The Golden Horde ( presently closed for Anachron and myself)

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It was a small peaceful village where she was born, her parents merchants from the west and part Danish had settled in the vastness of the lands of the Turks. Her mother named her Haven for she was a graceful child that grew to be a beauty beyond compare.

Haven was off from her village gathering berries and roots to plan the harvest moon that was slowly coming. She basked in her simple silk frock that revealed the woman beneath the childish garments.

Haven wandered further then normal to gather the large blackberries for her treat. Haven wanted to appeal to the cheiftain's son as he seemed that most handsome in her eyes.

Yet the sun was sinking and she knew that she must return to the village, she didn't even notice how quiet the woods became on her trek back to the village. Haven's light blonde hair seemed to glow in the pale moonlight that guided her bare feet back to her home. There was something amiss as she came closer, the children weren't playing loudly in the firelight and the watcher wasn't by the tree.. she wondered if he snuck off with ajana.

 

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The eerie quiet persisted. But, as Haven was less than a minute from finding out, the village was not as empty as it appeared.

In fact, most of the inhabitants of the village had ran away--those who survived, anyway. The Sun Riders band, which ranked somewhere between riders in the service of Genghis Khan, and mercenaries, had taken the village completely by surprise. In a way, that had been best for the village, because there was no way it would have been a match for the Sun Riders: 32 horse, all cavalrymen of no less than five years' battle experience, able to use archery and the battle-axe with equally deadly acumen.

The Sun Riders had little use for slaves. Slaves were for the settled, for the weak. So men were usually chased away. But females...well, even those were rarely kept for long, but as they were considered part of the spoils of the raiding life, they were apt to be taken advantage of. Sometimes forcefully.

Haven was spotted by two Riders, who quietly urged their mounts into place behind the woman. In a moment, they would gallop and spirit her away.

 

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SNAP

Haven froze as the noise bit into the chill, her eyes widened as she softly called back "K'jel?"

Something about the silence scared her and she started to run, clutching the basket to her chest as she ran, her shawl dropping and making her hair fly behind her lilthe form.

She was a prize beyond spoils as her unnatural hair color was noticed by others as she darted amid the trees atempting to ellude her followers.

"FATHER!!!!!!!!!!!!" She screamed as her body was caught in a capture net.

The rider beemed at his luck of catching her in a first throw but what he didn't expect when he dropped down to bind her hands was that she would bash a stone into his jewels and grab wildly for the dagger on his belt.

 

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"You're a spirited one," was Chang-shek's response to the girl's feistiness. With some effort, he moved her hand away from the dagger. He then drew another blade, holding it to her throat. "You do not give up easily, woman. For that reason, I may keep you for myself rather than give you to my band."

 

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Haven didn't understand his words as she continued to struggle in his grasp. Yet the blade at her slender throat was remark enough that she was doomed and ceased her moving as her heart dropped in her chest.

She knew what they were and she also knew that her life was going to change forever as tears started to fall.

The second rider came closer and muttered something to the one holding her down. "She'll make a good price at markets."

She felt a stick dig into her back and rose off it only to dramatize the swell of her breasts under the silk garment, how faint the silver hair rested over the neck and blended to the blade. Indeed she was a rare jewel.

 

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"Markets?" Chang-shek harrumphed at that. "I think I might just keep her for myself." He reached out, groped one of her breasts in a way that was more appraising than sexual. For now. "She'd make a good breeder." He slapped her on the rump, hard enough to sting a bit but not to actually hurt. "There was a small creek back, about five minutes ride. Let's get to know her better." He chuckled evilly, and turned his horse toward a line of bushes at the edge of the conquered village. The odor of a burned-out fire wafted into her nostrils.

 

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Fear echoed in her eyes as he touched her in a manner that was forbidden. She tried to pull away from his hands that touched her bosom. Haven was surprised that the net was cast aside and she was caught in his grasp like a helpless toddler.

