Or Worse

Because of their cowardly nature, however, Seeqs are not inclined to serve rank-and-file military positions.

They usually resort to banditry…or worse.

Or Worse

--AUTHOR’S NOTE—
An inglorious return to fanfiction, or just boredom? Either way, here’s a new bit of pointless erotica for you all to savor. It’s my first Rape fic, so that’s kinda new, and I’m writing this on a keyboard that has three choice keys sticking MOST AGGRAVATINGLY making this very hard to write.

So, I own none of the characters and locations below. I’m not an anti-Penelo sort of person either, she just seemed most…um…vulnerable?

…and now I feel like a horrible person.
--END AUTHOR’S NOTE—


Dusty sands blew through the narrow crevasses of the Mosphoran Highwaste, stirring with it old, dehydrated tumbleweeds. A few bleached bones dotted the more bleak sections of sand and rock—broken skulls and grasping hands.

A clear sign of a land besieged by bandits.

In truth, bandits were not an uncommon threat in the world. With wars looming and unrest spilling out into the streets of the larger metropolises, it was not too hard to imagine a few discontented souls venting out their frustration towards the poor hand dealt to them by these new calamities in the form of bloodshed and thievery.

Thankfully, though, many of the Highwaste’s common travelers—the large trade caravans coming to and fro Nalbina—had little fear of the bandit groups. Deaths at their hands were significantly lessened thanks to the extremely strict Archadian laws regarding murders. Compounding this was the fact that the most oppressed racial group, the unpopular Seeqs, formed over 75% of all bandit tribes operating in the Mosphoran and Estersand regions, and you had quite a lot of incentive to not go around killing people.

To a Caravaner, this is good news. To a lone traveler, however, there are things quite a bit worse than death…

• * *
Penelo was out of breath by the time she reached the end of the Summit Skirts. She was overburdened by the heavy satchel strapped to her back, and was feeling very angry at a certain sky-pirate wannabe.

It had all started with a simple enough problem—the group had gotten all the way up to the Babbling Vale, where Va’Kana had been waiting to deal with the hunt for the Enkelados. After hearing the details of the hunt, however, Balthier pointed out that the Enkelados was rampaging around an area chock-full of Vultures—hard enough to kill just by their own merit, but doubly so when in conjunction with a gigantic, rampaging stone monster. With just one Loxley Bow between the six of them, it was decided that they were woefully unprepared for this mission. Somebody would have to go back to Nalbina and purchase some guns or crossbows to compensate.

Penelo though this to be an excellent chance to steal Vaan away and have him go shopping with her. Like a date! The very word caused the young blonde to giggle to herself as she rounded a mossy bend. Yes, like a date.

He might even have held her hand while they walked through the market place! The chance fact that it was getting dark by the time she was to set off would have given an excellent excuse for them to spend the night somewhere.

Just the two of them…

She giggled again and felt a heat in her cheeks. She sighed wistfully and looked down a large ravine. It was a long way down. She sighed and kicked a pebble into the hole.

Stupid Vaan had ruined everything though! It had been perfect! She volunteered to go down the mountain, volunteered to buy the weapons, everything—and then she asked Vaan if he’d wanted to come along.

And what did he say?

“Sorry, that wolf kinda bit my knee real hard. I think I should rest it for awhile.”

Ooooo! The nerve of that boy! Rest it her ass! Penelo ground her teeth and kicked another, larger rock into the hole. Too absorbed in her own angry thoughts was she to notice the distant shout of pain as the rock struck an unwitting victim below.

Rest his leg he’d said. Rest it in the arms of that NO GOOD BIG-TITTED VIERA HUSSY!

Oh, of course, she’s the “mage”. She can heal such things easy. All that natural medicine mumbo-jumbo she was always talking about—and, of course, shoving her GIANT TITS in Vaan’s face all the time…

Penelo felt angry enough to scream. She hopped off her rock and stormed up the Summit Path, muttering as many Vieran racial slurs as she could remember/come up with. She found herself repeating the same three over and over after awhile, mostly due to the difficulty in which one could actually come up with a decent insult for a Viera.

They really didn’t have a lot of faults besides some a fairly understandable desire to stay away from the rest of the world. And, in Fran’s case, her stupid GIANT TITS!

Penelo sighed and looked down at her own chest. Sure, she was as busty as Fran or even as Ashe…but that wasn’t a problem. Right? Vaan and her were childhood friends. She had called dibs, damn it! There was no way he could be so superficial that he would simply go for whoever had the biggest rack.

Right?

