Ch. 3: The Escape

She landed with a hard thump. Pebbles and larger rocks continued to shower from above. Terra felt bruised and battered, both from her fall and from the men's rough use of her. She lay there stunned until the the pattering of rocks fell silent.

With a groan, Terra stood up. She looked around, but her vision was blurred and her head ached more than ever. She was tempted to fall back down and sleep, but she remembered the creatures that lived in the mines. She gritted her teeth. "One foot in front of the other," Terra murmured. "You can do it..."

She took no more than a few steps before pain and fatigue overtook her body. Terra fell in a heap on the floor.

Visions began to fill her mind....

She was in a small, dimly lit room. What was she doing here, tied to a chair?...She was so tired...She couldn't remember...

The man seemed to materialize in front of her. She saw his blond hair, so pale it was almost white. And his face...it was twisted with an evil, insane humor. "Uwee, hee, hee!" he cackled. "With this Slave Crown, I'll OWN you!!"

He was in front of her now. He held something in his hands. Something...he was putting it on her head. She didn't want him to do that. She struggled, but there was nowhere to go. And suddenly it was on her head. She felt it tighten, felt it consume her....

Her head shot up. All uncertainty and fear drained away. She knew what to do and what was expected of her. The man looked at her and nodded. She nodded back. He cackled in delight. "Yes...yes!" he exclaimed. "I own you now....You're mine!!...."

With a wicked grin he suddenly pounced on her. He pushed her back in the chair and kissed her roughly. He slid his tongue in and played with hers. She felt small shocks through her virgin body at his kiss. Something in the recesses of her brain was telling her that this was wrong, that she should resist. But almost immediately she dispelled the thought and began kissing him back.

She struggled against her bonds. She wasn't trying so much to please him, or even fulfill her own desires. She simply followed what her instinct told her to do...but she did it without any real consciousness, any real feeling...

His hands slid over her arms, over her body. He reached down and pressed a button, and she was free.

She arched her body up to meet his. He jerked up her dress and fondled her, sliding two fingers in and out of her vagina. She moaned, her body resisting slightly at the unfamiliar sensation.

He fumbled with his clothing, finally freeing himself from their cumbersome weight. Without warning, he pushed her back and plunged his hard cock into her.

She gasped in pain and clutched the arms of the chair tightly. "Uhhh..." she moaned as he went deeper inside.

He grasped her buttocks and moved her back and forth, sliding in and out of her. He lifted her up and pulled her to him, shoving himself all the way inside. Her legs wrapped around his waist. Her moans were a mixture of pain and pleasure as she felt his cock in her slick depths.

He grunted and thrust rapidly, slamming her into the hard chair. She moaned louder, the pain becoming acute. Tears ran from her eyes, but she was quickly learning to enjoy the experience.

Her virgin blood flowed, mixing with her sticky juices, staining the seat a dull red. Still he pumped her, his excitement growing.

He reached his peak with a long, exuberant shout. Her body spasmed, her thighs twitched. She fell back, gasping for air.

The man's yell changed into a wild cackle as the stench of blood, sweat and sex reeked all around them...

She was in a town, operating a strange mechanical device. All around her, houses were in flames, people were screaming in terror.

"Good! Good! Burn everything up!" A familiar cackle sounded beside her. She did not bother to turn to the man. She concentrated only on her job. She felt no awkwardness, no guilt at his proximity.

In fact, she didn't feel much anything at all...

Now she stood in front of thousands of Imperial soldiers. Three people stood beside her: the Imperial generals. A gray-haired man in robes was speaking. She saw the man with white hair, who glanced back and winked at her. The blond-haired man next to him turned back and looked at her also. If she had been able to discern emotions, she would have seen the look of sympathy in his eyes...Beside them, the woman with golden hair and a white cape remained facing front.

"It is our destiny to take this mystic force of magic and claim what is rightfully ours!" the speaker was shouting. "With our new-found power, nothing can stand in our way!"

The soldiers raised their hands and began to shout. "Hurrah! Long live Emperor Gestahl!" So infectious was the mood that she, too, took up the chant as well.

"Hurrah! Long live Emperor Gestahl!"...

Terra's eyelids blinked as the dreams flew through her mind. Her hands and legs twitched as she relived the incredible sensations of that first time. The wetness began seeping from her, her body responding as she recalled the physical pleasures that she and hundreds of Imperial soldiers had shared every day after that...

Her head jerked back. Saliva backed up in her throat, making her choke. She turned on her side and coughed forcefully. Terra spasmed, then lay still.

She dreamt no more.