Rape Stories

Warning!

Attack on the peasant bitches

by Master of female slaves

Tara was a strikingly attractive peasant woman of 38 who lived in a small farming village in a remote corner of the empire with her husband Olaf, her two daughters Liana, 20, and Jalamira, 19, and her 18 year old son, Borg. Like the rest of the village, they lived modestly and had little but Olaf worked hard, was a good farmer, and always kept clothes on his family’s back (plain and hand made as they were) and food on the table. The family was just sitting down to their evening meal of roast duck, turnips from their small garden, and wild herbs gathered by the females of the household from the nearby forest, when they heard a cry. “All out into the square,” the village headman was shouting. “Quickly, all out into the square!”

Puzzled and alarmed, the family heeded the summons and, upon reaching the square, they were shocked to find two resplendently attired noblemen there mounted upon large steeds. Like all the other men and boys in the village, Olaf and Borg immediately removed their hats and all five family members bowed their heads in humble reverence as did all villagers present.

The empire had conquered this and all the rest of their ancestral lands centuries ago and had ruled it with an iron hand. Every peasant was taught from childhood that members of the nobility (citizens of the empire), especially nobleMEN, exercised ABSOLUTE power over the peasantry and were to be constantly feared and obeyed. It was not uncommon for whole villages to be slaughtered because a nobleman had suffered a minor annoyance at the hands of one of its members. This village was remote enough that seldom did members of the ruling class enter it but, when those times occurred, such as now, all members of the village quaked with terror.

“Oafs on this side,” one of the noblemen commanded using the common noble term for peasant men as he pointed to one side of the square. “And bitches on the other, bitches lined up for review.”

The residents of the village did as directed with all of them knowing what was about happen. The two noblemen were preparing to select bed mates for the night. Each man and boy silently prayed that it would not be their wife, daughter, sister, or mother while each woman and girl held their breaths for fear it might be herself.

Tara stood silent and still, her head bowed, afraid to do anything which might bring attention to herself while her two daughters on either side of her did the same. For what seemed an eternity the two noblemen rode slowly down the line of available women and girls looking each over carefully from atop their mounts. Finally, to Tara’s horror, they came to a stop in front of her.

“Look up at me, bitch,” he commanded. Now trembling, the woman obeyed and found herself looking at the most powerful and menacing looking person she had ever encountered. “Step forward,” he continued. Obediently, she stepped out of the line.

“What think you?” he asked his companion. “Think this sow might squeal well when stuck in her pig cunt?”

“I’m not sure,” the other one answered. “I would see more of her.” Then, to Tara, “Strip, pig.”

“NO!” Borg suddenly blurted out. “Leave my mother alone!”

“BORG!” exclaimed his father as the entire village gasped in horror. “By the gods, hold your tongue!”

One of the two noblemen turned his horse and trotted over to Olaf and Borg. To the latter, he said, “Make peace with whatever gods you worship, oaf, for your life will last but a minute longer.”

“Great Lord!” Olaf entreated as he dropped to his knees. “I beg you to spare my son! He is but a boy! If a life must be taken please let it be mine! PLEASE GREAT LORD!”

“Come closer,” the nobleman said to Borg. The boy, now realizing the seriousness of his actions, did so, knees shaking.

Without a word the man kicked him savagely with his booted foot sending him sprawling to the ground, his head spinning and his face throbbing. “Boy,” the man began. “The next time you speak disrespectfully to myself or Lord Thralgar it will be the last living thing you or any of this collection peasant vermin ever do. Do I make myself VERY clear?”

“Y-yes, Great Lord,” the boy murmured as his father helped him back to his feet. “I am sorry, Great Lord.”

Tara had watched the brief encounter in transfixed horror but was suddenly shaken from her immobility by the admonition of the one who had been referred to as Lord Thralgar. “You were told to shed those filthy rags of yours,” he reminded her. “We do not intend to wait all day!”

“Y-yes, Great Lord!” she stammered. “At once, Great Lord!”

Then, though no one but her husband had ever seen her unclothed, Tara hurriedly striped down to the flesh and stood stark naked in front of the noblemen, her family, and her fellow villagers. Ordinarily she would have been overcome with humiliation and embarrassment but she was too terrified for that.

