Cruelty

story of a masocist pt 1

this is my first story that’s why it short. it will include all of the theme i listed if ppl like it and want me to keep going with it. sry it’s so short.

Reluctant Assassin Pt. 5

“Lady Bess.”
“That is going to cause a war.”
“My father wants her dead, because he thinks she has taken his second son captive.”
“You have a brother?!” I exclaimed.
“Half brother. I believe you know him. Jay Rauch.”
“I thought Jay was dead! I heard you killed him. He is your blood?”
“He doesn’t know.” Ayanami said calmly.
“But you had him interrogated! Tortured. How could you do that to your own family?”
“He betrayed me. I know how he was helping you. I just taught him a lesson.”
“Lesson?! I was the one who asked him to help me, you should have taken me, not him! Wait. That was why you took over my fort, wasn’t it? To control your half brother!”
“Father hates me. And he loves Jay. Even though Jay thinks he’s an orphan for his safety, father still loves him. I take over him, I gain recognition from father.” We began walking down the stairwell to the main landing.
“So I’m supposed to assassinate Lady Bess so your father can have his ‘captive’ son back even though the kid doesn’t know he has a father? What do you think is going to happen when he finds out you’re his own sibling? The man he hates most.”
“You kill Bess, we go free. Simple. I don’t think you understand the gravity of the situation we are in. My father is currently one of the most powerful sempers alive.”
“No, sir.”
“Excuse me?”
“I’m not doing that.” Ayanami stopped dead.
“I think you’ll find…” He pushed me up against the wall. “…that you will.” He muttered darkly.
“Ayanami, if you relieve me of duty I will work with you to kill your father. We’ll both be free.”
Ayanami punched me savagely with his teeth gritted, but it wasn’t whole-hearted, “Don’t try to make compromises with me. I don’t make deals with slaves.”
That stung.
“I’m not even on the official slave list.” I said, offended.
“Oh, really? I just happen to have the paperwork here actually.”
“What!” I practically screeched. “Let me see that!” I snatched the parchment Ayanami had produced and read it carefully.
It read;
MASTER *Unknown* AYANAMI KAGE
OFFICIAL ROYAL DEED TO BATTLE SLAVE 1170KAGE4
Late General Vincent Frau Hacku
VALID FOR LIFE
VALIDATED BY THE KING & THE LORD CHANCELLOR OF DETRIBERGH 13th AUGUST 10234
“When did you get hold of this?” I demanded.
“About….. three months ago?”
“When we were at Durzo’s. You had the cheek to request that my closest friend make me an officially validated slave to you?”
“Yes, though request is putting it lightly.” He said with a smile. “You’re doing exactly as I say.”
“Shit.” I cursed. Royal decree made it absolutely compulsory that I obey my master as a slave, even a late general like myself. Failure to comply means execution by the hands of the chancellor, or in certain events, royalty- which was likely to be my case. Either way I knew them all well. Of course before even that your master could choose to do the dirty work himself. I now had a duty to obey, regardless of the nature of the task. Furthermore, your master could send you in to assassinate someone and let the unfortunate slave be prosecuted for murder if caught. I was too precious an asset to Ayanami- I didn’t think he would do that, but he wasn’t afraid to use and abuse me as he saw fit, I could take care of myself. “You are under strict orders to find and kill Bess. I think you know where she’ll be. I’ll come with you, just to make sure you carry out orders.”
“When are we leaving, sir?” I said, pushing down my hatred.
“Give it a couple of days.”
“Yes, sir. And in the mean time?”
“I need to talk to Kaien and Taker. I don’t know what my father expects of them. Come on.” I followed Ayanami silently downstairs and out into the courtyard at the front of the house. Our horses were out and we mounted up to ride around to the military barracks. When we arrived some of the soldiers were out drilling under the command of our majors. They both smartly saluted Ayanami, and became immersed in some uninteresting conversation about the soldiers and their ‘satisfactory’ skills. Ayanami informed them about my assignment and told them about how I had been enlightened to my current status which was cause for much grinning from Kaien.
“Major Zelt.” Ayanami said seriously, “I require that you stay with Taker here whilst I accompany Hacku on an important… mission. As you know, you greatly shamed me that night in the prison and I do not find it easy to trust you. I think you’ll be more likely to remember to follow orders from now on.”
Kaien’s face completely dropped. I found myself grinning. “Uh…. sir?” He said, his face a picture of confusion.
“You heard me soldier. Stay here and help with father until we return.”
We headed back into the house and Ayanami left me to get on with my own business. My jacket was in my room and dry, so I threw it on gratefully and then settled back on my bed in silence. The room was empty except for the girl who had been staring at my back earlier. She continued to stare at me. She was about twenty. “Is there a problem?” I said, looking levelly up at her.
She startled. “No, I
 I.. you just have so many
”
“Scars?”
“Yes
” She replied, blushing.
“Uh-huh. I know. You’re not the first to notice.”
“But you’re so young
 Surely even Ayanami couldn’t inflict that many scars in such a small space of time?”
“I’m a semper, honey. Seven centuries in service to the crown.” I pointed at myself and grinned uncouthly, showing my unnatural youth.
