+ The Farmer's Daughters (Valken and Alleluia Green) +

[Alleluia Green]

Gerlin Baines was a respectable man. In his late fifties, he stood tall as he was able, often leaning against a hoe or shovel for support. Though his wife has died, leaving him a widower with a large acreage, he did his best to work his land, please his Lord, and raise his three daughters into women their mother would be proud of.

His daughters, known in the nearby town as the Baines sisters, took primarily after their mother. Lark, the eldest at nineteen summers, had her long russet hair and cherubic complexion. Wren, the middle child and sixteen summers, had her sparkling blue eyes and quick wit. Ravenna, the youngest and barely fifteen, had her soft pale skin and freckles, and her laugh.

All three were incredibly beautiful; the local boys often invented excuses to walk by the Baines property in hopes of seeing Lark in the garden, or Wren hanging laundry, or Ravenna collecting eggs. The girls were innocent to the ways of men, thinking the advances simply friendly, offering smiles and waves to all boys equally. It was gossiped at the local tavern that Lark, who was well past marrying age, did not wish a husband, but preferred to stay and care for her aging father. Lovely Wren and innocent Ravenna were also untouched by man. To most men, this only increased their appeal.

Since the war started and the local boys went off to war, the Baines farm was a quieter place. None of the sisters would admit to missing the friendly affections, instead focusing on the upkeep of the house and immediate grounds. Occasionally a band of soldiers would come through, begging a night in the barn, and the girls would be flattered and teased again, but never defiled. They welcomed the soldiers for their attention, but also for news of the war and home front. They knew that, should the enemy gain the advantage, they would be unable to defend themselves or their farm. Their father's heath was too ailing.

The present day dawn bright and dewy, the sunlight painting the fields of barley golden-blue. The girls rose before their father, taking their bathes and donning their summer frocks. Lark worn soft blue; Wren a calico orange; and Ravenna a petal pink. The dresses were of Lark's construction, fitting each girl perfectly, inadvertently highlighting their developing curves, cradling breasts, clinging to asses. After combing and drying their hair, they set out about their daily chores.

It was after noon, the sun waning across the sky, when the soldiers came down the road. Ravenna spotted them first, picking apples from the orchard. Gathering her apple basket, she trotted down the trail to the house and main yard, where Lark sat with her mending and Wren hung fresh white linens out to dry. "More soldiers," she chirped. "A whole bunch of them!"

Lark looked at her sister, then peering down the road, where the sun glinted off their armor and shields. "Should we get Father?"

"We can handle it," Wren said. "They might just be passing through."

"We'll see," said Lark, thinking it might be be difficult to host that many soldiers in their barn. "We'll see."

 

[Valken]

General Richard Parker was not a nice man. Considered cruel by many who knew him personally, he likely would have been put to death long ago if he had not been a military genius. Several years ago he had won several battles that had enlarged the Kingdom's lines and since then the King had been more than willing to overlook Richard's extracurricular activities. At the moment he was apart of a small fist of his men; only five hundred strong. Richard was on his way home, after spending months on the front lines he needed to get a better understanding of the battle field in order to plan his next move.

Having been away on the battlefield for so long Richard as taking advantage of all the comforts of home. That morning he had managed to have himself a nice warm bath, and his military gear had been nicely cleansed by the serving maids in the tavern he had stayed the night in. While being able to wash in a real tub was wonderful, he was desiring a comfort that was much more personal. Towards that end Richard had decided to check on a story he had heard one of his lieutenants had told back on the front lines. Of three very beautiful and innocent stories living just outside the village he had come from. The lieutenant was dead now, but that didn't mean Richard couldn't honor the man's memory by enjoying the girls he had often dreamed of.

Having sent his scouts ahead of time Richard knew the Baine's farmhouse existed, he knew three girls did live there, and he knew where it was. Upon spotting it from the road his piercing blue eyes studied the simple farmhouse. He easily picked out a girl in a pink dress running from the apple orchards and stopping among two other girls doing menial tasks. A small smile formed on his lips as his chestnut horse Charger trotted down the dirt path. Although it was barely just afternoon and the small fist of men could've traveled farther that day Richard intended to stop, and his men had clear orders. As they neared the farmhouse his men spread out, circling the farmhouse with about fifty yards in between the house itself and the ring of men.

