The “pornaï” of the port (1)

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The day, which had begun like any other, had suddenly taken a very different turn. Indeed, just as Êta was about to endure her daily share of torment from the fisherman and his two sons, a group of horsemen galloped down a nearby hillside in a cloud of sandy dust. The old man and his son, who had already grabbed their harpoons, forced their beautiful slave to follow them to the back of their hut.

As the neighing of horses could now be heard right outside their home, the tension reached its peak. The fisherman, having no idea what had brought this group to his place, ordered his children and his slave to stay in the room while he went quietly to see what was going on. The old man then peeked through a hole in one of the hut’s walls, only to realize that the people standing outside were wearing Greek helmets and breastplates.

But that wasn’t all. Their large numbers, as well as their weaponry, made the situation he and his children were in extremely perilous. They were nothing more than simple fishermen—there was no way they could stand up to such a group of armed men and hope to survive the confrontation. The father returned to his children, who immediately asked him what they should do.

“Son, put down your weapon, follow me, and do exactly as I do. As for you, my daughter, stay hidden here and make sure she doesn’t go anywhere. Those soldiers must not see either of you.”

Father and son thus left their daughter and the slave behind and went to meet the horsemen. And once they opened the door of their hut, they rushed out and immediately bowed before them.

“Look at these dogs, begging for their lives. A behavior worthy of fleeing Trojans. Are you one of them, old man?” said the one who appeared to be the leader of the group.

“No, my Lord! I am but a humble fisherman, living out the little time I have left in the company of my son. On the contrary, I have long suffered under the vile rule of that wretched city from which your mighty army has now freed us.”

The Greek horsemen couldn’t help but burst into laughter at the old man’s words, who wielded his tongue like a cunning serpent.

“Listen to that. So much gratitude and flattery. Since you seem to know of our exploits, I assume you won’t mind if we take a few fish as an offering. It’ll be a welcome change from our usual military rations.”

“It would be a great honor, my Lord. My son and I just happen to have made a fine catch this very morning.”

The leader immediately gave the order, and two of his men began loading the fish into makeshift sacks.

“Take everything! Leave them nothing to eat! You don’t mind, do you?” he asked with a deceitful tone.

“I cannot refuse anything to our liberators.”

“Hahaha! That’s exactly the right answer.”

Without hesitation, the two soldiers seized every bit of food in sight. Whether fresh or dried, nothing escaped their greed. It was the best possible outcome for the fisherman, who had so far managed to keep the situation from turning into a disaster.

However, his son—who had remained silent throughout the exchange between his father and the horseman—was struggling to contain his anger. In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to grab a weapon and throw himself at the Greek who dared to steal the fruit of their hard labor without offering a single bit of compensation.

“Tell me, old man, what are you hiding inside that filthy shack of yours?”

“Aside from the memories of a once-flourishing youth and a few worthless trinkets, there is nothing inside that would be worthy of your attention, my Lord.”

“You wield words with rare elegance.”

“Thank you, my Lord.”

The fisherman believed he had the situation under control, thinking the Greek horsemen would simply take their food and leave. After all, it was just fish—a resource he and his son could easily replenish after a day at sea. But he hadn’t anticipated the leader’s next move: with a sudden gesture, the chief signaled to one of his subordinates, who dismounted and stepped into the old man’s hut.

Inside the fish-scented dwelling, the Greek rider initially saw nothing out of the ordinary. The hut was filled with a few crude pieces of furniture and pottery—nothing that seemed remotely useful to his commander. Still, he kept searching, slashing through straw bedding and smashing objects for his own amusement.

After several minutes, there remained only one room left to search—a room whose door was locked. Forcing his way in, he was taken aback by what he found inside.

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As the leader waited for the return of the subordinate he had sent into the hut, the fisherman was finding it increasingly difficult to hide his nervousness. The Greek rider had been inside for several minutes now, and he feared he might end up discovering his daughter and their slave. Unfortunately, his fears became reality when sudden shouting erupted from inside the house.

“Chief! Chief, look what I found! They were hidden under the floorboards in a room at the back of the hut!” the soldier called out as he pushed the fisherman’s daughter through the hut’s front door.

And while the old man and his son watched in horror at the scene unfolding before them, the Greek leader’s gaze was fixed on one person only: a stunning naked woman with thick golden hair and flawless curves.

“Old man, your words were lies. Did you not say you lived here alone with your son?”

“My Lord, I can explai—!”

The Greek abruptly interrupted the fisherman, telling him that no explanation was necessary. Of course, he said this before giving his subordinate the order to approach. The soldier then dragged Êta with him and threw her at the foot of the leader’s horse. Seeing her up close, the commander realized just how otherworldly her beauty was. He felt as though he were standing before a goddess who had chosen to grace the mortal world with her divine presence.