“Oh..” She blushed harder, looking suddenly very afraid. “You’re Vincent Frau Hacku.”
“You got it,” I sighed.
“I’ve always wanted to meet you.”
“Oh? Why?”
“You just always seemed like a nice person. I lived in The City for a while. Followed your actions. Supported you with my mother.”
“I see
 Well that was a few years ago now. I’ve changed.”
“I know. I didn’t recognise you.”
I coughed uneasily, sinking back on the bed.
“What’s it like to be a semper?” She persisted with her red lips.
“Hell,” I said bitterly. The truth. Simple to say, but so hard to understand if you haven’t been there.
“Surely not, I mean–”
“You have no idea.” I snapped. She shut up, fearful. I sighed and rubbed my face tiredly, “I’m sorry. I am. I’m just going through a hard time right now. Tell me, what’s your name?”
“Bess,” she replied, coming back to herself.
My breath caught a moment. “Oh,” was all I managed to say.
“Is that bad?” Her innocent amber eyes were wide and searching my face.
“No, no. Just
 dwelling on
 things.” I looked up and forced a smile. She returned it.
“What do you do for Ayanami? It must be a hard life to adjust to. General, to slave.”
Prince to slave, I thought miserably. “Ayanami has ways of making you settle in more quickly. I’m his personal assassin. Bodyguarding, not that he needs it, murder, intimidation, capture, other errands. He wants it, I do it.”
“How many have you killed?”
“In my entire life?”
“Yeah, if you don’t mind my asking.”
“Several hundreds of thousands, probably.” Strange thought.
“Does it not give you nightmares..?”
“My entire life is a nightmare. I don’t sleep.”
“I’m sorry
”
“I’ve come to terms with it now.”
After spending the next two days on my bed, forcing myself to talk nicely with the servants, Ayanami appeared at the door. All the servants- Bess, Tristan, Tod and Libby were in and playing cards at the table while I watched tiredly. It was The Day of Rest. Over those two days I had got to know Bess, and became sincerely attached to her. She was beautiful. Her amber eyes always searched mine carefully and seemed to know the truth. Her brown hair was long and silky. Her lips red and tempting.
“Hacku. Get up. We’re leaving.” The whole room fell silent.
I sighed and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. I grabbed my weapons and stood, making my way to the door. I stopped at Bess’ side. She was sat on the floor, looking down, very aware that I was looking at her.
“Bess,” I said softly, and stooped to kiss her, just once, on the lips. I left without looking back.
I followed Ayanami back to Lord Kage’s living quarters, and followed him in after he knocked at the door and received a response from Kage’s serving woman. I went and stood by the door again. “Ah, Fritz. Vincent.” The hairs on the back of my neck prickled at his naming of names. I bowed stiffly but didn’t come forwards. “You appear to have added to your collection of scars,” Kage said simply, looking at me harshly.
“Why would you care?” I snarled.
“You’re officially his slave now, aren’t you? Act like it.”
I looked down as a slave should, “Yes, sir.”
“Are you going to do the job?”
“Yes, sir.” I growled.
“We’re setting out now.” Ayanami added.
“Good. I want to see your skills, Vincent. Get out into the yard. Right now.” Kage rose and shooed me out of the house with Ayanami on his tail. “Elene, I want my sword!” He shouted as he went. Once we were out he stopped and waited for Elene, who appeared quickly with his sword and put the sheathe and belt around his waist. “Now, use what you want against me. I see you have no shortage of weapons. Go.” He whipped out his sabre and went for me, but I was quick enough to draw my dagger and sword and do a simple block. I had to stop myself from laughing at him. Kage smiled. “Got ya.” He said quietly, and then he swung his leg around and kicked me in the back of the head. How? I sprawled forwards on the ground and forced myself to my feet again. Kage was waiting for me. I’d have to be more careful. He attacked me with a series of blinding attacks. I kept up. Just. And then went at him myself with all my strength. Duck a swipe attack. Draw throwing knife. Throw. Right on target. The knife tore through the air and plunged into his shoulder. He didn’t even seem to react. Instead, he yanked it from his flesh and threw it straight back at me. I leapt sideways, just missing it. “So how’s Keira?” Kage shouted over the clanging of our swords as we came together again. He was smiling.
“You’re a tosser.” I said plainly, trying, so hard, to keep my face straight.
“You’re a slave and you should fucking act like it!” He roared, bringing his blade down hard. His anger made him blind. I dodged his attack and he somehow managed to hack his sword down so hard it partially embedded in the ground. I took the opportunity so smash him across the side of the head with the flat of my blade with all my strength. He went careering sideways and landed with a thud. Before he could even shout, I was on him. I dropped my sword and flicked out a wrist blade. I crouched over him like a wild beast on its prey and held it in animated suspension above his throat. He looked up at me in shock, not moving. I grinned down at him. “Happy?” I said savagely.
“You better assassinate Bess or you’ll regret that. Get out of my sight right now.” He growled after he had regained his composure. I left gladly, but I wasn’t looking forward to my task. Ayanami followed silently on my tail.
