Betrayed! (Closed for YoungLisa and TigerlilyXXX)

[YoungLisa]

Betrayed! (Closed for YoungLisa and TigerlilyXX)

OOC

Name Lyayra

Age 22

From the age of 7 Lyayra has been trained by the Imperial Guard serving the Emperor Hannodean on the Planet Mryya. The planet has been at war with its neighbour Amros for over a century. The ancestors of both these people colonised the planets when their own Planet called Earth became uninhabitable many millennia ago.

The two planets shared the same orbital path round their sun but each wanted to Lord it over their neighbour and war had broken out.

As female members of the guard Lyayra and her colleague Ayze, four years her junior were athletic, strong, highly trained, disciplined and totally dedicated to the Emperor. Members of the Imperial Guard were not allowed to marry. Instead they pledged their chastity to the cause and would only be released from their pledge when the war was over.

Recently the Mryyan defences had been challenged more than once and an armed space station was placed in orbit to defend the air space from sneak attack. If the enemy took over the initiative it would be in a position to launch cobalt missiles destroying the environment of the planet. They had to be stopped.

Three weeks earlier the station had been hit by a missile fired from the enemy and was leaking oxygen into the atmosphere. Lyayra and Ayze had been assigned to take urgently needed tools to carry out the repairs. Our story begins with them just achieving orbit in their shuttle known as the ‘Ghost Class’ because of its cloaking facility.
IC

“Ghost 29 to base” Lyayra was radioing on a stealth frequency “We have achieved orbit and await your next order.” As she spoke their ship shuddered as they came under attack. “CODE 999, CODE 999 we are under attack! Our cloaking device has failed!”

On the radar Lyayra saw the incoming craft and piloted round allowing their laser torpedoes to be trained on the fighter. “FIRE!” She shouted and Ayze launched the strike with immediate effect as the first of the attackers disintegrated.

Sensing they were under further attack Lyayra radioed back “Our stealth settings have been sabotaged. The back up system is off line and the reserve fuel tank is empty. There is a traitor in our midst.”

As she spoke her communication screen was taken over by the face of an enemy commander “Five of our craft are locked on to your engine room and at my order you will be blasted to eternity. I call upon you to surrender and wait to be boarded.”

Lyayra looked across at Ayze and both stood as tall as they could. The Mryyans had never signed the interplanetary convention so they were not bound by it. The voice continued “You will both be spared if you surrender. You will be taken to our area commander for debriefing.” Both Ayze and Lyayra knew what the Mryyans did to female warriors like them and what the term ‘debriefing’ would mean.

 

[tigerlilyxx]

Ayze listened as her friend and colleague called in to base. What good was a cloaking facility that was so easy to mess with? She cursed in her head. She was calm, more or less. It was hard to really rattle her after the things she saw, but she was still worried; less for herself and more for Lyayra.

Ayze saw the fighter right as Lyayra spotted it and readied the missiles, eager to shoot on the enemy. As soon as she was able, she fired. She smiled at the missile made contact. Ayze prided herself on her aim, and when she and Lyayra got behind the equipment on a ship, they always fought well. But they were outnumbered, and there was little that could be done.

She watched as the screen blinked and the commander appeared. She listened, her face hard, heart racing in her chest as what he was saying sunk in. She stood and glanced back at Lyayra, someone she'd grown to care for like a sister. They really didn't have a choice, and although she knew what could happen if they surrendered, she also knew they'd die for sure if they didn't. She threw an apologetic glance at her and then turned back to face the man.

She didn't trust him, nor should she have, but surrendering wasn't easy for her, no matter what the most logical course of action was. Her thoughts went to the crew, wondering who had betrayed them. "What of the rest of our crew?" she asked. Her own safety concerned her least. She fought for her planet.

The face looked at her, sizing her up. She stood, refusing to be intimidated, awaiting an answer. “We do not harm women,” he responded. “But I cannot make any such claims of the men.” Harm? They must have had a very different definition for the word, if they thought what they did to women wasn’t harm.

She took a moment to consider the options, to way the possibility of getting out of this alive if they refused to surrender. She looked again to Lyayra and then finally back to the man on the screen. “Give us some time to talk to our crew.” The man laughed at her in response, shaking his head.

“Surrender or die. Those are your options.”

She took a deep breath.

“Board us,” she said, unable to say the word surrender, but giving in all the same.

 

[YoungLisa]

The enemy ship came alongside theirs and the tunnel clips were secured as the two crafts were brought together. Lyayra stepped forward and stood in the doorway beckoning Ayze to stand behind her. The commander took one look at the two women and smiled “The Imperial Guard! This is better than I ever thought possible!” He signalled to his second in command to join him. “We’ve struck gold” he said to his colleague “these women are totally dedicated to their cause they have no time for men, fun, anything. And now they are ours!”

Lyayra was really concerned for Ayze but both women knew what fate waited them “I have to inform you that under article 57 paragraph B of the convention we are all entitled to safe passage without fear of molestation …”

The commander stepped forward and said “Molestation? … Ahh you mean this” And with his right hand he cupped Lyayra’s left breast causing a shudder to surge through her body.

Never having been touched there before she was surprised at how good it felt. She stammered “You … you have no … right”

“SILENCE!” Came the response as the commander lowered his hand. “You are worried about your men?” Both women nodded “I am empowered to make you an offer, a generous offer. You two women totally surrender and we will allow your men to live unharmed in prison until we have won the war!”

Knowing what ‘total surrender meant’ Lyayra turned and looked at her friend trying to see what she thought before giving an answer.

 

[tigerlilyxx]

Ayze watched, silent now, as the enemy ship attached to theirs and the men boarded the ship. She followed Lyayra, standing tall and proud beside her, forcing herself to remain calm. She knew that Lyayra words would do nothing, mean nothing to these heathens. They lived by their own rules, if they even had any at all. It was hard to believe their ancestors were the same or that once the two planets had gotten along, but that's what was taught. She admired Lyayra's attempt though, knowing that, like herself, Lyayra was less concerned for her own well being than for her companion's.

Her muscles tensed as the man touched Lyayra and she moved reflexively to stop him. One of the men had been waiting for that, it seemed, because he grabbed her arms before she could help. She struggled to free herself, but he was stronger and bigger than she was. She snarled at him, ready to react if he made even the slightest mistake.

She listened to the man's offer. Surrender completely, and keep the crew safe. She didn't trust him to keep his word. What's more, she knew they wouldn't win the war. Those men would be prisoners either until they died or until they were rescued. The latter seemed far more unlikely than the first. Those cretins would kill or torture them before any rescue could be made. Of that, she was certain.

"No," she said, staring the man down. He was bigger than she, both in height and width, and she knew what he could do to her, how he could hurt her if she refused. She refused to show the fear that was running rampant inside of her. It didn't matter. Without something worth surrendering herself for, she would never give in that easily. She regretted her choice of surrendering the battle already and mentally kicked herself. They weren't in any better a position now than they'd been before. Death seemed almost preferable to whatever they would do to her.

"There is nothing trustworthy about the people of Amros," she continued. "We have no way of making you keep your word, and therefore you will not." She stood, wanting with every fiber in her to fight, to free herself. But that would be taken as fear. No, remaining calm, betraying no emotion, that was the better option. "You do not scare us."

 

[YoungLisa]

“There, you have your answer so I suggest you release my colleague immediately.” Looking again at Ayze she knew what she had to do if the situation became impossible.

The doors swished open and the Senior Commander entered the deck and barked at the subordinate holding Ayze. “This is no way to treat a lady. Release her at once!” The guard reluctantly released his prey and extended his right hand to his breast in salute. Turning to Lyayra he said “You have to forgive my crew. They haven’t been anywhere near a woman for two solar orbits and they forget themselves. I will see he is punished.”

