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Subject: {ASSM} The Village Girl Alati, Part 1 of 3 {Mf, nc, humil}
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(c) 2009 Regina Lake

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents
are either the product of the author's disturbed imagination and are
used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual persons, living, dead,
undead or mostly harmless, business establishments, events, or locales
is entirely coincidental.

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The attack happened in the wee hours of the morning.

Alati was woken up abruptly by the sounds of angrily shouting men and
the light of houses burning that came through the window. She grabbed
her sleeping younger brother out of bed roughly and pushed him out of
their room in panic. Something was wrong.

Their parents were standing in the corridor. They must have woken up
the same moment as her. Suddenly the front door was broken open and
men dressed in armour were standing there. Alati's mother screamed as
her father charged towards the men. One of the men held up a tool and
zapped him, flinging him to one side or the room violently. He lay
there unconscious.

Things happened so fast that Alati had problems remembering them. They
were all rounded up in the village square, the women and children. The
men were nowhere to be seen. The weak sunlight did not warm them at
all as they stood in the cold morning air shivering.

The boys were forcibly separated from them, and their mothers wailed.
Now only the women were left standing there trying to cover themselves
up with their hands.

A man appeared in the midst of the guards that were left to watch over
them. He seemed to have more authority than most.

"Check them" was the curt order given.

Immediately the guards grabbed the women closest to them. Large
barrels were rolled to the square and the women were unceremoniously
flung facedown onto the barrels which were lying on their sides. They
were held down as their skirts were thrown over their heads, their
underwear torn or cut open and legs were parted. The soldiers then
examined their sex, poking fingers into them carefully and peering
into them. Finally the examining soldiers stated if the woman was a
virgin or not.

Those who were not virgins were dragged kicking and screaming to one
side, where their raping started. Other guards appeared, grabbing and
throwing the women to the ground, where their skirts would be cut off
and their legs would be held apart for the soldiers' large penises to
penetrate them. Some soldiers knelt in front on the women rhythmically
pounding and grinding into them.

The virgin were led into the church, which stood to the side and had
not been torched. Screams and cries camed from the house, followed by
barking. The soldiers had brought dogs along.

Alati watched helplessly and in a daze as the circle of women grew
smaller. They crowded into the center to delay their time of
examination as long as possible. Alati watched as a girl friend Teryne
was examined and then thrown on the ground to be raped. Teryne had
been one of the prettier unmarried girls in the village and was often
flirting with the men and boys from other villages. Still it was
surprising that she had given up her virginity before she was married.

Suddenly a large hand grabbed her arm from behind. Alati screamed as
she was lifted onto the barrel. Her long skirt was pulled over her
head and she was pinned down by strong hands, bruising her breasts. A
rough hand felt her up and grabbed the waistband of her underwear,
cutting it away. She struggled to keep her long legs closed, but a
strong slap to her bottom chased the breath out of her. Hands to
either side of her parted her smooth thighs, exposing her soft sex to
be manipulated and examined. She felt humiliated to be so exposed to
the view of these men, but she was helpless to stop them. She could
only wail in protest.

"NO! No no nonono..."

A hand spread her sex apart as a rough finger entered and explored her
intimate insides. Probing and probing... she wailed as it moved about
inside her. It was the first time she had been touched there by a man.
Her whole body was blushing and strained in protest.

"She's a virgin!" announced the examiner as the soldiers to her sides
groaned. No doubt they regretted that they would not be able to rape
her then and there.

She was pulled up by her blonde hair and dragged into the wooden
church building, stumbling over the threshold. The feel of the rough
male hand inside her was still strong, causing her to be almost
oblivious to what was happening until she felt her hair being cut
short. Her clothes were ripped off until she was standing only in a
shift, and even her shift was torn away messily above the knee,
leaving one side much shorter than the other.  The left side covered
half her thigh, but the right side came up to her hip. Her sex was
barely covered and her full blonde bush could be clearly seen. The
soldier who ripped it sneered at her and then pushed her towards the
rest of the girls there.

She looked around her. Some of the girls there were only 5, like
Becki.  They were crouched into a corner. Alati moved to get closer to
her best friend Seri, whom she noticed immediately.

Immediately a loud barking focused her attention on the hounds that
were set there to guard them. Obviously they thought she was trying to
escape. Under their growls, she crouched down and stayed there
silently, tyring to make sense of the fate that had fell upon her
peaceful village.

Slowly the screams and chaos outside faded and after some time she
noticed there were no new additions to their number. It was almost
midday, the strong sunlight shining into the small church.

The man appeared again, giving orders she could not understand due to
the fog in her head. They were made to stand and water was poured down
into their throats. Alati drank thirstily and unknowingly. Cords tied
their hands and around their necks, and then a length of cord linked
their necks to each other in a line. They were captives.