The impending doom of killing Bess slowly rose up inside me as our journey rolled on. I spent my silence frantically trying to think of a way to save Bess’ life. To no avail. Ayanami wanted to watch me kill her, so he knew I’d done the job. Back in the days of being a general I would have been disgusted at such a prospect. Even the thought of killing out of battle let alone a woman would have made me sick. Now I was different. Ayanami had changed me. We travelled much more swiftly without the Majors and simply changed horses at towns. But, the night before we were to hunt down Bess, Ayanami called a stop at an old abandoned barn in the empty plains. He tied the horses to graze on the sparse grass and settled just inside the rotten door of the old building. He sighed and then said, “Tell me about what you did all that time ago. Was my father telling the truth?” His voice seemed to come from the shadows, and seemed just as cold as them, but there was a hint of something else there too.
“Yes. He knew much too much.” I replied, sitting opposite him, caring nothing for ranks.
“I want to know what happened.”
I sighed. Would letting it all out heal my shattered heart? To this man? Somehow it seemed that way. I let most of it go. Most. “I suppose you’ve heard about Hacku’s Keira. Well. I know you have. That was years ago. Before you were even born. What I assume you don’t know is that I am of royal blood. It’s almost my only secret. Not very well kept, now. When I was 18, I was forcibly made a semper by some devil’s magic. The thought that I would be immortal drove me insane. I turned to drink. Lots of it. An immortal prince? Sure, great. A drunk, angry and hateful immortal prince? Not so much. But then I met Keira. I was charmed. I stopped drinking, and eventually we got closer. My father… my dead father, the King of the Four Seas, didn’t agree with my courtship. One night I had an argument. Hell, it was bad. I drank again, got so drunk I couldn’t think straight at all, which is hard for people like us. I tried to make Keira a semper like I had been, so we could run away together. You heard that I didn’t even bury her? Is that what they told you?”
“It is.” He said. No sarcasm. Just confirmation.
“There was nothing left to bury after what I did to her. I couldn’t make her a semper, not as drunk as I was. I was found in her chamber the next morning, knelt on a carpet of blood, and still weeping. They tried to take me. I killed them all with my magic and massacred my father’s home kingdom city, my place of birth- the City of the Coral. Everyone was dead. Bodies everywhere. The blood…. it was all over me. I can’t clean it from me. Never. Then I turned myself in, it was too much. I killed thousands, Ayanami. Men, women, children. Can you say you’ve done that and still have the will to live? Because I certainly don’t. The authorities came in from surrounding cities and kingdoms, locked me in a cell for weeks in darkness and no contact with the outside world. Then, one day all the lawmen of the Four Seas- the ‘Dirtyworkers’ they were called where I’m from, came and beat me and beat me and beat me, for days to try and make me explain my motives for killing an entire city aside from because of my lover’s death. I was young then- I made a mistake in that I screamed. It just fuelled them on. Those beatings….” I trailed off, fixated in the memory of the agony. “Those beatings set me up for the future, but they made me defensive in little situations, and totally against the laws. My legendary temper was simply made worse. The twelfth day that they came to hurt me, they brought a knife, they were going to give me a Glasgow Smile, Ayanami. So I killed them. All 16 of them. I escaped and came to these lands. I was the lone wanderer for months, and became self-sufficient in a way. I travelled, and as I travelled, I heard about the exiled prince. Durzo- Chancellor Durzo had been my friend when I was a young prince, and I heard from the travellers that he had left my country. It was after about another 3 years of being alone, with a new identity that I ran into him. He was a commander in one of the Guards, and he just happened to be taking part in initiation inspection when I went to join. He helped me from then on- made me a general after about 150 years and he had moved up to Chancellor. Some news of my past leaked- but it’s cloudy for the majority of the normal people.” I stopped and stared deeply into Ayanami’s eyes. I could see pain there, but not to match mine. “Then you came along.” I growled. Ayanami broke eye-contact. “Just as I was beginning to get my life on track. I’d even stopped drinking.” We sat in silence in the darkness for a while, then Ayanami got up.
“Let’s go. I want to get this over with.”
—-
I sat upright in the wooden chair at Lady Bess’ desk, acutely aware of my throbbing back after spending too long in a cold hard cell. Bess was explaining to Commander Trent how she wanted the forces distributed throughout the fortress, and also on high alert for intruders. We all knew she meant Ayanami and Hacku, but no one mentioned it. Something had snapped inside her. She was almost pro-active, having to do something every minute. She didn’t believe in putting her men at risk for her own means, but she was obviously terrified of Ayanami who posed a massive threat at the moment. “Jay,” Lady Bess said, looking at me with dull, sunken eyes.
“Yes, milady?” I said as politely as I could.
“Do you know anything about where Master Ayanami and Sir Hacku may be at the present time? We need to find, and apprehend them as soon as possible, you understand.”
“Yes, Lady,” I paused, thinking. “I cannot think where Ayanami and Hacku would go, I have heard of Master Ayanami’s hatred for his for his semper father and vice versa, and I also cannot imagine what he would want with Hacku and his two men. Hacku would be unable to escape from Ayanami anyway. He was in a pretty bad state. But there’s always the possibility that Hacku has turned to work with Ayanami rather than just serve him. You got the slave conformation papers from the Chancellor, didn’t you?”