Saluting Lyayra he said “I am Commander Udel Hazorum of the Defence squadron, Amros Strategic Division.”

Lyayra interrupted “How can you be the ‘Defence Squadron’? You are in our space that’s aggression by any stretch of imagination.”

“O Very witty! You are in no position to make jokes! … I will come to the point. I am under orders to deliver the two of you safely and unharmed to the Supreme Governor on Amros. And from what I see he has excellent taste!”

Lyayra swallowed hard and exchanged glances with Ayze. Both knew they would be assigned to his brothel where everything they had protected in their bodies would be ripped from them in a moment of lust. Again she tried her appeal “I must remind you of the rules governing interplanetary conflict. We are members of the Imperial guard and as such are exempt from any sexual contact until the war is over.”

“But it is over, for you two anyway. You will be taken to the brothel area, stripped of you masculine clothing and dressed as the women you will soon become. My suggestion is you both surrender to your fate.”

Lyayra decided their war really was over so she turned to Hazorum “Then I must instruct the computer to take orders from you” She turned and spoke into the computer microphone “Computer this Lyayra 123342. Begin transfer sequence DRT5545453435253376 GH …”

Her voice was interrupted by a thud as one of her men, one of her own men! He threw coolant into the jack destroying the contact. “I couldn’t let you do that, you were invoking the destruct procedure!” Both Lyayra and Ayze glared at him as he continued “Who do you think sabotaged the cloaking device?”

Lyayra was furious as she shouted “You betrayed your own people? For what?”

“First crack at you two. You have no idea how many times I’ve watched you two in training, on manoeuvres, in class. How many times I’ve gone home and relieved myself as I imagine introducing you to womanhood!”

Hazorum interrupted “You were promised first go and you will have first go. As Commander Lyayra is the eldest you can have her first. Here and now!”

The smile that bowed the traitors lips vanished almost before it was formed as Hazorum gave both him and Lyayra a sword. Hazorum laughed mockingly “You didn’t think you were going to liberate them of their innocence did you?” He laughed again “No first go means just that – you get first go at ending her life before she ends yours!” He looked at both combatants and ordered “BEGIN!”

The fight was over in a flash as Lyayra separated her opponent’s head from his body in the first swish of her sword. Before the head hit the ground, in the same movement she turned on Hazorum grabbing his torso with one hand while holding the blade to his jugular vein. “NOW!” She commanded “Get off of my ship and” she motioned to the corpse “and take that piece of shit with you!” There was no turning back now!

 

[tigerlilyxx]

For a split second, Ayze was worried about Lyayra's reaction to her words. She hadn't even looked at her before making the decision for them. But true to her usual self, Lyayra backed her up without hesitation. She looked at her, thanking her silently, before her attention was torn away by the Commander. It took all of her self control to keep from harming the man that released her.

Instead, she kept her eyes on the scene in front of her, listening, once again silent as Lyayra took control of the situation. Her eyes turned to meet Lyayra's for a moment. Worry and a hint of fear flashed in her eyes before she turned back to look at the Commander again. Lyayra was the only person Ayze had ever allowed to see the fear she kept buried in her. She wasn't sure what she was afraid of, exactly. Whether she was scared for her own well being or for Lyayra's, but she assumed it was a mixture of both. The stories of the brothel had never bothered her before. She'd never imagined she'd get captured. She pretend they were fiction, and irrelevant fiction, at that. Now, she heard the chatter of female soldiers in her head, the stories she'd been told when she was young, trying to shake her, make her lose her calm.

"The men are pigs," one woman had said, her face near Ayze's, trying to intimidate her. "And you mean nothing to them. A piece of meat. That's all you are. To be used however they see fit. If you're really good, you get one night off a week. They like it when you fight back. They get off on it. They'll do whatever they can to get a reaction out of you. And the things they can do... Nothing's off limits."

Ayze felt a shudder run up her spine at the memory, but betrayed no hint of it on her face. Lyayra tried to initiate the self destruct sequence and Ayze felt a pang of regret. She shouldn't have to do that. Ayze shouldn't have gotten them into this mess. She watched as the man stepped forward, finally, the traitor revealed himself. She sneered at him, her jaw tight, wanting nothing more than to take his head off.

“First crack at you two. You have no idea how many times I’ve watched you two in training, on manoeuvres, in class. How many times I’ve gone home and relieved myself as I imagine introducing you to womanhood!"

Another shudder ran up her spine. Is this really how men were? The men she'd dealt with had never acted like that. They'd always treated her with respect. But this one... He'd betrayed them, betrayed his planet, just to be with them.

She stepped forward, prepared to defend Lyayra if the man tried to touch her, but stopped when they were handed swords. Ayze had never seen Lyayra lose a sword fight to anyone. Giving her one was like signing their death warrants. The only thing that would have been more satisfying than the watching her colleague decapitate him, was doing it herself. But if she couldn't, this was the next best thing.

As Lyayra demanded the men off of her ship, the Commander laughed. It was cold and heartless. Why was he laughing? Did he not believe she'd go through with it? She wanted her to. Wanted to her to slice through his neck, without giving him the chance to leave.

"Killing me won't help," he told her. "You think I fear for my life?" He paused and ran his eyes slowly down Ayze's body with a look she'd never seen before, and then looked back at Lyayra. "You two will be taken, no matter what you do to me. However," he paused again, staring into Lyayra's eyes. A man came up behind Ayze, the same man as before, she assumed. Before she could react, his arm was around her, pinning her arms to her sides. His other hand moved swiftly to her neck, a blade glinting in the light.

"However," he repeated slowly. "Your friend there won't make it to the brothel if I die. She'll be taken. Here. Now. By each of my men, while you're forced to watch, helpless. And then you'll watch her die, slowly, painfully."

 

[YoungLisa]

Lyayra listened horrified at the vision her enemy had placed in her mind and this was enhanced as she watched Ayze held again but this time with a blade to her throat. “You are quite a man aren’t you?” she mocked “You know I can’t allow that to happen. But how about proving how much of a man you really are. You and I in a sword fight here and now. Not to the death, to the ‘yield’. If I win you and your men leave us. If you win Ayze and I surrender. Do we have a deal?”

Udel Hazorum laughed “Do you really think I’m that stupid? I’ve heard your reputation as the finest swordswoman in your Guard. I wouldn’t stand a chance! Why do you think I put you up against that scum? We might be enemies but I hate traitors as much as you do. The universe is better without him!”

Lyayra knew the game was up and released her grip and threw down the blade. At the same time Ayze was released and Lyayra ran to her and hugged her. Turning to Hazorum she said “I make a promise here and now. I don’t care how long it takes but one day I WILL face you again and I WILL end your life. You are a marked man, BE ON YOUR GUARD!”

Hazorum laughed “I’m trembling already! Now come with me while I take you to my ship and place you in the brig.” Reluctantly the two women followed through the entwining tunnel and arrived on the deck of the enemy ship.

“What’s that awful smell?” Lyayra asked before answering herself “O I forgot, it’s an Amrosian ship!” Quickly they were taken down to the brig and placed in cells next to each other with a glass type wall between them. Their guard locked them in and soon Hazorum was outside.

“I’ve opened the channels so you can speak to each other but you know every word will be heard.” He smiled “You are two of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. Thank the gods it will not be wasted.” He shook his head “There is a legend from the common planet that way back before the great pollution there was a City called Troy. The most beautiful women, while they were still virginal and innocent were sent to the temple of some god or another to be priestesses. When they were conquered the first thing the invaders did was to take away that burden from them. Within two old Earth hours there was not a virgin in the whole temple. It seems your Emperor demands the same innocence from you.” Lyayra and Ayze looked at each other wondering what was coming next. Hazorum continued “But we are not savages, if we were you would both have been ravaged by two hundred cocks by now. Our Supreme Governor will be gentle and understanding; he desires to make love not war as you will soon find out. By the end of your first session with him you will both be glad you are women.”

