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Subject: {ASSM} "Dynasty Warriors 5 - His Way"  (M/F nc, M+/F nc, oral, anal, inc, les, impreg)
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Story: "Dynasty Warriors 5 - His Way"
Codes: M/F nc, M+/F nc, oral, anal, inc, les, impreg

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The Video Gamer's Sex Stories
Volume 33:  Dynasty Warriors 5 - "His Way"
Rating:     NC-17
Pairings:   Diao Chan/Dong Zhuo, Diao Chan/Soldiers,
            Female Bodyguard/Female Bodyguard/Dong Zhuo
Storycodes: NC, Gang, Impreg, Les, Inc
Summary:    The end of Dong Zhuo's mosou mode hints that he is about to
            receive a long-overdue comeuppance courtesy of the  
            disgruntled Lu Bu. What would happen if the coup failed and 
            Diao Chan became subject to the cruel tyrant's punishment?


    "All right, enough putting it off..." Dong Zhuo slurred drunkenly, 
slamming a cup of potent wine hard onto the armrest of his regal seat. 
His subjects' roaring conversation settled down into a low din, each 
anxious to show respect when their leader spoke. "We've let the traitor 
stew long enough." he finished, smirking out the side of his mouth. It 
was time for Diao Chan's judgement.


    The Lord of Luo Yang was enjoying his second victory in as many 
days in the usual custom of getting as heavily intoxicated as he could 
stand. This late in the evening, he had already denigrated into a 
lumbering, inebriated mess, keen to abuse of anything that could be 
imbibed. For once, this was understandable -- perhaps even warranted. 
There was much to celebrate.

    The triumph Hu Lao Gate had been ended with nothing less than a 
complete rout of the allied coalition. Dong Zhuo had been quite pleased 
with Lu Bu and Diao Chan's exquisite performance -- enough so to nearly 
consider granting his adopted son a small kingdom of his own to rule. 
The sudden turn of events last night, however, had quickly sealed the 
treasonous wretch's utter doom instead.

    Luckily, Guan Yu had been taken prisoner during the skirmish at Si 
Shui Gate. Without his assistance, Lu Bu would certainly have succeeded 
in seizing the throne. The God of War had earned his freedom twice over 
by not only soundly vanquishing the land's most feared warrior, but 
saving dispatch of the insect's head until Dong Zhuo himself could see 
to the task personally. Guan Yu was graciously allowed to take leave of 
the city to reunite with his brothers, leaving only Diao Chan's fate 
left to decide.

    She had hidden her true intentions well, beguiling not only the 
avaricious ruler but also his vassals. For that reason (as well as her 
unequaled beauty), Dong Zhuo had put off sentencing until the feast was 
concluded and everyone was consuming generously from the train of large 
tankards which were steadily carried in and out of the great hall. He 
always thought better after a few drinks, and this particular instance 
would took dastardly retribution to set right again.



    "There you are!" he beckoned with a thundering sweep of his hand as 
his personal bodyguards dragged the captive Diao Chan before him. They 
were twin girls, both dressed in skintight, purple combat-bikinis that 
greatly accented their reasonably ample chests (no small part of the 
job prerequisite). Although the sisters were dearly sympathetic to the 
imminent need for Dong Zhuo's skull to adorn a pike outside the city 
walls (one had even given the silent nod which catalyzed yesterday's 
uprising), neither gave any hint of recognition to the rebel standing 
before them. There was no point in throwing away their own lives, too.

    Diao Chan's hands were bound behind her with the silken violet 
ribbons which normally kept her robes closed, leaving it to gape open 
untidily. She brandished a glaring, defiant look, but it was clear to 
everyone that the threat of a painful execution was lurking behind the 
steely front. Above her, Dong Zhuo sat radiantly illuminated by a large 
mural etched into solid gold behind him. It reflected every scrap of 
surrounding light, bathing him in an sacrilegious aura.

    "After all I did for you?" the man growled, having waited for the 
festive mood to die down further to enhance the magnitude of his words. 
"I took you into the palace, satisfied your every desire, even released 
you to the mercy of the battlefield when you so requested. And this is 
how you repay me? By trying to steal my paradise?" 

    "Dong Zhuo..." she replied, brave as she dared. "You are a coward, 
and a fool! We may have failed, but one day your will pay for what you 
have done to the land!" Her voice was powerful and unwavering, but it 
stirred no one.

    "Hah, Nonsense!" the cruel dictator shot back with a wicked laugh. 
"How? There are none left to oppose me!" Indeed, the gathered soldiers 
appeared to agree wholeheartedly, giving him approving smiles. In their 
hearts, though, each knew the Lady's words to be true. There would be a 
reckoning for Dong Zhuo eventually, but it would not be tonight.

    "Bring her here!" he ordered the guards, beckoning with a meaty 
hand. They instantly obeyed, with Diao Chan struggling halfheartedly as 
she was carried up the steps to the Emperor's throne. The twins at her 
side turned away demurely, so as not to watch her messy demise, but a 
motion from Dong Zhuo's hand convinced them otherwise. "It's time to do 
something I should've done a long time ago..." he announced grimly.