“I did. Sir Hacku would never work with Ayanami. There would have to be a good reason. I simply cannot comprehend why Durzo sold his best friend and ally to his worst enemy!” Bess spat.
Trent coughed uneasily. Since his father had come here to visit him after hearing he was no longer under any false imprisonment his mood was considerably better. His alcohol problem, not so much. “Lady Bess. I think we should try to avoid personal topics here. We need to get Vincent’s forces back into a routine, or we could have problems in the long run.”
“Mmm.” She mumbled, resting her chin on the heel of her hand. “Gentlemen, it is late and we have spoken for a long time. I am sure you are all weary. Please, feel free to leave. But, Jay, stay here if you would.”
I nodded my acknowledgement and tried to massage my aching back better. The other officers left swiftly, leaving me and Bess alone in the chill hollow of what was once General Hacku’s office. Bess sighed. “Do you know what I mean when I say that that I want relief? From this?”
I looked at her quizzically, trying to grasp where this was going.
“I want to be free. I’ve wanted to be free since Vincent disappeared. Since he was captured by Ayanami and then somehow managed to end up in my own dungeons as a changed man. Have you heard about the past of General Hacku?” She asked me softly.
“No, my lady.”
“Ah. It is a sad one indeed. I can certainly see why Vincent would want his life to be over. His has been painful, and I’m sure it isn’t going to get any better. What I’m trying to say is, I want relief, and I think it is here for me.”
“It will be painless, I assure you.” A familiar voice said flatly from the shadows. I saw a movement in the shadow of the curtains behind Lady Bess. Eyes glittered in the darkness, and then he emerged, tall and- strangely- terrifying. There was a cold calculating professional in Hacku’s eyes. An assassin. A slave. Completely devoid of emotion and feeling. I stood, my chair skittering backwards a little, clattering. But then the noise stopped short and a hand fell on my shoulder. “Shhh.” Another voice whispered into my ear. I could feel warm breath on my neck. The hand pushed me back into my seat, and I complied, frozen with terror. “Just wait.” Ayanami hissed gently and almost silently into my ear. It sent a shiver up my spine
“Good,” Bess said, not even turning around, but staring straight ahead. She almost seemed to relax. “I’ve missed you, Vincent.” She stood and turned around to face Hacku. He looked down on her emotionlessly, but I could see behind his charade. “If you would allow me…. just one kiss… I would die gladly.” Bess stepped in close and Hacku allowed Bess to turn her head up to him and take what she had wanted all her life. With passion, she cupped his face in her hand, and even Hacku’s eyes fluttered closed in released emotion. She stepped back again and said, “Ah, yes. I know you never loved me, but thankyou, Vincent. I am ready.” Now she turned back away from him and stood tall and still, staring off into oblivion. I shouted out for it to stop but Ayanami’s hand clamped over my mouth, cutting me off short. He forced me to my feet and pulled me backwards, to the corner of the meeting room. I watched in mounting horror as Hacku took up position behind Bess and drew his sword slowly, the metal hissing in the silence. With a practised motion he levelled his sword horizontally, pointing at the back of Bess’ head. Quickly, he muttered something in a different language I didn’t understand and I felt Ayanami tense behind me. Then, quickly, precisely, he drove the sword and pulled back just as quickly. Bess seemed to stand unharmed for a moment, frozen in time. But then her legs folded and she collapsed to the floor. Hacku still stood in silence, his sword still levelled, bearing Bess’ blood. He seemed to be looking at the sword. Suddenly, he turned his icy gaze on Ayanami. Once again in another language, he growled something at Ayanami. He let me go and shoved me forwards to stand before General Hacku. I tried to stand up still, and I quivered as my eyes kept flickering back to Bess’ body. I sob threatened to escape and I smothered my mouth with my hand to mask it. All coldness had left Hacku’s eyes and he looked at me compassionately. Bess had been like a mother to me over the last few weeks. I didn’t know what to do. No doubt Hacku had to kill me now. He looked past me and to Ayanami. “What now? What do you want me to do?” He articulated slowly, then looked back at me. His eyes were emotionless again. That’s it. He’s going to kill me, I thought. “Jay. I need to tell you something.” He looked back up to Ayanami again. “Ayanami is your… bastard brother. I didn’t want to have to tell you like this, but I’m bound to Ayanami by law. I cannot resist him, do you understand? Please,” he gestured to Bess and he clenched his eyes shut. “I didn’t want to. Oh, God.” He buried his face in his hands and walked out of the open door to the silent hallway. He didn’t go far- we could still hear him sobbing outside. It took a while for Hacku’s words to finally hit me. Ayanami was my brother.
“You,” I said, turning on Ayanami. “You… bastard. You had me tortured. You’ve had Hacku tortured. And to what ends?! Can’t you see that Vincent is being driven crazy by what you’re forcing him to do? He’s completely losing it! You’re mad, and I refuse to accept you as my brother, you vile man.”
