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      Explicit
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  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      NationStates_(Video_Game)
  Relationship:
      Draeon_Tyvar_Haryn/Oraea_Raendar_Tanilla_Haryn
  Character:
      Draeon_Tyvar_Haryn, Oraea_Raendar_Tanilla_Haryn, Veryn_Raegaros_Karanyth,
      Saelrys_Tyvozi_Ryssar
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      Consensual_Underage_Sex, underage_marriage, Rape_Fantasy, Sleeping
      Together, Sexual_Frustration, Work_In_Progress, Racism, Sexism,
      Patriarchy, Oral_Sex, Non-Consensual_Oral_Sex, Vaginal_Sex, Rape, lesbian
      overtones, Sadism
  Series:
      Part 1 of Stories_of_the_Kestvalae
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-11-13 Updated: 2017-11-21 Chapters: 4/? Words: 6258
****** Stories of the Kestvalae I - Mysagon ******
by Kestvala
Summary
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***** The Calm *****
Chapter Summary
     SUMMARY WIP
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                              Draeon Tyvar Haryn
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Though the urge was great, he had managed to contain it for nearly seven days
now. The only thing Draeon Tyvar Haryn could do now was keep his eyes closed
and repeat in his mind, don’t do it, just sleep, don’t do it. After what seemed
like the fifth eternity that night, he opened his eyes.
     He was lying on his back. The room was dark, and standard for his income.
The ceiling was simple, white, with four pot lights. His head was lifted
somewhat by his pillow and the blanket clung slightly from the dampness of his
sweat. Though it was only early spring, he had dampened the sheets with sweat
summoned solely by nerves. He directed his gaze downward. Straight ahead was a
dresser, tall and wide, with a mirror on top and littered with various cosmetic
products. To the right of the dresser was the door to the bedroom, with a cloth
bag hanging on the handle. To his right was the bathroom attached to the
bedroom. The door was open, and the shower and toilet were barely visible in
the moonlight coming in from the windows that were to either side of the head
of his bed. Against his bed was a small table.
     It was toward this table that he rolled over, checking the time on a
digital clock. 1 AM already! Fuck me. He damned himself for being so weak. The
sooner he slept, the sooner he would awaken and the sooner he would be able to
get there. The crowd would be too large if he slept in too long and got to the
city centre too late. He had been on nationwide television talking about it,
and now he was at risk of missing out on everything if he didn’t sleep. His
nerves, however, kept him awake. Frustrated, he rolled over to his left side.
     The left wall in respect to his position was where the two closets were
located. The one on the right was his own, and the one on the left belonged to
his wife. The wood of the closets, the bed, the dresser and the bedside table
all matched. It was not a dark wood, but closer to dark than to light. He
didn’t know what the name of it was, nor did he ever bother asking. His wife
was the one who understood home decorating.
     She was in bed with him, about a foot away after he rolled over. She was
laying on her left side, with her back to him, exactly as he had instructed her
to. The moonlight illuminated the pale skin of her shoulder and upper back,
smooth and flawless. She was 5’1”, only slightly on the shorter end for
Kestvalae women at age 17. Her hair was a rich, dark brown, grown down to
between her shoulder blades, and slightly wavy. If he could see her eyes, they
would be an icy and lifeless blue, utterly out of place with the rest of her
body, but still beautiful. Her face would be almost free of blemishes, given
the long and dedicated care she gave to her complexion every morning and every
evening before bed. She had a small mouth, and an adorable smile, with perfect
teeth. She was nude beneath the covers.
     He then noticed her perfume. It was a light scent, a subtle floral odour
that was not as easily noticeable as her perfume usually was. He realized that
this was intentional. She knew that he wanted to sleep long and well that
night, and didn’t want to attract his attention.
     Smart woman, he thought to himself. He had instructed her to try and avoid
seducing him with her innate beauty. He hadn’t even mentioned her perfume.
There were a lot of different ways a woman attracted a man, it turned out, and
probably most of them were unnoticed even as they impacted a man’s response to
her. This was why he had married her.Smart in all the ways a woman ought to be,
he thought. She’s an expert in feminine arts, and obeys without question.
Draeon remembered when he met Oraea just a year ago.
     He had bought the home a specifically because he had secured a security
job at the new mall in eastern Jahmera City. The house was big enough for a
wife and children, which he was expected by his family to acquire after
securing a stable job. Not long after moving in to the house, he found Oraea.
