Whistles and catcalls greeted Irith as she made her way across the broken field. She ignored them as she concentrated on the deep furrows that lined the fields of her family's farm. Her heavy boots, made of yeddim leather, crunched on the dried earth and broken stalks. Carrying two heavy wineskins, she felt the sweat dripping down her back. The heat from the sun bore down on her as the straps dug in. The two wide strips of leather that held the skins criss-crossed underneath her large breasts, pushing them up and accenting her already impressive figure. Her cleavage, a deep shadow between the swells of her mounds, shimmered with sweat that trickled down into her shirt. She smiled, feeling the lustful gazes of the ranch hands on her, knowing they were staring at her breasts and other assets.
Her grin faded as her father came around the group, a sour expression on his face. She looked into the wrinkled, red face and shuddered with the thought of her own body growing old with sun and age. His eyes, a murky green, almost glows as he focused on her. Then, he gestured for her to come closer with two fingers, dust dripping from his fingers as he moved. Giving him a false smile, she quickly covered the remaining distance and held out one of the skins. Her father's strong grip took it and he drank deeply. Water dripping from his lips, he tugged on the leather strap still wrapping around her and set it over her breasts, compressing them. She winced internally at the discomfort, but the reproaching glare silenced her.
As her father turned away, Teri stepped up. He was her father's second-hand man, next to her brother, Samayu. He grinned at her and she kept her false smile over her lips. Her eyes, the color of green grass kissed with fog, slid over to her father who gave her his own smile of approval. Bringing them back, she felt her cheeks aching as she smiled.
“Good afternoon, Teri.”
“How are you, Irith?”
She shrugged, “I've been better. Its been very busy up at the main house, mother is working me like a storm to get everything ready for the party.”
His fingers brushed against the swells of her breasts as he took the skin off her shoulder. She felt her eyes narrowing just let them as he drank deeply, his eyes never leaving hers. Swallowing noisily, he let it dangle from his hands as he held it back to her. Taking it, she slung it back over her shoulders as she turned around. Away from the lustful eyes of the man her father wanted her to marry, she pushed the leather straps back underneath her breasts. Her breasts were once again pushed up into the air, presenting them for the admiring eyes of the men who surrounded her. One of them, one of the older hands on the farm, grinned at her. She shuddered at his missing teeth. Her eyes narrowed as he came closer, holding out his hand for the water. She sighed and handed the heavy skin to him.
“Like what you see, old man?”
He nodded, drinking deeply as his eyes riveted toward her cleavage. She felt a few droplets of sweat, from the heat of the fading season, follow the swells into the darkness. When he finished, she yanked it from his hand. Her voice snapped out cruelly as she pushed past him to the next man.
“And that's all you'll get.”
She knew he was glaring at him, but she was smiling, an honest smile, to the next hand. Strong, young, and handsome, he was one of many who vied for her favor, but only informally. His smile, streaked with dirt and sweat, sent a shiver down her spine. She drank in the smell of him as she held out the dripping skin, looking at him through lidded eyes.
“How is your day, Dereke?”
Favoring her with an easy smile, he took it from her hands, his knuckles brushing against her hardening nipples. His eyes sparkled as he swallowed. She felt an answering tremble inside her, in the space between her legs, as he handed it back. His fingers brushed against her breasts and she felt her breath catching. He slipped away as her father cleared his throat and she moved to the next one. It was another of her informal suitors, the men who focused their attentions on her and she bloomed under their lustful looks. She slowly worked her way through the hands, until the skins were limp against her body.
Once she finished, she hung around watching the hands finish up the harvest. The whistle of the scythes and the grunts of them working heavily. She felt a growing heat filling her. Then, her father noticed her and pointed to the house with a sour expression. Next to him, Teri watched with an unreadable expression on his face. Slowly, she turned around and headed back over the fields. A smile grew when she looked over her shoulder to see at least a dozen men watching her leave.
Back the main house, she watched a handful of older women and younger children set out long tables in the center of the farm proper. It was a clearing of sorts, the space between the five main buildings of the farm: the Ka family house, two barracks, and three barns. Half a dozen silos were scattered around the five buildings. They were used for storing the grains both for the long winter ahead and the once a year visit to the nearest town, sixty miles away. She barely saw the silos, growing up with them faded them into the background of her perceptions. Instead, she threw the empty skins on the porch of the main house and mounted the stairs.
From inside, she could smell a storm of cooking smells. Her mother was barely visible down the hall from the front door. Next to her were a pair of younger girls, both about fifteen. They were only four years younger than her, but it felt like an eternity as she pushed back the memories of when she was in their position. Instead, she pushed the front door opened and head up the stairs to her bedroom.
“Irith!?”
Irith winched and leaned over the stairs, “Yes, mama?”
“Go help the hags outside.”
Irith rolled her eyes at her mother's name for the three old women who caused trouble for everyone. She barely listened to her mother as she spun on her heels.
