed to the urge. Now was going to have to be one of those times. She had never felt the need as strong as she was feeling it now. "Bastards!" Shovon screamed, "You will regret this night! It is no small thing to defile a sorceress. You will bring down my order's wrath upon you all! My sisters will avenge me! My sisters will punish every single one of you!" "You attacked us, witch," said the orc with his cock in her ass, "You wanted to steal from us. You should not have let us catch you. But you did. This is the price you must pay. Pay it, witch! Pay! Pay!" "Ahhuuhhaahh! Mercy! Mercy! Ahhhaahhuurrhh!" "You belong to us now. Come, witch. I want to watch you come again. We shall come together this time, you and I." "Never! No! I won't! Not again!" "Yes you will. Yes you will. I shall show you. I shall prove it." "Haahhuuhh! Huuuhh! Hhhhhnnnn!" Voy pitied Shovon, and yet she also knew she envied her. Voy wanted to feel the things the witch was being made to feel. She wanted to know if she was strong enough and brave enough to endure them as Shovon had to do. She wanted to experience pleasure—and disgrace—that forced you to scream your head off as if it was a death wound. Never in her life had Voy felt pleasure and disgrace combined on that level. She had never imagined such a mixture. The spectacle was awe-inspiring. She told herself it was the only aid she could offer to the witch—comradeship. So Shovon would not have to suffer the subjugation and the shame all alone. If only Voy dared to reveal herself and join her. Except she did not dare. She wanted to but she was too selfish and too much a coward. She stayed silent and invisible and only watched, fingering her cunt with one hand and her asshole with the other while she watched the cocks of the orcs ravaging Shovon's cunt and asshole at the same time. Shovon was already reaching yet another orgasm. "Goddess! Oh Goddess! How is this happening to me? I can't stop ..." Voy was nearly there with her, nearly, so close ... And then a man in back of her moving closer to the action as he jerked off happened to step on one of Voy's upturned feet and she screamed. 5. Two men held her in place on her knees while a couple buckets of water were poured over her head. When she was thoroughly drenched and sputtering, she was visible again. Though it was like she was a hollow sculpture made of glass. They were not put off by that. An orc wasted no time hunkering behind her and pressing his cock to her slot. She was grateful he went for her cunt and not her rectum. And yet she was disappointed too. She reminded herself it was bound to happen soon. Shovon was also on her knees, galloping astride another bandit on his back while using both her hands to crank the cocks of two more men standing on either side of her. She made the pair unload simultaneously over her bouncing breasts. She wasn't looking at the men or their cocks as they came. She was looking straight at Voy with an expression that was sad and almost somewhat accusatory. "I'm sorry," Voy called to her, or started to, only then the orc's cock was shoving inside her and just as she had desired, she was forced to scream. The orc held her hips and fucked her and it was utter agony. She thought she was prepared—she wasn't, it hurt a hundred times worse than she imagined. And yet she found she loved it. She found it was exactly what she needed at the core of her being. The pain changed to pleasure. It never stopped hurting—but now she loved the hurt. Her feet lifted from the floor behind her so she was balanced on her knees alone, and all her toes clenched and cramped. She was astonished to hear her own voice calling out with awe and worship, in imitation of Shovon, to a deity Voy herself did not think she believed in. "Goddess! Ohhoohh my dear Goddess! GODDESS!" The tightening movement of her left foot—the one that just got stomped on—increased its throbbing. But now that pain also registered as pleasurable in the throes of her transcendence. As she started to climax, another orc put his cock in her mouth. She had never sucked a cock before. A warrior female of the Shonjeth clan does not allow men's penises into her mouth. That is only for whores or for slaves. She suckled it dutifully. Eagerly. The flavor was awful and also it was perfect. "I have given up my honor," she thought to herself, "I have disgraced my training and succumbed to temptation and wantonness. I am ruined. I am a slave now." The admission made her come again, squealing around the cock that filled her mouth. Then all the sudden that cock was pulled away. "Wait," she said, "Don't. Let me—" She didn't actually know what she was going to ask. It didn't matter. Semen burst from the tip of the penis and splattered across her face. She was shocked by the heat of it. Then she felt the orc behind her remove himself and decorate her buttocks and back. Yes, it was fitting. Covered with the reeking white seed of their captors, Shovon and her were the same now. The two men holding up her arms fitted their cocks into her hands. She squeezed and pumped the shafts, copying Shovon's technique best as she could perform. Another orc stood over her and slapped her face with his cock. She tried to suck him but he wouldn't allow it. He only wanted to beat himself off on her face. Someone else knelt behind her, but did not penetrate her. Instead all he wanted to do was spank her ass. "Oh please! Please! Someone fuck me! Please! I'll do anything! Fuck me! I can't bear it! Pleazzzze!" "You don't deserve more fucking," said the man spanking her, "You enjoy it too much. You're a thief and a spy! You need punishment! Proper punishment!" SWACK! SWACK! "Suffer, bitch! Suffer and scream!" "Mercy! Mercy! Please! I beg you! Forgive me! Fuck me! Let me earn forgiveness! I am your slave! I'll earn your forgiveness with fucking! Please! Master! Give me your cock! I'll make you come! I swear I'll make you come!" "You just wanna come yourself," said the spanker, "You won't trick me! Thief! No more coming for you!" Did he mean it? He couldn't! She would go mad! "Please! Mercy! Ahhaahhuhh Master! Please!" The orc in front of her hosed her with his come, and then, praise the Goddess, the two men with their cocks in her hands dragged her to her feet and turned her so that both could jam themselves within her at the same time. "Hey!" she heard the spanker complaining, "Don't give her what she wants!" The