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ANGELIQUE [ part 2 ] The sound of ten rifles going off twenty feet in front of her, made her involuntarily jump. The impact of ten rounds of high velocity modern rounds at short range slamming into the wall a few feet behind her, sent shards of concrete, and the shock of impact right into her back. Both shoving her painfully forward, and she stumbled, landing right on top of the pile of murdered corpses, her face into that of her eldest sister. Sennet had been so happy to be married to that Englishman and bearing his child for the last six months, and had came home to have her child among her family. Now mother, child and her husband lay dead under her. Again her screams echoed in the small courtyard, both from the terror of being brought literally face to face with the violent death of everyone she had ever known and loved in her short pampered life, and the pain of innumerable cuts in the back of her body where the shards from the impact of thebullets on the concrete wall behind her, had hit her. Around the tiny little preteen girl,innumerable soldiers, until that morning trusted members of her father's elite paratroopers laughed and guffawed at her fate. But Angelique was from a very long royal line and had been schooled by both parents in her role in life. She realized she was now the sole link to her ancestors; hers was royal blood since the time of the Pharaohs of Egypt. And they were simply traitors, to be dispatched without mercy, like a rabid dog. She stood up, ignoring the blood trickling down her back, wiped the tears from her face and walked right up to where Timatt, leader of the traitors stood smirking at her. His face became first silent then a trace of panic came first into his eyes then spread to his face as Angelique walked boldly right up to him. "Death to traitors" She said and struck him across the face with a black leather slipper embroidered with the Cipher of the royal family. To strike anything with your footwear was to curse it,striking the leader of the traitors with the shoe worn by the one they had betrayed right in front of his men, condemned them all to the worst fate possible in their religion. Marking them as ostracized from hearth and home forever. She stepped back, and flung the slipper her father had worn to his death towards the men who had eagerly lined up to be her firing squad and they flinched away as if it were a grenade and then calmly walked back towards the door leading into her palace. He just stood there glaring at her bloodied backside, his men looking forlornly at the symbol of their monarch that had been used to curse both them, and the man they had followed in revolt against their rightful monarch, for money of all things. They knew when word got out, and it would, of how the last princess had slapped the man that they had followed against their liege lord with the shoe he had worn when they killed him. And then flung it defiantly at their feet, calmly walking back into captivity. Their own families would remove any pictures of them, and any of their possessions in the house and burm them along with any other useless trash that day in the backyard. Their schools would remove them from any school pictures, or even their records of ever attending that school. Their names would be a curse and their very own mothers would be first to condemn them. They obeyed orders, and were still efficient soldiers, but men already dead as far as they and their families were concerned, make very unreliable ones.
A Generals Revenge General Timatt took his revenge on her little preteen body for her defiance. He could not kill her yet, but she only had to be alive enough for the capital's elite to see until his rule was solidly established. He strode after her, his still loyal major and a few trusted sycophants just behind. They caught up with Angelique as she crossed the throne room and Timatt grabbed her, yanked her around and slapped her face, knocking her senseless to the floor. Again she awoke; nude hanging by her slim wrists that were wrapped in remnants of her tracksuit. Then wrapped in a chain and hung by it, in the center of her room, this time Timatt was thrashing her body with one of the long whips one uses to get a stubborn camel to do what you want. Thrash, Thrash, Thrash, Thrash, Thrash, Thrash Endlessly the crop whisked back and forth, up and down her tiny female body. The force, not enough to cut her skin, but enough to pattern it with ugly long welts just about covering her thin preteen female body from her feet to her neck. She had run out of tears and voice over a dozen strikes of the whip ago, and still his powerful arm kept sweeping back and forth across her ravaged body. "I will teach you to keep your place at my side, silent and obedient as all wives must be in my new order" He threatened. "Or at least until my hold on the country is secure" Through bleary pain and tear glazed eyes she saw he was nude, his bronzed limbs and hairy chest scarred from warfare in her dead fathers name, defending the realm he now claimed for himself. She may have only been an underage girl, but she knew what a fully erect penis on a male looked like, and she knew what he was going to do to her next. Angelique saw the arm holding the crop, fling it wide and his body advance covering her field of vision until his neck was right up against her face. She winced as rough hands grabbed her abused ass cheeks then strong fingers gripped her inner thighs, spreading her legs wide. Her upper, inner legs brushed his hairy ones, and she felt one had encompassing the majority of her ass and the others knuckles brush her virgin sex. Then