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Selvaria's Shame	By : RustyBlade Category: +S through Z > Valkyria Chronicles Views: 5366 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Shame
- 1
"Move!" demanded one of the Gallian soldiers before shoving Selvaria Bles with the butt of his rifle. The proud Brigadier General stumbled forward a few steps before steadying herself, strands of her long silvery hair cascading around her comely face. Turning, she shot the offending man a furious glare, the very same one that had once struck fear into her many enemies. Now, the Gallian soldiers escorting her simply laughed at the toothless threat. Bound as she was, weaponless and with her arms tied securely behind her back, she was less threatening than a village youth.
"What's the matter, war witch?" mocked the closest soldier. "Got somethin' to say?"
"Maybe she wants her lance back?" added someone slightly to his side. "Don't worry love," he said, grabbing his crotch, "you can have my lance if you want." Once again, the dimly lit corridor was filled with laughter with Selvaria as the punchline. She clenched her jaw, finding the humiliation harder to bare than the pain and rigor of the battlefield.
"Have you Gallian dogs not a single shred of honour?" she asked, noticing the vulgar way in which they looked upon her, like a pack of wild animals.
"Honour didn't do you any good, did it bitch?" said the first soldier. "Now move."
Selvaria fought down a scathing retort as the group of soldiers marched her deeper within the citadel. She could hear the Gallian soldiers walking closely behind her, close enough to hear them mumbling among themselves. The remarks about her body filled her with a new kind of dread, but Selvaria didn't break her stride. She knew enough about interrogation techniques to recognize this to be the prelude to some kind of questioning, and was determined not to let it get to her.
"Take the left," ordered one of the armed thugs. Selvaria was just about to comply when she felt a hand squeeze the firm cheeks of her leather-clad bottom. She hopped forward a step, shocked in more ways than one. The dank corridor was filled with hooting laughter as Selvaria spun around, her cheeks rosy red with embarrassment.
"Who did that?" she snapped indignantly, looking at each of the soldiers in turn. Nothing but smirks and chuckles greeted her inquiry, which made the Valkyrur seethe with anger.
"Don't take things the wrong way," remarked a bearded Gallian officer. "The man was just trying to point her ladyship in the right direction."
"Need I remind you," Selvaria said sternly, "that the proper treatment of prisoners is guaranteed by international law! I'll make sure to mention any mistreatment to your commanding officer."
"The commander gave us free reign with you as a reward for your capture," replied the officer, "besides, the treaty is only for human prisoners."
Selvaria's lip curled at the implication. "I'm more human than those that employ nerve gas and human shields," she shot back bitterly. "I may be a Valkyrur, but I still know the meaning of honour."
The officer laughed, which prompted the rest of his lot to join in. "Listen to the mighty conqueror letcuring us about morals." His smile disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. "Nobody forced you to invade Gallia, Imperial swine, but since your here, I thought me and the men here would treat you to some real Gallian hospitality. Now march."
Wordlessly, Selvaria turned on her heels and walked in her own free will around the corner. Pointless resistance would get her nowhere, and these miscreants were obviously beneath her noble sentiments. The thumping of army boots was the only sound audible besides the constant dripping of water. Evidently this section of the citadel was falling into disrepair, the walls moist with leaking fluids. Selvaria thought the place looked much like a dungeon, and shivered as a chilly breeze tickled against her skin. Still, she walked with her head held high, projecting a confidence that she didn't truly feel.
The procession, with Selvaria at the head, emerged into a vast open chamber that looked no more inviting than a cemetery. Selvaria couldn't help but liken the place to her laboratory confined upbringing. The ground was dark concrete, not by design, but because of the thin layer of filth and rust that covered it. As she approached the oppressive centre, she glanced around for any signs of possible escape. Both walls were lined with rows of rusty cell doors, the spaces within hidden in darkness.
"General!" came a voice from beyond the bars. "General Bles!"