She was shyer than most Kestvalae women back when he met her. She was with her
father, shopping for a new summer dress for herself at the mall. She had just
changed into the dress when he walked past her, with its thin translucent
fabric around her slender, toned legs. In that moment, she was Syphaea, goddess
of sex. He was fixated on her legs, but managed to snap out of it, only to
realize she was looking at him right in the eyes from three metres away. She
quickly averted her eyes and whispered to her father, failing to conceal a
grin. He had been examining how the dress looked on her. Draeon made a life-
changing decision in that moment. He walked toward the two, meeting the
father’s gaze instantly from about a metre away. He then gave him a nod,
ignoring his outstretched arm, and proceeded to feast his eyes on Oraea. From
top to bottom, he admired what was showing. Her face, nervous and yet, he
thought, excited. Her piercing blue eyes and dark brown hair. Her shoulders,
her cleavage, her midriff, her arms, and her legs through the fabric. He also
imagined what the rest of her looked like beneath the dress. Ample breasts for
her size, with perfect pink nipples. Lady parts untainted and tight, slightly
wet from the assault that his eyes mounted upon her and that she surely felt.
Only after this did Draeon turn to her father, walk the last metre, and clasp
his forearm. He complimented him on his physique, speculating that he had
served in the military. This seemed to impress the father. Draeon then turned
to Oraea, and she bowed her head, lifting it when he placed a hand on her
shoulder. He then complimented her in detail, being sure to mention her ample
breasts and her toned legs, and that she surely had a husband with such beauty
at her disposal. All this he did in front of her father. She giggled, and
Draeon knew in that moment that he had to have her.
     A year later, when he was 22 and she was 17, he purchased a choker
appropriate for a wedding, and went to her father for permission. It was then,
after answering some last questions about why he wanted to wed her, that Draeon
was told that Oraea and her father had come to the market to teach her to
overcome her shyness and to start pursuing a husband, at a far later age than
her older sister had started.
     The marriage was just a long delay before the bedding ceremony that made
the sex that much sweeter. Though he had failed to make her pregnant that
night, or any other night in the three weeks since, and though both her family
and his own were disappointed in their continued failure to conceive, Draeon
still thought of the events fondly. She was even more beautiful naked in front
of the marriage bed than she was that day in the market. He had kissed her long
and forcefully, and her mouth had parted immediately. Their tongues danced, and
as she raised her leg beside him, he felt her wetness on his thigh. He then
ended their kiss, spun her around and bent her over the bed, and held her there
for a few seconds, listening to her quickened breathing. He aligned his manhood
with her sex, and asked her, “who are you?”. As they had been courting for a
year, she had known exactly what to say. Her reply was simple. Breathing
heavily in anticipation of what would follow, she then whispered…
     Shit. Draeon snapped himself back into the present. The dark bedroom, lit
by the moon. He averted his gaze from his wife, and rolled back onto his right
side to examine the clock again. Fucking 1:15 AM? Already? he thought. The then
noticed that his hand was stroking his cock, and he stopped himself
immediately. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! He was saving his seed for tomorrow’s Empire-
wide spectacle. Five Kanaeri women, locked in place, bent over with their
ankles parted to shoulder width. Hundreds of Kestvalae women striking them and
spitting on them, calling them every degrading name in existence. Hundreds of
Kestvalae men raping the five women in various creative manners. He had to be
one of those men tomorrow. He had to spill his seed inside one of them,
preferably the youngest, but one of them. They had dared to oppose everything
that his life was built around. They had dared to claim a higher place in
society when their race was so clearly inferior. They had dared to profane the
royal family. To put them in their place, calls echoed throughout the Kestvalae
population for a mass rape, with many women joining the men in this plea. The
Heir, Vaelyx Valerialis, had obliged, and the punishment was due to take place
on the morning of March 27th, which was only hours away. As an added challenge,
Draeon had committed himself to resisting the urge to engage in any sexual
activity whatsoever. He hadn’t so much as masturbated to completion in the
seven days passed. He knew that Oraea was similarly frustrated by this. He had
prohibited her from having an orgasm for the last twenty days. She was
permitted to touch herself, but could not orgasm until after the punishment of
'The Five' was complete. He had promised her that she would not want for sexual
attention if she persevered.
