The victors\u2019 warband had been operating in and around hhe Antler Timberland for a long time, engaging in hit-and-run attacks against enemy forces and camps without relent for months, doing as much damage in as little time as possible before scurrying away into the relative safety of the thick woodlands, hollering and hooting, letting their bloodlust run rampant.<\/span><\/p>\n The latest fight was but one of many victories they had enjoyed since the units\u2019 formation, the enemy force \u2013 a supply train bound eastward \u2013 surprised so thoroughly the attackers had been able to slaughter them all without the need to make a hasty retreat back whence they came. Fortunate for them that the enemy carried so many provisions in their now sundered wagons and carts. Taking what they could carry, the fifty plus warriors would have no need to worry about food for a couple of months, and they could replace broken or dull weapons with fresh ones from the enemy\u2019s racks.<\/span><\/p>\n Leaving the carnage behing, the dull glow of the embers fading behind them as they trodded deeper into the difficult-to-maneuver terrain with the only three surviving enemy females chained together trotting in their midst, the warband disappeared into the pitch black, a heavy overcast blinding even the stars to the beautiful brutality of their operation.<\/span><\/p>\n Harran, the leader of this grizzled group of veteran fighters that had shared nothing but a common enemy during the band\u2019s forming, wiped a streak of blood from his chin with the back of his burly hand. He didn\u2019t know if it was his blood or that of some fallen enemy, and he didn\u2019t much care, for he was still far too excited over the butchery, the savage perfection that had borne his mighty warriors down upon the enemy like an avalanche burying a nest of chicks. Securing his heavy Kazdruk, twin-bladed battleaxe upon his back, he started cleaning his many daggers of blood with a dirty rag as he jovially conversed with his battle brothers on their way back to their hideaway \u2013 one of countless camps they kept before moving on to the next.<\/span><\/p>\n They had struck in the very instant the sun had set. Due to the clouds, the forest had been plenty gloomy already, but his warband never fought when the sun was up. As soon as the forest was shrouded in an oppressive darkness that was only partially kept at bay by the enemy campfires, they attacked, brutalizing the sentries with ease before bearing down on the camp from every directon, hacking at any foe that appeared before them so quickly there was no time to form an organized defense.<\/span><\/p>\n The enemy could not know for sure, of course, but they had a hunch who attacked them as soon as the attack begun, judging by the efficient brutality and swiftness that ought to have been impossible judging from the large stature of the attackers. They had heard reports of similar attacks all over the past few months, the assaults at night, the merciless slaughter, the otherworldy screaming as death was dealt to anyone and everyone, before the attackers ghosted away as silently as they had approached.<\/span><\/p>\n Harran snickered to himself. The warband certainly had earned its name.<\/span><\/p>\n Night Haunters<\/i>.<\/span><\/p>\n It was well after midnight when Harran and his Haunters returned to their camp somewhere in the southwestern Timberland, their tents still standing where they had left them, their traps still untouched, proving that enemy scouts were as of yet still unable to track them to their source.<\/span><\/p>\n Clasping wrists with all of his seasoned fighters, telling them he hoped their female prisoners would get no rest this night \u2013 and being assured that they would not \u2013 Harran pushed open the flap to his own, private tent, meaning to enjoy his own slave before laying down to rest.<\/span><\/p>\n Entering, the space inside his tent such that he could stand up without trouble, lighting the first oil lamp next to the entrance, he found, with a smile, his precious little toy just as he had left her some twelve hours ago.<\/span><\/p>\n Kneeling in front of the first of the two thick poles that held the tent\u2019s ceiling aloft, her arms stretched up over her head and shackled to the pole with thick iron manacles, her ankles likewise anchored to the pole\u2019s base, Yra looked frightfully up at her captor, the mere sight of his huge bulk making her teeth clamp down on the whittled wood cylinder shoved into her mouth and secured around her head with rope.<\/span><\/p>\n Harran adored that frightful wince on her gorgeous face. He had only had her for two weeks \u2013 taken her alive after the Night Haunters had scythed down an enemy convoy a few days\u2019 ride northeast of here \u2013 and had enjoyed her plenty, but though she was far from broken, she was so afraid of him that she did anything she was ordered to without question.