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Filename: wendri22.txt
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story_codes: Tentacles/ggg+, preg, rape

story_intro: For generations, the women and girls of a religious order were safe within the fortifications of their island keep. All of that changes when they ae attacked from within and the younger females become rape fodder and breeders.


story_language: English





Wendria: Story 22 - The Charter Keep

Written by madvlad


	From a high, open window, Fiona watched as the ship navigated the passage between spires of black rock - some hidden below the storm-whipped waves but high enough to tear open the hull of any ship unlucky enough to encounter it. A circle of white light beamed from the keep's lighthouse, served as a guide. The girl inhaled the air, smelling salt and a touch of ozone from the near-constant lightning.

	The storms were nearly constant in certain areas in the northern hemisphere. It was because of this that the Order of Sacrum Lumen made settlements on several of the remote islands in these areas, transporting stone to build castle keeps atop the rock. Sub-orders were issued charters to operate and maintain these keeps which became useful as safe havens - for a fee - for commerce and the bullion of nations.

	The storms and rock formations that made the keeps treacherous to approach also provided them excellent protection. Only assistance from a keep's lighthouse could allow a sailing or steam ship to safely pass through the waters and the hazards of the storms made it far too dangerous for an approach by an airship.

	Once arriving, there was only a single access through the sheer walls of the keep. It was there that cargo could be loaded. Only when the crews were back outside would the outer gate be closed and the inner gate opened. In that way, any sort of invasion by soldiers or mercenaries or pirates was impossible. 

	The only ones from the outside who ever came in were those visiting from the main order and foundlings delivered for lifetime care and service. All of these were female.

	Fiona had been told she was six months old when she was brought here; an infant found in the ruins of a farming colony on an island 100 kilos away that had been plundered by pirates. She knew nothing of her first half year and in the thirteen years since, the charter keep was the only home she had ever known. 

	For most of her life, the keep had been family and sanctuary from the dangers of the outside world. Here, they had henhouses and greenhouses for food and herbal medicines that the order also sold. Fiona had watched many times as the rough-looking and sounding men unloaded their crates onto the trolleys between the portcullises and used to be glad she was safe from their kind and wherever they came from.

	Placing a thin hand against the window frame, the girl braced herself against a strong gust that buffeted her. She paid no mind to her blonde hair which whipped across her face. Staring at the wood-hulled vessel making a turn around a spire of rock, she mourned for the safety and security she had once known.

	
THREE YEARS EARLIER

	"Are you certain the weight will not be an issue?" Captain Streel asked courteously.

	Mater Bryssa, the head of the Langdorian Sub-Order who occupied this keep, shook her head through the bars of the inner portcullis.

	"We have plenty of rigging for this," she replied to the Grynnocan naval officer. "But we appreciate your concern."

	"Very well," Streel acknowledged as he waved his hand over the neatly arranged silver ingots in one of the open chests. "Do you wish to inspect the rest?"

	"That won't be necessary as long as you have put your seal on every lock. I must say, while I'm no naval architect, such a cargo must have been taxing on your ship's buoyancy."

	Although the charter keeps and those within it were isolated, the maters were routinely notified of events and other meticulous information. Bryssa's last expression of concern had been a verbal fish hook to see what this captain was all about. 

	She had documents with sketches of various military insignia from all over Wendria. This was diplomatically useful in knowing how to address someone by their proper rank. Streel's collar tabs were correct for his proclaimed rank, but there was no aquatic command badge on his right breast pocket. Nor was the insignia there that of any airship service - she knew what they looked like even if no airships would dare to dock here due to the frequent lightning.

	"Oh, that is Captain Santhrop's domain," Streel said with helpless wave of his arms. "I am from Logistics Command and am simply in charge of this cargo."

	"I see," the mater replied and idly watched as two petty officers applied the lead and wire around the lock before Streel crimped the lead with his seal. 

	Only when the men were finished and out of the area was the outer gate lowered and then the inner one raised. Adult women of the order worked various hoists and levers and maneuvered the large heavy chests into one of the secure storeroom with surprising agility and speed.

	Bryssa looked at Streel's signature on the bill of lading and frowned slightly. While he had been truthful about not being in command of the ship, she also knew the badge he wore was not for Logistics but Intelligence. 