     Draeon was somehow just as excited by the thought of her sex drive
tomorrow after twenty days of sexual pressure as he was of tomorrow’s session
of public rape. He just had to make it a few more hours. He rolled onto his
back, put his hands under his head to keep them from his manhood, closed his
eyes, and resumed his internal mantra. Don’t do it, just sleep, don’t do it,
just sleep. Just. Sleep.
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     Draeon awoke before he even noticed he was asleep. His alarm was beeping.
He rolled over to his right and stopped it, and the time was 5:50 AM. He only
felt half-rested, but then the thought of what was only an hour away caused a
surge of adrenaline to carry him to his feet and around the foot of the bed to
his closet. He didn't waste too much time picking out the best clothes. He
chose a grey shirt and beige trousers, and a brown coat that split above his
left leg and extended down to his ankles. He chose a pair of metal bracers for
his forearms, then lastly picked out a pair of plain white-grey socks and
turned to leave. Oraea stirred, and he stopped. He walked to her bedside and
whispered, "I'm leaving now. Three hours at the most. Then I'll fuck you until
you cry." That last statement woke her up more fully. Her eyes were still
closed, but she reached for his face and kissed his mouth, with him reaching
under the blanket and squeezing a breast. When they parted, she went straight
to trying to sleep. Draeon walked around the foot of the bed again, passed
Oraea's vanity mirror, turned to his bedside table, and picked up his phone and
his wallet. He then doubled back once more and opened the bedroom door. He
walked straight to the front door after walking down the stairs, and put on
brown boots that stopped just below his knee. Draeon left home, having eaten
nothing. He knew that Oraea would cook a great meal after he claimed her later
in the day.
     As he walked down the block from his house, Draeon felt something was off.
It took a while for him to realize that he had never seen so many people on his
street at once. The walkways were filled with people, all likely travelling to
the city centre for the high-profile punishment. The street was usually busy
with vehicles, however most people were heading to the subway station to avoid
the traffic and the worries of finding a parking space downtown. There were a
surprising number of women out, likely intrigued by the notion of a mass rape
just like their husbands were. He recognized some of his neighbours, and noted
that only the women who did not yet have children were leaving their homes. One
was four months pregnant. Draeon remembered they were Haedo Bromm and Vellera
Bromm, Vellera being pregnant with a boy. Draeon could not remember their full
names, but he knew they had two daughters, and were excited for a male. He had
considered the day before to take Oraea with him, but decided against it
because she still hated the weather in Jahmera. She had moved to the city from
Anatolia when he first met her in the mall, and it never dropped below 10
degrees Celsius. Along with this, he wanted her to stew in boredom for just a
few more hours as an added final test of her obedience. He trusted her to wait
those last hours out dutifully.
     Once he reached an intersection, he descended down a flight of stairs that
lead below the streets and into the subway station. It was busy as any rush
hour, and alive with Kestvalae making conversation as they made their ways to
the boarding platform. Here or there Draeon picked up excited talk of rape, or
how burning at the stake would be more appropriate than sale into slavery
following the rape. As he neared the platform, it became apparent that he was
not going to be the first, or even one of the first, in the city to reach the
site of the punishment. One train left and another came, and yet he failed to
make it onto that one. When the third train he had seen stopped and a few
passengers stepped off, the crowd swarmed in. Draeon at least managed to find a
vacant seat for the ride. The train doors closed, and with a lurch, he was on
his way.
     It only took a couple minutes for somebody to recognize him.
"Excuse me."
     A young man sitting next to him with his wife was staring at him. Before
Draeon could ask, the man said "Yes, you right next to me. You, uh, look like
the one from the news."
     The man extended an arm, and Draeon clasped his forearm briefly before
answering, "What man?"
"The man who they interviewed about a mass rape. With the hungry wife." was the
reply.
     For a moment, Draeon was not sure what was meant by 'hungry wife', but
then it dawned on him through the cloud of drowsiness, and he smiled with
pride.
"Yeah, that was me. I can't believe how fast that got popular." he said.
     Another man who was standing turned to them.
"Wait, really?" was all that he said. He turned away and nudged another man,
and told him.
     Within a minute, the whole train car was focused on Draeon, and every man
and woman started chanting his name...
***** Rising Star *****
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                            Veryn Raegaros Karanyth
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     This is not going to end well, Veryn Raegaros Karanyth thought to himself
as he stepped out of the armoured light truck. The sun had not yet risen,
however the sky was a lighter blue off to the East, behind the law enforcement
headquarters that he had now arrived at. His dress uniform marked him as
military police. On him was a reinforced dark grey lesan with steel plates on
the shoulders, torso, and arms. His bracers were steel as well, and above them
were elbow pads. His relesan was the same colour scheme; dark grey with squares
of thin steel plate in the long fabric, and black trousers with knee pads.
