Disclaimer: this is a work of fantasy and should be treated as such. Real rape is a heinous crime that deserves to be punished to the full extend of the law. If you do not recognize the difference between reality and fantasy, you also lack the maturity to read this story.
Sending a message
“I have a very bad feeling a bout this.” Constable Brian Donahue said to his partner. It wasn’t the first time he had made this profound declaration that day. But no matter how often this statement was met by his partner’s coldest glare, the sight of the raging mass of people made him queasy.
“Loosen up buddy, we have this in hand, worst case we get to crack some skulls open” his partner Constable Constantia Grayson replied. She was one of the toughest constables on the Duke’s Peace keepers. Some adventurous comrades had tried to call her Connie over the years, supposedly their families now were receiving death benefits. That were at least the stories Donahue had been told when joining the force and becoming her partner. He was almost certain those stories were not true. But his partner were a true redhead with the mercurial temper that went with it, she also had a mean streak a mile wide.
“Let’s just hope everything goes according to plan.” Donahue muttered,
“You heard the commander, the plan is sound, everything will be going just peachy.”
A few hours earlier the crisp voice of the Watch commander had cut through the babble of the assembled peace keepers. “Sit down, shut up and listen up! The Duke in his infinite wisdom has decreed that each citizen with complaints can make them heard. It has come to my attention that a few rabble rousers intend to abuse this right today, and form some kind of protest on the market. It is our job to protect the peace, so I want all of you out there in full gear. So when this gets out of control, as it inevitably will, we will crush this as swiftly and effectively as possible.”
He started to point at various little side roads leading away from the market place. “I want a pair of constables, here, here, here and here. blocking of the ways. So if this whole show is going to move the only way off will be towards the warehouse district. That way we will able to funnel them all to this stretch of rad without any outlets, other than the warehouse entries, which will be locked. So if it becomes necessary 10 constables armed with ether gauntlets will be able to dispense the Duke’s justice quickly and with a minimum of property damage.”
“Sir, should we all arm with ether gauntlets?” a younger recruit asked
“That will be quite unnecessary.” the commander said sternly, hiding the fact that the thought of green recruits handling the more deadly devices. “When I was younger, all a peace keeper needed was a stern face, the uniform and a firm voice. And if that is not enough you always have your batons. We will send this rabble a message, a message they will understand loud and clear.”
The baton was standard peace keeper equipment, a staunch staff of oak, 2 feet long and a good 2 inches in diameter. The operating principle had always been that an unconscious citizen was keeping the peace quite marvelously.
Overall the appearance of the peace keepers in their black uniforms with the ducal silver swords on the collars, stroke usually fear into the heart of the citizenry. Also the toughs in the harbor district, tended to avoid to go toe to toe with a peace keeper in a fair fight, something the peace keepers tried to avoid in the first place.
So now Donahue and Grayson stood with their boiled leather armor in the side alley way observing the mob getting more and more agitated. Donahue was incredibly relived that so far he hadn’t seen any serious steel on the crowd. Most men carried some kind of knife or a cudgel, but nobody seemed to carry a sabre or cutlass. This meant their armor would be an effective protection, something not guaranteed against heavier weaponry. Thank god those folks didn’t have access to gauntlets, as their was no protection at all against those. The crowd started to move, but every time some of them wandered towards their alley, the sight of the two armored constables convinced them quickly to change direction. It looked as if the commander’s plan was working. Donahue just hoped the crowd would see sense and submit to the Duke’s justice, or else this could get pretty messy.
Behind him he heard a grunt and the sound of a body falling to the ground. As he swiveled around on his heel, something hit him on the top of his skull and the whole world turned dark.
When he regained consciousness he was sitting leaned against a wagon wheel with his hands fixed behind his back to the wheel, apparently using one of his own shackles. Shaking his head to clear the haziness from it. They seemed to be in some kind of a warehouse with a compacted clay floor. He saw a five men standing in the shadows bandannas tied in front of their faces, apparently watching them. On the ground he saw a black clad figure with coppery red hair. They had used more shackles on Grayson, tying her hands to her ankles, with her boots removed. The way she was bound caused her to lie on her belly with her face pressed into the dirt. their leather armor lay discarded on the floor.
She was apparently regaining consciousness as well, as she first started to groan and shake, but quickly starting to curse as she discovered that she was bound and helpless. The stream of expletives was quite long, and to Donahure’s surprise she never repeated herself. At one point one of the waiting men stepped closer and kicked her viciously in the side “Shut up!”. It wasn’t certain if he had knocked the wind out of her, or if his words had gotten through to her, but for the moment she did stop her yelling.
“Very good, we are going to spend some time together and you better going to do what you are told. And when you are told.”
“Release me now, and this doesn’t need to get ugly.” Grayson’s voice sounded quite confident. Nobody hearing it would have guessed that she was lying helpless on her belly, and not standing with a weapon in her hand.
