A Prideful Fall - Chapter 9
#9 of A Prideful Fall
While the merchant and officer come to grips with their new life, all the while seeking the means to escape, one other finds herself seeking ways to redeem herself in the eyes of her captors, no matter the cost.
Warning: This story contains graphic descriptions of M/F violence, forced exhibitionism, humiliation, incest, molestation, noncon and dubcon.
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"What is it you want?", Pick asked through the cage bars, just as the other two slave girls made their way out.
"What I've wanted since you caged me.", Nissuth said, adamant in her wish to return to good standing.
"May be a while before that's possible.", Pick suggested.
"At least let me fight in the coming battle.", Nissuth requested.
"We'll see.", Pick said. "Think you can manage to do your job till then?", he asked.
"Whatever it takes.", Nissuth said, though she wasn't so certain she'd be able to do what was expected of common slaves.
"Come here, then.", Pick said, his palm reaching in through the cage bars from below. It seemed quite clear what he wished of her, and though she would've preferred to at least contemplate this for a moment, she couldn't afford to hesitate.
Nissuth approached the awaiting hand and pressed her nude groin against it. Even with Pick, this was greatly degrading. She wasn't some cowardly quivering cunt of a slave, she was a fighter who'd spent half her life doing her best to match her male peers in combat prowess. This wasn't who she was... yet it was something she deserved and would have to endure before she got a chance to return to her old life.
"Good girl.", Pick said, the way he underlined 'girl' making Nissuth fume internally. She did not appreciate the degradation, though she knew all too well it was part of her punishment. He then began to rub her sex, moving his hand back and forth, before suddenly slipping a finger down her slit and then up her hole. She shuddered at this, feeling her face turn a burning red, quite unused to being handled like some common whore, and thoroughly embittered this felt so humiliating. "Do your best to enjoy this.", he said in ordering tone.
Nissuth wasn't certain this would be possible, yet a part of her considered it acceptable, if only because she admired Pick as a leader, perhaps even a man. Yet that was a part of her she was hardly fond of. A part that made her weak and vulnerable in the all-male company she'd been surrounded with prior to her mistake. It was not a vulnerability she was fond of showing, yet under Pick's touch perhaps she could accept it to some extent.
With a reserved nod, she closed her eyes and attempted to focus on the more pleasant feelings of her experience, in particular trying to think of Pick in more... carnal ways. To have the big ram in her hands and do with him as she wished. To grab him by his balls and make him pleasure her cunt with his tongue. To thoroughly dominate this specimen of a man. Yet it proved difficult to effectively fantasize of such ideas with his hand prodding at her insides beyond her control.
"Good girl.", Pick said, effectively tearing her out of her fantasies. He then pulled away, taking a moment to wipe his hand off against her hip. "Now do it yourself.", he ordered.
Nissuth took a while to process what he expected, then slowly, in a shame that made her shiver in disdain for herself, she reached down and slid her fingers down her snatch. Her face growing ever more red, she continued to slide her digits in and out of her hole, desperately trying to imagine herself in situations more to her liking.
"Now lie down and spread your legs. Keep doing it till you finish.", Pick commanded.
With a deep exhale, Nissuth complied, slowly lowering herself onto her rear and leaning back. She then resumed her self-servicing, only occasionally opening her eyes to see Pick staring down at her intently. As her fantasies could now return to scenarios more pleasant, if unlikely, she began to use two hands, one in her hole and the other over her sensitive clit mound. With the images in her head growing more and more dominant, perhaps even downright abusive, her pleasure steadily grew to an inside-flexing high, until finally, it peaked.
"Mh!", Nissuth murmured through closed teeth, her orgasm hitting her with moderate intensity. Her conditions had been hardly ideal, but it was still greatly pleasant after the week's worth of abstinence.
"Now stop. Hands off.", Pick commanded sternly.
Nissuth's eyes opened abruptly, her hands seemingly freezing in place on their own. She pulled away reluctantly, the throes of orgasm passing with greatly limited sensation for all the effort it'd taken to get there. Her climax left her feeling perhaps more frustrated than before.
"Good girl.", Pick said, conclusively cementing her feeling of inadequacy and dissatisfaction.