<\/span><\/p>\n Starting to walk past her, reaching down to cup a handful of her big, shapely tit, giving the steel stud through the nipple a sharp tug and being rewarded by a sharp inhale as she forced herself not to squeal, Harran removed his weapons and armour \u2013 worn leather and chainmail that was ready to be exchanged for something newer \u2013 and walked back to stand in front of his red-skinned captive, resting his fists on his hips as he gazed into her wide, violet eyes, the pupils slit like a cat\u2019s.<\/span><\/p>\n Smirking, Harran once again wondered how many other humans there were that took Kazdruk slaves for the sole purposes of fucking them. He didn\u2019t know if he, and by extension all of the Night Haunters, were the only ones, and he didn\u2019t rightly care. What mattered was they were great fun to plough, particularly, he had learned, young Yra.<\/span><\/p>\n Barely out of adolescence, Yra was petite by Kazdruk standards. Her forehead barely made it up to Harran\u2019s nipples when they were both standing, and at just over two meters tall, Harran was considered very tall in his culture. Not only that, but his bear-like physique, all muscle and veins, made him appear thrice as large again.<\/span><\/p>\n Kazdruk or no, Yra was extremely beautiful to the Haunters, but as the leader\u2019s personal slave, no-one else was allowed to lay hands on her. Her smooth, red skin was like silk to the touch, and her physique spoke of all things best about a woman\u2019s body; large breasts, flat, toned belly, wide hips, thick thighs, and a toned but big ass that was the perfect coushin for Harran\u2019s thighs when he ravaged her from behind. Straight, silver tresses were combed back over her head, the free hanging strands brushing just above the small of her back when she was standing straight.<\/span><\/p>\n Harran reached down with one hand and, with a practiced motion, undid the buckle of Yra\u2019s gag, strings of saliva bridging it and her lips before he tossed it lazily to the side.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cAre you ready to please me, after yet another victory over your filthy invading kin?\u201d he asked, but it was no question.<\/span><\/p>\n Swallowing, Yra held his gaze. She knew better than to let her eyes wander. \u201cYes, my lord.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Nodding with satisfaction, Harran took a knee only long enough to undo the shackles around his little Kazdruk\u2019s ankles. Straightening, she immediately rose higher on her knees in order to get his drooping manhood into her mouth.<\/span><\/p>\n He liked to make her call him \u201clord\u201d, it was something he\u2019d always dreamed to be, for he had never been more than a lowly soldier to the aristocrats ruling his homeland.<\/span><\/p>\n The first night was the only night she had refused him, Harran recalled with an inward smile. Being strung up all night while her entire body, but particularly her tits, inner thighs and pussy tasted his lash had taught her all about obedience. Now there was never any hesitation. She knew better.<\/span><\/p>\n He hardened quickly in her mouth. Once fully erect, he put his hand over her forehead and pushed back her head, pinning it against the pole her hands remained shackled to, forcing his big member further into her mouth, no longer feeling even a hint of teeth like the first couple of times.<\/span><\/p>\n A menacing growl from his right made Harran finally acknowledge the presence of his other slave.<\/span><\/p>\n Standing in an awkward position, her straight arms bound behind her with rope around her wrists and just over the elbows, more rope keeping her legs closed around the ankles and just over the knees, a length of rope from her bound wrists secured to a tent peg on the ground behind her. A final length of rope around her neck was secured to one of the poles supporting the roof of the tent. With one rope tugging her down at her wrists, and the other pulling her up by her neck, she was standing in a stressful position with her back forcibly arched back and her head forced forward lest she choke herself. Like Yra, she had remained like this since the Haunters left to do their bloody business.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cYes, Teera? I will get to you in due course, have no worries,\u201d Harran mocked, letting his eyes glide over the older Kazdruk\u2019s sublime form.<\/span><\/p>\n Teera had been the first captive Kazdruk Harran, and the Night Haunters at all, had taken. She was a violent one, a sorceress, and had killed ten former Haunters by herself before she was subdued. That she had been taken alive was sheer luck, for she was so dangerous that close to the full force of the Night Haunters had come to cut her down before she could do more damage. In the ensuing chaos, Teera had been knocked out, and Harran had, for more symbolic reasons than anything else, taken her captive.