Legends of Belariath
Zingara
Zingara's First Rape
“The first time it Happened to me?” The Chirot would laugh once at the question, before sipping from her wine. The question was real though, and as the Eyes of the Chirot met with her questioners she nodded once, holding her smile “very well, as you know few with in these walls can escape rape forever, performers are even more a target as we must draw attention to ourselves” Zingara took in a slow sigh as she thought back, “Five passings of the winter winds… that is how long ago it took place. I was young, and still part of the caravan then…”
“Zingara, good show”
“yes yes, well played, your best yet”
Murg and her teacher complemented her as she left the stage, for the next performer, She would of course blush, she was proud of her skills as a performer, she had picked up the skills easier than most, she was a natural, it was only her second year at learning and already she was close to her teachers level, it made everyone glad, Murg most of all, after all he was the one that found her, and with all the arguments about letting her stay, it proved he was indeed correct.
“Thank you both very much, if you will excuse me, I think a drink would be very nice yes?” she cocked her head faintly to one side as she looked between them hoping they would drink with her, she was finally old enough that Murg wouldn’t bicker and yell about her drinking, she had been with the group for well over a decade now, that’s ten passing of the winter winds to most of us, in fact it was probably closer to fifteen passings…
“Sorry Zin girl Murg needs to watch the performers…”
“and I will be up in two performances…”
A soft sigh was offered, then a smile “it’s okay… when you are finished I’ll be at the bar” Zingara nodded to her companions and headed off towards the bar, it wasn’t the largest building, which made reaching the bar even harder, eventually she would make it, and once seated she would order some ale, which was pretty much all they had, save a few other drinks that not even the dwarfs touched.
It was three or maybe four, glasses later that she felt a person grab her shoulder “Lisan..” it was all she got out before she realized it wasn’t her friend, it wasn’t even a woman, or an elf it was a tall slender man with feathery wings and as she started to say something she found herself cut off by his voice “That was a wonderful performance you gave!” he sounded so thrilled and warm, handing her several coins “here let me buy that drink for you” He was so kind, so warm, and so sweet.. he didn’t belong in this dirty place.
Zinny simply nodded beaming bashfully at him, as she was swept from the bar to a table, they talked for several minutes, she found out his name was Lux he was also a traveling man, a perform of kinds, he went on and on about loving her voice, and how he had a friend who would like to meet her, perhaps be able to teach her some more, and on and on, always warm and kind, and nice, he was cute, with long dark hair pulled into a tail, braided, his wings were like ice shards, with blues ranging in hue’s from dark navy blue to royal blues to sky blues and even some white feathers in them. Everything about this man seemed, well perfect. The Chirot would nod as she stood, letting him lead the way, a master of music willing to teach her? Oh this would be wonderful, he could have the man come back and talk to Murg and the rest of the Caravan see if they would let her stay here…
She never met a master of Music… who she did meet was Lux’s other half, his real half, and it was ugly, Stuck In her mind forever, she walked arm and arm with him, then as they rounded corner of a building she was abruptly slammed to the wall and before she could even think to react he had a dagger to her throat “you scream I cut..” he hissed at her, as his other hand moved down to her shirt, simply jerking and ripping at it until her breasts were exposed for him to fondle and kneed roughly. She could do little she shivered and started to whimper in fear, wincing in shame as he teased her nipples hard then as he relaxed his grip on her to reach for his pants she rose a knee up trying to hit his groin, she missed, hitting a thigh, it was enough for her to try and run, but he was bigger faster and stronger and soon she found herself face down in the dirt “wrong me bitch” was all he said as he straddled her from behind. From here it got only worse… well for Zingara. She was bound with the rags of her own shirt, then as he tore her skirt she found part of it shoved in her mouth to silence her in case she screamed. She was at that moment full aware of how much power he had stolen from her.
She screamed the pain running through her, it hurt, sadly the rags muffled her pain, again she would scream, and again the muffled voice would go ignored and unheard. He had freed his pants and was thrusting his hard shaft deeply into her dry clit, harshly, he was looking for no pleasure to offer her, he wanted her to hurt, to feel pain, to remember his acts upon her, each thrust hurt less than the last, as her body reacted as best it could, it never was wanted, it she never wetted for him, she only tried to blot out the pain in her mind, her voice always fighting uselessly to be heard, he wings pinned back my his arms, as to prevent her movement, then she felt it, an act that should always of been welcomed and warming, the erupting pulsing feel of seed coating her walls, and dripping with in her, instead it made her feel only dirtier, only worse, she shivered as cold, though she was burning up, now begging with in herself for him to be done, but he wasn’t no, he would pull out and rub the seed and what little juice she had produced along her ass, which caused her to fight again she was already weaker than him, and now shattered partially, the fight would not last.
It was noticed in the bar that Zingara was missing, and Murg set out to find her, asked people where she went, few really knew, but with her being the only Chirot in the place it was easy to find which way she went when she left, though faintly expensive, as all good information is. He worked slowly, checking allies and such as he went, there was much grounds to cover, not to mention if she was IN a building, asking people as he went, calling her name, the longer the search took the madder he would get, mad at her for not answering, mad at whoever left with her, because he had to look, maddest at himself, because he didn’t know what was happening to her..
A whimper of pain offered as the thick member forcibly made it’s way into her canal, her cheeks clamped as did her orifice which made the act only more painful, slow long thrust first, then faster and faster, he abused her, slapping her , holding her in the mud, her face and front coated in mud, her mound already filled with his cum, now he was to abuse her last sanctuary of purity, her ass, the man had a clear hate for chirots, he didn’t care so much of humiliating Zingara as he did of causing pain and shame upon a Chirot, it was clear as he muttered while he ‘worked’
“fucking Chirot whore”
“you deserve this bitch”
“Tell the other Chirots who did this”
“Beg for your pathetic chirot life”
he pulled to spray her back, all the way up into her hair with his hot sticky sperm, and he did just that, and right after that he was silent, she didn’t understand why, until the body slumped the ground beside her with a large whole in his neck, she shivered more, she twisted and squirmed as she tried to free herself, hearing deep heavy breathing behind her she knew who it was, and soon Murg freed her hands which allowed her to pull the gag from her mouth and start talking
“Go away…please leave…get out of here”
it was all she could think she didn’t want this man who cared about her to see her like this, she was raw, dirty and weak.. she shivered and then started to cry the Minotaur didn’t leave, though instead he wrapped his cloak around her, and held her as she cried and shivered she didn’t know what to do, she couldn’t think or act or say she could only cry and let the large powerful minotaur carry her to the lake where he would was her slowly softly carefully, but in truth it didn’t matter she still felt dirty, the filth was under her skin like she had maggots crawling around eating at her soul but she remembered one thing, and started to slowly focus on it, when she was being raped, she felt like he had stolen her power, and taken it as his own.. she remembered the hopelessness and weakness she felt, and vowed then to not be weak like that, she also held the idea of making others weak about herself, rolling it around like a though on the tongue, twisting it playing with it, conceiving it and accepting it, “Murg… I’ll never be weak like this again” she finally whispered to him as she let him wash her still