other men shoved him aside. "She can come as much as she likes," said the man in front of her, "so long as I get mine!" "Shit," muttered the surly spanker, "You idiots will never train her properly." "You're just pissed and weird 'cause you can never get hard enough for regular fucking," replied the man pressing behind her. "Watch and learn, you sad sick bastard." Despite his bravado, he encountered difficulty getting into her ass—he cursed and had to put up with jibes from spectators, but did not let any of this dissuade him. He persevered and won through. "Slut!" he bellowed, "Slut! Take it! Take it!" "I'm taking it!" was her answer, "Goddess! I'm taking it!" That was her last coherent vocalization, for the remainder of the night. After that all she could manage were animal sounds. When those two men had finished with her, the water from the buckets had mostly evaporated, except for from her hair. But by then the majority of Voy's flesh remained visible because of all the semen covering her. She never noticed when the spell wore off beneath all that mess. None of her masters made comment either. Pillaged Pussy Life was good for a marauder. Here they sat -- circled around a bonfire, roaring and laughing, a successful week of raiding and plundering behind them -- now with beautiful, buxom wenches riding their cocks. It had taken quite some effort for these great warriors to arrive at this place with such bounty. The plentiful food and drink that filled their bellies, the gold and silver and precious jewels that overflowed their sacks, had all come at great price. Villages had been invaded, pillaged, burned. And, of course, the fine pieces of ass that greatly pleasured them now -- their best spoils of war -- had also been obtained through much effort. "This wench was quite a burden to capture," Hroldgar exclaimed while leaning back against a tree, his hands clasped behind his head as he looked up at the woman enthusiastically riding up and down on his immense dick. "But worth every scratch and slap from her," he laughed now, gazing up at her admiringly. And there was much to admire. The woman bouncing up and down in his lap was a shapely thing. Full, luscious ass cheeks shook enticingly as they pounded rhythmically at the base of his cock. Although she faced Hroldgar as she straddled him, from her back the other men could plainly see the ample rounded curves of her large breasts protruding on either side of her torso. They knew Hroldgar was getting his fill of those huge tits, as they jounced and swayed above him, jiggling and shaking to her tempo. As the woman did her work, she tossed her head back and forth, her long dark tresses falling across her face. That, coupled with her loud moans and gasps, made it hard to believe that this woman, so overcome with obvious pleasure now, had been forcefully taken only days previously. "She can run fast," Hroldgar spoke proudly between gasping breaths, "but I chased her down. I wasn't going to let this fine tits and ass get away from me. I was going to take her and take her hard. She led me on a merry chase through the village and into her hut, screaming and flailing all the way. And wouldn't you know -- she led me right to her bed, where I trapped her." The other men chuckled, and Hroldgar now began lifting his hips in short, hard thrusts to meet the woman's bouncings. This served to intensify the woman's ecstasy, as was evident by her beginning to cry out. The other men laughed at her helpless and shameless display of pleasure. They watched her arch her back and reach behind to take each of her ass cheeks in her hands. Grasping handfuls of her own luscious ass, she pulled her globes apart as she rapidly rode Hroldgar's cock. As he continued his account, his voice was now a bit breathier. "I wrestled the wench down onto her own bed, her fighting me tooth and nail as I tore her dress from her. She writhed and kicked, I tell you. She put up a fierce struggle. I had to pin her arms and legs and press her body down into the bed with my full weight. It was yet another fight to get her comely legs spread. She pressed them together with all her might, protecting her flower, but I was determined to get to it and get to it fast. Luckily, the gods blessed me with a very long, very thick cock. And just the feel of this wench's naked flesh moving underneath me made me hard enough to plunge my prick right between her clenched legs straight into her tight pussy. She screamed like the virgin she was, but I tell you, as I started pumping that sweet fuck hole, it wasn't long before it was a sweet WET fuck hole." The other men roared with laughter, all of them understanding this experience -- the experience of rape that quickly became not rape. The feeling of power that these warriors relished, of forcing their victims to feel pleasure, of overwhelming such delectable creatures with their massive, hard-thrusting shafts that delivered waves of sheer ecstasy. "Soon," Hroldgar continued, now becoming breathless very quickly, "as her juices flowed freely, her screaming ... turned to moaning. Then ... praise the gods ... she was wrapping her legs around me ... and digging her heels ... into my tense, thrusting ass ... pulling my cock into her DEEPER!" Hroldgar's fellow raiders renewed their laughter, nodding with approval and understanding. They knew of what Hroldgar spoke. The formerly pure that immediately became the whore. The men congratulated themselves on the irresistible power of their immense swords of manhood. And here, as living proof of Hroldgar's powerful sword, this magnificent, big-tittied, shapely-assed, freshly-initiated whore brought herself and her captor to full, thundering climax. As she continued slicing along Hroldgar's long shaft, she threw her head back, arched her curvaceous back and screamed her ecstasy into the night. Hroldgar violently bucked his hips as he came, heaving upward as he strained and grunted in manly satisfaction. When the other marauders' applause and whooping died down, Skelgard took the figurative baton of tale-telling. "This wench is not the fierce fighting animal that you take pleasure in. Nay, she knew it was futile to resist," Skelgard was gazing upon his captured booty, which was also riding up and down on his cock, but facing away from him, towards the other men. Since his blonde beauty had the biggest tits of them all, Skelgard had purposefully, in