Message-ID: <29470asstr$985259401@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <NiteSweats@aol.com> From: NiteSweats@aol.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Original-Message-ID: <37.126421cc.27eacfec@aol.com> Subject: {ASSM} T09 Spoils of Victory {Titmouse} (MFF,MF,rape) Date: Thu, 22 Mar 2001 06:10:02 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2001/29470> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, newsman T09 Spoils of Victory {Titmouse} (MFF,MF,rape) ---------------------------------------------- WARNING NOTICE: The following story is erotic fiction and includes descriptions of explicit sex. If you are a minor or if such things offend you, quit reading now. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Spoils of Victory by Titmouse (C)1997, All Rights Reserved They dragged three women into my tent and threw them onto the ground. Two of them were blonde and weeping, the third dark-haired and defiant. "Where does the black-haired one come from?" I asked. "Aren't the Morovians all blond?" "She's a princess of some other tribe, my lord -- a hostage." Arnulf reached down and yanked her hair. "Wipe that look off your face, bitch!" Sparks leaped into her eyes and red into her cheeks. With clawed fingers, she shot her hand toward Arnulf balls. He danced backward out of her reach just in time, then stepped forward, open hand raised to slap her. She made no move to duck the blow. "No," I said quickly, and Arnulf let his hand drop. "She'll pay for her bad manners by being my partner for this little celebration." He turned to look at me. "You can have both the blondes," I told him. A sly smile crossed Arnulf's face. He nodded, and turned his attention to the pair. "Come," he said, intending to take them to his tent. But again I contradicted him. "Stay," I invited him. "You can entertain me by entertaining yourself with them here. I'm sure our little vixen will find it interesting and enlightening." As always, Arnulf caught my mood. He knew he was free to do as he wished with them, that the more he did the more I would enjoy his dalliance with them. Since that was what he wanted anyway, there was no disagreement. And this was by no means the first time we had celebrated a victory together. "Come," he said again, grasping each of the blondes by a wrist. This time, however, he dragged them toward the corner and the pile of rugs and cushions there. Both tried to resist, so he threw them, one after the other, into a heap in the corner. Arnulf was stronger even than I, and especially so when the lust was on him as it was now. Both girls appeared to be only shortly beyond childhood, perhaps fourteen or fifteen years, as was their darker companion. One was small, somewhat thin, with small breasts, but otherwise a woman's shape. The other was taller and plumper, with broader hips and large breasts for her age. It was clear they had some inkling of what awaited them, as both huddled in the corner, their knees drawn up into defensive positions with arms wrapped around their heads. If they understood Arnulf's barked commands to undress, they showed no sign of it, only ducking their heads as he roared at them. Reclining on my couch, I extended a hand to the dark-haired girl, expressionless. She looked at it, then into my eyes, trying to read them. I kept my expression blank, as always. When she hesitated, I gestured toward Arnulf, who was hovering threateningly over the two blondes, and then repeated my invitation. She glanced over her shoulder at that scene, guessed its meaning, and made her choice. Cautiously, she reached out and took my hand. I pulled her to me, turning her so that she sat with her back toward me, then guiding her to stretch out in front of me with both of us facing toward Arnulf and his two playmates. I wrapped my arms around her, avoiding direct contact with her small breasts. She was tense and shivering, but she made no move to struggle against me. Arnulf, meeting no success in his efforts to undress the girls verbally, took matters into his own hands. He pulled one of the two girls to her feet in front of him, gripped her dress at the bodice, and in one vicious downward jerk ripped it into two pieces. The girl shrieked and tried vainly to pull the two halves together to cover herself. The other chose that moment to try to escape. She was halfway to the tent's opening when Arnulf caught her around the ankle, sending her sprawling. He jerked her back toward him, which caused her loose dress to slide almost up to her waist. When she tried to push it down with her hands, Arnulf cracked her across the face with a sharp blow. When her hands flew up to protect her face, hw grabbed her bodice and ripped her dress open. Quick work, even for Arnulf. I was in no mood to baby the dark-haired girl, myself, but I was content for the moment to let Arnulf have center stage. She was not turning