“Well, Aldred,” he asked as his companion. “Think you she is worth getting between her legs?”

“She looks adequate,” Aldred replied. Then, to Tara, “Is it true, sow? Are you the bitch who shit that impudent whelp out her cunt?”

“Y-yes Great Lord,” she replied. “I am his mother?”

“And is the oaf claiming to be his father the one to whom you belong?”

“Yes Great Lord, he is my husband.”

“And these on either side of you, who are they?”

“Th-they are my daughters Great Lord.”

The two men smiled to each other then Thralgar said, “You two piglets step forward and stand naked beside your bitch sow.”

Beginning to weep, Liana and Jalamira obeyed until all three were standing there bereft of clothing. Olaf could hardly bear to watch the debasement of his wife and daughters. Suddenly Aldred called out to him, “Get over here oaf!” The man ran to comply. “In which filthy hovel do you abide?”

“Th-that one Great Lord,” he replied pointing to their small hut.

The two men dismounted and handed the reins of their mounts to Olaf. “Well tonight it and your bitches are ours,” Aldred went on. “You and your son take care of our horses and guard them throughout the night. Have them saddled and ready for us by first light.”

“Y-yes Great Lord.”

Thralgar gave Tara a shove and commanded, “Inside sluts, you’ve some entertaining to do!”

Once inside, Aldred remarked, spying the food Tara had put on the table for her family, “Well, look how considerate these pigs are, they have our meal all ready for us.”

“Thoughtful indeed,” Thralgar replied. Then to Jalamira, “Go fetch us wine.”

“G-Great Lord,” Tara said timidly. “W-we have no wine.”

“Well then,” he went on. “Have your piglet scour this village until she finds some and let it be known that if she returns empty handed we will burn every rat’s nest here down when we leave!”

Tara nodded at her youngest daughter.

“P-please Great Lord,” the girl began. “M-may I cover myself please?”

“Fuck no!” he bellowed. “Now get your worthless ass out there before I whip the hide off your back!”

Without further comment the girl scampered to obey. From outside, Olaf hung his head in shame as he watched his daughter emerge from the hut still naked. He could only imagine what was being done to his wife and other daughter.

“Tell me,” Thralgar remarked as both men took their places at the table. “Have you ever had your cock sucked while enjoying a meal?”

“No,” his companion replied. “But this seems a good time to begin.”

Thralgar snapped his fingers at Tara while Liana looked at her mother puzzled.

“M-may I speak with my daughter Great Lords?”

“Briefly,” she was told.

“My sweet one,” she then whispered softly to Liana. “The Great Lords desire us to take their male organs into our mouths and suck their juices from them.” Her daughter stared at her in horror. “We have no choice,” Tara went on. “We must do whatever they wish.”

“Enough talk!” snapped Aldred. “I’ll take you, bitch. Lord Thralgar gets the piglet.”

Wordlessly, both naked females crawled under the table, opened the britches of the two men who were dominating them, and began performing the required service. For awhile, the men expressed their pleasure in both the food and the female mouths wrapped around their cocks. Suddenly, however, Aldred shou ted, “Screw this! Time for fucking!” With that, they swept the meal from the table scattering food and dishes all over the floor. Then, before either surprised female knew what was happening, each was grabbed by the hair, pulled from under the table, and thrown on their backs on top of it. Without word or hesitation, the cocks which they had gotten hard by their sucking were thrust brutally into their unprepared cunts. Liana screamed as her virginal hymen was ripped apart only to be backhanded across the mouth by Thralgar and told, “Shut up whore!” With that he sank his teeth deep into one of her firm young breasts. At the same time Aldred punched her mother savagely in the side with his fist and commanded, “Hump you lazy sow! Give me the ride you thrice gave your worthless oaf in order to produce your piglets!”

It was a few moments later when Jalamira returned and stood there in shock, a jug of wine in her hands, watching her mother and sister being pounded atop the table while bouncing up and down, their naked hips and pelvises desperately attempting to give the men a ride sufficiently satisfying to ward off any further slaps, punches, kicks, tit biting and pinching, and other punishments.