“He won’t enjoy it!” Lyayra said firmly “We’ll fight every inch of the way.”

“O you have so much to learn, I love your pure innocence. Any man loves the very thought of being a woman’s first and some even get turned on by the struggle. But that won’t be you two. By the time you have his seed inside you your bodies will be crying out for your next fucking.” Hazorum turned the lights down before leaving “Stay awake and talk if you wish but I suggest you sleep because we land tomorrow and you’ll need all your strength.” He turned to leave but stopped to say “Each of you has your own bathroom at the side of your cell and you will be brought breakfast before we land. I wish you naughty dreams. I know I’ll have some just thinking of you two.”

 

[tigerlilyxx]

Part of Ayze wanted to yell no, to tell her to kill him, to save herself. But another part was scared, no, terrified, a feeling she'd never experienced to that degree before. She didn't want what the man had just described. But she wanted to safety of her friend. She breathed a sigh of relief when the man released her and Lyayra ran to her side. She followed the men, slowly, still standing tall. It would take a lot more than that to break her.

Ayze laughed, loudly and obnoxiously, at Lyayra's joke about the smell, looking around, taking everything in. She believed they'd be able to make an escape, and she wanted to know the ship for when they did.

She listened to the man, sneering at him, feeling his eyes on her in a way that, until today, no one had ever looked at her. It wasn't the first time that day, and she knew it wouldn't be the last, but she felt dirty and disgusting. Make love. Not a chance. She'd fight the entire way through. And there was certainly know way she'd ever be happy about it. Lyayra quickly voiced her thoughts and she smiled, but the man's words caused a sinking feeling in her stomach, and brought back memories of the older soldiers words, trying to scare her, things she'd never bothered believing until today.

"Lyayra," Ayze whispered once the man left. Her voice wavered, only slightly, before she caught herself and took a calming breath. "We're going to get out of here. I promise you that."

She paused, and glanced at the bathroom. "Do you think they watch the bathrooms?" She felt disgusting, she wanted a shower, but the thought of those men watching her as she bathed made her feel worse, and she knew that if they were, she'd never feel clean again. She answered herself. "Probably are."

Slowly, she climbed into the bunk and turned to face the glass that separated them. "He's right, you know," she said. "We're going to need all of our strength tomorrow to get out of this."

 

[YoungLisa]

Lyayra thumped on the transparent door attracting the guard’s attention. “I demand I talk to Hazorum” she said with as much authority in her voice as she could muster”.

“The Commander? What do you want with him?”

“That’s between him and us, none of your business. Your duty is to get him. NOW!”

The guard knew he had to do as requested and he touched the radio on his shoulder and said something in his own language. Within two minutes the Commander appeared doing up his uniform. “I hope this is good, I was enjoying myself with one of your virgins when you interrupted me. Never mind there are more where she came from.”

Lyayra felt disgust rise in her chest as she said “I’m adding another clause to my promise. Before I kill you I’m going to watch as one of our men who prefer other men rapes your arse hole!”

“If that’s what you called me for I’ll withdraw food for a day for all captives. I’ve got one of your Women Imperial Guards ready for deflowering. I can’t keep her waiting!” Hazorum was clearly angry.

“No, I called you to remind you that Ayze and I are both officers and as such we are entitled to certain privileges. One of which is to be able to take a shower without being the objects of one of your goon’s lust.” Lyayra was trying to see how far she could go. “Your Supreme Commander whom you are going to give us to will be very interested in anything we have to say.”

Hazorum turned to the guard “There is no means of escape from the bathroom area so you must ensure our guests have their privacy.” The guard shook his head and then turned a switch and a recording of Ayze’s voice sounded:-

"Lyayra, we're going to get out of here. I promise you that. … Do you think they watch the bathrooms? … Probably are. … He's right, you know, we're going to need all of our strength tomorrow to get out of this."

Hazorum switched on a television monitor and on the screen were about a hundred of her crew, men and women. “They are on their way to be slaves to our ruling classes … apart from the female members of the Imperial Guard; they are being given as rewards to my men. But let me tell you” he stared at Ayze “Any attempt at escape will be useless. For one thing you cannot escape into the vacuum of space. And even if you did your people will be tortured to death, one for each minute you are away. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?”

Lyayra tried to keep calm as she answered “I’m going to enjoy killing you, YOU’RE MINE!”

“I’m really scared now!” Hazorum was struggling to control his rage “This time tomorrow you will both be with the harem slaves as they prepare you for womanhood. And then in nine months you will be both be mothers. Your fighting days are over.” He turned to the guard “See to it they have their privacy. I’ve got a young virgin with her engine running, I can’t keep her waiting.” He laughed as he left.

The Guard reluctantly turned the monitor which observed the bathroom off. Leering at the two women he opened his fly and revealed his erect manhood “I don’t suppose you’ve ever seen one of these before have you?”

Lyayra turned to Ayze “I have, before I joined the Guard aged seven I kept a pet mouse and he had one of them too. Only his was three times the size of that!” Embarrassed the guard grunted and put it away.

 

[tigerlilyxx]

Ayze watched as Lyayra pounded on the door, wondering what she was doing. She sat up as she demanded to see Hazorum, and watched the guard, wondering if he'd fetch him. He did, and Ayze threw her friend a curious look. She shuddered as he appeared and spoke, his words filling her with both disgust and anger. She found herself wondering who he'd raped, who he had waiting for him. Was it a friend of hers? Was it someone she'd pass and ignore? Was it someone she detested? She wasn't sure why she wondered, but she wondered anyway.

She was somewhat surprised when Lyayra demanded that they not be watched in the bathrooms. She didn't expect anything to come of it, but the man surprised her, too. He turned to his guard and barked at him. She heard her own words and her jaw set in anger. It was obvious she hadn't been planning to escape from the bathroom! Where could she possibly go? The pervert was using it as an excuse, and she fumed. Hazorum believed him, though, and turned to her. She stood, glaring at him, but said nothing. There was no response. He heard what he wanted to hear, and used it to his own advantage. She held herself steady as she felt herself begin to shake with anger.

Lyayra found a response though, and Ayze was glad. The man underestimated her and it would make watching him die at her friend's hands all the more satisfying.

"In nine months you will be mothers."

Ayze felt a sinking in the pit of her stomach. Surely he was lying. Surely they wouldn't impregnate them. What use would they be then? The thought of having an Amrosian growing inside of her filled her with more disgust than she'd ever felt. The way the men looked at her, what they wanted to do to her, she could deal with that. But this... her skin crawled. For the first time, her face showed her emotions, scrunching in utter disgust. She wanted to run to the bathroom, she needed to scrub herself clean, but she stayed where she was, not moving until he'd left them.

She turned to go wash, but looked back when she heard a noise behind her. Her face again contorted with disgust. She heard herself laugh at her friend's response and watched the guard's face, laughing even louder at his embarrassment. She looked back to Lyayra, a flicker of fear running across her face again. She'd felt more emotion in the past hour than she could ever remember feeling in her entire life, and she hated it. Part of her wanted to hide out in the bathroom, where the guard couldn't see her, couldn't leer at her, until they landed. But she figured if she tried that, they'd turn the monitor back on.

"I think I smell like an Ambrosian," she said to her friend, glancing at the bathroom. "I'm not sure there's enough water in the ship to make the stench vanish. But I plan to try."

She walked to the bathroom, closing the door behind her, and looked around. It was as simple as she'd expected it to be. Basic, outdated automated controls on everything. She found herself surprised that there actually was a shower. She'd assumed there would be, but really, she'd had no reason to actually think that. Then again, it made sense that they'd want them clean for the next day. She pulled the band from her hair, letting it fall to her shoulders. She stripped slowly, still feeling like someone was watching, and held her hand out, waiting for the water. A delayed reaction, but the shower sprung to life with a few noisy spurts before a steady stream rained down. It was cold, and she doubted it would warm up. Why allow prisoners to be comfortable?