Richard himself rode up the small group of girls. His eyes slowly looked each girl up and down, admiring the way their dresses tightly hugged their fine curves. Once his eyes had roamed up and down each girl he dismounted off of Charger, his black boots solidly landing on the ground. Being a general, Richard himself didn't fight on the front lines, so he wasn't required to wear the heavy plate armor, or even chain mail. He wore simple, yet elegant black leather armor that hugged his muscles even more tightly than the girl's sundresses hugged them. A simple sword and dagger hung from his belt, and his left forearm had four white ropes tied around them, signifying his rank. As Richard stepped up to the girl's a soldier ran from his camp in order to take Charger's reins and lead him back into the camp.

“I am Grand General Richard Parker. My men will require your land for the night, and whatever food you can offer. I will require your farmhouse for personal use and the three of you for my own pleasure. What are your names, and ages – and where is the man of the farm?” A man used to being in command, he spoke with authority and a tone that demanded obedience. His eyes moved slowly and calmly between each girl, and while his words had been directed at all three of them, he was expecting the eldest to reply.

 

[Alleluia Green]

As the farmstead was efficiently surrounded, the girls became visibly uneasy. Wren and Ravenna stepped closer to their elder sister, clearly indicating her authority. Ravenna went so far as to cling to her arm, paling at the sight of so many armed men. Courageous Wren squared her shoulders and tried to appear calm, though an observant eye would notice the tremble in her hands. Lark swallowed thickly, wetting her pretty pink lips. Lowering her mending into her basket, she stood, smoothing her skirts with nervous hands as the apparent leader of the battalion approached on a chestnut horse.

As he introduced himself and made his requests, Lark and her sisters could not help but stare. It was not often they stood in the presence of a general, especially one as reputed as Richard Parker. Coming from such a rural settlement, they had certainly heard of the general, but knew little of his more dastardly exploits. Still, he intimidated them, with his muscular figure and domineering presence.

As he spelled out his requests, Lark felt herself grow paler as the blood drained from her angular face. “The man of the farm is abed, General. He is ill. Perhaps, if you rode onward, you could find another farmstead?” she suggested politely. The idea of this man invading their home and using her sisters for “pleasure” did not sit well with her, and she wrapped a protective arm around Ravenna, reaching out to hold Wren’s hand with the other.

 

[Valken]

The three girls huddled together at Richard's approach, the younger two seeking comfort in the elder. The middle aged girl attempted to give off a calm appearance, but Richard easily noticed the slight shaking of her hands. He prided himself on noticing small details and the emotions inside people's eyes. Even the eldest showed signs of fear, licking her pretty lips and swallowing deeply. The youngest girl simply looked terrified. All three were beyond what Richard had been expecting when he rode to this farmhouse.

The eldest girl answered most of Richard's questions, telling him the man of the farm was in bed, for he was ill. She then suggested that he ride on to another farmhouse. After mulling over the information for a moment he rose his fist into the air, holding it for a moment. A few seconds later two men ran up to Richard and the three girls. “The man of the farm is inside, in bed.” Richard spoke to the men who had come, though he looked upon the girls. “Go drag him out of bed and out behind the barn. He is to receive ten straps to the back for not tending to his farm during wartime. Another six because his daughters refused to answer my simple questions. Should the obey from now on he may avoid hanging.” The two men clapped hands to fists, before moving off to the farmhouse to obey his commands.

“I asked for your names, and ages. For not answering resulted in your Father being punished. I trust you will no longer disobey?” He barely waited for a reply before he spoke again. “Attempt to send me off again, and it will be her who receives punishment.” Richard motioned towards the youngest girl, the one in pink. “Now you -” This time he motioned towards the eldest girl. “- pull your breasts out of the top of your dress and apologize for your disobedience. Then I want each of you to tell me what sexual experiences you have had.” Richard wasn't going to sugar coat his intentions. He was going to use and abuse the girls for his own entertainment, and to keep them in line he would threaten each other and their Father – a man Richard did not intend to meet.

