Chapter 2

Cleo carefully opened the door to her humble wooden home on the outskirts of the village.

It was daybreak, and she hoped her mother didn’t notice her absence. The house’s primary chamber was barely lit, with only two doors visible: one of her and her sister’s bedroom and the other of their mother’s.

After the door was closed, Cleo heard a voice behind her. “Where have you been all night?”

Her mother’s voice was filled with anxiety. She was knitting wool on an old rocking chair that had gotten flattened and no longer rocked.

Cleo turned around, smiling. She was a little girl with blonde hair braided in two braids, framing an adorable face. Two scarcely noticeable breasts are concealed by an unbuttoned blouse, resulting in a deep neckline. The billowy white skirt hid the long and gorgeous legs. Thank glad it was so long! Otherwise, her mother would have realized that she was not wearing underpants. She simply hoped she wouldn’t ask about the unusual white substance staining the right corner of her mouth.

“I helped Auriel’s mother,” she claimed. “You know, this morning she had to go to the market and she hadn’t finished all the lace to sell—”

“What do you have near your mouth?”

Cleo used her left index finger to touch the opposite corner of her lips. She examined the fluid now placed on that finger and, a moment later, brought it to her lips, tasting it with a gaze that went beyond malice.

“Milk,” she lied yet again.

Her mother did not buy it. “You’re just a little whore! You were with that guy again, that stupid bard!” She stood up, yelling at her daughter. “Don’t you know that the Emperor’s army is coming this way? It appears that they are deflowering all women over the age of twenty. Do you realize? I was extremely worried!”

“Really?” Cleo’s gaze revealed curiosity and interest rather than apprehension.

“Why aren’t you like your sister?” her mother said.

Cleo had heard her mother’s lament a thousand times. Juliana was Cleo’s twin sister. The two looked identical, like two peas in a pod. In terms of personality, however, they were diametrically opposed. Cleo had lost her virginity long ago and had slept with every man in the area. Alba, on the other hand, was shy, quiet, antisocial, and unsure. She was continually hiding in that house, too afraid of the world to get outdoors.

“Now run to your room, and you and your sister hide in the trunks!” her mother demanded again, in a tone that permitted no debate.

Cleo sighed. She didn’t want to argue, so she unwillingly entered her room. She discovered Juliana buried beneath the sheets of her straw bed.

“What’s going on, Cleo?” inquired the twin when their gazes connected. “I heard mom say that bad sol-diers are coming.”

“Yeah, bad soldiers who want to put you on all fours and fuck you for hours,” Cleo says, smirking.

Juliana’s eyes widened as scripted. “But it’s terrible! I must preserve my virginity!”

Cleo huffed with boredom and opened one of the trunks. She poured the contents to the side and told her sister to come inside. “Hide here. That way they won’t find you.”

Juliana got up from her bed. She was dressed in a long wool nightgown that disguised her sweet and delightful contours, much like her sister’s. She sat inside the trunk and bowed down, patiently waiting for her sister to close it.

Meanwhile, from the main room, she began to hear weird sounds. Someone had in, and the mother was arguing with them. The tones escalated rapidly.

“No! I don’t have a daughter!”

“Be quiet, woman! We know there is a young virgin woman here named Juliana. They informed us that she is over the age of twenty and must be deflowed by Emperor’s decree.”

“No! You cannot! No, please!”

The woman screamed, followed by the soldiers’ curses and the sound of a body slamming on the table. The troops then burst into the twins’ bedroom. There were four of them.

They discovered Cleo sitting on the bed with a terrified expression on her face. The girl held a corner of her skirt and pretended to hide her face. Meanwhile, the operation exposed her legs up to mid-thigh.

“It’s her! Juliana the virgin!” exclaimed a soldier.

All four were dressed in imperial guard armor, which exposed their manhood, which was erect and hard. The first man grasped the fictitious Juliana by the arm. Cleo attempted to pull out from the grip, but it was too firm. No big thing; she was just putting on a show. The second soldier seized her by the other arm. They soon got her restrained, laughing amusingly at the faux virgin’s feeble attempts to free herself. They pinned her to the bed, face down, knees on the ground, at a 90-degree angle.

Another soldier raised her skirt, revealing her round bottom. Cleo continued to squirm, as if attempting to release herself. This simply made her firm little bottom look more appealing. The soldiers found it a really delicious meal.

“Come on, it’s your turn! Get it in there!” said one of the troops, addressing the youngest member of the company.

“But she doesn’t want to,” the boy said. In terms of age, he may be younger than Cleo. There was a hint of hair on his face, and his glance resembled that of a fawn rather than an Emperor’s harsh agent. “It seems like an injustice to me. It should be an act of love, where there is consent.”

“What the hell are you talking about, you faggot?” yelled the one who was most likely the leader of the four. “Fuck her and stop whining!”