    Reaching forward, he grabbed the helpless girl and spun her around 
to face his assembled guests. They silently braced themselves for the 
sight of the master's sword (appropriately named 'Horror') to at once 
protrude monstrously from the poor maiden's stomach. Instead, a sudden 
ripping sound accompanied by Diao Chan's awestruck expression made it 
painfully obvious was the real punishment was to be. Terrified, she 
tried to get away, but the quick-thinking sentries held her fast by the 
arms, causing the doomed female to hang precariously over the steps for 
a moment before being reeled back in.

    "No..." she gasped, gorgeous blue eyes glassing over in horror. 
"You wouldn't!" Her father had warned her that getting close enough to 
the loathsome scourge to assassinate him might require this sacrifice, 
and she had always been prepared in case he demanded she join him in 
bed. To have been spared the humiliation all this time, only to have it 
snatched away at the very end was...

    "Oh yes..." Dong Zhuo cackled smugly. "You've *earned* this, you 
sneaky little cunt. The shockingly abrasive choice of words made her 
flinch momentarily, but not as much as the hot flush from the nearby 
torchstands caressing her now-exposed backside. He easily parted her 
torn dress and ran his hands up underneath the pink bodice, roughly 
grasping at his prisoner's soft behind. She cringed and attempted to 
flee once again, but only managed a weak lurch which did not deter her 
forceful suitor in the least.

    "Please..." she begged piteously, searching the room for compassion 
from her former allies and finding none. "Just kill me and be done with 
it..." Her only response was another lurid chortle.

    The young dancer didn't have to suffer his foul hands shamelessly 
fondling her butt for long -- after putting up with his foul touch for 
only a little while, Dong Zhuo grew tired of his groping having no 
audience save himself. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he pulled 
hard and she plopped down right into his lap, awarded only a moment's 
reprieve before being subjected to a new humiliation. Before his prize 
could react, Dong Zhuo reached around with both arms and rent the front 
of her garment straight down the middle.

    Shrieking in embarrassment, Diao Chan tried in vain to cover her 
breasts as they popped out into view, but her captor's frighteningly 
strong grip pinned her hands to her sides until the girl realized she 
had no chance of countering his strength. Reveling in brute domination, 
Dong Zhuo brought his palms to her chest and started roughly grabbing 
the modest-sized mounds, squeezing her pink flesh with great relish.

    "Please.." she whispered with a groan, flinching as her flawless 
skin was marked red by the despot's unaffectionate paws. "Not this! You 
mustn't!"

    "Hear that, men?" he cried out in satisfaction, poking his head 
around her body to look for support from his underlings. "I think she 
likes it!" Diao Chan blushed furiously at the blatantly false remark, 
which was taken exactly the wrong way from the assembled men below, who 
answered with heartened cheers to their Lord's apparent gift with the 
ladies. This kind of thing wasn't exactly unusual in wartime. Why, most 
of them had already been to the city prison to pay homage to the 
captured Wu princess, who was likely busy taking men in each of her 
tender holes at the very moment. 

    "Don't..." Diao Chan resisted futilely, trying to shrug off Dong 
Zhuo's massive hands before letting out a piqued yelp of protest as he 
sharply pinched her pink nipples, shamelessly flaunting the reddened 
effect on each tiny projection. "Please, I beg of you!" she pled as a 
last resort, so totally broken-down as to actually expect a shred of 
decency.

    "If that's what you really want!" the lecherous tyrant at last 
replied, releasing her breasts and allowing the upset woman to hastily 
pull her tattered clothes back up. There was a fraction of a second 
when it actually crossed the humiliated general's mind that her life -- 
or at least her dignity -- would be spared. "It looks like you can't 
wait to get started!"

    "Whhh---what?" Diao Chan sputtered confusedly, not understanding 
what it meant until it was too late. Dong Zhuo forced her up into a 
standing position once more, yanking the girl's pink underwear and 
purple stockings down to her knees in one fell swoop. Sticking a hand 
between her quivering legs, he found the well-kept patch of hair above 
her demure slit and cruelly latched on to it, knowing she wouldn't dare 
try anything to risk harming that sensitive area. That gave him all the 
time he needed to sit up and lower his trousers, stroking his penis in 
a grandiose fashion. 

    Had Diao Chan been able to see it from her angle, it would likely 
have caused her to faint in pure shock. Her partner's engorged phallus 
was hideously large compared to her small, fragile aperture. There was 
a dreadful sensation from her smooth furrow as its virile tip brushed 
the chaste opening, a truly impressive feat considering how far above 
Dong Zhuo's lap she still was. The unmarred front part of her garments 
thankfully shielded the sight of Diao Chan's nether regions from the 
crowd, but that by far the least of her worries at the moment. The 
despot's formidable lance seemed nearly big enough to split her in two!

    Despairing, she made one last, heroic lunge for freedom, but this 
time Dong Zhuo didn't even need the help of his guards to restrain her. 
Firmly holding the panicked maiden by her slender hips, he only laughed 
heartily as she struggled to prevent him impaling her immaculate pussy 
on his dirty, horrid tool. From the instant Diao Chan felt the warm air 
licking invitingly at the entrance to her pristine virginity, however, 
she knew what the unfortunate end result would be.

    There was no use to pleading with him this time -- the desperate 
girl tried to free her arms, twist away, and run forwards all at the 
same time, grunting in fierce exertion as the deplorable man held her 
in place with calm, patient composure. She tired quickly, only then 
realizing that she'd fallen squarely into his hands and was now too 
vulnerable to resist as Dong Zhuo directed her spasming trunk closer to 
his erect member. To the last she fought -- ferociously scrambling to 
protect her honor even as the awful length eagerly prodded her crotch.

