Taken by a Raider

In a single night and day centuries ago the country of Atlantis disappeared beneath the waves, its foundations crumbling into nothingness. And then came an endless horde. No ship was safe, Atlantis' far-flung colonies becoming cut off from each other. Some turned to raiding just to survive while others tried to continue as they had been. All became martial, spending more time devoted to fighting the horde, and xenophobic, every sail in the distance a potential foe.

It is in this long-divided world you live, a daughter of nobility. From the balcony of your parents' tower you can see just a hint of the sea, the farms of the estate between you and it. A wide barge is moored at the river dock but there is also a ship you don't know, long and thin with high sides. You squint after a second, seeing a mass of people running from the dock and the sound of screaming reaches your ears.

The splintering of wood makes you whirl, the door of your bedchamber coming apart as an axe bites through it. A brawny man, his only garment a crude loincloth, has to duck to get inside, a leer appearing on his face when he spots you. You glance around as the raider approaches, searching hurriedly for an escape, and finally dart forward in desperation. The raider catches you as you try to dodge around him, throwing you onto your bed.

The breath leaves you as you land, the raider's leer growing as you bounce, and he buries his axe into the ruins of the door, undoing the knot that's holding up his loincloth. You stare at his engorged member with wide eyes, press yourself against the headboard as he climbs onto the bed, and let out a scream when he rips your dress apart. With an animalistic growl the raider lashes out, you feel his leathery hand connect with your cheek, and then you're staring sightlessly at the wall, neck broken by the force of his backhanded slap.

The raider simply shrugs and finishes tearing your dress until it is open like a coat, shuffling up the bed and then jerking forward with a pleased groan.