all of her other pains clamoring for attention were over ridden by the pain of his erect adult penis brutally shoving its way into her vagina, piercing her hymen and stretching her vaginal passage before her body was ready for it. He grunted grabbing both her ass cheeks, his strong fingers digging deep. Timatt grunted like the pig that he really was as he pounded his maleness into the helpless underage female body that hung in chains before him until he filled her womb with his sperm. And slapping her face repeatedly back and forth as he withdrew, then wiped his dominant maleness on the rags that were all that remained of her clothing. Sometime later the door leading to her chamber was unlocked and someone walked right up to where she hung, arms numb. She felt rough male hands exploring her abused body and whimpered as it ran over her well whipped breasts and bum cheeks. "You will look back on his attentions as acts of kindness when he gives you to me for disposal" The majors liquor tainted voice came to her out of the dimness. "I will tell him I simply shot you in the head and dumped your body in the cities refuse incinerator like we did with everybody else yesterday" He informed her. "But you will actually be chained up in your new home, a cage in my villas basement were you will spend the rest of your life" The bastard promised her. "No one will even be looking for you" The smell of his alcohol and sweat drenched uniform faded out of her nostrils for a few seconds, and Angelique's mind was returning to its semi conscious state when suddenly she dropped to the floor, her abused limbs no longer able to support her body upright. The stench returned as she lay on the cold marble floor, and again she felt his course hands exploring her body. "Took your virginity, did he" The drunken major inquired. "Well in that case he will not mind me giving you a much better fuck." Again hands reached under her hips, digging fingers into the firm cheeks of her ass, his knees spreading her thin legs wide. Even through the fog of her whipped back pressing down on the cold hard marble floor, she felt his partially flaccid maleness attempt to follow where his master's had gone before. But his was a much less successful attempt and after a few halfhearted thrusts that did nothing but deflate it he withdrew and stood drunkenly back up. Angelique tried to fight him, but her body was to worn out and her voice box simply no longer able to produce anything more than a feeble squeaks or moans. "No matter, I will have years to torture and rape your body, princess" He threatened. Angelique had passed out sometime after the second rape, and awoke sometime later to find herself lying on the floor below were she had been assaulted, but her hands were still wrapped with the chain leading upward. She sobbed both from the shame of loosing her virginity and the brutalities heaped on her thin young body since yesterday. Who is really in charge Here ? She looked up from where she heard her door being unlocked, but her eyes were almost swollen shut and she could barely see who walked in. Two pairs of rough female hands lifted her up and she felt her chains being unlocked. Angelique tried to speak, but her voice only produced a few rasps as all her screaming it had produced lately had worn it out. She saw that both females were covered in the all encompassing bhurkas that were familiar in many Arabic countries where they followed the stricter regimes imposed by their religious leaders. But in her homeland the cosmopolitan heritage of being ruled by France as a semi-independent colony since the seventeen hundreds had changed the peoples outlook, at least in the cities to a more European lifestyle. French culture, architecture and language were as common as Arabic throughout the country, and when her grandfather had finally convinced the French to leave him ruling the country as his ancestors had done for centuries, many expatriate French simply stayed when they found the populace accepted them as loyal citizens. Angelique was carried into her bathroom and gently slipped into her already prepared bath. The two females carefully washed her abused body, and she heard muffled exclamations at the level of abuse that it had been poured onto it. They had to hold her up under the arms as she simply slipped right under the water, as her exhausted body could simply not hold her up anymore. After carefully washing her all over and her hair at least three times, they lifted her out and she saw sympathetic eyes observing her from both of them as they sat her on the chair in front of the sink and dried and brushed her hair. Starting to regain some of her composure and body functions, Angelique saw the reason neither female had spoken to her. Both the mother, and the smaller, younger female looked enough like the taller older one to be her daughter, had leather gags strapped around their mouths with a small padlock holding the strap in place at one side of the cheek. Someone did not want these three females conversing or sharing information or even socializing at all. But humans are very good at ombificating and doing what whoever thinks they can control them does not want them to do. The hot water of her bath had steamed the large glass surface of the mirror on the wall in front of her sink. Angelique managed to stretch out one trembling hand to write in French. "Who are you" "Timatt's wife and daughter" The younger one wrote in reply. "Why are you gagged" She scrawled, as her arms trembled from being stretched as she hung. "We always are" Came the reply. "What is going on?" She wrote. "The people are resisting him" "Anymore deaths?" She managed to write poorly.
