s. When we had free time my brother and I would play in the nearby forest.

I remember asking my father one night why I had the crescent marking on my right hand. He said it was part of our family’s tradition. All the men born in his line had a sun- a symbol of our family. He told me the story of my ancestors. They were as different as day and night. Their families were at war with each other. They fell in love and married ending the feud. So, it had become tradition to mark the men with suns and women with moons to symbolize that night and day can come together. He said that’s why sunrise and sunset were so beautiful. Because night and day are opposites but compliment each other perfectly. He was much better at telling the story but to this day I stop at sunset and think of my father.

The day my life changed started out like any other. I tended to my chores with Jason, my brother and afterward we went scavenging in the woods for berries. We were laughing and playing when we heard the screams coming from the village. It had always been a small, peaceful village and the only time you could hear sounds from our valley was when there was a celebration. We ran back to see our village in shambles. People were running around like crazy. The houses were on fire and Dad’s horses were trying to break through the fences to get away from the flames of our house. Jason grabbed my arm and told me to stay with him as he crouched behind some bushes. We hid there for a while and then I saw Ella. She was bundled up in the middle of the road. Maria, her mother, lay dead in front of her. With all the commotion coming from the village I could still hear Ella crying. The blankets she was wrapped in wiggling as her young body fought to wake her dead mother.

I couldn’t sit by any longer. I was only eight years old but I knew that no one was going to save that poor little girl and the invading soldiers had already come dangerously close to trampling her several times. I whispered to Jason that I’d be right back and ran down the hill into the village. I hid between a burning house and some bags of grain as I tried to find a time to dart between soldiers and villagers and pick up the crying child. I turned to run back to my hiding place and there stood the largest man I had ever seen in my life. He grabbed me as I held Ella protectively and dragged us to the goat’s pen where they were gathering the villagers. Once they had searched the rest of the village for valuables they began to divide us. Young men, old men, young women, and old women. I looked everywhere for my mother but couldn’t find her. They took the old men and women and locked them in the flaming town meeting house and made the rest of us listen as the screams grew in a frantic cry and then died out as our loved ones died.

Next the soldiers took the young men and tied them together and marched them out of town. With everyone gone but the young women the soldiers turned on us with grins. They took the thin ones with large breasts first. Pulling them aside and ripping off their clothes. The leaders of the group walked up and down the line choosing the ones they preferred. They bent them over and began forcing themselves inside the women. I’ll never forget the screams and looks on their faces as they were raped. I was young at the time and didn’t completely understand what was going on. But I knew that they were doing terrible things to my friends and neighbors.

Out of all the women abused that day I remember Tanna the most. She had always been the prettiest girl in the village. One soldier made her suck on his member. At first she refused but he slapped her and she opened her mouth for him. At the time I didn’t understand why a man would want to put himself in a woman’s mouth. I’ll never forget the evil grin that crossed his face as she took him in her mouth. Or the moans that escaped his lips…they were the most awful sound I ever heard.

Tanna was crying by the time he removed himself from her and her tears were streaking down her soot and dirt smudged face and breasts as he stepped behind her. She turned and grabbed at him begging him not to do what he had planned next but he hit her again and as she fell he grabbed her hips and turned her so she was on all fours in front of him. With one thrust he pushed himself inside her and she screamed in pain, clawing at the ground to get away from him. He grunted and groaned as he pulled against her burying himself in her. After a few minutes he threw his head back and gave a few hard thrusts before he removed himself and called another soldier over. The next soldier placed himself behind her and used her in the same way. This went on with each soldier signaling to another when he finished. At one point Tanna passed out but the men kept using her. Then she was revived with a bucket of water and the first man took another turn with her.

I stared around me as most of the women in the village were used in this way. Some taking two men into themselves at a time. Alane, a nice girl who had always been shunned by the village was the only one not crying. I remembered my mother saying she was unpure. I wondered if that had something to do with it. I watched as she smiled as the men took her. She bucked and undulated against them. Smiling as their fluid filled and covered her. I couldn’t understand why she was so happy. The men were lining up to use her. She would place one in her mouth and the man would moan as he grabbed her head and forced himself deep in her mouth. She would greedily grab his rear in an effort to force him deeper. At one point I was shocked to see that she was on top of one man while another was behind her and another had himself in her mouth. She was holding the penises of two other men in her hands pulling on them while she moaned.

This went on for what seemed like hours. I would occasionally look into the forest for Jason but I couldn’t see him. I hoped with all my heart that he had escaped. I also looked for my mother who was nowhere to be found.

When the soldiers were finished they rested and drank and ate. Once they had their strength back they tied us up and made us follow them while they rode on horseback. As we marched out of the village I saw my mother’s body laying in front of our burning house. My poor mother!