    Finally, there was no way for Diao Chan to buy even a second more 
of blissful innocence, and she felt the ring of muscle between her legs 
wrap sickeningly around the crown of the his bulging rod. A dull pain 
spread through her loins as he forced her onto his lap, driving his 
grotesque, fleshy spike deeper inside as she frantically tried to push 
it back out with feeble spasms of her disoriented vagina. There was one 
last sensation of something within trying to prevent him from going any 
further, but it gave way in a rush and allowed the Emperor to satiate 
his captive completely.

    Diao Chan let loose a vociferous, pleading "Aaaaahhh!" of anguish 
as her unused passage was rammed open to the very limit, shocked still 
further as Dong Zhuo simply held her, giving no chance to even adjust 
to the dizzying sensation of her most private place suddenly stretched 
and filled like she could never have imagined. It pulsed strongly in 
that cramped, wounded recess of her lower body, but still the repugnant 
dictator kept her firmly impaled on his stiff shaft, relishing as her 
purity ran down the sides in streams of crimson.

    "Heh..." he teased her brutally, reaching around underneath her 
dress to touch the spot where his flagitious spike vanished inside the 
shapely woman, causing Diao Chan's loosened slot to founder uselessly 
under the stress. "A perfect fit!" he remarked viciously, ruffling the 
thin garb which kept the spectacle hidden from view and allowing most 
of the audience to get a good, long look at the entwined lovers before 
the heartless male finished groping her. Sliding his fingers together, 
he detected a faint stickiness which could only mean that he was really 
the first to explore this so carefully-protected sanctuary. 

    She had foolishly saved herself for her beloved Lu Bu, hoping that 
once the chaos had been vanquished he would ask for what she had always 
been willing to offer -- companionship in his bed. Now, such childish 
fantasies seemed cold and distant compared to the harsh reality of her 
current situation. Diao Chan could feel her mate's repellent breath 
splash her bare shoulders, and discovered that she'd abruptly stopped 
holding up her shredded dress in order to place her hands securely on 
her thighs. Instinctively, she had known to brace her body against the 
thrusts that would soon ravage her precious slit, and Dong Zhuo didn't 
disappoint.

    Shifting her body up, he reluctantly eased the blaring pressure on 
that tender place, allowing for a brief sense of relief to graciously 
spread through Diao Chan's slender frame before promptly releasing his 
lover. Gravity did the rest -- rocketing that awful length back inside 
with barely time for her to steel herself against the shockingly abrupt 
sensation. "Uuhhhhhh..." was all she could eke out, barely managing to 
regain her voice after such an intense jolt.

    Dong Zhuo had to repeat this onerous action without any help from 
his partner, who would rather have her womanhood forcibly stripped away 
than sold for any price -- including making her defilement easier. As 
he shamelessly pumped her dainty hole, the evil man was able to enjoy 
the brief sight of Diao Chan's gorgeous chest spilling out from the 
large rip in her dress. Limply, she spared an arm to try and hold her 
tattered garments together, but soon understood it would never work. 
Added to the abominable deed itself was now the further humiliation of 
a dozen eyes raptly watching her breasts bob freely as she was raped.

    "Mwu ha ha!" her partner chided monstrously, greatly appreciative 
of the delight in having the dancer's vaginal walls squeeze his prick 
so strongly regardless of her own wishes. "So wonderful... so pure!"

    "Ahh ahh ahh..." she panted grudgingly, helpless to stop her vocal 
chords from announcing each time Dong Zhuo bottomed out. "Dooon't..." 
she implored him pathetically. "Do this..."

    The barbarous tyrant was, of course, far too wrapped up in screwing 
his disloyal whore of a subordinate to bother responding. Even as she 
sobbed hysterically and continued to bounce on the man's thick length, 
Dong Zhuo seemed concerned only with slamming his great cock between 
her closed legs that much deeper and harder. "Uhhhhhfff!" she lamented 
aloud, tears beginning to stream down her face as he impatiently shoved 
her top half forward to get a better angle for penetration. "Please... 
it... hurts..."

    Even that, though, had little effect on the Emperor. "I spare your 
life?" he bellowed angrily. "And yet all you do is complain! Want to 
see how rough I can really be?"

    "Nnn... no!" Diao Chan blurted out hurriedly, writhing weakly atop 
the despicable man as she unsuccessfully attempted to dismount before 
he agonizingly speared her sensitive twat to the hilt in punishment. 
The massive stalk vanished entirely in her nether passage and brushed 
right up against the cervix, prompting a vociferous "Unnnngh!" from the 
sensation. Dong Zhuo flipped up the rim of her dress so his goons could 
see the violated beauty penetrated as deeply as possible, smiling the 
whole time. A few gasps of astonishment came up from the crowd that 
couldn't possibly be misconstrued as feigned praise. Even from that far 
away, it had to be appallingly clear that the grotesque bulge in the 
violated beauty's belly was none other than a freakishly large phallus.