Haven noticed that her capturer did not like what the other one said as the glance between them seemed foreboding. She also did not like the swat she received either and trembled when it was left. Haven assumed that he wanted her to remain docile as the handprint stung on her pale skin. Haven looked down to the ground as she didn't want to look at him anymore, that was short lived as she was hoisted off the ground and they turned towards the waters.

New fear set in as she thought them to drown her to keep her from screaming, then the smell of burning wafted into the hills. Haven jerked away she had to see, she had to know. She ran to the hill that overlooked the village and dropped to her knees in disbelief, her village was no more then burning smoldering ashes and ruin.

The two chuckled as they watched her fall down and pound the ground with tight fists. "Looks like you have to catch her again." The second taunted pointing at her percarious stance on the edge of the hill.

 

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Chang-shek wasted no time in coming up behind her. "Yes, woman, we have ravished your village, and now it is your turn." The Mongol undid his belt with one flick of his hand. "We will take you until the sun goes down, right here on this hill where you can see everything we did." Haven felt the other raider grab her from behind, reaching his hand inside her silk garment. It began to rip as he reached for one of her full breasts.

 

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Haven screamed as they touched her, forcing her to conform to their whims.

"NOOOOO!!!!!" Haven's voice faltered at hands covered her bare flesh.

The invading finger quickly discovered the barrier of innocence as the other hand reached for the swell of perfect flesh. "A gift to savor, she is untouched."

The second pushed her to Chang-shek with a sadist grin making Haven even more frightened as she struggled to be free. Then she was aware of the opened breeches and she felt her clothing tear from her body. Haven felt the hand grab her breast again to pinch and tug to verify her sensativity.

 

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Chang-shek grinned as he mounted the struggling girl. He turned her head so she could see the smoldering village. Then with his other hand, he ripped open her breeches further, exposing her tender womanhood. His raging hard-on moved up her thigh, then began tickling her pubic hair. With a dip of his head, the Mongol warrior wrapped his lips around one of her nipples, and sucked hard.

The taste of womanflesh just made him all the harder. He planted his elbows atop her shoulders, and then positioned himself right at the opening to her folds. This was his favorite position...a conquered woman flat on her back, ready to receive Mongol seed and provide him with the pleasure of victory.

With a single, savage push, he forced his way into her, savoring her reaction.

 

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Haven tried to get away knowing what was coming, he was going to kill her and even forced her to watch her home fade into ashes. Haven sobbed for the people that may have died and soon was blasted with death screams from the village.

She fought like a wildcat as Chang-shek tore away her leggings and bloomers. Her fingers dug at his cheek and arms like blades when his face was upon her breast. The second grabbed one of her arms to keep her from clobbering Chang-shek's nose.

"She-devil, that one is." The second remarked waiting for the rutting to begin.

Once her shoulders were pressed to the ground her ability to fight was greatly diminished, then he smote her in a manner she would have never known possible. Her insides felt like fire and pain that she never suffered ripped thru her belly and she screamed.

Haven's mind closed the brutality away as the thrusting plunged deeper and deeper. The pain of being raped numbed her senses, the organ much larger then her sex was born to accept readily. Yet moist was the passage that was forced to yeild to the mass that stroked in and back along the virgin territory. Her breasts warm to his mouth, ruch and full... how well they would serve feeding young warriors.

Haven's belly was taunt and smooth, her hips rightly placed apart as the cock head thrusted in deep, her innocense shining on his flesh that speared back and forth. A glorious trophy to find a virgin on such a raid as this one and with silverish hair that beamed in radience to the moonlight only made her more appealing.

Haven endured the savagery as she remained concious til the end, her body quaked as a flood of fire rushed through her veins and a second wail echoed in the hillls as she came. Such an unexpected reaction to her ravishment but the fact was there as the stream of cum filled her womb, thrusting her into nothingness and anguish.. but mostly guilt for her freedom was forever gone.

 

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Chang-shek was indifferent to her cries and struggles...or to the pain the girl was going to feel at having her virginity taken from her. A Mongol woman would endure it in silence, knowing it was part of womanhood, pain. But this was a weakling outlander, soft, to be shown no mercy.

