I Might Not Know Where I Am, But I Ain't Lost by cmsix

Chapter 2

The boy was my bargaining chip for moderate co-operation and I'm sure my men could find other entertainment. My understanding of our situation led me to believe we now owned Quancho, lock, stock, and barrel. I was pretty sure I was making the first visit to my new harem.

Jorgenson popped his head in the door just as the girl left with the boy.

"Do you have a report, Jorgenson?" I asked.

"Yes sir. Everything is secure. The barracks are still shut tight and the soldiers inside have surrendered. We found another small building with about thirty archers but they were easily subdued and have now surrendered also. The lookouts were with them and we sent them up to be about their duties, unarmed. Frankston and Jones are at the main gate to turn away people that think they want out," he said.

"Good. Organize the men to rotate, with five men off and ten on at six-hour shifts. Let the others take their pick of the officers women, by rank. I've made my selection already and I'll be interrogating them, here. Make sure the men keep the officers families together. You pick a woman, you take the whole family. If anyone needs me, ask them to knock first," I said, and dismissed him.

He closed the door again as he left.

My Glock was the only weapon I carried and I released the clip, ejecting the cartridge, putting the Glock in a drawer of a bedside table. After putting the single back in the clip, I put it in a holder on my web belt.

Sitting on the bed, I unlaced my boots and removed my socks. The three of them were watching me wide eyed the whole time. I dropped my web belt beside the big canopy bed, near my boots, and began unbuttoning my shirt before the commander's widow found her voice.

"Sir, I'm sure that you're a gentleman and don't intend to molest us. My husband is the commander of Quancho and he will pay ransom if we are returned to him unharmed," she said.

"Ma'am, I am no gentleman, and your husband is safely dead in his office. I am the commander of Quancho now. You, your daughter, and your servants are now my harem and your son is my prisoner.

"I do not demand that you submit to my attentions peacefully, but I warn you all that attempts to escape will bring retribution on your son. I intend to amuse myself with you three, one at a time, and then one of you will replace Kala so that I may enjoy her, at my leisure. I don't usually cause severe physical damage to women, but I warn you all that a sneak attack by one of you while I'm busy with another will bring my ill will.

"In short, while I'm busy fucking one of you, the other two can watch and wait for their turn, or their next turn. I won't tolerate anything else."

They stared at me, unbelieving, as I dropped my pants and then my drawers. At once all eyes were on my swinging, half-hard dick and they seemed mesmerized until I crossed to Jareeta and grabbed her arm.

She looked up wide-eyed and then shrank back when my other hand latched to the top of her dress, between those wonderful titties, and yanked. I could hear buttons snapping against the floor shortly as the bodice came forward and her titties wobbled for freedom. They looked delicious.

Coming mostly to her senses now, Jareeta apparently took me at my word and tried to escape, pulling from my halfhearted grip. As she turned away from me I wrapped her up in my arms from behind and pulled the top of her dress downward, getting her arms out of the long sleeves and leaving her effectively naked to the waist.

With a new grip on each side of the back of her dress, as she took off again, I ripped the remaining buttons free. She found she had to hold it up with her hands to keep from tripping on it.

I'd already known they had no concept of brassieres and if shifts or chemises were part of women's wardrobes, they weren't part of Jareeta's today. Her lovely back was completely revealed; including the light dusting of freckles, and the only undergarment apparent was the top of silken panties or bloomers, showing through between the ruined halves of her dress's back.

Pausing a few seconds, I gave her a chance to gain a small lead and then took off after her again, but slowly. She gave up on her dress and let it drop as useless and the perfection of her ass and the backs of her legs nearly stunned me. I now knew she wore bloomers and I guessed a wish for panties had been ridiculous, since I knew they didn't know about elastic.

We both rounded her stupefied daughter and then I lunged forward and managed to catch the top of the bloomers. They were ripped to pieces and as she tried to run, while I was regaining my feet, she knew they were goners too, and shucked them as quickly as she could. I caught just a hint of her drapes-matching carpet between her legs from behind.

With a lunge I managed to block her from circling around Myrta and she made a dash toward her bed. Realizing that it wasn't exactly the best place to be, she hopped upon and across it on her hands and knees, giving me a wonderful view of her vertical smile as it twitched first one way and then the other beneath her pink rosebud.

Instead of chasing her across, I reversed my direction and crossed around the end of the bed, meeting her as she tried to make it into the open space of the room again. She shrieked and started back across. I managed to grab an ankle this time and she howled out her frustration as I pulled her back toward me.

She lashed back with her free foot, but it only let me catch it too and I used them both to turn her over onto her back. God she looked delicious and even more so when I pulled her feet apart and took my first good look at her pouting pussy.