“Don’t be ridiculous, we attacked not only one but two of the Duke’s constables. That is an offense carrying the death penalty, and the Duke tends to make those memorable to discourage the general population. So I don’t see how my situation could get any worse, even if I would fuck you in the ass, while drowning you in a puddle of piss. Now move said ass and get up on your knees!”
“You are bluffing, you wouldn’t dare killing a constable.” She sounded defiant, but there was a hint of uncertainty in her voice.
Grayson couldn’t see the man, she heard the rustling of clothes. The next thing she heard was something liquid hitting the ground only inches from her face. She jerked her head away as some warm drops hit her face. But with wide eyes she saw a puddle forming in a hollow of the floor. She had always know that death in the Duke’s service might be her fate, but that had always been a heroic concept, the thought of such an undignified end galvanized her in the belief that she wanted to live, no matter the cost. She began to struggle and to squirm, trying to get onto her knees, but making no real progress. The man seemed to understand her difficulties.
“ Let me give you a hand.”
The relief at this was very short lived as the hand he offered, grabbed her by the hair and pulled her painfully up. Finally on her knees she found the position only marginally more dignified. as her hands shackled to her ankles, caused her to either press her chest forward.
“What do you want?” gasped when the pain had subsided.
“Justice” the single word was cold as ice. He pulled his bandanna down “Last year you and a squad of Constables, performed a raid on my home. Only my wife was home. You goons kicked in the door and arrested her for some trumped up charges of being part of a rebellion. You personally stripped her of all her clothes and performed a in depth search before leading her naked out of the house into a caged transport. After she was released, for being innocent she was able to talk to me about some of what she had experienced. Not all, never all, she constantly broke out in tears while relating some of the horrors. But I got the picture, I started to take an interest in those raiding parties, and learned that in quite a few cases, when you were involved only female prisoners were taken.”
“It’s standard practice to have a female officer present when there is the possibility of a female prisoner. having a male officer do the search would not meet propriety…”
She didn’t get any further as his hand slapped her hard in the face “Propriety? I talked with my wife, I talked with other husbands, the way you touched them the things you did to them, they had never even would have considered allowing to their husbands. Don’t you dare talking about propriety to me. But let’s get you properly prepared.”
At this he brandished a very sharp looking dagger. Without any haste, and ignoring her protests, he started to slice at the sturdy cloth of her uniform tunic. The other men rapidly stepped closer as well and joined him. This was clearly a planned before, as they methodically shredded each bit of her clothing, leaving only her collar in place, showing the insignia of her trade. They stopped for a moment in their work as they found her chest tightly wrapped in multiple strips of cloth. Something the sharp knives found to be no obstacle. The surprise was the size of her breasts that became apparent when this disguise was cut of. She clearly had tried to hide the size under the uniform, appearing very well proportioned. But now she displayed two large meaty globes, sagging under their weight, the dark brown nipples prominent in the middle of large areolas.
The men didn’t stop long to grope them, but continued to destroy the rest of her clothing. Commenting on each discovery as crudely as they could. Making sure she knew what they thought about such pair of udders on a pig like her. Or the unusual sight of a full bush of red pubic hair. She tried to protest a few times, but was either silenced by slaps or meaningful glances towards the wet floor,
The men started to grope her, digging their hands in the luscious red her both on her head and between her legs.
“Well this is a very nice and soft pelt you got here”
“Please, don’t do this” she whimpered.
“I told you to shut up, the only time you should open your mouth is to please a man. Actually lets start with that. Who want to have first dips on this mouth boys.”
The response were negative.
“See little one, everyone here is to smart to put something precious into that trashy mouth of yours. But I promised you cock, and cock you will have. Prepare her partner!”
Tow of the men grabbed Donahure’s legs, and spread them apart. While a third used his dagger to cut a large swatch of cloth from his uniform pants, exposing his cock and ass to the assembled people.
:“if she is to suck that little worm, she won’t even need to put her teeth apart.” one of the men, commented prodding the bound constable’s appendage with his boot. The comment and treatment were not enticing it to become more prominent.
“Perhaps she needs to get a better look first.” at this they pushed Grayson, so that she fell face first into Donahure’s crotch. Another painful experience for both of them. Grayson felt disgusted, by the experience, she always had preferred the nimble finger and clever tongues of women to the brutish behavior of men. And now it would appear that the first cock to go into her mouth was that of a junior partner. Her attackers grabbed her face and forced her jaws apart wide, while another one inserted Donahure’s flaccid member.
“That is pathetic, see if you can push his balls in as well.” After some more painful spreading of her jaws they managed it, and now her released lips closed around both his cock and the horribly tasting,hairy ball sack.
“Now listen closely bitch. No matter what is going to happen you keep those lips around all of his junk. You fail to do that and you will die in a fashion, you can’t imagine. If you feel the urge to bite down, I don’t care it’s not my balls. As for the rest of us, put your hands on your ass cheeks and pull them apart!”