a show of great pride, positioned her to face his fellow raiders. And his fellow raiders were truly entranced by Skelgard's woman. Every single one of them wanted nothing more than to twist and suckle those giant, round, soft pink nipples that adorned those enormous, creamy white breasts. Her hefty tits hung down to her elbows as great pendulums. There was nary a valley between them, as their enormity upon her chest pressed them together in natural tight cleavage. "I caught her working in the field, harvesting grain. She was drenched in delicious sweat under the hot sun, her dress clinging to her naked body underneath. Her cow tits were only barely covered by her bodice, her giant nipples clearly visible through the cloth as they strained against it. I knew I had to have them." Now, as if to illustrate her captor's account, as she bounced up and down on Skelgard's short but extra wide cock, the woman pulled her elbows behind her back and thrust her huge titties forward. With her back arched so curvaceously and her head thrown back, her enormous boobs seemed even more pronounced. They were all the men could focus on, as they bounced and swung together in a mesmerizing rhythm. But then the leering marauders were jarred from their enthrallment when the woman -- and her giant breasts -- ceased bouncing on Skelgard's shaft. Now she instead began to grind and circle her swelling hips. This effectively sent her formerly bouncing tits to sensually swaying and swinging, together and then in opposite directions. It was obvious that the woman was treating her pussy to immense delight with her work. As she bore down and circled her pussy around on Skelgard's lap, she rounded her mouth into a perfect "o" and began to loudly express her bliss by moaning "ooooo" and "ooohhh." At this, the men began to chuckle -- the wench's shameless display of whorish pleasure. Skelgard continued his tale, beginning to sound a bit breathless at his woman's gyrations: "I didn't have to tackle her. I didn't have to force her. I didn't have to even say a word to her. She knew what I was and what I was there for. She didn't resist, but she didn't help, either. I had to rip her dress off of her sweaty body, as she stood there in the middle of the grain field. I stripped her totally naked under the blazing sun. She did not attempt to cover herself at all. She stood nude before me, hands down by her sides, her breasts thrust forward, as if she were presenting herself to me. My lustful eyes fully took in the sight. At first, I thought my eyes deceived me when I saw the immense size and heaviness of her naked tits. As I stared, her huge nipples tightened and went hard and long. Just like that, she was ready for a fucking. Without a word, she got down on her hands and knees like a dog right there in the field. Truly a bitch in heat. Then, turning so that her fleshy ass was toward me, she raised herself into a squat, gripped her own ankles and bent forward, lifting her ass in the air as an offering." Now there was no laughter from his captive audience. Instead, there were stunned stares and murmurs of amazement, as the warriors leaned forward to hear more. "I immediately took to my knees and firmly grasped her shapely buttocks in my hands, forcing them upward to meet my swift invasion. I found her pussy lips to be swollen as I wedged my massive cock between them. Her fuck hole was tight, but it was as slick as her sweaty body, and my shaft slid in up to its hilt with ease. My invading tool has never felt such exquisite pleasure in a pussy hole, I can tell you." Skelgard now sat up and reached around to take his woman's enormous tits in his hands. They were far more than a handful, so he lifted them from underneath and, as he squeezed them, he gave them a good shake. Their massive weight caused them to titillatingly wobble before their delighted audience. As Skelgard fondled her breasts, the woman continued her display of wanton desire, spreading her legs even further apart as she ground her hips slowly and sensually on Skelgard's cock. "She soon got back down on all fours and literally wailed as I gave it to her there in the grain. Anyone passing close at hand would have sworn they heard wild animals mating in the field. Her cries of lust rose in volume as I drove my massive cock relentlessly in and out of her clenching pussy hole. The sun beat down upon our naked bodies as we furiously fucked. We both were drenched in sweat, and her pussy juices poured down her legs, adding to our sopping mess. My every thrust in and out of that soaked pussy hole rang out in wet slapping and sucking. This, joined with her groaning and my grunting, made the animal fucking sounds complete." The men roared with laughter in their approval of such a primal scene. As if it were a re-enactment, there was now a noticeable slurping sound as Skelgard's woman began pistoning up and down on his cock again. "In our excited animal lust, I reached forward and took hold of her massive hanging teats. Just as a farmer milks a cow, I pulled down hard on those long, thick nipples, squeezing them as they dangled down toward the ground. In this way, I milked her enormous, slippery tits. And, I tell you, my treating her like a cow renewed her animal heat: Her moans and howls grew more lustful, and she bucked her hips backward to meet my fucking strokes. As soon as she began to fuck me back like that, it wasn't long before ... we ... both ... reached ... sweet ... release ... AAAAAUUUUUUUGHH...." Skelgard was now cumming, and he was cumming hard. The marauders around the bonfire roared with laughter and shouted their appreciation as they watched Skelgard and his woman both cum with great ferocity. She was crying out over and over as the waves of intense pleasure washed through her heaving body, and Skelgard hammered his exploding cock upward into her pussy as she wildly rode him in her ecstasy. The warriors' rowdiness carried on for several minutes as they cheered Skelgard and drank to his health. But soon the ruckus died down as their great leader took center stage. A silence fell around the bonfire as all eyes turned to him. He sat upright and regally beside the fire, his arms crossing his chest, with his naked wench on her knees beside him. She was bent over his lap, her dark head bobbing up and down as she sucked his cock. His eyes were fierce as he looked at his many warriors, and then he