“Close the door, you stupid cunt!” Thralgar growled at her. “And get over here. You are next!”

Timidly the girl approached the table, her gaze locked with that of her mother lying under a strange man being pummeled and battered, grimacing as he grunted and cursed above her. Mother and daughter stared at each other in helpless frustration, each aching with concern for the other.

“Oh you fucking peasant whore!” Thralgar cursed as he pumped his seed into the helpless Liana. “You rutting piglet!”

At the same time, Aldred spat in Tara’s face as he too shot his hot cum deep into the mother. Both men lay there for a moment panting atop the helpless peasants they had just claimed as their own then, having gotten their use out of the women for the moment, they shoved them roughly off the table and onto the floor. “Clean up this pig stye!” Thralgar commanded as he and his companion refastened their britches. Then, to Jalamira, “Come here!” He reached out and, seizing one of her breasts, jerked her to him as Aldred grabbed the wine jug from her putting it to his lips. Mortified, the girl stood helpless as Thralgar squeezed, pinched, and sucked her tender female mounds. When he suddenly reached down between her legs and roughly shoved fingers up her cunt she reflexively shrieked with shock and pain and tried to jump away.

WHAP! He slapped her so hard she would have fallen had it not been for his painful grip on her breast. “How dare you attempt to draw away from me!” He bellowed.

“I-I apologize Great Lord!” she pleaded. “T’was not my intention! I SWEAR it Great Lord! I -----!”

WHAP! He slapped her again. “Shut up cunt! It is an HONOR to have noble fingers inside your worthless hole!” He pulled the fingers out and put them in front of her face commanding her, “Lick them clean!”

Frantically, the 19 year old covered the fingers with her mouth and began frantically licking and sucking on the offending fingers.

“Hey piglet!” Aldred shouted as he spat a mouthful of the wine in her face. “What is this swill? You call this wine? I’d wager there is better tasting sheep dip than this!”

Wine and spittle running down her face and dripping off her chin, the near hysterical girl said, “T’was all I could find, Great Lord! There is none other in the village!”

“Here,” he went on. “Let’s see how you like it!” With that Thralgar let go of her breast and grabbed her by the hair wrenching her head back. With the other hand he clamped a powerful grip on each side of her face, pressure forcing her mouth open. His companion then began pouring the wine down her throat. The girl coughed and sputtered but also attempted to gulp down the strong drink. Like most peasant females, she was not permitted to drink wine and had never tasted it. It buned her throat and stomach something terrible!

“Drink!” Aldred repeated. “Drink it all!” And their victim continued to try to accommodate them. Very quickly, however, the power of the drink overcame her. Her head began to swim and the floor seemed to roll beneath her. Worst of all, however, she began to feel the bile rising in her throat. Even in her now drunken state she knew that if she let herself throw up she would be in very serious trouble and attempted with all her might to prevent it while, at the same time, continuing to gulp down the awful wine. Finally, the last of the foul liquid drained from the bottle and either into her stomach or down the front of her naked body, Aldred tossed the empty jug onto the floor. She had been successful, Jalamira thought to herself, as near unconscious as she was and as full and churning as her small stomach was, she had kept its contents down. ------- Or so she thought!

With a sadistic grin Aldred drew back his huge, doubled up fist then SLAMMED it into her middle! The girl immediately GUSHED forward everything inside her ----- all over Lord Aldred!

“You disrespectful whore!” he bellowed in mock anger as he drew a dagger from his belt. “You’ve breathed your last!”

“GREAT LORD!” Tara screamed from her position on all fours on the floor where she and Liana had been cleaning up the food and broken dishes and witnessing Jalamira’s ordeal helplessly. “By all the gods, Great Lord, I BEG of you! Have mercy!”

Enjoying the woman’s suffering and pleading, the man put the knife blade to the girl’s throat and said, “I’ve already spared one of your piglets today. That is mercy enough.”

Tara crawled quickly to the man’s feet and, embraced him around the ankles, and began kissing his boots. “Great Lord,” she implored. “PLEASE! If you must cut a throat let it be mine. If you wish, hand me the dagger and I will do it for you. PLEASE GREAT LORD!”