    The poor girl could only shudder decrepitly as she felt her labia 
throb, smashed between their entwined crotches and splayed open to the 
very limit. She suffered an interminable wait as the thing held fast 
for several seconds until her stuffed channel was finally allowed to 
comparatively relax. When Dong Zhuo resumed shafting her again, it was 
bearable -- almost tolerable. 

    Her last shield of honor was cast down with surprisingly little 
fanfare, and Diao Chan cursed herself for allowing him to get away with 
it. The spectators could see every minute detail of her pussy working 
to service the thick pole -- first, the gentle parting to receive his 
flesh, then a ripple along her thighs as the sensitive tunnel caressed 
and comforted every inch, and lastly the helpless way her lips clung to 
the invader to the very last almost *begging* it to return.

    Which of course, it did without delay, and for much longer than 
before the pause. Diao Chan allowed Dong Zhuo to proudly show off their 
unconsentual union, knowing he had to be dreadfully close to finishing 
and a relieving end to the nightmare. Even without any experience in 
the matter, the man's unsteady breathing and hurried, sloppy jabs into 
her aching hole could mean only one thing.

    "Ready to become a Queen?" the evil man taunted her in a scathing 
whisper, raising the most frightening spectre of depravity yet. The 
woman's heart fell completely away, replaced by a cold feeling of utter 
dread. How could she not have understood, until now... this had been 
his plan all along!

    "Not that!" the woman begged futilely, understanding with a chill 
what was about to happen. "Please, anything but that!" Dong Zhuo's cock 
shook mightily in her tight passage, making it clear he was only being 
stimulated further by her resistance to this last, ultimate subjection. 
Even knowing that, Diao Chan couldn't but begin to sob openly, using 
her last dreg of strength left to try and free herself as the slovenly 
dictator wrapped his arms tightly around her to keep from ruining the 
splendid finale.

    "Nnn... nn... noooooo!" she whimpered, but he came in her pussy 
anyway. The pair's forms were locked together so close that all Dong 
Zhuo could manage was tiny, strained lunges into his lover's cramped 
orifice, but it was enough. Diao Chan's previously unsullied womb was 
soon drenched in gobs of hot, sticky ejaculate -- the experience made 
all the more awful by the sickening feeling of his fat spike pulsing 
within to announce yet another blast of vile sperm.

    Then, as suddenly as he had taken her, the lord of Luo Yang ceased 
his eager grinding and leaving only the sound of his panting and Diao 
Chan's somber cries amidst the crackle of the torches. He kept her 
there for a time, savoring the sweetness only utter domination brought, 
before abruptly loosening his grip. She instinctively moved to escape, 
though not actually expecting him to have released her. 

    Trembling as she hurled herself forward, the rattled girl tumbled 
all the way down the carpeted stairs, landing in a heap on her hands 
and knees. She felt dirty, soiled, and as vulnerable as ever on the 
regal carpet. Dong Zhuo's men were already sizing her up excitedly, 
waiting only for permission from the master to proceed. He let out a 
sneering "tch" of disgust at Diao Chan and waved her off. She would 
never do. They could have her.

    "Go..." the conqueror remarked sanctimoniously, tucking himself 
back into his pants while waving his hand dramatically overhead. "Do 
with her as you wish..."

    "Oh God..." Diao Chan whispered, turning about to try and crawl 
away as the group of soldiers, aroused from the show their Lord had 
given, hungrily approached. She managed to get only a scant few feet 
away before Hua Xiang playfully grabbed her stocking-clad leg and 
flipped the ravished maiden over, dragging her backwards towards the 
center of the hall.

    "Not any more!" she babbled, not able to take her eyes off her own 
body as the famed general easily finished tearing apart the front of 
her dress. "Please! I'll do... anything else!" she offered desperately, 
knowing deep down one so esteemed would not settle for anything less 
than the tender vice between her legs. He was already leaning over her 
and fitting his manhood between the entrance to her slimy crack without 
showing a hint of interest in her offer. "Just don't put it in..." she 
begged one final time. "...in... uuhhh... UUUHHHHH!"

    Diao Chan was swiftly reintroduced to vigorous intercourse not a 
minute after the last thick member had vacated her dainty vee. This 
time, her assailant could see everything up close, and by the pleased 
sounds emanating from him, it was highly satisfying. As before, she 
couldn't bear to watch, but just the thought of her so-neatly trimmed 
brown curls bulging obscenely outward each time Hua Xiong's manhood 
pummeled her most private place was enough to force the hapless female 
to close both eyes in shame.

    That turned out to be a mistake, for no sooner had Diao Chan gotten 
into a laborious "ahh... ahh... ahh... OHHH!" rhythm as she was utterly 
filled than a strange, bulbous mass suddenly pressed against her mouth. 
Caught off guard, she opened up out of instinct and allowed one of the 
lesser soldiers to push his prick inside without resistance, sliding 
right past her tongue before she could muster an ounce of dissent. She 
immediately tried to pull her head away, but the man was easily able to 
overpower woman on her back. All it resulted in was a momentarily delay 
as he simply hobbled closer to re-insert his erection.

    Having to master the intricacies of oral sex was difficult enough, 
but for Diao Chan to deal with deep-throating the anonymous thug was 
doubly so. Her eyes snapped open again with an "Mmmnph!" of shock and 
the aghast girl's cheeks swelled lewdly each time his imposing length 
was energetically shoved down her inexperienced gullet. Mercifully, her 
untrained lips needed no such training to work perfectly, and in short 
order white seed was gushing into her mouth.