Sometimes they would stop at a river and let us drink. Other times they would give us each a small piece of bread. Other resting spots were just an opportunity for the men to use the women again. This went on for days. Finally we crossed the border into Lalicland. I knew where we were because my father had taken me there once.

After another day’s walk we got to a busy city. We were made to bathe in the river and were not allowed to dress as we were walked back into the center of town. There were the Laliclanders crowded around a small stage. We were marched up one by one as people bid on us. My mind shut down as I realized what was to become of us. We were being sold as slaves. I thought back to my happy life in my small village. I wondered why I hadn’t just stayed with my brother up in the hills under the cover of the forest.

Just then Ella grabbed my leg, bringing me back to the present. I looked down at those blue eyes and I realized that I had made the only choice I could. Ella and I were placed on the stage together. We were sold to a handsome man. He was rough and mean looking but I imagined to myself that perhaps he could be kind if we were good slaves.

We were dragged off the stage and I watched as the man exchanged money for us. It looked like a lot but I was unfamiliar with Lalicland currency. He grabbed us by the ropes around our wrists and dragged us out of the square. Ella looked up at me with her beautiful eyes and asked, "Mama, where are we going now?"

I was too young to know how to explain this to a child barely younger than myself so I told her we were going to our new home. I was too startled to correct her calling me "mama". And when it finally sunk in I figured she had been through so much I didn’t want to confuse her any further. We followed the man who purchased us to a cart. He allowed us to ride on the back and I began to think that maybe he would be a kind owner.

scraps the master of the house give to us.  The years passed with me tending to the livestock and gardens while the house servants took care of the Earl of Kinwick and his family.

Before I knew it I was going to be 18 years old.  Had I been a servant I could have left my master to pursue a craft or wed a man of my choice.  But I was a slave and resigned myself to my fate.  Ella was now 13 and was still calling me Mama.  I had never mustered the courage to correct her and I was, after all, the only mother she remembered.  (When she was ten I had explained to her as best I could that I was not her mother but she was welcome to call me whatever she liked as each was the only family the other had.)  Ella had blossomed into a beautiful young woman.  Even at her young age I could see the men watching both of us as we ran errands for our master.  I had attracted much interest myself.  Years of hard labor had kept me slender and muscular and I had my mother to thank for my womanly curves.  My hair was very blonde due to my life in the sun and it contrasted my tanned skin.  It was also rare to see someone in Lalicland with blonde hair.  As they were a people of dark hair and brown eyes, Ella and I charmed the men of the city with my deep green eyes and her pale blue ones.

The master of the house had been fairly kind to us.  Especially as my body began to take the form of a woman.  He would visit often and entertain Ella with adventurous stories.  And he would make sure we were well fed and clothed for the season.  On the eve of my eighteenth year the master came to visit.  He told Ella to go visit the servants in the kitchen to get her evening meal.  As Ella left he closed the door behind her and locked it.  This was something he had never done during his visits.  I was a little surprised but part of me hoped he was here to discuss setting us free but my hopes were dashed as he grabbed me and pulled me to him.

“Master, what have I done?”
“Nothing Jayna.  It’s what I want you to do for me.”
“You know I’ve always done as requested, Sire.”
“I know.  But what I ask of you now will be difficult for you to give to me.”

My brow furrowed as I wondered what it was he could possibly want.  He turned me against the wall and lifted my skirts.  His hand began at my knee and traveled up my inner thigh.  I snapped my legs together and turned on him.  “What are you doing?!  Sire, please!”  I was in fact a virgin but had witnessed and heard enough in this vile city to know what he was after.  I knew I had taken favor with the Earl among his servants but I hadn’t realized why.  He pinned me against the wall and pushed his lips against mine.

“No, sire, PLEASE!”  I begged him to stop as he sucked against my lips.  It was not that I hadn’t thought about him in a sexual nature but my young mind had always imagined him taking me as his wife and making love to me.  I had never imagined he would take me forcefully.

I fought desperately against him but he was strong.  His muscles bulged as he grabbed at me.  His hands were everywhere.  He clawed at me and once again pulled my skirts up as his hand slipped between my legs.  I had never been touched there by a man.  I had never even touched myself there.  His touch sent a shiver up my virgin spine.  He pressed his head into my chest and began to kiss and nibble my breasts.

“Your body is so ripe, Jayna.  I want to be the first to experience it.”  He moaned into my neck.  His hot breath was against my throat as his fingers continued to work my moistening slit.  I threw my head back as pleasure began to overtake me.  Suddenly I wanted him to be the first.  I wanted him to be inside me. 

