Prologue: 346 BCE

“Lend your ears to me my people! For this is the great moment of our salvation!” Maxos announced to the mass of people gathered below him, to which they roared back in approval. It was the middle of the night but the full moon shone through a cloudless sky to illuminate the valley, and standing on the top of the ziggurat, Maxos had a grand view of the city laid out before him… The city that would surely soon be his.

“The shamans have told us for generations that when our sacred stars align themselves in the sky, the gods will turn their gaze towards our city, and if we are not found worthy we will be destroyed!” Maxos addressed the crowd, pacing along the front of the stone platform. He looked down upon the anxious expressions that his words conjured, the whole city was captivated by him.

“But my people, tonight we assure our gods… We are worthy!” He declared, gesturing behind him to uproarious applause. Arranged on the top of the ziggurat was an elaborate display, four large pillars had been erected, and chained to the front of them were four women, their feet dangling in the air as their arms strained under the heavy iron bindings. One was olive skinned with a marble-white toga draped over her body, the next was in a tight, red silk dress adorned with a pattern of yellow flowers, the next wrapped in finely made animal skin robes with fur boots, and the last in an ornately embroidered gown made of sheer fabric and accented with golden jewelled bands. Arranged in a row in such a grand fashion, they did make for quite the impressive spectacle. The women struggled against the bindings and screamed into the wads of cloth that had been tied in their mouths, but it was hopeless, even if they did escape they were surrounded by a dozen tall, well built warriors standing to attention atop the ziggurat with sharp spears in hand. 

“Our gods demand that Elydria stand above all other cities, and to prove this we have taken captives of great renown, nobles, princesses, stateswomen, from every corner of the globe. They were powerless to stop us as we stormed their gates and took their women, such is our supreme might!” He roared, exciting the crowd further. He watched as they started to chant the city’s name, Elydria! Elydria! He knew they wouldn’t wait patiently much longer for the main event to begin, It was almost time. He looked up at the night sky, seeing the three sacred orbs arranged in a straight line perfectly above him.

“May our gods accept these noble sacrifices!” He cried out, before stepping over to the first woman, the olive skinned beauty in the toga. She was an almost unfathomable distance from her home now, but she understood what was happening all the same. Her eyes widened in fear and she struggled anew against the pillar, her breasts bouncing up and down until one of them slipped out of the robe. Maxos couldn’t help but grin, he wasn’t partaking in the ritual for his own pleasure but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to enjoy it. He gestured to two of his guards, who took her down from the pillar with ease and rebound her over a marble altar near the front of the ziggurat, spread eagle with her head bent over the other end, so she was looking down at the crowd. Maxos took a large ceremonial dagger from his belt and easily sliced away her robes, her pale skin shining in the moonlight like milk, her pink nipples pointing straight up at the sky. He took a small branch from a pocket in his robe and pulled off a few of the tiny fruits attached to it, swallowing them quickly. The shamans had assured him this would give him the stamina he needed to complete the ritual, and almost immediately he felt the effects, his member growing hard under his robes. With confidence, he stepped up to the helpless, naked woman and grabbed her by the thighs, pulling his clothing up and forcing his cock into her tight pussy. Tears started pouring down her face as she struggled hard, and the crowd exploded into applause and chants of exhilaration. The other women watched in horror as he started fucking her harder, leaning forward and twisting her nipples. The planets would be aligned for at least an hour, he could take as long as he wanted…

Part 6

Silvia

Silvia Salgado pulled hard against her restraints, flexed her muscles harder than she felt like she ever had before, the skin around her wrists turning white against the leather straps that held her down. Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead as her whole body strained but it was no use, she was not getting out. She was sitting back in a large chair, the kind you would find in a physician’s room, only it had been fitted with the bindings she was now struggling against, tough leather bands running over her wrists, her stomach, across the top of her chest and her forehead. Her feet were up in stirrups either side of her, straps across each calf and thigh holding them in place, exposing her crotch completely to the room and leaving her utterly defenceless, she didn’t know against what but she knew it wasn’t going to be good. She had no clothes on but at least those god forsaken toys had been taken out of her after filling her holes for god knows how many hours, while she was transported out of Colombia. She had no idea where she was now, or who she belonged to, her head was fuzzy after the ordeal of the plane ride, having been knocked out with some kind of chemical shortly after being freed from the spool, then waking up strapped into the chair. She was left on her own for quite some time in the otherwise bare room, before an older man walked in and approached her with a smile. He was no thug, dressed in a tailored suit and sporting a designer wristwatch and dark shades.