The rutting warrior ground right past her maidenhood, rutting until his release filled her prone body, moaning with joy at the conquest. Her orgasm was not lost on him...most outlander females came to enjoy being taken by a real man, a Mongol raider. By the time they were done with her, nothing less would suffice for her.

Of course, the men were nowhere near being done...

Chang-shek pulled himself out of her, squeezing out a few more drops of seed onto her sweaty belly. Quickly he made sure she could not resist as the second Mongol, hard and ready, took his place. He slapped her once across the face, as warning not to resist, then took her, brutal and fast. Turning her head, Haven saw two more riders approaching, presumably drawn by her screams.

Chang-shek laughed. If the woman had been silent, like a Mongol female on her first time, she would only have had to contend with the two of them. But now she would be taken by four men. Chang-shek looked her in the eye. There was no pity.

 

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Haven was weakened from the first go and the slap only numbed her even more as she struggled to stay conscious. The second male wasn't quite as large as the first and since she was still mentally numb she didn't even feel his efforts. This disgusted him as he could not incite even a moan from her lips.

His hand slashed across her left cheek causing her hair to spread over her face as blood dribbled from her broken lip, she didn't look back at him when he pulled off the shell of a woman to his brothers to have.

They were disgustingly filthy when they dropped over her sweaty body. Her body was mauled by bloodied hands, blood that was friends and relatives.. people that she came to love and adore.

Finally the second pair dropped Haven to the ground used and spent, jism oozing from her used cunt, leaving the sin on the earth that she would never see again. She drifted into darkness and if others used her she would have no recollection. Only the hazy image of arms lifting her off the ground as if a small doll and slung over a saddle.

"Are you sure that you want to keep her?" The second asked as her lifeless body hung in place.

 

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Chang-shek only smiled. "Yes, I will keep her. I want to be sure she is pregnant." Of course, to truly be sure, the Mongol thought, he would seed her every night. If it took a couple months for her to miss her monthly cycle...no, he would not even take that for a sure indication. He would wait until her belly began to show, until there was no doubt. Then and only then would he leave her somewhere.

"She will not fight like that anymore. If she does, I will let two or three others take her again. I am sure she will not like that." He grinned at her, slumped over the back of his horse. He thought about raping her again. He was still hard...and looking at this conquered female, helpless and prone, got him aroused all over again.

"I wonder if there are any more like her," Chang-shek mused. He was still full of seed. "Maybe she would show us, where any other females would hide, if we offered to let her go." He turned to Fengris, the third man to take advantage of the female. "You speak these outlanders' language, do you not?"

Fengris, munching on a length of beef jerky, nodded.

"I'm going to wake her up with a splash of water in the face. When I do, you ask her where others like her are. Tell her if she does not say, we will all take her again. I desire more rutting, and I have no intention of using my hand when one like her is present." The men laughed...and then carried out Chang-shek's plan.

 

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Haven sputtered as the water struke her the second time. She found herself surrounded by laughter and turned her head away.

"Where are the other women?"

Haven looked to the voice and widened her eyes as she understood him. "what?"

"The Hun wants to know where the other women are? he promises to release you if you tell us." His face was calm. there was no sign of compassion to his expression.

"The long house.. there is a safe place under the floor.. My Father built it .. in case..." Haven began to sob as the same man that spoke to her revealed the truth she spoke.

The building indicated was still burning and screams were coming from somewhere near there. Fengris stared at the smouldering roof and the burning walls. "She said they are under the building, in a safe place."

 

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As the news was relayed to Chang-shek, he grinned. "Tell her she saved their lives," he said to Fengris. Then, the big Mongol sent the three other riders down to the long house. He kept his hand on Haven's rump. Yes, he would enjoy this day...and he had no intention of releasing Haven. He manuevered her into a position in front of him, steadying her with one hand. He had no problem riding with no hands at all...his people were experienced cavalrymen.

But he had every intention of emptying his ballsac...into Haven again if need be, but preferably into the females in the secret hold. The three moved out ahead of him, into the longhouse, using their axes to cut away the still-intact section of wall near where the secret underground room was.