began his tale. "Once we conquered the village, I rode high and proud from it. Alas, there hadn't been one pussy among the villagers that I desired to fuck. But then, as I was riding on the outskirts along the river, I saw this one from behind, bathing at the water's edge." For emphasis, he gripped a handful of his woman's hair and pulled her head away from his lap, his massive cock slipping in a stream of spittle from her hungry mouth. Up until now, Hroldgar had boasted the largest cock, but his shrank in comparison to that of their leader. The most immense and impressive of them all, their leader's shaft jutted upward from between his legs at least 11 inches. It stabbed the air with pride and nobility, and its thickness was such that his wench's hand was unable to fully enclose its girth. The men gazed at their leader's manhood with hushed awe. Their leader, with one hand still gripping his woman's long, brown, tangled hair, now slapped at her naked tits. They were respectably round and full with dark pink, pert nipples, but they were not nearly as large as the breasts of the other women who had been displayed this evening. "Ah, she doesn't have the best here," he chuckled as he clutched at her bare breasts, "but let me show you where she does. And, I tell you, with a shaft as enormous as mine, what she has to offer got my attention." Still clutching her hair, he hauled his naked woman to her feet and led her to a large tree stump among the circle of marauders. With one arm, he powerfully lifted his woman on top of the stump and positioned her, by pressing down forcefully on her back, onto her hands and knees. Then he stepped to the side to let his men get a good look. It was then that the men could see what their bold leader spoke of. The woman simply had the largest pussy they had ever laid eyes upon. Their leader had had his woman's pussy shaved just so he could put it on such proud display this night. And in the bright firelight, the men could now plainly see every bare detail of her pussy. And they all got up from their seats, casting their own naked wenches aside, so they could move closer to get a better look. From her simple doggy-style position, she could proudly display her outer pussy lips, which were abundant, especially in their current swollen arousal. They spread from between her legs to overflow onto her delicate under thighs, more fully than any labia the men had ever seen before. Their leader suddenly smacked the woman on one of her creamy white ass cheeks. "Show them," he commanded, as her shapely ass shook from his blow. Now the woman proudly arched her back so that her ass rose higher and her pussy thrust upward into a position that offered a better view. Then, she reached back with both of her hands and, taking either side of her outer labia in her fingers, she pulled her pussy lips open to fully present the inside of her pussy to the men. They leaned forward and were treated to the sight of her bright pink, silky smooth inner labia. Her arousal fluids within these inner pussy lips glistened in the firelight. Also from this angle, they could see her clit dangling down from her pussy lips. Previous to this, they hadn't known such a large, long, thick -- and now hard -- clit existed. "Wider!" the leader ordered her with another brisk slap to her ass. She obeyed by spreading her inner pussy lips apart to reveal her perfectly oval, lovely pink fuck hole. Every single man present wanted nothing more than to lose himself by plowing into that pussy hole. "So now you plainly see why I had to have this particular pussy," their leader said, resuming his tale. "When she looked up from her bathing and saw me coming, she began to run. Of course, since I was on horseback, her attempt to flee was senseless. I swiftly rode up beside her wet, naked body, bent down and with one arm, took her about her breasts and easily lifted her up. As I lifted her up to me, I raised her slightly above my lap and then in one swift motion, I forcefully rammed her down, impaling that enormous, inviting pussy onto my spear of manhood. Her squealing and thrashing suddenly turned to screaming. She screamed and screamed as I raped her. Of course, every woman I've ever fucked has screamed on my massive cock, whether I'm ramming into a rape hole or a willing pussy hole. And, I tell you, there isn't one pussy that has taken my immense dick -- even willingly and repeatedly -- that each time doesn't experience pain along with pleasure. Hers was a rape hole at this point, of course, and would be for a time. It takes a pussy a while to warm up to my massive tool of invasion and turn from a rape hole into a whore hole. I, on the other hand, was greatly enjoying the horseback ride, as the fierce galloping motions forced her tight pussy to ride up and down on my huge cock. I didn't have to do anything except revel in the fine pleasure -- and keep a grip on her to keep her from bouncing off my dick as she was forced upward. It was a fine sight, I tell you: Her naked body violently jouncing up and down, her long hair thrashing about, her bare tits wildly bouncing, her gorgeous pussy hole being forced to take my cock as we galloped along. Her pussy is big, but its passage is tight, and it was completely overwhelmed as my massive dick filled it to the hilt. I rode back through the middle of the village so that all could see that I had made my claim on their fair maiden. That I was fucking her at my pleasure, and that she was being fucked and there was nothing she or anyone else could do about it. All eyes took in the sight of my massive prick impaling her luscious, spread-wide pussy." Even now, at the bonfire, all eyes continued to take in the sight of her luscious, spread-wide pussy. Each and every man gazing upon her was fantasizing of taking her right then and there. Each one had the urge to thrust his hard manhood into those delectable pussy lips. Lips that would completely envelop his shaft in warm, wet, supreme pleasure. Lips that would swallow his cock in a grip and sensually move in and out with each of his dick's thrusting strokes. And the way she was aroused and presenting herself, it looked like a pleading invitation. Knowing full well what was on his men's minds, their leader stepped up to the woman's pussy entrance, his massively long and thick cock at attention. He took either side of her fleshy ass tightly in his hands and visibly