Age of Darkness - Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Helena and Takara's Ordeal

Helena threw her head side to side, long blonde hair flying, as she wailed and screamed, feeling the ogre's cock pushing ever deeper into her pussy. She kicked her long, sexy legs uselessly, as the huge rapist pumped her up and down on his massive cock.

All around, she saw hundreds of orcs, goblins, ogres, demons and even traitorous human mercenaries, all waiting their turn with her tight, hairless cunny or gorgeous arse. Her screams and sobs, and the way her full, round tits bounced and shook with her helpless struggles made the gathered more eager than ever.

Nearby, she saw she was not alone in this ordeal. Held in the grip of one of the biggest demons she had ever seen was a female half-demon with a sinfully perfect body. She had huge, gravity defying tits, perfect arse, slender waist, long, sexy legs, and a perfect, hairless mound. Her fiery red hair was flying as she shook her head side to side, screaming and shrieking as the demon's twin cocks rammed into her pussy and arse at the same time.

She tried to take some comfort in knowing that Castle Sunfire was impenetrable to Olar's forces, and that her dear, sweet Martin was safe. But any such thoughts were soon dispatched by the agony of the ogre's cock pounding into her, and all she could do was scream.

"AHHH!! UUUH!! UUUH!! NOOOO!! STOOOP!!" She wailed and cried, over and over, even as the ogre's pounding thrusts grew faster, signalling his approaching climax.

As the surviving Paladins returned through the castle gates, Martin looked over each Paladin with growing anxiety. So many of them had died fighting off the demons of Olar's army, including, it seemed, the commander himself. But, as selfish as it made him feel, his thoughts were on one Paladin in particular... one who he didn't see riding back through the gates.

When the gate was closed behind the last Paladin, and they had gathered in the courtyard, he ran down to meet them, fearful. "Where is Lady Helena!?"

The survivors all looked at each other, grim-faced. The bond between Lady Helena and her young squire, even if it was actually innocent, was well known among the Paladins. One of them turned to Martin, sighing, “I am sorry, Squire Martin, but she is gone.”

Martin clenched his fists. “Is she... dead? Or was she captured?”

“It does not matter, Martin,” The new Knight Commander ordered. “Even if she is still alive, we cannot spare the men to mount a rescue. Castle Sunfire is now the only remaining bastion of the Light, and we must send for reinforcements.”

She was captured then. Martin simply nodded, not trusting himself to speak. He returned to his duties, but there was a determination in his eyes that concerned the Knight Commander.

Takara and Helena had track of time, as they were raped over and over. They were now both bent over a log, next to each other, sobbing and crying as a seemingly endless line of orcs, goblins, ogres and traitorous humans pounded eager cocks into their hairless cunts or perfect arses. So much cum had been pumped into them that the goo flowed out around the cocks with each thrust. But the rapists didn't seem to care. Each and every male was determined to rape those perfect bodies at least once.

Helena turned to the half-demon woman beside her, being brutally raped by an ogre, and felt compassion for a former enemy. Perhaps seeking her own comfort as well, she reached a hand out to grasp the half-demon.

Takara had her eyes shut tight, screaming in agony as an ogre rammed its thick cock into her. Suddenly, she felt a gentle, soft hand cover hers. She pried open her eyes and turned to see the beautiful, kind face of the paladin being raped besides her. Despite all she had been through, there was real faith and hope in those eyes, something Takara had never seen before. And yet it touched something inside, a part of her that she had tried to lock away, lest it make her weak before her father and his minions.

A sudden pause from the ogre was followed with a pulse from his cock as strands of cum pumped into her. Her circumstances suddenly returned to her consciousness and she closed her eyes, whimpering in defeat.

Helena, meanwhile, had started to chant the Paladin's Creed, between screams and sobs, drawing on it for the strength to endure this ordeal. She was determined not to let these monsters break her. “The Night... AAAH!! ... is... UH!... long... But the Sun.... AAAAGHHH!... will Rise! UHHH!!!”

Under the cover of darkness, Martin crept through the castle courtyard. He knew that his duty demanded he stay, but his lady Helena, and the thoughts of what she might be going through, haunted him. The beautiful, kind and wise woman was his world, and he was not about to let her suffer any more than she had to.