away from his activities. Indeed, she watched Arnulf carefully, trembling slightly. She was very aware of me, too. I pulled her back into my chest. My arms, still wrapped around her, nudged the underside of her young tits. Through the soft material of her dress, I could feel them against my arm, small and firm. "Do you understand me?" I asked her in my native tongue. She looked at me out of the corner of her eye, then shrugged her shoulders. I repeated the question in the Morovian tongue. She hesitated, the gave a quick nod of her head. "Obey me and you will live," I said. "I will hurt you if you disobey me. Please me and you will be safe. Do you understand?" Again she gave me a quick nod. "Good," I said, and laid back against the cushions again, pulling her back against me. I decided to watch Arnulf for the moment. Arnulf had both of the girls backed into a corner, their tattered dresses hanging from their bodies. Gesturing to the smaller girl to stay put, he pulled the larger girl to him. She was whimpering, but she did not resist. He raised her to her feet. Arnulf looked her over, causing the girl to blush and lower her head. She pulled her knees together, crossing one leg slightly over the other, and wrapped her arms across her breasts. Her pale bush peeked from between her thighs; her voluptuous breasts spilled around her arms. He took her arms and pulled them away from her chest, exposing a pair of milk-white tits with large pink centers capped by somewhat rosier nipples. He dropped her arms. When the girl started to fold them across her breasts again, he slapped an arm and grunted "No!" The girl bowed her head and let her arms hang at her sides. Arnulf took a lamp from the sidewall and, holding it in his left hand, let the light play over her body. He reached down and tapped the thigh which crossed in front of her womanhood, then slapped it more forcefully when she did not react immediately. With a whimper, the girl straightened her legs. Arnulf pressed on a thigh and she spread her legs in a slight straddle, turning her face as far away from him as possible. He lowered the lamp so that it shone on the center of her body. From my side of the tent, I could see just the slightest hint of the crease between her legs, covered with a light fuzz. Arnulf reached down with his other hand and cupped it over her young pussy, prompting a choked-off cry from the girl. He stroked her mound for a moment. I could see that his middle finger was sliding in the crease each time he dragged his hand forward. Arnulf dropped his hand and replaced the lamp. He noticed that the other girl no longer had her head wrapped in her arms but was watching him and her plumper friend. He grinned wickedly at her, which caused her to blush and turn away. "Look!" he said to her, grabbing the girl in front of him and spinning her about so that she faced toward her friend. Wrapping one arm around her, Arnulf dropped his other hand to her middle. Forcing her thighs apart again, he spread the lips of her pussy with his fingers, displaying her opening to her friend. Ignoring the girl's repeated protests, he pushed his middle finger up and down her slit. The girl was crying now, barely supporting herself and hanging from Arnulf's arm. Although their backs were toward me, I could tell the moment he began to insert the finger into her from the sharp intake of her breath and a panicked cry of "No!" Arnulf ignored her and kept forcing his finger into her. "She's tight!" he told me over his shoulder. He removed his hand and spat onto his fingers, then returned them to the girl's slit. He worked the liquid around briefly and then began to push his finger back up into her, bringing renewed cries. Her friend was trying not to look, but her wide open panicked eyes kept sliding across the other girl's middle and the intruding finger, looking away only to return a moment later. Her face showed a strange mix of fear and excitement. Suddenly, the girl in his arms gave a sharp cry and tried to jerk away from Arnulf. "A virgin!" he exulted. "There's been nothing in here -- except maybe a tongue!" The girl was sobbing quietly, now, repeatedly murmuring "No" and "Please" in her crude tongue. She did not sound as if she expected it to matter. Arnulf walked her over until her virgin pussy loomed over her friend. Commanding the smaller girl to look, he manipulated the pussy lips, spreading them, running his finger between them salaciously, dipping his middle finger into the narrow channel and wiggling it in there. Then, with gestures and curses, he told the reclining girl to do the same to herself. At first, she did not understand what he wanted. Then, with a little gasp and a quick blush, she realized his meaning. She turned her head away from him. Arnulf threw her plumper friend down beside her and cuffed her. Then he grabbed her hand and forcefully directed it between her