Chapter 1-3: Lord Hung

Mom is unconscious and being carried on the shoulder of a large man in what looks like steel and leather armor.

Two guards holding spears and wearing the same armor as the one carrying my mother open up the metal gate for us.

As they drag us through the doorway we’re greeted by a brilliantly decorated throne room 30 meters square with a ceiling nearing 20 meters high. At the far end of the room is an absolutely massive man sitting on a steel throne adorned with jewels and what appear to be human and animal skulls.

If all of the previous people were hideous trolls then this man is as far in the opposite direction as is possible. He looks like a hero or god straight out of myths. His height alone is enormous; it looks like he’d be nearly 3 meters tall if he stood up straight, and the muscles under his bronzed skin are probably the largest I have ever seen.

His face is extremely handsome and clean shaven with a stoic feel to it. Atop his short black hair is what appears to be a solid gold crown with red jewels embedded all around it. These red jewels match the shade of his large, glowing eyes that seem to pierce through me. On his hips are four large, black revolvers with intricate carvings on them.

What surprises me the most are his four huge, barrel-like arms. Pudgy has extra arms as well, what the hell is going on here anyway. Who are these people?

His presence invades every millimeter of the room, giving off an indomitable and frightening aura. This guy is clearly in charge.

Scrawny and Stubby drag me forward and stand me up in-front of big guy’s throne, each still holding an arm with my mother to the side. I think big guy is talking to them; they seem slightly frightened of him.

He motions towards the fellow at his right. Woah, how did I not notice this guy before? He must be around 2.5 meters tall, almost as big as ol’ red eyes there. Not as muscular as him, but he makes up for it in weirdness. He has huge ram-like horns that curve backwards over his head.

My attention is drawn to his arms which are reaching towards me. Each of his elbows has a large, sharp looking boney protrusion sticking outward, in-line with his forearms and each of his massive hands has seven fingers. In the hand that’s reaching towards me is a sharp metal object.

This is going to hurt.

He jams the metal straight into my shoulder and it feels like something enters my body. I can feel whatever it is painfully crawling deep under my skin and up my neck. It slithers up to behind my ears and a sensation hits me like it’s drilling right into the sides of my brain itself.

My world goes fuzzy and my mind is assaulted by screeching, wailing sounds that make me want to claw my ears off.

Then the large, horny man slaps me with one of his seven fingered hands while talking incoherently.

…But suddenly his words start coming into focus. “--Boy, you better respond if you can understand me now.” He commands.

Whatever he just did I can somehow understand what he’s saying now.

“W-w-what?” I stammer out, my ears still stinging from what they did.

“I asked your name, boy. You will answer me in the presence of Lord Hung.”

“M-my name?... I-I’m… Zed.” I manage to mumble out in a stupor.

“Good, he’s not dumb or deaf. Wonder where he’s from that he can’t understand the common tongue.” Lord Hung says, half to himself.

“Seems like'a waste of a translator ta me.” Scrawny chimes in.

“It’s fine, we can just retrieve it when he dies anyway. And there isn’t much use for them these days either.” Tall and horny tells Scrawny.

Translator? Like a universal translator? That kind of technology isn’t possible… not that it’s been necessary since the unification anyway.

Lord Hung laughs menacingly, with a vile light in his eyes. “We like it better when we can understand what they’re screaming. It’s much more satisfying that way.” Then he commands. “Magnus, bring him to us.”

Apparently the tall and horny fellow is named Magnus. And… did he just say what I think he said?

Stubby and Scrawny release me from their vice-like grips but the moment they do Magnus grabs me by the neck and lifts my body off the ground with one arm. Then he carries me up directly in-front of the throne and forces me down onto my knees.

Hung seizes my face with both hands, moving it about to look at different angles running his eyes all over me. He checks my teeth and runs his hand through my hair. He seems quite pleased, which is probably not a good thing. Not good at all. I really want to pretend I didn’t hear what he said earlier as well.