Suddenly a chorus of hopeful voices bombarded Selvaria from both directions, surrounding her with familiar voices. The Valkyrur stopped dead in her tracks, her head spinning around as the previously lifeless cages came to life. As if roused from slumber, imperial soldiers - her soldiers - shuffled up to the bars to catch a glimpse of their beloved general. Many of them looked malnourished while others carried wounds in dire need of medical attention. As they called out her name, Selvaria felt an acute pain in her chest. She couldn't help but notice the look of disappointment etched upon many of their faces. They had expected salvation, and instead they see the empire's Valkyrur in no better a state.
"Soldiers," she said, determined to ease their pain. "Stay strong! As long as you still draw breath, there is always hope. I have no plans to give in, so follow my example!"
Selvaria's efforts received a few halfhearted cheers, but most of the imperials seemed much too weary to celebrate. Selvaria was no stranger to the effects of captivity, and so easily recognized the tell-tell signs of mistreatment. It sickened her to see them in such a sorry state.
"That was a very touching speech," mocked one of the Gallian soldiery. "Really tugs at the old heartstrings."
"How dare you," Selvaria growled, her voice a low rumble.
"What was that, witch? Speak up!"
"How dare you!" Selvaria yelled as she turned to face the Gallians. "These men are prisoners of war, and as such, should be afforded a basic level of care. While we may be enemies, that's no excuse to forget our humanity."
"Pity you imperial dogs forgot that the moment you ruined my peaceful little town!"
That from another of the soldiers, this time with genuine vitriol. Others voiced or grunted their agreement, which it made it clear to Selvaria that these men harbored nothing but hatred towards her grace's empire. Judging from the hateful way in which they looked upon her, she reasoned that they saw her as an outlet of revenge. Selvaria fought down the urge to flee as the mob of soldiers advanced upon her, some baring rifles leveled against her.
"Are you so cowardly as to use weapons against an unarmed woman?" she asked.
"These?" remarked the bearded officer, cocking his head. "These are just to make sure you don't misbehave. Any witchcraft, and you'll be the first to feel the sweet kiss of a bullet."
Selvaria Bles didn't move as she was surrounded by the unruly mob. The soldiers fanned out, forming a loose circle around her. The hungry stares directed Selvaria's way made her skin crawl, but she didn't let any emotion play across her stern features. If this was intended to intimidate her, then they would be sorely disappointed. Without warning, someone kicked out her legs, knocking the imperial commander down to one knee. Her long silver hair fanned out behind her like a stunning cape.
"What is the meaning of this?" Selvaria snapped.
The furious Valkyrur looked up, only to shriek as she beheld a semi-erect penis dangling closely to her face. The owner seemed pleased with her reaction. He smiled down at her, a hand slowly rubbing up and down his shaft. Selvaria quickly looked away, fiery anger giving way to stunned disbelief.
"Wh-what do you think you're doing? Showing me such... such a dirty thing."
"I was hoping you'd suck my cock," said the man matter-of-factly. This outrageous request was met with shouts of encouragement from his fellow soldiers. One even patted him on the back while a few others jeered at Selvaria.
"Put that thing anywhere near me, and you'll soon lose it!" she warned. She was suddenly very glad that she was looking down at the floor, lest they see her blushing face.
"Don't be so harsh on the man," remarked the officer, who positioned one of his feet underneath Selvaria's chin. Lifting up her head with the tip of his boot, he stared down into Selvaria's furious red eyes. The officer smiled unwittingly, noting that anger only seemed to enhance her exotic beauty.
"Why, thanks to your invasion, many of us here haven't been with a woman since the war broke out. Couldn't you find it within your icy heart to help us? Help me and the men relieve some of our pent up stress?"
"How dare you suggest such a thing!" Selvaria Bles snarled, her teeth bared. "I'll not play your sick games, Gallian! You'll get nothing from me."
The officer shook his head in mock sadness before withdrawing his boot. Selvaria almost spat at the man, but had better sense than to meaninglessly provoke her captors. "That's a shame," the Gallian officer said, motioning with one hand. Due to the ring of soldiers surrounding her, Selvaria couldn't see where the officer had gestured, but she certainly heard the gunshots. Three shots rang out in quick succession, echoing around the the vast chamber.
"What did you-" Selvaria began, before a few of the grinning soldiers parted, allowing her an unobstructed view of the closest cells. As soon as she realized just what atrocity had taken place, Selvaria let out a shocked gasp. Slumped against the floor was one of her soldiers, his face pressed up between two of the bars. A terrified expression - the last one he would ever make - was etched permanently upon his features.