She took a deep breath, bracing herself for the cold sting of the water, and stepped in. A sharp intake of breath as the water hit her back. She let it cover her before reaching for the soap. She stepped out of the stream as she lathered herself, fingers running over the bumps the cold caused. She looked down at herself. The Ambrosians had kept telling them how beautiful they were, but held little concept of what beauty really was. It had never mattered. She wondered what it was about her that made the men act the way they did. She was in shape, she assumed that counted for something. She'd always liked looking at the men that were in shape. But beyond that, there wasn't much she could take from what she liked and apply it to what men liked.

She rinsed the soap off and then covered herself in it again. One washing wasn't good enough. She repeated the process once more before stepping out of the stream and watching it turn off. The water was too cold to bother with her hair. She twirled it, wringing out the excess water. She looked around for something with which to dry herself, but saw nothing. She cursed quietly. She braided her hair quickly, continuing to wring out the water as she did. She stood for a moment, looking at her uniform, wondering if she should let the air dry her before redressing. She sighed and shook her head, deciding against it, not wanting to stay naked for any longer than she had to, and pulled her clothes back on before stepping back out into her cell and laying down on her bunk. She looked over at Lyayra's cell, wondering what she was doing.

 

[YoungLisa]

"I think I smell like an Amrosian … I'm not sure there's enough water in the ship to make the stench vanish. But I plan to try."

With those words Ayze disappeared into the bathroom while Lyayra got up and stood by the cell door keeping her eye on the guard ensuring he would not switch the monitor on. “I’m watching you!” she challenged “Switch that on and I WILL report you! You’ll be busted down to sewage worker before you know it.”

The guard said something on the radio and within a few minutes five other guards appeared, four men and one woman, a young girl about Ayze’s age. After formal salutes the original guard disappeared with the other four men leaving the girl.

Lyayra looked at her before saying “So it’s your turn to guard us is it?”

“It is, Kohath has gone to get his reward and left me to watch over you.” The young blonde pony tailed slim girl sat down.

“His reward? What reward?” Lyayra asked as she tried to gauge the new guard.

“O he’ll have one of your women no doubt, not one of the Imperial Guard, there aren’t many and the officers enjoy having them, but probably one of the lab technicians.”

“And you’re happy with that? You a woman happy that another woman is going through hell with that piece of scum? You are happy with that? … Er …” Lyayra was trying to get the girl’s name because she wanted to have a prisoner, guard rapport.

“Thahath” The girl replied “and I’m not here to enter into a dialogue with you on the rights and wrongs of what happens to your fellow travellers. Just be grateful their lives have been spared.”

As she spoke Ayze came out of the bathroom shivering and looked to see what Lyayra was doing. “I’m going to have my shower now” Lyayra said to her colleague “this is Thahath, she’s relieved our old guard Kohath so he can go and entwine with one of our lab technicians. I’m sure you’ll enjoy talking to her.”

With that Lyayra entered her own bathroom. Like Ayze’s it had no hot water or towel and the heating was definitely off. After untying her hair and allowing her blonde curls to cascade down Lyayra turned the shower on and stripped her uniform off followed by her bra and panties. Grabbing the soap she almost screamed as the cold water hit her body causing goose bumps to form all round. After she was finished she jumped up and down and like Ayze she put her uniform back on. Before coming out she looked up at the now dead camera above her and wondered if there was any way she could use it as a weapon but it was too high. Then she remembered Hazorum’s threat to execute prisoners if they attempted an escape and gave it up as a bad job.

Coming out she wondered what Ayze and Thahath had spoken about. She knew she and her companion needed a good sleep because the next day was going to be one of the most difficult of their lives.

 

[tigerlilyxx]

Ayze nodded as her companion spoke, and looked to the new guard. A woman. Interesting. She wondered why. She watched her friend vanish and turned back to the new woman, sizing her up. She was bigger than Ayze, but Ayze was in better shape, and she knew, if it came down to it, she could take her and win.

She took in the information she'd just been given. This woman came to relieve a fellow guard so he could have his way with one of their women? And she was okay with that? Ayze shuddered internally at the thought, but showed no signs of discomfort. "Why are you here?"

The woman sighed. She couldn't have been much older than Ayze was, probably about Lyayra's age. She wondered if they Amrosians started training as early as they had. "She just told you. I came to relieve Kohath."

Ayze knew Thahath was doing the same thing she'd done moments ago, watching her shivering form and sizing her up. She also knew that Thahath had come to a different conclusion that Ayze had. Ayze liked that. She loved be underestimated. Ayze looked at her, hard, before responding. "That's not what I was asking. Any number of guards could have taken his place. And the men seem all to eager to watch us and toy with us. So what are you here?"

Thahath glared at her, only for a moment. It was more of a flicker of her eyes, like Ayze had struck a nerve, before she recovered. But Ayze had seen it.

Ayze almost grinned. Something was off about this woman, and Ayze could tell, though she wasn't sure exactly what she was seeing. She seemed uncomfortable, like she didn't have a choice about being their guard, and like she most certainly didn't want to. But Ayze kept her face straight, like usual, the smile that she felt not even tugging at her lips, no sign of emotion.

"I volunteered," she replied, a very obvious lie. For a moment, Ayze wondered whether to call her out on this, but figured it didn't matter what she said, she wouldn't get a clear and honest response. Talking to and manipulating people was by far not her strong suit and she knew, despite the fact that she could read the woman so well, that she wouldn't get anywhere with the conversation. Instead, she filed the new information away to tell Lyayra later and see what she could make of it. She stared at her as she lay there, an awkward angle, yes, but she didn't want to take her eyes off of her. No, she decided staring her down was a much better solution. She looked away only when Lyayra came out of the bathroom, and she nodded at her as if to say, "You ready for bed?"

She felt silly after doing it. She didn't need Lyayra in order to sleep. But somehow, it felt appropriate to wait until she was ready. They were in this together. It seemed right.

 

[YoungLisa]

Lyayra could sense her friend had unnerved the young guard. She wasn’t surprised because no one could get under another person’s skin better than Ayze. She sensed Thahath felt obliged to keep looking at Ayze and while she was doing that her attention was off other issues.

How long it took for them both to go to sleep Lyayra had no idea but she and Ayze were awoken by Thahath who passed two sealed plastic type cups through the Perspex opening to each cell. “Drink up” she commanded “soon we will be landing and the Commander expects you to have had breakfast and to be ready to be transported to the harem centre ready for preparation.”

“I’d rather drink my own piss!” Lyayra barked back. “I cannot see how you, a woman, can guard us, your fellow females knowing what they intend doing to us. What kind of a person are you?”

Thahath blinked at the remark and it was obvious she had a weak spot “I don’t question my orders, I simply obey.” She looked down at her feet and up again before saying “My only allegiance is to my Supreme Governor and I live to serve this ship.”

“Very noble” Lyayra responded with sarcastic applause remembering her training in trying to build some rapport between herself and her captor “I’m expected to obey my Emperor too as is Ayze which puts us on opposite sides whereas really there’s not much difference between us. In another life we could probably be sisters. But not this one.”

Thahath tried to look stern as she said “It’s your choice, but if you don’t drink it …”

The craft was suddenly rocked by a huge vibration and the lights flickered on, off and the on again. At the same time the wailing of alarms started and an order was given over a loud speaker “ALL CREW TO BATTLE STATIONS WE ARE UNDER ATTACK!”