I began to moan as he rubbed against me.  He removed my shirt and took my nipples into his mouth.  I didn’t know what was happening to my body.  Waves of heat ran through me and my hips rocked against him.

“Master, I don’t know how to please you.”  I breathed softly into his ear.  My breathing becoming shallow and my voice turning to a velvety whisper.

“I will show you.”  He grunted back to me.  His fingers began to work faster as he bit and sucked on my nipples.  The moisture between my legs turned into a wet ribbon running down my leg.  I moaned louder and begged him to allow me to please him.  “Get on your knees.”  He told me.  I did as instructed and he pulled himself out of his pants.  His manhood was large and I was in awe. 

“I won’t hurt you Jayna.  Now take it in your hand.”  He said.

His penis twitched as I took hold of it.  The skin was like silk against the hard shaft.  I remembered Tanna from my village and I placed my mouth around his member and looked up at him for approval.  He looked down upon me and stroked my face as I sucked against his cock.

“Your mouth feels so good Jayna.  Suck harder and move your tongue back and forth.  Ahhhhhh.  Yes, like that.”  Encouraged by his words (and moans) I became more eager and rapidly moved my tongue along his shaft.  “Now, move up and down as you move your tongue.”  I did as told and he moaned louder.  I sucked harder and moved my tongue for him.  He arched into me and told me that my mouth was talented.  I began to increase my rhythm when he stopped me.  He took my chin in his hand and drew me up.

“I’m sorry, Master, did I do something wrong?”  I couldn’t figure out why he asked me to stop.  He seemed to be enjoying himself.

“I want to taste you, Jayna.  Is that alright with you?”  No one had ever asked me if something was alright with me.  No one had ever asked my permission to do something to me.  I was worried it would hurt.  Then I remembered he said he wouldn’t hurt me.  I nodded my acceptance and he once again lifted my skirt but this time he climbed beneath it.  I didn’t know what he was doing until I felt his mouth between my legs.

His tongue moved slowly at first.  It tickled throughout my entire body.  My pink lips felt as though they were swelling to meet his eager mouth.  He slid his tongue to the front of my opening and a shock ran through me.  My legs began to wobble and I placed my hands on his head.  I wanted to pull him closer and push him away at the same time.  He began to work his way deeper and reached up to massage the backs of my thighs and up my buttocks.  I moaned and leaned into him.  He placed his tongue inside my slit and my legs gave out.  A loud moan escaped my lips as the wave of pleasure took over me.  I fell atop him and tried desperately to climb off as the explosion subsided.  My thighs were soaked with the juices that flowed out of me.

“Sire, I don’t know what happened.  I’m sorry!  Please, forgive me!”  I pleaded with him.

He grabbed me, rolled me on top of him and began to laugh.  It was my favorite laugh; from inside his soul I could tell he was truly humored.  “It’s supposed to feel like that, young one.”  He managed to get out as he noticed my confusion.  He pulled me against him and hugged me.  I could feel his still hard cock against my thigh.

“I have another way to make you feel like that, Jayna.  It will please me as well.  Will that be alright with you?”

“Yes, Sire!”  I replied, a broad smile crossing my face.  He laughed again and told me to remove my skirts and lay on the bed.  As before, I did as told.

He moved my legs apart and laid beside me.  His hand ran along my inner thigh until he was against my womanhood.  His finger worked along my lips.  He rested his finger along my pink buldge and began to rub.  It felt amazing!  He began to pinch and pull lightly and I moved my hips in response.  Then he ran his finger down and slowly pushed it inside.  I rocked against him.  He then added another finger and I exploded again.  He didn’t stop.  He began pushing his fingers in and out.  Slow and shallow at first then deeper and faster.

Then he climbed on top of me.  His penis rest against my thigh and he told me he was going to enter me.  I was terrified.  His cock was much bigger than his fingers and I was afraid it would hurt.  He rubbed himself against me wetting his cock and then pressed the head against my opening until it disappeared between my pink folds.  He drew back and pushed himself deeper.  He continued until he was completely inside me.  Our bodies moving in rhythm with one another.  There was pain.  But it was a good kind of pain.  He hurt me inside but I felt so good I didn’t want him to stop.

He plunged into me deeper and harder.  I moaned and rocked and grabbed him.  He drove deeper and deeper until I couldn’t take anymore.  I threw my head back and my vagina clenched against him.  I convulsed and tensed.  This made him thrust harder and then he stiffened and pushed hard against me.  My master grunted a few times and finished with a few light thrusts before he collapsed atop me.

He stayed like that for what seemed like hours.  I could feel him shrink inside me as wetness leaked from between my legs.  We lay intertwined until he removed himself and headed back to the house.  I couldn’t wait for him to visit again.

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More to come.