thighs, covering her small hand with his larger one and pressing her fingers into her own cunt. She refused to look at him, but her fingers stayed between her legs, moving slowly. The dark girl in my arms gave a shudder, whether of terror or passion I cared not. I raised my left hand to cup her right breast, still clasping her back to me, and kneaded it gently. My prick nudged her buttocks. She did not pull away, but nestled her slim hips against me. Arnulf pulled the plumper girl toward him until she and the younger girl were lying side by side. Brusquely, he pushed her thighs apart and lowered her face to the girl's slit. Ignoring her plaintive cries, Arnulf began to lick at the lips of her cunt and to stick his tongue between them, waggling it up and down. Hearing the slurping noises, the smaller girl opened her eyes. I saw them widen as she realized what Arnulf was doing. Her hand faltered at its work in her own pussy, but her eyes carefully watched the attention her friend was receiving. Looking up, Arnulf snorted and raised his head. He grabbed the smaller girl's hand and pushed it into her friend's crotch. Then, after pushing at her fingers to get her started, he transferred his attentions to her cunt. Dropping his head, he began to lick the smaller girl's pussy. Soon, he had each of the girls with a hand in the other's lap, stroking and circling, while he transferred his wet, lapping tongue from one pussy to the other. I cupped the dark girl's breast more firmly with my hand and felt her arch her back, thrusting her tit into the palm of my hand and pushing her buttocks back against my prick. Arnulf has his ways, and I have mine. I let my other hand drift slowly down her body, touching lightly on her ribs, across her stomach, along the indentation of her waist, up the thrust of her hip and onto the front of her thigh. I pressed with my hand and pulled her hips back against me, rubbing her ass against my hard cock. The dark-haired girl nestled back against me. Arnulf had a finger in each of the girls, now. Both of them were crying, but neither dared to stop fingering each other, for Arnulf would slap them if they did. With slathering, slurping noises and grunts, he worked his probing tongue between their circling fingers and his own penetrating ones to lick their young cunts. He pulled a finger out of the small girl and reached up to fondle her titties and then those of her friend. "Aaagggh!" Arnulf said. He pushed back onto hands and knees and then stood. Fumbling briefly at the waist of his trousers, he found the tie at last and pulled it open. He dropped his pants and pulled off his undergarment. I saw his large organ pop free, hard as flint, curving upward with tension. Both girls cried out in terror. The taller blond scrabbled her feet, trying to push herself backward and away. Arnulf dropped to his knees, forced apart her locked thighs with his strong arms and crawled up between her legs. He wrapped an arm around the smaller girl, dragging her upward with him, throwing her facedown across her friend and binding both of them with a hand on her back. With her torso pinned down by the smaller girl, the taller of the two could not escape. Arnulf reached down between them, grasped his cock firmly and guided it to the entrance of her virgin cunt. The girl shrieked at the touch of his prick in that unviolated place, and threw herself from side to side. "Hold still!" Arnulf commanded, and cuffed her head. He threw himself forward, pinning both girls with his body, and renewed his efforts. Twice he almost had her until she dislodged him with a sudden twist of her hips. Angrily, he pushed forward again and managed to get the head of his cock well placed. He shoved his butt forward and lodged the head of his prick in the virgin pussy, accompanied by another shriek of fear and pain from the girl. "God dammit!" Arnulf roared, and drove his cock into her mercilessly, forcing it all the way into her in one mighty surge. The girl was suddenly silent, and a quick glance showed that she had fainted. Arnulf pushed the smaller girl, who was still trapped between them, to one side and began to shove his prick in and out of the unconscious girl. By this time, I was rubbing the inner thigh of the dark-haired girl still wrapped in my arms. At first, she had tensed at my touch, but after a few moments had allowed her legs to relax. I moved my hand down to the hem of her dress, which was around her knees, and slipped my fingers under it to her bare leg. She made a soft cry in the back of her throat, but made no move to reject me. I stroked my hand along her silky thigh. Arnulf was pumping his cock in and out of the larger girl, who had recovered consciousness. Unresisting now, she lay flat on her back with her arms above her head. Her legs were raised and spread by the massive weight between her thighs. Arnulf's large cock slid in and out of her, streaked