Why are you helping me?" She inquired. "My husband is an arrogant power-hungry abusive ass," His wife wrote in reply. But no mater what they thought of him, they were obviously afraid of him and carried her out and lay her on her bed while they dressed her in fine silk French designer clothes complete with silken lace underwear and stockings. They obviously, especially the daughter had never been exposed to such finery. Puzzling to Angelique as the capital and most cities had extensive clothing outlets of European and Arabic creation. Her father had always paid his soldiers well and Timatt, as a general must have made a handsome salary. Obviously it was never spent on his females. They then covered it all in a brilliant white lace chador, or shawl, carefully wrapping it around her head and slipped white paten leather shoes on her silken lace covered feet. Her stomach had begun to growl, but all they offered was a can of warm pop. They were sitting her up when four soldiers led by the major, now all dressed up in obviously hastily put on palace guard uniforms walked in. "If she is ready or not, get her down to the audience chamber and prop her up in the throne if you have to tie her in it" He ordered. "The high living scum from the capital will be arriving in an hour to see if the royal line is still alive." With the five pretend bodyguards in tow Angelique was literally carried by her underarms all the way down the stairs and along the passageways to the ancient audience chamber built long ago. Where for centuries her family had listened to any citizen, no matter their station in life, who had any beef with either their rulers or those who acted on their behalf, males by the ruling male, females by his chief wife. Angelique had never expected to sit in the judgement chair, and now the great golden throne, encrusted with jewels dwarfed her eight-year-old body. For her country had always been poor in resources until now, but its citizens had been world travelling traders and merchants since man had discovered bartering for goods and services was much better than paying for them. Her family's wealth based on owning or controlling twenty five percent of the worlds shipping and in modern time's container ship fleets. The two gagged females had propped her up on either side with silken pillows and stepped back, either side of the throne. Just as Timatt was arrogantly walking up the center of the red carpet strip running from in front of the throne down the cathedral like hall to the great wooden iron bound doors two hundred feet away dressed in his full dress finery. As he walked directly up to her, Angelique mused. "The bastard traitor is still wearing the medals for service and bravery in battle my dead father pinned on him personally." "Morning princess" He sneered. "I hope you slept well and those I sent to care for you treated you well." "Your concern for my well being did not prevent you from whipping me, and raping me last night" Angelique croaked. She heard both of her gagged attending female's sniffles at that revelation.
"In a few minutes the delegation of the influential and powerful from across the country will be ushered in" He warned her. "If you so much as open your mouth, my men stationed up in the galleries on each side will mow them all down with gunfire as we did your household yesterday, understand?" "Yes" Was all she replied through clenched teeth. "Good girl" He replied and positioned himself right in front of and just to the right side of the throne. Angelique watched as twenty of the most influential of her late father's subjects were herded into the audience chamber. When they reached within hearing distance, the soldiers herding them left them there and walked back out of the chamber. She saw them divide into their usual three opposing groups, almost by old habit. But she also observed that they carefully looked around the room and spotted the lines of soldiers up on the overlooking balconies on each side. These men were in their positions of influence and power not by inheritance, but their personal drive and intelligence. And knew they were dead men if they showed any sign of resisting the new ruler, at least openly. "Welcome" General Timatt said. Greeting them as if nothing was wrong. "As you can see, Princess Angelique, the only surviving member of the royal family, is safe and sound right before you" "Are you safe and sound Princess ?" Seren inquired. He was one of the wealthiest traders in the country and the head of a very large clan. General Timatt knew that killing him would bring innumerable relatives bent on retribution down on his head. Timatt turned to look at Angelique, indicating with his eyes the two lines of his men ready to kill them all at his signal. "Yes Seren, I am as safe as your cousin Amide" She replied. Timatt smiled at her words and turned around. Obviously, he did not know Seren had set a price of a hundred thousand on his cousin's head after he attempted to rape one of Seren's own daughters at a party Angelique had attended as the girl was in her class. "The capital and therefore the entire country is in turmoil "Timatt said. "That is why you must spread the word the Royal family is still alive and in place to rule the country as before" "We will spread the word you appear to have the situation well in hand General Timatt" Seren replied. |