Ayanami looked away a moment and murmured something under his breath before raising his voice, “It is perfectly fine that you would refuse me, but if you would see father–”
“Lord Kage!” I spat, “Lord Kage is my father. Unbelievable. I do not want to meet your father. Never.”
“Please?” Ayanami said, almost inaudibly, his eyes pleading.
“If Kage is enough to send a man as sick as you cowering I certainly do not want to see him.”
—-
I could hear Jay confronting Ayanami. I didn’t care. I had just murdered Bess.
—-
After I had insisted that I would absolutely not see my father, Ayanami began to lose his temper. He took a step forwards, trembling. Before Ayanami could do anything, though, Hacku came striding back inside. Right behind him came Commander Trent with his sword pointedly jabbing him in the upper back. “Stop.” The commander said. “What are you doing….” He saw Ayanami emerge from his shadowy retreat in the corner. “You!!” He saw Bess. “Holy shit. Who did this?! It was you, wasn’t it? You fucking tosser!” He accused, looking at Ayanami, who grinned at Hacku in response.
“Kipp. Kipp!” Hacku tried to get Trent’s attention, turning slowly with his hands in the air. Commander Trent went silent and looked to him. “It was…” Hacku gathered himself up. “It was me. I know, I deserve a life sentence in imprisonment for unlawfully murdering a military leader. But Kipp? For God’s sake, kill me. Give me mercy.” He pleaded. I was gobsmacked- this was the real man behind all the fancy sword wielding and the strong general I had known since I had come here. This is what immortality had done to him.
“You killed Lady Bess…?” Trent was quiet with shock. “After everything? She trusted you, loved you, and you’ve tried- and succeeded- to take her life twice! You shitty human being. Remember when I said that the conditions you were under bound you to slavery more than me, and it was not your fault? I was wrong. You’re a pitiful murderer. You deserve to rot in hell! You are no friend of mine.”
“Then kill me.” Hacku broke in icily. “Kill this pathetic creature that stands before you. I want to die. Just spare me the torture. The imprisonment. The agony. Surely even I have had too much of that for eight lifetimes? I’m too old to deal with it anymore.”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that.” The commander said morosely.
—-
He put his fingers to his lips and whistled two ear-splitting notes. Suddenly, about twenty guards came rushing in. They took me by surprise, and I drew my sword as a natural response. Before I knew it, Trent had his sword pointing at my throat and I was surrounded by guards. Ayanami was in the same situation. “Put it away.” He said. The guards had been trained to ignore distressing things, I should know- I trained them, but some still gagged at the sight of Bess’s body sprawled on the floor. “You’re forgetting your training, boys.” I said, being my old self. Some shifted uncomfortably.
“What the bloody hell is going on here?” I heard bellowed from outside the door. A huge man strode in and then stopped dead at the sight of Trent. “Commander, sir!”
Any response Trent was about to make was cut off as I groaned openly, “Oh bloody hell. Not you again. I thought I’d got away from bastards like you.”
“Oh it’s the royal shitbag.” Hitch said, grinning.
My stomach dropped, how did he know about that? “Ok. I don’t know where you got that from, but I shouldn’t bring that up.”
“Why?” He smiled, knowing he had power here.
“Because that was a long time ago, a time that should be forgotten.”
“I’ll think about it.”
Sometimes I can’t help speaking my native language, even if it is a dead language to most people now. The amount of times I had cursed in Tyreannean and increased greatly since all my problems had started, but I’d already done it about three times today. I muttered a stream of curses to myself, much to Ayanami’s amusement who seems to understand it extremely well indeed. Trent jostled me with his sword. There was confusion in his eyes but he didn’t ask about our conversation, “You know the Sergeant?”
“Oh yes, we became very well acquainted in the Reignold Dungeons.” I said, too jovially for the topic. “Or more like, I became very well acquainted with his fists.”
“Want to be reunited, Vincent?” He butted in.
“Not particularly. I think your Commander has other things on his mind, you know. Maybe that corpse down there?” Hitch turned around slowly and looked down at Bess’ motionless body.
“Is that….? Shit. Oh shit. And this was you. You killed Lady Bess. Fuck! Oh, no oh no oh no.” He was cringing and grasping his hair with white knuckles. He turned to me, “You murdered her.”
The initial shock had kind of worn off that I’d killed her, but I still couldn’t bear to look at her.
“That’s it.” Hitch was trembling violently, and the look in his eye was that of death. “Commander Trent, permission to personally…. take revenge. For all our sakes.”
“Permission granted.” Trent replied almost immediately.

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Training Sprite 2

Continuation of the first Training Sprite. While reading this please keep in mind two things. 1: iv never written an actual erotic story before this series. 2. because of #1 I’m open to advice and cretiques so please don’t be afraid to comment. Trolling can gtfo though.

She offers the tough love

Paridhi is a young working woman who caughts her inferior male employee into the act and finds him the most obvious choice to marry and own.

The Summer of Brooke

Ok this is a rape story, if that disturbs you don’t read it, at the end it has a very violent portion and you may want to skip it!

Reluctant Assassin Pt. 4

“You’re going to regret hitting the General.” Kaien muttered darkly, his eyes flashing.