“Who the fuck are you?” Silvia spat, thrashing against the bindings yet again to accent her demand. The man only looked amused. She guessed from his complexion and the rough amount of time she had spent in the air that they were somewhere in the Middle East.

“They told me you were feisty. I’m glad. That’s how I like them.” He said sickeningly, stepping closer to her, her face only contorting further in anger.

“You have no idea what you’ve done. I know people who are more ruthless and violent than you could imagine, and they will be coming for you.” Silvia spat. It was a half truth, but she had the venom in her words to back it up. Despite this, the man laughed.

“No… I’m afraid you’re quite safely in my hands here. I can see I’m going to have to show you your place though. Luckily I have just the thing.” He said, jovially enough. Silvia sat in silence, she had undergone torture before and she could handle things that most people couldn’t, but this was different, she knew this man had bought her for her body. He didn’t need information, so why was he acting like this? As the thoughts raced through her head, he reached down and picked up a tray that she couldn’t see before, holding it up in view. Silvia’s eyes went wide in horror and her struggling started anew, like a rabid animal. The tray contained a long needle, a handheld clamp, a white cloth, a small vial of liquid and an extensive array of metallic studs, bars and even hoops. Silva recognised them immediately as piercings and she shook her head wildly.

“No, no, no… I won’t let you!” She cried out, but it didn’t phase the man.

“And that is what you must learn now, you don’t have a say anymore. It doesn’t matter whether you let me do anything.” He explained, taking the cloth and dabbing some of the liquid from the vial into the centre. Silvia watched helplessly as he brought it to her left nipple and dabbed it around, wetting the soft brown skin with whatever chemical it was. Her boobs held their shape well at the slight angle she was tilted up at in the chair, the leather straps holding tightly as she struggled against them. Next came the clamp, and although it hurt like all hell when he tightened the ring shaped end around her sensitive bud, she bit her tongue and stayed silent, unable to look away from her chest. When he brought the needle up to her breast, she flexed so hard against the straps that she thought her muscles might tear, but the straps held, and she stopped at the last moment to compose herself and take a deep breath, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of screaming. The pain shot through her body as he pierced her, skewering her nipple before dabbing the blood away. Although it stung, it was nothing she couldn’t handle. The worst part was when he took a large, round hoop from the tray, brass coloured and cold to the touch, sliding it in after the needle and clipping it in place. It was the most humiliating thing she could imagine, a big ring attached to her tit like a handle, like she was a comically exaggerated prostitute. But of course he wasn’t done there, he had to make her match on the other side, and before long he had done exactly that and was gripping the two hoops like a prize, tugging on them painfully and stretching her nipples outwards. She grimaced but still stayed silent, determined to maintain a shred of dignity.

“You can take a lot of pain, that’s for sure. Let’s give you a real test.” He continued, Silvia watching with renewed apprehension as he returned to the tools. It only took him bringing the cloth between her legs for her to realise where the next piercing was going, and she gritted her teeth furiously.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” She snarled, but he only laughed in response. After the cloth came the clamp, and her head spun with pain as he teased out her clit and tightened the metal device around it.

“FUCK!” Silvia groaned, yelling out loud before slowly vocalising into the air, producing noise just to try and alleviate the intense pain coursing through her body. Her clit throbbed as he prepared the needle, and she started to hyperventilate watching it get closer to her. When he finally made the piercing, her screams echoed off the walls and rang in her own ears. Tears sprung into her eyes and her voice became choked and breathy. The needle slid through, and although the hoop he closed around the piercing wasn’t as big as the ones around her tits, it still hung uncomfortably at her crotch, the pain yet to subside. She couldn’t help but scream through the pain, it was as if every nerve in her body was firing at once.