“Woman, what is your name?” he asked.

“I… I don’t know. I don’t remember.”

“A woman like you, who has no idea what her name is—that’s not something one sees every day. If you don’t know your name, do you at least know where you come from?”

It was clear to the leader that this stunning woman shared no blood ties with the fisherman or his children, and he doubted even more that she was his wife. The only remaining possibility was that she came from elsewhere—a place that, in his mind, must surely be home to other creatures as magnificent as she was. Unfortunately for him, Êta’s answer was the same as before: she had no idea where she came from. Her earliest memory was waking up on the beach.

“You must have had a great deal of fun with this beautiful creature, old man. Is that why you told them to hide? You wanted to keep enjoying her charms, living here alone with your son.”

“My Lord, have mercy. I had no intention of deceiving you.”

“Your son—or the other woman?”

“My… my Lord…”

“Choose who among them should pay for your deceit.”

“My Lord…”

“Choose!”

Faced with a choice he found impossible to make, the fisherman remained silent. But his son did not. Outraged by the injustice, he suddenly sprang to his feet and attempted to attack the leader of the Greek horsemen.

“No!”

Though his gesture may have been somewhat noble, the young man never got the chance to lay a hand on his target. Before he could reach him, he was intercepted by one of the subordinates, who slammed him violently to the ground.

“I see your son has made the choice for you,” the leader said coldly, as one of the horsemen raised his sword.

“No, my Lord! Have mercy, he didn’t know what he was doing!” the fisherman cried, trying to rise to his feet as well.

But just like his son moments before, he was forced to the ground, and a sword was suddenly driven into his leg, causing him to scream in pain.

“Cut off the boy’s hand.”

The order had just been given. And as the fisherman continued to implore the Greek leader’s mercy between cries of pain, one of the son’s hands was severed from the rest of his body amid cries of distress and supplication, and the laughter of the horsemen watching the scene. Êta, for her part, could not help but look away from such a display of violence. And the woman who had been abused, mistreated, and raped by the same people who were now weeping, felt nothing but compassion for them, for these people who had also taken her into their home and given her sensations she would never forget. The punishment of the fisherman and his family could have stopped there. However, the horseman leader was not finished with them. They had to pay for daring to deceive him. Therefore, he gave his men another order: to destroy the hut. Without hesitation, the six warriors descended on the poor dwelling like a flock of merciless vultures. The old man then saw his home, this place filled with family memories, engulfed in flames.

“Chief, what do we do with the women?”

“You can have fun with that one over there, but this one stays with me.”

The fisherman’s daughter was thus forcibly dragged to the back of the burning building where she endured tortures practically identical to those suffered by Êta. And despite her cries of pain and distress, each Greek soldier penetrated her and used each of her hot, wet holes to relieve their most primal desires. In their eyes, the young woman was just a thing, a simple object whose sole purpose was to help them empty their balls. And for her part, she was suffering enormously. The tears she was shedding at that moment were not enough to express all the pain and humiliation she was feeling. Every thrust of cock into her vagina, her ass, or her mouth was destroying her mentally, a situation she could never have imagined experiencing.

The fisherman’s son, on the other hand, was in agony. His hand had just been severed from the rest of his body, and he was bleeding profusely. He wanted revenge, to make those Greek soldiers pay for what they had done to him, what they had done to his family. And no doubt because he hadn’t been able to hide his emotions at that moment – because he had dared to look at them with hatred, hatred directed at them – two horsemen who had just finished raping his sister seized him and dragged him behind the hut. There, each Greek soldier who had just finished pleasuring himself with the girl rushed to forcefully fuck him in the ass or use his mouth to clean their penises dripping with carnal pleasure.

And meanwhile, Êta remained at the side of the leader of the horsemen and the fisherman. She didn’t dare speak or make the slightest movement, the Greek’s gaze entirely fixed on her. The young woman then thought he was going to do something, that he was also going to want to take her and take advantage of all her curves and charms. However, he simply extended his hand and invited her to mount his horse.

Êta silently complied and mounted the horse before sitting in front of him. And a short time later, the six soldiers returned to their leader, their faces marked by smiles testifying to the unhealthy pleasure they had all just satisfied. Behind them, the fisherman’s daughter was lying on her back, her legs spread, her orifices dripping with the liquid of life; and right next to her, her unconscious brother with bloody buttocks filled with the same whitish fluid.

“Old man, you and your family now know the cost of trying to deceive us. I’ll spare your life today so that you can go tell the others who owns these lands, so that you can show them what happens to those who dare to try to lie to Attica.”

His message delivered, the Greek horsemen galloped away. They left behind a pile of ashes, pain, and profound trauma.