 

[Alleluia Green]

If the girls were afraid before, they were terrified to the bone now as they watched the two soldiers enter their house. Moments later they heard the anguished cries of their elderly father, along with the sharp slap of leather against flesh. Tears sprang to young Ravenna's bright eyes, and she hid her face in her hands. Wren's face flushed in anger, though she hit her tongue an kept silent, staring at the man with a baleful hate in her eyes. Lark sensed her sister's anger and squeezed her hand tighter, trying to silently convey, with foolish optimism, that thing would be alright.

His orders for her to disrobe sent ice shooting through her blood. Her fear for her father and for Ravenna's well being outweighed all else, though. Releasing her sisters, Lark stepped forward. Lifting her hands, she grasped the top neckline of her dress, tugging it downwards. The fabric slipped off her freckled shoulders on one side. With another tug, her breasts popped into view. They were shapely and plump, with rosy brown nipples that tightened on the open air. Nearby soldiers whistled in appreciation, causing her to flush with embarrassment. No one besides her siblings at bath time had ever seen her remotely naked. Now, all these men could stare at her pale, protruding tits.

"I am sorry for disobeying, General," she said shakily, forcing herself to speak. "I am Lark. I'm nineteen. My second sister is Wren. She is sixteen. Ravenna is the youngest, and she's fifteen. Begging my lord's pardon, but we...we have no sexual experiences. None of us have lain with a man, nor pleasured one in any way, beyond innocent kisses." There was a begging tone to her voice, as thought she was resisting the urge to plead with him for fear of further punishment. Her teary eyes looked at the ground in shame and fear, her fists clenched at her side as she fought the urge to cover her chest.

 

[Valken]

All three girls reacted differently to the sounds of their father being strapped over their disobedience. The youngest unsurprisingly broke down in tears, while the middle child glared daggers at Richard, as if she believed her anger would do her any good. The eldest attempted to silently comfort the other two. At Richard's commands the eldest obeyed, dainty hands raising to the neckline of her dress and easily tugging it downward. The dress slid off of one of her shoulders and moments later she pulled it down underneath her tits, exposing her breasts completely.

A few of Richard's soldier's whistled in appreciation, though he ignored them except for noting the flush that went to the girl's face at the attention. Richard admired the fleshy mounds with appreciation, and when the girl began to speak his eyes went up to meet her's as she answered his questions. He looked towards each girl as they were named, and a small smile came to his lips as he was told that they had no sexual experiences.

“Wren, I do not like the color of your dress. Take a few steps back and do a little dance while you remove it. Give my men a little show before I take the three of you inside.” Taking a small step forward, Richard reached out and took a rough hold of one of Lark's breasts, roughly groping at her and letting her already hard nipple rub against his rough palm. After a moment his eyes turned towards Wren, watching to see if she would obey his command.

 

[Alleluia Green]

Lark grimaced and bit her bottom lip to stifle a fearful squeak as her breast was pawed by the cruel general. The sensation of her nipple grinding against his callouses sent unwanted shoots of pleasure down her back, though that pleasure was deadened by her fear. Hearing him order her sister to strip off her dress made tears spring to her eyes. The knowledge that she could not protect her younger, innocent sister weighed heavily on her heart.

His command shook Wren, making an embarrassed flush rise to her cheeks as the men cajoled and cat-called at her, now, encouraging her to strip off her clothes. Even the playful teasing of the village boys had stopped at a respectable point. Now one had ever seen her so naked save for her sisters, and just like Lark, the idea of losing that particular "first" to a crowd of horny soldiers made her want to scream in fury.

Instead, she thought of her father, and glances at poor sobbing Ravenna. Maybe if I do it, he won't pick on her. Swallowing her pride, she slowing began to peel her dress off her shoulders, exposing untouched, virgin skin. When it came time to expose her breasts, she stared hard at the ground, willing herself not to cry. Remembering that the General had ordered a dance, and fearful of her father's health, she cautiously shimmied her shoulders, putting a hesitant sway in her young hips as she peeled the dress down, letting her breasts - not as big as Lark's, but still soft and luscious - spring into view. The soldiers howled in appreciation, making her cheeks redder.