Nissuth sat up and looked down at the ground in defeat and humiliation. The ram truly knew how to punish her worst, and though she resented the efficiency with which he'd done so, she still couldn't view it as anything but deserved.
"I'll be sure to keep the pricks out of you for now.", Pick said. "You'll be doing physical work and whatever I tell you to. Do well and you'll get to fight.", he said, keeping his arms crossed.
"That is all I ask.", Nissuth said, looking up at him once more.
Pick then turned on the spot and walked off, leaving the white mare alone once more. Just before he left, Nissuth let her eyes wander to areas low. Even if he hadn't shown it in his demeanour, he'd clearly enjoyed the show, though Nissuth wasn't certain how to feel about that.
"Well done!", she suddenly heard Goert call out as he approached.
Nissuth rolled her eyes at the other horse. She wasn't in the mood for his sense of humour.
"You adapt well.", Goert said, leaning into the cage.
"I do what it takes, Gert.", Nissuth said bitterly.
"Don't get pissy. I'm being serious.", Goert said with a faint smile.
"Can you stop looking at me?", Nissuth asked, though she knew it was futile to expect compliance. Instead she merely pulled up a knee and turned sideways to keep as much of herself from Goert's eyes as possible.
"I've seen plenty already. As has every other man of this company that's come around to visit.", Goert said in a bemused tone.
"This is different.", Nissuth said begrudgingly.
"Is it? We've seen plenty of each other growing up.", Goert said.
"Not like this.", Nissuth said.
"Well, get used to it. I handle the girls, and now you're one of them.", Goert said with a shake of his head.
"Pfeh.", Nissuth spat.
"I actually hope you get out of here. No joy seeing my sister get fucked by some common soldiers.", Goert said.
"For now I'm not getting fucked. Not if you keep the men from violating Pick's orders.", Nissuth said.
"I'll be sure to keep an eye out.", Goert said. "But if you want, I could tutor you on how to suck dick. Could make Pick very happy.", he suggested, palming his crotch.
"I wasn't aware you had experience.", Nissuth said with a sneer. The prospect was rather revolting. He was her brother, after all.
"Ha.", Goert chuckled, grinning softly. "The offer stands, though.", he said.
"I'm not sucking off kin.", Nissuth scoffed.
"You're not really my type either.", Goert insisted. "Just remember to give the stones some attention.", he said and moved off to rest at his own seat.
Nissuth sighed once more, unhappy to be so degraded before her brother. They were hardly on the best of terms most days, at most agreeable. She was somewhat grateful he hadn't decided to use her predicament against her more forcefully, though she hardly felt like singing praises for this. She wasn't even certain this would last.
Staring off to the side, her mind attempting to focus on ambitions distant but ultimately more calming to think of than her present situation, Kiria patiently sat upon a table, leaning back on her haunches while one of the officers, the goat known as Ballrin, proceeded to plough into her. It must've been over ten minutes by now, and though she still felt mild tingles of pleasure, it would hardly be enough to bring her anywhere near the edge. Not with how she strived to suppress such sensations.
"Ngh!", Ballrin sounded out, his efforts coming to a near total pause as his orgasm hit. The feeling of seed entering her womb Kiria had all but grown used to by now. This'd been the third time that day, but it hardly mattered by now. Her bleed hadn't come, and though there was still a chance it was simply late, she didn't believe in such coincidence. She was pregnant with one of these foul-smelling brutes.
The goat pulled out with little regard for the wolfess, merely pausing to wipe his dick over her inner thigh before he stowed it and wandered off into camp. Kiria sighed to herself, the distasteful feeling of cum dripping down between her legs something she would never live down. She slid off the table and crouched down, spreading her lips and awaiting the brunt of the load to drip out on its own. It was difficult to gauge just how degrading this was compared to anything else she'd suffered that day. Though she yet felt shame, by now she'd lost any sense of measure, in part because of how nobody else seemed to treat it as such.
"You there!", she suddenly heard Backser's familiar voice.
She got up and turned around, wrapping the bit of cloth she wore around her nethers. It was dirtied on the inside, and only got worse with every day, much as Dekkon had predicted.