clasped her this way to hold her firmly in place. Then, in an act that demonstrated his dominance over not only this woman but also over all of these men, he plunged his stalwart cock fully and deeply into the pussy. True to his claims, the woman helplessly screamed as she took his penis. She threw back her head, and her shrieks echoed into the dark forest. As her screaming died down to desperate gasping and whimpering, the leader resumed his tale. To his men's unending awe, he spoke in a steady, controlled voice that belied any pleasure he was experiencing from his thrusting shaft being buried in such a sublime pussy. "As we rode out of the village, I shot my seed into the pussy hole. But her passage was grasping my manflesh so snugly and exciting me so continuously, my shaft lost not one bit of its stiffness. I was far from spent. It was time to turn her rape hole into a whore hole, so I stopped along the river's edge and dismounted both her and the horse. I made her to lie on the ground, and I took off all of my clothes and got down on my knees between her legs. I spread her legs as far apart as possible, so that she was fully open to the world. I wanted to feast on her magnificent pussy, both with my eyes and my mouth. I marveled at her enormous pussy for a good long while before I dove in. When I finally did, I found her woman flesh to be sweet to my lips and tongue. As I savored her pussy folds, her woman wetness began to flow generously. I licked and sucked and devoured, running my mouth and tongue and lips all over that glorious pussy. Then, as I began to flick my tongue across her clit and suck it, she began to sensually writhe and loudly moan. Pillaged Pussy She twisted back and forth in the grass from the overwhelming sensations that my masterful mouth bestowed upon her. I couldn't help but laugh into her pussy lips as they suddenly began to quiver and gush uncontrollably in ecstasy. Before she ceased cumming, I mounted her between her widely splayed legs. As she took my dick, she screamed for a moment at the top of her voice. But she was soon moaning again in ecstasy as my manhood pumped in and out of her well-greased pussy hole. I was stretching it to its limits, but her pussy took every inch and loved it. Soon, she was meeting each of my strokes with a powerful upward thrust of her hips. She moaned and called out and sensually moved her naked body to fully feel every inch of my manhood taking her pussy. She could not get enough. And I tell you this: She soon had her legs locked firmly not about my ass, but around my neck!" For the first time, the silence that had descended when the bold leader had begun to speak was slightly broken, as the awed men muttered and chuckled at this description. Truly only a whore would do such a thing as to wrap her legs around a man's neck to fully open her pussy to an even more thorough fucking. They were more than impressed by their great leader's prowess. And now, as if he read their minds, their bold leader stepped up onto the tree stump and stood over his woman, slightly bending his knees to keep his huge penis sunk into her pussy. At this angle, the woman was made to lay her head down on the stump and raise her ass high in the air to accommodate her captor's cock. Her ass was pointed to the sky with her back at a steep angle as she assumed this very submissive position. He plunged his cock almost straight downward now into the hot pussy, in a stance that further emphasized his great dominance over his woman. She was gasping and moaning, both from pleasure and desperation, as the warriors' hero plowed his enormous length and girth deep down into her cum hole. His tale complete, the bold leader was now focused on the task at hand. His long, slow strokes into her pleasure hole were becoming faster and faster. Soon, he was pounding against her undulating ass cheeks with great force. Suddenly he began to spurt inside her pussy hole, his urgent bursts drawing a low growl from his throat. At the same time, the men could see her pussy lips convulsing, and her cries of pleasurable urgency blended with their leader's fierce growls. Their bold leader's thick fingers dug into the woman's supple ass flesh as he took a firmer grip on her in his great pleasure. Stretched to its limits, her pussy grasped and pulled at the taut flesh of his manhood, urging him to completely unload his seed within her depths. He threw his head back in a strangled howl at the bright stars above. At the crest of her tidal wave of pleasure, the woman screamed in her posture of total submission, her ass still pointed upward to take her captor's dick as thoroughly as possible. Because the enormity of her captor's penis held her pussy wide open even as her muscles tried desperately to close, her orgasm rolled on and on. Her pussy lips continued to quiver and quiver as her pussy hole oozed her juices as well as her captor's abundant, overflowing cum. The men had never witnessed such an intense orgasm as this. Such urgency, such a blending of pain and pleasure, such an animal act of submission and power. The men murmured among themselves in awe and approval. And then it was over. True to their great leader's powerful, controlled nature, there was no exhausted recovery; there was no slumped basking in the glow of fading pleasure. Immediately, their bold leader dismounted his woman's pussy. His enormous shaft slid from the tight, wet tunnel to lay, noble and glistening -- and still massive even now in its flaccid state -- upon its nest of coarse, dark hair. He stepped solidly down from the stump, and with a face as fierce and in control as ever, he folded his arms across his great chest and looked at his men, one by one, in the eyes. "Now, my warriors," he commanded boldly, "we shall trade women for a time, so that we may sample each other's pillaged pussy." Pillaivaettamman 'Pillaivaettamman koavil' enpathu malai adivaaraththil ulla oru graamam. Angae irukkira prasiddhipetra amman koavilukkum athuthaan peyar. Vaendikkondaal pillaivaram kittum enpathu aitheegam. Athu kaaranamaagavum prasiddham. Oorukku thirumbukira vazhiyil, malaip paathai kadandhu, angae iranginaen. Ammaavukku ennavoa serious problem entru en thangai phone panniyirundhaal. College-ai vittu velivandha udanae kidaiththa nalla vaelai. Probation period. Leave poada mudiyaadhu. Enna seyvathu entru puriyaammal muzhiththukkondu irundhaen. Aanaal, aduththa