	Although the order was officially neutral toward all nations, the Grynnocans always left a feeling with Bryssa as if she had some oily aftertaste in her mouth after a sumptuous meal. But their payments to the order were as good as anyone else's. Undoubtedly, Streel's stash would be used to fund some sort of covert operations. Of course, the Muscovites, Vespanans, and all of the rest did the same bit of subterfuge but no one else left the mater with the urge to cleanse her mouth quite like the officials of Grynnoc did.

	One of the sisters reported to her that the shipment was now properly stored and handed her to the key to the chamber. Glancing to her right, Bryssa saw the shut and bolted door and felt a bit of relief that the Grynnocan chests were no longer in sight.

	While some girls her age openly discussed their desire to rise high in the order - perhaps be a sub-order mater or rise up within the center of Sacrum Lumen, Fiona knew well already that she was not meant for anything so...visible. She preferred quiet pursuits but was diligent enough in her work that she had been granted responsibilities in the keep's nursery where the babies and youngest girls remained until they started "kindergarten", a quaint term from Old Home that somehow was still used on Wendria. She loved working with all of the little ones although there were two that were her favorites.

	"Feena!" a small, familiar voice called.

	Fiona turned and smiled as a two year-old came barreling toward her with her copper locks flying. 

	"Hello, Mina," Fiona replied before absorbing the impact of the redhead's body crashing into her. "And you, too, Jespa."

	A blonde girl was toddling on the same path where Mina had sped. She not only shared Fiona's coloring but her temperament. Compared to Mina, though, Jespa was almost timid. Still, the two had arrived here together as infants and had been practically inseparable ever since.

	It was getting near their nap time and Fiona corralled them to their beds (knowing full well that Mina would go over to Jespa's bed as soon as they were alone. They liked to snuggle together and since it kept both of them asleep, no one made any great attempt to keep them in separate beds.

	In the evening, Fiona was once again reading to them - the same book as from the afternoon, "Silgith the Sea Monster". It had been one of Fiona's favorites when she was younger and she still enjoyed reading aloud to others the tale of a rather fearsome-looking sea monster who only wanted to make friends while everyone else was frightened of him.

	"Are all monsters nice?" Mina asked after Fiona closed the book.

	"I don't know, I've never met one," the ten year-old answered. "I guess you should get to know someone before you judge them by how they look."

	"I like nice monsters," Jespa sleepily murmured from under her covers.

	Fiona kissed each of them goodnight and left the nursery as others were darkening most of the remaining lanterns. Usually a noisier place by day, the room was now quiet save for the gentle breaths of the tiny occupants. All of the keep's living quarters were located on the higher floors of the south end and so none of those asleep were disturbed by the snapping of steel bands and the splintering of wood in the northern, subterranean storeroom as most of the newly arrived chests - the ones not loaded with silver - burst from within. 

	Talle's sandaled feet scraped gently on the stone floors as she made her watch rounds. Although she took her duties seriously (being entrusted with one of the night watch shifts was a big accomplishment for the youngster), she knew that security was never a problem. Still, she would check to make sure that the portcullises were down and bolted. 

	More likely, she would find some small problem like a leaking cask or a lantern hook that was starting to come loose from a wall. These would be duly logged and repaired the following day. On her own, she sometimes danced a little in the passageways, admiring her multiple shadows from lamps as she twirled. Having turned nine a few months ago, she had begun a growth spurt that left her figure willowy. 

	Having finished a pirouette, Talle patted the bun in the back of her hair to make sure her dark hair was not coming loose. She always wore her long locks tied up while on watch as she thought it made her look more sophisticated for her important work. 

	Making her way down a curved staircase, she was on her way to inspect the storerooms to make sure each was locked. Of course they would be because no sneak-thief or pirate could possibly get in and...

	She stopped and gaped at a door that was not only open but hanging at a cant from one remaining, damaged hinge. According to the logs she had reviewed, this was the room that had taken a load from a Grynnocan ship this afternoon while she was in her studies. When she heard the sound of hurried rustling, as if someone had gone back into the room to hide, she didn't want to confront the rule breaker. No, this was a job for the duty sister, a grownup overseeing the night watches. 

	Turning, she started up the stairs before hearing movement behind her. They weren't footsteps; it was more of the rustling she had just heard but louder - and closer.