“Oh, I don’t know. It was quite funny.” I said lightly. Kaien punched me in the jaw and I yelped despite myself. “That, on the other hand, wasn’t.” I mumbled through the pain. He punched me again. I coughed up blood and spat it onto the floor. I wasn’t quite so alarmed by it now. It was pretty much permanent.
Footsteps coming down the corridor alerted me to Ayanami’s approach. He had cleaned up his bleeding nose and he wasn’t bruised in any way. “Your magic’s back.” Ayanami said as he strode down the corridor.
“No.” I said flatly in reply.
“Yes, it is though.” He said as he punched me in the stomach. Hard.
I doubled over as far as I could in the chair and coughed blood again. “No. That was just partial.” I gasped.
“I find that hard to believe. This is why you’re working against me, isn’t it?”
“I’m-”
“Isn’t it?!” he roared in my face as he struck me.
“If I was working against you, I would’ve killed you already.” I shouted.
Ayanami went quiet for a minute and stared at me. Then he started to laugh. “You seriously think you can kill me? If what you say is true, your magic isn’t even fully back yet! My god.” His face switched from amusement to disgust and he punched me yet again. I groaned under my breath and tried to hide the agony I was in. “Taker, do the honours.” Ayanami commanded to Taker who came and stood infront of me, rolling up his sleeves and cracking his knuckles. Hell. “Vincent. Where do your loyalties lie?” Ayanami asked sincerely from Kaien’s side.
“With you. Always you.” I murmured, waiting for the inevitable punch. It came with such force that it drove me backwards further into the chair, and before I could sit up, another one landed on my stomach again. And a third time.
“You expect me to believe that?” Ayanami sneered.
“What do you want me to say?!” I asked through gritted teeth. He didn’t reply. “The Chancellor’s just an old friend—” I was cut off with another punch from Taker. “—I don’t work for him.” I finished quickly before he punched me again.
“You’ll never be able to kill me anyway. Don’t push your luck. Next question! Where has your magic been these last few decades?”
Oh no. “I don’t know.” I said flatly.
“I’m sure there’s a reason we should know about. Taker.” Taker punched me twice. He looked grim.
“No.” I grunted. “It was 50 years ago.”
“Oh, really? So you can’t remember that first day you took control of the army 300 years ago then? You can’t remember that day you killed Keira even though she loved you?”
“Shut up. Please, don’t. How do you know about that?” I begged.
“I heard that you never even had her buried.”
“Stop!” I roared suddenly, taking Ayanami by surprise. “What do you want from me?”
He smiled again. “What do I want… good question. I want…. I want power.”
“Well if you want power I suggest you let me go.” I snapped authoritatively. At my remark, Kaien stepped forwards, his dark eyes flashing dangerously. He drew his fine, thin blade and held it to my throat so that I had to sit right back in the chair. “…Not cut my throat.” I finished bitterly.
“You be silent, assassin.” Kaien ordered coolly.
“Major Zelt, untie him.” Ayanami commanded. Kaien looked up at Ayanami’s choice of naming but didn’t make eye contact.
“Yes, sir.” He murmured as he untied my arms from the chair. I stood immediately and walked away from Kaien and towards the entrance of the corridor. Ayanami’s blade came up to meet my chest. I stopped and growled at him. Pain washed through my body and I fell to my knees, the sword now at my throat.
“Going somewhere?” Ayanami asked. “We’re going to do our best to get your magic working. But you’re not going anywhere. Taker, Kaien, take him back to his cell.” I stood shakily and pushed Ayanami’s blade away so I could stride proudly ahead of the two men.
Once inside my cell I let Kaien shackle me roughly to the wall. They left me alone for a while but a short while later they emerged again with Jay between them. They threw him against the wall and locked the door, then left yet again. They didn’t even bother shackling him. Good. I didn’t bother saying anything and stayed in silence for a time longer until Jay seemed to notice someone else in the dungeon. “General?” He asked hoarsely in disbelief. “They still keep you down here?”
I didn’t bother replying.
It didn’t take long for Ayanami to come with the intent of getting my ‘magic back’. I knew it would be futile- magic couldn’t be forced out and Ayanami’s tactics would be no doubt less than orthodox. When Ayanami approached with Kaien and Taker on his tail Jay shrank back visibly- poor kid. They passed his cell without a second glance and came into my cell. I stood and waited for them to begin. Begin what? I didn’t know. Taker unchained me from the wall and Ayanami handed me my weapons again- sword, wrist blades, everything. “So, what first?” I said, laughing gutturally. I could see Jay further down the corridor trembling and staring wide-eyed at my predicament. I felt slightly self conscious infront of the young man who’d only seen my…. more compassionate side. Unfortunately Ayanami’s treatment of me had changed me for the worst. Kaien locked the barred door with a sadistic smile on his face. I drew my sword. “You’re not going to touch me.” I growled at Kaien who promptly drew his sword in response.
“Both of you. Halt.” Ayanami commanded tersely, taking a step between us. Taker moved towards me and drew his sword, threatening me back. I took a step forwards towards Kaien, who stepped forwards to me, his sabre pointed horizontally. The smile never left his face. “Stand down! Kaien, Vincent, that is an order.” Ayanami roared. Suddenly, Kaien made a move at me. I jumped backwards but I went into the wall, Kaien managed to get a slash at my arm with his razor-sharp sword. I cried out with the shock and spun sideways out of the way of another attack.