“FUCK YOU! YOU PIECE OF SHIT! YOU MOTHERFUCKER!” She cried out, for no other reason than to release her pent up breath.

“How am I supposed to work with all this noise…” The man muttered. When he was finished with his ‘work’, Silvia’s face was soaked with sweat, her wrists and ankles were red raw from struggling against the bindings and she felt as if she had nothing left inside her. After piercing her nipples and clit, he put another comically large hoop through her nose, then ran a line of studs and rings up her tongue, then put the biggest hoops of all through both her ears. She panted like a defeated animal, then tried to ask him if he was done but the words sounded like slurred nonsense coming from her numb tongue. A few moments later, all it took was a pair of cuffs keeping her wrists bound behind her and the man’s tight hold on a length of rope tied to the clit ring and she was beyond helpless, with the slightest movement he could cause her enough pain that she was reduced to sucking him off as passionately and feverishly as he demanded, which almost pushed her mind to the limits of degradation. Her legs trembled as she crouched with her knees outturned to avoid upsetting the clit piercing, and the man’s massive cock slid down against the metal in her mouth. She had a feeling she would be in this place for a long time…

Rebecca

Rebecca’s ass cheeks were spread wide open by the rough pair of hands behind her. She was bent over a table in a tiny room in a cheap hotel, though she had no idea really where she was. She didn’t think anyone could be as bad as Leon and Yan, but her relief after being sold was short lived. Her new owners were much worse. She wasn’t tied up anymore but every muscle in her body ached, and she did exactly what she was told out of fear of being punished. She along with Abbey’s escort, also sold against her will, were travelling with four men now; massive, terrifying thugs that didn’t seem to speak much English. By day they drove endlessly in an old beat up car with the women in the backseat flanked by two of them, and by night they stayed in tiny hotel rooms where they would take turns using their bodies. But now something different was happening, the men held Rebecca down and spread her ass cheeks wide, before the one behind her spat on her asshole and slid a finger in. She groaned quietly, but it was nothing she wasn’t used to by now. She turned her head back and saw him take something out of a backpack, a small plastic bag filled with a white substance. She immediately knew what it was and where it was going but she was still too terrified to resist, instead just gritting her teeth and closing her eyes. She bit her lip as the man forced the bag into her asshole, burying it deep inside. Tears rolled down her cheeks, both from the pain and the humiliation, but she looked back and her stomach dropped as she watched him reach for another one. She shook her head and started pleading for mercy, but of course this only led to pain, one of the men grabbing her and slamming her back against the table while another held her mouth shut. Then without wasting any more time, the second bag went up her ass, then a third. She sobbed silently into the thick hand over her face as she was stuffed like a mule, helpless to stop them. When they had finally finished the process, she was led out of the room to another one in the same hotel, where she was surprised to see a handful of other women, including Theodora. She could tell right away that they were all there against their will, keeping their heads down, not looking any of the men around them in the eyes, constantly trembling with fear, just like her. Over the next hour they sat her down in front of a mirror and one of the other women did her makeup, first covering the many bruises peppering her body as best she could, then caking her up like a prostitute working the street corner. By the time they were done Rebecca barely recognised herself, and with the constant fear keeping her on edge, the bags of drugs sitting inside her body and the constant aches she started to feel like she was watching someone else live her life, like she didn’t even know who she was anymore. Theodora underwent the same treatment, and she knew they were all being used as mules, they had probably packed the Greek escort’s ass just the same. None of them would sleep in that room, as soon as they were ready they were all loaded into a van outside before they hit the road again.