He had equipped himself for speed and stealth over strength, knowing that survival in this age of darkness required cunning, wit and fortitude. With that in mind, he had forgone the heavier plate armour the paladin's prefered for a lighter gambeson. It would still offer decent protection against blade and claw. He brought a longsword, comfortable in one or both hands, and a couple daggers. Finally, he had grabbed a soldier's knapsack, carrying rations and other supplies he might need on his fool's errand.

He stopped at a section of the wall that was unguarded. He attached a rope to a grappling hook, and biting his lip in concentration, twirled it a few times then threw it over the battlement, flinching at the clang it made. He hugged the wall, waiting for a couple of seconds, then, when no-one seemed to notice, tugged the rope to make sure it was secure, and climbed up and over the battlement.

Looking down at the moat below, Martin took a steadying breath, making sure everything was secure, he dove off the wall. He sank for a few moments, hoping the splash went unheard, before steadying himself and swimming to the far shore. He whispered thanks that Helena had insisted he learn how to swim in full armour and gear. He crawled onto the bank and with one last look back at Castle Sunfire, slipped away into the night.

From his room in one of the highest towers of the castle, Knight Commander Khaled watched the figure of Martin making his way over the wall. Nearby, his valet, Uthyr, an elderly man who had served several Knight Commanders in his life, asked, “Are you certain letting him go is wise, Sire?”

“Probably not,” The recently promoted Knight-Commander sighed. “But I think trying to hold him here, against the strictures of his heart, would be even less wise. Better one man who serves willingly, then ten who serve under duress and protest, as my grandfather would say.” He watched the young squire until he dissapeared over the wall, muttering, “Light guide your steps, Martin...”

A day and night had passed, and finally, the evil army was satisfied, for now. Helena and Takara had then been thrown into a large cage on the back of a cart pulled by oxen. No doubt it was intended to hold many more prisoners the horde would have taken had they succeeded in their seige.

Helena whispered to the half-demon, who was lying curled on the floor, sobbing. “What's your name?”

The red-haired woman looked up at the beautiful paladin, and whispered, “Takara.”

“I'm Helena. These used to be men under your command?”

Takara sat up, hugging her knees to her chest. “I foolishly believed so, but one failed seige... and well....”

A part of Helena wanted to hate the half-demon, wanted to tell her that she deserved far worse for what she had done.. But she knew it would help neither of them. Takara had suffered more than anyone deserved, even if she was a daughter of the Abyss. “Do you know where they are taking us?”

Takara nodded, her tone one of fearful resignation. “To the nearest Olarite city. There'll be a portal there, and the demons will take us into the Abyss to be eternal rapeslaves. A paladin and the failed daughter of Olar himself will both he highly valued.”

Helena shuddered. “Then we need to escape before then,” she whispered.

She was about to say more, when a shadow loomed over them. They both looked up... and their hearts sank as they saw the hulking demon that had first raped Takara. By virtue of raw power, he had become leader of the army after Takara's demotion.

“Oh gods, no, please, not again!” Helena sobbed, as the cage was opened, and both she and Takara were grabbed around thier slender waists by the demon-general's huge clawed hands.

Takara kicked and screamed, her still torn wings flapping uselessly with desparate struggle. Then both women found themselves facing each other, squished together as the huge demon held both of them as one. Then he lowered them onto his monstrous dual cocks.

Pressed together, full tits squashing against each other, they instinctively hugged each other for support. Both women screamed in agony against each others shoulders as they felt the huge cocks push into their hairless cunts. The demon's huge hands held their supple waists as it pounded into them, even as the army continued its journey south. The grunts and sobs and wails of the raped women serving as a chorus of suffering for the evil servants of Olar to enjoy. The women held each other, even as the cocks plowed their pussies, pushing through their cervix with each thrust, making them scream louder and louder.

Half an hour of travel later, the demon's cocks suddenly stopped deep inside the two women. They sobbed as they felt the cocks throb and spew thick, hot cum to fill them. The general then pulled them off his cocks and releassed them on the ground.

Takara, shaken and sobbing in defeat, suddenly felt herself lifted to stand, sandwiched between two orcs. One of them cocks pushed his cock into her sodden pussy while the other pressed his cock into her ass. Grunting in pain, she turned to see Helena on her back. The paladin's legs were pushed back against her chest as a human soldier thrust his cock in and out of her smooth, wet cunt. As the two women screamed and wailed into sky, the army started to line up, ready to fuck these perfect bodies again.

Continued in Chapter 3