Thahath pulled the lever at the rear of her weapon to power up the laser “This is set to kill” she warned as she checked the monitor. As she did she heard Hazorum’s voice “BRACE YOURSELVES FOR A ROUGH LANDING!” The craft shook again and there was a feeling of intense heat as his voice continued before cutting out, interrupted by static “KILL ANY PRISONERS WHO ATTEMPT TO ESC…”

Lyayra looked across at Ayze and signalled for her to lay face down on the floor. An explosion was heard in the engine room and then the power went completely. What seemed like hours but was only minutes later there was a huge thud followed by screams and shouts of shock and pain as the craft crashed onto Amrosian soil. The heat was intense and as Lyayra got to her feet she noticed the dividing wall between herself and Ayze was breached and the doors to their cells were opened. Moving into Ayze’s cell she helped her friend up and together they stepped outside.

Thahath was struggling to get up and Lyayra disarmed her and held the gun pointed to her heart. “Go ahead, kill me …” the guard said and closed her eyes waiting for the inevitable.

“You forget” Lyayra said “we are Myyrans not Amrosians! We don’t kill defenceless enemies …” As she spoke another huge explosion rocked the craft and screams of terror were heard. Lyayra noticed the armoury behind Thahath’s head and she pushed her down as she shot the door lock. Grabbing a handful of weapons she handed some to Ayze and turned to see five Amrosian warriors rushing towards them fully armed. The girls both opened fire sending their enemies to the afterlife in a short burst of laser energy.

“We have to get out of here” Lyayra said as she blasted a hole in the side of the cell block and signalled for Ayze to follow her “And bring OUR prisoner” she said emphasising the change of status.

 

[tigerlilyxx]

Ayze had lain awake for what felt like ages. She stared at the ceiling, wondering what was in store for her and her companion. Her faith that they'd manage to escape was dwindling, and she knew they wouldn't be rescued. Even if they did escape, where would they go? They'd be stuck on Amros. Thoughts and fears raced through her head. Before sleep was the only time these thoughts could occur, when she was trying to clear her mind and drift off.

She did, eventually, sleep, only to be awoken by the guard. She turned to look at her, and stood slowly, not moving to her. She wasn't about to drink whatever they offered her. Lyayra voiced her thoughts and she smiled internally. Such was their relationship.

She listened in silence to their conversation, noting the woman's reactions to her friend's words, the changes in her inflection, the subtle shifts in her body language. For a moment, she wondered if the men treated her the way they wanted to treat Lyayra and herself, but the moment passed. They couldn't be that barbaric, could they?

And then the lights flickers. The sirens blared. She looked to Lyayra before dropping to the floor, hands protecting her head. She was back on her feet before long, with help from her friend, taking only a moment to balance herself on the rocking ship. They moved together, like they'd been trained, and Ayze assessed the situation silently, quickly, eyes darting , everywhere, taking in everything she could and committing it to memory.

It wasn't much of a fight as Lyayra took the guard's gun and turned the tables. She almost fell as the ship rocked again, but balanced herself just in time, moving closer to her companion. She grabbed all she could carry as it was handed to her, tucking a few weapons away for later use. She turned as she heard the guards approach, and opened fire, taking one, then another out with practiced ease. They'd barely fired three shots before she and Lyayra had dealt with them.

She turned, forced Thahath to her feet, and nudged her with her gun, forcing her to follow Lyayra. "Don't think for a moment you'll see mercy from me," she told her, jaw tight, anger obvious in her voice. "You were going to throw us to the dogs." She paused, eyes narrowing. "Even though you know exactly what those dogs are capable of."

She watched the woman's reaction with satisfaction. She'd been right. The Amrosians were that barbaric. "If you have any interest in surviving this, you won't give me a single excuse. Just one, that's all I need. Lyayra's kinder than I. Immediate death is too good for you. I will make you wish you were back here, with those Amrosian pigs. And I will enjoy every second of it." She was convincing, regardless of the truth behind her words. Although, she felt there was some. She did want this woman to die. And she felt ashamed of the fact. Enjoying torturing her, though? That was a stretch. It didn't matter. The woman believed her, and followed Lyayra with less resistance.

 

[YoungLisa]

Lyayra smiled inwardly as she heard Ayze torment the young Amrosian but she knew her colleague had a very valid point. They were now on the enemy planet and while the Amrosians were known to be good at dishing out torture they didn’t like receiving it. Mryyan culture had long ago rejected it but here and now any weapon would be used and if Ayze could instil fear in their prisoner then so much the better.

“Just be grateful I survived the crash” Lyayra said softly “and pray to your gods and ours I continue to live because if I die you will be the prisoner of Ayze. And I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy”. Seeing the near hysterical fear in Thahath’s eyes she knew she would have little resistance from their prisoner.

The three women managed to get as far away from the stricken craft as possible knowing it would not be long before the unstable state would result in a violent explosion followed by fire. From inside the ship came cries of fear, pain and death as the sound of laser fire came from within. “Those bastards are doomed! And yet they are still killing our people” Lyayra said to Ayze. “I feel like a …” She was going to say ‘traitor’ but the word didn’t form. The air was sucked out of all three girl’s lungs as the craft imploded before exploding in fire, heat and molten metal.

Lyayra turned to see a small group of about seven Amrosians staggering out of the one area of the ship untouched by the explosion pulling some Mryyan women with them. Lining them up it was clear they had decided on summary executions. Without thinking of their own safety both Lyayra and Ayze aimed their weapons and killed the would be assassins in a short burst of fire. The rescued prisoners tried to run to their colleagues but another explosion meant there were no more Mryyan survivors left. “We need to get away from here as soon as we can” Lyayra said softly “there is bound to be a rescue attempt launched and we will be discovered.”

Over the next four days the two Myyrans and their Amrosian prisoner made their way north to the open forest hoping somehow to escape. Above the crash site low flying air ships scanned the area looking for Amrosian survivors and possible escaped Mryyans but they managed to escape detection until the fifth night. That night Lyayra went looking for food and came face to face with a familiar Amrosian “The gods must have seen my efforts and have rewarded me with you!” She half turned when her worst fears were confirmed. There in front of her stood Udel Hazorum accompanied by six other heavily armed men. “Where’s your colleague?” he demanded.

“DEAD!” Lyayra lied “I’m the last survivor!”

Udel Hazorum laughed, “Well the gods really are on my side! I’ve reported you ‘Dead’ so I no longer have to hand you over to the Supreme Governor. You’re MINE! And after I’ve had you I’ll turn you over to my men.

Before he could finish speaking he was interrupted by one of his patrol “Look what I’ve found Sir!” Lyayra turned to see her friend with her arms in the air and Thahath walking behind her with gun pointing at her head too.

“O what have we here?” Hazorum demanded as he turned his eyes to Thahath “You were the guard, how comes these two are still alive?” Lyayra tried to tell Hazorum she had overpowered the guard but he was having none of it “SILENCE!” He thought for a moment and then said slowly to his second in command “Take Guard Thahath to the cave halfway up the hill and give her to the men. Then in the morning kill her!”

Thahath screamed at the top of her voice as she was dragged away and at that moment Lyayra realised she still had a weapon about her person. In one move she withdrew it, fired and killed Thahath instantly before throwing the gun down. Looking at Hazorum in defiance she said “I wouldn’t even wish that on my enemy!”

Hazorum’s eyes blazed as turned to the defiant Mryyan “You’ve just signed your own rape warrants. All I’ve got to decide is which of you I have first!”

 

[tigerlilyxx]

So much happened so quickly, but to Ayze, it seemed to take forever. She took everything in, just in case she'd need knowledge later. She stayed quiet, listened to her surroundings, and let her friend and colleague lead them. It was what she was used to, and what she preferred. She listened to her friend talk about their actions, wishing she too could go back and rescue anyone they could find. But they knew better. They had no choice. She smiled internally as she saw her fellow Mryyan's and then stood still. Unlike Lyayra, she'd noticed her own kind first, and then the Amrosians. Without hesitation or discussion, she and Lyayra shot and killed their enemies. She motioned for the women to join them, but it wasn't an option. Next thing she knew, they were dead.

