1 Never could be worse

The airship hung high above the hills, bathed in the setting sun. Far below, the river flowed, playing with the glare on the water, and civilians frolicked in one of the villages. Laughter and cheery voices filled the air, making mothers happy and fathers proud of their children's small successes.

But here, in the sky above the hills, the air was filled with screams and cries.

"Let her go, no!" A man was shouting, pinned to the wall and bound with thick ropes.

His face was covered with bruises, one eye was missing, and there was a gaping hole in its place. The other eye shed salty tears while the nose spurted shameful snot. The man struggled in agony and tried to turn away, but the other man forcibly turned his head back.

"You should see this, Chet Lee." The second man holding the unfortunate man's head laughed. "This is what happens to the Zhang family's enemies."

The man named Chet Lee tried to close his one eye to avoid seeing the picture in front of him. The man holding him lifted Chet Lee's single eyelid with his fingers.

"Father, be strong." A boy whispered on the other side of the airship.

The boy's voice was shaking, and his hands, also tied behind his back, were shaking. There was a puddle of cold urine under his feet, and his whole body ached from the beating. Another man was assigned to the boy, who also held his head and made sure that the boy did not close his eyes.

"What are you waiting for?" The man behind the boy shouted to the group of men surrounding the only woman in the area. "Tear this dress!"

"She's resisting." One of them told him, trying to strip the woman's clothes off.

The woman jerked her head, trying to bite the man's hand, but the other man immediately yanked her back by her thick, long hair. This hair might have been silky and beautiful, but now it was matted and smeared with blood and spittle.

"Don't push it, bitch!" Another man shouted and kneed the woman in the face.

"Mom!" The boy shouted.

The woman went limp as she received the blow. The man who was trying to remove her dress finally grabbed the edge of the thin blue fabric and pulled up the hem. Thin but strong legs appeared in red high-heeled shoes and white underwear.

The man licked his lips and tore open the top of her dress, exposing her perfectly defined breasts. The brownish nipples on the pale skin caught the man's eye and he rushed to greedily suck one of them.

"Stop sucking, asshole, take off her underwear, I want to stick in her." Another man, who had been silent, kicked him.

The man holding the woman by the hair smiled maliciously and looked at the man with a broken eye tied up against the wall.

"You thought you were lucky, Chet Lee? I guess, you could give this beauty a good f*ck every day, right?" He turned to the boy. "Well, it worked at least once. About 16 years ago, I guess?"

"I'm going to kill you, Sat Chi." Chet Lee growled, then took a blow to the back of his head.

The man named Sat Chi immediately burst out laughing, clutching the battered woman's hair. She was unconscious after being hit by the knee.

"I'd like to see this, hahaha." Sat Chi said, and yanked the woman hard, raising her beautiful face. "Your husband has failed you, my dear. There was no need to cross the Sat family."

Then he sniffed and spat in the woman's face and burst out laughing. The man who was sucking on her breast tore the remnants of her dress and pulled off her underwear. A triangle of neatly trimmed pubic hair and plump labia appeared.

The man stepped aside and allowed his companion to run his hand over the soft vulva. He didn't say anything, just ran his fingers over it a few times, then spat on his hand and smeared saliva on her pussy.

The woman was lying on the wooden floor of the airship, the upper half of her body raised while Sat Chi held her by the hair. The sucker parted her slender legs, grinning madly. The silent man started to take off his pants.

"Aah, nooo!" Chet Lee snarled, trying to pull away, but he received a series of blows to the face and head.

"Hold him tight!" Sat Chi growled at the man holding Chet Lee. "And don't kill him prematurely. The kid, too."

The boy didn't look away. How many times since the hair started growing between his legs, he thought about f*cking and sleeping with his mom. He kept this forbidden thought from his mind, was afraid to admit it to himself, and certainly never told anyone about his desire.

The boy envied his father, because he could kiss this woman in places that his son could only dream of. But today the boy despised his father and pitied his mother. He despised his father for allowing this to happen; for not saving them, for not running away from the country when the Sat family began their bloody march to power; he despised his father for his mother being raped now like a cheap whore.

He felt sorry for his mother, but at the same time he was glad that he could finally see her beautiful vagina. The boy had no doubt that their family would die today, just as all their relatives had died in the past week. So he wanted to keep at least some pleasant memory before he died. And that was his mother's delicious vulva.

The boy pulled away from everything else and thought that he would never be able to sneak into his mother's bath or into her bed at night. He thought that he would never be able to meet any other girl to compare her to his mother. He thought that he would never be able to tell his father that in his heart he was still proud of him, because he was able to win the best woman in the world.

