Fallen Kingdom 2

Fallen Kingdom – Part 2

Phaeka would do anything to save her daughter. That urgent motherly instinct surged in her despite the nightmare unfolding. The petite noblewoman had endured the worst of the rape already – or so she hoped. Now it was just one man fucking her, lying on top of her, pinning her to the patio table. He was a muscular specimen – brutish but not unhandsome. The whipcord muscles in his arms bulged as he tensed his body and kept thrusting. The Prythian noblewoman felt his cock plunge deep inside her with each merciless fuck, and to her abiding shame her body responded… almost craving each penetration.

‘I will endure anything if it means they will spare the life of my little girl,’ she thought. Her daughter Anaria was no longer a little girl though. She had seen 18 cycles of the seasons. She had been betrothed to marry Vellintius’ son, Elari, come summer. Their union would have bonded the two powerful families together. Anaria’s future would have been assured. That dream had died today though, along with so many others. Bheketha was not the first town to fall to the rebellion, and Phaeka realized with sorrow that it would not be the last. The Imperium – the affluent rulers of Prythia – had grown complacent. She understood that now, now that it was far too late to do anything about it.

The signs had been there. Her husband Lord Kaelon had muttered dark tidings of late. More and more, slave revolts had arisen, not just on the outskirts of Prythia but closer to the heartland. Always, though, they were swiftly snuffed out. Until now. This time the gladiator revolt of the House of Keresh had sparked a nation-wide rebellion like fire blown onto tinder. The rising of the gladiators and the speed with which the Xokothi slaves had joined the Arena commoners now posed a lethal combination of force which threatened to be the Imperium’s undoing. Before the town had fallen under siege, they had heard word that General Carpathiel was gathering several Imperium legions to march south and stem the tide of the rebel advance. By the time they reached here, though, would it already be too late? Would there be anything or anyone left to save?

So here she was now, Phaeka, a once proud Imperium noblewoman, reduced to this – naked, brutally raped, helpless to do anything. In her peripheral vision, meanwhile, she saw her daughter’s ordeal continue to unfold nearby. The tallest of the gladiators, their leader, a man named Gorlann, now had Anaria on her hands and knees. He fucked her roughly from behind. The sound of their bodies smacking together reached Phaeka’s ears like a tortuous song. She risked looking at her daughter’s face. Anaria grunted with each penetration, but the light in the girl’s eyes had not gone out yet despite all she’d endured.

‘Be brave, Ana. Be strong!’ Phaeka thought. Somehow she had to get her family out of Bheketha alive. The nearest town was at least two full days’ walk on foot. Perhaps they could take refuge with the Vellentius family. But what if Kharabesh had already fallen just like Bheketha? What if there was nowhere to run to?

“Am I boring you, Imperium cunt?” The man above her slapped her across the face. It wasn’t a hard slap, but it did startle her. She submissively slid her hands along his back, cupping his shoulders and grinding her sex to meet his fucks.

“F-forgive me, Sir,” she said, uncertain what else to say. What did one say to one’s rapist?

“Look into my eyes as we fuck,” the warrior growled. “I want to see the look on your face as I conquer this slimy pussy of yours. You can watch your daughter get fucked by another dozen men tonight later on, if you wish. For now, though, your attention belongs to ME and ME ALONE.”

He was the fifth man inside her. She could feel the mingled fluids of the other men ease the passage of his cock. Phaeka felt beyond filthy. She felt irrevocably shamed, and to make matters worse she knew that her husband was tied to a tree not far away, forced to watch and listen as the two women he loved more than anything in the world were now dishonored.

“Get ready, bitch. Wulfkar’s sperm will soon find your womb,” the gladiator hissed. The man’s shaven head gleamed in the sun as he licked the side of her neck. Phaeka’s hands gripped his shoulders tightly. She moaned as his furious thrusts wrested unwilling pleasure from her body. She felt herself convulse around his rigid length, her body’s responses reaching their pinnacle.