“Fascinating, he’s one of the unmodified. They’ve grown quite rare on Gali over the last hundred cycles.” Then Hung turns to Scrawny and Stubby. “Where did you say you found these two anyway?”

Stubby steps up and starts blabbering before Scrawny has a chance to answer. “Den an me found em’ in north towards wastes grandfatha’. Some kind metal ship crashed.”

Seems the tall scrawny one with the ugly ass face is named Den.

“Now Ben, what have I told you before about how you address us?”

“You said ta call ya Lord ‘Ung in da presence o’ slaves an outsiders….”

“Precisely Ben, precisely. I’d rather they not know something as stupid and worthless as yourself managed to spring forth from the seed our loins.”

Well, Stubby-Ben there is definitely an idiot. Not that I couldn’t tell that before with the drooling and all.

“Yes grandfa--, I mean Lord ‘Ung.” He whimpers.

“Well, good enough. We’ll forgive you for today if only because you brought us such a fine gift.” Ben perks up at these words.

Lord Hung suddenly bends over slightly and starts rubbing his head like he’s in pain and says. “Ugh, I swear it’s coming more often lately.” Then he looks up with an annoyed expression on his face.

“JACKEERRR!!!” He bellows without warning, nearly deafening me at the same time. “WHERE IS OUR MEDICINE?!?!”

“Yes Lord Grandfather, I’ve got it right here.” A deep voice replies as another four-armed man, the one called Jacker, rushes in.

“Then give it to us already you imbecile. And do something about your moronic sons while you’re at it.”

“Yes Lord Grandfather.” Jacker takes out a syringe with a milky white liquid in it and injects it into Lord Hung’s neck. “Den, Ben. You two come with me. Now.” Jacker says in a commanding tone after finishing with the medication.

“But Lord ‘Ung, can’t we ‘ave a reward fer findin’ a nice gif’ fer ya’?” Ben stupidly asks before Jacker can drive him out.

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“He does wet my appetite. Very well, Den and Ben, you two may keep the woman you found.”

“Mother!?! What are you going to--“ Is all I can get out before Magnus slaps my head with the hand that isn’t around my neck and forces my jaw shut so hard it feels like he might break it. “You will speak in Brother Hung’s presence only when spoken to.”

I swear to god I will kill all of these bastards if they touch her.

“That’s better, thank you brother. Now where was I?” He pauses a moment before continuing, “Ah right, you lad. I am Hung, the Great Ravager, Lord of Slaves, immortal god incarnate and patron of these lands. From now on you are my house-slave. Do you know of me?”

Magnus releases his hold on my jaw and shakes me. “Answer him now!”

“N-no. I haven’t” I reluctantly answer. How am I supposed to know who the hell you are? I don’t even know where I am.

Lord Hung continues questioning me, “Where are you from then that you do not know the common tongue or of our greatness? Are you from one of the other Great Satellites?”

Other great satellites, I wonder if we’re on a moon then. I can’t understand how I ended up here.

“I was born on Terra.”

“Terra? Strange, I’ve not heard of it but…” He trails off then starts rubbing his forehead again with a grimace, “These headaches!”

Then he looks me in the eye with his frightening gaze, “You will come with me and be my entertainment for the evening, slave.”

He gets up and starts striding out of the room. “Magnus, bring him to my personal chambers now.”

Magnus grabs me and follows along after Lord Hung, presumably towards his chambers like he told him to.

I really, really don’t like where this is going.

As he’s carrying me out of the room I can hear those bastards Den and Ben bickering.

“Hands off, I get er first brother.“ Den admonishes his brother.

“Bu’ Lord ‘Ung said we was ta share ‘er.” Ben points out.

“You can have ‘er afta’ she’s pregnant,” He continues, “If she got yer seed Grandfather would ‘ave ta grind da child into paste and use it ta fertilize da slave fields. Be a waste of perfectly good breedin’ stock on yer stupid arse.”