"You damned bastards!" Selvaria spat, visibly shacking with anger. "Mark my words! I'll see your blood spilled for this!"
"Still not willing to cooperate, General? Do you need another few examples?"
"No, wait!" Selvaria urged, her fierce demeanor shattering. "Please, don't harm any more of my men."
"I'm glad that you understand Selvaria, but you'll need to demonstrate this new found willingness. Speaking just isn't gonna cut it." He nodded towards the man with his cock hanging out. Selvaria followed his gaze, much of the fight taken out of her.
"How about you start with him? Use your initiative, like any good commander should."
Selvaria gulped nervously, paralyzed for a few moments as she pondered the horrific act before her. The proud commander didn't want to move, content to stay on her knees if it meant not having to disgrace herself in front of her unit. Despite the loose ring of mocking, unruly Gallians surrounding her, what Selvaria dreaded the most were her own soldiers witnessing her disgrace. She stole a glance at the cells, her heart turning to ice at the stares directed her way.
Dissatisfied with her dallying, the Gallians began to taunt her, suggesting she cared more about her honour than the lives of her men, even going so far as to berate her as a coward. Selvaria silenced a few of them with a withering stare, but couldn't postpone the inevitable any longer. Swallowing her pride, she finally accepted her sordid little duty.
Shuffling on her knees, she approached the grinning soldier who bared his semi-hard cock in one hand. The loud protests of her imprisoned soldiers were drowned out by the banging of rifles against metal bars. When Selvaria was close enough, the man grabbed a handful of her sleek silver hair before pulling her beautiful face up against his crotch. Selvaria felt his manhood rubbing against her soft cheek, his dark pubic hair tickling the edge of her firmly closed mouth.
By the gods, he smells bad!
"Hey, open up," demanded the man, his cock pressing insistently against her succulent lips.
As someone who prided themselves on their appearance, the prim and proper Selvaria felt butterflies swimming within her stomach. As he pushed against the pink gates to her mouth, Selvaria pulled away slightly, tilting her face so that his organ slid across her cheek. This earned her several taunts from the assembled Gallian onlookers, but not all of them were directed her way.
"What's the matter, David?" one called.
"Ha, need some help?"
"Can't handle a bound woman?" said another, and so on. The man, David, grew increasingly frustrated by Selvaria's reluctance.
"Damn bitch!" he spat, grabbing underneath her chin so that she was forced to look up at him. "Stop squirming, why dontcha!"
"Do we have a problem here?" asked the officer, his hand scratching at his beard. "Do you need another incentive, Imperial witch?" He began to raise one hand, his attention turning towards the cells.
And my loyal soldiers.
Knowing what must be done, Selvaria's resolve weakened. Closing her eyes, she allowed the eager man to pull her face back upon his smelly penis, the head of which bumped up against her lips once again. Selvaria groaned as she felt almost half his length disappear within her accommodating mouth.
"That's the stuff," he moaned blissfully, the thought of defiling a Valkyrur's mouth spurring him on.
Grasping either side of her beautiful face, he continued to feed Selvaria a few more inches, his cock gliding across her tongue before poking against her tonsils. Selvaria's eyes grew as wide as saucers, a single tear trickling down her cheek as cock was rammed down her throat. With nowhere to turn, Selvaria started to panic, but the man held her firmly in place before slamming his last few remaining inches deeply within her quivering mouth.
Selvaria spluttered, spattering his cockhead in saliva as he began to fuck her mouth, showing absolutely zero concern for Selvaria's own wellbeing. He groaned as warm feminine breath tickled his glands, the pleasure out of this world. He humped against her face in a steady rhythm, his sweaty balls slapping against Selvaria's chin. The other Gallians cheered and hollered as they witnessed their former enemy brought so low, with more than a few of them popping erections of their own at the thought of what was to come.