“Kaien! You will pay for this. Taker, hold Vincent!” Ayanami shouted over the commotion. He stepped between me and Kaien and drew his own sword. Taker had slammed me up against the wall and held his elbow in my throat, his sword jabbing into my ribs. He didn’t say anything throughout the ordeal, just pinned me down with those cold blue eyes of his. I watched over Taker’s shoulder as Ayanami punched Kaien in the stomach with strength supplemented by magic. Kaien grunted from the impact and staggered back into the wall before dropping his sword. Ayanami held him in place while he made a cut down the left side of his face. Crimson blood ran down his cheek and into his mouth, reddening his teeth and lips which he showed off in a great toothy grin at me.
“Now everyone will know that you have shamed me, Major Zelt. Your position is at risk.” Ayanami growled into Kaien’s face.
“My profound apologies, sir, I don’t know what overcame me.” He said in a low tone, looking at the floor. Ayanami took a step back and let Kaien stagger forwards. Credit to the man, he quickly stood straight and bowed to his superior, if a little stiffly and then collected his sword. I shook Taker off me and took a step towards Ayanami.
“So,” Ayanami said as he turned to me. “I suppose you remember punching me? Enjoy it?”
“More than you could imagine.” I replied.
“Thought as much. Come outside a minute, I want to show you something.”
Ayanami unlocked the cell door and walked down the corridor ahead of me. I followed him with the Majors behind me. The light of the prison exercise grounds was too much for my eyes after so long in the twilight. I was led out into the main court of the fort where about 20 of my soldiers were being held at sword-point by Ayanami’s elite soldiers.
I looked to Ayanami who was smiling like an idiot. “What are you doing?!” I roared into the silence of the yard. The rest of my men were nowhere to be seen. Kaien and Taker stepped in to hold me back with their swords- again- before I went after Ayanami.
“This, my friend,” Ayanami said, spreading his arms wide to gesture at the terrified men behind him, “Is why I require your cooperation.” And all my men’s throats were slit.
I swayed where I stood, not even trying to get to them. And then my magic was back. I felt it rush through my veins how it used to back 50 years ago. It felt good.
“Ayanami.” I said with a shaking voice through a deadly rage. “I am going to slaughter you.” And I pushed the Majors away with magic-strength. They both went flying away from me to land in a dusty heap with a thud. Ayanami looked shocked. I drew my sword and went at the guards who had killed my men. They were all dead in seconds. Then I turned to Ayanami. He had drawn his sword and looked more ready than I’d ever seen him. I could see Kaien in the corner off my eye stagger to his feet and brush himself off. Taker wasn’t moving. My magic was still wavering from long disuse, I could feel it fluctuating.
“I knew your powers would be back some day.” Ayanami said with a grin. “And this where a meythrill sword comes in handy.”
“What?” I said, taken aback. Meythrill is an incredibly rare metal known for its magic enhancement properties.
Ayanami launched into a full-on attack at me. He was using all his magic-strength, somehow channelling it into his sword.
“Fuck. Ayanami! Hold!” I shouted through the chaos. Ayanami’s and my magic were going to wipe out an entire city. I didn’t use my magic. My anger still remained but it wasn’t going to solve anything. He was still grinning wildly as he did a series of complex moves at breathtaking speed. I was no match for Ayanami’s magic-aided strength and I let him drive me back towards the fort wall.
“What’s wrong!?” He laughed over the clashing of out swords. He made a slash at my sword arm which I didn’t bother to block. I couldn’t win. I grunted as the sword cut deeply through my forearm and slumped forwards a little. Ayanami pressed his sword up against my throat and smiled sadistically. I looked into his hateful eyes and whispered, “I yield, Ayanami. Sir. I yield.” His face went angry very suddenly and he spat to one side. He backhanded me across the face and I flew a considerable distance sideways.
“You are despicable.” Ayanami said into the waiting silence. “You’re going to regret this. You had your chance.”
“I’ll do whatever you want!” I roared at him, though my vision was a blur. I sat up in the dust with a groan and looked around me. Ayanami was striding towards me angrily, Kaien was stood swaying watching me and Ayanami, and Taker was now on his hands and knees coughing up blood in extreme amounts. I forced my clamouring body to move away from him, dragging myself through the dirt back towards the main gate, though I knew it was futile. I felt pathetic.
