Freedom! Ilma Brok from the Brock clan knew perfectly well what it is. Once the Brock family was one of the most powerful on the entire coast. For several generations, they ruled a huge kingdom created on the shores of the Middle Sea, expanding and strengthening it. Small and vulnerable principalities, constantly suffering from the devastating raids of more powerful neighbors, without hesitation joined the Brocks, seeking protection from them.

But everything collapsed in an instant, when a huge well-armed army led by an insatiable and cruel person, whom all his subjects called Milyard, came to the borders of the kingdom. He crossed the border, carrying death and ruin on the spears of his warriors. His soldiers spared neither old nor small. They burned villages, devastated cities. Men were ruthlessly destroyed, and young girls were driven away with them, in order to be sold in slave markets.

Brock sent his eldest sons to Milard to negotiate peace, but the tyrant did not even listen. After killing them, he returned the heads of his envoys to the king, accompanying this terrible "gift" with a small note in which he informed that he was not going to make friendship with Brock. The king almost choked with anger and ordered to collect an army.

But it was too late. Milard with his armada was already standing under the walls of the city. The siege lasted several months. Tormented by hunger, the people went into battle, but were defeated. Brock himself was killed, and his daughter and her maidservant were taken prisoner. During the transition the maid somehow disappeared. And now the former princess, and now the disfranchised slave Ilma, chained into heavy chains and branded with the personal brand of Milard, slept in a stuffy, muddy hut along with the rest of the captives.

***

- Stand up! Quickly! - the voice of the senior guard sounded like thunder, - Move, bitches! Stop lying!

The whips whistled, the guards hastily unfastened the chains from the wall and kicked the slaves out of the barracks. Having lined up two ranks of trembling fears, the guards chained them in pairs with a short chain. Ilma heard one of them with a grin say that it was only flowers. In the castle at Milard, they will get acquainted with these chains.

Having finished this procedure, the escorts let a thick chain through the rings in the collars, closed it on the two front slaves. Having risen along the edges of the column, they clicked with their whips and set off.

Ahead was a senior guard. His huge muscular figure was visible even to the rearmost captives. He walked boldly, bowing in time with his steps, every now and then, turning around on the column. Then his subordinates with redoubled energy began to work with their scourges, driving slaves.

Even though it was early morning, the sun was already mercilessly, and very soon the girls began to moan and ask for water.

- Do not give water! - barked a senior, - Let tolerate until the halt.

The whips whistled again, and the guards began to push the slaves with even greater zeal. Ilma, who was walking in the middle of the column, only bit her lip, but did not make a sound. She saw how some of the slaves, losing their last strength, began to settle on the ground, and even kicks and blows with a whip could not make her go on.

The column noticeably slowed down. The senior guard, turning around, as usual, grunted something under his breath and called one of his subordinates. Giving him orders, he abruptly raised up his huge hand and bellowed:

- Column! Wait! All - quiet!

The girls fell on the dusty red-hot road, dragging along those who could still stand on their feet. The guards at this time did not even think to raise captives. They themselves were wet from sweat from head to toe.

Two slaves under the supervision of bowlegged guard were sent to the creek for water.Soon they appeared, carrying on themselves a huge wooden bucket and a basket of corn tortillas. Although the water gave up swamp mud, and the bread was stale and in some places covered with mold, the exhausted slaves attacked the food like hungry wolves.

Someone started a scuffle because of a small piece of cake. Immediately the blows of the whip fell on their backs, and the girls calmed down. The senior guard, coming close to them, strictly said that if this happens again, both will remain without food and water for the entire duration of the journey. Considering that the words in such cases are not sufficient, he pulled each whip along the back and left, spewing terrible curses at the address of the fighters.

Ilma looked at her friends in misfortune with pity and compassion. Although her position did not differ from them, nevertheless, the girl still had remnants of pride and dignity.

“How little it takes to turn a man into cattle,” she thought, realizing that the former princess herself would soon be no different from the rest of the slaves.

Two guards approached the captives and began unceremoniously groping at the slaves they liked. Having taken away two young girls, they unhooked them from a common chain and led them into a thicket. Soon shouts and pleas for mercy were heard from there. They were echoed by the hoarse voices of men, most likely raping these girls. Occasionally, the senior guard looked toward the swaying foliage and smiled sweetly.

The shouts of the girls turned into a hoot and suddenly stopped. Ilma raised her head, and a terrible picture appeared before her eyes. One of the guards, grabbing the legs, dragged from the bushes to the body of a slave to be torn to pieces. Her head crawled limply across the grass, bouncing on the bumps like a ball. The poor little one's eyes were wide open, and a thick stream of almost black blood oozed from his mouth.

- What have you done, you bastard? - the senior shouted, - Do you want Milard to release your guts?

“Don't yell, Uri,” the guard said calmly, “Milard would not have looked at one of them.” Simple country girl. In addition, sickly it turned out. And someone has already used it before us.

The one who was called Uri approached a dead slave lying in the grass and looked into her face. After standing for a couple of minutes, he kicked the girl in the side with his foot and said softly:

- Remove chains from it, bury it away from the road.

“Okay,” the guard grunted.

- Where is the second? - suddenly asked Uri.

- Here! My partner leads her to feelings, - the guard nodded toward the bushes.

There was a crackle of branches, and from there came a tortured and tousled girl. She walked, swaying and moaning. A fresh bruise “burned” on her face, and a trickle of blood was leaking from the corners of her lips. The captive could not walk normally also due to the fact that, most likely, her genitals were ruthlessly torn. Brown bloody streaks eloquently spoke of this, descending down the inner sides of the thighs.

Without allowing her to take a breath, the guard stuck the slave in a row and chained to a common chain.

- Do not worry, baby! - having opened his mouth, he voted, - At Milard, you will not see something like that! He is the master of all kinds of entertainment with young goats like you! Gee-gee-gee!

- Vsta-aaa! - the command of the senior was distributed.

Slaves, thundering chains, slowly began to rise to their feet. The guards, enjoying their power, ruthlessly wielded with whips, shouting and kicking the girls, building them into a marching column. Uri gave instructions, but he did not hit anyone.

When the column was ready, he waved his hand, and the caravan again set off.

***

The sun had already caught the tops of the pines when the caravan reached the high and gloomy fortress walls of an unfamiliar city. The heat was asleep, the freshness of the approaching night was felt in the air. The guards, exhausted by the heat of the day and "overwhelming" work, drove sullenly along. Only the most zealous sometimes shouted at slaves.

During the many days of transition, the column noticeably thinned. The girl who was raped on the first day of the journey died. She just dropped off a cliff, even without removing the chains.Two unfortunate, completely exhausted, the guards dragged into the thicket, removed the shackles and, firmly tied to a thick tree and mouth shut, left to die.

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