Unable to properly breath, Selvaria's mind screamed at her to bite off this obstruction, but such a selfless action would surely doom her soldiers. Instead, with grim determination, Selvaria took the abusive thrusting, gagging around the invading member, trying to breath in the brief moments that her mouth was unoccupied. Her vision became groggy, her eyelids fluttering like a drunkard as drool and bile dribbled down her chin onto the black uniform of her office, staining the imperial crest affixed just below her neck.
"Oh yeah, take it!" David howled, giving one final thrust inside Selvaria's throat which visibly distended as his cock reached newfound depths. Holding her tightly with both hands, the soldier threw back his head as his cock spurted out copious amounts of viscous seed directly down her gullet. Dazed and confused from the rough treatment, Selvaria could do nothing but gurgle as sticky white cum escaped from the corners of her very stuffed mouth, her throat bobbing as she swallowed almost by reflex.
"Operation complete," David breathed as he released the female prisoner, the fanfare loud as shouts and fist-pumps of approval came from his fellow comrades in crime. Selvaria promptly doubled over and spat out the contents of her mouth, her stomach rumbling like a growing animal.
"Nicely done," remarked the officer smugly. "I see that the talents of the Valkyrur know no bounds."
Selvaria, not looking up, began to respond, but instead of words, a stream of steaming vomit erupted from her mouth. Spreading out like a brown and white swamp, Selvaria expelled the decomposing remains of her last meal with white swirls of cum adding a flourish to the mixture. The Gallian soldiers retreated, arms held up high or pinching noses. The expected round of mocking and recrimination resumed anew, however Selvaria was too exhausted to care as one final stream of sick splattered out onto the concrete ground.
"How unsightly," remarked the Gallian officer, tutting disapprovingly. "It seems the witch cannot hold her mettle."
More mocking laughter surrounded the fallen woman. Selvaria sat upright, her black uniform a mess of sticky spittle.
"T-this..." Selvaria gasped, fighting for breath, "should be enough."
How will I face Lord Maximilian now, after such disgrace?
"Enough?" repeated the officer. "Whatever do you mean, dear General? You still have the rest of us to attend to. And if you decide to pass out, I'll take that as being uncooperative, so please, do stay with us."
The officer gestured to his men; two fingers held aloft.
"You Gallian bastards!" Selvaria spat, her brow furrowing. "Is there no end to your misdeeds? Mark my wo- Higggu!"
Selvaria shrieked as buckets of icy cold water were thrown over her without warning, soaking her uniform while blasting away much of the sick. Droplets of water trickled down her chin, the shock leaving Selvaria speechless. Her long otherworldly hair clung to her back, totally waterlogged by the frosty barrage. The pitter-patter of water was the only sound for a few fleeting moments before Selvaria's ordeal renewed anew.
"Help the poor woman up, will you."
Selvaria Bles was roughly hauled up to her feet and held in place. She shivered, the cold chill of her soaked uniform seeping into her body, her bodyheat ebbing away. With some concern, she noticed the glint of a combat knife flash before her red eyes. She tensed, her breath catching in her throat as the man approached her with a devilish look. Bringing the knife up to her considerable chest, he started to cut away the gold buttons, the clang very audible as the spheres clattered to the ground.
"Don't worry," smoothed the officer, noting her discomfort. "That one's very handy with a blade, so don't make any sudden moves. He's going to cut away your restraints now, so do keep that in mind."
Selvaria nodded glumly, the fiery expression nowhere to be seen. As the man in charge watched his men go to work, cutting away Selvaria's bonds before starting to work on her stylish uniform, the Gallian found himself somewhat relieved that the legendary Valkyrur felt such human emotions as shame. Selvaria blushed profusely as her dress uniform was successfully pulled from her shoulders, exposing her ample breasts for everyone to see. Covering the swell of her breasts was a simple cotton bra, typical of females serving within the ranks.
While they were at it, they happily removed her sleeves, leaving the blushing beauty naked from the waist up, besides the simple bra. Selvaria trembled in the chilly air, partly from the cold and partly from those gawking at her nakedness, and while the removal of her waterlogged clothing helped restore some of her bodyheat, it was cold comfort indeed.
