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Divani Southlands - Chapter 02: Another First Day (MFdiv rape sad oral
magic)

   by Backstory thebackstory@blockthespambots.yahoo.com

   IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER!  ________________________________ This story is
intended for individuals above the age of 21 or above whatever age the
local jurisdiction of the reader would dictate.  None of the characters of
situations are in the least bit real, or even based on any real people or
events.

   This story is not set in our world.  The characters in this story live
in a special world called fantasyland.  In this world there are no STDs,
which is why none of the characters even think of wearing condoms.  In our
world, this can get you sick or dead.  You should never base your own life
decisions on something done by a person who lives in fantasyland.  The
characters in fantasyland often engage in questionable or downright immoral
behavior with little or no legal consequence.  This is, again, not the case
in our world.  If you rape someone or have sex with a 15-year-old, you will
probably go to prison and be raped yourself, so don't do it.  In fact,
there isn't much that the people of Fantasyland do that I would do, which
is why I write about them.  Fantasyland, as previously noted, has no real
consequences and is a safe place for my fantasies.

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   Divani Southlands - Chapter 01: Another First Day (MFdiv rape sad oral
magic)

   Fen Grafete customarily welcomed his new arrivals near the beach, in a
large area cordoned off with fences of intertwining rope.  His men called
the area the courtyard.  The Divani females had arrived at his camp last
night and he was up early to see the little white bitches.  He walked
alone, down the sandy path, to the courtyard.

   There were many training camps, all over the empire, each with its own
character.  The emperor allowed each camp governor to run things as he saw
fit, and so each camp had a way of turning out a certain type of slave. 
Grafete knew that the camps in the city of Tennogh tended to be run a
certain way.  That was why he was glad to have his camp in the southlands,
far from the city.

   He was of the firm opinion that Divani females should be broken down
constantly, from the second they entered the camp, until the day they were
sold.  What happened to them after this was not his concern, though he knew
that his camp attracted a certain sort of customer.  Most of the Divani
sold at his camp would likely not see their lot improve after going home
with a new master.  He felt a certain pride in this.

   Grafete himself was a small man, not much more than five feet tall.  He
thought it the god's great joke on him that he should be given a cock as
large as his and such a short body to hang it on.  Seven inches swung from
between his thighs and thicker by far than most other men.  It was a
lifelong frustration to be so short with such a large cock as women had a
tendency to dismiss him before he ever managed to display his endowment. 
As a teenager, he often dreamed of running a training camp like the one he
now did.  Many was the night he would masturbate furiously to fantasies of
compliant Divani females, utterly under his control.

   But he'd matured so much since then, and obtained his dream.  He was
approaching the court now and shook his head to clear his mind.  The sun
was already hot so he stripped off his shirt, casting it on a nearby bench.
He greeted Marten, who guarded the entrance to the court and walked inside.

   "Greetings, my lovely Divani females and welcome to your new home.  Each
and every one of you now belongs to me.  You belong to me for the period of
one year, after which you will be sold to your permanent master.  "You are
to do exactly as you are told at all times.  If you refused, there will be
a penalty according to my whim.  You can expect anything from being
deprived of food, to having your hair cut from your head.  You will not be
killed under any circumstances.  I believe that every one of you can be
instructed and I won't give up on any of you.  You will be taught many
things in the next year and as you demonstrate your willingness to learn,
you will be given a certain ranking.  Your rank will determine how much
money I am able to sell you for.  This means that it is to your advantage
to show me that you are eager to increase in rank so that I will not worry
and be forced to spend extra hours tutoring you."

   Grafete's ranking system was different than the one used by most of the
camps, but he thought his made much more sense.  The general increases in
rank due to good behavior were actually meaningless and only in place to
motivate the Divani.  Before they were sold, Grafete personally categorized
each of his females as to what type of master she would be most suitable
for.  He gazed out over the sea of pale faces.

   "Are there any questions?" A hand was raised.  "Yes, step forward.  What
is your question."

   An unusually small Divani female stepped forward, her features hard.  "I
do not have a question.  I request that you kill me now.  I do not wish to
submit to this atrocity."

   Grafete advanced, his jaw dropping.  "A yearling!  You're a yearling?"

   The female's resolve faltered for a minute but she quickly regained
composure.  "I am Divani, as you call us.  I am older than a year...  I
have lived for twenty-six years and..."

   "Come here, yearling.  I'll have my pleasure of you right now."

   The Divani looked at him as though he were mad.  "I do not know what a
yearling is, but I say again that you should kill me now.  We would have
done so had we captured you and would not have needed to be asked."

   "And I say again come to me.  You have no doubt heard that you shall,
under no circumstances, be killed.  Come here, then.  I mean to have my way
with your tight little cunt right here in the sand."

