Author’s Note: This reblog re-presents Part 3 of the classic ATR story “The Ternish Betrayal”. You can buy the complete saga right now as an e-book from my creator site for only $3.99 USD! (Click here to view in store.)

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Harmony wiggled her ass hopefully at the Gartish soldier, and hoped he would rape her – but he was more interested in the big-titted redhead across the street, and barely even noticed Harmony. Harmony sighed, and turned away to look for the man who had used her yesterday. He was violent, and had left her bruised, but at least he had been eager.

Life in the border town of Clemence had changed dramatically in only four months. Ever since Slut-Queen Kissy had sold out the nation of Terna to the Gartish Empire to satisfy her whorish need to be raped by the Emperor, Gart had taken increasing liberties with the Ternish people.

Clemence lay directly on the border between Gart and Terna, and therefore it was the key staging point for the Gartish occupation. Thousands of soldiers had come through the small farming town on their way to take up posts in the capital and outlying lands. 

The volume of troops was so large, they had taken over the town completely. Elsewhere in Terna, locals were expected to barrack Gartish troops in their houses, but in Clemence the soldiers had turned the locals out completely, taking full ownership of every building in town. The men of the town had been immediately pressed into service, enlisted in the Gartish army, and sent out to remote postings. The women, however, had received another fate.

First, they had had their clothing stripped from them – ostensibly because the Gartish army needed the cloth to make tents and bedrolls for their soldiers, although Harmony wasn’t sure what kind of tent could have been built with her lacy panties. Then, as the female population of Clemence huddled nude in the town square, futilely attempting to cover their tits and cunts with their hands, the Gartish had set about the task of finding them somewhere to sleep.

The largest structure in Clemence was the kennels. The town had been famous throughout Terna for breeding pedigree guard dogs and hunting dogs, and the kennels housed cages for hundreds of animals. 

Having turned the women of Clemence out of their houses, the Gartish had found them alternate accommodation – in the kennels. Each night, each woman was locked into a cage with one of the dogs, and let out in the morning. The cages weren’t big enough to stand up in, so the women would be forced to stay on all fours. If a girl was very lucky, the dog she was locked in with wouldn’t be male, and if she was only mildly lucky, it wouldn’t be horny, but some of the Gartish soldiers seemed to be deliberately training the hounds to use human women for their satisfaction, so the odds got worse every night.

In the morning, the women were fed the same unappealing slop as the dogs – which they would need to eat naked, on all fours, in their cages.

The women were let out during the day – but still naked, with no belongings or shelter, in a town full of soldiers, the women were reluctant to leave their cages. Those who did were, inevitably, raped by laughing soldiers.

But then the women discovered something unexpected. The Gartish Emperor had, in his generosity, specified that any woman who was raped by one of his soldiers other than in accordance with Ternish law was entitled to be compensated. Girls who were raped could report to the local quartermaster, and receive a cash payment of gold.

And with gold, a girl could buy real food. With gold, a girl could buy lodgings for the night – not a bed for herself, because all the beds were taken, but she could buy the privilege of sharing a bed with one of the soldiers. And if the soldier raped the girl in the night, that would pay for half of the accommodation all by itself!

And so the more enterprising girls – like Harmony – now actively attempted to get raped during the daylight hours. A particularly rapeable girl could be used upwards of 10 times a day, and have not only enough money to pay for food and a bed, but actually make a profit – and given that none of the soldiers used protection, Harmony had judged that putting aside a little profit in the event of a pregnancy was a wise precaution.

Harmony went past the town square. Here, four large cages had been erected, and within them were the town’s lesbians. The lesbians had been offered a special deal by the soldiers – if they spent the days publicly raping other girls for the entertainment of the men, they would be fed a better quality of food, and while they would still be raped by a man once each day, to make sure they understood their place, the rest of the day they would be protected from men’s cocks.

