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It was a good thing that Tilly was magically compelled to love Aylee, because otherwise she might have resented Aylee’s command that she seduce and fuck the gate guard, given what happened next.
The plan started well enough. All three girls were filled with excitement, because they all knew that if Aylee’s plan worked, by sunrise the next day they would have escaped Vass forever. Of course, they didn’t know the full details of Aylee’s plan. Aylee thought it best that they knew as little as possible, in case they were somehow compelled to betray her by some male authority. But they knew that escape was coming – and that their destination was Maratar, known as “the Abomination” because it was a land where women were allowed to walk free.
The first step in their daily journey was the Embassy of Dhalg, where all three girls took part in servicing the horse-like Nightsteeds, as they had on each day of the recent past. As Aylee sucked the cock of one beast, she thought she heard it whicker intelligible words in its low, monstrous voice – “slut”, and then “bitch” – and she remembered again that it was said these creatures were more intelligent than human females, and capable of speaking, if they found reason to do so.
When she had had her fill of piss from the beast’s cock, and the other girls had been bathed in the sperm of the other Nightsteeds, they left – but rather than locking the gate to the stables, as they were meant to do, Aylee instead bound the catch with a loose piece of string, which she passed through the gate and secured against a nail. A pull on the string from the outside would unlatch the gate from the inside – even if the gate had been used again, or even locked.
Their next stop was supposed to be the Battery, but instead they had a detour planned – to the Yellow Gate in the city wall. And, just like every day, the same young, handsome guard was on duty here, standing at attention outside a small stone guardhouse built into the city wall. His eyes tracked Tilly’s alchemically-enlarged tits as the attractive blonde Orhanian girl approached him.
Normally the girls walked past without acknowledging the attention – but today, in accordance with Aylee’s plan, Tilly changed course, and walked directly towards the guardhouse. A second guard watched her idly from within the stone building, but it was the man outside whose eyes were locked on Tilly’s breasts.
“Hello, sir,” said Tilly, as she drew near to the gate. “I see you watch me each day.”
The guard ran his eyes up and down Tilly’s body, over her smart uniform – the standard issue for women of the Orhanian military – with its cut-out panels to expose her tits and groin. Hana and Aylee had done their best to lick the Nightsteed cum off her face and breasts, to make her more appealing, and Aylee thought they had done a good job.
“I do watch you,” said the guard, “and I can’t help but think that a foreign bitch like you would benefit from some virile Vass cock in her fuckhole.”
Tilly blushed. She wasn’t truly eager to fuck this man, but she was used to being the plaything of military men, and her synthetic love for Aylee made her submissive to Aylee’s design.
“I probably would benefit from that, sir,” she said. “Would you like to educate me on the merits of local dick?”
“I would,” said the soldier.
Tilly smiled and stepped towards him, reaching out to caress his groin – but to her surprise, the soldier slapped her, and then turned her around to face the wall of the guardhouse.
“Your first lesson is that dickless Orhanian men may cosset you and give you ‘ranks’ and ‘duties’, but the men of Vass know how to treat women like the rapemeat they are,” snarled the guard. “In fact, we have a special station here for fucking bitches like you. Do you see it?”
Tilly did. Two items had been affixed to the exterior wall of the guardhouse, on a kind of sliding track that allowed their height to be adjusted. The lower of the two was a strip of short, sharp spikes – not long enough to pierce flesh, but sharp and wicked enough that Tilly did not want them near her exposed skin. And the second was a large dildo, near to Tilly’s head height.
“Please, sir…” began Tilly – but that was all she could say. The guard wasn’t interested in listening to her, and put a hand over her mouth.
“Edharl!” shouted the guard, calling to his partner in the guardhouse. “Prepare the bitch station!”
The second guard sighed, and stepped out of the guardhouse. “The sergeant will have your ass if he hears you’ve had your cock out on duty again, Wilger,” he said. “Are you sure about this?”
“The sergeant won’t know unless some ass-licking shitpants tells him,” said the first guard – Wilger. “And you’re not an ass-licking shitpants, are you, Edharl?”
Edharl sighed. “Fine,” he said. “I’ll prepare your fuck-station.”
Edharl grasped the spiked strip and the dildo and slid them on the moving track, before doing something that seemed to lock them into place. The strip was now aligned with Tilly’s breasts, and the dildo with her mouth.
“And spice it up,” instructed Wilger. “I want this bitch to truly buck.”
Edharl sighed again. He vanished back into the guardhouse, and returned with a jar of orange ointment. He opened the jar, and slathered a good amount of the ointment over the tip of the dildo.
Tilly made some noises beneath the guard’s hand – but Aylee and Hana, watching from a small distance away, couldn’t tell if they were noises of fear or curiosity.
“Well, that’s that,” said Edharl. “Enjoy yourself, for what it’s worth.” And he vanished back into the guardhouse.
Wilger needed no further encouragement. He removed his hand from Tilly’s mouth, and pushed the blonde Orhanian girl forwards. Tilly quickly saw that she was about to be smacked in the face by the dildo, and – in accordance with long years of conditioning to accept a cock when it was put in front of her – she opened her jaws and took the dildo into her mouth.