So they left. Her heart was heavy, leaving all those people behind, but there was no other option. They had to get free. The next four days were log, and felt even longer. They slept little, an tried to make as much progress as possible. They were on a strange planet, and found themselves relying on Thahath's knowledge. Anything she refused to eat first, they stayed away from. They kept to the bushes, utilizing all of their training to avoid detection. And it worked. Until the night Lyayra went off on her own. Ayze had stayed behind with Thahath. They'd learned enough about what was edible and how to stay hidden that Ayze hadn't worried, she'd let her guard down. But when she heard a twig snap behind her she spun, eyes wide, hand moving to her weapon. Too late. She was face to face with a weapon, and Thahath grabbed her own, holding it to her. Ayze glared, analyzing the situation, and lifted her hands to the air, seeing no other option.

The guard smiled, licked his lips in the most creepy way Ayze could imagine, and looked her over. "Oh, this is just too good to be true." He paused and leered. "Walk!" He ordered. She obeyed, slowly, looking for her opportunity to get free. But when she saw her friend surrounded by the men they'd escaped, Hazorum standing in front, her heart sank. "No," she gasped. And the grin on his face grew as the guard spoke up, and he saw her. And then he turned on Thahath, Lyayra jumped to her defense, but it didn't help. Just as Ayze had suspected, Thahath was fully under the control of men, and when he ordered her to be taken, raped, and killed, she didn't even speak a word of protest. Ayze was thankful when Lyayra shot her. Hers had been a fate worse than death.

“You’ve just signed your own rape warrants. All I’ve got to decide is which of you I have first!”

Ayze stared at him, and stepped forward. She wasn't going to let Lyayra be the one he took. "You're nothing," she spat at him, hate filling her voice. "You're less than nothing, you Ambrosian pig. I can't wait until the day you die, I shall find your grave and dance." She watched his reactions, how each thing she said affected him, catering her words to hurt him the most. "These men for respect you, no one does." Bingo. His reaction was minuscule, but she caught it. "But you already knew that, didn't you? Every night you go to sleep, you worry you won't wake up, that these men will slit your throat." Another reaction, she changed course slightly. "You don't sleep. Not much. Little bits at a time, not letting the men know when you're awake and when you're not. You know these men hate you, they want your blood for what you've put them through," she paused again, watching him seethe. "And you'll lose, Hazorum. You'll lose one night, just when you think you're safe, you'll die." She let a smile appear on her face. "That makes me sad, Hazorum," she told him. "I wanted Layayra to be the one to kill you. I really did. But knowing it'll be one of your own, that will satisfy me. And I will dance."

For the first time in a very long time, Ayze was surprised. She expected him to grab her, to punish her for her words. But he stepped forward and grabbed her friend instead, pulling a knife and spinning her around to face Ayze as he brought the blade to her throat. It slid down, instead, his free arm wrapping around her throat to keep her from fighting, and the blade sliced through the cloth of her uniform. Ayze let out a cry of protest and stepped forward, but two guards grabbed her and held her, forcing her to watch and the man cut the clothes off of her friend and exposed her body. She saw the fear in Lyayra's eyes. This wasn't supposed to happen. She watched him press himself up against her and she felt sick. There was nothing she could do. She'd done this to her. Her eyes apologized to her colleague as she struggled against the grip of the guards. "Take me instead."

Hazorum looked at her and smiled. "No. You're going to watch me defile your friend. You're going to watch the fear in her eyes turn to pleasure as I show her what it means to be a woman, listen to her beg for more. And then you'll get your turn. As will each of my men. Your bodies are ours."

 

[YoungLisa]

Lyayra struggled against Hazorum’s grip and she glared at Ayze for trying to save her from her fate. As her commander she would have been expected to surrender herself to protect her colleague. Instead she heard her friend trying to draw the fire onto herself, trying to wind their captor up.

She was about to interrupt, to order Ayze to be quiet when the situation was taken out of her hands. Hazorum grabbed her and in what was obviously a practiced movement cut the Commander’s Uniform from her body leaving her as naked as the day she was born. Sudden fear gripped her as she realised her place in the Imperial Guard was about to end. The one requisite for membership of the inner guard was virginity and soon very soon it was to be wrenched from her in front of her colleague and then she would have to watch Ayze be publicly deflowered.

Ayze cried out “Take me instead” but before Lyayra could even respond Hazorum explained what was going to happen to them, both of them! Lyayra had to think quickly if she was to save her friend and herself from being impregnated by these monsters. Hazorum’s hands left her for about five seconds and in that time he had stripped off allowing his rigid manhood to spring free already dripping with a clear liquid. She heard Ayze gasp and knew that she, like herself, had never seen the like before.

Lyayra said quickly “I thought it would be bigger than that!” She heard Ayze snigger and continued with the mockery “Did I ever tell you Ayze that when I was seven years old I was given a baby hamster for my birthday? I swear his little bit was bigger than that!” Her teasing had the desired effect because Hazorum’s men laughed making his anger rise. Lyayra continued “But what do you expect? Little men have little willies. I’ve nothing to fear, that one won’t even touch my hymen.” As the laughter continued she said “Why should I fear a man who doesn’t even have the guts to face me in single combat? After all I’m just a slip of a girl” with those words she sucked her thumb baby like and pouted at Hazorum.

There was a murmur in the camp and laughter as Hazorum struck back “You’ll pay for that! I promise you! You WILL pay for that humiliation!” Lyayra mockingly moved her knees in and out in pretend terror. She was very much in charge of the situation and Hazorum knew it.

Hazorum turned to his second in command and pointing to Ayze shouted “KILL HER!”

As the Lieutenant raised his gun Lyayra shouted out “NO! PLEASE! NO!” Seeing the hand about to squeeze the trigger she cried “I’ll do anything. ANYTHING!”

Hazorum raised his hand ordering the execution to stop “Then you will not resist as I transform you into a woman?” Lyayra hesitated so Hazorum shouted “WILL YOU?” Pulling Lyayra to him he embraced her in a passionate kiss that sent strange feelings shooting through her body. His right hand cupped her left breast going where no hand had ever been before and she felt her nipple leap as a strange sensation rippled through her body sending a tingling lust to her nether region. Then came the order “Meet you conqueror” as Hazorum pushed Lyayra to her knees and forcing her lips against his cock.

Lyayra felt a sudden urge to open her mouth, to explore but the decision was taken from her as Hazorum pulled her head forward using her hair until her lips were against the snout. “Kiss it” he commanded “lick it, get to know it but if you bite your friend is immediately gang raped. Lyayra heard a noise and saw two of Hazorum’s men were so excited they were playing with their own cocks. As one of them came Lyayra watched him shoot his seed onto the ground. “I’m glad you saw that, because it will be like that for you when I cum inside you and plant my child.” Lyayra heard Ayze gasp and felt herself tremble. What disgusted her most about herself in this situation was that she was not only trembling through fear. In resignation to her fate she gently opened her mouth and allowed Hazorum’s cock access.

 

[tigerlilyxx]

Ayze had never seen a penis before, and she couldn't help but gasp as his appeared. She shuddered at the thought of what he was going to do with that, and feared for both of them. The Imperial Guard was their lives. Soon, they'd have nothing to return to, nothing to be rescued for. The thought hit her, hard, and she felt sick in her stomach. She wanted to tell- no, to beg- him to stop. She'd never felt quite so powerless in her life.