"Nice pair," complimented the nearest soldier who reached out to grasp both of her tits. Half-expecting a slap across the face, the man lifted up the undersides of Selvaria's impressive chest. The soft spheres felt weighty within his hands, his fingers sinking into the pillowy flesh. Selvaria looked away as the man roughly squeezed her big boobs, her arms trembling impotently at her sides. She was painfully aware that every set of eyes, including her own imprisoned men, were fixed on her public grouping.
Selvaria heard a click and cold fingers fumbling upon her back. It took every bit of her willpower to stand still as someone slipped the bra off her shoulders, exposing her creamy breasts to a very enthusiastic crowd. Whistling in wonderment, the man standing in front of Selvaria wasted no time in seizing her sizable mounds, his fingers toying with her pink nipples. Unable to resist, he sucked one of the cherry buds into his mouth, enjoying the taste of her femininity. Selvaria couldn't help but whimper, the sound escaping her quivering mouth.
"What a sweet little sound!"
"Looks like she's a woman after-all!"
Silence, you brutish...
"Uhmm!" Selvaria moaned, her back arching up as she felt teeth lightly nibbling upon her sensitive nipple.
Soon another rough tongue found her other nipple, the two soldiers feasting upon her bountiful flesh. Selvaria's fingers scratched against her sides, the passionate feelings originating from her chest both unwelcome and unfamiliar. Unaccustomed to such acts, Selvaria silently endured the tongue lashing, her mind no longer registering the many other baying voices around the cellblock.
It wasn't until the wet feeling upon her tits suddenly relented, that Selvaria opened up her eyes.
"Enjoying ourselves?" inquired the Gallian officer, grinning at Selvaria's disheveled appearance. A cold sheen of sweat decorated her smooth white skin while her bare breasts heaved up and down inline with her laboured breathing.
"There is nothing enjoyable about this," Selvaria shot back. It was then that she noticed that the bearded man was without his trousers, his hardness clearly aroused by her state of nakedness.
"Well, why don't you get down on your knees, like every good imperial should?" he demanded, leering at her, looking for any glimmer of resistance. "You're not done until you've satisfied each and every one of us, so you'd damned well better hurry up, or you'll be here all night."
Selvaria didn't hesitate, didn't protest as she obediently sunk down to her knees. Protecting her honour at this point was a fools errand, and so she lent in, ignoring her heart as her mouth brushed against the tip of his penis. She began to awkwardly lick around the tip, her tongue lapping at the rough foreskin. Unlike the last man who had savagely raped her mouth, this Gallian dog seemed content to simply enjoy her clumsy ministrations.
Just ejaculate, and let me be done with this...
"Oh, that's good," he moaned, resting a hand upon her silver head, "but you could do better. Make sure to lick underneath the foreskin, like a good little whore."
Selvaria bristled at the suggestion, almost forgetting herself as she bared her teeth. Instead of biting off his grubby cock, she reluctantly pushed her tongue underneath the leathery skin, the nasty smell and taste immediately assaulting her senses. The officer gave out a deep breath of approval as Selvaria polished the inside of his head, her tongue lapping up all the foul tasting smegma that had accumulated there. Selvaria winced as the dick cheese clung to her tongue, some of which found its way inside her mouth.
"You have a very talented mouth, Selvaria." He began running his fingers through her soft, silvery hair. Selvaria hated his touch, hated the illusion of intimacy. "Pity you waste such a mouth shouting out orders instead of servicing your men. Why, maybe you wouldn't even be in this situation if your troops had received the proper motivation."
Selvaria didn't even hear the mocking laughter this time, couldn't with the foulness swirling within her mouth. Feeling queasy once more as she swiped her tongue underneath his foreskin, Selvaria fought down the tears welling up at the corner of her eyes. Unable to spit as she cleaned the man's cock, she reluctantly swallowed down the saliva soaked mixture, if only to better escape the taste. It took another three helpings of smegma until the officer was finally satisfied, his exposed cockhead shining with a thin layer of spittle.
"Why the sorry face?" asked the officer, his voice dripping sarcasm. "Don't like the taste of defeat?"
"Filthy Gallian!" Selvaria growled, spitting on the ground. "Making me do such... such a thing! I'll not stand for this!"
"Scary!" remarked someone hovering behind her.
"Kneeing suits the bitch better though, heh."
"You got that right."