“Do you teach your piglets to vomit upon guests?” he asked.

“No Great Lord,” she replied. “I shall punish her if you wish. If you let her live, I shall beat her if you desire it!”

Alred smiled wider then asked Thralgar, “What think you?”

“Let the sow flail the piglet. It should prove amusing.”

With that, the now semi comatose Jalmira was Placed face down upon her parents’ bed and bound wrist and ankle. Aldred removed his wide leather belt and handed it to Tara telling her, “Start the beating and continue until I tell you to stop and if the blows are not strong enough to please me I’ll cut the throats of BOTH your she piglets!”

With a gulp Tara raised the belt and brought it down HARD across her daughter’s back. The lashing blow, while not returning the girl to full sobriety, brought her instantly back to full awareness. She screamed in agony and lurched in the bed.

“Continue,” Aldred commanded. Then, to Liana, “And you get over here and clean me ----- with your tongue!”

The older daughter obeyed, licking off her sister’s vomit, praying that she not add her own to it while her mother slashed repeatedly at her youngest daughter who continued to wail in agony and strain at her bonds as all three naked females sobbed uncontrollably. The two noblemen were greatly amused!

The beating lasted for what seemed to Tara an eternity and with every blow she delivered to her daughter she prayed to the gods that the nobleman would let her stop. When finally he did, poor Jalamira’s back, ass, thighs, and calves were streaked with angry red welts and she was trembling and sobbing uncontrollably.

“What say you,” Aldred asked Thralgar. “Have you the urge for some more peasant holes?”

“By all means,” came the reply. “And since I broke in the other piglet last time, the honors are all yours this time.”

“Untie her and turn her over,” Aldred commanded Tara. Wordlessly she untied Jalamira’s wrists and ankles and gingerly turned her over onto her back. As gentle as she tried to be, still the girl screamed in agony as she was placed on her raw, throbbing back.

“Keep that whore quiet!” Aldred bellowed at Tara.

“My sweet,” the mother whispered in her daughter’s ear. “No matter how much it hurts you must not cry out. The great lord forbids it.”

“You,” Thralgar said to Liana. “Get over here.”

Tara’s older daughter obeyed and the man grabbed her by the hair and bent her over the bed face down beside her sister. He them dropped his britches and told Tara, “Get down and lick my ass while I fuck that of your piglet.”

Obediently the woman knelt down behind him just as he grabbed Liana’s ass cheeks and spread them apart. The girl tensed and, when he drove his massive cock into her bung hole all the way to the hilt she let out a cry of frenzied anguish.

“That’s it,” he told her. “Squeal you filthy little pig!”

At the same time, Aldred plowed into Jalamira’s virginal pussy. She clenched her teeth in order to keep from crying out as he ripped open her hymen and pounded and battered her cunt while grabbing her breasts and mauling them unmercifully.

WHAP!

Thralgar reached around and slapped Tara along the side of the head. “I said LICK, you dumb bitch! Bury your face in my ass!” The woman, revolted by what she was being forced to taste and smell, pressed her face more deeply into the man’s ass and stretched her tongue as far as it would go. The problem was, as he energetically raped Liana’s ass, he kept dislodging her mother’s face from his own. Finally he reached around, grabbed a handful of her hair, and pulled her off barking, “Get over in the corner, sow. I’ll deal with you when I finish with your piglet!” Silently Tara slunk into the corner of the room and huddled there silently observing the raping of her daughters and awaiting her certain punishment.

Liana continued to wail and scream as Thralgar continued to ream and ravage her tortured asshole. “Squeal piglet!” he kept telling her. “I know you love being stuck like this.”

Aldred, still fucking Jamamira, reached down and, filling his mouth with tit sunk his teeth in deep. In spite of her efforts to keep from it, the girl let out a scream. SMACK! She was immediately slapped across the mouth. “I thought I told you to keep fucking quiet!” Aldred growled. Then he turned to Thralgar, “And I know you like to hear them squeal but does yours have to be so loud?”

“Bitch!” Thralgar called out. “Get your worthless carcass over here! Let’s see if you can do something right.”