Why was Lyayra taunting him? Ayze knew the answer, instinctively, but she still wished she weren't. She knew that was just who Lyayra was, but sometimes, especially in that moment, Ayze wished Lyayra knew when to be quiet. The attention was already on her. It wasn't going to draw his wrath away from Ayze, it was only going to make Lyayra's situation worse. Still, she couldn't stifle the quiet laughter that the words brought.

The reason for the mocking became clear. She was trying to get him to prove himself, to change the scenario and make him prove how much of a man he was. Ayze knew it wouldn't work, but she understood Lyayra's motives, now.

And then the orders came for her own death. Her body tensed, not froze, and prepared for a fight. If she was going to die, she was going to take as many men with her as she could. The gun was raised, and just as she was about to make a move, Lyayra cried out. Ayze turned to look at her, her eyes begging her to stop, not to give in. Lyayra didn't listen, and instead promised her obedience.

She watched in horror as her kissed her, groped her, and forced her to her knees. She wanted to look away, but she couldn't. Her eyes were glued until the same noise that Lyayra heard caught her attention. She turned just in time to see one man orgasm, and she blushed. This was too much for her. This wasn't right. Her body didn't know how to react. Her eyes went back to Lyayra, and she listened to Hazorum's words.

As Lyayra's mouth opened, Hazorum tightened his grip on her hair and pulled her mouth onto him, groaning as he did. Her moved her head, putting more and more of him into her mouth until his entire length disappeared inside of her. He held her there and looked at Ayze, eyes locking for a moment, as if to say, "You're next." He then looked back down at the woman on his cock, and grinned as she tried to pull herself off, tried to breathe. Finally, slowly, he pulled her mouth from his cock, and tugged on her hair forcefully, forcing her to look up at him. "And that's me being gentle," he told her, staring back down into her eyes.

Before she could respond, he forced her mouth back onto him. "Use your tongue," he told her as he moved her. Ayze could hear noises coming from the men around them, and she shuddered. This wasn't supposed to happen, and it shouldn't have been a show. And there was nothing Ayze could do. So she watched and hoped it would end there, that he'd grow tired of them for some reason.

When he was satisfied with her mouth, Hazorum yanked her off of him and threw her to the ground by her hair. He was soon on her, pinning her arms to the ground, his body keeping the rest of her from moving. "Are you ready, you whore?" And then an idea came to him, and he smiled. "Beg me," he told her. "Beg me to take your virginity, or your friend dies."

 

[YoungLisa]

The humiliation was getting worse and worse as Lyayra knew her friend, her sister in the Imperial Guard was watching and no doubt aware that what was happening to her was to be Ayze’s fate too. Why did men always believe it was their right to ravish the vanquished? She knew in a one on one fight she would take Hazorum but she wasn’t going to be given that opportunity. Instead she and Ayze were going to be raped and everything they held dear was going to be taken from them.

What concerned Lyayra even more than any of that was the response of her own body. Like any girl she had heard tales in her early teens about what ‘it’ was like, what happened, how it felt. But she like Ayze had been chosen because of their athletic skill, strong minds and self discipline to serve the Emperor until their dying day. They would receive honours, preferment, promotion and be members of a sisterhood almost older than time itself. But the one requisite was chastity, nothing could interfere with that and if it did it meant instant dismissal from the Guard. Of course the odd sexual thought came into her head but she had been trained to instantly dismiss it and discipline her mind by punishing her body by taking a run, a swim, anything that would keep her thoughts clear. But now, faced by the consequences of her first ever defeat she found herself curious. Her body was doing strange thing, things she had only heard about in the playground. And it disturbed her.

Suddenly conscious of these emotions she heard Hazorum say “And that was me being gentle.” She heard his command “Use you tongue” and thought she was going to choke to death as this monster claimed more and more of her mouth. She dreaded what would happen when her conqueror exploded in her mouth but she was spared that humiliation for the moment. Suddenly she felt her hair being pulled and she was thrown to the ground on her back. She was pinned to the ground and she felt Hazorum on top of her with that monster manhood pressing against her naval causing strange feelings in her nipples and ‘down there’. “Are you ready, you whore?" Hazorum shouted. Lyayra was about to respond by saying he knew she was no whore when Hazorum’s tact changed. “Beg me! Beg me to take your virginity or your friend dies!”

For a moment Lyayra hesitated. She had already killed Thahath to save her from a fate worse than death and now maybe, just maybe she could save her friend from the humiliation she was going through. At least a dead Ayze could not be raped and forced to commit unknown acts. She was about to refuse when she heard one of the mob cry out “Don’t waste her Sir, if she is going to die at least let us have some fun first!” Mocking lustful laughter ensued and one soldier approached Ayze and pouted before cupping her left breast with his right hand.

“Good idea!” Hazorum replied before turning to Lyayra “We won’t need to waste ammunition on your slut of a friend. She’ll be shagged to death by two hundred Amrosian cocks. We’ll hold a ballot for who goes first. … Unless of course you beg me. What’s it to be?”

Realising she had lost Lyayra sobbed “OK … you … you win. … T … Take my virginity.” She took a breath and added “Please”. And she braced herself for the inevitable.

 

[tigerlilyxx]

Ayze shuddered as the man yelled out an alternative to her death. And then a man stepped up to her. She struggled against the men that held her, trying to stop this man from touching her, but it didn't matter. His hand fondled her breast. She, like Lyayra, found her body betraying her at this action. No one had ever touched her like that before, and it seemed her body liked it. "You'll be the first I kill," she growled at him. He laughed at her.

Hazorum agreed, and his words terrified her. She found herself wanting her friend to beg, to do as she was told, and she hated herself for it. She tried to speak out, to tell her not to do it, that Ayze would take whatever they dealt her, but she didn't get a chance. She heard her friend speak, somehow managing the words. For a moment, she wondered if Hazorum would be satisfied with it.

Hazorum grinned, he knew that was all she could manage at the moment. He reached down, running a finger over her slit, and his grin widened. "You're wet," he told her. He moved his hand and lined himself up, looking into her eyes as he spoke. "As you wish," he said before plunging into her. He felt the resistance of her hymen for only a moment before it gave way and his length slid into her. He held himself there for a moment, enjoying the tightness of her virgin cunt. And then he pulled back, sliding himself partially out before ramming back in. He listened to her cries, knowing she was in pain, and didn't care. His eyes stared into hers so he could see her reactions, her fear and the enjoyment he knew would come. Her words meant nothing to him. Her body was showing him that she enjoyed it.

Ayze heard her reactions, heard her cry out, and struggled again. She wanted to help. Wished she were in her place. Watching and listening to this was too much for her to take. She struggled harder than she had before, and another guard stepped up to help hold her. She spat at him as he did. How could they be enjoying this? Disgusting pigs.

Hazorum continued to move in Lyayra, slowly at first until he found a good rhythm, before picking up the pace, slamming into her. Her comfort was none of his concern. His hand moved to toy with her breast, fingers pinching and pulling at her nipple.

 

[YoungLisa]

Lyayra felt Hazorum place his finger along the entrance to her sex and something deep inside her wanted him, craved for him to continue. As a member of the Imperial Guard she, like Ayze had been kept so pure that nothing was allowed anywhere near that entrance. Even when she had her periods she had to use the old fashioned towels instead of tampons. Their strength was in their sisterhood and the glue that held that sisterhood together was their purity, their innocence. Now, for the very first time something was violating the sacred place and to her horror her body seemed to be enjoying it.

Hazorum knew this too because he cried out “You’re wet!” In embarrassment and horror Lyayra glanced across to Ayze ashamed that her friend knew that somehow she was enjoying it. Then Hazorum uttered the reply “As you wish”. She felt his finger replaced by something hard yet with a feel of kid leather and it was trying to gain access. Lyayra knew what this was but to her total horror she found her body arching slightly to give easier access. Suddenly she heard a grunt from her conqueror as he slid forward. She felt him bump against her hymen and cried out as it stretched before snapping allowing Hazorum’s cock free access. The searing pain was intense and as she screamed the men surrounding her cheered as they knew their leader had deflowered one of their enemies. For a moment Hazorum stayed almost frozen to feel the tightness and Lyayra knew her days as an Imperial Guard were over as she felt a warm liquid drip from her opening and she knew it was blood.

