You are now spoils of war

A pair of Llewyn soldiers begin to grab hold of you, picking you up with frightening ease. You can no longer bring yourself to resist further, your body has reached its physical limit, exhaustion sapping away your strength and willpower. Your head is pounding having taken one too many jolts, making your surroundings seem fuzzy and worst of all {if Virginity = false} the constant throbbing pain between your legs reminding you of your lost innocence, of how you had been conquered brutally in the worst way you could imagine. {else} your body throbs with pain at the slightest movement, bruised and battered from head to toe. {endif}

{if Virginity = false} You feel nauseous as you recall your ****, the powerlessness, vulnerability, and worst of all the slight pleasure your treasonous body seemed to take from being defiled. You can't hold back the tears that are still falling, and you honestly don't want to. {endif}

The pair lead you to a sad group of women, most of them crying except for one, a motherly looking woman, who seems to be trying to comfort the others. The women are all chained together by their collars, and their arms bound in shackles in front of them. Pained whimpers bring your attention to the small wagon nearby, where two women who clearly fell victim to the soldier's lusts{if Virginity = false}, much like you,{endif} and aren't in the condition to march to wherever the Llewyn troops intend to take you.

They begin to attach you to the sad procession of women {if Virginity = false} but your legs begin to give out on you, and the soldier lifts you into the back of the wagon as you begin to lose your grip on consciousness. A jingle of chains and a new presence next to you brings you out of your stupor to find the motherly woman has joined you, seemingly being allowed to comfort you.

"I am Emma, I know you've been through a lot little one, just try to rest." She coos softly to you, caressing your head and planting you in between her plush thighs. Feeling finally safe for the first time today, you press your face into her thighs and allow yourself to cry for your lost innocence. Eventually, you cry yourself to exhaustion and are lulled to sleep by the rocking of the cart, and the reassuring whispers and caresses from Emma. {else} and they chain you to the back. The older woman turns to you, giving her best attempt at a reassuring smile.

"I'm Emma young one, I know you've probably been through a lot, but we must stay strong" she hugs you closer to her "if not for ourselves, then for the others..." she adds in a hushed tone.

You give the woman a look over, but you don't recognize her from the camp, is she from the village? She is a curvy woman, with the body and demeanour of a mother, but there seems to be a sadness in her eyes, she seems to have accepted her fate, trying to comfort the other girls instead. Not long passes before the soldiers interrupt your thoughts and **** your sad lad little troupe to march onwards, you look to the horizon, the situation finally setting in. You are now property. {endif}