“ARTICLE 21. TERRITORY CONQUEST. A nation that conquers and claims territory of another nation must offer without excessive delay to its inhabitants the option of moving to an unconquered territory of that nation or of converting to the conqueror nation. The new converts must have equal rights. Should a nation be conquered so utterly that it has no territory left, a Planetary Council shall convene. The Council may decide to restore the nation and assign it some territory. If it doesn’t, the nation ceases to exist.” — excerpt from the Treaty on Friendly War
While I was trapped in the spider’s web, the armies of the slimeborn — and the mudborn, who were allied with them — poured into our domain.
We thought we were prepared but we weren’t. I’ll give you one example only. It comes from Nova, a farmer in the kissborn village of Sourcevie, one of the first villages to be attacked.
(“What’s she doing now?” asked Alrae.
“She’s no longer a kissborn. She became a priestess of the Sacred Temple shortly after the Original War. We’re still friends, though.”
Alrae nodded and went back to looking at her own chest, still constricted tightly by the spidersilk ropes under her breasts.)
Nova was working in the rice paddy when the attack hit. Barefoot and crouching in the flooded muddy field, she and a dozen other villagers gathered the half-grown seedlings. Even though she was a kissborn, Nova still loved rice transplantation the most of all seasons.
Her body got splashed by muddy water and her feet kept burying a couple of centimeters into the soil. There was something naturally soothing about that. The weather was warm and the sky clear, and she was chatting with her friends and colleagues as they moved forward, row by row, working together. This was surely the best time of the year.
She grabbed two or three seedlings with each hand, pulled them out of the soil and placed them behind herself, then continued with the next row.
She deliberately concentrated her gaze on the plants and wore a low-cut loosely fitting shirt, hoping to be an inviting target for an impromptu mud slinging or mud wrestling fight. Those always tended to happen. They were so fun that the elders had to break them up every so often to ensure some work got actually done.
But the elders were nowhere to be seen today so when a cold ball of mud exploded against Nova’s neck and the mud flowed down her back, she was beside herself with excitement. She smiled to herself, grabbed two fistfuls of mud, stood up and turned around.
“Who was that?” she shouted.
She needn’t have asked. Stardust was the only one standing, her arm already in full swing, slinging another ball of mud at Nova.
“You were slacking!” Stardust grinned and the mud hit Nova’s chest, exploded on her cleavage and dropped down into her shirt.
“I was so not.”
“You are now.”
This time, the mud hit Nova’s cheek and she retaliated, slinging mud from both hands at Stardust. She hit her shoulder, but the other ball missed and fell on the hair of another girl, still working behind Stardust.
The girl looked up. Nova saw it was Comet, one of the younger ones, first time this year assigned to farming. She looked a little angry but mostly confused.
“Comet, is this your first mud fight?” asked Stardust as she and Nova picked up more mud.
“A mud fight?”
“Yeah, this thing. Just, grab some of it and sling it at Nova. That’s basically what it’s —”
She didn’t finish her sentence as a throw from Nova hit her in the face, and a second on the chest.
Stardust spit off mud from her mouth. “And take care. Nova is very mean during these.”
“Yeah, I see,” said Comet and attempted a weak underhand throw, but the mud fell far short of Nova.
Nova grinned. She didn’t mind being the center of attention this way, and threw more mud at Comet, hitting her back twice.
Comet yelped in surprise. Mud seeped through her darkening shirt. But she looked motivated. Her next throw was more accurate and hit Nova’s leg and the next one hit her in the crotch, the first painful and humiliating hit.
“Well done, Comet! You’re getting it!” smiled Stardust. “Now, we move to the next stage: Charge.”
Magnificent, thought Nova. Now we were getting to the best part.
Stardust ran, water spraying off her feet behind her. She tried to grab Nova’s shoulders but Nova was ready, intercepted and now they were locked in a tugging match, each trying to push the other down in the mud. With any luck, they’d both end up prone.
But it was Comet who broke the tie first, coming near and pulling Nova’s legs from beneath her.