"Time to get you cleaned and clothed. The messenger is here again.", Backser announced.
Kiria's eyes widened. It had indeed been a week now, and though she felt a sense of elation that they were now proceeding, her spirits quickly came back down as she realized it'd mean very little for her own situation.
"Come.", Backser urged.
She did as told.
"Not very happy about this, hm?", Backser asked as he continued to observe the wolfess getting clean.
"Hardly of meaning to me.", Kiria said, running a wash cloth over her arm.
"Still you resist your place.", Backser said, crossing his arms.
"I do as told.", Kiria countered.
"Yet you think yourself better than this.", Backser noted.
Kiria could hardly disagree. She wasn't about to accept being made a whore just on account of her being a woman.
"You'd make it easier on yourself if you just accepted this is what you're best at. Could start to get some satisfaction out of it.", Backser said.
"Pfeh.", Kiria scoffed. "How would you feel if they told you you're supposed to bed only women and enjoy it?", she asked.
"Wouldn't happen. I've got balls.", Backser said, grinning as though pleased with his own answer.
Kiria rolled her eyes. There was no arguing with this calibre of 'logic'.
"You're not getting out of this, so may as well make it more bearable for yourself.", Backser noted.
In this instance, he may've had a point. What if she was stuck there indefinitely? What if there was no fleeing this? Was she simply making herself more miserable by clinging to a life lost forever? The thought made her shiver.
But there was yet a route she could attempt. The messenger. Even if it was her brother, she would have to try asking for help. As much as she hated the idea, at that moment he was her one hope.
"Hurry up. It'll look suspect if you take so long to get there.", Backser urged.
"Fine, fine.", Kiria said, the last of her cleaning coming to a close. She then approached the rack where her uniform hanged prepared for her. Though its reverence no longer felt as strong, it yet raised her spirits as nothing else. She then felt a renewed shame at having to tarnish its cloth with this charade. More than that, she would have to wear it as she admits to having been a slave whore this whole time. This would not be easy.
As before, they found themselves within a small clearing of the camp, surrounded by a number of men, including Dekkon.
"Greetings, brother.", Kiria welcomed the emissary, her brother Esekius.
"Hello again, sister.", Esekius answered, looking smug as ever.
"I take it you bring us new orders.", Kiria said.
"Of course.", Esekius said as he pulled out a sealed bit of parchment.
"Will you be wishing to discuss things in private once more?", Kiria asked, desperately trying to get the point across through expression alone.
"Hm? Oh. Certainly.", Esekius said in rather absent-minded fashion.
Kiria felt cold sweat run over her, the implication for those around that she'd instigated the meeting this time seemingly all too apparent. But that was a small price to pay for the mere possibility of setting her liberation in motion. Or so she thought for the moment, at least.
"Do you wish to say something, sister?", Esekius asked as they stood within the empty tent. Once more Kiria couldn't tell if he was being genuine or feigning concern. That would soon be revealed, however.
"Yes.", Kiria began, lowering her voice to a whisper. "All is not as well as I'd claimed last time.", she said. She swallowed hard, the following confession difficult to bring out in full, though perhaps certain details could be omitted. "I am a prisoner here. They mistreat me and fail to accept me as captain, simply because I am a woman.", she said.
"Really?", Esekius asked in disbelief. "How have they mistreated you?", he then asked.
"I've been enslaved, beaten, caged, stripped of clothing... raped!", Kiria finally admitted, the word heaviest of all to voice.
Esekius seemed to take in her words in full seriousness, then walked up close to the wolfess. "Gods. Sounds dire.", he said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "What do you expect of me?", he then asked.
Kiria froze for a moment at this. This wasn't the response she'd hoped for. "I would expect you to notify Imperial authorities.", she said, barely holding back her ire.
"I could do that...", Esekius began, then placed his hands upon Kiria's shoulders. "But that'd besmirch our family name. That is a costly request.", he said.
Kiria's eyes widened in shock and anger. "You would sacrifice your kin like this?", she asked.