    With a cock crammed so far inside there, Diao Chan had no other 
choice than to greedily swallow the creamy spunk as fast as she could, 
sputtering incoherently as she endeavored to keep up before failing in 
spectacular fashion. Cum leaked out the sides of her mouth and began to 
run down her cheeks in streams, vulgarly soaking the still-unstained 
pink scarf clinging loosely around her neck. After the soldier was 
finally spent, he withdrew and wiped his tool messily over her lips 
before slinking away, leaving the assaulted woman only a few moments to 
try and get the awful taste out of her mouth ere another could impose 
the same favor.

    Before any could get close enough to copulate, however, a handful 
of the younger men pushed their way forward, unable to wait any longer. 
The veterans made room and let them waste their chance with hearty 
chuckles, knowing they were only here out of freak fortune to have 
killed some more illustrious opponent in the recent battle. Diao Chan 
didn't even see it coming.

    As soon as she turned her head back towards the ceiling, the sight 
of another anxious, shaking penis came into view. It erupted before she 
had a chance to react, shooting greasy ropes of semen across her lovely 
features without a second's hesitation. Looking away to spare herself 
the brunt of a facial, Diao Chan was greeting by another eager soldier 
jacking himself onto her face. It felt as if gallons of cum were being 
splattered freely onto her forehead and cheeks -- one was even standing 
behind her, dripping the stuff in her hair. 

    Temporarily distracted from the battering of her precious cunny, it 
was only after Hua Xiong grunted in triumph and reached forward towards 
her supple breasts that Diao Chan felt him blow his load. Letting out a 
defeated "uooohh..." of dismay as the man mauled her chest, the shapely 
female had no choice but to grant him total freedom to do as he wished 
with her body -- simply lying still as warm fluid splashed her uterus.



    Dong Zhuo smirked satisfiedly at the sight, already worked up to 
take advantage of another woman. He had pulled one of his bodyguards 
close and ran a hand up her skirt, idly shoving a fat finger into the 
girl's shaved slot as he watched his former confidant get pillaged of 
all chastity. As a rule, the sentinels' bikini bottoms were *extremely* 
skimpy and left only a thin strip of fabric to cover their privates. 
The idea was that the duty to basically leave one's labia exposed was a 
tantalizing tease for the worthy sovereign, although such subtlety was 
 lost on the current throne.

    He had her standing here, holding up her outer garment to provide 
better access with a highly embarrassed look on her face. Undoubtedly, 
the vast majority of Dong Zhuo's guest were riveted to the scene below, 
but every so often she caught an errant glance from one at what the 
lord was doing between her legs and had to look away in disgrace.

    "Now, you..." the scoundrel ordered impulsively, turning to her 
sibling as he wiped his hand on the girl's naked thigh. "Take over."

    The second bodyguard couldn't help giving him a horrified, shocked 
expression. Lucky for her, he wasn't in the sort of mood at the moment 
to execute on the grounds of mere hesitation to carry out an outlandish 
order. After swallowing the lump in her throat, she reminded herself of 
the maniacal nature of the land's current ruler and crossed in front of 
him, wrapping both arms around her sister before locking lips in the 
most passionate kiss of her life.

    Her partner was a little less willing to duel tongues with her own 
blood, but quickly relented as she found a finger -- this one far more 
gentle and kind -- slip into her moist crack. They both had a coveted 
and affluent position in the Dong Zhuo army, even if it did necessitate 
constant submission to the tyrant's every basest whim. On some days, 
they could be compelled to whore themselves out to visiting dignitaries 
just as intensely as Diao Chan was right now. When she was reminded of 
that, a little incest suddenly didn't seem all that bad.



    "Heh heh..." he lauded them with a suggestive leer, dividing his 
attention between their sapphic display and the fallen general putting 
out in the center of the royal hall. "Excellent!" While he was occupied 
directing his two servants to go at each other, the crowd had wasted no 
time in stripping Diao Chan of her remaining garments and leaving the 
despoiled maiden completely nude. She shivering defenselessly as many 
hands roughly groped her, saved only when Guo Si decided to take charge 
and rolled his former comrade over on top of him. As he began thrusting 
heartily into her dripping box, holding the damsel up by her shoulders 
so his friends could continue to manhandle her breasts, Diao Chan let 
out a limp groan of weariness.

    Taking advantage of the new position, another generic warrior snuck 
up and rammed himself unceremoniously into Diao Chan's unguarded back 
passage. Emitting a low, mournful "unghhh..." as the new phallus made 
its way deep inside her ass, the exhausted female could no longer fight 
what was happening to her. Gritting her teeth fiercely as she shut her 
eyes, the woman who was to be the bride of Lu Bu in a life now ended, 
at last accepted that the horde was going to keep on raping her until 
physically unable to any longer. The only thing that made her feel the 
slightest bit better was that she'd been able to stave off despair for 
so long -- struggling unwaveringly against the endless tide of unwanted 
sex. She'd done as much as she could, and knew only curling up inside 
herself to weather this out would prevent them from breaking her. 