“No!” shouted Nova as she fell on her back in the field splashing muddy water on all of them. Stardust took advantage of her momentary stun, sat on Nova’s crotch and held her arms down.
Nova was pinned down. She was still smiling, though, enjoying herself greatly.
“Comet, now’s the time to punish her. Do not hold back.”
Comet crouched in the rice paddy next to to the two girls. She sat on her legs and her knees burrowed into the soil. Then, she started covering Nova with mud. She muddied her face, her hair and her arms.
Then she stopped, blushing. “Should I… you know… inside?” she said meekly, nodding at Nova’s shirt.
“I’m sure she doesn’t mind,” said Stardust with a devilish grin. Nova wanted to thank her for it.
So Comet piled mud on Nova’s neck and then with her hands smeared it down and inside her shirt and on her belly. She tensed a bit when she brushed over Nova’s bra, but Nova and Stardust were still smiling so she gained more confidence and lifted Nova’s bra a bit and smeared the mud over her bare breasts.
Nova kept her eyes closed and gasped and even suppressed moans from time to time.
“I think maybe we’re going about this the wrong away,” said Stardust. “She’s enjoying herself a little too much. I’m thinking maybe we should strip her and destroy her clothes —”
“No!” shouted Nova forcefully, suddenly panicking. “You can’t do that! I couldn’t walk home naked. My sister would never let it go! Please! This must stay between us…”
“I think we’ve found the weak point, Comet,” grinned Stardust, and Comet was already tearing Nova’s shirt apart.
It’s at that point that the earth shook. All three looked up and saw bellowing smoke rise up from one of the houses in the village. “What happened?”
Then the earth shook again, and another house crashed down. They saw it collapse on itself, a trail of smoke still in the air from some unknown projectile.
They also saw the army. Hundreds of black-skinned and green-skinned girls streaming down from a nearby hill. Some of them raced down, shouting battle cries. Some of them were manning dozens of catapults, raining projectiles at the village. That’s what brought down the houses.
Then a catapult projectile, a slime, landed in the rice paddy and the farmers started to flee — some into the forest, and those would be saved, but others, regretfully, into the village.
Stardust and Comet stood up, but froze in fear. This didn’t seem like a game. Nova still lay on the ground confused, covered in mud, her shirt now in tatters. Then the slime jumped onto her and attacked —
(“Wait, what. You’re acting as if the slime is alive.”
“Oh, it was.” And I summoned a similar slime creature in Jouette’s living room. The yellow blob didn’t wait for anything and jumped on top of her. It spread itself until it coated Jouette’s skin from feet to neck. It was like a thin layer of cloth hugging her body, except the cloth was wet, slimy and kept tickling her.
The slime dissolved the spidersilk restraints on Jouette and she could move her arms again, though the slime resisted even that. Her movements were sluggish. The other girls looked in horror at Jouette, surprised at seeing their leader imprisoned by such a simple creature.
Jouette tried to stand up but couldn’t, the slime glued her to her chair. The only place it couldn’t reach was her butt and her sex. It seemed the maggots still swimming in Jouette’s panties repulsed even the slime and kept eating away at it.)
The slime coated Nova’s body from feet to neck, pinning her to the muddy field more effectively than Stardust could ever have. Nova was no longer smiling. “Help me! Please!”
Stardust broke from her paralysis and grasped at the slime but it slipped through her fingers. Comet wouldn’t touch it and kept standing some feet away.
Nova tried to move, to fight, but couldn’t. The slime dissolved her tattered clothes pretty quickly and then started pleasuring her, sucking on her nipples, stimulating her clit and reaching even inside her. At that point, Nova lost any remaining resistance. Stardust and Comet looked away in shame only to see the horde of invading girls already in the rice paddy, slinging mud and slime at them.
The mess hit the girls and they both fell, hurt, dirty and afraid, onto the muddy field. All three of them lost consciousness.
~
When Nova woke up, she was in a metal cage on the village square, still naked from the waist up. She looked up to see twenty other girls from her village packed up close together in the same cage. The cage was maybe three meters long in every direction, apparently hastily constructed from parts right here on site. Nova saw several more such cages scattered around the square.
