When they heard the soldiers rampaging down the street, Sima and Tajwar cowered in
the unlit cellar of their small house. Sima was a widow whose husband had died only
months after the birth of Tajwar, her daughter. In the ensuing eighteen years they had
lived in the small house, and lived well, on the proceeds of selling his business and the
large mansion he had owned. As was to be expected, Sima had led a completely celibate
life, and Tajwar was a virgin. In three weeks time, she had expected to be married to a
man she had never met, but whose photograph seemed very dashing in his uniform as an
officer in the army of the Khan of Tirfil.
“Mother,” Tajwar asked, “Why must we hide? We are not soldiers. Surely they would
not harm a widow and a virgin?”
Sima only sighed and did not answer, though she thought, ‘How naïve she is.
What does she think those screams were?’
Four of the dragoons burst into the apparently deserted house and could be heard
above searching for anything small and valuable to steal. Finding nothing worth taking,
they were about to leave when one of them spotted the door under the stairs.
“A cupboard,” he shouted, “Let’s check it.”
The door was forced open and a set of stairs led down into the darkness.
“A cellar, perhaps that’s where they hid their valuables,” he suggested and the four
of them went carefully down into the dim room.
Just a little light came through a dirty window high in the wall at the back. The
room had all the usual junk that gets thrown into such places and they were about to go
elsewhere in search of more loot when they heard a sob.
Dragging the two women up the stairs they surrounded them and one said, “Let’s have a
look at you then.”
“What do you mean?” said a young voice from one of the abaya-clad figures.
“He means strip,” said another soldier.
Sima removed her abaya and stood before them clad only in western underwear,
brassière, knickers and slip.
“Leave the child alone, and I will do whatever you want,” she offered.
“Let’s see the rest of it then.”
She shrugged and quickly removed the remaining garments. The soldiers looked her up
and down, and were pleased to see that they had found a mature beauty. The hips were
satisfyingly large and the breasts and buttocks were well-rounded. Her unshaven mons had
only a sparse straggly covering of black hair, and the nipples were huge, standing erect a
full inch when aroused as they were now by her fear, with large, deep purple areolae.
“You’ll do anything, for all four of us, to protect your child?” asked one of the
dragoons.
The woman nodded, desperate to keep the soldiers away from her virgin daughter.
Quickly she knelt before one of the men and reached for his penis to suck it. The others
watched as she took it deep in her mouth and his expression told them that she was using
her mouth with some expertise.
“How old is this child?” asked another.
Releasing the prick from her mouth Sima said, “Twelve. Much too young for honourable men
such as you to defile.”
“But you don’t mind her watching you being fucked in the arse?” he asked.
Sima sounded resigned as she said, “War is war. She will see worse before it is over.”
Turning to the daughter, the dragoon snatched the abaya from her, and the four of
them stared. Tajwar was revealed to be a ripe young woman much older than twelve, wearing
only the briefest of underwear. In the first bloom of youthful beauty, her puppy fat
gone, her womanly figure was at the height of its perfection. Her figure was perfect, the
tiny waist accentuating the two pairs of hemispheres above and below it. Her arse was a
delight and just begged to be spanked, or spread and entered. The mons was only lightly
sprinkled with hair, in the Tirfil style, but that hair had been combed and shampooed
daily in preparation for the wedding night only three weeks away.
“Oh, mother,” said one man, “Your twelve year old just grew up a lot. How old are you
girl?”
“Eighteen,” Tajwar admitted, then added with pride, “I am to be married in three
weeks.”
“Then we had better teach you what you need to know about marriage, hadn’t we?”
sniggered another soldier, “Have you slept with your husband-to-be yet?”
“I’ve never met him,” she replied, frightened of what was coming, but at the same
time curious to experience the delights her mother had described to her when explaining
the duties of a wife.
“Come on, finish me,” said the soldier whose prick Sima had started to suck.
“And you can copy her, on this,” said another brandishing his own tool as he pressed
Tajwar to her knees with one hand.
Sima then made a serious error of judgement. As the prick was roughly thrust back
into her mouth, she bit it, hard. The dragoon screamed in agony and smashed her head away
from his injured member with one blow of his fist. She crumpled to the floor and her
daughter stared in horror at the anger on the faces of the soldiers.
“For that you will both pay,” said one of his companions, “Let’s take them upstairs
and teach them both respect, before anyone else gets bitten.”
Upstairs they found a small dog whip such as eunuchs use on the dressing table in the
master bedroom.
“Well look what’s here. They were ready for us,” said the soldier who had been
bitten as he flourished the whip.
Sima knelt resignedly on the bed, knowing she was to be whipped for biting the soldier.
“Oh, no,” he said, “You can be fucked two ways while you watch your daughter take
your punishment.”
“No, please,” Sima begged, “She has never been whipped. It was me that hurt you, so
punish me.”
“Oh, I am going to punish you,” he said and paused, “But it will be by whipping your
daughter’s lovely arse while you watch. Someone hold the kid down.”