Elsa

With a wet popping sound, the huge, hard cock slipped out of Elsa’s mouth, drool pouring down her chin and collecting in a little pool in her cleavage. Her tits had been stuffed into an ornate, gem studded pink bra that hugged them tight, a curtain of lace hanging down to cover her midriff. The matching panties barely covered anything, a triangle of fabric that hugged her crotch with a string that ran between her ass cheeks, more lace running down her legs to her ankles. The centrepiece of the ensemble was the corset hugging her stomach, so tight that the edges dug into her flesh, dramatically cinching her waist and accentuating her already dramatic curves to an almost cartoonish degree. Pink and gem studded too, it matched the lingerie, and all together she truly looked like a desert princess. There was even a headpiece, sitting delicately upon her well combed and styled brown hair. Her high heels pointed back behind her as she knelt before her master, the man who had purchased her all those weeks ago, the man whose house she hadn’t left since then. She was treated well as long as she obeyed, she had her own servants and was brought lavish meals, although she was rarely allowed to leave her bedroom. She had been told in no uncertain terms that her job was to be her master’s western concubine, to please him however he wanted and not cause any trouble. She tried to defy him at first of course but any attempt to disobey was met with swift and brutal punishment, so she quickly learnt to accept her position. She still watched and waited for a chance to escape but so far none had appeared, she didn’t appear to be the only slave in the house and there was enough security to keep them all under control. So there she sat, with her jaw open wide and her tongue hanging out, ready to take his cock inside her mouth if he wasn’t done with it, but it had been long enough using her throat as a fuck hole and she knew he would want to move on soon. Sure enough, the well built man, totally naked, lifted her by the shoulders and placed her on her feet. She knew what to do, and so, dutifully, she stepped over to the huge four poster bed next to them and laid down on her back, spreading her legs wide and grabbing her thighs, opening herself up completely to him. Cooperating so easily killed her inside, but every time she thought about resisting, her bruises and welts seemed to flare up and she remembered the pain, remembered that it was easier just to give in. In a moment he was on top of her, pulling her panties to the side and sliding himself into her freshly shaved pussy. She closed her eyes and tried to think of better days, but every thrust brought her back to reality, her fingers struggling to keep a grip on her thick thighs as he got rougher and rougher with her. As he fucked her, he slowly pushed her backwards along the bed, until her head ran out of room and dipped back off the edge, the barred bedroom window coming into view. As he leant forward and pulled her tits out of the bra, kneading them like they were putty, she saw something through the window. There was another house not too far across the way on that side, she had known that already, after all there wasn’t much else to do to keep occupied other than look out the window. It seemed to be another wealthy estate, given the huge fences separating both properties and wide gardens between the buildings, but now she could make out a figure in the window. It took her a moment to figure out exactly what she was looking at, the whole image being upside down, but then she gasped as it came together…

Silvia

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! Each thrust sent a wave of pain coursing through Silvia’s body, as her owner’s massive cock rammed in and out of her asshole like the piston of a great machine. He took his time with long, hard thrusts, knowing nothing was going to interrupt them. She was in a strappado position, with her arms bound excruciatingly tight behind her back and her nipple piercings tied down to the floor, a length of rope looped around her nose piercing keeping her upright as it led up to the ceiling. She couldn’t lean on it of course, so what resulted was her strong thigh muscles twitching as she held herself up with her legs and tried to withstand each heavy slam from behind. A massive ball gag sat between her teeth, spreading her lips wide, and of course the fucker had a tight grip on the rope tied to her clit piercing, gently tugging on it as he enjoyed her ass. She didn’t even feel like a human being, she was nothing more than a drooling mess as she held the position, her ass clenching around his cock each time, despite her attempts to relax her opening. She was used to dissociating during these encounters, barely even taking in the information around her. There no was no point looking around the room, thinking of a plan, she was kept in tight bondage for almost every hour of the day, there simply was no chance of escape. But today something appeared in her vision that she wasn’t expecting, something outside the window she was facing. Was that… The German archaeologist… Elsa Reinhardt… How in the world did she get here? Not that Silvia had a clue where ‘here’ was. She could triangulate it somewhat based on the accents and languages she heard from her owner and his thugs, but it didn’t help just knowing the general region. She didn’t know what to think, there was Elsa, being railed on her back by someone who didn’t look much unlike her own abuser, and just as she was considering whether it might be a consensual encounter, the man slapped the older woman hard across the face and buried his fingers in her mouth. Elsa had seen her too, her eyes had gone wide in recognition, no doubt she was also wondering how this bizarre turn of fate was possible. For a brief moment, hope flooded through Silvia's body, revitalising her, but only a second passed before it drained again. Sure, despite their status as rivals Elsa was probably closer to an ally right now than anyone, but that didn’t change the fact that Silvia was being held prisoner, and it didn’t look like Elsa had much choice either, the windows to the room being barred. Without a way for either of them to escape this was nothing more than a cruel twist of the knife by the gods. Still, the two women stared at each other as they steeled themselves against the remainder of that day’s sexual torture, trying to imagine what was going through the other one’s head.

