Tarik watched Beyaja eating her Mistress’s cunt and his cock began to throb, becoming as hard as steel. Relaera was waiting for this development. “Ah look, the new man is hot watching us” she said, her look taking in Benect and Beyaja. “Nayare, why don’t you give him some attention, I want you to kneel and suck his big cock. Tarik, she’s young but I hear she can suck cock well, so just fuck that big tool right down her throat.”
With an apologetic look at Benect, Nayare knelt before the big man. He grinned wickedly at Benect, already understanding the relationship they shared. He grabbed Nayare’s long hair and shoved her down onto his cock, wanting to feel her choke and gasp on his fuck meat while he looked into her lover’s eyes. This was not the first time Nayare had been forced to take a man into her throat, and though he was the biggest, she relaxed and he pushed her head down until there was nearly ten inches of cock in her stretched airway. He held her there, far beyond the point where she could breathe, until in desperation she began to struggle vainly in his strong grip. Benect fought his instinct to attempt to aid her, and stared back into Tarik’s eyes, planning to make him suffer thrice over for this abuse. Nayare was choking and turning blue when the big man let her up just long enough to get a half breath. He then began force her head back and forth on his monstrous cock, shoving her a little deeper each thrust.
Nayare had panicked when the big man held her down, not allowing her to breath, and the torment of knowing that Benect was forced to watch her being thus used made her wish she would pass out from the lack of air, but once the big man began fucking her mouth she quickly established a rhythm of rapid breaths that allowed her to endure the abuse without suffocating. Tarik was still using her hair to yank her head back and forth and it felt as though he might rip her scalp, so forceful were his tugs as he slammed his big cock down her throat. She hoped that he would cum in her mouth and end it soon, but that was not to be.
Benect watched in horror as his love was used by another man who took pleasure in torturing them both. His own lust was betraying him as well, as his cock, excited by the sight of the lovely Nayare being taken by the brute was leaking precum copiously. Relaera noticed this as well. “Oh look Tarik, it seems Benect is enjoying this show as much as I; see how close he is to cumming.” Benect was mortified. Now Nayare would know that it was exciting him as well, and even though he was deeply ashamed, his darker nature was still turned on greatly by this violent usage of his love.
“Nayare, I want to see Tarik’s big cock slide into your pretty little cunt. Get up there and ride him” Relaera said to the girl.
The big man released her with a smile and Nayare rose on shaky legs and prepared to straddle him still facing the back of the carriage. “Oh no my dear, your shapely ass is a pleasant view indeed, but I want to watch your face as he plunges that big cock into you” Relaera said. Reluctantly, with tears streaming down her face she turned around and trying not to look at Benect presented her sex to Tarik’s cock. The big man took his cock in hand and lined it up with her small slit. She began to lower herself slowly, the huge head of his meat stretching her farther than she had been stretched before. Tarik allowed her to work a couple of inches of his cock into her at her pace, then, grabbing her hips he pulled her down onto his cock, shoving the big tool deep in her tight cunt.
“Oh, look at that Benect, the little slut is getting boned by that big cock good” said Relaera as Nayare gasped at the sudden deep intrusion. Fully half of the man’s cock had slid into her, but he was not letting up. He pushed her up, pulling back to the tip before slamming her back down again.
The pain of the giant cock in her was more than she could have imagined. He was huge, and completely without mercy as he took her. In this position she couldn’t even resist his lunges and she cried out in pain as he thrust into her again, making her take even more of him. Benect’s blood boiled, but at the same time he was nearly to cumming in Relaera’s hand. Relaera, turned on by the game she was playing, and Beyaja’s talented tongue still working her clit came, wailing nearly as loudly in pleasure as Nayare did in pain.
It took him seven or eight powerful thrusts to stretch this young slave’s cunt to accommodate his organ and Tarik hadn’t felt anything this tight in a long time. He was bouncing her on his lap like a doll at this point as she cried and sobbed. Tears were streaming down her face still, but soon he could tell her wanton cunt was beginning to respond to the fucking he was giving her. His thrusts becoming more urgent he grabbed her breasts and began to kneed them roughly with his hands as he pulled her back against him, shortening his strokes and keeping his cock nearly fully buried in her steaming pussy.