As Chang-shek watched from about fifteen feet away, his other hand moved to Haven's bare breast, squeezing it, reaching the nipple.

 

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Haven watched as the men rode into the building as if it was nothing at all. She saw smoke billow out the charrred windows as her heart leapt for the ones that were saved from a fiery death.

Six women were pulled from a grave and two dead from the smoke. The remaining four were down on the ground coughing to breathe normal air. Another was chased to the center of the village and she was holding a sword Haven knew instantly who that woman was, her stepmother Deza.

Haven rose to see what would happen until she was distracted by the hand holding her breast. She tried to push his hand off her body but it was no use as it was unyeilding.

"Please, stop..." Haven whimpered as the pinching was starting to hurt.

 

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The riders had the women subdued...their hands and legs bound. They lay on the ground, safely away from the burning building. Except for the one with the sword. Chang-shek shouted at Fengris. "Tell the woman with the sword we will kill the others unless she surrenders!" A fifth rider appeared, and dismounted. Chang-shek relayed his findings.

All the while, his hand did not leave Haven's breast. It continued to massage and squeeze the supple flesh. In full view of Haven's relatives, who had sucked in enough oxygen now to sit up if they chose. His other hand moved around to her thigh, began working its way up to her bloodstained, matted pubic hair, still dripping the four men's seed. The Mongol even parted Haven's thighs a little more, so her female kin could see her violated sex.

He waited for Fengris to see if the stepmother would give up.

 

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Haven was humilated by this man's touch, her face was bright red as the other women sobbed for her and Deza was infuriated by the audicity of the Hun to display her daughter like a prized skin.

Fengris glared at Deza. "Drop it or we kill them."

Deza was not privy to the gambles of the Huns and took an advancing rush to the horse and stabbed at the neck with an unseen dagger, bringing the sword up to protect her back as she drove the blade deep into the horse's neck.

Soon more riders were surrounding Deza and she still swung the blade in an arch.

It was then that someone noticed that Deza's ears were bleeding, one suggested that they check to see if she was hearing them. They played a game of cat and mouse, clapping and snaping things and when Deza did not turn to the noise they knew.

"She can not hear!" One cried out in surprise.

Haven took another gamble and pleaded with her capturor. "Please .. she is my mother.. please don't hurt her."

 

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Chang-shek looked at the exchange going on, the woman bravely holding her own against three Mongols. He knew she could not last, that any moment now, one of his swordmen would cut her down, right in front of the other captives.

He saw the pleading look in Haven's eyes. And, perhaps more importantly, he noticed the stepmother was still young enough to breed...

"Hold!" He shouted to the men. "Open the circle. Give her room to escape. Do not swing at her unless she swings at you."

Fengris addressed the four women. "We are giving her the chance to live if she wishes, thanks to Chang-shek." He gestured to the Mongol with Haven in front of him. His rock-hard cock brushed up against the captive girl's buttocks.

 

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Deza watched as the men moved back, she glanced at them all holding her sword forward almost daring them to charge her. She spoke to the other women in Danish but none of them responded. She looked towards the one holding Haven and more anger surfaced. Then something caught her eye and she retreated thru the burning building only to come out along the trees, where the tunnel led holding a small child.

Haven could feel the member stroing along her back, she trembled as the rubbing was making her more aware of his presense. Haven tried to focus on the other women, most of them were older then she was but still in their childbearing years, in fact one of them was already showing the signs of life.

Another rider was taking the women and forcing them to stand up and be looked over, inspected like an animal. Haven mourned inside as the weeping was getting louder.

Haven felt the push on her shoulders forcing her to lean forward, her cunt lips now visible to Chang-shek. They were still splayed open and she still was seeping the life blood of seed

 

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Deza was caught up to by a rider, who scooped her and the child up. He made clear with body language and gestures that, if Deza gave no trouble, the child would be unharmed.

As that drama unfolded, Chang-shek wrapped his riding-blanket around Haven's thighs, covering them from view of her kinswomen. Then, as she leaned forward, the Mongol slowly but surely positioned her opening at the tip of his cock, lifting her slightly. Inch by inch, delicately but inexorably, the Mongol sheathed himself in Haven, groaning slightly.

