Rebellion

Adam gazed at his home village, which was still burning. Good men laid on the ground, their blood pooling around them. The village’s warriors were no match for the might of the empire, and they too were struck down mercilessly. The children were not spared – in fact, the Empire’s soldiers seemed to take extra care to deal the maximum amount of pain to them, with many having fingers and eyes removed.

But it was how the women looked that made Adam growl, made his blood pump and made his fingers thrum for a knife, or a sword, so he could chase those cowardly bastards and kill every single last one of them.

They were alive – oh yes, they were very much alive. But they were empty. The women had been stripped naked, tied to poles and brutally. Cum dripped from their faces, and tears leaked from their eyes, but they couldn’t say anything. Some, from the shock. Others had been knocked from the of cocks slamming down their throats.

I will kill them all, Adam thought, staring at his beautiful mother, who the warriors had taken extra care with.

Cum dripped down her beautiful breasts, and her face was matted with several marks and bruises that could only have come from men slapping her with their cocks.