The girl still had her eyes closed when Benect’s cock shot its load, so she didn’t see that her man had gotten off watching her being taken so forcefully. Relaera was still in the throes of her own orgasm, prolonged when Beyaja suddenly moved down, and pushed her tongue into the bruised opening of her anus. Nayare, hating herself, was beginning to enjoy the feeling of complete fullness the big cock was giving her, and her own pleasure built fast as he roughly assaulted her breasts and nipples. She couldn’t stand to open her eyes and see if Benect was watching her begin to enjoy this big cock. She didn’t want this, but still, in seconds she was cumming, unable to withhold her grunts of pleasure and lust as the big man continued pumping this monstrosity of a cock into her smoldering cunt.
When he felt her cum, Tarik could take no more, and came in her. Her trembling body lying atop him was such a pleasure, and the burgeoning hatred of her lover amused him. The boy had done well, not losing control and doing anything stupid, he respected that, but he couldn’t help enjoying his discomfort. Naturally he would have to keep an eye on the kid; certainly anyone who could endure this in silence would be the type to seek revenge upon him. He’d have to watch his back.
Scene 6 – The Pillage
The trip took three days. Relaera orchestrated at least one orgy in the confines of the carriage on each of the days of the trip, making sure that Benect and Nayare were never allowed to enjoy each other, but rather forced to watch as another satisfied them. By the last day, Nayare was taking Tarik’s big cock easily, and cumming over and over again upon him. Relaera herself had enjoyed his cock and Benect’s on more than one occasion, and had at one point taken the big man in her cunt while Benect pounded his cock into her finally healed ass. She had loved having two cocks in her in this way, and after they had filled her with their cream, she had the women lick their juices from her dripping holes until she came once more. She could not have even imagined that her days as a landed Mistress were about to end violently, and that one among her retinue would betray her while another took her lands and title.
Relaera’s ancestral home was in a valley far from any city, and if not for fertile plain in the valley and the silver mine in the northern hills on the far edge of the estate the valley would be as wild as the lands for leagues around it. Occasionally, small groups of bandits would raid the valley but thanks to the wealth of the mine, they were ever protected by a well-trained group of guards hand-picked by the Mistress and her ancestors before her. When the driver of the carriage reined in the team at the head of the pass leading into the valley Relaera realized that something was wrong, but by then it was too late.
In the valley, the fields burned, the big ancient manor was ablaze as well, and slaves were running in terror from the group of armed men who were methodically killing or capturing them. Before the driver could even call down that someone was attacking the valley, an arrow pierced his throat and he fell from the carriage, dropping the reins. The fire and yelling had spooked the horses, and when the reins fell slack they ran for the barn, thinking that safety could be found there. When the carriage finally rattled to a stop before the barn, the terrified horses unsure as to which way to go, the jarred and dazed occupants tumbled out of the carriage into a maelstrom of death and destruction. The barn had by now caught flame, and the crazed horses overturned the carriage in their panic to
get away from the madness. Slaves and guards alike lay dead everywhere, blood still running from their hacked bodies. Against the door of the barn, held in place by the pitchfork impaling him through the throat and stuck into the wooden door, was a man the Beyaja recognized immediately. It was one of the guards from the city who had been sold into slavery. How did he get here?
Relaera had never witnessed such carnage; her well trained guard appeared to have been killed to a man, and many of her best slaves lay dead. She could hear some of the women wailing and realized that at least some of her slaves had been captured by these raiders. As she tried to reason out how this could happen a voice behind her chilled her to the bone. “I told you I would get my revenge bitch! I’m going to enjoy making you suffer.” The guard from the tribunal, ringleader of the group, which had threatened her, had a short sword at her back. Grabbing Relaera by the hair he jerked her down and began dragging her to the barn, while two more men kept the slaves at bay.