He urged his horse forward a bit, toward the women, looking them over one by one. Even as he was buried deep in Haven's newly-broken-into womanhood, hand still on her breast.

 

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First Haven gasped as the man slid into her like a training glove. She was unaware that her body was welcoming his advances with the small gasping noises that was coming from deep in her throat as the head of his cock pushed harder into her womb.

Haven's tears were dropping down the reddened face. She couldn't face them.. her friends and cousins, they would only see her as shameful and traitoress.

Deza yeilded to the one that caught her, the sword was offered back to Chang-shek as another trophy of their successful raid.

One of the captured girls asked in a scared voice.... "What's going to happen to us now?"

 

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Chang-shek was content to simply enjoy Haven's warm depths. He wondered if the girls realized that, right now, Haven was being raped. He reached his other hand around, finding Haven's other breast. He turned toward Deza. "So, this is your stepdaughter?" He cupped Haven's breasts for emphasis.

Fengris sheathed Deza's sword in a scabbard on his commander's mount, buckling it so it could not be drawn, at least not easily. Chang-shek noticed two of his troops going for the captive girls, but motioned them to stop. He looked Deza in the eye. "Do you wish to take your stepdaughter's place?"

 

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He turned toward Deza. "So, this is your stepdaughter?"

"Get Your hands off my daughter!" Deza growled in Turkish which Chang's man easily translated. Deza stood about five seven with dark hair and eyes, she wore a traditional robe of a wife but it was ripped in places that showed her long slender legs. Deza's hair was cut short so she could slip among men when she was without an escort. Her body was lilthe and slender, she had muscles as she had weilded a sword that had to weigh over one hundred pounds, Deza has a pear shaped body but huge breasts that started showing the sag of time

Cozal, was the next closest and the one that questioned their fate, she recently turned twenty-seven and remained unmarried. She silently hid her disgust for men after she discovered the secrets of marriage from her parents. She was a large girl, full weight or fairly plump. She was a pampered child and never learned to care for herself. Her dark hair was braided tight to her head as not to intice a lover. Her eyes though were softer brown and large, ones that seemed to beg when gazed upon. Her body though large had other feateures that were appealing to some men. Her nipples perked when brushed upon and dyed red as well as her eyes tatooed to have naturally darkness about the eyelids.

Marvah was next with her light brown long dangling hair, even her eyes betrayed her mixed orgin, she had a golden cast to her skin. She was part oriental almost thirty and her belly was showing the swell of reaching six months along. She was smarter then the others for she knew what being a slave meant and bowed to the ground in subservant manner. Marvah stood perhaps four eleven and if lucky neared a full hundred pounds, her hands revealed calluses a sign that she knew how to work.

La"Jallah was thirty four and widowed twice, she lived in the home as a servant to Deza's sister who laid dead on the ground. Her skin was tanned from years of living in the desert, the dark eyes lowered as not to draw attention to herself. She had a full body like Deza, breasts that were melons in the hands of some but just big enough to one of the Huns, Her lips were painted red as were her nipples. Her shape accented the smooth curves of her waist and hips that were softly making the tattered skirt rest along the flat belly. Yet she had alluring qualities as she moved like a dancer, her body taunted and teased with her every step.

Lastly was Jannah, she also was of mixed lineage as her cheeks and nose resembled the same as the Huns she carried that golden cast of Chinese lineage as well as the tiny black eyes. She was nearing thirty and had been used as part of a harem. She was no stranger to the needs of men despite her small breasts and narrow waist. In fact there were things that she was willing to teach Haven when she took interest in the Cheiftain's son.

He looked Deza in the eye. "Do you wish to take your stepdaughter's place?"

Deza looked at the Hun with contempt but nodded to his question waiting for her fate to unravel about her.

Haven though unintentional had proven very receptive to the stroking of his flesh within her and left him with a clamping squeeze as her back stiffened, then her face turned bright red as his laugh echoed in her ears. She had orgasmed over his cock and that was embarrassing her even more.