Rebecca

Sitting down didn’t feel right when her ass was stuffed full of cocaine, but Rebecca had no other choice. To try and take her mind off the sensation she picked at the fishnet stockings she had been forced into, many of the strands broken and hanging loose, matching the state of her dirty black cocktail dress. Her hands were bound in her lap with rough rope, she looked like a whore picked up off the street, and she felt like something even worse, waiting obediently in the back of the dingy van along with the five other women who were all being used in the same way, including Theodora. They had been driving for hours on end, but only five minutes ago had suddenly stopped with no word from the men. There were voices outside in a different language, voices that were calm at first but slowly became louder as the minutes ticked by.

“Do you think they’ll ever let us go? I have a daughter back home…” Theodora muttered, the older Greek woman sitting next to the young American. Talking between them had been strongly discouraged up to this point and Rebecca didn’t care to push the rules, but it did seem like the men were occupied at that moment.

“They can’t keep us like this forever, I’m an American citizen for God’s sake. Once we’re done with whatever this is we’ll be able to leave, I’m sure of it.” Rebecca answered, trying to sound confident despite the fact that she didn’t even believe what she was saying. After all she had told only a handful of people where she was going, and that was thousands of miles from wherever they were now. Fresh tears started to roll down Theodora’s face and Rebecca couldn’t help but join her. She was about to say something else when she was suddenly interrupted by a loud noise.

The women all flinched as a gunshot suddenly rang out, followed by yelling, followed by more gunshots. They huddled together inside the van, terrified and clueless as more shots rang out. A chorus of screams erupted as a bullet tore through the cabin above them, and Rebecca silently pleaded for her life. Just as suddenly as the chaos had begun, the van engine turned back on and they took off again, rapidly gaining speed and swerving erratically. The girls yelled out in fear and shock with each lurch of the cabin, falling over each other and trying to hold onto something with their bound wrists. There was more yelling from outside, then more gunshots, then suddenly the world turned upside down as the van rolled over, the women landing in a painful heap and the back door falling off its hinges. Rebecca looked out into the night in a daze… Had the thugs been stopped by police or border guards? She started to feel relief before she saw a few of the women getting to their feet and making a run for it, kicking off their heels and sprinting through the dirt into the darkness. Something told her they were making the right decision, after all it was unlikely the police would hear her out, her story was so unbelievable at this point, not to mention all the cocaine buried in her asshole. With her leg muscles wavering, she got to her feet and prepared to run as well. Before she took off she turned and saw Theodora crouched down in the dirt, looking around her with a bewildered look, her head bleeding at the side. Despite herself, she ran forward and grabbed the older woman by the shoulder, dragging her up and along as she started to sprint.

“Run!” She hissed, kicking off her heels and sprinting forward, Theodora doing the same in her dazed state. The women ran until their legs burned and they felt like they  were going to pass out. Rebecca had no clue how long it had been but she couldn’t see or hear any of what they had run from. She looked around, it was pitch black, only the stars above were visible, and a faint sliver of a moon. Mentally and physically exhausted, the poor American crouched down, reaching behind and coaxing the first bag out of her tight opening, her wrists still bound, while the Greek escort collapsed in an exhausted heap.

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