The fighting had calmed somewhat, and it was apparent that both sides had suffered great losses, as the many of the bodies were unfamiliar to Beyaja. Her life here had not been perfect, but she had been away from the valley enough to know that the slaves here were better treated than most, and that these men might very well kill them after they were done using them, just to avoid the chance of anyone being able to attest to their crimes. Something had to be done, but what?
The Mistress, now out of sight in the barn was screaming in pain, and Beyaja couldn’t help but wonder what the old guard was doing to her. Her wailing escalated until they sounded like a living thing filled with madness. They needed to do something. The mistress probably deserved the revenge, but even if they lived, without a mistress, or a master, a slave was anyone’s for the taking. It was this very thought that the beginnings of an idea formed in her brain, but it would not come to fruition until they could counter this attack upon their home.
There was no way to know how many of the invader’s remained, but they knew of the three, and there were surely at least a couple more in the sheds where the crying slave girls were being held. Beyaja begin to move toward the burning Manor, edging away from the guards. She had to get inside before the place burned to the ground if her plan was to work; there were things there which would be essential to success. As she moved, one of the guards followed her. “Where are you going, we’ll get to you soon enough. The boss has some special treats planned for your Mistress, and her slaves.” Thinking that these slaves would be easily cowed was his undoing. As he approached Beyaja, his back was to Tarik and Benect, and Tarik had been patiently waiting on just such a opportunity. Lunging forward he grabbed the other guard by the wrist holding his sword and swept a big knee up into the man’s elbow snapping it like a twig. Screaming in pain he dropped the sword and before his fellow could turn around, Tarik cleaved his head from his shoulders. Benect picked up this man’s sword as Tarik turned and ran his blade across the other guards exposed throat, silencing his screams with a gurgle. They moved away from the carriage towards the relative safety of one of the other buildings not yet aflame.
It was not until she was darting into the burning house that anyone noticed that Beyaja had not followed them. Once in the house she ran straight to the Mistress’s chamber, hoping that the fire had not spread there yet, knowing that if it had her plan would fail. Fortune was smiling on her, for though the house was rapidly filling with smoke, the chest was exactly where she knew it would be, and though it was all she could do to drag it, she managed to get it to the window and lever it over the sill. Following the chest, she leapt from the window and drug the chest to a safe distance from the house. She pulled it into a small storage hut, and opening the lid removed the items she needed so desperately to make her plan work.
Benect couldn’t imagine what had possessed Beyaja to run into the burning Manor, but he could not go after her and protect Nayare, and she was his priority. He could only hope Beyaja would come to her senses before it was too late.
“We need to do something Tarik, these men will not stop until they kill us all” he said to the big soldier.
“I have a sword, and a chance, why would I help anyone here” the big man asked.
“Because here you can live as a free man if you will only follow my new master’s rules and not betray our plot” came a familiar voice from behind them. Startled they turned to see Beyaja holding out a bundle.
Quickly, she explained her plan to them. Relaera had lived a solitary existence, choosing to rut with her slaves when her appetites demanded that she sate her lust rather than choose a mate who might wrest control from her of her father’s estate. As a result, she was only barely known outside the valley, and even when she left, she never went to the same city twice in one year, so her activities were kept very private. Beyaja’s proposal was simple; Benect would take her place, acting as her mate. The local slaves would believe her if Beyaja told them she had selected young Lord Benect for a mate and was bringing him here to live when the valley was attacked, and no one outside the valley would be any the wiser. Tarik could be a new guard, hired to train the guards, but only if he agreed to take their secret to the grave.
Tarik had one reservation, could he trust Benect not to exact his revenge for the forced taking of his woman one he had this much power? If he wanted his freedom, he could see little choice, and as long as he had a sword in his hand, the boy would not be much of a threat.
