The year was 1691.
Bastiland had survived four years on its own rules. The village of one hundred had grown. More children were born. More young women turned eighteen and became fair game under the old law — the moment a man’s cock stayed inside her cunt for more than a minute, she belonged to him.
But the Mughals had never forgotten the land they once gifted.
Every year, the demand came like clockwork.
One virgin. Eighteen to twenty-five. Clean. Tight. Unfucked.
The message arrived with three riders on horseback. The leader, a tall Pathan officer named Captain Yusuf Khan, threw a sealed scroll into the dirt in the center of the village.
“The Emperor still remembers your women’s cunts,” he said with a cold smile. “This year he wants a fresh one. Fail to send her, and we will take ten.”
The men of Bastiland gathered that night around a fire. The debate was loud and filthy.
“Send the blacksmith’s daughter,” one man spat. “She’s eighteen and still hasn’t been properly stretched.” “No,” another argued. “Send Rukmani. That whore already takes three cocks a night. The Mughals will think we are mocking them if we send used goods.” “We should refuse,” an older farmer growled. “This is our land now. Why should we keep feeding their cocks?”
But everyone knew the truth. Bastiland had no real army. Only farmers with sickles and a handful of rusted swords.
In the end they chose Leela, nineteen years old, tall, full-breasted, with a still-tight pussy that only two men had fucked so far. Her current “husband” did not fight hard when the others decided she would be the tribute. He simply bent her over one last time behind the hut, fucked her roughly from behind, and whispered, “At least the Emperor will know what a Bastiland cunt feels like.”
Leela cried the entire way to the Mughal camp.
What waited for her was worse than she imagined.
Captain Yusuf Khan took her first. He made her strip in front of his officers, then bent her over a wooden table and shoved his thick cock into her pussy without warning. Leela screamed. Yusuf only laughed and began thrusting harder.
“This is the famous Bastiland tightness?” he grunted. “Not bad… but it will loosen soon.”
He fucked her for nearly half an hour, changing positions, slapping her ass, pulling her hair, forcing her to thank him every time he bottomed out inside her. When he finally came deep in her cunt, he passed her to the next officer.
That night Leela was used by seven men. Her pussy was red and swollen. Her mouth tasted of cum. Her ass, which had never been touched before, was left gaping and leaking.
She was kept in the camp for eleven days.
When she was finally returned to Bastiland, she could barely walk. Her once-tight cunt now took two fingers easily. The village men still fucked her, but the respect she once had as a “wife” was gone. She had become the Emperor’s leftovers.
The following year the demand doubled.
Two girls.
The year after that, three.
Tension grew like a disease. The men of Bastiland began to grumble more openly. Some started hiding their younger women. Others, the more ambitious ones, began offering their own wives to the Mughal soldiers in exchange for protection or silver.
In 1694, the breaking point came.
Bastiland refused the tribute.
Captain Yusuf Khan returned with two hundred soldiers.
They did not negotiate.
They rode into the village at dawn, dragged every woman between eighteen and thirty into the open square, and began fucking them in public. Husbands who tried to stop them were beaten bloody and forced to watch. Some were made to hold their wives’ legs open while the soldiers took turns.
The square filled with the wet sounds of cock slamming into cunt, the sharp cries of women, and the laughter of the Mughal men.
By nightfall, Bastiland was no longer free.
A permanent outpost was built on the edge of the village. Ten soldiers stayed behind. Their orders were simple:
Any woman they wanted, they could take. Any husband who complained would be made to watch.
The old law of Bastiland — the law of the two-minute cock — still existed, but it now lived under a greater law:
The Mughals took what they wanted, when they wanted, and the women of Bastiland learned to spread their legs on command.
The village that had once proudly declared that a man’s cock could claim any cunt now belonged, cunt and all, to the Empire.
The domination was complete.
And it had only just begun.
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