   She looked horrified.  "I will not come to you."

   Grafete's features hardened.  He had long been obsessed with finding a
yearling, but they were very rare.  None had ever been brought to his camp.
Yearlings were like other Divani except that they were usually under four
feet tall and rumored to have even stronger powers of regeneration.  To bed
a yearling was considered good fortune, to own one, well...  Only the
richest merchant could affored to own a yearling.  Yearlings were also
considered extremely hard to break, which meant that Grafete needed to put
his personal desires on the side.  It would not do to satisfy himself now,
and lose the change to break in this tiny, sweet bitch.  He'd have her. 
Maybe not now, but when the time was right, he'd have her.  Right now, this
yearling needed to be taken down a step.

   He turned to one of his men guarding the courtyard.  "Petriff, your
spear, please." Petriff tossed his spear and Grafete caught it easily. 
"Anyone who interferes here will have her hair cut.  No exceptions." he
said as he advanced on the yearling.  The rest of the Divani backed away,
chattering, but the yearling did not move as he neared her, but only tossed
her hair impetuously.  When he was near enough, he thrust out the butt of
the spear, catching her in the forehead and knocking her on her back.  As
she lay stunned in the sand, he knelt between her legs, parting them
easily, and with one swift motion, thrust the spear between her thighs and
through her clothing, pushing firmly up into her cunt.

   She cried out immediately, though her cry quickly became no more than a
pathetic gurgle.  Her white hair flashed brilliantly as she arched her
back. Grafete's muscular arm flexed as he slowly pushed the spear deeper
into her.  He watched the thick shaft sinking into her, forcing her cunt
open wide, as the sharp tip tore through her insides.  He placed a hand on
her chest and pushed her gently back.  Pink blood welled in her mouth as
she sank back to the ground, spilling out onto the sand.  Her blood also
stained the cloth between her legs and wet the ground there.

   "You will do exactly as I tell you to do, yearling." he said, slowly
twisting the haft of the spear as he spoke.  He reached out and took hold
of her jaw, forcing her to look into his eyes.  As her shocked, pained
expression came to rest on him, he pulled on the spear so that it began to
exit her body, then with a snarl, shoved it back into her.  She coughed and
shuddered, spraying pink blood everywhere and began to sob in pain.  He
brutally fucked her with the spear for well over a minute, then ripped it
unceremoniously from her body and stood up.  Pale pink blood poured from
her cunt, soaking the sand.  Her hair shone with a blinding white light.

   He pointed to a guard whose name he had forgotten.  "You.  Undress her.
When the bleeding stops and her hair dims, wash her in the sea, then carry
her back to my quarters." Normally he would not cum on the first day, but
he was now immensely horny and turned to the group.  "There is now an
opportunity for one of you to advance in rank by assisting me.  Are there
any volunteers?"

   He didn't expect any, but was surprised as a Divani female stepped
forward and bowed.  "How may I service you, Master?" she asked with her
head bowed.  Grafete smiled.  Night and day, these Divani could be.

   "Kneel here and open your mouth.  Swallow what I give you."

   The Divani bowed lower, then knelt before him and raised her face to
him, her small mouth open.  He unfastened his pants and pulled his cock
out. The Divani's eyes widened.

   "What's the matter?" he asked as he stroked himself.  He was pleased
with her reaction.

   "Nothing, Master.  It's just that yours is the first man's cock I've
ever seen.  I knew men were much bigger than Divani, but I didn't know they
were this large."

   "All men are not this large.  I am lucky and have been gifted by the
gods."

   She smiled playfully.  "Perhaps if I am as lucky I will get to feel your
large cock during my training here."

   Having the sluttiest unbroken Divani he'd ever known saying these things
to him as he jerked himself off over her upturned face brought him quickly
over the edge.  He grunted and put the tip of his cock to her lips,
shooting stream after stream of thick cum into her open mouth.  As he
finished, she closed her mouth on his seed, her expression contemplative.
She swallowed thoughtfully and smiled.  "I like that.  Is there any more?"
Grafete squeezed his cock, a bit more cum dripping from the tip.  She
licked it up hungrily, then looked up at him expectantly.

   "That's all for today.  You will advance one rank, and I thank you.  Go
with the others."

   "Thank you, Master."

   Grafete turned to see that the yearling had been stripped of her
clothes. She lay curled on her side, both hands cupping her brutalized
cunt, her back matted with blood and sand.  The guard he had posted watched
over her, but her hair still blazed with white light.

   He address the yearling's guard.  "You.  I expect to see her in my
quarters within the hour."

   "Yes, sir."

   Grafete turned his back on the scene and saw that Petriff had retrieved
his spear and was marshalling the men to get the other Divani to their
cells.  He left the courtyard and made his way briskly back to the castle.
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