"Even kneeing as I am," Selvaria countered, "looking down my nose at you is easy, Gallian."
The half naked general whelped as someone slapped her across the face. A strong hand pushed her head downwards so that she was staring straight down at her bare chest. Her cheek stung, a throbbing pain that spread across her jaw, but Selvaria found herself too taken aback to muster up much of a retort.
"Don't act all high and mighty, witch!" said another of the Gallians. "I lost family in this pointless conflict, but you damned imperials didn't think about those you were stepping on, huh?"
Selvaria felt fingers entwining themselves within her long hair. She gasped as her head was roughly yanked back, her neck straining as she stared up at the man that had presumably slapped her. He looked no older than a young man straight out of college, but the way he looked upon her left little doubt in Selvaria's mind that all of his innocence had been scoured away by war.
"Settle down, Conrad," cautioned the officer.
"Say it again!" bellowed the man, Conrad, spittle flying from his lips. Selvaria's scalp burned as he pulled upon her long hair, several of the roots tearing painfully. She could see the madness within his hard gaze, the longing for answers that might help to make sense of his loss, but Selvaria had nothing to say to him.
You're not the only one that's suffered.
When this became clear, the man spat in her face before throwing her to the ground. There was a spark of metal as her knee-guards scraped against hard concrete. Selvaria grunted as she hit the floor hard, pain flaring up across her body. Laying down on her forearms, Selvaria's skirt had ridden up her thighs so much, that her ass was visible, hidden only by the crisscross style tights that covered her lower body. Conrad pulled out his combat knife and crouched down behind her, hungry for some kind of vengeance.
"Not interesting in talking?" he asked, his free hand pulling up the material covering Selvaria's raised ass. He began to carefully cut a neat hole in Selvaria's tights around her crotch, the snippets of cloth raining down between her parted legs.
"W-what do you think you're doing?" Selvaria started, squirming before strong hands pushed her back down. Several soldiers pinned her to the ground, so firmly that she couldn't move a muscle.
"You'd better not harm our honoured guest Conrad," ordered the officer, his hand hovering close to his sidearm. He had no intention of explaining things to command.
"Of course not," Conrad said as he put the finishing touches to Selvaria's uniform, the large hole in her tights now offering easy access to both her holes. "Selvaria and her ilk wanted a piece of Gallia, and I intend to see that she gets it!"
That declaration earned more than a few smiles from the men holding Selvaria down. As Conrad pulled out his hard cock, he could see that Selvaria had a nice trimmed patch of silvery pubic hair just above the pink petals of her pussy. As she struggled fruitlessly, her asshole puckered from the strain, almost acting as an invitation.
"Stop this!" she demanded, the thought of losing something so precious lending her strength. "Stop this inhuman treatment at once!"
I wanted to give it to you... my Lord Maximilian. Please, forgive such a humiliating failure.
"Shut up!" Conrad snapped, slapping one hand down upon the cheeks of Selvaria's exposed ass. She yelped like a newborn, no longer bothering to hold back her voice. The soldiers holding her down chuckled at this, feeling her feeble attempts to escape. An angry red mark decorated her left cheek as Conrad withdrew his palm, but not fully, one of his fingers lightly tracing the edges of her pussy.
"I'll make you regret coming here," Conrad said, shuffling up on his knees as he positioned himself behind the humbled invader. Selvaria felt something hard and firm touching the outer lips of her most intimate area moments before he pushed his cock deeply within her pussy.
"You damned brute!" Selvaria exclaimed, hot blood trickling down her thighs, her torn maidenhead throbbing hotly between her legs.
"Ha, the witch was a virgin!" declared Conrad, looking down at his conquest. With her laying down on her bountiful chest with several strong Gallian men holding her down, Conrad wondered why he'd ever been scared of the Valkyrur. She was so incredibly tight, the folds of her pussy milking him, clinging to him as he pulled back for yet another thrust inside her velvety depths. Gripping her hips with both hands, he drove into her again and again, his hips smacking against Selvaria's sweat soaked ass.
"What's the matter?" said one of the men. "Not so haughty now, are ya?"
"Gonna cry, my ladyship?"
"Sh-shut up, you lowborn filth!" Selvaria gasped, her voice shaky from the constant pounding.