    Producing an emphatic "Rrrhh!" of anguish each time her two callous 
partners bottomed out in their respective orifices, Diao Chan barely 
noticed the strategist Li Ru complacently approaching her from the 
opposite side, reaching into a hidden fold of his wide-bottomed cloak 
to retrieve a rather flaccid and frail-looking member. He seemed quite 
proud of it regardless, and nonchalantly held her chin up so he could 
insert his dick before stabbing forward vigorously. On her side, yet 
another soldier who simply could not hold it in any longer ejaculated 
sloppily onto her sweaty neck, rubbing the cream into her skin with the 
tip of his rod as he sighed in complacence.

    Held there, suspended in midair by the strong hands and cocks of 
her one-time allies, she moaned loud enough to sound like a seasoned 
harlot. The trio thrashed within her body heedlessly, not once letting 
up to abate the overload of carnal stimulus which wracked poor Diao 
Chan as she never could have imagined possible. The two fleshy pistons 
banging senseless her crotch met skillfully at the apex of each lunge, 
pressing hard against the thin membrane which separated the tortured 
girl's battered passages. Li Ru, meanwhile, calmly massaged his lover's 
cheeks as she furiously sucked on the stiffening cylinder, her moist 
cavity having no alternative than to pleasure the small protuberance 
which was continually forced inside.

    Moaning as fresh tears spilled out her eyes, Diao Chan felt the man 
plowing her butt give an uncontrolled, halting lurch. Without warning, 
several hit blasts shot into her bowels, accompanied by a throbbing 
insistence in that vestal place that she would have gladly yielded a 
dozen fucks up her pussy to halt. Fortunately, he finished quickly and 
took his member out to squirt a last few drops of white paste onto the 
small of her back. A warm, wet feeling spread lazily down her temples 
-- apparently someone else had spurted his juice into her short hair 
and now it was running down past her cheeks.

    She thought they were finished sodomizing her, but still another 
had already been waiting to take his place, though. Diao Chan cringed 
as she felt her anus expand alarmingly once more, the sensation only 
somewhat dulled by a hot feeling in the young maiden's loins as Guo Si 
unloaded a helping of semen in her gooey twat. Far away, she sensed yet 
more cum spilling down her arms and thighs -- the product of young 
soldiers expressing their thanks for the show she was putting on.



    Immensely pleased with himself, Dong Zhuo smiled at his prisoner's 
garbled "mmmnnff!" of objection to the flood of cum dribbling into her 
mouth. Things were going quite well indeed. So much so, in fact, that 
he suddenly decided for his bodyguards that they wouldn't mind jumping 
into the fray and sharing their bodies with the rest of the big, happy 
kingdom. Currently, the reserved, younger one he had been strenuously 
fingering before was still on her feet. Her self-assured sister was on 
her knees as he'd ordered, generously licking her sibling's bare crotch 
without a hint of reluctance and reaching up occasionally to fondle a 
pair of small, but pert breasts. Naturally, the standing girl had her 
head thrown back and eyes closed, trying not to reveal exactly how much 
she was enjoying the taboo liaison. Dong Zhuo knew just how to take her 
mind off it.

    "Time for you to earn your keep..." he snarled demandingly, pulling 
the older female closer to him by the clasp of her bra. She returned  
obediently to the throne and rose with humility, bowing her head to 
acquiesce to whatever demand was forthcoming. The obvious was confirmed 
as the callous leader leaned forward and began undoing her skirt in 
full view of the Imperial court. Turning her head away unpretentiously 
she casually stepped forward and allowed him access to the buttons on 
the back before feeling it drift freely down to the floor. The female 
soldier was next swiftly relieved of her panties, and before long was 
straddling Dong Zhuo as he calmly eased himself into her shaven quim.

    "And you!" he growled unpleasantly, diverting his attention to the 
younger bodyguard (who was currently trying very hard to blend into the 
background.) "Get down there and make yourself useful!"

    The elder sister threw him a look of pure revulsion, which was 
fortunately out of the man's peripheral. She could understand Diao Chan 
being forced to submit to such a grievous assault on her femininity as 
punishment for treason, but not a loyal (well, on the outside... hehe) 
servant of the Emperor on but a mere whim of fancy! Her twin was just 
as appalled by the outrageous request, eyes widening in deep resentment 
before grudgingly obliging without further question. Stepping out of 
the garments that had pooled by her feet, she glided sublimely down the 
stairs and coyly approached a nearby officer, who understood just how 
rarely the master shared his personal servants.

***

   The pool of those who hadn't a turn yet with Diao Chan was dwindling 
quickly, and she only had a few men left to service. Currently, she was 
on her side as two alternately shafted each of the young woman's nether 
orifices, resuming her more timid "uuhhhhs" of exertion now that she'd 
had a chance to get used to being doubly penetrated. To make things a 
little more interesting, the pair were taking turns grabbing her chest 
and butt -- and she knew it would only help them to finish quicker. As 
predicted, a brief, intense sensation eventually bloomed in her pelvis 
as another helping of sperm inundated her sopping womb. 

    Leaving the inseminated wench one of his buddies, who hurriedly 
pressed himself against her mouth before erupting all over the place, 
the man drifted off to the sidelines to watch his remaining comrades 
finish up. Diao Chan hadn't even noticed it was Zhang Liao fucking her, 
and for that he was grateful, for he had just performed a truly dark 
deed to maintain his allegiance.