	She started to yell but something slapped across her face and sent her tumbling backward. But she never fell onto the steps as more things, red and muscular like some bizarre snakes, caught her and coiled around her. As she was brought back to the floor with the store rooms, she saw more of the creatures - long bodies and terrible eyes that seemed about to snap out and bite her soul in half.

	The tip of one of the red appendages slid into her mouth and plugged her throat so that she could not breathe. Or scream. 

	The other snake-like things were sliding over her and only when she felt them against the bare skin of her belly did the girl understand she was being stripped. Her arms and legs were held as the things coiled around them. Her slim dancer's legs were jerked apart and Talle wept when she felt herself being lewdly touched between her thighs as if the thing was tasting the hairless mound there.

	Then it drove into her with great force. The thing in her mouth had retracted enough for her to take a breath which she started to expel with a shriek when the thing went into her throat again. Her eyes rolled with the sundering of something in her privates. Then it was inside of her, pushing a tunnel of flesh she didn't know existed wider apart to accommodate its presence. She felt hot liquid leaking from her girl place and feared she was bleeding.

	The thing started moving back and forth, pressing against another place inside her body. Something warm and sticky was coating her there. The insistent pressing at the end of each thrust continued until finally she breached even deeper. 

	[Breeder!]

	A thought-voice whispered in her head. Breeding? She was only nine! The thing in her mouth was also moving like the one in her kitty and it curled to one side. Now the little girl could see the lump in her once flat tummy moving like a wave beneath the white skin as the stroking continued. Her dark eyes flickered further and saw the red thing sliding in and out of the smooth entrance of her widened cunny. There was darker red on its skin but the streaks were more noticeable on her milky flesh; her innocence staining her crotch as she was taken. 

	Something pulsed within the thing, traveling through her overtaxed snatch and boiling out into her uterus. She heard more of those voices in her mind expressing wordless satisfaction as the seed kept inundating her unripened organs. The appendage in her throat followed suit and gave the child the first of many breeding meals she would receive.

	When Fiona was awakened, the invaders evidently had no further concern for stealth. The seven other girls in her dorm room were screaming and Fiona wakened to the incomprehensible sight of another girl, just a year older than she, with her nightgown in shreds while something thick and flexing was pushing between her outstretched legs as she wailed piteously. For an odd moment, the half-asleep Fiona thought that this was some horribly wrong skit based on the Silgith book. 

	Then she was fully awake as her bedcovers were pulled from her and something large and staring was by her bed. When its arms grabbed her and pulled her legs widely apart, Fiona feared she was going to be touched in a place that was supposed to remain covered. The tip of an arm twisted into her bald slit, making her lips spread as it moved inside. Something hurt and it seemed to be blocking the limb from going further. The little girl thought that was where her pee-hole stopped and was horribly shocked when the tentacle slammed into her, teaching her about her maidenhead by shredding it. Then she learned about the small tunnel to other places in her body as the creature forced her childish cunt to do things it was still unready for.

	Just as its brethren found in the other preteen girls in this room, the creature taking Fiona found a luscious little sleeve of cunny flesh to rape. Stunned, Fiona only managed a croak and went still, not reacting but aware as she was forced to become the breeder that the voices, now a crowded chorus flooding every girl's head, deemed her to be. The tentacle stretched the ten year-old's virgin twat as it moved, secreting fluids that softened the cervix.

	With a thrust accompanied by a triumphant mind-shout the creature opened the child further. Fiona's belly flexed obscenely as the tentacle thrusting inside her deflowered pussy made her womb expand in preparation for seeding and eventual motherhood. Something pulsed, boiling and flooding inside her, and the thoughts in her attacker's mind said that she was ready for full breeding. 

	In that moment, she gained a rare defense as images of girls her age, some older and a few younger, flashed from the creature's brain to hers. They were naked and gravid as a result of what had been done to them. Fiona's brain shut down.

	She was still well aware of the obscenities being done to her but now she read the thoughts as brushes against her mind. They could not read hers now as she lay unmoving. 

	[Weak mind - already broken.]

	[Perfectly docile now. All should breed with her.]