"I'm sorry, mom." The boy whispered. "I'm a bad son."

He would like to break free of the ropes, turn around, and finish off the man behind him with a single blow. Then, with the cries of others and the joyful laughter of his father, he would cross the distance to his mother in two jumps and inflict a series of blows with hands and legs, spreading rapists like boring toys in a playroom, and freeing his mother he would get father free to kill his last enemy. Then the three of them would have taken control of the airship, turned back, and returned home to the cheers of friends and related families.

However, the boy remembered that all his friends and relatives were dead, and his strength was not even enough to turn away.

The man in front of his mother took off his pants, exposing his bare ass, and blocked the boy's view of his mother's pretty pussy, snapping him out of a life-saving slumber.

"Do you like mom's pussy, kid?" The guard who held him grinned in his ear.

"Freaks." The boy growled in a hateful whisper, but the man heard him.

The guard grinned, unzipped his fly, and urinated on the boy's head.

"Cool down a bit." He laughed.

The boy shook his head, snorted, and tried not to open his lips so that the warm urine wouldn't get into his mouth. He was again grabbed by the head and forced to watch as the rapist settled between his mother's legs.

The rapist, again spitting on the labia, parted it, opening the cherished hole, and rose higher, aiming his small, puny member. The boy couldn't see it, but he wanted the rapist to have a small appendage. When the rapist finally managed to insert the head into the sleeping vagina, the woman woke up.

"Bastard!" She screamed and tried to pull away, but was hit in the throat when her hair was yanked back and she coughed, losing her breath. She tried to squeeze her legs, but one leg was held tightly by a breast-sucker, and the other was kicked by Sat Chi, who was holding her by the hair. The blow knocked out her kneecap and the woman moaned in pain.

The rapist grunted contentedly, moving his pelvis and pushing the penis harder and harder into the vagina without any lubrication. Contrary to the boy's dreams, his penis was the largest in the group, and therefore he got the best females. He wanted this woman as much as her son, and today the perverted bastard got what he wanted.

The woman stopped moaning and moving, and the second rapist was able to let go of the dainty leg and throw himself back on the brown nipple to suck her breast. Sat Chi took out his penis, opened the weak-willed woman's mouth, and inserted his penis into her soft throat. Holding her hair, he moved her head up and down, enjoying the process.

Three minutes later, which seemed like an eternity to the couple, the rapist strained for the last time and came inside the boy's mother. He removed his penis from the torn vagina, which was oozing blood, and turned to the man and boy. He had a crazy smile on his face and a huge penis dripping with a mixture of semen, blood, and vaginal fluid.

Chet Lee was sobbing. The boy shrank into a ball.

Soon Sat Chi, too, had come down into the throat of the woman who was already dead for about five minutes, and grinned at the third rapist.

He was on all fours, sucking on a lifeless breast and desperately jerking off his small penis. A minute later, he shot a small amount of rather liquid semen, soiling his palm. He wiped his hand on the beautiful martyr's flat stomach and licked his fingers.

"Do you see it now, Chet Lee?" Sat Chi asked, turning to the bound man. "We are the strongest family in the country, and by right of strength we deserve power. And you didn't just lose because of your pride. You are disgraced even in your own eyes."

Chet Lee could not answer, mourning the death and abuse of his beloved wife, whom he could not protect.

"I want you to die knowing your shame. And may you never rest in the next world." Sat Chi added, and nodded to his companion behind Chet Lee.

The man behind Chet Lee pulled a long-barreled, curved-handled pistol from the holster on his belt. He took half a step back and put the gun to the crying man's head.

"Look, you little freak." The man holding him whispered to the boy. "You were born of such a nonentity. Bad luck, right?"

The man chuckled, but the boy didn't say anything. He looked at his father and couldn't think of anything. His entire mind seemed to float in a fog. His mind was desperately trying to protect him from unbearable pain, fear, frustration, hatred, self-pity, and contempt for his father. Perhaps the only thought that loomed at the edge of his mind was: "I want to die." But the boy couldn't hear the thought, he just watched helplessly as his father was killed.

The man with the gun pulled the trigger, and at the same time, Chet Lee's head exploded in a fan of bloody pieces.

"What we gonna do with the guy?" The shooter asked.

Sat Chi let go of the dead woman's hair, tossing her head on the floor, and walked over to the boy. He leaned forward, peering into the empty face, and spat contemptuously.

"Get this shit off the airship. He's not even fit to be a slave."

Sat Chi turned away and started to leave the room, but stopped at the door and turned his head.

"Drop the other two bodies over the capital. I want everyone in the country to know who's in charge now."