Knowing she must continue, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her dress and tugged downward, letting it slide slowly down her swaying hips. Due to the nice weather and the fact that today was laundry day, she wore no underwear. This became apparently quickly as the dress continued its journey, slipping off her ass and revealing a smooth shaven pussy. At last the gown pooled at her feet, and she was beet red with shame.

 

[Valken]

The eldest girl remained still as Richard raised his hand and groped at her bare breast. Watching her face he noticed the way she bit her bottom lip, an action of fear that only increased the girl's sexual look. At his command for the middle sister to strip, Lark's eyes filled with tears, though Richard focused his attention on the younger girl. A bright blush formed on Wren's cheeks at all the attention that was suddenly put on her. After a quick glance at the youngest sister she began to do as instructed. She started slow, pulling the dress off of her pale shoulders, and before she exposed her breasts she gave her slim shoulders a slight shimmy, along with a hesitant sway to her hips before her own firm and luscious mounds were exposed. She then pushed the dress down her hips, exposing her bare, shaven pussy to Richard and his men, leaving the girl completely naked and beat red.

Richard admired the sight for a few long moments, continuing to roughly grope Lark's breast as he admired her younger sister. “Put your dress back on, Lark.” He suddenly let go of the older sister, and took a few steps past her so he was in front of Wren. Slowly he walked around the girl, stopping once he was behind her. Suddenly he struck out, his hand slapping hard against Wren's ass cheek, and he firmly began to grope the soft flesh. After a few moments his hand slid around her waist until it was on her stomach, then it slid down so he was cupping her virgin pussy. “It was quite kind of you to shave your cunt for me.” Gently Richard rubbed at her slit; teasing but not enough to bring her any real pleasure. “Did you two do the same?” He directed the question towards the sister's he wasn't fondling at the moment.

Once he had his answer he spoke again. “Lead us into your home, Wren. I'll let you choose which room you and your sisters shall entertain me in.” As he finished speaking his free hand gave Wren's other ass cheek another slap, this time harder, intended to start her moving towards their simple farmhouse. He let his other hand slide away from her pussy. “Once we're inside, I want you to slowly remove Ravenna's dress, Lark. Make sure I have a good view of her breasts and ass as they are exposed.” Once he finished issuing his commands Richard looked between the three girls, intending to follow them into the house.

 

[Alleluia Green]

Wren yelped as her ass was unceremoniously smacked, leaving a bright red mark on her pale firm skin. Her heart nearly beat out of her chest as the General began to grope her from behind, running his fingers along her slit, where no one had ever touched. A sick fear washed over her as she imagined him cruelly violating her, even with his fingers. The images made her want to be sick, but she held it back, holding her chin up as proudly as she could.

Lark wasted no time re-clothing herself, hastily drawing her dress back over her tits. A few of the men booed and attempted to tease her into stripping again, but none were serious. No one, after all, wanted to defy the General. Slowly, she turned around, eyes widening as she saw Wren trapped between his arms. "Y-Yes," she said in response to his question. "As the Goddess dictates, we keep our bodies clean..." Ravenna nodded, trying her best to wipe her tears away. Mention of her name, however, sent a fresh wave of fear over her, this one intense enough to stop her tears as he commanded her dress be removed.

Wren grit her teeth as her ass was smacked again, and hurried to get out of his reach when he instructed her to move. Fists clenched at her side, she made her way towards their rustic farmhouse, motioning for Ravenna to follow. The young girl almost refused out of fear, but it was Lark who came behind her, putting an arm around her shoulder and whispering. "It's okay. It will be okay." Slowly, Ravenna began to follow, with Lark in the rear.