	Fiona's quiet mind was less irritating to the creatures and her stillness made her easy to mate with. The ten year-old was subjected to hours of non-stop tentacles pounding her hairless twat and spewing jism that accelerated her hormones until her immature body was surrendering an egg for the deepest violation yet.

	There was nothing to be said and she never spoke afterward.

	For the next week, she was left to wander the keep in a robe that one of the women had put on her. The creatures were everywhere and by physical or psychic means had enslaved everyone there. The women were made to be servants and maintain the keep. Another ship arrived and Bryssa dully played the part of the mater who still had authority while interacting with the ship. More cargo was taken in and, when a proper bill of release was presented, some other trade goods in storage were sent to the ship. 

	There was also an orphaned girl on board, sent by the order, who was only ten months old. Of course she would be accepted into the keep.

	The little girls in the nursery had been spared as they were not yet large enough to be breeders. It was girls perhaps six or seven who were mated and those into their early twenties were also to be cows for their new masters. But the creatures also used the innocent tykes as hostages in case anyone was to try to revolt or to expose their presence to outsiders.

	Although closed to the outside, Fiona's mind remained sharp. She was grateful that Mina and Jespa had been spared but dreaded their fate in a few years. The girls understood that something had gone wrong and Mina did not like the "not-nice monsters" at all. Fiona would hold them for hours, rocking them while saying nothing. 

	When her belly started to swell, she was taken into a room where others who had been successfully bred early on were kept. With the horrid new life growing inside of her, the impregnated ten year-old spent most of her time in bed. The creatures liked to use her differently now, thrusting into her anus and plowing the pliant tubing of her ass while creaming her there for their own amusement. 

	Others still cried and even protested but Fiona was silent. It made her a favorite of the invaders as she was frequently mounted. Talle, the ill-fated night watch girl, was in the next bed and Fiona looked at her, she knew how her own body now looked. The girls' formerly flat chests now had tender swells that left their tiny pink nipples hard. The knocked up little heifers had their new udders regularly milked while their sore rectums got pounded and filled with slime. 

	Talle screamed as she gave birth while Fiona barely managed a whimper as new creature worked its way out of her. Amazingly, her cunny and chest fully reverted within a few days. If Fiona had any illusions that she would now be left alone, she was corrected one morning when tentacles grabbed her ankles and yanked them apart. She only stared at the ceiling as the first of another twenty or so tentacles bored into her ten year-old snatch.

	The original monsters grew and settled in the sub-basements where females were brought to them - younger ones for breeding and pleasure and the older ones for just the latter. Fiona saw how the juveniles, whose bodies were more mobile and flexible, could use their tentacles to stand upright and assume the vague shape of a human. Witnessing a seemingly ordinary transaction with a trader from Castile, two robed and hooded creatures stood upright and did not attract any attention from the visitors although Fiona spied the occasional twitch of a tentacle in various areas.

	After her second delivery, Fiona was taken aside by Ennie, a kindly girl of sixteen whose body was now graced by breasts that were budding without pregnancy. Everyone thought Fiona's mind was broken and Ennie, if she could do nothing to heal Fiona's apparent affliction, wanted to at least provide the poor girl with some pleasure. Ennie had been taught by women and such acts were frequent among the older teens and the women.

	Fiona was gently put in to bed and joined by Ennie. The sixteen year-old used her fingers on the child's abused place before using her tongue. While Fiona's expression didn't change and she didn't speak, the juices and eventual spasms of her pussy spoke of her delight. From then on, she received regular visits from the teen.

	NOW

	Fiona shivered as the ship approached and it had nothing to do with the storm. For the last year, her hugs and rocking of Mina and Jespa grew to include something else. When they were alone, Fiona acted as Ennie to them, spreading their tiny legs and lovingly mouthing the bald, chubby mounds until the tots shivered orgasmically. Their tender, female morsels had never been violated by an invading member and only knew the gentle loving of another girl's lips and tongue.

	But they were five now and, in another year or two, would be subjected to the breeding needs of the expanding horde. The thirteen year-old's hand lowered to her belly, once again round with an offspring she despised. Her breasts were sore and in need of relief. One small act of secret rebellion had been to let Mina and Jespa suckle extra nourishment from her and deny her captors some of the treasure of their rapes.

	Fiona's mind and mouth were silent to the others, but her thoughts within screamed with plans.


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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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