<\/span><\/p>\n Teera was somewhat of a rarity, even among the despised invaders she served. She was no common magical whore, she was a lingomancer, a particularly rare breed whose only requirement for casting magic was her voice. Speaking mere words of power, requiring no catalyst nor incantation, Teera could turn a man\u2019s brain to liquid, gushing out of his ears, or set a pair of eyes aflame as simply as she drew breath, all by speaking, as though commanding divine forces to do her bidding. It was a rare talent of summoning sounds that did not marry well with mortal hearing.<\/span><\/p>\n As such, there was a wide metal ring securely fastened in her mouth, the metal band strapping it around her head secured with a padlock. With the ring forcing her mouth open she could not practice her lingomancy, and with the ring forcing her mouth open, Harran could shove his cock inside whenever he pleased.<\/span><\/p>\n Had it not been for Yra\u2019s reckless outburst the first time Harran had shoved her into his tent, he might never have known that Teera was, in fact, Yra\u2019s mother. Of course, once he knew, the features they shared were all too obvious.<\/span><\/p>\n They had the same violet, slit eyes, but where Yra\u2019s radiated the na\u00efvit\u00e9 of youth, Teera\u2019s emanated pure hatred. Like Yra, Teera\u2019s body was red of skin and fit, not muscular but tight and athletic, but the mother\u2019s tits were about has huge as her head and put Yra\u2019s \u2013 that were in no way small themselves \u2013 to shame. Teera also had silken, silver hair, but a few shades darker than Yra, the tresses hanging down to her mid back, some locks usually hanging over her shoulders and down her breasts when she was standing upright.<\/span><\/p>\n Teera was fully grown, of course. She was perhaps an inch shorter than Harran \u2013 though Harran was far wider and bulkier \u2013 and commanded a presence even though she was restrained and helpless. Neither mother nor daughter sported horns or kloven feet that were all hallmarks of many Kazdruks, but their ears were pointed and their sublime female forms nearly exaggerated in their beauty, with slender tails sprouting from their lower backs.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cRelax, mother,\u201d Harran mocked, grabbing the back of Yra\u2019s head and forcing her to take his cock to the hilt, making her gag and her eyes water. \u201cWhen I am done fucking your daughter\u2019s face and cunt, I will be yours for the rest of the night. Just be a good pet and watch while your spawnling and I show you she knows how to please a man.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Holding Yra like that, pushing her head against the pole, there was precious little she could do about having her throat plumbed repeatedly by Harran\u2019s thick member. Bucking his hips, forcing it all the way inside, he took twisted pleasure in feeling his heavy balls slap against the younger Kazdruk\u2019s chin. Her tight, young throat and mouth slathered his cock with thick saliva, heightening his pleasure, making him in no way more inclined to draw his cock out of her, even half way.<\/span><\/p>\n Eyes watering and threatening to roll back into her skull the way Harran violently fucked her throat, forcing his shaft all the way in until her upper lip brushed against his belly, Yra was feeling the telltale signs of passing out. Since she\u2019d been taken by the brutish human she\u2019d had no choice but to learn how to make her throat accept his thick manhood, but the farther down he managed to shove it without making her gag, the longer he lingered inside, cutting off Yra\u2019s air.<\/span><\/p>\n More than once he\u2019d fucked her face until she had passed out and not even noticed until he had unloaded in her, and once she\u2019d regained consciousness she had been punished for not being awake to receive his seed, to dissuade her from doing it again.<\/span><\/p>\n Yra knew she was powerless to make herself stay conscious when he did what he did to her, and he knew it too, but that was the whole point. If he wanted to punish her, he would find any reason he needed.<\/span><\/p>\n Abruptly, Harran withdrew his cock. Thick strings of slobber connected it to Yra\u2019s lips, who coughed and heaved for air when the obstruction was removed.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cCome on, whore, let\u2019s have your mother join in,\u201d he said mockingly, releasing Yra from the post she was restrained to. \u201cI know she loves to watch her captive daughter have a human cock forced down her throat.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cYes, my lord,\u201d Yra managed, not daring to not respond to him, trying not to focus on the horrible shame and humiliation the nasty human put her and her mother through.<\/span><\/p>\n Unlike her mother, Yra was nobody special. She had a talent for management and an eye for detail, which was why she had found it a comfortable role to be a handmaid for one of the Kazdruk royals overseeing the invasion, a woman close to Yuldasha, but whose identity Yra was not at liberty to discuss with anyone outside her workplace. Usually she resided within the Spire, but her work took her and her mistress all over the Kazdruk dominion.