Chapter 1 - The Attack

They had always told her that the wall would keep them safe. If not, their faith and righteousness would. But they were wrong. Jane had been the purest of them all, but she perhaps suffered the worst. 
	Jane had moved to the convent so young she had forgotten what men even looked like, and never even took off her habit in order to preserve her modesty. All that changed when the invaders came. 
	Somehow, they got over the wall. After that, a convent was easy pickings. They attacked just as everyone was going to bed. Jane’s cell can at the end of a hall, so she was last, but they did find her. One of them broke down her down and cornered her on the cot. Without word, he came over to her. With a gloved hand, he yanked off her veil, letting her long dark hair tumble down around her waist. 
	Grabbing a handful of her hair, the warrior proceeded to tear at her habit. That too gave way, revealing Jane’s pale, thin body with a thick dark patch of hair between her legs that she had never noticed before. She cried out and tried to resist his advance, but her best efforts were in vain. The man was a hardened fighter, and anyone who would have come to her aid was far away or dead. As the invader led down his pants, Jane stared stupefied at the sight of this new fleshy thing facing her. 
	As he moved closer, Jane watched in horror as his penis erected. Soon though, it was too late. She felt a sharp bolt of pain as he violently penetrated her virgin sex. Without anything resembling tenderness or gentleness, he continued to shove for what seemed like forever. When Jane tried to scream, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and shoved it into her mouth. She gagged on the acrid taste of ten years of accumulated sweat. 
	Finally, the man finished. He withdrew his member as a torrent of semen spread over Jane’s stomach. Another blast hit her straight in the face, the sticky liquid running into her eyes. The warrior pulled up his pants, and took Jane by the arm, dragging her out of the only world she had ever known. He lead her through the covenant, many of the fires still burning, past the bodies of those women deemed unworthy by the conquerors. 
	Outside, Jane was led over to the rest of the survivors, all other younger women, each looking empty. Jane then noticed a trickle of blood running down the inside of her leg. After what she had just experienced, this was the tipping point. Her legs went limp and she began to cry uncontrollably. The warrior simply picked her up and tossed her with them. 
	One of the warriors threw a pile of burlap sacks to them, with head and arm holes. 
	“Put these on. It might get cold in the night.” The women complied. The warriors moved to put the prisoners in irons. They were bound to each other by irons around their necks, and their hands were manacled together. 
	Soon, the army moved out. The women, now slaves to their captors, were left with a small contingent that would head back across the wall. They marched through the night, making the site of the wall in the morning. There, they stopped to rest and get some food. The slaves were given a piece of hard bread and a mouthful of water, and their hands were momentarily unchained. Only then, when they saw the smoldering hole in the wall that had let in this rampage, did they come out of the shock that had affected them all. 
	For many days, the party trekked through the wilderness beyond the wall. Finally, they reached a city. Inside the city, the women were paraded down a street, toward the slave market. Jane saw all manner of person on that, many of whom were not human. They reached the market before it opened. The warrior in command spoke to a man who seemed to be in charge, and the women changed hands. They joined a line with several other slaves of both sexes. An enforcer came through and cut off their burlap tunics, so they were all completely naked except for their chains. 
	People started to arrive for the market. At some previously agreed-upon point, the bidding started. Jane’s companions were sold one by one until it was her turn. Finally it was her turn on the block. She was unchained from the girl behind her, and led up. The auctioneer began to speak. 
	“We have another human female. This one is younger than the rest, so she is more trainable. She may have no experience and smell like a cow, but like I said, you can clean her up and train her. Let’s start the bidding at 20 silver.” 
A man in the back raised his hand. 
“Good! Do I hear 25?” 
Near the front, a small reptilian creature raised its claw-hand. 
“Alright! What about 30? She’s a very good investment! No? Alright! Going once, going twice, sold to the genlock!”