She sighed again, more wistfully, and slowed her pace. No need to hurry now. The sun had already mostly set—it was dark and cold, and wouldn’t be any warmer when she got back to camp. She grunted and adjusted the satchel on her back. Guns were heavy. If only Vaan had come…he would’ve carried them for her…maybe taken off his shirt to wrap them in…make sure they didn’t break…

She giggled again, chewing on her lower lip. Yes indeed. A night alone with Vaan would’ve been very ideal…he would’ve loved her breasts. In fact, he probably would have preferred hers to those big, floppy…luscious…squeezable…

Penelo scrunched up her face and scowled.

“Fuck!”

Now she’d need to change her panties when she got back too.

Unfortunatey for her, as absorbed in her own personal misery and woe as she was, she did not notice the two shapes sauntering up the pass behind her. Keeping to the shadows. Watching her with big, inhuman eyes. A thick tongue ran over wet lips, and a snort of satisfaction rose into the air as one of them cast a glance upon Penelo’s retreating rear, so tightly packaged in her one piece jumper…

She was about to turn a corner when they charged. A huge mass struck her before she had a chance to cry out, and her small dagger fell from her hips to the ground. It clattered onto the rocks and vanished into the darkness. Penelo struck the ground hard and cried out in pain.

Tree-trunk thick arms pinned her to the ground, and she heard a low, snorting chuckle rise up from her attacked. She recognized the sound—and the thick, sweaty smell.

Seeqs.

A wash of light struck her, and she felt something tighten in her throat. She opened her mouth and tried to shout, but only a hoarse croak emerged. Shit! She’d been Silenced. She whimpered softly and tried to push the Seeq off her, but with no weapons and no magic, she found herself having very little chance of that.
“Huh huh huh. Little treat ‘ere, eh?”

“Yeh! Lookit ‘ere Boss. She’s packin’ heat!”

Another Seeq stepped up and held her bag up for inspection. The Seeq straddling her hips stuck his head inside, and she heard him snorting and sniffling as he looked around.

“Bah! Guns and crosserbo’s? Thems no good wiv me! Oy! Girl! Yeh tellin’ me tha’ yeh jus go an’ throw a rock on me head and then gots nuttin’ fer me ta take in return? Wha’ sort ‘o world do ye think we’s live in?”

She whimpered again, and half shook her head, half shrugged. The Seeq growled and pulled back his arm as if to strike her. His partner grunted loudly.

“Maybe we’s can sell ‘em.”

The Boss Seeq paused for a moment, arm still pulled back.

“Naw’s we can’t. Dese are Nalbina guns. We go back ‘n sell ‘em and they’ll know we stole ‘em! Dern it! Ye little bitch, what we ‘posed ta do now? Eh?”

She whimpered again, her eyes wide. She was beginning to adjust to the darkness, and could get a better look at her attackers. Both were Seeqs—the one standing and watching was wearing a light leather armor and canvas breeches. The Boss, on the other hand, was wearing very little—a simple sort of loincloths she was used to seeing Seeqs wear. Never so close, of course—she’d never been straddled by one. They were really quite revealing…if it was moved only a little more, she’d be able to see
his…
Oh. Ew!

She squirmed more, and tried to push him off. Her hands slipped on his slicked-down belly and pressed against the cloth. They both gasped—especially Penelo as she felt a very large shaft of meat under her fingers. It twitched to life from the sudden pressure placed on it, and the Boss Seeq chuckled.

“Oh ho ho! For’ard one, aincha? Gotcha’s then—we fuck ya’s, and ye live? Fair trade, eh Borum?”

Borum chuckled and nodded.

“Damn tho’, she a youngster. Ever seen Hume so fresh ‘fore? Barely out of the womb this ‘un, and them lips look like they ain’t ever been kissed ‘fore.”

“Bet they ain’t ne’er done a lot ‘fore.”

“First time for everything!”

Penelo whimpered louder and shook her head vehemently. The Boss Seeq saw the fear in her eyes and chuckled louder. He jabbed his arm forward, and she closed her eyes, waiting for the punch. It never came.

Instead, the large hand grasped her breasts through her jumper, and began to roughly knead them both. She heard him snorting in enjoyment as he squished and squeezed her tits. Underneath her hand—which still rested on his crotch—she felt the meaty shaft twitch and start to grow harder. He quickly undid the straps of the cloth, and she felt it fall away to the dusty ground. In her small hand she now held the largest cock she’d ever seen—not, of course, that she’d seen many, but she hadn’t even imagined them this big. It was so…thick.

The other Seeq unzipped his own pants, and she saw him pull out a slightly smaller, but still very large cock from within. He moved over to her and placed a foot at either side of her shoulders, his slowly hardening cock hovering before her lips.

“Lick it!”