Once inside the hallway, Wren paused. Their home had two large bedrooms. One for her father and deceased mother. One for the girls to share. After a slight pause, she turned towards the room she shared with her sisters. Nothing would make her defile the bed her mother slept in. Instead she led the General into a wide, airy room with two windows and a single, king size bed that the sisters shared. Homemade quilts covered the goose feather mattress, with matching plump pillows lining the headboard. Wren backed into the corner by the dresser, afraid to let the General get behind her again. Lark and Ravenna moved an open space between the bed and their dresser. Lark paused, knowing it was time to take Ravenna's dress off, though ever fiber of her being screamed against exposing her baby sister to this vicious blackheart.

"Just think of Father," she told her younger sister as her shaky hands moved to undo the buttons on the back of her dress. "We're doing this for him."

Turning Ravenna so she was facing the General, Lark slowly tugged down her dress, revealing a small pair of perky soft breasts. Ravenna screwed her eyes shut, a few more tears leaking down her wet cheeks as she felt the man practically rape her with his eyes. Lark didn't waste time tugging the dress the rest of the way off her fifteen-year-old body, not wanting the experience to be drawn out more than it had to be. Ravenna's slim hips gave away to a small soft ass and smooth cunt. Under Lark's guidance, Ravenna slowly spun in place, revealing every angle of her nude figure to the man in charge.

 

[Valken]

Wren was stiff against Richard's arms, clearly not enjoying the way he was handling her. Not that he expected her to enjoy being caressed against her will. For himself, Richard was greatly enjoying the soft touch of her skin under his hands. It had been quite awhile since he had a proper girl to play with; and now he had three. In response to his command Lark quickly covered herself back up, and was the first to respond to his question, telling him that they kept their bodies clean as their Goddess dictated. Richard also noted the youngest girl giving a small nod in answer to his question.

The naked Wren beckoned her sisters to follow once Richard gave her ass a slap, but it was Lark who urged the youngest to go with an arm around her shoulder. Richard followed behind, allowing his blue eyes to linger on the swaying of the eldest's hips as she led the way into their home. It didn't take long until they were all in a large room, fitted with a single large bed and a dresser. Richard's first assumption was that it was the Father's room, considering the single bed; but upon closer inspection it was quite clear this was the girl's room. He couldn't help but notice Wren pressing herself into one of the corners, while the other two situated themselves in the center, where they were easy too see. Richard closed the door firmly behind him, then moved to a position where he could clearly see all three girls.

Lark then told the youngest sister to think of their Father, that they were doing this for him. As she spoke she undid the buttons on the girl's pink dress, loosening it until she could tug it down, quickly exposing the smallest pair of perky tits. Lark pulled the dress off the youngest sister quickly, revealing her own shaven pussy, and tight ass. The girl was then spun in place, allowing Richard a nice view of the girl. With a twisted sense of humor Richard found it enjoyable that the eldest daughter, the one that should be protecting the younger one's was the only one not completely exposed to Richard.

Silently, keeping his eyes on Ravenna, Richard undid his belt, then slid off his sword and dagger, and gently rested them against he wall beside the door. He then did up his belt again. He then peeled off his shirt, exposing the hard muscles of his torso that were barely hidden by the tight leather. “Now, you girls are going to remove my pants. Wren can do the belt, Lark the pants, and Ravenna my underwear. You will only use your mouths to remove my clothing, not your hands. Once you remove your article of clothing, you will thank me for using your body for my pleasure.” Richard paused, letting his commands sink in. “Lark, once my cock is exposed you will strip off your dress. As your tits and ass are exposed however, you will rub them against my cock. Once you're naked you must then tell me if Ravenna should be allowed to use her mouth to lubricate my cock before I fuck Wren's lovely tight ass – or if Wren should take it nice and dry.” Richard crossed his wrists behind his back, standing half naked and relaxed before the three girls. “You may begin.”

 

[Alleluia Green]

If the girls were pale before, they were white as sheets now, watching him strip out of his shirt. Seeing his muscles reminded them that if they decided to disobey, he could break their arms, necks, legs - he could break them physically before they could voice a protest. Not only that, but he had enough soldiers to torch their farm and kill their father. The knowledge that their lives and livelihood rested on their obedience made their blood run quick and cold. Lark wrapped the trembling Ravenna into her arms, hugging her naked sister against her. Wren glanced at her siblings, then at the General. Knowing that she had to go first, to remove his belt, made her paralytic with disgust, though she tried to hide it.