“And tell them not to set up the eighth table, we aren't going to have guests tonight!”
“Yes, mama.”
Herding the three old hags took most of her afternoon. Her throat burned from the effort to speak loudly and slowly to them as the ladies cackles and puttered, shifting stuff across the tables almost as much as they croaked out long-winded tales of the world Irith had completely no interest in. When she saw the crowd of men coming back from the fields, she let out a gasp of relief. Handing the hags over to their husbands, she retreated to her bedroom to change for the party.
It was the end of the growing season. The sweltering heat finally started to break and she could feel it growing slightly colder with the passing of the days. The earth around the farm was hot and dry and she almost missed the rain storms. Her eyes glanced up at the dark orange sky, seeing a bank of storm clouds in the distance. From her estimate, it would be at least a couple of days before the storm gave them some respite from the heat.
Upstairs, she pulled out her favorite summer dress. Light greens and yellows, it was made of a semi-translucent material that always drew the attention of the farm hands. Slipping out of her clothes, she used a wet rag to clean herself off before pulling it on. It took her a bit of effort to work her breasts into the confines of the dress. The soft swells of her breasts were the favorite part of her body, attracting men and attention she craved. She drifted to her dresser and found her favorite perfume right along the curve of her neck. With a moment's hesitation, she also dabbed a bit between her breasts. Grinning, she placed the perfume bottle back into the carved wooden box. She paused for a moment, trailing her fingers along the edge before she closed it. Her fingers trailed down to open the top drawer of her dresser. Digging into her clothes, she pulled out a large bag that clinked loudly. She eased open the leather thong that sealed it and peered in at the hundreds of silver and jade coins. She let a smile ghost across her face.
“Only a couple more hundred and I'm out of here.”
Dreaming of escaping the farm, she closed the bag once again. Outside, she heard a sudden sound of laughter and bounced toward the window with curiosity. At the sight of nearly naked men at the far edge of one of the barn, sluicing themselves off with water from the well, she held her breath. The sights of so many muscular men, dripping with water, renewed the fire between her legs, sending a trembling of heat along her most private of privates. Her lips parted slightly as she watched them wrestle. It took almost a quarter of an hour for them to finish and she spent the time in rapt fascination, rubbing her thighs together as she watched. When they scattered to their sleeping areas, she had to take a moment to cool down before padding down the stairs.
Her mother looked at her disapprovingly.
“You look like a slut, Irith.”
Irith felt a flush rising in her cheeks, “What's wrong with looking good? We only have two of these parties.”
Her mother, an older woman who already lost to the ruinous effects of age and gravity, glared unhappily as she dried her hands on an old towel that smelled musty.
“You know your father already has you planned for Teri.”
Irith sighed loudly.
“I'm not really interested in Teri, mama, you know that.”
Her mother's voice dripped with ice, “No, young lady, you seem content to be like some farm cat in heat!”
“I might as well enjoy myself!”
“You will not-”
Her mother's voice rose to a high-pitched scream, then died instantly as she glanced outside the front door. Only a few of the people at the tables were looking at them and Irith felt a blush rising even higher. Her mother leveled a parental stare at her.
“We'll talk about this tomorrow, Irith.”
Feeling prickly, she just grunted.
“Fine.”
Storming down the stairs, she slapped the screen door open and headed out.
“Irith!”
At the sound of her mother's voice, she spun around and snapped back.
“What!?”
Her mother stepped through the door and Irith saw a brief flash of actual compassion in her mother's eyes. Sighing, the older woman gentle took Irith's hands.
“Listen, baby, I just want to make sure that you are taken care of.”
Irith said nothing and her mother spoke after a deep breath.
“And Teri can do that. He has a good head on his shoulder.”
Her mother stroked Irith's hair, trailing the auburn hair through her fingers before straightening it.
“And,” she swallowed, “I worry about you.”
Sullenly, Irith responded. “I'll be fine.”
A tender smile. “I know, but just remember, if you need anything, I'll be here.”
Irith tried to turn away, but her mother wouldn't release her hands. Pulling her close, the woman who birthed her spoke even softer, looking up with a trembling lip.
“And… if you can't resist, remember I have Maiden's Tea in the second drawer in my bedroom.”
She stared at her mother. Maiden's Tea was a contraceptive. It also stopped the pregnancy after a few missed periods, but no more. She felt a shred of surprise at her mother's insight.
“Why, mama?”
“I've noticed your interests a long time ago, baby. Though I'd rather you said no and just settled down with Teri,” she gave a sad smile, “I remember your own grandmother playing the field after papa died.”
Irith had to grin painfully at that.
“Ew.”
Her mother grinned back, “I said the same thing. Just,” she took a deep breath and stroked Irith's hair again, “just, be careful.”
“I will, mama.”
Feeling slightly disturbed by her mother's comments, Irith padded down the stairs. She meandered through the tables, helping with the arrangement of food. As she circled around the tables, she kept an eye on her mother and looked out for the rest of her family. Her father, “Old Man Ka,” was talking to Teri and her brother up on the porch. As soon as they were not even remotely looking in her direction, she slipped out of the area and wandered around the barn.