Veryn brushed a long black hair away from his violet eyes to gaze toward the
building in front of him.
     On his right hip was a steel khopesh, a ceremonial badge of his position
as Commander of the Jahmera Military Police. For two years Veryn had served in
the city, rising quickly through the ranks, largely on his ability to inspire
the other officers and his emergent skill at enforcement strategizing. Before
this, he had served in the armed forces against Jaysh Allah, the Islamic
terrorist organization still posing a nuisance to the Empire. Throughout his
career, Veryn had proven his ability to fight competently, however it was his
affinity for strategy that allowed him to stand out. When Veryn first left for
law enforcement, he had thought that it would be easy compared to counter-
terrorism operations. He was not entirely correct. The social climate across
Kestvala, and especially in Jahmera City, had always been tense. Since the
founding of Kestvala as a Vassal Realm as opposed to an Exarchate, self-
governance for the Caucasus had been challenged not from outside influences,
but from within. Both the Kestvalae and the Kanaeri were granted the ability to
vote in this new government structure, however this lead to Kanaeri attempting
to usurp the racial hierarchy. This was not necessarily a bad thing, because it
motivated Kestvalae to take an active role is asserting the superiority of
Kestvalae in relation to the Kanaeri, and the right of the Kestvalae to make
the decisions impacting the Caucasus as the rightful evolutionary inheritors of
that land. Beginning with the de facto rule that the Governor has to be
Kestvalae, the trend was truly put into law, and no Kanaeri has ever become
Governor. It was likely that a Kanaeri never would without it being a law,
however this was a great symbolic victory for the Kestvalae. The Kanaeri slowly
had their possessions taken from them, through taxes on impure offspring and
tax breaks for families who produced purer offspring of Kestvalae or Ephyral
blood. Kanaeri were prohibited from ‘fucking above their place’ as it was often
called, or producing offspring through incest as Ephyral nobles may do, even if
a Kanaeri family managed to claw its way into immense wealth. It did not take
long for the population of the Kestvalae to skyrocket while the Kanaeri
dwindled in numbers. Kestvalae now nearly met the Kanaeri in terms of
population size. Kanaeri businesses were bought or defeated by Kestvalae
businesses. The average income of the Kestvalae rose while the Kanaeri were
subjugated economically. With this came changes to the voting results, which
were held on working days to minimize the uneducated poor who would vote. Added
with the preference of the Governor and the Eye of the Emperor, this made the
Caucasus Council entirely Kestvalae since 2058. It was Veryn who had to deal
with the collateral damage of racial progress. Kanaeri crime, which was already
high due to their more primitive blood, had risen steadily. In the eyes of a
slight majority of Kestvalae since the census taken at the end of 1978, the
Kanaeri had to be fully enslaved and their population decreased. For some, it
was in order for the potential of the Kestvalae race to become reality. For
others, it was a simple hatred for Kanaeri and their culturally destructive
nature. A significant majority of the Kestvalae population wanted the Kanaeri
vote to either be revoked or reduced in worth. In the meantime, law enforcement
had their work cut out for them. Now, Veryn was in a high station in Kestvalae
society, and intended to rise as high as he could to advance his family name,
the reputation of his race, and the interests of the Empire. He knew that what
was about to transpire would trigger unrest in the following days.
     As he walked away from the truck, six armed military police guards exited
his and another truck, and followed in two files as he walked the steps from
the street to the law enforcement headquarters, wherein the five high-profile
enemies of the Empire had been held since the declaration of their punishment
by the Heir to the Undying Throne. Six more guards stood by the heavy doorway,
and saluted to Veryn as he came near. Two of them opened the door for him and
his men. Veryn still admired the interior of the headquarters, even after two
years of operating from within it. Immediately inside, pillars stood to either
side of the door. Directly ahead was a desk encased in glass, lightly to the
left. Potted plants stood to either side of the grey carpet leading to this
desk. To the right of the desk was a barred door. All the walls were a sand
colour. Veryn admired the simplicity of it all. It was more or less just a
room. No elaborate decorating. As Veryn approached the desk, an enforcement
officer standing behind it wearing similar all-grey attire saluted him. Two
women in similar attire were operating phones.