One of his companions grabbed the girl by both wrists and held her face down on the
bed with both arms twisted cruelly up her back. One of the remaining two lay back on the
bed and pulled the unresisting mother on to his prick and then pulled her head down on to
his shoulder.
“Someone fuck her arse,” he suggested.
Sima’s face was held up so that she was only inches from her daughter’s arse, as the
soldier behind her thrust into her narrower entrance. She struggled and moaned in pain as
the men took their pleasures with little or no regard for her well-being. Knowing she was
to be whipped for the first time in her life the unfortunate Tajwar was clenching and
unclenching her arse muscles in anticipation of she knew not what.
Whish … THWACK!
The whip came down hard on the quivering orbs, striking fear as well as
indescribable agony into the very core of the young virgin. She screamed until she had no
breath in her body, and the soldiers laughed and waited for her to calm down again. The
man plugging Sima’s bowels moved faster and faster as the sphincter eased to allow the
invasion of her anus. Soon he was on the brink of his climax.
Whish … THWACK!
The sight and sound of the whip laying another line of red fire across the olive
buttocks was too much for him and with a howl of triumph he released jet after jet of hot
sperm into the woman’s rectum. His movements, and Tajwar’s renewed screams set the
invader of Sima’s cunt off and she was appalled to find that she was having a climax
herself, induced despite the circumstances by the unprecedented friction of two cocks
filling her simultaneously. Tajwar was strangely silent, and her mother finally realised
that he daughter was too shocked to breath.
Whish … THWACK!
The third blow of the whip, diagonally across the rapidly darkening markings already
gracing her arse cheeks made Tajwar breathe again and her first gulp of air was used to
howl her pain.
Tiring of the sport of whipping the young virgin daughter, the soldier put the whip
on the bed and said, “Come on, you two. You’ve both come. Finish with her, and then whip
her arse while we teach this little cow what it feels like to have two men in her. Her
mother seems to enjoy it, so the daughter probably will as well.”
Sima was unceremoniously dumped on her belly and the soldier who had used the
narrower entrance took hold of the whip. He was just about to strike when he paused to
watch the daughter feel a prick inside her for the first time. She had been turned on her
back and pulled to the edge of the bed, which caused more sobbing and yelping as her
damaged arse rubbed on the rough blanket. Her feet were quickly lifted high and balanced
on the shoulders of her first assailant. Moving carefully, he spread her labia and pushed
the helmet of his prick a short way into the entrance to her vagina. The look of horror
on the girl’s face as she felt his first invasion pleased him and he wasted no more time
in pushing deep and hard into her maiden passage, tearing away the obstacle of her hymen
in one mighty thrust.
As the girl screamed at the pain of this defloration, the soldier with the whip
swung his arm.
Whish … THWACK!
Sima only grunted as the blow landed high on her buttocks. The pain of the dual
rape and the shock of seeing her daughter first whipped and then defiled had quite taken
away her ability to comprehend what was happening.
Whish … THWACK!
The second blow, quickly struck, brought her more awake and she was dimly aware that
she was screaming in pain. The soldier wielding the pain-giving weapon paused as a second
soldier positioned himself over the prostrate body of the daughter. At first he thought
that the man was going to follow his companion into her cunt, but her legs were pulled
higher and he prised her arse cleft open, eliciting more yelps as he roughly handled the
whipped flesh. They were nothing to the scream which resulted from him humping
unceremoniously into the unprepared virgin anus. This was so tight that he came almost
immediately and his first jet of spunk served to lubricate his deeper penetration for the
later spurts of sticky white juice.
Whish … THWACK!
Remembering what he was supposed to be doing, Sima’s tormentor let fly a third
stripe across her unresisting and almost unconscious body. She lay on the bed in a foetal
position with her hands gently holding her stinging rear end, gazing somewhat vacantly at
her daughter lying beside her.
“Warmed you up, has it mother?” asked the soldier with the whip shaking her, “Ready
to go again?”
Sima was sobbing steadily, as she saw the blood on her daughter’s thighs seeping
from her newly opened cunt. As she was roughly dragged up on to the body of the man who
had been holding her, she could see pink tinged white goo slowly oozing from her
daughter’s arse hole and realised that the girl had been thoroughly violated there also.
The men settled down to a round of rape and sodomy where each of them tried both
women in both entrances, and several more than once. When they had all been thoroughly
satisfied and all of their cocks were reduced to limp hanging gristle, two of them held
the mother on her knees before the man she had bitten and forced her to lick the
accumulated semen, blood and faeces from his penis, on the threat that her daughter would
be executed if she did not do it properly. Though nobody knew it yet, both of the women
were pregnant when they were hauled out of the house and taken to be sold as slaves in
Kobekistan.
Months later, in a Kobekistan hospital, the doctor who happened to be dealing with both
of them noticed that although they had different owners, they appeared to be pregnant by
the same father. If anyone had bothered, the hospital could easily have identified who he
was, but nobody asked the question.
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