Silence flooded around her as her boots crunched across the hard ground. As she rounded the corner, she let her hips rock back and forth with her steps. A shadow separated from the darkness.
Dereke.
Grinning, she swayed toward him.
“Hey.”
Dereke straightened out his formal outfit, which was just his cleanest. He stepped forward, his own boots crunching as he stopped right in front of her. She inhaled, watching her breasts rise and fall, her nipples almost touching his chest. They circled slowly. She smiled up into his eyes, watching him lick his lips. He cleared his throat before he spoke.
“I was looking for you.”
He reached out to stroke her cheek. She leaned against it, still smiling.
“I know.”
She let him back her up against the wall of the bar. As the warm wood pressed against her shoulders, she arched her back, pushing her breasts up into the air. He held out his hands near them, hovering over her swells.
“I got paid today.”
“Oh, really?”
She already knew, all the hands got paid right before the party. He nodded sharply and pulled out a small sack. Coins jingled in it and Irith found the urge to yank it out of his hand. Instead, she inhaled deeply and stroked her fingers against his arm.
“What do you want, baby?”
He chuckled, “I want to touch them, you know that.”
Moaning softly, she reached up with her fingers and curled them into her dress. Slowly, she pulled the fabric apart as her breasts rose up. At the first touch of the warm air against her nipples, she bit back another moan herself. Dereke's hands shook for a moment, then he pressed them against the delicate skin of her breasts, stroking them as he groaned in pleasure himself.
“They are so beautiful.”
She only moaned as he mauled her, stroking and twisting, teasing and touching. Her breath came in short pants as he touched her. She felt the coursing pleasure rising inside her, a pulsating heat growing between her legs. The soft pleasures continued to fill her and she let out a long, gasping moan.
“I-I want to see more.”
She cracked open one eye, looking at him. He gestured down with his chin. She closed it again.
“That will cost more.”
“How much more?”
She though for a moment, “Thirty dinars.”
He paused, his palms pressed against her hard nipples.
“That's almost everything. My entire pay for the season.”
She said nothing, already knowing the answer. He hesitated, but his hands never left her breasts. She felt him stroking her nipples with his thumbs. Humming for a moment, she watched as he thought to himself. Then, a nod.
“But, I get to touch.”
She shook her head sharply, “No, you get to look, but I'll let you suck on my nipples.”
Another moment of thought, then he nodded. She smiled to herself as he bent his head, bringing her left breast up to his mouth. She moaned at the first touch, it was delicate and ginger, sucking on the very end. Her fingers pressed against the rough wood surface of the barn, fingernails digging in as he nibbled lightly on her nipple for a moment, then switched to the other one. She gasped at the pleasurable sensations that coursed through her.
She pushed him away after a few minutes.
“Okay, enough of that.”
“And…?”
She grinned and slowly slid her hands down. Her fingers stroked against her stomach, feeling the muscles underneath. There were no soft people on her father's farm. Her fingers danced along the bottom of her dress and she began to sensual raise it up. Dereke slowly dropped to his knees, his eyes glittering as they focused on the junction of her tight legs. She teased him as she slowly lifted it, revealing the black lace thong nestled between her legs.
He let out a low moan of pleasure as he stared at her. She pulled up her dress, revealing her tight stomach. Holding the edge of the hem in her mouth, she slid her fingers down along her skin and stroked along each side of the black thong. Below her, Dereke had one hand pressed against his crotch as she slipped her fingers inside the fabric, shivering from the delicious sensations that filled her. She was already wet, the scent of her excitement mixing in with the flavors of dust and wood and farm.
One finger curling past her puffy lips, she started to slowly pleasure herself. Then, they both heard the sound of someone coming closer. Blushing, she released the dress from her lips and pulled her fingers out frantically. As the fabric fluttered to the ground, she pushed herself away from the wood. Dereke stood up straight, clearing his throat.
“T-Thank you.”
She stepped forward, pressing her exposed breasts against him for a moment before pulling the fabric back over her mounds. Safely nestled back in her dress, she dropped her hand and pulled the sack of coins from Dereke's limp hand. With a smile, she slipped back and continued along her path around the barn. Behind her, Dereke groaned and returned to the party.
Irith had to pause for a moment, to catch her breath. Leaning against the barn again, further down and around the corner, she straightened her outfit and shoved the money into her boot. She looked around at the darkness, the noise of the party muted by the barn and buildings. Spotting another farm hand walking along, she pushed herself away from the barn and prepared to double her money.
It took her almost an hour to return to the party, her boots heavy with coins. Her sex was vibrating with excitement and heat, turning her own even as she felt the stares of hunger from men she teased and those who just wanted her. Sitting next to her brother, she ignored his curious stare and ate. Throughout the meal, she kept rubbing her thighs together, her eyes scanning the crowd for more of the hands who would soon be parted from their money.