    In the confusion of Lu Bu's revolt the night before, Zhang Liao's 
army had become separated from the main fighting forces. By the time 
they had caught up to the battle, it was clear the rebellion had been 
routed. Quick-thinking by Lu Bu's right-hand man had saved his troops' 
lives, and they quickly came about so as not to be mistaken with the 
traitors. One day, he would see to the end of Dong Zhuo, and the final 
blow which parted the wretched thing's head from its body would be for 
this fair maiden.

    After a few more onerous minutes of her butt getting pounded, Diao 
Chan emitted a grateful sigh at the sweet liberation of potent fluid 
being pumped inside her, elated to know she soon be able to rest her 
aching vagina, tired mouth, and sore behind. Overcome by the sights, 
another nameless male took it upon himself to hump her side, covering 
the young lady's flesh with sperm that drenched her stomach in gleaming 
rivulets.

    They seemed to go all out then -- the small group of lower-ranking 
men who had saved their cum to be used in actual intercourse with the 
beautiful general. A rapid succession of cocks was soon presented to 
her exhausted pussy, but she got on her back without a word, dutifully 
spreading wide for the eager suitors. What followed was a travesty of 
lovemaking as each youth tried to thrust into her for more than a few 
seconds before hitting his peak and wildly spraying cum in the tight 
passage. Their climaxes usually lasted as long as the act itself, and 
within minutes her crotch was swimming in pearly fluid, gushing copious 
amounts onto the floor after each limp penis came out. 

    Still leaking without any way to stem the flow, Diao Chan waited 
patiently for the next one, only to find that the ordeal was apparently 
over. Her muscles, which had worked tirelessly without her being aware 
of it for what seemed like hours, simply collapsed in utter relief. The 
naked dancer basked in the euphoric freedom from suffering a firm rod 
being shoved past her swollen vulva. Her suitors seemed to have had 
their fill for the moment -- at least for her. Already one of them was 
holding the cheeks of her 'replacement' as he discharged powerful wads 
of cream down her throat. The bodyguard looked pretty panicked as she 
hurriedly swallowed, not even aware that another male was waiting out 
of sight for an opportunity to get his piece into her bare slit. For a 
brief moment, Diao Chan actually felt a little indignant that even as a 
woman of her nobility, she only rated a single fuck before being cast 
aside for the next available pussy. It didn't really help dwelling on 
that, though, since the only alternative would have been to still be 
getting shafted.

    She had more pressing issues to worry about anyway. For one, her 
gorgeous body was absolutely *drenched* in revolting splatters of cum. 
It was really everywhere -- long strings in her hair which dripped 
tenaciously down her forehead, thick splotches covering her stomach and 
back, and of course the ridiculous amount of slippery ooze gushing out 
her battered twat. Rubbing her thighs together to try and find relief 
but instead only spreading it around more, she remembered vaguely 
having to grab and stroke the cocks of some of the more anxious men 
while their lucky comrades got to bed her properly. Apparently, she 
hadn't noticed them creaming in her hands during the haze of being so 
thoroughly screwed, or the onslaught of poor souls who couldn't even 
wait that long and had to jack themselves off over whatever bare spot 
of flesh they could find.

    Risking a momentary glance over at the throne, Diao Chan found the 
bodyguard's twin feigning pleasure as she thrust her hips into Dong 
Zhuo's lap over and over again, arms wrapped around the lecherous man 
so he could suck on her breasts. It didn't exactly look like the woman 
was enjoying herself, but the weary general couldn't afford to rest for 
long since another eager male was taking up the opportunity to have 
such a beautiful prize all to himself. Laying down on top of her, he 
managed to coerce one last performance of the dirty deed.

***

    It was impossible to tell how long they kept at her that night -- 
Diao Chan passed out after she started losing count of the number of 
pricks which had been shoved in every available hole. Evidently, that 
hadn't even slowed down the insatiable horde, and the violated female 
woke up feeling even more worn, exhausted, and dreadfully loose than 
before. She lifted her groggy head to get a better view of what had 
been done to her, and was surprised to pick up the now well-known 
sounds of lovemaking just a few feet over.

    Rolling over on the cold, dirty stone, Diao Chan figured she was in 
the castle prison. Her mystery cellmate, if so inclined as to introduce 
herself when she was done fucking, was currently occupied in the most 
intimate of ways. Stripped naked as well, the other girl was lying on 
her back, nether vee clearly visible as an anonymous soldier furiously 
pounded her auburn-framed slot. Like Diao Chan, the woman seemed unable 
to resist moaning out loud as she was violated, perhaps not even aware 
there was now a spectator to her liaison.

    From such a vantage point, the former general could see everything 
clearly -- from the way the unfortunate girl's opening serenely parted 
to allow the unwanted stiffness inside, to the sight of her reddened 
nether lips helplessly cushioning each impact to make it that much more 
satisfying for her rapist. Diao Chan shuddered in empathy as the woman 
clench her buttocks tightly each time he bottomed out inside her, the 
hilt of his awful manhood slapping powerfully against the tender swell 
of her labia. She could still vividly remember what it felt like to 
have a bulging rod callously poking her womb.

    The man grunted in satisfaction, causing his partner to abruptly 
change her sobbing tune. Diao Chan could actually *see* his shaft pulse 
as it spurted creamy goo into that hallowed place. The other girl let 
out alleviated groans as each thick blast of spunk soaked her uterus, 
easing down from the intense encounter with the warm feeling of rich 
semen washing her insides. When it was over, her lover stayed put a 
while longer, slamming her slick vice to wring out the last dregs of 
enjoyment until the tired female mewed sharply in protest.