Harmony’s younger sister Jade was up there now. The soldiers had brought her pretty blonde Kella, who Jade had always had an unrequited crush on, and Jade was straddling the girl’s face and forcing her to lick Jade’s pussy. The look of lust on Jade’s face made Harmony blush. Harmony had so far avoided being given to the lesbians, but the thought came to her that if the occupation lasted long enough, some day the soldiers would give her to her own sister, and make Jade rape her just as she was raping Kella…

Suddenly, a hand grabbed Harmony’s naked tit and squeezed. Harmony squealed, and went still. A soldier had grabbed her. He was bald, scarred, and muscular. Harmony hadn’t seen him before – he must be newly arrived.

“What’s this?” he growled. “A bitch cunt walking upright?”

“I’m sorry, sir!” Harmony said immediately. “I’ll crawl for you, if it pleases you!”

“You’ll suck for me, you mean,” he spat. He pulled downwards on her nipple, making her fall to her knees, and then took out his cock. It was long and hard. Harmony went to take it into her mouth, but he made a game of teasing her with it, slapping it against her cheeks and forehead and making her chase it with her mouth before finally getting her lips around it. She began to obediently suck.

“Let’s test your reflexes, bitch,” laughed the man, and slapped her hard on the cheek. Harmony winced, but was carefully to keep her jaws apart. The touch of teeth on a man’s cock was an offence punishable by torture or death. 

“Good slut,” growled the man, pleased.

Harmony blushed. It had been an embarrassing discovery, under the new regime, to find that she was actually *aroused* by this kind of mistreatment. Her cunt was already wettening, and being called a slut made her involuntarily squeeze her legs together happily. She knew it was disgusting that she should *enjoy* this treatment, but she just couldn’t help it.

The man whose cock she was sucking called out to a friend.

“Oi!” he said. “This bitch looks like she’s enjoying herself! Bring us some of the chasteners, Saul!”

Harmony couldn’t see “Saul” approaching, but moments later she felt hands on her hips, lifting her ass up, and she let herself be pulled into a position on all fours, ass up, still sucking the first soldier’s dick. She felt hands part her thighs, and blushed further with anticipation of having her cunt fucked – but then she squealed! Saul had attached a tight metal clamp on her clitoris! Then she squealed again as he removed his hand – there was a weight hanging from the clamp, which now fell straight downwards, jerking painfully on her clit!

It got worse a moment later as Saul reached under her chest and put another weighted clamp on each nipple. Harmony moaned with pain, still sucking the cock in her mouth. 

“That’s right,” said the first soldier. “A slut should be in pain during sex.”

Saul laughed. “You said it, Komar. Reckon I’ll use the bitch too, if you don’t mind.”

“Go for it,” said the first soldier (presumably Komar), and moments later, Harmony felt Saul lift her ass upwards, off the ground, and then push his cock into her pussy.

She was suspended completely off the ground now. She had to use her hands to grip Komar’s waist to support her, as she sucked his dick, and her nose bumped Komar’s waist every time Saul thrust into her cunt from behind. The weights on her tits and clit swung back and forwards agonisingly on every thrust. She moaned with a mixture of pain and slutty need.

“Look at the slut go!” exclaimed Komar, and slapped her face again. When he did, it pushed Harmony over the edge, and she orgasmed, and when she heard them start to laugh at her – orgasming, nude, while being tortured and gang-raped – she orgasmed a second time from the humiliation.

Soon, Komar reached his own orgasm, and filled her mouth with his cum, and then Saul ejaculated into her womb. The soldiers put her down, and wiped their cocks clean on her face, but when she went to remove their clamps, Saul said, “No, leave those on, bitch. You can take them off when it’s time to go back in your cage.”

Harmony blushed. The clamps hurt – but they had definitely increased the intensity of the sex, and if she was to pay for bedding AND food today, she would need to be used by at least another three men before nightfall. “Thank you, sir, for the rape… and for the clamps,” she said – and she meant it. 

The soldiers laughed again, and Harmony headed off to the quartermaster to claim her compensation for her first daily raping. Her mind was full of possibilities. The soldiers who had just used her were new in town – which meant there might be other new soldiers too. New men to fuck – new men to be raped by…

And even though it made the weight hanging from her breasts and clitoris bounce painfully, there was a little spring in her step as she made her way down the street…

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