At least, until the entire ranch grew as silent as death. Irith closed her mouth slowly, tearing her eyes away from Teri to look around in confusion. The hands were frozen in shock, mugs in their hands and forks in the air. Even one of them was just sitting down from where he was dancing on the table. She frowned and followed their gaze, to the edge of darkness of their little party.
At first, she thought it was just a trick of the light, but then her eyes began to pick out features of the stranger who stood at the edge of their light. He was dressed in black, it looked like armor of some sort to her, but it refused to reflect the light. Instead, it just drank it up, swallowed it into a black hole of her vision. She felt fear growing inside her stomach, killing the butterflies that Teri was stirring up.
She heard something crunching the sun-dried earth behind her and she tugged at Teri's arm as she turned around. He turned, stepping in front of Irith as they both focused on a man, this one wearing black leather came into the pool of light. She gasped softly as she stared at his sword, a sharp slash of steel that glittered in the flickering light of the lanterns.
Whispering as quietly as she could, she tugged at Teri's arm again.
“Teri, what is going on?”
“I don't know, Ir, but I think… I think you should go into the house.”
She nodded and slowly stepped toward the house. Another man appeared on the other side, stepping up on the porch with his own weapon drawn. Irith whimpered softly, her eyes growing wide with fear as she felt its grip her stomach tightly.
Turning around, she saw more armed men coming out of the darkness in all directions. She counted at least two dozen of them, hard men with smiles that left her feeling cold and fearful for her life.
A voice pierced her fear, drawing her attention to the first man, the one in pitch black armor. He continued to step forward into the light, bringing his angular features into the light. His lips were a slash of black against pale skin. A faint scar ran across his nose and cheeks, like some sort of tortured, sad clown.
“I am sorry for what I have done.”
She jumped at the voice that sounded hissing and growling at the same time. She clutched at Teri's arm, watching the speaking made while fear choked her into silence.
“Would this, perhaps, be the Lazy Ka Ranch?”
Her fingers gripped harder into Teri's hand. She watched as her father stepped out in front of the hands.
“Yes, I am Old Man Ka, the owner of the ranch.”
The man stepped forward one more step, but made no effort to come to her father. The stranger kept his hands behind his back as he looked around at the gathered people.
“Good, I was afraid that I would be too late when I arrived.”
Her father frowned before speaking slowly.
“Too late for what?”
The man languishingly brought his gaze back to Irith's father.
“To warn you.”
“Oh?” Her father's voice was rumbling with annoyance and she saw him squeeze his hands into fists. She winced and glanced over her shoulder at the soldiers around the edge of light. They were all watching, with the same cruel grins on their faces. The stranger, the apparent leader of the armed men, smiled broadly, his teeth brilliant white in the dim light of the lanterns.
“That a group of men is planning on killing every single living soul on this farm.”
Irith saw a flash of movement in the corner of her eye as the man on the porch leaped off. She screamed as she spun around, narrowly backing away as the warrior behind her slashed down at her. Teri spun around and clocked the man, his powerful fist cracking into the man's side.
“Irith, run!”
Despite knowing it was the wrong thing to do, Irith froze as she stared in shock and fear as Teri battered at the warrior. The fighter managed to pull him his sword, using it to parry Teri's fists. She saw blood splashing into the air, splattering her with hot sparks. The world seemed to slow for just a moment as the warrior caught one of Teri's punches in the shoulder and spun around, his sword flashing in the light. She started to scream out for him as the sword came down, slicing into her potential husband's knee. Teri let out a scream of his own, high pitched and frantic as the sword sheared through and he dropped. The sword continued its blow, splattering her face with blood.
The hot spray of heat against her face broke her shock. She gasped loudly, feeling the searing pain of the murderer's grin against her skin. Behind her, there were bellows and groans. She heard a body hit the ground and she could almost imagine she felt the vibration rumbling through the packed earth.
Then, her brother yelled out loudly.
“Irith, run! Damn it girl, run!”
She lurched forward. The man in front of her, his sword dripping with crimson blood, lunged at her, his hands clutching the air. She kicked him hard in the kneecap. A look of surprise filled both of them and she sprinted for the darkness. Behind her, she heard the screams of her friends, her family, and everyone else she knew for her entire life. The fear drove her forward, burning away any desire to save them though it tore her heart in two to keep on running into the darkness.
She knew the fields like the back of her hand, growing up eighteen years among them, as she quickly found one of the furrows and followed, speeding along as a cold, wet wind blew up against her. The sounds behind her were growing louder, screams of pain and anguish cutting off almost instantly. She sobbed as she scrambled over the rough cut earth, clods of dirt catching on her feet.
Irith kept on running, running for her life. The sounds behind her grew muted with distance as she found the edge of the field and sprinted along its length. The hard packed trail was used for generations by her family. Searing tears splashed down her cheeks as she fled.