Her bush was so neat and tidy that I thought she must have her maids trim it. It was a perfect inverted triangle, pointing exactly to the top of her slit. It must have been the excitement that had her nipples standing up, but no matter, they were stiff and proud and easily a fat half inch long.

Even though I had a good hold on her now, she still wiggled and squirmed. I didn't mind a bit because the motion did delightful things to all I was admiring. Finally I pulled her even closer and bent to give her a gentle bite just below her cute navel.

She jerked again and kept wiggling but I moved my hands quickly to her waist and pulled her hips to the edge of the bed. It was a high one and I was happy about it as I felt the underside of my now hard dick being tickled by her auburn bush.

I didn't bother trying to stab it up her yet; I merely enjoyed the feel of her vulva against my balls. She wasn't wiggling very strenuously now; perhaps afraid if she did my nuts serious damage I might not treat her so gently in what was bound to happen soon.

After a second I realized her attention was on my now throbbing hard pole. I slid my hands up to take a titty in each, and when I dropped my head to suck in a nipple for a nip with my teeth, she gasped.

After giving the other one similar treatment, and since the farce was over, I pulled her around the right way in the bed and climbed on beside her.

From the corner of my eye I saw that Shaela and Myrta weren't about to miss a second of this and then I turned my head to have my first kiss from Jareeta's lips. Of course she turned her head aside.

"It was a good chase, pretty one, and you did your best, but you're fairly caught now. Wiggle and squirm all you want, but don't bite me if you don't want to be bitten back, harder," I said, in warning.

I pressed my mouth to hers then and she tried to ignore it. When I forced my tongue between her lips I could feel her start to bite but then think better of it. She seemed surprised when my tongue kept coming into her mouth and even more so when I played with and teased hers.

That was all fun and she tasted delicious, she must use cherries for mouthwash. It was time for more serious work now though, and I pulled my lips from hers to kiss my way around her throat and up to nibble on an earlobe. She even seemed to be holding herself completely still; as if she didn't have any idea what I'd do next.

As hard and frightening as the morning must have been on her, she knew where I was headed when my lips started down toward her breasts. I spent much more time on each nipple this time, sucking them to their ultimate stiffness, kissing and licking all over her breasts. I kept at them until I could feel the involuntary squirming of her hips.

I'm sure none of the three of them understood what I was up to when I raised myself and turned to put my mouth between Jareeta's legs. In seconds they realized what was what and all three gasped when I licked her plump pussy lips, Jareeta gasping by far the most loudly.

Soon I was licking all over and around Jareeta's vulva and even used my hands on her wonderful cheeks to lift her ass so I could tongue her pucker. Thoughts of resistance must have waned for Jareeta, since her legs relaxed under my ministrations and even seemed to widen on their own.

Tasting her juice on the outer lips, I sent my tongue exploring for the source and her hips began the age old flexing while I gobbled her up. Then she jerked like I'd goosed her when my tongue tip came out for air and flicked her stiffening clitty.

Events were overtaking her by now, and she moaned low in her chest as I licked and teased her hot button, making her hips strain.

The other two gasped alone when I reversed my field and eased my legs between Jareeta's. Holding myself off her slightly with one hand, I grasp my dick with the other and swabbed the knob between her now wet pussy lips.

She twitched a little and widened her legs slightly; by now her breath was coming in pants. I put the head to her entrance and pressed in firmly, gaining about an inch or two.

She sighed lowly as I pulled back and then groaned loudly as I got nearly half of it up her the next time. I had no real evidence but from the feel of her tight sheath I was sure my dick was the biggest thing to wedge her cunt open since Royster had come out, eight years ago.

It took five more tries to get all ten inches up her, but after four full strokes, her ass caught up to my rhythm and her ankles hooked mine as her hands grabbed my ass while she fucked me back with all her energy. It was an unexpected pleasure for a man who was after all, raping her.

Jareeta seemed to get hotter as we went, and when I kissed her again and pushed my tongue into her mouth, she devoured it. She pulled me to her with each thrust and squeezed down on me with her pussy when I stroked back.

It was getting oh so good for me, and I knew I couldn't last much longer, and then I didn't have to because Jareeta just exploded under me. Wailing like a banshee, she gripped me tightly with everything she had and then bucked and shook for what seemed like forever.

Not long after she started, come pumped from my balls and up into her pussy, and it was soon being forced back out as I kept slamming into her vulnerable flesh.

Finally sagging down onto her wonderfully lush body, I panted for breath and Jareeta surprised me by pulling her arms up around my neck and kissing and licking all over my face and throat. I felt quite sure that I must be the most appreciated rapist in history.

Taking five to catch my breath, I was surprised when I had to ease my dick back out of Jareeta instead of it plopping out on its own after it deflated. This time it hadn't deflated.

Now I wasn't throbbing with need any longer, I was still firmly hard and it must have been a sight for Myrta and Shaela as I started toward them with it swaying and dripping my and Jareeta's juices.