    At last withdrawing, the soldier stood and began fixing himself up 
hastily, letting Diao Chan see that it was the daughter of Sun Jian he 
had been ravishing. Shang Xiang just lay there lewdly as he dressed, 
not bothering to even cover herself. Pert breasts heaving on her small 
frame as she panted in the afterglow, the defiled maiden tolerated full 
view of her reddish-brown pubic curls, which were beyond sticky and 
glistened with what looked like two days worth of sex. The matted-down 
tuft stood out flagrantly from a mixture of sweat and coital juices.

    Before the sentry departed, he peered about and spotted Diao Chan, 
raising an eye in contempt at the questionable way she'd been watching 
them go at it. Crossing over to where she was curled up, he forced open 
the beauty's legs and took a long, appreciative look at her prized box, 
snickering at the idea of a new lay to choose from next time. Leaving 
both girls alone in the cell, he firmly bolted the door behind him and 
took off for his post, whistling a jaunty tune which slowly faded away.

    "You get used to it..." Shang Xiang said, hurriedly breaking the 
tension after noticing she still had company. The Sun princess sat up 
and crawled over to the wall to prop herself up, letting both legs hang 
askew as sperm dripped obscenely out of her violated pussy. Diao Chan 
tried not to notice as the woman nonchalantly rubbed her bare belly - 
unconsciously able to sense what was surely growing there after forty 
eight hours of nearly nonstop fornicating.

    "My goodness..." the dancer spat out with shock, realizing the  
significance of the gesture.

    "You just have grit your teeth and think of something else." the 
Sun heir offered helpfully. "The first day was pretty bad, because I 
was special. Everyone wanted to 'try out' the captured princess. She 
offered a mirthless laugh. I didn't give them the chance, though. After 
we got surrounded during the battle, I ordered one of my bodyguards to 
do me." Shang Xiang let out a shy, playful smile upon revealing that, 
spreading herself wide so Diao Chan could see everything.

    "Now, they only want *this*..." she went on almost proudly, showing 
off her gaping, sopping hole. "There's hardly ever enough off-duty to 
come down and gang up on me. Maybe now that you're here, I won't be so 
busy anymore..."

    "You... can't be serious!" Diao Chan interrupted groggily, hoping 
that didn't mean what she thought it did. Dong Zhuo's parting words 
hadn't really had time to sink in, but now they were quickly becoming 
the foremost thing on her mind. Instead of being executed, she was 
going to become part of this disgusting harem?  

    "We're both going to need *tons* of practice!" Sun Ren continued 
amicably, idly inserting a finger into her creamy slit and playing with 
herself good-naturedly. "They said a barbarian king from the South is  
coming here to pay his respects to the new Emperor. Those Nanman are 
pretty big guys, if you know what I mean..." There was a dull thud from 
the other side of the room.

    "Hey, come on!" she said worriedly, paddling over to where Diao 
Chan had passed out cold. "It won't be *that* bad!"

5/5/04 - VGSS
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The Bonus Dungeon(tm):

    This story was a staight inspiration-to-paper conversation. Dynasty 
Warriors 5 had been out for four days and I'd just finished Dong Zhuo's 
mosou mode. At the end, you see the first soldier about to draw blood 
on what I'd assumed was Lu Bu's Revolt. I'd also played the Battle of 
Xia Pi that day, and noticed how low and sensual Diao Chan sounded when 
you were beating the tar out of her :) The two came together rather 
quickly, and then I was off.
    For such a long piece, I reached the end fairly quickly (less than 
ten days). Unfortunately, this was absolutely grueling to review and 
correct. I wasn't really happy with the brevity of her encounter with 
Dong Zhuo (wanted it to be much longer to counterbalance the quickness 
of her subsequent suitors). That took 95% of the time. Just a long 
serious of places where I wanted to express something, but couldn't 
figure out the best words for it. Interspacing new material into 
completed paragraphs is also frustratingly difficult :)
    The second half was proofed in a single day. I think the addition 
of the two female bodyguards was a nice touch especially given the 
expression one of them gives Dong Zhuo when he puts his arm around her 
in the CG movie. It was a little tricky to keep referring to them when 
they both nameless, identical twins, but I think I managed well.
    I really enjoyed the final scene with Sun Shang Xiang, 'cause she's 
just so bubbly and optimistic here. Much more fun to write than my old 
Dynasty Warriors 3 fic with her. I briefly considered spinning it off 
into another short story, but there really wasn't much more to tell.
    This work a little more... *intense* than some of my other NC 
stories. I usually don't use the term "rape" unless its really that, 
and this is one of those occasions. That is the tale I wanted to write, 
though. Of course that means it'll turn off a large part of the 
readers, but I'd never be happy with it if I'd compromised a story for 
that reason. You gotta write what *you* want. Otherwise, what's the 
point?
    Hopefully I'll be able to do more this month. I'm amazed at how the 
vast majority of new release happens to fall on the 2nd-6th like 
clockwork. Maybe the creative urge has a lunar rythmn? :)

Begun: 4/3/05
1st Draft: 4/12/05
Completed: 5/5/05
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