Then, a high-pitched whine filled the air. She felt something flash above her but could not see anything. The sound circled around her, then disappeared behind her. Gritting her teeth, she clamped her jaw on her growing sorrow and fear and poured everything into running as fast as possible. Her legs pumped in the air, her dress flashing darkly. Her boots, low-cut and attractive for Teri, were beginning to send shooting pain along her feet, but she just bore down on them, slamming them into the ground with her need for just an iota of more speed.
Then, she heard the high-pitched whine again. This time, it came hard and fast and she could only pray that it missed her. As it flashed past her, she gasped out a thanks to whatever gods were listening. She heard it circling around her, even over her panting. She closed her eyes tightly and pushed herself.
Then, the whine exploded in her hearing and she felt a horrible explosion of white-hot pain explode along the back of her ankles. It caught her mid-step as her tendons snapped with a wet wrench and Irith was thrown into the air. She screamed loudly before she hit the ground with a bone-jarring crunch. Light exploded in the back of her eyes as she felt her tendons and muscles curling up inside her legs. She tried to move them, but the nova of pain that radiated from her injures left her helpless.
She felt a trickle of blood dripping down from her head as she tried to move again. Her feet and lower legs refused to move, no matter how much she gritted herself against the pain. The coppery smell of blood, her own blood, was strong against her senses as she clutched the ground, trying to pull herself toward a copse of trees that bordered the fields. Her own legs trailed behind her, limp and helpless as she sobbed.
It was forever until she heard the sound of boots crushing the dried dirt behind her. She bit down on her tongue, blood flooding her mouth, as she huddled against the ground. She found a deep trench and slipped into it, hoping that her stalker would miss her.
“I can see in the dark,” it was the stranger who spoke from before, “young one, and I can see you as clear as day.”
She prayed he was lying, but he stopped right next to her, a shower of dust tickling her nose. She heard him kneeling next to her, the scrape of metal on metal. At the back of her mind, she thought she heard tiny moans rippling from him as the stench of his breath washed over him.
It was blood, old blood. A carrion eater's breath.
“Now, are you going to keep on fighting or accept what I have in mind with you-”
She started to lash out, but his final word froze her.
“Irith.”
His voice, hissing and evil, echoed in her head as she looked up into the darkness, at the dark gargoyle that loomed above her. She felt the tears splashing down her cheeks and the hard dirt digging into her body as she tried to find some way to escape.
“Fighting me, Irith, would not be fatal, but it will be one of the most painful things you'll ever experience.”
He spoke as a man with confidence and she realized that he would do whatever he wanted to her. She choked back the fear as he held up a terrible weapon, a long-bladed knife with a strange-looking edge.
“My Sky-Cutter already caught you once. Hamstrung you like the sheep you are.”
His voice grew darker as he drew closer.
“There is nothing that would stop me from cutting your arms and legs off, Irith. Nothing that would prevent me from gutting you right here and now.”
She sobbed, “W-What do you want?”
“Many things, but not as many as my masters have in mind.”
“P-Please don't hurt me.”
He chuckled dryly, an evil sound if she ever heard. He pressed his weapon against her breast and she felt the sharp cutting edge against the soft mound. She sobbed again, her throat seizing up as she tried to roll away from him. His hand shot out, grabbing her hair and pinning her to the ground. She shook violently as he pressed the sharp point of his weapon up against her stomach.
“Now, listen. You have five seconds to decide your fate. Either you accept me as your master, or you die slowly with your guts spread out across this field!”
He hissed loudly. She sobbed and heard the faint screams from the party, they were quieter now, but just as terrible as they scraped against her nerves. She shook even more violently as she stared up at the dead black eyes, her throat refusing to make a sound.
The stranger grunted, “Five.”
She tried to push him away, but the sharp point of his weapon pushed hard against her stomach and she felt a burning pain blossom right above her belly button as a trickle of blood oozed out.
“Four.”
She sobbed, tears blinding her as she struggled to calm her beating heart. Her looming mortality burned brightly. Her lips worked frantically and she saw a cruel smile stretch across his mirthless face.
“P-Please d-don't kill me.”
“You know what to do then, in the last three seconds of your life.”
He ground her head into the ground, twisting her hair and planting her face into the dirt. She sputtered, struggling for air as he called off the next second.
“Two.”
Her face was scratched as he ground her face harder into the dirty. Just as he was about to call off the next second, he lifted her just enough for her to gasp her doom.
“Master!”
“One.” It came out as a triumph smile and she shivered at the sound of it. He yanked her head up, twisting her hair as he threw her back against the dirt. She landed hard on her side and rolled on her back as she fell into the plowed ditch. The sharp pains and cuts from the hard earth was nothing compared to the excruciating pain from her ruined legs.
“Well, you do have some spark of life left in you.”
He stood up, his dark form towering over her.
“That earns you another sixty seconds to live.”
