Thread: Roses and Jasmine (Victorian and Whisp)

Jasmine was mentally and physically exhausted. She watched with the others as the men were dragged to their deaths, listening to the women scream in anguish and fear. By the time the northerners were finished, all that was left of the tribes home were smoldering huts and weeping elders scattered about the ruins. The southern tribe chief knelt on the ground, forced to watch the destruction while the enemy leader laughed. With a vicious swing, he hit the kneeling man, knocking him out and leaving him with the elders. This land is mine! the northerners tribe chief shouted out in Khmer, a triumphant grin on his face. His men shouted victoriously back to him, their voices echoing through the surrounding. Within two hours of their arrival, the enemy chief was leading the small army of men and their captives towards home. Stumbling along in front of the leader's brother, Jasmine knew it wasnt a good thing to be singled out the way she was. At one point the ruthless man guiding her along ripped her blouse open with a lecherous smile, his gaze falling to her bared breasts. He grabbed her hair in one hand while pinching and groping her, growling things to her she couldnt understand. When a shout rang out, he turned her and shoved her forward, leaving her bare for all the men to gawk at. After a few hours in the heat, following the grueling pace set them, her throat was burning with thirst. She must have given some sign to the brother because he approached with his canteen. When he spoke this time, Jasmine was surprised she could understand him. You fuck chief good tonight. Bad fuck and you fuck all of us. She watched him take a long drink, knowing exactly the effect the mixture would be having on him. It seemed to her that all the people here mixed Ko leaf in with everything they consumed. Jaz hoped that meant it didnt hit them as hard as it had her. When offered the canteen, a carnal smile on his face, Jasmine shook her head no. She might be dieing of thirst, but she needed to be able to think. The concoction might help her through whatever she was to face over the next few hours but it wouldnt help her find a way to escape. No thank you, Im fine, she replied and turned to return to their trek. The man grabbed and pulled her back by the hair, ignoring the yelp of pain that escaped her. He forced Jaz back against a thick tree, stepping closer and pressing his body to hers. He grinded his hips painfully into her, leaning so close she almost gagged from the smell of his foul breath. Will not matter you enjoy female...we enjoy, He rubbed his stiffening cock up and down her hip, proving that he was already enjoying himself. With a coarse laugh at her horrified look, he pulled her back and shoved her in front of him, smacking her ass with his hand to get her walking again. A few hours later they stopped for the night. Only a few tents were set up, most of the men were standing guard over the tied women and children. A few of the women were disengaged from the long chain and dragged off by men not on guard duty. Jasmine was lead to the largest tent and tossed onto the blanket in one corner of the canvas floor. With her hands bound behind her, she stumbled painfully to her knees. The chastity belt was pulled up do tight she was red and swollen. Her hands had long since fallen numb and she wasnt looking forward to the torment she was going to feel once released from either. The brother stood over her, his hand vulgarly stroking the bulge in his pants and enjoying her discomfort. When the Chieftain joined them, Jasmine knew she was in for a rough night. So, property of the Rose...now I make you mine.