"Commander." was all the officer said, to which Veryn replied,
"Transportation of five prisoners to public punishment."
     Veryn produced a card and placed it in the gap in the glass. The officer
picked it up and ran it through a scan, then paused to read the computer
monitor beside him. After a few seconds, he gave the card back to Veryn.
"Very good sir. That bunch deserve what's coming."
     Veryn smiled and nodded, then turned and went through the door on the
right, the six MP guards following. The group passed several barred cells, with
various people inside. Most of them were Kanaeri, likely low-income judging by
their mild clothes. A few were Kestvalae. Once in a while, Veryn spotted a
woman in a cell. The corridor allowed a cross section of Jahmera's criminality
to be glimpsed. At the end of the corridor was a door to the left, and a door
straight ahead. Veryn stopped, and three of the guards went through the latter
door, followed by Veryn, and then the three other guards. The passage on the
other side continued for only a few paces before reaching an elevator. Once
inside, the group descended a floor, and exited the elevator into a dimly lit
room with a passage directly ahead and to the right. It was partway down the
corridor on the right that Veryn and his group stopped.
     Inside a cell on the left were five women, all Kanaeri. All of them wore
light brown jumpsuits and simple sandals. There were no beds or other
furnishing in the cell, only a drain. The five were sitting on the concrete
floor or leaning against the walls, having just been transported there the
night before. A guard standing outside the cell opened it with a key card and
stepped inside with five of Veryn's entourage. The five women, handcuffed, were
herded into a line as Veryn walked in and supervised their preparation.
"Strip and clean them." he ordered.
     Out of fear, none of the five protested except for the second youngest.
Glaring at Veryn, her words cut through the silence.
"How is it, being a bitch of the Tyrants? Are you proud of yourself, betraying
your people?"
     Veryn approached the woman, speaking calmly.
"I enforce the laws that Kestvalae devised, to honour the will of the Ephyral
who raised us from nothing. Kanaeri would do well to mind their place as well."
he said.
     The woman tried to speak again, but when he was close to her, Veryn
grabbed her neck with one hand and squeezed, cutting off her words. The other
women moved to closer, but were held back by the guards. Veryn forced her to
face up to him, and spoke with a sudden hatred,
"You have a lot of fight in you, but that will change. In an hour, you'll be
marching through the streets of this city. You'll be raped in the city centre
by a hundred men at least. How is it, knowing that the life that Kestvalae,
your betters, granted you is about to be stripped away?"
     The woman's throat pulsated as she tried to draw air through it. Veryn
felt it in the palm of his hand, and he released her. She slumped but did not
fall over, and breathed heavily between coughs. Veryn stepped back.
"When they're in the pillories," he said, "Save her face for me, since she was
so eager to open her whore mouth."
     He detected fear in her as she stood straight again and buried her face in
her cuffed hands. The guards proceeded to tear the clothes and sandals off the
Kanaeri women as a group of five Kestvalae women walked in with buckets of
water and sponges. Each of the prisoners, now naked, were scrubbed head to toe.
Veryn watched the one he planned to assault later, smiling as the Kestvalae
washing her was particularly rough with her face, breasts and sex. Once the
five were clean and shivering, the buckets of water were dumped onto their
heads, and the Kestvalae women left, followed by Veryn, the guards, and the
prisoners. Veryn didn't agree with the choice of punishment, believing it would
incite riots, but he would be a fool to pass up the opportunity if this was the
way things had to go.
     Once the prisoners were outside, the youngest was already bleeding from
her right foot, leaving red footprints as she stepped. She was breathing
heavily, but was managing to keep herself from crying.
***** Power and Love *****
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                             Saelrys Tyvozi Ryssar
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PLACEHOLDER FOR ANOTHER STORY ARC
***** The Punishment *****
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                              Draeon Tyvar Haryn
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     Draeon stepped up out of the stairwell and into the morning breeze,
accompanied by chanting of his name. He was just in time to see the soon-to-be-
victims being marched through the street. The main road had been closed off and
traffic directed elsewhere. The chanting died down as the group of military
police and naked women appeared from around a corner, and was replaced by
fervent cheers. The five women, shivering, were limping on bare, bloody feet.