phone appaavidam irundhu. Purappattuvittaen. Vazhiyil, pillaivaettamman koavil 'suthakaamaeswari' ammanai vaendikkondaal ammavukku nallathu nadakkum enkira nambikkai. Irangivittaen. Bus-ai vittu irangiyathum, mooththiram muttik kondu vandhathu. Angae putharum kaadumaagak kidandha oru oaramaagap poay, othunguinaen. Pant-ukkul viralvittu, saamaanaththai veliyae izhuththu vitta piraguthaan kavaniththaen, en mael paarvaikuththi nintra irandu kanngalai. Oru penn aval. Aanaal paiththiyam. Athanaal naan en sangathiyai moodavoa maraikkavoa illai. Aval paarvaiyil appadi oru eedupaadu. Kann edukkaamal en poolaiyae vizhungikkondu irundhaal. Nottam thaangaamal en aayutham thaanae thalaithookka aarambiththuvittathu. Paiththiyamaaga irundhaalum pommanaatti illaiyoa? Mooththiram adiththu mudinthuvitta piragum, ullae thalli zip poadamudiyaatha alavukku, en saamaanam veengi viraiththuvittathu. Athaip paarththu aval ennamoa sonnaal. Chutrumutrum paarththaen. Yaarum illai. Oru pommanaatti munnaal poolaik kaanpiththukkondu... thadumaari... nirkkirachchae, than kandhal aadai nazhuvik kaaladiyil vizha, aval ezhunthu, mottai ammanamaaga en mun nintraal. Kulaithalliya mulaigalum koodhi maedum thimirik kondirundhathu. Karungal poalak kannang karael udambu. Malai jaathi aadhivaasiyaaga irukkalaam. Kaal thottu oru paarai. Aval athil utkaarnthu mallaandhaal. Mayir maraippukku ullirunthu aval koodhiyin uthadugal vimmi velippattana. Kaalgalai akatti vaiththaal. Karuppu roajaavaattam ithazh-malarndhathu koodhi. Kanngalaal oru invitation. Athukkuththaan kaaththuk kidandhavan poala aval kaalgalukku naduvil nakarnthu nintraen. Attention! Neettikkondu Gun maathiri nintrathu en sunni. Aval than paathangalai uyarththi athaip pidiththaal. Oru inba athirchchi en udambil. Than paathangalaal, pidiththa pidi vidaamal, koavil mani adikiraa maathiri, en poolai aattinaal. Anthak koanaththil, aval pundaiyin karuththa uthadugal virindhu virindhu oru sivandha guhaiyaith thirandhu thirandhu kaattina. Aval pundaiyin karuppu-chivappuk-kannamoochchi-aattam, en kottaiyil, vindhu kothiththuk koppalikkach cheythathu. Oru ekiral. Kupuk. Avvalavuthaan. Charrrru charrrru entru peechchip peechchi adiththathu. Aval mukam, mulai, vayiru, koodhi, thodai ellaamae en poolu vadiththa paalal abhishekam pannappattathu. Karuththu virintha aval kanngalil oru oli sudarndhu aadiyathu. Aval uthadugal asaindhu, oru vaakku pirandhathu: Thallaivaet taadum thadi, ini, Pillaivaet tammanukkuth theerum pini. Mani oasai kaettu, thidukkittu, vizhiththaen. Aaraadhnai vilakkoliyil ammanin karungkal mukhap polivu. Pillaivaettamman sannadhiyil naan. Kanavaa? Kanaventraal, mayir mulaiththa oru koodhiyai munneppoathum naan kandathillaiyae, kandathuthaanae kanavil varum enpaargal? * * * Veettukku vandhu saerndha poathu vaasalukku vandhu 'vaadaa' entru sonnathu ammaathaan. Namba mudiyavillai. Pillaivaettamman seydha arpudhamaa? Aanaal appaavum thangaiyum samaachaaramae vaeru entraargal. Maalai mangi iravu vandhathum antha samaachaaram velippattathu. Ammaavin vaayilirundhu, ketta ketta paechchaaga, vaarththai mazhai varshiththathu. Koodhi, poolu, oombu, oalu entru kettavaarththai dictionary-il enna enna irukka mudiyumoa aththanaiyum vellamaagap purandu urundathu. Shock aagip poanaen. Ammaa padiththaval. Samskritham kooda vaasippaal. Naagarigam therindhaval. Naasukkaanaval. Ippadi, saakkadaiyaattam naarukirathae aval vaay! 'Poadhaak kuraikku, amaavaasai pournami naatkalil, thuni manigalai avizhththup poattu ammanak kundiyaa alaigiraal' entraar appaa. Marunaalae, ammaavaik koottikkodu poay, naan vaelai paarkira city-il, oru nalla doctor-idam kaanbippathu entru mudivaayitru. Antru iravu muzhukka ammaa paesikkondae irunthaal; thoongavillai. Ennaalum thoonga mudiyavillai. Vidinthathum naanum ammavum purappattoam. Naan thaniyaaga irunthu kashtap paduvathaagavum, kooda irunthu samaiththup poada avalaik kootikkondu poavathaagavum ammaavukku sollappattathu. Avalukkum santhoasham. Thangaikku niraiya instructions koduththuvittu ennoadu purappattu vittaal. * * * Bus-il aerina maru nimisham amma urangippoayvittaal. Paavam, raathrip poorath thoongavillai allavaa? En thoalil saaindhu kidantha aval mukaththai noakkinaen. Kuzhandhai poala irundhaal. Chippi maathiri moodik kidantha aval kann oarangalil kooda churukkam illai. Koondhalil oadiya ontrirandu narai mudigalum aval vayasaik koottik kaattuvathaaga illai. Orange chulaigal maathiri iruntha aval uthadugalil oru punnagai uraindhu kidandhathu. Mael uthattil, athunaalvarai naan kavaniththiraatha, oru machcham, azhagaagaththaan irundhathu, anaal ennai disturb seythathu. Yaaroa ennai ulukki ezhuppa naan vizhiththaen. 'Bus break down, irangunga' entraar conductor. Bus-il oruvarum illai. Iranginaen. Ellaarum irangi nadukkaattil nintrukondu irunthaargal. Malai uchchi. Kulirntha kaatril en thookkak kalakkam vilakiyathu. Ammaa? En ammaa engae? Angu nintrukondu iruntha penngalil en ammaa illai. Thigaiththean. Adaiyaalam solli vichaariththaen. Pakkaththil, oru periya aalamaram nintrathu. Atharkku maraivil othunginathaaga sonnaargal. Kaaththirundhaen. Vantha paadillai. Tholaivil oru bus vandhathu. Athil aera ellaarum thayaar aanaargal. Naan aala maraththukkup pinnaal poay ettip paarththaen. Yaarumae illai. Anthap pakkamaaga ottrai adip paathai maathiri oru thadam therindhathu. Atharkkul antha bus-um vanthuvittathu. Kuzhambippoay nintraen. Nichchayamaaga antha bus-il en amma aeravillai. Athanaal naanum aera mudiyaathu. Bus poayvittathu. Naan antha ottrai adip paathai vazhiyaaga, poagavaa vaendaamaa entru yosiththukkondu nintraen. Appoathu athu vazhiyaaga vandha aadu maeykkira penn oruththi ammaavai anthap pakkam paarththathaaga sonnaal. Naan antha malaip pradhesaththil irangi aeri oadinaen. Konja dhooram oadiya piraguthaan ennakku uraiththathu, antha aadu maeykkira penn, mun dhinam, naan pillaivaettamman koavilil sandhiththa paiththiyak kaari allavaa? Thirmbip paarththaen. Avalaik kaanavillai. Oru uchchiyil nintru paarkka, dhooraththil - sivappu pudavai - ammaavaethaan. 