“Awright….” Ben mumbles dejectedly, “Long as aw get ma turn. She’s a prett’ one, not like otha’ women we had fer’a while.”

“You can use ‘er mouth.” Den says, trying to cheer him up, “Com’on then, let’s leave Grandfather ta his fun.”

I glared at the two, trying to kill them with my eyes while trying to struggle free from Magnus’ grip on my neck, biting and clawing at his hand like a rabid dog.

Magnus covers my mouth. “Settle down boy, she’s the least of your worries. My brother has an even shorter temper than I do.” He threateningly chuckles, “He ate the still beating heart of the last toy that defied him, but luckily for you he likes young supple ones like yourself. He’ll keep you around for a good long while to play with. Assuming you don’t misbehave.”

After being drug along for a few minutes he threw me into a dark room lit only by a single electric ceiling panel. “Have fun” Was his goodbye as he closed the door behind him.

Magnus tossed me right onto a large bed in the center of the room and I saw Hung in the corner of my eye as I was flying. I can hear the cunt undressing behind me already. There are two strange looking guns mounted on the wall. They look different from any kind of firearms I’ve ever seen before.

Just as my eyes are getting accustomed to the darkness in the room, and after some more rustling sounds, he grabs me and lifts me up while turning me around. He’s completely naked with his gun belt set on the bed stand and the rest of his clothes on his desk. Now I know why they call him Lord ‘Hung’.

He’s reaching down and pulling off my pants now. I’d rather die than get raped by this revolting monster.

I desperately look around the room for something to use to try and kill this giant. There’s a 12 cm blade sheathed by his gun belt that’s just within arm’s reach on the bed stand. Unluckily the guns themselves are out of reach.

Leaning over while he’s preoccupied fondling my ass and thighs I unsheathe the blade with my thumb and stab the dagger deep into his left flank. He recoils with a roar and let’s go of me for an instant, which I take advantage of to turn around and run away, leaving the dagger imbedded in his side.

It doesn’t go well.

Before I can get even a meter away I’m immediately grabbed by three of his massive arms; one around my neck, one around my entire torso, and one pulling strongly on my right arm. Shit, I think he dislocated it already.

“YOU LITTLE FUCKER!” He screams into my face so loudly it’s painful and my ears are ringing. “WE WILL EAT YOU SLOWLY!”

He reaches out with his last hand and scoops out my left eyeball with two fingers, severing the optic nerve with a final tug. As I lose vision in my left eye an intensely sharp pain hits my already sore and battered body causing me to scream out shrilly.

“AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” Fuck, that fucking hurts! Can this day get any bloody worse?

Then he eats my eye right there in a single bite as it makes a repugnant, squishy crunch.

Some of the juices splashed on my face and chest. “Mmmmmm. Juicy, with a nice crunch.” He says like he’s tasting a fine wine.

“You could have lived relatively whole and lengthily if you had but not defied us. We must talk to my men about training my future slaves more… rigidly.” He breaks my pinky finger with a loud snap.

“On second thought… I would torture you to death right now but that just seems a bit dull.” He ponders for a moment. “Let’s see how long you survive in the blood pit, whelp.”

Somehow I think it just got worse.

He reaches over into a drawer of his desk and pulls out a large white ring. When he brings it up over my head and centers it on my neck it rapidly shrinks and constricts my throat so I can’t speak, and can barely breathe.

He strips me down to nothing but the loincloth that those two put on me earlier and drags me, choking and wheezing, out of the room by my hair. Wherever he’s taking me the stench of blood is growing stronger, we seem to be going towards the source that I’ve been smelling since earlier.

Eventually, when we reach the edge of a large, round hole in the floor some 50 meters in diameter located in one of the keep’s rooms, he pulls the dagger out of his flank and rams it into my left shoulder. “A parting gift, hopefully I’ll get some enjoyment out of you yet!”

Hung bellows down into the pit loud enough to shake the floor “CUTTER!!! CATCH THIS ONE YOU LAZY SOD!!!” before throwing me head first into the pit like a baseball.