with the red of her virgin tribute to the goddess. Suddenly, Arnulf wrenched himself backward, pulling his prick out of the girl. She rolled to one side, drawing up her knees. He turned to her smaller friend and pried her legs apart, pushing his torso between them. The girl cried out and whipped her head back and forth. She put her hands against Arnulf's chest, but she was not strong enough to hold him away. His heavy weight forced her thighs wide, and once again he pushed the head of his cock against a young cunt. Perhaps, having seen the punishment her friend's resistance had cost her, this one decided to meet her fate directly. Her eyes were tightly shut, but she made no effort to wiggle away from Arnulf's assault on her most private part. Lubricated by his previous invasion of the other girl's slit, Arnulf's engorged prick worked slowly into her. She cried out several times in pain and stuffed her mouth with the remnants of her dress, but she lay there and let him skewer her small pussy with his large cock. He went much more slowly this time, rutting forward and back in small hunches of his groin, pulling back slightly and penetrating a little deeper with each push. She was tighter in her sex channel even than her young friend, and it took many little pushes until Arnulf could get all of his large cock into her. I slid my hand all the way up to the soft lips of my dark-haired beauty's cunt. They were damp with excitement, much to my delight. I let my fingers play around her wet lips, stroking my finger between them and rubbing across the little nub at the top of the opening. Her breath hissed between her teeth. She twisted in my arms to face me, burying her face in my neck. I continued to stroke her. Arnulf was having better luck with his second victim. She was meeting his thrusts now, lifting her hips slightly to help him penetrate to the depths of her pussy. She was whimpering in time to Arnulf's thrusts into her. Her arms, which had hammered against his chest when he took her, were now wrapped behind his neck. Arnulf pushed all the way into her cunt and rocked back and forth. One of his hands was wrapped around the other girl's arm, holding her close to them. "See!" he told her, though she did not understand him, "that's the way to do it! Put your heart in it. See how she fucks me back? That's the way." He humped into the small girl's pussy, sliding his big prick in and out of her tight channel. The girl was indeed aiding him now. Her quivering thighs were spread wide to let him in and raised to ensure that he got as deep as possible. As he plowed in and out of her, she rolled her hips around, making his cock work back and forth inside her pussy. But the other girl's failure to appreciate his efforts seemed to weigh on Arnulf. With a growl, he pulled out of the small girl. He turned her around on her back, so that her head was facing toward his knees. Grabbing her bigger friend, he pulled her to her knees, making her straddle across the other. Putting a hand behind her neck, he forced her face down into the small girl's pussy. "Eat it!" he ordered. "Lick it! It's sweet! Kiss it! Use your tongue!" Holding her head down with one hand behind her neck, with his other hand he threw the tattered dress that still hung from one shoulder up onto her back. Then, gripping his cock in his free hand, he fed it into the blood-tinted pussy of the violated virgin. He moved his hands to her waist, watching that she kept her mouth in the small girl's cunt, and began to pull her hips back and forth, making her stretched pussy slide up and down his prick. The smaller girl, on her back beneath both of them, had a clear view of Arnulf's massive cock as it slid in and out of the other's cunt. She couldn't help but watch, although her eyes would close occasionally in response to the tongue working on her own channel. Her friend was crying, mixing her tears with the fluids of mouth and pussy, and whimpering constantly in complaint. "Shut up," Arnulf said, "or I'll give you something real to cry about." He slammed his cock into her viciously. The flesh of her buttocks quivered with each forceful push. She cried out in protest, raising her mouth from the small girl's slit. The dark-haired girl in my arms was panting, now, and pushing her wet pussy against my intruding finger. I slid a finger into her, meeting no resistance but finding her delightfully tight. She squirmed on my finger, humping her hips forward greedily to get more of it inside her. Pulling my finger out of her, I quickly untied my pants and pulled my undergarment aside. I took her hand and guided it down below my waist to brush my hard cock. Tentatively, gingerly, she wrapped her delicate fingers around its length. I folded mine over hers and squeezed, then moved our hands up and down its length together. She got the idea quickly and continued to stroke me when I returned my hand