She shook her head, and he smacked her cheeks with it hard. She gasped and felt the thick head press against her lips. She gasped and prayed desperately for somebody to come rescue her, even as she slowly opened her mouth and let her tongue out. It teased the head of the cock, running all around it with more grace and precision than she’d actually expected. The Seeq was surprised too. He snorted and grunted in pleasure as she began to lick up and down his cock, her tongue moving almost on its own, sliding up and down the thick shaft, teasing the veins on the underside.

She was actually sort of enjoying herself. He held her head gently enough, and his moans and snorts were really beginning to turn her on—as much as she didn’t want to admit it. She had just started to wrap her lips around the cock proper and suck when she felt fingers slide up under her jumper, and two big ones press against her crotch.

“Woah! Lookit ‘ere, she’s wett’r than Giza!”

“Mm…uh…yeh…she’s got…a real…real good tongue ‘ere Boss…ohh!”

She groaned softly as the cock pushed a little deeper into her mouth, the rough hands at her hips ripping her panties off in one rough tug. A trail of sticky cunt-juice connected her pussy and panties for a moment before being broken by the same two fingers plunging into her.

She let out a sharp cry, pleasure at first as the fingers began to work their way in, and then pain as they suddenly thrust in deep—too deep. Her cherry broke instantly, and she would’ve howled in pain had she not had a huge cock in her mouth—and had been Silenced. Blood trickled down her thighs as the Boss Seeq began to finger fuck her swollen lips, her pussy incredibly wet. She felt so dirty yet, at the same time…as he began to fuck her now…it felt so good!

She gagged as she tried to deepthroat Borum’s cock, and murmured softly over the few inches she could take in safely. He didn’t really care—he hadn’t gotten laid in at least six monthes, and Seeq women were not terrifically good at giving head. The Boss leaned down and began to run his thick wet tongue along her pussy, lapping up both the blood and the cum juices. Her hips bucked on their own as she felt her first true orgasm run over her body. His tongue slid into her as deep as it would go, and she felt a rush of precum start to roll down her tongue, followed by a short gasp by the Seeq she was blowing. She felt his cock stiffen, and then…

Cum spurted forth like cannon-fire, pumping her mouth with a stream of thick, gloppy cum. It rolled down her chin and onto her breasts, her nipples raised and visible beneath the tight jumper. He pulled his cock out of her with a soft pop, and let out a relieved sigh.

The tongue was gone from her pussy, and she whimpered wantonly from being empty. That wouldn’t last long. That huge cock pushed into her virginal pussy, and she soundlessly screamed in pain. It hurt. Oh fuck did it hurt.

But it was a good hurt.

The naked Seeq grunted and writhed with her as he fucked her, his huge rod slamming in and out of her deeper and deeper. She felt an orgasmic bliss rush over her, and didn’t even care when he brought his snout to her mouth and pressed his lips to hers. She opened up and let his thick, pussy-dripped tongue into her mouth and she kissed him back with as much vigor as he kissed her, her own tongue exploring his strange and foreign mouth.

The intensity of her acceptance of him drove his senses over the edge, and he let out a harsh squeal as he climaxed, pumping her pussy with his slick, hot and sticky cum. It filled her womb and overflowed, rolling onto the ground between them.

She lay back, eyes half-closed, her cheeks flushed. She watched him dress, and felt pleasantly tingly all over as she saw that great, dripping cock disappear once more into the loincloth. They departed, and she lay there for many minutes, controlling her breathing. She plucked up the satchel as she rose, and sauntered back towards camp, leaving her ripped panties behind.

*

Back in camp, she found only Basch and Vaan were still awake. Vaan sat by the fire, yawning and warming himself. Penelo walked over to Basch and handed him the bag, her ears barely registering his thanks. She wandered over to Vaan, feeling extremely light, extremely…aroused. Like an itch that had been left unscratched.

She ruffled Vaan’s hair playfully as she passed him, and he gently swatted her away.

“Hey!”

She giggled and bent over to pick up an extra dagger to replace the one she’d lost. Vaan’s eyes widened considerably as he saw her golden-hair pussy, swollen and red, glistening in the firelight. A single trail of white cum rolled down her thigh and all the way down her legs. He followed it with his eyes, and then looked up at her when she turned to face him.

“Hey Vaan…? I don’t think I’m going to sleep tonight, so I was going to go take a look at that secluded, shady area near the spring…could you come with me? I’d be so…lonely…otherwise.”

She tittered and walked off into the darkness, her ass swishing back and forth, tight against her one piece jumper…the straps to which Vaan could she her undoing as he followed her into the night…


--AUTHOR’S NOTE—
Wow. That went well, actually—I’m very proud of this little story. Hope you all liked it—I’m thinking of doing a series of FFXII fanfics, since I’m currently playing the game. So, any requests, feel free to put ‘em up in the Reviews section…
Oh, and I live on Reviews. Review me! Do it well, and you’ll get rewards!
Hope you enjoyed!