'Thaayae Suthakaamaeswaree' entru perumoochchu vittaen. Paarththukkondu irukkarachchaiyae, aval thalai maraindhuvittathu. Aduththa maedum aeri, puthar chedi kodigal vilakki, irangiya poathu sattendru oru thirantha veli. Angae oru azhagaana sunai. Athil irangik kuliththukkondu irundhaal ammaa. Anthak kaatchi ramyamaaga irunthathu. Aanaal aval mael enakkuk kopam kopamaaga vandhathu. "Ammaa, ithu enna paiththiyakkaarath thanam?" Naan kaththinaen. "Aduththa bus-aiyaavathu pudikkanum, vaa." Aval kaathil vaanginathaaga illai. Naan en luggage-ai irakki, pant shirt utharik kalainthuvittu, jaddiyoadu, neerukkul iranginaen. Uchchi malaiyil oru sunai, chillentru irukkum entru ethirpaarthaen, aanaal vedhuvedhu entru sukhamaaga irundhathu. Kulikka vaendum entru aasai vandhuvittathu. Moochchup pidiththu mungi ezhunthaen, avvalavuthaan, enakku ennamoa aagivittathu. Udambil boadhai aeruvathu maathiri oru kirakkam, viruviruppu. Sunni thaanae viraiththukkondathu. Pakkaththil ammaa. Sangadamaaga irundhathu. Nalla vaelai, jaatti poattukkondu irangiyirundhaen. Neendhi, ammaavai nerungi, 'poakalaam, vaa ammaa' entru aval kai pidiththu izhuththaen. Appadi izhukkaracchae, aval udambu purandu en udamboadu moathi... ennamoa vidhyaasamaaga... aval ammanamaaga irundhaal. Naan athirndhupoay aval kaiyai vida, aval "Poakalaam, vaa" entru sollikkondae, jattikkul viraiththu muttikkondu nintra en sunniyai than viralgalaal thattivittu, karai aerinaal. Naan urainthupoay nintraen. Sadhai pidiththuth thiranda kanuk-kaalgal, urunda kandaik-kaalgal, kozhuththa thodaigal, pithungi virindha kundik koalangal, parandhu sarindha utkarai, chiruththa idai, chatrae vidarndha muthugu, thiral thoalgal, avizhnthu puralum eerak karung koondhal. Pinnazhagu kaanbiththuk karai aeriyaval, "Pokalaam, vaa" sollikkonde munnazhagu kaan entru thirumbinaal. Oh, my God! Vilakkith thudaiththa irandu cheppuk kalasangal. Karuvattam, karuththu viraiththa kaambugal. Aaazhamaana koppoozhk kuzhi. Angae ulvaangi, atharkkuk keezhae, chattrae munneduththa adivayiru. Atharkkum keezh, oh my God, minuminukkum eerak karu mayir thiraipoattu, cycle seat akalaththukku uppik kidantha oru vellaip paniyaaram. Ammaa nalla niram. Ammaa vaa entru koopittathum, pasuvukkup pin pogum kantruk kuttiyaattam thottu thodarnthaen. Angae oru guhai irundhathu. Guhai vaasalil nintru thirumbi, solluvaal, "Iduppula irukkirathaiyum kazhatri eri. Intha ellaikku appaal uduthuniyoadu yaarum varakkoodaathu." Naan kuzhambinaen. Kaalakaalamaaga angaeyae vasikkiraval maathiri ellai vakuththup paesukiraal! Maruththup paesa naan enna kirukkup payalaa? En Jattiyai uruvi erindhaen. En poolu, vilaintha kappaik kizhangaattam viraiththu, oanaan maathiri thalai aattiyathu. Ammaavin kannil aasai kanantrathu. Aval valaiyal kulungum than valathu kaiyin melliya viralgalaal chuttri, en poolaip pidiththaal. Inba-minsaaram, ullangkaal muthal uchchanthalai varai oadith thaakkiyathu. Chiru pillaiyin kaiyaip pidiththuk koottikkondu poavathaippoal, ammaa en poolaip pidiththu vazhinadaththip poanaal. Naangal guhaikkul nuzhainthoam. Guhaikkul nalla velichcham irundhathu. Visaalamaana guhai, illai illai, athu oru koavil maathiri irunthathu. Sunniyaip pidiththu ennai izhuththuk kondupoana en amma, nuzhai vaasalil ennai niruththi, ennaith than maarboadu irukki anaiththaal. Viraiththa kaambugaloadu aval mulaigal ennil azhundha, en nuni-sunni aval vayittrup parappil azhundhiyathu. Aval ekki nintru en uthadukalai muththiya poathu, en pool-nuni aval pundai-maettu eera mayirk kaattil idiththathu. Antha eeraththilum, avalidamirundhu kanantra choodu ennaik kalakkiyathu. Vaasalin utpakkam, iru vasaththilum irandu sirpangal, nintra kolaththil, sethukkappattu irundhana. Oru vasam, ammanamaaga oru penn uruvam. Periya periya mulaigal, periya periya thodaigal, uppi uyarntha koodhi-mukkoanam - en ammaavukku irundhathu maathiriyae. Maru vasam, ammanamaaga oru aan uruvam. Aanaal athu kattumasththaana vaalipan illai. Oru vidalaip payyanin urvam maathiri irundhathu. Meesai illaatha mukham. Aanaal, viraiththu nintra avan poolu mattum perusaaga irundhathu. "Unakku irukkiraa maathiri" entru sollikkondae ammaa en pollil kaipoattu uruvivittaal. Naan inba mayakkaththil kann sorugi nintraen. Antha guhaiyin suttru suvar ellaam athu maathiri aadai illaatha sirpangalaagavae irundhana. Aduththa sirpaththil, nintrukondirundha anthap paiyanin kaaladiyil mandiyittu, antha pommanaati avan poolai vaayaal kavvi oombikkondu irundhaal. Atharku inaiyaaga, maru pakkam, oru simhasanaththil amarndhiruntha antha pommanaatiyin viriththuvaiththa kaalgalukku idaiyil thavazhndhu, anthap paiyan aval koodhiyil naakkup poattukkondu irundhaan. Mattra sirpangal ellaam pundaiyil poolai soruvi oaththu anubhavikkira kaatchigal: aval keezhae kidakka avan maelae aeri adippathu, avalin irandu kaalgalaiyum avan than thoalgalil aettri idippathu, oru kaal thoalil aettri oru kaal thodaiyil aettri oappathu, iru thodaigalaiyum than thodaimael thookkippoattu embuvathu, aval kunindhu kodukka avan kuthirai aeruvathu, avalaik kuppurak kidaththi avan kuththuvathu, orukkaliththup paduththu oappathu, nintrukondu nettuvathu, antharaththil nilainiruththi aazham paarppathu entru vidhavidhamaana oalaattangal. Nadunaayagamaaga, pinsuvar maddhiyil, anthap paiyanaik keezhae kidaththi aval maelae aeri, naar urikkira oru artputhamaana sirpam. Guhaiyin naduth tharaiyil, balipeedam maathiri, aanaal periya alavil, karungkallaalaana oru maedai vadikkappattu irundhathu. Sirpak kaatchigalaik kandu choodaerippoayiruntha ennai, en amma, antha maedaiyil thalli mallaaththinaal. En sunni, kodikkambam poal, kooraiyaik kurivaiththu nintrathu. Aval en meethu kavizhndhu, mandiyittu, than kundiyil en thandu urasuraarpoala utkaarnthu, en vaayil vaayvaiththu naakkoadu naakkup pinna, urinji umizhndhu muththamittaal. Naan kirangik kidandhaen. Piragu konjam munnakarnthu, en vaayil, than mulaik kaambugalai maari maari ootti, enakku sappak koduththaal. Sappich chavaikirachchae, than mulaigalil en kaigalai chaerththu, amukkip paarkach cheythaal. Idathu mulaiyil, karuvattaththukku maelum, valathu mulaiyil, idukkilumaaga irandu machchangal irundhana. Kattaayam, aval pundai maettilum oru machcham irukkum entru yoasiththaen. Naan ippadi yosiththuk kondirukka, en ammaa, than kundiyaith thookki, en poolukku sarinaeraaga aval koodhi varugiraa maathiri niruththi, than pundai uthadugalaal en sunniyaik kavvi, en muzhu sunniyaiyum than thondikkul vizhungi, en kottaiyil aval kundi azhundha utkaarndhaal. Antha nimishamae naan sorggaththukkup poayvittaen. Appappaa, enna choodu! enna kuzhaivu! Than mulaigalai en kaigalil kasakkak koduththuvittu, vaayil vaay vaiththu choodaana suvaimuththam koduththu, kundiyaith thookki thookki, than kuzhaintha kanalkakkum koodhiyaal, en aeththampazhap poolai vizhungi, sarukkumaram aadi idiththukkondaal. Mulangkaal poattu adiththukkondu