to her pussy and slipped a finger into her again. She moaned, spread her thighs to accept me, and hunched her hips forward to thrust my finger deeper. Across the tent, Arnulf was angry with the continued complaints of the larger blonde, who kept saying "no, no" and pulling her head up from between the thighs of her friend only to have it slammed back down by a shove from Arnulf's hand. "God dammit!" he shouted, "I'll give you something to complain about!" He pulled back, sliding his cock out of her pussy. Bracing it with his hand, he pointed it higher to the hole above. Wrapping an arm around her waist to hold her pinned, he pushed the head of his cock against the tightly puckered rose of her ass. The girl shrieked in pain, but Arnulf just kept pushing. He got the head of his prick in her and, no longer needing to guide it, grabbed her waist. Now, with both hands on her hips, he kept her from pulling away from his invading pole and slowly dragged her tightly-clamped asshole back onto it. What her cries meant beyond expressing pain, we did not know, but they were useless. Once Arnulf got the head of his cock in her asshole, the result was determined. Luckily for her, she and her friend had both lubricated his prick well with the juices of their cunts, for Arnulf would have forced it into her regardless of resistance. The head of his prick was well planted in her back channel, though, and his grip on her waist was strong. The girl cried bitterly but to no avail. Arnulf gradually pulled her asstube back onto his stiff cock despite the obvious resistance. Head thrown back and teeth clenched, he jerked back on her hips and forced an inch of his tool into her butt. He jerked again and pushed another inch inside. Drawing back slightly, he shoved his hips forward at the same time that he yanked her back onto his thrusting prick. All of this was accompanied by terrible cries from the girl. In my arms, the dark-haired girl looked once over her shoulder at the commotion, winced at her friend's painful pleading, but then turned back toward me and resumed fondling my cock. With my finger in her cunt, I used my thumb to roll her clit around. She let her head fall back limply against my arm. Her hips rolled about my invading finger. I pushed it deeper and wiggled it inside her. I was tired of waiting. Pulling my finger out of her, I gripped the hem of her dress and pulled it up over her head. Almost dreamily, eyes closed, the dark girl aided me, raising her arms to help me undress her. I pulled apart the bindings around her breasts and she was naked in my arms. Briefly, I hugged her to me, pressing her firm, young tits against my chest. Her nipples were like small marbles against me, and she was burning hot. I rubbed her tits against me, causing her nipples to drag through the hairy pelt of my chest. Her arms encircled my neck and she hugged me close, making little inarticulate cries in my ear. I rolled her onto her back and moved between her legs. I took hold of my prick and began to point it into her. The girl's dark eyes popped open and she looked down between us. The spear of my cock pointed downward toward her middle, hovering between her widespread legs that were open and vulnerable to me. "Let me," she said, and reached down between us, taking my cock in both of her small hands. She pulled me forward, guiding the head of my prick so that it nudged between the wet, slick lips of her pussy. She worked the head up and down a few times, spreading her juice over its broad surface, and then lowered it to the small depression that marked the entrance to her channel. Slowly, to honor her willingness, I pushed forward. Her hands were still around my cock, holding it in place. She worked it from side to side as she hunched her hips upward in little moves, pressing my large pole into her tight little cunt. She made little grunts with each push, as much forcing her pussy up onto my cock as I was pushing it down into her. She raised her legs around my waist and locked her heels behind my back, using the leverage of her legs to pull us together. There was no longer room for her arms between us, and she again wrapped them around my neck. My cock was half way into her tight pussy. I rocked my hips back and forth, working it in and out of her, sliding it in her juices, stretching the tight channel to accept my invading prick. Her only resistance was physical, however. She wanted my cock in her, wanted it to fill her young and tender cunt, but her body only gradually yielded to the penetration. Arnulf was still battering his massive cock into the tiny asshole of the blonde. Again and again he slammed forward, burying it all the way into her butt with such force that his loins slapped her asscheeks audibly. His victim still whimpered, but it was clear that her tight anal tube had yielded to the invasion. Her cries were muffled in the cunt of her friend, as