<\/span><\/p>\n Such as the fateful day when their convoy had been ambushed by the Night Haunters and Yra was taken prisoner. And reuinited with her mother in a most frightening manner.<\/span><\/p>\n She did not even know if her mistress had been killed, or if her bodyguards had managed to hold the terrifying human warriors at bay for long enough that she might escape.<\/span><\/p>\n Harran freed her from the pole, but wasted no time binding her hands behind her back with coarse rope, then followed up by attaching Yra\u2019s slave collar around her neck, the leash still attached to the metal hoop at the front from when Harran had paraded her naked in front of his warband when taking her down to the river to clean her up before they left for their most recent raid.<\/span><\/p>\n Sitting on her knees, she was commanded to stay put.<\/span><\/p>\n Walking over to Teera, grinning at her glowering stare, Harran undid her bindings. Physically, Teera was no match for Harran, but that did not stop her from struggling when the bonds came off. She was hopelessly unable to fight him off, as well she knew, but she still tried, and he still found it very amusing. Harran often enjoyed reminding Teera that without her voice, she was nothing but a cock-sheathe.<\/span><\/p>\n Teera longed for him to leave one of his weapons within reach. Then they\u2019d see how much \u201cnothing\u201d she really was, even without the power of her lingomancy.<\/span><\/p>\n Tying Teera\u2019s hands behind her back, tightly, Harran walked the naked, permanently ring-gagged Kazdruk to the pole her daughter had spent the day restrained to. Kicking the back of her knee dropped her quickly enough, then he attached the heavy iron shackles her daughter had just worn around her ankles, each of them chained to the pole.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cNow you just sit there and enjoy the performance,\u201d Harran sniggered, then grabbed the leash to Yra\u2019s collar.<\/span><\/p>\n Locking his cold eyes with hers, revelling in her deliciously innocent, frightened look, Harran used the leash to pull her closer. \u201cNow\u00a0 <\/span>show her what a good little cock-slut you are.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n She swallowed, willing herself not to look at her naked mother chained next to her. \u201cYes, my lord.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Straightening a bit on her knees to get the bulbous tip of his fully erect cock into her mouth, already slick with her own saliva, Yra applied suction, letting her tongue rub against the sensitive underside.<\/span><\/p>\n She did what he had taught her to do. It was simpler to just obey and save herself the trouble wrought by disobedience. She prayed her mother would start doing the same, to save needless lashes, but no matter how often they were alone, no matter how much she begged, Yra could never convince her mother to just give in. She was far too proud, far too willfull. She knew her mother plotted bloody murder as soon as she got the chance, and while Yra hoped she was successful, it wouldn\u2019t hurt to play along and save herself unnecessary punishment.<\/span><\/p>\n Suckling his tip, slurping and lavishing it with lips and tongue, Yra started taking it deeper, beginning with the top third of it. She\u2019d had all of it deep inside just a moment ago, but she knew her captor wanted her to take her time, to pleasure him wholly and fully, and that meant being sensual and thorough. If he wanted to fuck her throat, he would do just that. When she was given the room to take control of her own motions, she knew he wanted her to treat his cock like it was her sole reason for existing, to pleasure and love it.<\/span><\/p>\n With no other choice left to her but to do as she was commanded, Yra sucked Harran like her life depended on giving him pleasure, like being force-fed his thick cum was the only thing on her mind.<\/span><\/p>\n When she took him a third of the way into her mouth, Harran tightened the leash, making sure she couldn\u2019t go back. So that was his game this time.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cSee this, Teera?\u201d he mocked. \u201cYour beautiful daughter has learned in her short time here with us. She\u2019s becoming a perfect slave, don\u2019t you think?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Teera sneered up at him, not wanting to see her daughter reduced to a mere sexual plaything, see her mouth stretch around the human\u2019s fat cock. Wet noises filled the tent, and when Yra inched her lips further down on his cock, Harran would rein in the leash. The deeper she went, it was as far up as she could go.<\/span><\/p>\n
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