Gradually Hazorum began to move and picked up pace as each stroke brought more pain and discomfort to his victim. But slowly the sharp pain became dull before being replaced by an ache and finally a feeling she had never felt before, she was beginning to feel some desire, a pleasure, a lustful craving was building within her. She felt herself wanting this to happen, but not wanting the consequences “please …” she whispered in a lustful groan, “Please … don’t explode inside me. I don’t … I don’t want a baby.”

Hazorum didn’t care; in fact he loved the power, the thought that he had the chance to plant his seed in this young fertile womb. He reached out and gently caressed Lyayra’s breast hardening the nipple and causing even more lust to tease his victim. This was the final straw as Lyayra’s muscles clamped on to Hazorum’s shaft and she found herself arching upwards in lust as her first ever orgasm engulfed her being. Crying out she felt an electric shock surge through her being as a tsunami of love juice flooded down bathing Hazorum’s cock in its tide. She felt his manhood twitch as he grunted and before Lyayra could beg for mercy she felt him erupt deep inside her shooting wave after wave of virile seed into her channel possessing her womb.

How long this lasted Lyayra had no idea but eventually they came to a halt and she became aware of her surroundings again. First the men and their course songs and shouts and then she noticed Ayze and made eye contact with her. She mouthed the words “I’m sorry” just as Hazorum slid from her.

Standing up he pointed to Ayze and teased “Your child and Lyayra’s baby will be half brothers”. He laughed before giving the order “Bring her to me in an hour and I’ll make her pregnant too.” He laughed as he saw Lyayra’s horror and teased saying “Don’t worry, you’ll be cleaned up, and after I’ve finished with your friend we’ll have some more fun.”

Lyayra was horrified, not because of the threat but because she was looking forward to it.

 

[tigerlilyxx]

Ayze watched in horror as everything happened, not knowing how to react, her body reacting in ways she didn't want it to. And then it was over. She stared at her friend, trying to keep her face blank, but almost certain the fear in her expression showed. As her friend apologized, she shook her head. There was nothing to apologize for. This wasn't her fault.

“Bring her to me in an hour and I’ll make her pregnant too.”

Her head jerked in his direction, breaking her eye contact with her friend at his words. Why? Why was he going to give her an hour to suffer, to fear what was coming? It was crueler than the alternative. But then her fighting spirit came back. All of her training, too. She realized he was giving her more time to find an escape. Maybe she could still be saved, still be in the guard. She looked in sadness again at her friend, knowing her time with the guard was over.

"Take them away," Hazorum told his guards. Where on earth was there to take them, anyway? She shuddered as her friend was brought by her side, still naked, and glared at a man.

"Give her clothes!" She ordered. No one listened. The men laughed, instead. She tried, again, to shake off the men that held her, but she had no success. She looked around, taking in her surroundings, trying to figure out an escape. At least Lyayra would be allowed home, she'd be able to have some sort of life if they got free. Maybe not the life she wanted, and not a life with Ayze, but a life, nonetheless. A reason to escape. Maybe she wasn't pregnant. From what Ayze knew, it didn't always happen. Maybe she was safe, and she really did have a shot at a life.

"Where are you taking us?" She asked. She could see the men eyeing Lyayra, but not her. No, she was still being saved for Hazorum, but Lyayra, she'd already been broken. She tensed as she walked, she'd break free, somehow, if they tried to get to her. She'd dealt with enough. She didn't need these men on her, too. "I'm sorry," she whispered to her. Somehow, she felt like this was all her fault; like she hadn't done enough to save her friend. She could have fought harder, anticipated more, used different words. She shouldn't have surrendered back on the ship. This, really, was all of her fault. And her friend had had to pay the price. It wasn't fair.

 

[YoungLisa]

Lyayra was confused when she heard Ayze say she was sorry, this wasn’t her fault any more than it was Lyayra’s. As she moved she felt something trickle from her inner sanctum and looking down saw it was watery blood and small drops of her rapist’s seed. Noticing the fear in Ayze’s eyes had turned to anger Lyayra tried to use it as a fuel to somehow save her friend. “We will get free” she whispered before being struck round the face by one of the guards. Looking at him she sneered “What a brave man you are. Hitting a woman who is in chains and cannot fight back!”

“You’re cursing us” the guard exclaimed.

“No I’m not; I was just thinking what a coward you are. You wouldn’t dare face me in one on one because you know there would only be one outcome, your death!”

Ignoring the challenge the guard continued “You cursed us!”

“No I didn’t” Lyayra replied with a challenge in her voice “but I will now. YOU’RE A FUCKING CUNT!” She shouted and was immediately struck again in the face causing blood to flow from her right nostril.

Noticing the keys to the chain were attached to her assailant’s belt Lyayra signalled what she saw by making an eye gesture to Ayze. As she did she kicked out with her foot knocking the rather overweight man to the ground. But any hope of escape ended before it even began as the disturbance alerted Hazorum who came rushing in with his companions. Pulling the embarrassed guard to his feet Hazorum barked “You’re relieved of your duties. Go and clean the latrines!” Turning to the women he said “I apologise for my guard, he will be punished for damaging my property.”

“YOUR PROPERTY?” Lyayra shouted “I’M NOT YOUR FUCKING PROPERTY!”

Hazorum just laughed and turned his attention to Ayze. Pulling her to her feet he put his lips next to her left ear and whispered “You won’t have to wait long now. I’m actually taking you to bed; I’m not fucking you on the ground like I fucked your commander.” He hesitated for a moment before grinning and gesturing to Lyayra “Has she told you how much she enjoyed it?” He gently cupped Ayze’s left breast with his right hand and felt the nipple harden slightly to his touch. “O I think she won’t need to, I can see you’re already excited.” Again leaning in close he said “Any biting, scratching (except in lust) or any attempt to escape and your commander will be gang raped and then murdered.” Taking a key he undid Ayze’s chains and added “you won’t need this because your loyalty to your companion is too strong.”

Dragging his prey into his quarters which comprised of a tent and a metal back room Hazorum ordered that he be not disturbed. Turning Ayze so her back was to the bed Hazorum took his top tunic off followed by his breeches and his huge manhood sprang forth. Noticing Ayze’s eyes narrow he said teasingly “Meet your conqueror!” Walking straight up to face Ayze eyes to eyes he whispered “Remember, any harm comes to me and your commander gets gang raped”. Not even allowing Ayze to answer he pulled her into a long passionate kiss allowing his bare chest to tease her nipples as his manhood pressed against her legs.

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Back in the holding cave Lyayra was brought some water, some cooked meat and a change of clothes. A new guard teased her “I hope your colleague resists and bites and scratches because that means we get to have you.” He looked at the food “I suggest you eat it because you are going to need your strength.

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In Hazorum’s quarters Hazorum asked a question “Is it true you are all virgins?” No answer. “Is it true nothing, not even a tampon is allowed to touch you down there?” He shook his head when he received no reply. “I know Lyayra was totally untouched until I changed all that but I don’t believe both of you were innocent.”

Turning he dragged his victim to the bed and threw her down on her back. Joining her on the bed he laughed as he said “But there is only one way to find out”. With those words he placed the middle finger of his right hand against Ayze’s slit and chuckled again “If you’re telling the truth then nothing has ever been inside there … until now!” As he spoke he pushed in half a centimetre and exclaimed “My you do feel tight, you ARE a virgin … what’s this? … You are just becoming wet! Is … is that nice? Does it feel good?”