Draeon took this opportunity to push through the crowd on the sides of the
street and head toward the circular pedestrian plaza that marked the centre of
Jahmera. The edge of the plaza was two blocks down. After making it one block,
the Kanaeri women had caught up with him, and people were throwing food, glass
bottles, and small stones at them. Draeon watched them pass as he made his way
through the crowd. Some of the military police were carrying signs that said
"soft objects only", and several were stopping along the way to write up fines
for people who threw hard objects. The blood on the women's feet blended
somewhat with the reddish glow on their skin from the rising sun. The faces of
the three eldest were expressionless, however the two youngest were gritting
their teeth and close to tears. Surprisingly, they were not crying. Yet.
     As the group passed him, the crowd around him started following, almost
carrying him forward at their pace. Pushing and shoving, Draeon managed to get
relatively close to the barricades that the military police had set up around
the perimeter of the plaza. The women were brought through first, and were
marched most of the way toward a stepped raised circular platform of concrete
that was in the centre of the plaza. The platform had been prepared with five
iron pillories distributed evenly around the perimeter in a radial fashion, and
there were pegs with heavy chains to keep the women's legs spread. The
barricades blocking the crowd were picked up by police and carried to the side,
and the crowd started moving once more. As Kestvalae poured into the plaza,
Draeon jogged to the side and circled around the platform as he approached it.
He managed to find a place to stand right at the foot of the platform, with one
of the pillories more or less directly in front of him.
     The five women were dragged up the steps and onto the platform, and
citizens rallied at the bottom of the steps. The crowd's shouts, to Draeon's
disbelief, doubled in volume. One of the guards, who Draeon took to be the
commander from his ceremonial steel kopesh, emitting a reddish glow as he
walked in the red sunlight of the morning, oversaw the preparation. His hair
was jet black, and his violet eyes were squinted while he walked East across
the platform, toward the steps that Draeon stood before. He stopped in the
centre of the platform and watched as each of the five women were forced to
bend over onto the pillories, their bare rears facing outward toward the crowd
in a radial arrangement. Their legs were locked in metal braced and chains that
were attached to the platform, keeping their legs spread. The second youngest
among them was facing directly toward Draeon. After the last pillory was
locked, the commander walked forward slightly to Draeon's right, drew his
kopesh, and raised it in the air, the curved blade flashing. He shouted
something to the guards behind him, and one of them ran over with a microphone,
turned it on, and gave it to the commander.
     The commander held his kopesh over his head, and spoke into the microphone
with a deep, assertive voice that was emitted from loud speakers around the
city centre. "Silence!" he shouted, his amplified voice making Draeon wince. It
took a few more shouts before the crowd hushed to an acceptable level. Looking
forward through squinted eyes into the air above the crowd and the red sun
beyond them, he then spoke the charges with a strong, but calm tone, "These
five women of the Kanaeri race have conspired to sow discord and falsity in our
Realm, and the greater Empire over which His Glorious Majesty rules. For the
crimes of lese-majesty, traitorous sympathy, and defacing an image of the
Eternal Emperor, these five free women are to be locked in public pillory for
fourty-eight hours, then auctioned into slavery, so declares His Supernal
Highness, the Prince of the Sun and Heir to the Undying Throne, Prince Vaelyx
Valerialis." He then looked at the crowd, his eyes sweeping left and right. The
crowd had become raucous again, but then gradually quieted once more. It was
quiet enough that Draeon could hear a sound coming from behind the commander.
The commander raised his microphone to resume speaking, then lowered it
slightly. Some of the people close around the platform could hear the sound
too, and fell silent. The wave of silence rippled outward as people paused to
listen, silencing others around them. Draeon's heart leaped as he heard, over
the murmurs, sobbing from the two youngest of the five. Upon realizing this,
the crowd suddenly became loud again, electrified by the misery.
     The commander, failing to hold a smile back, called for silence one more
time. The crowd, growing restless, took even longer to settle. When it was
barely quiet enough for his voice to be heard on the speakers, he said simply,
"Killing them is a crime. Citizens may approach." With that, the commander
lowered the kopesh, turned around, and walked at a leisurely pace toward the
centre of the platform. Draeon bolted up the steps and was barely outrun by the
man who had been standing beside him. Draeon knew that he could have ran around
the pillory and use the woman's mouth, but he made a split-second decision to
shove the other man over. He made it to the woman, and the guards to either
side of her moved to stop the other man and the rest of the crowd from
approaching too close. Draeon lifted the right side of his relesan and drew his
penis from his trousers. He placed both hands on the woman's arse, and she
pulled herself sideways, now crying loudly on the other side of the pillory,
"Get off me! Get away!" Draeon was hard as iron. He pushed himself firmly
against her and held her in place, feeling the trembling flesh, and the texture
of the goosebumps on her skin. He hit her arse with an open palm as hard as he
could, then grasped his penis and pushed the head into her. She was shaking and
screaming, and this made his entry even better. He pushed himself inside as the
thrashed, up to his scrotum, and sighed.