Both of them were flushed, wide eyed, and panting slightly. I went to Myrta first, thinking that Shaela was surely a virgin and would benefit by watching the process once more before she participated.

Myrta took my hand meekly when I held it out to her and she followed to her fate as I led her to the bed. I didn't have to rip off clothes this time, Myrta stood still as I undressed her.

She didn't have a shift either but her underwear did resemble panties, albeit small ones, and I discovered that they were knitted, which explained how they could stay up without a drawstring. I carefully slid them down her legs to make sure they weren't damaged.

Standing back to take a good look at her now that she was naked, I saw that Myrta was not nearly as fair as Jareeta had been. With her blonde hair and matching neat bush, she looked for all the world like a California girl, though I'm sure there was no California here.

She wasn't as lushly voluptuous as Jareeta and looked rather athletic, but her breasts didn't. Her titties were every bit as full and firm looking as Jareeta's had been but the nipples were smaller, my guess was that there had never been a baby sucking on them.

I didn't know if she was trembling in fear or in anticipation, but she was trembling slightly. I lay her gently on the bed, beside the languidly sprawling Jareeta and then moved onto it beside her...

The three of them had been quite a workout. When I had my breath back from the ride Shaela gave me, I rolled off the bed and motioned for Myrta to get up too.

"We mustn't let Kala miss her turn. Dress yourself and we'll go down and let you relieve her with Royster," I said.

"May I use the chamber pot first?" she asked.

"Of course dear, don't mind me."

She blushed fiercely as she pulled it from under the bed and squatted over it to do her business, then she dabbed at her pussy with a cloth she pulled from underneath too, pushing both back under the bed when she was done.

I watched closely while Myrta dressed, not because I suspected anything but because it was something nice to see. Jareeta and Shaela were nice too, especially now that Shaela had snuggled her back up to her mother as they lay on their sides watching the show too.

"Should we dress too, before Kala comes back?" Jareeta asked.

"No, I think it will be a nice surprise for her to see you lying there calmly after you've been brutally assaulted," I said.

They both giggled and Myrta did too.

Myrta told me on the way that she was sure Kala had taken Royster to his own room, and when we entered it we found them.

"Did anyone trouble you, Kala?" I asked, once we were inside.

"No sir, a man who said he was Jorgensen came in for a moment not long after we came here, but I told him what you'd said and he said he'd make sure we weren't bothered," Kala told me.

"I'm going to leave Myrta here with Royster and you'll be coming with me for a while," I said.

She didn't protest but I could see fear in her eyes. I cut her loose from her plastic tie and stood by Royster while I had Myrta take Kala over to a corner and tell her what would be happening.

I watched Kala's face and saw that she was shocked at first, but then seemed like she couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"What have you done to my mother and my sister?" Royster asked suddenly, trying to sound angry instead of terrified.

"What I do is my business, Royster. Remember your manners and don't pry into the affairs of adults. I don't really like slitting young boy's throats, but I can and will if I need to," I said.

It took the last vestige of spirit out of him, at least for now, and he sat still and tried not to tremble.

When the two girls came back from the corner, I took a new tie and attached Myrta's wrist to Royster's, then Kala and I left. After we were in the hall, Kala showed more gumption than I'd thought she had.

"Why must you come here raping and killing? Can't you fight in a real army, like a gentleman?" she asked.

"War is not for gentlemen, Kala. I can't help it if the fool kings and royals here haven't learned that yet. Would you rather have thousands of soldiers surrounding the city, for years maybe, and trying to starve it out? Would you rather be plundered and pillaged by the victors after hundreds or thousands of men were killed on both sides?

"To my knowledge we've killed no more than six men in our takeover and while I'll admit that some women have been raped, and more - including you - will be, I doubt that any of them have even received more than a bruise for their trouble. Did Myrta seem like she had been terribly mistreated?" I asked.

She didn't answer, but at least she didn't ask any more questions. She was completely unprepared for the scene she saw when we walked back into Jareeta's bedroom.

They were exactly where I'd left them, snuggled up together on their sides with the covers coming up only to their waist. Worst of all from Kala's point of view, no doubt, they were both smiling widely.

"Why the long face, Kala? You look like you're being led to the headsman," Jareeta said.

"But mistress, Myrta said that he would rape me when we got here," Kala said.

"Oh, he will, he will. I'm sure you'll be frightened at first, but when he's done you'll be hoping he'll rape you again, soon," Shaela told her.

Kala looked bewildered but she came to the side of the bed when I led her and she didn't resist as I removed my clothes and then hers. She was blushing by the end though and trembling in fear without trying to hide it.

I guided her to lie on the bed and then started kissing, knowing I needed to show her what a French kiss was, even if there was no France on this world.