Tara hurried over to the bedside. Thralgar grabbed a handful of Liana’s hair and, wrenching her head back, commanded, “Open wide.” The girl obeyed and Thralgar told her mother, “Shove a tit in it. Keep her wailing down to a level which doesn’t further disturb Lord Aldred.”

It was a diffucult command with which to comply requiring her to crouch and bend in an awkward manner, half on the bed and half off, but she finally managed to shove enough of one of her breasts into her daughter’s mouth that, though the girl continued to scream and cry out with every thrust of Thralgar’s cock into her rectum, they were now muffled by her mother’s flesh. She tried not to bite down but on more than one occasion did so, causing Tara to grimace with her own pain.

So it went for an agonizingly long time, Aldred brutally pounding away at Jalimira’s cunt, twisting and pinching her young breasts as he did and Thralgar tearing up poor Liana’s ass and periodically slapping it just for the fun of it while Tara continued to keep her throbbing breast stuffed into her daughter’s mouth. Finally both men shot their cum into their respective holes and got up off their victims. Both girls remained in the positions in which they had been placed, Jalamira lying on her still pain wracked back, her slender young legs spread wide apart, her pelvic area bruised and swollen with blood and cum oozing out of it and the insides of her thighs scraped and abraided and Liana bent over the bed, her ass equally bruised and scraped also with blood and cum visable, her mouth still filled with her mother’s breast, the latter too terrified to remove it until told to do so. All three continued to sob.

“You weren’t too successful as an ass licker,” Thralgar told Tara. “I think that tongue of yours needs more practice. Start by licking the young one’s cunt clean.”

Wordlessly, Tara took her breast from Liana’s mouth, teeth marks clearly visible on it, and went and knelt between Jalamira ‘s legs and began licking her daughter.

Thralgar hauled Liana to her feet and said, “My bladder needs emptying. Where in this garbage heap is that done?”

“Th-there is a small facility outside behind the hut, Great Lord,” she replied.

“Not satisfactory,” he replied then, getting an idea, he whispered something in Aldred’s ear and the latter smiled. Returning to Liana, he said, “Go fetch the oaf who fathered you and the boy piglet.”

“Yes, Great Lord,” she replied, not bothering if she could put on any clothing, already knowing the answer.

When Olaf saw his daughter emerge from the hut and the condition of her naked body he was momentarily overwhelmed by shock. Taking her in his arms, he asked, “By all the gods, my precious one, what have they done to you?”

She ignored the question. “Father, the great lords summon you and Borg.”

“Tie the horses to yon tree,” he told his son then the two of them accompanied her back into the hut. When he saw the state of his home then saw his naked wife on her knees licking the crotch of his equally naked younger daughter shame and anger boiled within him but he knew he dare not give any hint of it.

“This is your lucky day, oaf,” Thralgar told him. “We’ve made full fleged bitches out of your two piglets. Now they don’t have to worry about some oaf breaking open their girlhood. You are permitted to express your gratitude.”

“Th-thank you Great Lord,” Olaf dutifully murmured, his head bowed and hat in hand humiliated at having to express gratitude for the forceful deflowering of his daughters.

“This bitch tells me you have no facilities for peeing or shitting in this hovel. Does she speak the truth?”

“Yes Great Lord, we are a poor people.”

“You are also an incredibly stupid one,” Thralgar went on. “You’ve had three such facilities inside here for years and didn’t even know it.” Olaf looked puzzled and Thralgar barked, “All three bitches, on your knees, mouths open.” The three obeyed and Olaf watched in horror as the two noblemen took out their cocks and began peeing down the throats of his two daughters, who were warned not to spill a drop. The two mortified girls gulped down urine furiously fighting not to regurgitate it. The men finished up by peeing simultaneously into Tara’s mouth. When they were finished they each flicked the last few drops onto her face, forbidding her to wipe it off. When they had pulled up their britches and covered their cocks again, Thralgar said to Olaf, “There, see, you have three movable toilets right here. Bitch holes are good for more than just fucking. Back to the horses with the two of you.”

Silently, obediently, father and son left the hut. They said not a word to each other. Both were silenced with sadness for their wife, mother, daughters, and sisters as well as by shame at being powerless to do anything about it.