By now Grayson was thoroughly terrified, and followed the lewd instruction. Bound as she she was her feet were pulled towards her ass. Her face buried in Donahure’s crotch on the floor, and all her weight was on the discs of her knees and her breasts smashed into the rough floor.
“Wider, with all of that red fuzz, you will need to spread wider, that we can see your snatch and asshole.”
Again she complied, now forcefully pulling her cheeks apart, tears running down her face. she felt a boot kicking her thighs further apart. Next she felt something hard and warm pressing against the entrance to her most private place. She had an active sex live, but primarily with women submitting to her, so she was not prepared for the pain, of a large cock being shoved into her entirely unprepared pussy. It felt like a steam locomotive ramming into her.
In realty the man behind her, had only entered her half so far, as her tightness was causing him pain as well. But he continued to apply pressure and slid in inch by inch. His accomplices could see how her eyes were bulging out of her skull, and she howled in pain. Constable Constantia Grayson, toughest bitch of the Dukes constables, was being used like a strumpet, and reduced to whimpering. And if she had thought the pain would be over, with the man bottoming out inside her, she was wrong. He began to pull back, and now the sensitive membranes clung to his cock and she felt as if she was turned inside out. A feeling that was a painful as short lived, as he pounded all the way back in. Loosing her virginity years back, hadn’t been much fun, but it also had been her last experience with this kind of sex. Then it had been the attempt of tenderness and consideration, two aspects sorely missed from the current experience. this man fucked her in a slow merciless rhythm.
After something that felt like hours, he withdrew and she enjoyed the emptiness. Only to be surprised as something warm and heavy hit the long red her in neck.
“Couldn’t cum inside you, that wouldn’t be nice to the other guys, they don’t like sloppy seconds any more than I do.” She then felt him grabbing her Hair and wiping himself of with it. The bastard used her beautiful hair like a towel. She didn’t have long to be indignant about this treatment, as she felt the next man entering her. This one didn’t feel as big as his predecessor, but he fucked her with vicious ferocity. Making sure each of his thrusts, did hurt her, and pushed her face deeper into Donahure’s crotch.
This did have an effect on her partner, as she felt the flaccid organ in her mouth to get harder and grow. And it continued to grow and grow, entering into the depth of her mouth and throat. She felt that she was beginning to gag and would have to throw up in a few seconds. Deciding the men couldn’t do anything worse to her than suffocate on her own vomit, she readied herself to open her mouth and let go. Somebody must have guessed on her intention. Because all of a sudden she felt a boot on the back of her head, pressing down keeping her pinned in place, Grayson fought desperately for air and against her gag reflex. And it took almost a minute until she won, by then her face was beet red and her lower face was covered in her spittle.
In her desperation she hadn’t even realized that by now the third man was fucking her, the second having followed the first man’s example on were to deposit his load.
Over the next few hours, to Grayson they felt like a mere 100 years, the men continued to fuck her. As they were five there was always somebody sufficiently recovered to go on. Her pussy was a red raw mass of flesh, but now almost numb. Her formerly pretty red hair was sticking in clumps to her body, plastered with incredible filth. In her stomach there were three loads of Donahure’s cum, there simply hadn’t been an alternative to swallowing.
Just as she thought it couldn’t get any worse, she felt one of the men actually cumming inside her. The next one dipped only very shortly inside her pussy, before withdrawing.
“I still have a promise to keep to you.”
Grayson was confused, but then she felt his hard cock pressing against the puckered opining of her asshole. And for the second time in this night, she felt the soul crushing pain of a cock invading her without any previous preparation. This was a battering ram crushing her virgin ass. He didn’t take long, until he came as well inside her. Grayson felt utterly used as he withdraw and cum flowed from both of her orifices.
She felt nothing, as the men declared they didn’t want to fuck her anymore. They allowed her to let go of Donahure’s cock, and her jaws ached from the strain. the men forced him to draw his slimy dick twice over her face, marking her even more.
The next thing she saw as she lay curled up on the floor, was one of the men bringing their batons and a wooden mallet.
The next day the two constables were found on the market place. Donahure covered in a multitude of bruises as well as some cracked lips. The naked body of Grayson, severely abused and lying in a puddle of cum, oozing from her body. The batons had been used on both her and Donahure, and the official surgeon commented on how far those things could be shoved up in someones ass, if you didn’t care about the pain or damage you caused. It was later learned, that the two officers had been found by multiple citizens during the night, but those had been using the opportunity of expressing themselves instead of calling for help. Nobody had any problems with fucking Grayson’s pussy while the baton was shoved up her rear.
Dominic Martell turned away, a clear message had been sent. He and his 4 friends would leave the Duchy today for ever. The Earl of Emberlain’s army always needed new recruits, and his live had become meaningless after his wives suicide. The wish for revenge had kept him going, but last night he and the others had avenged their families. The Constable’s could be touched, they were not invincible or indestructible. He seriously doubted that the bitch Grayson would return to active duty any time soon, if ever. He started to walk away into a new live.
The End.