“W-What!?” She sobbed and screamed at the same time. Her fingers dug into the dry rock. She barely managed to pull herself out of the ditch, but he slammed his foot into her stomach. The metal boot he was wearing dug into her skin.
“Fifty-nine seconds of your pathetic existence.”
“Please! Please don't do this, please don't kill me. I'll do anything!”
He froze for a second, “Fifty-eight. Anything? You can't figure out what I want?”
“No,” she shook with her sobs, “please don't do this.”
“Fine, then strip for me.”
Irith froze, fear of rape exploding in her mind as she stared up at the murderer. He stared back, his face emotionless. His voice whispered after a few seconds.
“Fifty-five.”
She couldn't believe her ears as she started to hyperventilate, her shaking growing more violently with every passing moment. A ringing filled her ears as she shook her head slowly.
“No… please anything but that.”
“Do you want to live?”
It was a hard question and she nodded.
“Yes, please. Please let me live.”
“Then strip! I loath to repeat myself.”
She felt trapped, the hard boot on her stomach, grinding her into the harvested earth. He snapped at her, hefting his sharp killing weapon in his hand.
“Fifty seconds left.”
Irith's fingers clutched into the dirt, her lungs burning in her chest. It wasn't until he called of forty seconds that she started to tug at her dress, gasping with frantic desperation. The pain of her ankles renewed in an explosion of pain as she scraped it against the hard, bitter earth. She tore at the fabric, tearing it open as he released her from the ground. Sobbing loudly, she clawed at her outfit, tearing her top off almost instantly. Her movements, with normally unconscious efforts to balance herself, ignited terrible waves of pains coursing up her legs.
“Thirty seconds.”
Desperately, she yanked at the fabric again and again, her fingers digging into a seam. She felt it tearing, the sound of it drowning out all sounds as she sat up. For a moment, she managed to tear it apart but she shifted against destroyed muscles as she screamed out as she collapsed back on the ground. Her legs were wet and sticky from blood as she yanked the bottom of her dress out from underneath her. She almost passed out from a wave of darkness, but managed to cling to consciousness.
“Fifteen seconds.”
She threw the ruined remains of her dress aside, her breasts heaving in the warm air.
“What? What else-?”
“Ten seconds. Your underwear and boots, do you think I'm stupid? I said I can see in the dark.”
Sobbing loudly, she tore at her underwear as he counted down the remaining seconds of her life.
“Five.”
Her fingers scraped against her skin, tearing out the curls of her pubic hair as she tried to pull them apart. She felt the lace ripping as he spoke the next second.
“Four.”
Tears splashed down anew as she jerked at the fabric. It refused to give. Desperate, she pushed them down, screaming out as the pain of her hamstrung legs pushed her toward darkness once again. She managed to shove her boots off and she ignored the sound of her precious coins spilling out on the ground as she struggled with the underwear that caught on her injuries.
“Two.”
Her fingers accidentally slammed into her wound, a deep cut that went clear to the bone. Everything with sticky and hot and her panties caught on the wound, sending fresh spears of pain through her body. She almost spasmed, her back muscles tearing with the conflict inside her body as she slipped on the slickness of her own body.
“One.”
Her voice giving out, she managed to shove the fabric free of one bloody limb. She slipped trying to push it off the second. Her foot felt foreign to her, a destroyed limb that no longer knew its owner. Only pain remained. She froze as she felt the sharp edge of his weapon against her throat. Sobbing, her shoulders shaking from the effort, she released the thin lace of the fabric.
His voice was triumphant as he hissed loudly.
“Zero.”
She sobbed, struggling to reaching them even as he pushed her onto her back.
“Please. Please. Please, please don't kill me! I tried!”
“Be quiet.”
Pressing the sharpness against her throat, she felt a trickle of blood oozing out of a shallow cut. She bit back the sobs as he traced the point of his weapon along her breasts, stomach and thighs. She shook violently, feeling more violated than she ever had in her life. She watched as he hooked the delicate little curl of lace and pulled up. Her panties slipped off her toes and lifted up into the air, held by the single point of his murderous weapon.
He sounded disappointed when he spoke, his whisper grating and cutting through her sobs.
“Well, Irith, it looks like you've earned yourself another day of life.”
She stared up, her body a storm of pain and emotions. Pounding against her chest, she felt her heart trying to batter her ribs. The agony of even breathing was nothing compared to the searing pain that cut her from foot to thigh, a burning that refused to fade.
“W-Why are you doing this?”
He looked down, his face masked in the shadows.
“Because I can. Because I will. Because they told me too.”
She sobbed, trying to pull herself out of the ditch. She felt more blood dripping from her injuries, soaking into the earth.
“W-We didn't do anything to you.”
He knelt down next to her, his armor scraping against itself. She heard a faint wailing over the wind, then a scream off in the distance. Her head snapped up, toward the location of her home. The stranger, the murderer, followed her gaze.
“I am doing this because of you, Irith.”
Shock stole her breath away. “Me!?”