Her gloved fingers slipping on the dirty concrete, Selvaria couldn't help but groan as Conrad put all his weight into each of his thrusts, his invading cock reaching places that Selvaria's own fingers could never reach. The stalwart general tried fruitlessly to control her own panting voice that sounded very much like a bitch in heat, but found that she simply couldn't, the moans coming unbidden as she was mercilessly pummeled from behind. Without any real experience, Selvaria was overwhelmed by a series of unfamiliar - and not altogether unpleasant - feelings.
Why can I not stifle these shameful moans, damn it!
Hearing her sweet moans, the lust drunk soldier removed one of his hands from Selvaria's hips before bringing it down in a stinging strike against her ass. Encouraged by the most unladylike sounds coming out of Selvaria's mouth, he struck down again, and again, his hand alternating between her jiggling asscheeks until they were crisscrossed with angry looking red lines. Every time he struck, Selvaria tightened up around his manhood. It felt fantastic to dominate such a key figurehead of the invading force in such a manner, to feel her virginal muscles pulse and grip his invading member.
Slipping his hands underneath Selvaria's thighs, Conrad leaned against her back before pulling her up, so that the panting imperial commander rested upon his lap. With Selvaria laying upright against her rapist's back with both of her legs crudely sprayed out on either side of her, everyone could see her blushing face, her sweaty breasts and moist pussy. This last point drove many of Selvaria's tormentors to mock her, implying that she enjoyed this terrible ordeal.
"How could anyone enjoy this?" she whimpered, her confidence shattered.
Conrad began his movements once again, his cock jackhammering into her from below, sending droplets of sweat flinging from Selvaria's big, shaking tits. Unable to stomach the leering smiles from the Gallians and the judgmental stares from her own imprisoned troops, Selvaria scrunched her eyes closed as the man frantically banged against her ass. Conrad bounced her up and down upon his cock, never relenting, never easing up his assault. He nestled his face upon her shoulder, his tongue running up her neck, savoring the taste of her femininity.
No... don't lick me so intimately...
She felt someone snatch up her hand, her palm suddenly filed with something warm and hard. She didn't have to open her eyes to understand what it was, and what they expected her to do with it.
"Move your hand, pig!" ordered the newcomer, and Selvaria obeyed, her firm fingers stroking up and down his length.
Conrad groaned, his hands clasping the undersides of Selvaria's big boobs, his fingers squeezing into the soft melons as he continued to thrust up inside her. Selvaria was almost delirious at this point, her strength falling as she leaned back against the panting Gallian. He nibbled her neck playfully, his fingers pinching down upon her hard nipples. Someone else snatched up her other hand and wrapped her fingers around his hard shaft, and Selvaria automatically started to stroke it, too caught up in the confusion of her own rape to process what was happening.
"Look at her!"
"She's really getting into this!"
Selvaria didn't hear them, couldn't concentrate on anything else besides the constant throbbing between her legs. She would have cried, wanted to cry, but holding onto the last vestiges of her pride was the only thing left to her at this point. Feeling his climax rapidly approaching, Conrad really picked up the pace, his cock slapping against Selvaria's posterior with incredible force. Her long legs bounced up and down in tune with his deep thrusts, sweat and other juices splattering across the floor as Conrad hammered against her tight cunt.
Selvaria couldn't remain silent and groaned, throwing her head back against the panting man, her jaw clenched as unfamiliar feelings bubbled up within her like a fiery eruption. Her walls contracted around his cock as it pulsed within her, sending waves of sperm deep inside her dripping cunt. His fingers tightened, digging into her boobs as he spent himself within the beautiful Valkyrur, his warm breath tickling her sweaty neck. At the same time, the two men spurted ropes of sticky cum across both her moving hands, the sticky whiteness clogging between the latticework of her fingers as she rang out a final few spurts.
"That was nice," breathed Conrad, letting go of the exhausted Selvaria, who promptly slumped downwards like she hadn't any strength left in the world. If she could have witnessed her own fucked silly expression, then Selvaria might have died of shame.
"Good job commander, but you've only just started. You have a whole unit to satisfy, so please, don't faint just yet."
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