"This is hardly sacrifice. You're not being executed.", Esekius said in a matter-of-fact manner. "But I could be convinced otherwise.", he then said and took a step back. "Undo your belt.", he instructed.
"What?!", Kiria asked in disbelief.
"You heard me. Debase yourself. If I am to help you, there can be no further contest as to who is superior.", Esekius explained.
"I'm your sister!", Kiria said in half-whisper.
"A fact seemingly absent from your mind all these years.", Esekius said with clear scorn. "A sister should support her brother in all matters, whereas you've been but sand in my eyes.", he went on. "Now bare cunt and learn your place.", he ordered.
Kiria stood there frozen in shock. Though they hardly held love for one another, she never imagined him forcing her into such things. What was even his goal in all this? To humiliate her? Make her accept him as head of the family? She could not bear the thought of some bastard commanding the family name in full.
"I've as much right to rule the family name as you.", Kiria argued.
"I do not agree, for reasons many and apparent.", Esekius said in a prideful manner. "Now undo your belt, else I've no further interest in you or your plight.", he warned.
Kiria contemplated her options, and found that they were severely limited. She could either debase herself in front of kin for the mere promise of aid, or have him leave her there to fend for herself with no reasonable prospects of escape. There seemed but one pragmatic choice.
With a sigh of defeat, she undid her belt, then lowered her pants, a deep sense of shame she hadn't thought she could still feel coming over her. There she stood with her cunt exposed in front of her brother, as though some slave being examined before purchase.
Esekius then abruptly undid his own belt and pulled down the front of his pants, revealing his flaccid member and testicles. Kiria took a step back, their state of undress making her quite uncomfortable about the prospects of what would follow. Though unimpressively sized, the veiny length of flesh before her terrified her more than the longest of pricks she'd ever witnessed. Yet just as quickly the dark brown wolf closed the distance between them and roughly grabbed her between the legs.
"Tell me, sister. Which of us is equipped to fuck, and which can only get fucked?", Esekius asked menacingly, jamming a finger inside Kiria's hole for emphasis.
"Ungh! Ah!", Kiria gasped out, unable to believe what was happening at that moment. Her own brother was violating her.
"Hm? What's that?", Esekius asked sarcastically.
"I... I can only get fucked.", Kiria said, content with saying anything to make him stop.
"That so?", Esekius asked rhetorically. "So who's more suited to being head of our house?", he then asked.
"You are.", Kiria admitted, still incapable of posing resistance.
"Hmpf. I doubt you truly believe that.", Esekius said with a smirk. "Yet here you are, abandoning all sense of pride and honour just because you fear I'll penetrate you. Typical woman.", he said.
His words burrowed deep. Though she knew them to be a chauvinist oversimplification, she could hardly deny she herself was doing exactly what he accused her of - being a coward who'd abandoned any sense of pride for the sake of reducing harm to herself. It made her feel like perhaps this was something she truly deserved.
Esekius then abruptly pulled his hand away and used a handkerchief to wipe himself off. "Now, then. Let's see you show appreciation for the superior toolset. On your knees.", he then said.
"That's-... no...", Kiria stammered pleadingly. This was a prick she could not accept even touching.
"Do you prefer that I demonstrate its proper use on your cunt? I need no aid from you there.", Esekius asked.
Kiria's breathing grew heavy. She was in a hopeless position. Either commit incest and service her brother, or remain abandoned within this mad company.
On legs shivering and unsteady, she lowered herself to her knees before Esekius, as she had many times now before a number of other males. His already stiff excited member throbbed eagerly before her face, its tip giving off an intensely musky smell. In a sense, that moment felt like rock bottom, yet that'd been a feeling she'd experienced many times by now, and she could only hope this was truly the last.
She leaned in and gave his length a testing lick, receiving a burst of mildly vinegary flavour upon her tongue. More than the taste, however, her mind dwelt on how this was a boundary between siblings that should've never been broken. Though she would've wanted nothing more but to recoil at the deed, obediently she leaned in and took the lupine's eager member in her mouth. Any objections would have to remain mere internal screams of anguish.