Marching through the village, Alati saw houses burning. None of the
men nor the boys nor the raped girls and women were anywhere to be
seen. It was just them walking through the village, and then upon
reaching the gate, leaving it behind.

They were weak and tired. Becki was sobbing hard and stopped walking.
The guards around them produced switches and switched their legs.

"Keep moving!"

Becki wailed in protest. A guard moved towards her with a half-drawn
weapon, but Seri suddenly shouted.

"I'll take care of her... please don't kill her!"

Becki was cut from the line and given to Seri to carry. Finally they
reached a clearing where the soldiers had made camp. It was well
camouflaged, and even with her familiarity of the woods around here
Alati had not noticed it until they were upon it.  Entering the camp,
it seemed so different than it looked outside that it seemed a bubble
hung over the camp, hiding it from view.

They were set to chores, cooking and cleaining the soldiers clothes,
under the watchful eyes of fully-armed soldiers with switches. Alati
felt self-conscious as the guards ogled her full breasts, hardly
hidden by her translucent shift. And her bottom and sex were almost on
full display as she went about her chores, her shift having been torn
short earlier. She was constantly humiliated as the guards ordered her
to squat to lift heavy burdens or to bend over to pick up things they
dropped. But they did not lay a hand on her.

Night fell and then things got uglier.

The soldiers ate and drank, laughing as the captives served them food
and fondling them. Alati's breasts were fondled and pinched and her
ass and sex felt up as she served the soldiers food. She deliberately
took her time as sho moved with disgust between the soldiers. She also
felt dizzy as she had not eaten the whole day and the smell of the
food was overwhelming.

"Round them up boys, and let's have some fun!" A cheer went up and the
captives were gathered in the center of the men's attention and lights
were shone on them. Alati had heard of lights that did not need fire,
but this was the first time she saw them.

The man came forward, the one with authority. "We need to show them
who's boss, with all this slow service around here." He looked at
Alati and her heart jumped. Her reluctance had been noticed.

"Take them over the knees in a circle. Lets give them a taste of the
hand, the birch and the whip."

Cheering, the men brought out seven chairs, on which seven men and the
captain were seated in a circle. The captain indicated Alati, and she
was brought to him. She fought back, and was powerless as she was
dragged and thrown over his knees. Her short shift, which hardly
covered her ass anyway, was drawn up to expose half her back as well
Her hands and her shift were held firmly at the small of her back,
pinning her firmly down. The spanking started immediately, driving the
breath of of her with hard slaps.

Alati was determined not to scream, as Becki was already doing. She
was facing Becki's bottom. Becki was crying the moment the hand landed
on her bare ass and was kicking wildly so Alati could see her asshole
and sex clearly even from a distance, opening and closing as she
kicked. Alati crossed her legs to keep from revealing the same as the
captain's hand came down again and again without mercy.

"Open your legs or I will order your friends to get more of the same."
The captain threatened. Alati thought of the other girls and uncrossed
her legs reluctantly.

The captain was thorough. He had already given her eight hard slaps,
covering the top of her bum to midway on her thighs but he could see
this mare needed more before she would submit. Village girls took
friendship seriously and it was a good move to use threats to their
friends to control them, but they also needed to learn how painful and
humiliating punshment could be so that they would keep the rules as
best as possible.

The rest of the girls were now alternately sobbing and begging, and
Alati was only whimpering. The captain knew he had chosen well. He
wanted to break the toughest girl among them all. He doubled his
efforts, both in force and speed of the slaps.

Alati had felt her bottom burning from the first slap but she bit back
her screams as much as possible. Now with this increased onslaught she
felt her will slipping away. The palm had worked  from her bum to the
crease between her bum and her thighs, and also to her upper thighs.
The area burned with an intensity. Now it was covering the area for
the third time. Oh God it burned. She sweated with the intensity of
bearing the pain. The heat of the spanking reached her loins as
well.

Finally the first scream escaped her lips as the hand crashed down for
the umpteenth time on her red and raw bum. The captain grinned, but
did not let up on the intensity of his blows. He had lost count of how
many counts he had given.

"Oh.. please, no more! Ahhh! No.. more!!" She had started kicking and
begging as well. Alati let the tears of humiliation stream down her
face as she begged for mercy, yet the captain did not stop until an
eternity later. She stayed there on his lap and sobbed away, legs
parted to allow her bottom to cool down and not caring what people saw
there anymore.

The captain enjoyed the view of her sex as she hung there. It was
slightly open and swollen, even though her had not touched it.
Obviously this girl got some pleasure from being treated this way. He
reached down and his finger gently caressed the lips of her sex,
leading her to gasp.