Stardust and Comet were with here, their dresses now also in tatters, muddy and slimed.
“They rounded up everyone who didn’t flee,” said Stardust, “even the children got captured.”
“The children?”
“Their cage is inside the town hall but I saw it, it is a cage and they are in there.”
(“Wait, Astra,” said Alrae, “they imprisoned children?”
“Imprisoned, and worse things still.”
“But, everyone knows, that’s just not done.”
“Yes, and we knew that as well. The mudborn and the slimeborn, though, apparently not. In retrospect, this may have been their greatest mistake. That they forced children to fight and to get punished, against their will, was part of what united all of us against them and even among mudgirls and slimegirls that wasn’t popular.”)
A black-skinned mudborn girl, clad in armor and wearing a fierce countenance, paced next to the cage. She inspired fear and respect. A group of mudborn warriors stood ready nearby. Each had her hands full of black mud that stank even at a distance.
“Each of you has the opportunity to go free,” said the commanding girl, “I have nothing to gain by keeping you imprisoned but I also have nothing to lose. So I offer each of you a trade.
“You tell me useful information — anything, really — location of Sewers entrances, key combinations, Artifact sites, weaknesses in fortifications — and you can go, flee. Each piece of information frees one person.
“If none of you offer me anything, then, well,” she made a hand gesture and the warriors threw the mud. Maybe twenty or thirty mudballs flew through the air. Nova and the villagers were packed together so tightly that every projectile hit a target. The girls at the edges shrank from the impact and squirmed in disgust. In their retreat, they pushed against the girls in the middle and a couple of them fell on the ground, their bodies entangled.
The kissborn looked at each other. They were afraid, and some of them knew information the mudborn commander was after, but there was also determination in them. They weren’t soldiers, but they were friends.
And by unspoken agreement, they all stayed silent.
And so they were punished.
The black-skinned girls picked up buckets of some unknown substance and threw their contents at the villagers massed in the cage. The substance was chunky slime, now covering the bodies of all the girls.
Covered in stinking black mud and slime, their clothes started to give way. The necklines became more revealing, the fabric more translucent, and of course, holes started to appear. Each girl dealt with it in her own way. Some villagers, blushing, tried to keep their breasts and groins hidden and their bodies clean, flicking off slime and adjusting their dresses to cover up any holes. Others sought the comfort of bodily contact, burying themselves in close hugs with their friends. They closed their eyes to avoid the horror. Still others pierced their tormentors with focused looks, pledging revenge.
None broke.
And so the mudborn commander ordered that they be stripped nude.
Most villagers, like Comet, grudgingly and slowly stripped themselves of their clothes, unused to be naked in the public and in front of strangers, even if — especially if — those strangers were foreigners. But they complied and handed over their dresses peacefully.
The defiant ones, well, they were of two kinds.
The first kind, like Stardust, stripped themselves with no hesitation and threw their clothes in their captors’ faces, spitting upon them.
The second kind, like Nova, refused the order and endured a shower of mud being slung at them until their clothes could no longer take the damage and disintegrated.
In the end, no resistance could help. There was an army outsides the cages, and handfuls of naked, scared and defeated girls inside them.
But still the commander didn’t get what she wanted, so their summoners cast their spells and a large cloud of slime appeared over Nova’s cage. At first, the cloud let down only a drizzle of watery slime, showering the naked girls with just a little of the substance at a time.
But then their captors went away, heading back to a warcamp perhaps, and left the cages full of villagers be, each under a similar cloud of slime. The drizzle eventually turned into a rain, and then into a downpour, sheets of slime crashing down upon the exhausted girls. Some openly cried at this point and most had at least tears in eyes.
Nova, bound by gluey slime with Comet, Stardust and the twenty other girls in their cage, was sobbing herself. She would have been willing to let go of secrets now, but the mudborn were no longer around.
They would have to endure the slimy cascade for as long as the clouds lasted.
The sun went down and the downpour continued and the kissborn would for the first time discover if it was possible to fall asleep while pounded by slime.