She immediately regretted it. The ointment on the dildo was a kind of spicy pepper – and her mouth was now full of it. Her eyes immediately began to water, and she tried to pull her head back – but Wilger was having none of it. He was hard behind her, and there was no room to pull away. She also tried to scream, but her mouth was fully plugged by the artificial cock.
At the same time, her breasts made contact with the spikes, and she felt agony as the evil little spikes pushed into her titflesh. They would not puncture her – not unless she struggled a great deal – but they hurt like crazy.
And as she began to process the pain, Wilger the guard slipped his cock into her fuckhole from behind.
The street near the gate was busy, and although not every passer-by paid attention to Tilly’s plight – it was hardly unusual to see a woman being raped in public – some men, and a few women, had stopped to spectate Tilly’s torture.
An older man with a white beard was one such spectator, and he was standing behind Aylee and Hana as they watched Tilly’s violation.
“What are you doing, girls?” he berated them suddenly, making them jump. “Have you forgotten the lessons of Slutt? When good girls watch a harlot being raped, they finger their pussies, to show their approval and enjoyment.”
“Sorry, sir,” both girls chorused instinctively. They had indeed learned that lesson, in their early religious education, but had rarely used it until now as their father had generally allowed them to hurry by any public rapings without stopping to watch. But as they looked around, they saw that the couple of women who were spectating were obligingly lifting their dresses to stroke their cunts, and Aylee and Hana obediently did likewise.
It was impossible to tell if Tilly was enjoying her rape. The wet slapping sounds that emanated from her pussy with each thrust of Wilger’s cock indicated that she was very aroused – but Tilly had told Aylee that Orhanian women were well-trained to grow wet from abuse. On the other hand, Tilly still seemed to be trying to yell, and/or extricate the spicy cock from her mouth. Her wiggles and struggles seemed to only arouse Wilger further. And Aylee knew that Tilly’s breasts must be in agony. After all, the alchemical process that had enlarged them to such balloon-like size had also increased their sensitivity.
The thought of Tilly’s pain and violation made Aylee dripping wet. It was hard to keep her mind on the plan, instead of just vigorously fingerfucking herself to the edge of an orgasm that she wasn’t permitted to have. She felt guilty and dirty for having such a reaction to the rape of a girl she loved – and yet, she couldn’t help herself. The more Tilly hated what was happening to her, the harder Aylee’s cunt throbbed with need.
Wilger fucked Tilly harder with every thrust, forcing the hot dildo down her throat, and crushing her tits against the spikes. The more she wiggled, the harder he fucked her – until, finally, he pushed her up against the wall, his whole body shaking – and then let go of her. His cock slipped from her pussy, trailing sperm, and it was clear that he had finally ejaculated inside of her.
Tilly immediately pulled away from the wall. One of her hands went to clutch her poor, tortured sex-melons, while the other clawed at her mouth, trying futilely to get the burning hot sauce out of her mouth.
“Oh, does it burn, bitch?” laughed the guard. “Would you like it in your pussy as well?”
Tilly’s eyes went wide – but Wilger was already laughing.
“No, I’ve had enough fun with you,” he said. “If you want to wash the taste of the cock out of your face-cunt, then kneel, and open your mouth.”
Tilly obediently knelt on the cobblestones, and Wilger pointed his cock at her mouth. A few moments later, he was pissing, his hot urine spurting into Tilly’s mouth, and Tilly obediently let his piss flood her mouth, and then flow out and run down over her oversized tits.
As his flow began to ebb, Aylee saw her chance. She ran over as Tilly was swallowing her last mouthful of piss, and knelt beside her lover. She reached out and clutched at the soldier’s pants.
“Please, sir,” she said, “may I clean your piss off my cousin?”
Wilger laughed. “Aye,” he said. “Lick the bitch clean.”
And Aylee did as she was bade, turning towards Tilly and beginning to lick the yellow liquid from her face and breasts.
Tilly immediately leaned forward and kissed Aylee – and Aylee’s tongue revolted as it tasted the last remnants of the evil spicy ointment. She realised that this was Tilly’s revenge for being forced into fucking the guard – and a revenge that must have taken a lot, in order to overcoming her magical love for Aylee.
Aylee was not about to accept such rebellion. She slapped Tilly across the face immediately, hard, and instantly Tilly was once again repentant, submissive, and loving.
“I’m sorry, mistress,” she whispered.
“Don’t do it again,” Aylee replied. “You love me, remember?”
But then she looked Tilly in the eyes, and held up her left hand – the hand that had stayed curled in a fist, even as her right hand had slapped her lover.
Tilly’s eyes were seeking, questioning.
Aylee nodded.
She had what they had come for – the item that Wilger had never noticed her take from his belt, when she had reached out for his pants. The item that was essential to their plan.
The key to the Yellow Gate.
She looked Tilly in the eyes, and she could see that Tilly knew.
They had what they needed. For good or for evil, they were committed now.
The escape was on.
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