"Look at how wet and excited you are... you like this, don't you?" His
taunt made her blush, having been previously unaware but now deeply
ashamed of her reaction to the spanking. She had only experienced
getting wet when she was teased by a boy she liked very much,  but did
not understand how she could be aroused by this hard punishment. As
the captain reached down to pinch her nipples, she became aware that
they were hard and extra-sensitive too. It disgusted and shamed her
that this man knew she was turned on by such attentions.

"Don't worry, there's more coming" said the captain. A swish and a
crack and a long line burned her skin. She screamed as the cane bit
into her skin. A cheer went up as the soldiers saw the captain cane
the stubborn girl.

She kicked, begged and screamed as the cane punished her raw ass. The
captain too felt the strain of holding onto her as she struggled, and
so her hands were now stretched in front of her by another soldier.
She had no recollection of when the change happened, only of the
merciless cane biting into her soft skin methodically from the top of
her bum downwards. When it reached the crease between the bum and her
thighs, the pain was so blinding she blacked out.

When she woke up, she was hung naked from a tree by her hands, with
her legs tied wide apart. The other girls were seated and sobbing in
front of her as a guard splashed more water on her face.

"You're the only one not to have experienced a whipping yet." The
captain came to stand in front of her. "So we've decided to make an
example of you and let everyone see what a real whipping looks like.
I'm going to whip you all over your body. The rest were lucky to
escape with only a small whipping on their behinds."

He dangled two whips in front of her. One was short and the other was
much longer, and both had three wide tails. He ran the whips gently
across her body, sweeping them across her breasts. The cold air had
brought her nipples to attention as the captain moved behind her. She
tensed with anticipation and shivered again with cold and fear.

She had time to see the frightened faces of her friends in front of
her and the leering guards as well. A few of them were massaging the
front of their trousers or openly rubbing their cocks as they watched
her waiting for a show.

The first blow fell across her back. She mewled from the pain but
managed to keep from screaming. He was using the long whip on her
back. The lashes bit into her skin, leaving red welts but not breaking
them open. The captain prided himself on his skill of being able to
cane and whip without breaking the skin, as it would devalue the
captives'  fetching price on the slave market.

After three strokes on her back, the captive was already sobbing
openly from the pain. The captain then chose the short whip for the
rest of her body. He moved to the front of her body and began to whip
her full breasts, all the while softly calling her unspeakable names,
like slave and slut and cunt. The whip bit into her breasts and
raising welts on her smooth white skin.

He whipped her breasts eight times left and right, causing her to try
to pull back. Her breasts bounced in her attempts to break free. He
then whipped her torso down to her belly and to her hips. When he
moved away her friends saw that her body was criss-crossed with red
stripes.

He moved behind her and took a breather before raising the whip again.
Beginning from the left leg, he whipped the ankle on both the inside
and outside of her leg.

Alati could hardly support the pain making its way slowly up her left
leg. She struggled hard against her bonds and wailed loudly as her
calf was submitted to the lashing. She also sensed the impending
danger to her sex as the lashes moved upwards, and became aware that
once again she was lubricating herself, to her shame.

Her arousal was not hidden as her sex had swelled to be clearly
visible even under her full bush. The soldiers made lewd comments and
forced the other village girls to continue watching as her juices
began to drip down to her thighs.

When the lashes reached her sensitive inner thighs, she was bucking
wildly and begging for him to stop. Miraculously he did... only to
begin with her right ankle.

Finally the whipping stopped at her right inner thigh. She was now a
humiliated sobbing mess. It was probably good that she hadn't eaten or
drank much, because she would have emptied her bowels by then. The
captain stood back and admired his handiwork for a while. He knew that
for all the lashes he had given her that he wouldn't kill her and that
she'd still be alive tomorrow. Still the marks would stay long enough
to act as a reminder of the pain and humiliation she went through, not
only to her bu also to the other village girls. He prepared for the
final touches.

Alati thought she didn't have it in her to scream again until the whip
bit into her swollen sensitive sex. The pain was excruciating, sending
over the edge with an orgasm with the stimulation and causing her to
lift her head and scream with her whole being while her breasts
bounced madly. The girls watched in horror and the soldiers cackled
their obvious enjoyment. Twice more she experienced the mind-blasting
pain before the captain came in front of her, folding the whips up.
She sobbed as much from the pain as from relief.

"And that is what you can expect to happen to you and one other girl
if any of you don't obey our commands instantly. And if you try to
escape, what you can expect to happen  to all the other girls if you
try to escape, even if you don't succeed. And God help you, if you do
not suceed in escaping, for worse will befall you," he announced. The
pale fixated looks from the girls on him signaled that they fully
understood the consequences of disobedience.

"Cut her down and give them some food and water. Tomorrow we march."

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