“Don't make me repeat myself. My master believed you actually have some purpose in the world, an opinion,” he leaned over her, his carrion breath choking you, “that I do not share. In fact, I feel that the only purpose you can possibly have is to be bred for the rest of your natural lifespan.”
His hand shot out through the darkness and wrapped around her neck. She gasped as she felt the icy grip squeezing her, cutting off her breath almost instantly.
“In fact, I would have started years ago,” his voice brimmed with disapproval, “but obviously your father has an overblown opinion of your merits.”
He amended himself after a moment, “Something I will ensure he doesn't forget.”
Irith tried to sob. Her fingers gripped his hand, desperately trying to pry his fingers away from her throat. Her mouth opened with the effort to breath, but no air escaped his deathly grip. Pain rocked her body as she accidentally tried to kick, but her leg only twitched at her hip instead of lashing out as she hoped. She bit back the pain, the tears streaming from her burning eyes.
“In fact,” there was a dark, sinister tone to his voice.
“I plan to rectify your father's mistakes once and for all.”
She had no clue what he meant until he reached down with his spare hand. Her eyes followed as an icy pit formed in her stomach. She heard the sound of metal and leather, then he released it as she saw a hint of something dropping between his legs. For a moment, she was confused, then her eyes adjusted and she realized she was staring at his manhood. As a farm girl, she had seen her share of erect penis on horses, cattle, and even the occasional farm hand. Irith even saw her mother and father having sex one, in the far fields, but it was nothing compared to the shadowed cudgel that hung in front of her.
For a human, it was as large as she has seen it and just a thick. But, it wasn't the size that stole her breath away, instead of the smooth shaft with bumps and veins, it was a monstrous thing twisted over itself, like a corkscrew but as thick as three of her fingers combined. The head was huge, more like a ragged end of a tree branch instead of the delicate wedge that she knew Teri had. It was a monster, a terrible device of rape and torture.
“Oh… please not that?”
He grunted as he stroked it once, the twisted mass twitching as his touch. She saw that he had three balls, each one almost the size of his fist, but one of them, the middle one, was cleaved in two, like a split apple.
“What? Where you hoping for something like the fuck rod of some knight in golden armor? That pathetic father of yours? Or that brother?”
Fresh tears, searing hot, splashed down on the ground as she tried to crawl away, unable to tear her eyes away from the horrid lump of flesh that threatened her. The murderer laughed, a hissing terrible sound.
“What? Do I frighten you already?”
His laughter, the first that she ever heard, sent a shiver down her spine. She clutched the ground, digging into it with her fingers as she pulled herself her way. Her helpless legs dragged against the ground as he stood up. In the dim light, she couldn't tear her eyes away from his twisted mass as his cruel laughter drowned out all other sounds. He stepped heavily on the ground, tossing his throwing weapon in the air.
“What? Why are you running, little bitch? Afraid I'm going to hurt you with this?”
He held up his cock, which dripped slightly on the ground.
“Please… no, anything but that!”
He laughed loudly and stepped over to her.
“What? Why are you running? Didn't you say I was your master?”
She shivered at the tone of his voice. When he spoke again, the dark, cruel tone was back.
“Stop running, girl. Otherwise, what you suffer…”
He let his threat hover in the air. Irith managed to crawl a few more inches before she stopped, looking up at him and the dark eyes that held her. Her heart pounded against her ribs as she let out a long wail of terror. He grinned as he came closer. He stopped right between her limp legs and kicked her right away. She let out a tiny scream as the bolt of pain coursed through her, but it redoubled as he kicked the other, forcing her legs apart. Reflexively, she tried to pull them together, but the explosion of pain threw a wave of darkness across her vision.
The ground shook as he dropped to his knees between her legs, his armor letting out a wail as the dust rose up around her. She whimpered, trying to pull herself away, but his hand shot out again and grabbed her ankle. Her whimper turned into a high-pitched scream as he squeezed it tightly, his thumb digging into the sliced open cut. She felt him shoving it deep, through the slick blood and burning agony to press right up into the bones of her leg. His other hand reached down and grabbed her other useless limb, halfway between her injury and her knee. There was an explosion of pain as he wrenched her legs apart, twisting them in the joint. The cusp of her rape throbbed in her heart, a slowly oncoming doom. She felt so vulnerable to the twisted cock of the murderer with her sex spread lewdly below it.
“Now, girl, I'll teach you what your real purpose in life is.”
With that, he slammed forward. The twisted mutation of his cock slammed into her pussy, tearing it open as he threw his weight into his blow. It was dry, only a tiny hint of lubrication from her time with Teri, but it was enough as she felt her delicate folds being torn open. Something tore inside her as he bore down, forcing her hard against the painful cutting earth as the thick monster of his cock ripped into her, sliding down into her most treasured places.