Forcing her legs to move, Wren approached the General, refusing to meet his eyes. As she passed Lark and Ravenna her eldest sister opened her mouth as though to stop her. Wren silenced her with a look, as if trying to remind her that they were doing this for their father. Dropping to her knees before the vile man, she winced in disgust, swallowed thickly, and carefully began to finagle his belt off using her teeth. Biting into the leather, she tugged it apart, loosing it from its clasp before biting one end and tugging if off. It was clumsy work; her chin bumping against his crotch unintentionally. She didn't cry. She was too proud.

When it was over, she released the belt, letting it clatter to the floor. Standing up, she backed away from him, refusing to turn her back for fear of what he might do out of her sight. "Thank you," she forced out, and said no more.

Half inspired by her sister's courage, and half disgusted by the task before her, Lark was slow to release her sister and approach the General. Though she was clothed, she felt exposed as she approached him, as his eyes roved over her nubile, untouched body. Glancing once back at her sisters, she screwed her eyes shut and used her tongue to held get his zipper between her teeth. Tugging downward, she released his zipper, freeing more room in his crotch for his cock to grow. Hooking her teeth into the front of his pants, she tugged downward, grimacing as she felt her nose brush against the bulge between his legs. She released his pants as soon as possible, licking her lips to get the taste out of her mouth, letting gravity carry them the rest of the way down his legs. Unlike Wren, she didn't back away, but glanced up at him with watery eyes. "T-Thank you. Please...let me do Ravenna's part."

Ravenna's eyes widened, and she shook her head violently, causing her silky hair to fall in clouds around her young face. "N-No, Lark, I can do it! I don't want him to hurt Daddy!"

"And I don't want him to hurt you!" Lark hissed back, glancing fearfully back at her sister as though urging her to be silent. Quickly she began to peel out of her dress again, until she stood naked before him, her prime young body exposed to his gaze. It was as if she hoped her apparently eagerness would impress him enough to leave her sister along. "Please, sir. Let me...remove your underwear, a-and I will...please you. Not my sisters."

 

[Valken]

Richard watched the three sisters after he had given them his commands, and after a few moments of hesitation the naked Wren began to come forward. His attention focused on her as she silently gave her older sister a stare; telling her to remain silent before she finally dropped onto her knees directly in front of Richard. Without much more hesitation she began to work on his belt, his chin idly bumping against his crotch – and his hardening cock as she slowly, but surely got the belt off. She then stood up, Richard taking the opportunity to let his eyes roam over her smooth, virgin body as she thanked him and backed away.

Slowly the eldest sister released the youngest and made her way over to Richard. Although she was still wearing her dress, it fit her quite snugly and hinted well at the curves that he had already half seen. Dropping to her knees before him she quickly got to work on his pants, mouth working as if it had done this before and soon enough Richard was only covered by the simple underwear he wore. Once she was finished her teary eyes looked up towards him and she thanked him. Instead of moving out of the way however she begged to do Ravenna's part. This caused Ravenna to cry out and violently shake her head, stating that she could do it and she did not want her father hurt. Standing up Lark removed her dress, exposing her petite body completely to him and begging him once more for permission to remove his underwear, and that she would pleasure him, not her sisters.

Richard paused for a moment, his eyes slowly running down Lark's body as if he was considering her words. Suddenly his right hand shot out and he slapped the eldest sister hard across his face. “Your father will receive five lashes for you attempting to take your sisters place. Another ten since you removed your dress prematurely. Now go sit on the bed, and do not speak until I ask you to do so.” His eyes left Lark's to look over her shoulder, focusing on Wren.

“Wren, come press your ass against my hand -” He held his hand out to his side, fingers spread. “- and bend over. Hold onto your ankles.” His eyes then moved over Lark's other shoulder, focusing on the youngest daughter. “Come do your part to free my cock. When it is exposed I want you to explore it with your tongue and mouth.” He fell silent, keeping his eyes on the naked Ravenna, waiting to see if the girls would begin properly obeying him.