Chronicles of Kresh 2 – The Culling

I hope you enjoy the story.

Disclaimer: all characters in the story are 18 or older, and all events are entirely fictitious. Remember, this is a fantasy. Always follow your dreams, the darker and kinkier the better!

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The smoldering ruins of the Choi village were like a fine wine tasted with relish to Warlord Kresh as he strode down the main thoroughfare. Two naked young women, their wrists bound with rope in front of them, were yanked along by leashes attached to makeshift rope collars, the end of each leash gripped tightly in the Warlord’s beefy fists. The callous barbarian turned to Amaya and Sachiko, smiling broadly when he saw the wide-eyed fear on their faces.

“See what your precious town has become, girls. Take a good look and see the fate that awaits all of your wretched, servile race.”

As Kresh turned the corner accompanied by his second in command, Garash, a new sight left both girls feeling a fresh sense of dread.

Three beautiful young women were naked in the middle of the street. Amaya recognized the nearest girl as Traetha, the oldest daughter of the Fhaikhara family. The girl’s long limbs and legs were stretched taut, bound tightly to stakes driven into the ground, and she lay face down in the dirt as a naked Ashgani warrior thrust his cock roughly into her pussy from behind. His grunts joined her pathetic mewls for mercy, the man’s testicles slapping rhythmically against her sexy bottom as her figure strained mightily and helplessly in its bonds.

“Please stop!” Traetha groaned, tears glistening on her cheeks as the ugly warrior with only one eye slipped a hand around to her midsection to fondle and squeeze her supple breasts, enjoying their soft, doughy feel. He growled as he threw his hips forward even more ruthlessly, his cock slamming to fully encase itself in her soft feminine sheath.

“Shut up and take cock like a happy slut, you worthless Choi cunt!” The warrior spat.

Kresh looked meaningfully at Amaya and her younger sister Sachiko. “Take a good look, slaves. This is what happens to cute cunts when I grow tired of them. I let my men have their way with them. You would do well to please me.”

Biting her lip and trembling, Amaya found herself answering automatically as a matter of self-preservation.

“Yes Master.”

Amaya winced as they now walked behind the brutal coupling, and she watched as the nameless warrior’s long, rigid phallus vanished with one merciless thrust into Traetha’s raped pussy. Traetha wiggled her ass and moaned, her body responding to the warrior’s brutal fucks against her will. Amaya could smell the odd scent of arousal – male and feminine – thickening in the air. Traetha’s groans carried a hint of tortured pleasure as the wet sound of suction accompanied the Ashgani fighter’s next thrust, and his fingers pinched the girl’s already hardened nipples as he called her a dozen vile names.

“See, you Choi sluts are legendary,” Kresh growled. “See how the tall, big-breasted bitch says ‘No!’ but then creams up on Vashid’s cock as he tears her a new pussy?”

The Warlord dragged his two sexy captives to the next brutal coupling. Here the youngest daughter of the Fhaikhara clan, Jelana, a slender blonde girl with a delicate face and gorgeous blue eyes, knelt before her captor’s huge, vein-covered cock.

“How do you like your new toy, Darshic?” Kresh asked his warrior. The naked brute bowed low and grinned.

“You are too good to us, my king, granting us such fine spoils we do not deserve.” Darshic turned back to the young, fearful blonde. He had gathered her lush tresses away from her cute face and now prodded her lush lips with his cock-head.

“Open, little bitch. You suck me like you worship this cock or I will rape your two sisters in the ass and then slit their throats right before your eyes!”

The frantic young blonde promptly smothered his cruel shaft with her mouth, gurgling as she pumped her face back and forth until drool began to ooze down her chin and onto her breasts. Darshic held her skull with both hands and plunged his cock-head further down her throat, enjoying the sounds of her struggling to breathe and take him all in. Eventually she groaned, her muffled plea for mercy getting him to relent as the brawny warrior pulled his cock out of her mouth, leaving strings of gooey cum dangling from her lips to the tops of her breasts.

“There, bitch. You are beautiful with my seed gracing that sweet mouth and those sexy tits,” he growled approvingly. “Now get on your back, cute slut. I want a taste of that young pussy.” Jelana squealed as Darshic shoved her onto her back, his head diving between her silken thighs. Two nameless warriors held the pretty girl’s wrists above her head even as Darshic forced her thighs apart.

Darshic’s tongue lapped all too greedily at her slit, battering her clit and stroking with swift, sure licks along the edges of her labia, one teasing barrage after another. The slender captive groaned instinctively, her cunt muscles contracting as she shivered, her mouth gaping in a wordless cry as the Ashgani captor’s slurping on her sex intensified.

“Ohhh please Sir…no! My honor!” the beauty begged.

The Warlord knelt down over Jelana, sucking on each of the girl’s lusciously curved breasts before stroking the side of her face with one battle-scarred hand as he stared into her wide, innocent eyes.

“Your honor ceased to matter the moment we rode into your pathetic excuse for a village, the moment you became property of the Warlord’s horde, little cunt. Enjoy the sensations my warrior is giving you while you can. When my men are finished with you, then you will suffer the same fate as the rest…” He let his words trail off, delighting at the fresh infusion of fear that played across the gorgeous girl’s face.

The lushly curved blonde moaned with new urgency as Darshic tightly gripped her thighs and furiously ate out her pussy. His slurping sounds ratcheted up yet again as the Warlord stayed kneeling beside Jelana, idly rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He watched the girl’s tormented face, especially now as it contorted in that perfect mixture of pleasure and horror, her chest heaving as one of the most brutal men imaginable pleasured her aching cunt.

The Warlord idly wondered whether somewhere deep down in the female’s primal psyche, part of her wasn’t yearning to have her snatch stuffed full of unyielding cock. Just as the Warlord Kresh pondered this, there it was, the first sign of surrender. Jelana’s soft sigh, her eyes rolling back in her head, all of it signaling the release of orgasm as she flooded her rapist’s mouth with her pungent fluids.

“Uhhhhmmmmfff!” the teenage girl squealed, her body writhing as Darshic drank greedily from her opening.

When the Ashgani had had his fill, licking his chops to taste the last of the naked girl’s juices, he pulled her toward him with a growl worthy of a lion in his den.

“That was a rare treat, even from a worthless piece of Choi meat. Now to experience the main course – a true, intimate feel of that snug PUSSY.” Darshic glanced meaningfully at his elongated prick, rigid as a spear and throbbing with desire. Jelana gaped, her arms and legs flailing as two of Darshic’s companions forced her to straddle the big warrior’s bulk.

The Warlord Kresh had stood up and taken a step back now. He watched critically as the two assisting Ashgani brutes positioned the slender blonde’s pussy above the girth of Darshic’s shaft. Darshic helpfully took Jelana’s hands and brought them to his chest, entwining his fingers with the girl’s, and in that exact same moment her pussy lips settled around his cock-head, her sheath sliding down him with a sudden lurch as she bottomed out on his manhood, her loud groan joined by the satisfied grunts of the two Ashgani helpers and an especially intense sigh from Darshic.

“Ahhh…that’s my little fuck slave.