Irith let out a scream of almost inhuman volumes as her virginity was tore away, shredded almost instantly as he forced his thickness into her. Her body screamed out in incredible pain of being wrenched part, being raped, and the fingers inside her previous wounds. The intensity of her suffering left her helpless, unable to even breath as he forced his cock into her. When he finally reached the limits of his thrust, he just yanked his shaft out of her. She found herself staring at it, seeing the blood, her own virginal blood, that dripped from the many cracks and twists of his member, but then he slammed it forward again, impaling her as her scream echoed shrilly out over the fields.
Her rapist drove into her, tearing her open until he could thrust his entire length into her delicate channel. She felt him slamming against her cervix, pounding and tearing at her inner walls as he sheathed his inhuman cock into her body. The pain from her depths was only eclipsed by the agony from the steel grip he hand on her injured ankle. She tried to push him away, but he refused to stop, his chest shoving her hands aside as he impaled her, burying his length in her body.
Consumed by a sea of pain, she barely heard him as he grunted.
“If you pass out, breeder, you'll never wake up again.”
Irith fought against the blackness that threatened her, feeling every iota of pain as it coursed through her body. His cock raped her, tearing her open and she realized she would never feel whole again. The feeling of violation gripped her heart and squeezed her lungs and she could only flail against his inhuman strength and suffer the twisted pain of his cock.
She thought it would never end. The horrid pain violating her, the grunts as he thrust hard, grinding her into the earth with the force of his blow. But, after an eternity of agony, he bellowed loudly as he slammed into her, burying his entire twisted length inside her clutching. She felt her inner walls clutching to his roughness as his cock swelled inside her.
Then, the most horrible feeling in her life as searing hot, wet splattered started to flood her insides. She let out a long wail of terror, one that carried over the rough earth and echoed against trees and buildings with the sound of a broken woman. Her rapist held himself there and she felt every pulse of his cock, every surge of cum that soaked her insides.
Her wail ended in a sob as the last of his cum soaked her insides. Her rapist held his cock there, still hard and gnarled as before.
"Now, this is your real position in life, girl. To have your belly swollen with my seed, to produce more men for the world.'
Irith sobbed, her body slumped against the ground. She felt broken and violated, like her body was no longer her own will. But, deep inside, she also felt a growing rage for this monster who hurt her and her family. He slipped out and sent another wave of pain through her body as he stood above her, his cock dripping with his juices and her blood. Unconcerned, he shoved it into his pants and replaced his armor. She tried to pull away, but he just reached down and grabbed her ankle. Irith screamed out as he pulled on it, dragging her back to the farm by the most painful way possible.
It felt like an hour passed as she was dragged across the hard ground, the clumps of dried earth tearing into her naked body. She felt every cut on her body. The agony grew from her position, being dragged by a useless limb, but her other leg trailed behind her, threatening to tear itself from her hip as her body scraped against the ground.
She was barely conscious when they returned to the lantern-lit clearing of the square. She could see blood everywhere, soaking into the ground and covering everything. The hands were stripped naked, tied up along the bars. She couldn't see her family or Teri, but her rapist didn't stop. Instead, he walked up to the porch, dragging her up the wooden stairs. She remembered bounding up them just hours before, but now… now everything felt like it was ripped out of reality. She tried to lift herself up the stairs, but the strength had left her and she felt the steps tearing open the wounds on her back as he dragged her into the house.
With the same calloused heartlessness, he dragged her up the stairs and into her own room. For a brief moment, she wondered how he knew, but he was already picking her up by her ankle and throwing her on the bed. She landed on the straw-filled mattress heavily, and gasped from the pain that filled her.
He stopped.
“You remained awake through that?”
Irith didn't know how to response, so she nodded. He frowned, his face lit up by the lights outside. He fingered the weapon in his hand for a moment, then shrugged.
“I guess you'll live for the night.”
She sobbed as he turned and left the room. She heard his boots on the floor outside, but they slowed at the top of the stairs. Then, she heard him turning around and coming into the room. Grunting, he went to the foot of the bed and grabbed her ankles. She screamed out as he pulled them straight, fresh blood soaking her blankets and sheets.
“Silence!”
She had to grab and pillow and clamp it down over her face as he twisted her ankle. Then, she felt his hands grow hot. The temperature rose until it felt like they were on fire, and she was being consumed by them. With terrible clarity, she felt the ragged wounds exploding in a fire that she could only feel. She almost passed out again, both from the pillow clamped across her face and the indescribable agony that consumed her.
It ended after only a few short seconds. She was soaked with sweat, her body shuddering as if she ran ten thousand miles. A hard hand grabbed the pillow from her face, yanking it off. Her rapist leaned over her, his carrion breath choking her again.
“Don't die in the night, we have a lot of things planned for the next few days, Irith.”
He stepped away, his boots loud on the ground. This time, she heard him go down the stairs and out the front door, slamming it shut behind her. Outside, there were soft screams of pain and suffering, then a high pitched scream of one of the hands. Desperate not to hear the sound, she buried her face and prayed for sleep.
Too many screams later, it finally came to her in pain-filled dreams of rape and terror.