Arnulf had again forced her face down into it. The small girl lay beneath them, eyes closed, whipping her head back and forth and rocking her cunt upward to meet the tongue of the other girl. My own cock pushed forward all the way into the dark-haired girl. She drew a deep, ragged breath as I hit bottom and clutched herself to me, hugging me close with her arms and legs. Her small pussy was stretched tight around my invading prick, the head of which was pushed into soft folds of warm flesh deep inside her. My mound ground against hers.. We began a slow, steady fuck. I slid my cock in and out of her slippery tunnel, feeling it cling to me as I pulled out and yield reluctantly as I pushed back into her depths. The dark-haired girl moaned each time I shoved my prick into her and sucked her breath in through her teeth as I drew it back almost all the way out and then pushed forward again to bury it in her tight, grasping pussy. I heard a roar from Arnulf as he started to cum. With convulsive jerks, he slammed his cock in and out of the asshole of the blonde. Her head was drawn back and her back arched as he pounded himself into her back passage and shot his sperm into her ass. He jerked her hips back to meet his slamming thrusts, cursing and spewing his cum into her painfully stretched butthole. As his orgasm ended, Arnulf buried his prick as deeply as possible into the blonde's ass, working his hips and pulling hers around to make his cock waggle inside her butt. Then, suddenly, he pushed her forward and jerked himself backward out of her asshole. She fell forward and to the side of her smaller friend, who still lay on her back before Arnulf's knees. Arnulf reached down and dragged the small girl toward him. Before she could grasp what he intended, he pulled her head toward him with a hand behind her neck, forcing her mouth open with the thumb. With his other hand, he pushed his still leaking cock into her mouth. Her frightened eyes saw it coming and she closed them in horror as Arnulf's still-hard prick forced its way between her lips and into her small mouth. Her cheeks bulged with it, and she choked as it pushed deeper. Her hands flew up in self-defense, and she gripped his cock in both her hands to keep it from going too deep. Arnulf was beyond caring. Holding her with both hands behind her head, he fucked his prick into her mouth forcefully and shook his hips to twist it around. The poor girl used her hands to protect herself as best she could, wrapping them tightly around his cock. In her effort to defend her throat, she was jacking Arnulf off with her hands and sucking him clean with her mouth. The dark-haired girl's moans increased with each slide of my prick into her clinging pussy and each tantalizing withdrawal. There was no resistance in her. She was fucking me back as strongly as I was fucking her, pushing her pussy up to meet my thrusts and rolling her hips to make my prick move inside her. I pushed my cock deep within her and held it there, pinning her to the ground with my weight. I rocked forward, rubbing my prick against her lovebud again and again. Her moans turned to cries of passion. I could tell she was about to cum, her eyes were almost closed and turned up inside her head, the eyelids fluttering. Then it hit her and she clutched me tightly and sunk her teeth into my shoulder as she threw her hips up to meet my invading cock, welcoming me, lost in the passion of our fucking, wanting me to force it into her and skewer her on the spit of my prick, rubbing her lovebud on my cock, crying and gasping and jerking on me to pull me into her, squeezing us together as tightly as possible. I felt my own cum rise from deep in my loins and gave myself over to it. It exploded out of me into the tightly grasping cunt of the dark girl who clung to me, jetting into her depths in strong spurts. She cried to feel it shoot into her, clutching me harder to her, and forcing her pussy up to take me as deeply as possible into her. The exquisite feel of her cunt wrapped around my cock and the liquid friction of her sex channel against my sliding prick caused waves of pleasure to jolt through me and spew out the end of my thrusting cock. Then, exhausted, we fell into each other's arms, panting for breath. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ End of 'Spoils of Victory' by Titmouse Story 09 Author's Note: For some reason, this is one of my favorite shorter stories. I think it's the contrast between Arnulf's overt force and the more sophisticated control of the narrator. I like to think that the two blondes became serving wenches, while the dark-haired princess became an honored mistress. Story 16, 'Partisan Revenge,' is related conceptually, although it's a rougher tale. --- This story, as long as it bears my pseudonym and copyright, is released to the public domain. 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