     "Fuck!" he exclaimed. Draeon started pumping as quickly as possible. Her
screams became coarse and shrill, like she was being tortured "No!" she
pleaded, "NO! Please, it hurts! I'm a mother! Please stop! Please! STO-HO-HOP!"
she sobbed. Draeon continued while she cried out, trying to see how hard of an
impact he could make with his pelvis against her buttocks. Draeon was reminded
of his wedding night.
     After Oraea had answered the question of "Who are you?", Draeon had forced
himself inside. Oraea cried out in that moment, even though she was wet and
excited, and blood met his penis as he broke her hymen. He then asked "and who
are you now?" and she replied, her breathing and whimpering seeming like
screams in the quiet room...
     The sudden silence of the Kanaeri woman brought Draeon back to the
present. He looked up, and saw that another man, the military police commander
in fact, had grabbed her face and was trying to pry her mouth open. She was
keeping it firmly shut. After a moment of trying, he struck her with a backhand
across the face, but still the woman resisted. A young and highly attractive
Kestvalae woman with black hair and violet eyes circled around the pillory to
Draeon's right, pushing past some others, accompanied by a man of seemingly
similar age and breed, and spoke to one of the guards, "let me help him." The
guard stood still for a moment before lowering his arm and letting her pass.
The man with her said "I'm her brother, let me through". The Kestvalae maiden
turned back with a sly smile, and said "I don't know that man, he's been trying
to court me since I got here." Her brother, or courtier, looked angry. The
guard, unsure of who to believe, just said "I don't know who's telling the
truth, but you can watch her from here. It's only a few feet." The man seemed
like he was about to protest, then chose to merely shoot a nasty look at the
woman, but she had already turned away from him. She walked gracefully to the
Kanaeri woman's face and clawed her with her nails. "Open up whore!" she
commanded. The commander, still struggling to part those lips, looked the
assailant, assessing her face and body, then doubled his efforts at accessing
the resisting woman's mouth. With a few more scratches, her mouth opened with a
hoarse croak. The commander forced his fingers into her mouth to his third
knuckles, and kept her jaws open, shouting at her, "If you keep this up, I'll
make sure you die slowly! Maybe you'll be burned alive. Or maybe you'll be
flayed. Or maybe you'll swallow my cum and avoid all that."
     Such punitive action was not under the commander's power to take, however
the Kanaeri did not seem to know this. The woman's crying turned to whimpering,
and she stopped thrashing. Draeon knew there had to be fear in her eyes then,
of the fate she may suffer if she resisted. She must have relaxed her jaw,
because the commander removed his fingers and replaced them easily with his
penis, slipping it into her mouth, which was now hanging open. The Kestvalae
woman stooped low in a bowing curtsy and sensually licked the blood off of the
Kanaeri's cheek with one long stroke of the tongue, and Draeon barely heard her
say, "have fun, whore." into her ear in a sultry voice. She then stood and
backed away, but stayed by the commander to watch, her hands daringly on his
shoulders. The commander glanced at her, but did not seem to mind at all. The
sound of gagging as the commander pumped in an out of his victim's throat
brought Draeon to completion. Pulses of the orgasm shot through him as he
spilled his seed inside her. This was met by muffled squeaking. Draeon didn't
stop, but continued his thrusts, grunting until the orgasm ceased. Despite
having waited for an entire week, it was less semen than he thought there would
be. I guess I didn't edge to build it up. More for Oraea then. When he was
finished, he pulled out, stuffed his penis away, and turned to leave. He then
saw the man he had pushed aside, staring directly at him. Draeon paused, then
spoke to the guard nearby, "I'm done. Let that one through." He pointed, and
the guard gestured for the man to approach. His expression was neutral as he
and Draeon exchanged a glance and a nod, and Draeon pushed his way back into
the crowd, and down the grey steps. He glanced back, and the man was already
pumping, the Kanaeri thrashing side to side once again. Draeon continued on his
way to leave the plaza.
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