Beyaja could see that the man would need careful watching, but for now his part in the plan was needful. Unrolling the bundle she carried, she handed the clothing to Benect. A fine set of breeches and a Tunic laced with gold, the Mistresses family crest embroidered upon it adorned the tunic. Next she belted to his waste a long narrow blade with a hilt crusted in jewels. Handing one last item to Nayare, she motioned for her to give it to Benect. It was the signet ring of Relaera’s family. He felt foolish in this finery, but he also knew that the only way he and Nayare could be together was to play this part until the end.
Drawing the new blade, Benect took charge as his new role required that he must. “Tarik, we must evict these usurpers from my land, and rescue my mate!” he said with a grin. Tarik stifled a laugh, and followed Benect across the yard.
They went to the shed’s first. Everyone knew that their plan would be exposed if they were successful in rescuing Relaera, it was unfortunate perhaps, but her death would insure the freedom of the rest. Kicking in the door of the shed in which they had last heard the women being held, Benect found one of the invaders on his knees raping an older olive skinned slave from behind while several younger slaves looked on in fear. Benect, leading the charge through the door, skewered the young man through the chest before he could pull his cock from the woman’s cunt. As he fell, another guard moved in the shadows at the back of the shed, where he had been buggering a girl just barely come to womanhood. As he lunged at Benect, the young man deflected his heavy blade with the forte of the lighter and much faster rapier, and with an effortless backhand flick cut through the man’s throat, killing his second man in as many moments. A slave’s life was often surrounded by death, so the idea of taking a life did not give him pause.
“Nayare, take these girls to the house, see if it can be saved; the rest of you follow me, we must rescue my mate from these villains!”
Beyaja and Tarik were close on his heels when they entered the barn. The mistress was lying over a low rail, with her hands tied to her ankles. She was cut and bruised in innumerable places, and blood flowed freely from a wound on her head. The broken handle of some implement had been shoved into her now bleeding ass. The old guard that had drug her back here was sharpening a stick as they moved quietly into the barn.
“I’m going to show you what being pegged is all about you bitch!” he muttered as he whittled the big stake to a wicked point.
Benect could not believe the savagery with which she had been abused, and without thinking, he stepped forward and slapped the man across the side of hi
s face with the flat of his blade.
As the man fell back in surprise, Tarik caught him upon his blade, allowing the weight of his own body to drive the short sword through the man’s own chest. Benect went to Relaera cutting the ties that bound her, thinking surely she was dead. Grasping the rough wooden handle he pulled it slowly from her orifice, and to his surprise she moaned. “She still lives” he said quietly. Their plan would be the death of them if she lived, yet still he could not bring himself to kill her in cold blood.
“Benect, you cannot let her live!” Tarik said, his agitation growing.
“Beyaja, take her to the shed and clean her up. Bandage her wounds and we will see to the house.” He said looking pointedly at Tarik.
By the time they escaped the barn, slaves from the distant fields were approaching, and more and more hands drew water from the nearby stream to fight the fires that threatened to consume the estate. Benect was shocked. From the number dead and the numbers still coming in, there must have been over a hundred slaves tending the fields of this small valley. He knew nothing of the silver mine as yet; as few if any of the slaves were told of it until they were sent there, and those that were never returned. A company of horsemen approached riding hard over the fields as Beyaja stepped back to his side.
“Nayare’s group has nearly saved the Manor my lord, and one of the slaves is a healer, she is tending the Mistress. You will need my help to explain this to those soldiers.
Scene 7 – Fleeting Memories
Hours later, having summoned Beyaja and Nayare to his new chamber, once occupied by the Mistress, Benect still couldn’t believe that the plan was working. The troops, having rushed to the sign of fire from the mines had accepted him based solely on Beyaja’s story. She had been a favorite of the Mistress for a long time. Tarik had joined the soldiers, and their captain had taken him to search the valley for any escaping raiders. The assumption that this was an attack meant to conquer the valley allowed to stand, and the conspirators were now committed to their story. Everything now hinged on the Mistress. If she died, it would be as well for them, if she lived to speak they might yet hang together.
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