irundhaval, appadiae kuthingkaalgalil ezhundhu kunthi, embi irangi embi irangi, aattaththin layam maatrinaal. Appadi aadarachchae, avizhndhu puranda koondhal alaipaaya, paruththa mulaigal kuthiththuk kulungip panthaada, uthadugal pilanthu maelvarisaip paltheriya, kanngalil karuvizhi maelsoruga, veluththa udambengum vaervaip perukkedukka, 'aaahhh arhhgh hhhaaa' entru adith thondaiyil arattri, en mael sarindhu vizhundhu, vizhundha maanikku vaega vaegamaay, kundiyaith thookki koodhi kilappi, aanju aanju adiththa adiyil, en poolu porukka mudiyaamal, veengi, nunivaay vediththu, chudachchudap paalpeechchi adiththu, aval thondi niraikka, avalum ennai aarath thazhuvi, en mukamellaam muththa mazhiyaal nanaiththu, seeraattip paaraattuvaal: "pillaik kani amudhae! perumpool thadi arasae! en kolluth thinavadakki, koodhi veriyadakki, vellamaay vindhuvittu virakaththee anaiththavanae! Chellamae! vandhavazhi therindhukonda thirumaganae!" En poolu surungi aval pundaiyil irunthu nazhuvum varai, ammaa ennai anaiththuk kidandhaal. Piragu udal piriththu ezhundhu, vetkappattaval poal veliyae oadinaal. Maalai mangi iravu vandhuvittathu. Nadukkaattil naangal. Bhayamaaga irundhathu. Ammaavoa antha sunaikkul marupadiyum irangivittaal. Ennaiyum irangik kulikka sonnaal. Iranginaen. Enna athisayam! Udambukkul puththunarchchi pukundhu, en poolu viraiththukkondu marupadiyum oalukku aasaippattathu. Naan ammaavai nerunginaen. Aval ennai anaiththu, enakku nilaavaik kaattinaal. Marangalin thalaigalukku mael uyarnthu kondiruntha athu pournami muzhu nilaa. Athuthaan ammaavukku sex paiththiyam pidiththuvittathaa? Aval karaiyaeri nintraal. Ammana eera udambu, nilavil, vennai poosiyathu mathiri palapalaththathu. Minminip poochchigal, kurukkum marukkum, paranthukondirundhana. Dhaevalokam athu, dhaevadhai aval enpathu poal irundhathu ak kaatchi. Nintrukondae, mulai thadavi, thodai thadavi ennai usuppaeththinaal. Naanum karaiyaeri thodarndhaen. Enna aachchariyam! Guhaikkul vilakkuvaiththa veedupoal nalla velichcham. Nilaa velichcham! Engirunthu varugirathu entrae theriyavillai. Appadi oru design pannik kudainthirundhaan sirpi. Nadu maedaiyil poay utkaarntha ammaavin kaalgalukku idaiyil poy nintraen. En poolaip pidiththu muththamittaal. Appadiyae vaaypoattu oombath thodangivittal. Enakku ellaamae puthu anubhavam; purindhu kollamudyaatha inba naatakam. Ammavin inba sagaraththil antru vidiya vidiya neendhinaen. Uchcham kandu oayndhathum, sunaiyil irangik kuliththaal poathum, vindhu vitta kalaippu neengi, aduththa shot-ukku ammaiyappan ready-aagi viduvaar. Antha guhai sirpangalil vadiththuk kaanappatta aththanai kaamak kaliyattangalaiyum aadith theerkka aasaippatta en ammavukku eedukoduththu, naanum anubhaviththaen; payirchchi petraen. Vidindhu vegu naeram aagivittathu engal vilaiyaadal oayvatharkku. Oru pottuth thookkamillai, aanaal kalaippum theriyavillai. Road-ukku vandhu bus pidiththu aeriyavudan, iruvarum thoongippoanoam. Vizhikkarachchae city vanthuvittathu. Aanaal appuram, ammaa, ethuvumae nadakkaathathu maathiri iyalbaagavae irundhaal. Aval vyaathiyum gunamaagi vittathu. Atharkkup piragu eththanaiyoa pournamigal amaavaasaigal vanthu poayvittana. Ammaavukku oru kuzhappamum aagavillai. Appavukkum thangaikkum santhoasham. Aanaal, enakkuththaan ethaiyao izhandhuvitta maathiri oru dhukkam. Ammaa eppadi gunamaanaal entru yaarukkumae theriyaathu. Ellaam antha pillaivaettammanin thiruvilaiyaadalthaan. Orae oru raathrithaan. Bhoomiyil pirandha evanum avvalavu inbam anubhaviththirukka maattaan. Antha guhaik koavilaith thaedi pinbu eththanayo murai poay alaindhuvittaen. Kandupidikka mudiyavillai. Oru vaelai ellaamae kanavuthaano? Ammavoadu naan anubhaviththa inba chithrangalai en ninaivilirunthu ennaal azhikka mudiyavillai. Ippoathellaam, antha ninaivugalil, kaimutti adiththu adiththuk kalaiththup poakiraen. Ippadiyae poanaal innum konja naalil en kathai mudindhupoakum. * * * Antha diary en kaiyilirundhu nazhuvi vizhundhathu. Pusththagak kattugalukkup pinnaal oliththu vaikkappattirundha antha diary, ozhungu pannukiraen entru irangiya en kaiyil kidaithuvittathu. Namba mudiyavillai. En arumai maganai, en kulak kombai, naan oaththu anubhaviththu irukkiraen. En koodhikkul avan pooleduththu aazham paarththu irukkiraen. Avan ezhuthi vaiththiruppathu unmaithaan entru namba, oru logic - athu enaaku mattumae velichcham. Oru kattaththil enakku sex aasaigal athikariththathum, aelaamaiyaal en kanavar ennai insult seythathum gnapagam vandhathu. Aasaigalai adakki adakki naan paiththiyam aagi irukkalaam. Guhai koavilil, en kaamap pasikku, en maganudaiya ilamai pongum aanmai, irai poattu eedu kodukka, en paiththiyam thelinthirukkalaam. Ithuthaan vishyam. En maganai ninaiththup parithaapap pattaen. Ariyaamalae, avanai intha chikkalukkul izhuthathu naanthaanae? Naan aen avanukku en pundaiyai marupadiyum tharak koodaathu? Avan diary-ai vaasiththathil, en pundai, choodaagi, kasinthu kidappathum vaasthavamthaanae? Entraal avanai oappatharkku enakkum aasai irukkaththaanae irukkirathu? En kanavar ennai engal oorukkuth thirumba azhaiththukkondu poaka vandhirundhaar. Avaraik kootik kondu en magan shopping poayirundhaan. Avargal varuvatharkkul naan oru mudivu eduththaaga vaendum. Theera yoasiththaen. En kanavarum maganum thirumbi vandha udanae naan ketta vaarththaigal paesa aarambiththaen. Munbu, suyaninaivillamal irundha poathu, naan eppadip paesinaenoa theriyaathu. Aanaal, ippoathu naan paesiya paechchil, enakkup paiththiyam thirumbivittathu entru irandu paerumae nambivittaargal. Oorukkth thirumbukira ninaippuththaan en paiththiyam thirumbak kaaranam, aagaiyaal naan en maganoadaeye thangi irukkattum entru mudivu sollivittu en kanavar thaan mattum thirumbip poayvittaar. En thittatthil athu muthal vetri. Oru vaaram kazhiththu, en maganidam, enakku oru guhaikkoavil adikkadi kanavil varuvathaagavum, angae oru murai poayvara vaendum entrm sonnaen. Avan asanthu poayvittaan. Mattumalla, anthak koavilukku avanum orumurai poyiruppathaagavum, aanaal ippoathu athaik kandupidikka mudiyavillai entrum sonnaan. Irunthaalum, marunaalae payana aerpaadu pannivittan. * * * Antha aala maraththandai irangikkondoam. Avan munnaal nadakka antha ottrai adip paathaiyil avanaip pin thodarndhaen. Paththup pathinainthu nimishaththil naangal antha sunaik karaiyil irunthoam. Avanukku aachchariyam thaalavillai. Itharkku munbu intha idaththukkae vanthu kandupidikka mudiyaamal thigaiththuth thirumbiyathaaga sonnaan.