With lips wrapped around the firm length, she began to steadily move her head in a circular motion, rising and lowering up and down as well as along the shaft. Esekius seemed appreciative of her efforts, as his hand then rested itself upon Kiria's scalp between her ears. It was hardly enjoyable to the wolfess, however, only making her feel even more degraded, like some kind of pet.
She proceeded to do as her recent experiences had taught her, applying suction as she continued to bob her head up and down, her tongue lavishly massaging the sensitive underside of the glans and coiling around and inside the foreskin. To think she'd considered this something beneath her just a week ago, yet now showed a certain skill in her ministrations. But with how it came as second nature to her, it also left her with a lot of time to contemplate how this was her brother's prick, and how this was what their decade-long rivalry came down to - her utter humiliation. There was no getting back at this. She'd been utterly defeated.
Just then, she felt that familiar stiffening in her brother's prick, his entire body tensing up in anticipation, just before his prick began to eject spurt after spurt of seed. Though he'd given no verbal warning, it proved little challenge to Kiria, and she swiftly swallowed everything that came over her tongue. The taste was unpleasant as ever, the fact that they were siblings only adding to her disgust, but it was hardly unbearable. Not anymore.
"Ah.", Esekius finally gasped out, visibly satisfied and smiling mischievously. "You are quite good at this.", he noted happily.
Kiria looked off to the side, blushing in shame. It was indeed very telling that she'd gotten so good at it.
"I will do what I can to get you out of here.", Esekius then said as he stowed his manhood and redid his belt. "It may take a while. Until then, do what you do best.", he said.
"How long?", Kiria asked, still kneeling.
"Not until after the coming battle. Perhaps the entire rebellion.", Esekius said, rubbing his chin. "Quite the inconvenience having to introduce a new liaison during a campaign.", he noted. "Get up. And pull pants up. Best you not come out with cunt on display.", he then said, gesturing her to rise. "Now come. Let us discuss orders more publicly.", he said.
Kiria did as told.
Digging her bare hoofs into the soft dirt below, Nissuth heavily trudged on ahead, straining to pull the creaking wooden wagon strapped to her shoulders as though she were a beast of burden. Though it was hardly dignified work, at the very least it wasn't whoring, and it let her maintain her strength and endurance.
She'd been placed in charge of dragging one of the carts where some of the more 'burdened' slave girls sat, and though one way of viewing it was that she served them as steed, another was that they were her cargo. In any case, this was her task, and it left her hopeful of her prospects. They yet treated her as more than just a cunt on legs, and she hoped to keep it that way.
SMACK!
Nissuth's eyes widened in shock as she felt her rear end swatted harshly with a riding crop. More than that, it'd managed to land over her labia as well.
"Onward, steed!", Goert called out with a laugh.
"Fuck, Gert! That snagged my cunt!", Nissuth grumbled, holding her rear with her hands.
"A steed needs discipline.", Goert said, still smiling.
"Could show some sympathy.", Nissuth grumbled.
"Don't recall ever receiving any from you when you hit me in the balls.", Goert noted.
Indeed, Nissuth hadn't ever thought to. Seemed a decent use of an advantage at the time. "You had it coming.", she argued.
SMACK!
"Gyah!", Nissuth cried out and stopped in place, now cupping her groin. That one had struck her directly between the legs, and very much intentionally.
"You shouldn't be using who has what coming as an argument now.", Goert quipped, his riding crop brushing against Nissuth's chin.
"Prick.", Nissuth hissed.
"Cunt.", Goert countered, still looking pleased with himself as he went elsewhere in their caravan.
Nissuth snorted angrily, then continued on their journey, her pace now somewhat slower. She would've liked nothing more than to sit down until her pain passed, but that wasn't even possible with her harness. It made her feel a bitterness towards all those spared her fate - the grey wolfess who somehow got to ride a steed with her uniform on alongside Pick, the feline merchant Takia who sat among the heavily pregnant slaves, or even the black lupine Coal, who trudged along in a string of slaves chained by iron collars. Even the latter would've been allowed a moment's rest were they hurt.
"Pfeh.", Nissuth scoffed at herself. She didn't need mercy. She would take any hardship and persevere, permitting all to see her worth as more than just an irredeemable traitor. They would recognize her as soldier yet.