Survive this.
The words rang through Eudoxia’s head as the victorious soldier fucked her. His callused hands gripped her smooth, pale ass cheeks, pulling her hips back into his body. His stink was overwhelming: sweat and blood and other bodily fluids. She never would allow him near her in happier times, regardless of his allegiance. Now he was fucking her. A noble citizen of Amorium. Daughter of an advisor to Strategos himself.
Survive this.
The initial, searing pain, the sensation of being spilt open from the inside had faded, replaced by a dull ache. Her body was responding to the sudden presence of a cock inside her womanhood. Women had been fucked by men for thousands of years. Her body knew how to help her survive.
Survive this.
Her screams had given way as well, replaced by whimpers and moans of fear and humiliation. This man had tackled her as she ran from him inside her own house, laughed as he dazed her with a cuff to the temple, and dragged her to her parents’ bed (not that he knew or cared, of course). The soldier forced her to present her naked ass to him, and he stroked himself as he prepared to take her. Eudoxia tried to pull away once, but the man grabbed handful of her hair and brutally yanked her back. “You no fight, I no kill,” he growled to her in broken Greek.
Survive this.
The soldier made a show of probing Eudoxia’s asshole with the tip of his cock. He laughed and slapped her ass when she screamed in horror and humiliation, but he did not take her there. He spat on his hand, rubbed his cock with it, found her other hole, and with practiced ease drove himself straight into her.
Survive this.
Eudoxia could hear her sister in the next room, going through the same ordeal. There was more slapping from her sister’s room, though. More shouts from the man taking her sister. Eudoxia must be lucky. Her soldier seemed more focused on the pleasures of the sex he was having. She noticed a wet slurping sound every time he withdrew his cock for another thrust, and grew nauseous.
Survive this.
The soldier fucking Eudoxia picked up the pace of his thrusts, leaned in to her, and squeezed her hanging breasts. His moaning grew louder, washing her face in his hot breath, and Eudoxia realized he was about to cum. Eudoxia was not married, but her sister was, and when Eudoxia had asked what sex was like, her sister said that her husband (and men in general), always looked ridiculous when they were close to climax, and made hilarious sounds during the climax itself.
With a shudder, the soldier let out a long, high-pitched moan and drove himself deep into Eudoxia. She gasped in pain as his cock bumped up against something inside her, then she could feel it spasming, twitching as he released his seed into her womb. His moan never stopped as he gave a couple more thrusts, and then, breathing heavily, withdrew from her. There was the slurping sound again.
Eudoxia fell onto the bed and cried in shame and fear. What was going to happen now? Was he going to kill her? Was she going to become a slave? Be sold?
Survive this.
Eudoxia’s heard a male scream of pleasure from the next room, followed by a plaintive wail from her sister. Eudoxia turned her head to look for the soldier who had taken her, but he was already striding toward her, his clothes back in place. She squealed, expecting a sword or knife, but instead her grabbed her hair and hauled her naked to her feet. She was wobbly on the floor. Her legs felt leaden, her womanhood hurt, and something (blood or seed or both) was leaking between her legs. The soldier didn’t care, he pushed her out into the hall and half-dragged her to the next room, where her sister was lying facing down on Eudoxia’s bed, and big brute of a soldier was tightening his belt.
Eudoxia’s soldier asked the man a question in their language. The brute shrugged, grabbed a knife from his kit, and strode over to Eudoxia’s sister. Eudoxia screamed in horror, trying to warn her sister, but the soldier holding her cuffed her on the head again and dragged her away. From the room, Eudoxia heard a despairing, “no, no!” in Greek, followed by a wet slice and splashing sound.
Sobbing, Eudoxia let the soldier haul her naked out into the street. It was a scene of tears and blood and rape. Men thrusted between the splayed legs of women openly in the street. Men bent women over whatever appropriate-height structure they could find and took their pleasure. Some women lay where they had been left, legs open obscenely, trying to hold closed their slit bellies or, having lost the battle for life, stared lifelessly up into the sky. Eudoxia saw one poor woman left face down in the middle of the street, her ass raised to the sky. A wooden stake of some kind had been driven into her hole, and from it flew an enemy battle standard.
Survive this.
The soldier dragged the stunned, crying Eudoxia to a crossroads, where a group of young women was being assembled. Each of them were naked except for a rusty iron collar and chain connecting her with the girl next to her, and each showed the same signs of the rape that Eudoxia had just endured. An older man (a slave trader! Eudoxia realized) came up to the soldier, greeted him in their language, and gestured him to put Eudoxia into the line. When she was situated next to another frightened girl, the soldier gave Eudoxia one last lecherous look up and down. He cupped a breast one more time and walked away, taking a purse of coin from the slave traded as he left.
Eudoxia did not react when someone locked a collar around her neck. More women were dragged to the group over the course of the afternoon, and as evening fell, they were led out of the city still naked, past crowds of looting soldiers who, cheered, clapped, and made lewd gestures. They spent the night in the army camp. Many of the girls were pulled away to entertain returning troops, but Eudoxia was spared, being in the middle of the long coffee. In the morning, Eudoxia and her fellow surviving women of Amorium were given simple tunics, shoes, and hats to ward off the Anatolian sun (they needed to be somewhat pretty for their sale in Antioch!) began their long journey into slavery.