Thread: A Conquered Empire (DaveTheHuman & XochitlDreaming)

Looking upon the conquerer, Zosime felt her stomach drop and her heart start to pound in terror. He was much bigger than she had previously imagined, and the image of her husband flashed before her eyes. Her husband had been as strong man, but not particularly tall or broad. No, he had fallen to a giant, and she could only wonder in dry-mouthed horror at the size of his manhood. She was a relatively small woman, short but finely made, with large round breasts, a narrow waist and wide hips. Her thighs were toned and strong, he hands long fingered and elegant, but she now had to wonder how strong she really was, for that was to come to the test in mere moments. She did understand some of what the new Rajib was saying--something about eyes and the Whale Sea, but her understanding of their language was better if it was written, not spoken. She stared at him as levelly as she could as he spoke, about her husband.... She closed her eyes for a long moment when he reached out and tore at the fabric of her dress. The sound of the ripped fabric was louder than it should have been, even over the sobs of the women in the throne room. Someone cried out, My lady! and was quickly silenced as the last shreds of silk had fallen to the floor, leaving her naked before the conquerer. Shame burned her face, her heart and Zosime had to think hard about how to endure this. Should she fight? That would only get her beaten as well as raped before her entire court. But she could not be entirely complicit, or passive. Even at her lowest moment, and surely this was going to be it, she had to think of something that she could do, something defiant, something that would give her people strength in this moment. She flinched from his touch as though his hand was made of fire. He dragged her down, placing a heavy foot on her back and some instinct made her squirm and struggle against the indignity and the fear of what she knew was coming. She heard the heavy cloth of his loincloth fall to the ground, heavy, and even before it touched her she could sense his manhood. He gripped her hips with his rough hands and her throat tightened. Tears threatened, pushing hard against her eyes, and despite all her vows and attempts to keep them back , when she felt his cock--huge, heavy part her lips and roughly enter her two silent drops of diamond spilled from her eyes onto the floor. In terror and pain her muscled clenched, but that only made it worse. He was huge, and she could feel his girth pressing painfully against the tight walls of her cunt, every ridge pressing past her almost like a rasp. Uunnngh! she groaned as he pushed deeper and deeper and she couldn't imagine that there was more of him to take--but there was. Her knuckles whitened and her face was twisted with pain and when she finally felt the slap of his thighs against her ass, feeling impaled and painfully full did she force herself to look at her people. She barely heard the cheers of the Erobs, nor the drums that started to beat when the Rajib started to thrust. She had to brace her forearms hard against the weight and power of his pumping hips, trying to look past the sobbing faces of the women in the court. Her breasts bounced horribly and distractingly, and the pain was such that she couldn't help but cry out when he hilted into her over and over. He was hardly like a man, he had the cock of a beast, a stallion. But she could not simply allow herself to be fucked before the court. So, with bouncing breasts and trying to ignore the pain of her conquerer's invasion, she sucked a deep breath into her lungs and started to pray for her people--a prayer for strength for them even when she herself would threaten to break. Oh Xanthe, exceeding in strength...ungh...who whirl your fiery sphere among the s-stars...wherein your blazing steeds ever bear you above the third firmament of heaven hear me! her voice was a pained cry, forced into words. She faltered, hanging her head a moment before she managed to wrench her voice out of the pained moans and cries to keep speaking. S-shed down a kindly ray from above upon my people, and strength of war, that I may be able to...aaaah! Ungh...drive away bitter cowardice from my head and crush down the deceitful impulses of my soul. O blessed one, give you us boldness to abide despite suffering....ngh!...and keep despair at spear's tip!