Golden Palace

Golden Palace

By RankoSaotome

Disclaimer: Viese is copyright of me, Krayvven to my friend, Rikku to another friend. Any name coincidences are not purposeful, at least to my knowledge. This story was inspired by a Ranma 1/2 Doujinshi as well.

WARNING: This fanfic contains high amounts of rape and forced sex. If you are not of age to buy porn in your state/country, do not read this. If rape disturbs you, please turn back. You have been warned.

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"I've been having strange dreams lately, Kray."

"What kinds of dreams, Viese?"

"I... I feel like it's something I should be remembering, but..."

"But what? Is the dream unpleasant or does it scare you?"

Viese did not answer immediately, as an image came to mind. Surrounded by men, men that were violating her body and covering her flesh with their thick, white stuff.

She grit her teeth, as Kray ran his fingers through her purplish hair. She hesitated to continue, as more disturbing images came to mind.

Of the Assassin girl helpless to fight back against the men surrounding her, one holding her breasts in a tight grasp that sent pain through her chest, one thrusting into her sex from below, while two others were pushing and shoving on each other, fighting over who would get sucked off first. She could feel the tears stinging her eyes as one finally won, shoving into her mouth and forcing her to service him.

"A month?!"

"Near as I can tell, that's how long I've been suffering from the dream."

"You know, I heard about something like this from the other Priests. You have to figure out what your dreams are trying to tell you, and then they will go away. Sounds easy, right?"

'Easy? If only he knew... Just how terrible these dreams were...'

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"Ah! Uhn! Ah!!!" Viese cried out, her body covered in sweat as she was thrust into from before her, the man in front of her merciless in his lower assault on her sex.

She gasped out, before coughing, hacking really. 'Damn it... Too weak. Can't fight all of them... Can't resist any longer...'

'Will it ever end...? I can't take anymore... It hurts so very much...' She thought, her eyes opening to find a glass on the floor. She seemed to study it for several moments before she grabbed the glass and crushed it against the wall.

"Fuck it!! Fuck it all! I don't care if I have to cut myself to ribbons, this ends now!!" She cried out, picking up the largest piece of glass that looked sharp enough, bringing it to her jugular.

Only, she hesitated. She could see... 'What... Kray...?' She thought, as an image of him came to mind. Slowly, she pulled the piece of glass away, placing it with the rest of the glass.

She could remember... Being thrown to the wolves by the crew of the ship. The crew had let her aboard on a trip... A trip to where...?

She could... remember... She was on her way to Ayothaya by ship... But she'd been a lot of zeny short, but they still let her come... And... hours into the trip, they'd disarmed her and shackled her up. She'd cried for help, but no one came...

Eventually, she'd been stashed in the brig, where thugs and criminals were held... And then... all the raping started...

She could feel the tears on her face as she was forced to her knees once again, a man about to force himself into her mouth. Rather, she opened her mouth of her own volition, knowing it was pointless to try and stop them.

And as she was servicing one man, two more moved up from her back, forcing her to rise up on all fours to take their own manhoods into her tender sex and backdoor. "HA! AH!" She cried out, removing the man in front of her from her mouth for a moment before going back to serving him.

After all, it wasn't like she had much of a choice in the matter...

"EEE!!" She practically screamed, as the men converged on her, each trying to wring as much pleasure from her body as they could, no matter if it was from just rubbing their manhoods against her warm, wet flesh.

Never before had she felt so violated.

And it continued through the night, pain and pleasure being forced upon her as she was raped and screwed relentlessly. It seemed the men never ran out of energy, eager to screw her.

She couldn't even rest a moment, her moments of sanctuary being defiled by the horny demons around her. She cried out for help, but no one came to her aid, her pleas met with laughters and rape.

Then, she heard a moment of chance. The shift change of the guards for the brig. She could see a girl outside the bars now, an Assassin girl, wearing a beanie. She would know that girl anywhere.

She crawled her way past the men, grasping the bars of the cell to plead with her friend. "Rikku... please... help..." She said weakly, not surprising since it had been a whole day of rape that she had endured.

The other Assassin girl seemed to stop at her voice, but then her warm, yet deadly reply came. "I can't, Viese."

Viese wanted to plead more, but the hands came again, grabbing and pulling her back. "AAAAA!!! Please, no more!!"

And the raping began again with vengeance, the men seeming displeased she had tried to leave them. Men shoved themselves into her, some trying to force themselves in with the other men, with few actually succeeding. Though those successes were usually met with her screams of pain.

Pain and pleasure flooded her, along with shame. Shame for being so weak. For not being able to fight. Not being able to resist.

"N... N... N..." She tried to speak from around the manhood in her mouth, trying to get them to leave her alone, but it was no use. They were ravenous beasts, out for female flesh. It was like those nightmares she used to have as a teenager, of being a rape victim to some monster. Never had she considered she might be a victim to people...

And so, it went on for the two night travel to Ayothaya. She would try to get sanctuary away from the hungry hands that had, in no way or form, any form of satisfaction for leaving her be.

It brought her memories of her mother's words to her when she was but a child.

'You know, there is a place called the Dream Land. It is a special place, where there are no sorrows, no sadness, and nothing to fear.

There are no tears. And there was an old man who was born there.

You'll go there someday. And it will be warm and wonderful.'

Viese's eyes, though, saw not bu the many men around her, the tireless men that hungered for her more and more.

Finally, after two days and two nights, she arrived in Ayothaya. And she had never been so happy to see dry land before in her life.

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"Hey! Viese!"

And there she was, Rikku, Viese realized, as she turned to the other woman and merely... stopped. She did not speak, did not do anything.

Finally, after staring, Viese spoke. "Leave me..."

"What?"

"I... I can't bare to see you right now... Bad dreams, really bad ones..."

Rikku was silent, before a look of comprehension hit her face and Krayvven had to wonder what just went through Rikku's mind. "I... I'm sorry..." And Rikku left.

"What... was the nightmare, Viese?"

"I... I don't think it's important anymore. Let's just go."

"Viese."

"Hmm?"

"Tonight... May you rest in your golden palace."

"As may you, my love, as may you."

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I know, not quite to the point of being graphic, but people got the picture. Why spell it all out when not necessary (that and I have a weak stomach for graphic rape.)? Well, that's it for this story.