“General! Freeze!” A voice boomed from behind me followed by the thunder of several horse’s hooves on the ground. Three guards on horseback rode past on either side of me. The first two both rode into Ayanami, knocking him to the floor with horrific force. The six guards jumped from their horses and pulled a dazed Ayanami to his feet with practised precision. Three guards held him up, roughly shaking him to keep him disorientated. Another guard held his sword drawn in Ayanami’s face shouting warnings while another disarmed him. The sixth guard was talking with Kaien. The conversation seemed heated from where I was. A troop of ten more guards galloped in and aided in the events unfolding around me. Kaien shouted something at the guard he was arguing with and swung his sword wildly, obviously still dazed from the force of my push. I must have used some magical technique that affects the mind unwillingly. The guard parried Kaien’s swipe and kicked him to the floor. Another two guards piled in and pinned him to the floor while he kicked and thrashed. Taker, on the other hand had finally found his feet and staggered towards two guards with his hands in the air. There was blood all on his face and teeth. The two guards grabbed him and threw him down on the floor. When my eyes finally focused onto a guard sat atop his horse nearby I recognised the colours as Farrow- Reignold colours. Bess. I released a groan of relief and collapsed back onto the floor. Ayanami wasn’t going to get me today.
Bess rode in with two more guards and dismounted next to me. “My lord General Vincent Frau Hacku. Are you okay?” She asked formally and emotionlessly. I sat up and inspected the cut on my forearm. It was deep, but pretty much healed.
“Quite.” I sighed and got shakily to my feet. Two guards moved in to steady me. “Please, don’t.” I said, fluttering my eyelids and waving my hands at the in protest. “I need my mask. I can’t let the cadets know who I am.” I staggered off to the prison and retrieved my mask- I’d become pretty much reliant on it- and then went and washed the blood from my body and donned a new outfit in my quarters. Upon leaving my quarters I could hear some sort of heated argument coming from the office. I limped in, determined to find out what the fuss was about. Bess was sat at the desk where Ayanami had sat and I before Ayanami. She was arguing fiercely with some man I recognised… “My lady, with all due respect, we need to move out of here as quickly as possible before we cause a war!” he said.
“Commander Trent,” Bess began.
“Trent.” I said in my shock, causing them both to look at me. “Kipp Trent.”
“General Hacku. My lord.” He said, bowing deeply. Bess mirrored his example.
“It’s good to see you, Commander.” I said, trying to maintain an authoritive cool. “Lady Bess. Where are the prisoners being held? I did not see them when I went…. back inside.” I finished uneasily.
“Sir, they are in the holding wing. Interrogation cells.”
“Thankyou.” I said and turned to leave.
“Vincent.” She said timidly. I turned to her. “It’s good to have you back.” I nodded and left.
The dungeons as I now referred to them as were colder than I remembered, though the bloodstained passage to the holding cells had been cleaned up as much as possible. The cells themselves had also been cleaned up. I approached two guards who quickly snapped into a salute.
“At ease.” I said gently. “Do you know who I am?” I asked.
The guards relaxed a little. “No, sir. But we were told that you are a man of notably high status.” The older one explained.
“On the contrary- I’m a slave. But I suppose you could say that. Can you tell me where Ayanami, Taker, and Zelt are being held?”
“Yes, sir. Last three cells.” He replied, pointing down the corridor where it faded into darkness.
I strode off towards the end of the corridor where the ‘interrogation’ chair still sat. I looked inside the third-to-last cell through the small barred window, and right in the back corner was chained Kaien. He looked quite badly beaten and ill from where I was and he didn’t bother to look up at me or even laugh at me. In the next cell was Taker who was stood leant almost casually against the back wall of the 10x15ft. cell. When I rapped on the bars and he looked up he looked terrible. I was almost certain that they had been beaten on an hourly basis. He couldn’t heal like me and Ayanami could- even Kaien had a bit of healing ability. Taker was still bleeding from his mouth and he kept coughing up blood and spitting it onto the floor. His eyes were dim where bright intelligence once was and he didn’t appear to honestly care about how he was treated anymore. I had seen how regardless of his surrender he had been brought down to the floor by guards and chained. I moved on.
Before I even saw Ayanami I saw how the cell walls were stained with fresh blood spatters. He had been stripped to the waist and then chained in the corner of the cell where there was a ledge that was supposed to be a bed. Most of the blood was around that area which told me that he hadn’t been unchained for any beatings, but left vulnerable and helpless. I knew how that felt. “Guards,” I shouted down the corridor, causing Ayanami to look up at me. He wasn’t smiling now. “Let me in here.”
“Sir.” They replied and came down the corridor to unlock.
“Wait.” I said before they could completely open the door. “Come with me.” I went up to the other end of the corridor and looked inside a cell. “There was a cadet being kept here- Jay. From…” I stopped myself saying ‘from my guard’ “…From the cadets who were captured here upon General Hacku’s downfall.”
“Yes, sir. He was taken out by Lady Bess’ close guards but hours ago. I don’t know where he was taken.”
“Ok. Let me into Ayanami’s cell.” I said tiredly.
When the guards had left me in Ayanami’s cell with the key, I spoke.
“Ayanami.”
“Vince.” He replied with a sharp-toothed grin.
“Interrogation time tomorrow.” I said coolly. Then I left.
The next morning came quickly. It occurred to me that I didn’t know where or when Ayanami’s interrogation took place, and upon finding his cell empty, I began searching for where it would be. I hurried straight to the central room of the prison. This was the main room where interrogation and occasionally torture had taken place before I took over as General. It was a huge round room with a central area where prisoners could be chained and chairs around the edge where witnesses could be seated. There were several witnesses sat around the circle but many were shrouded in shadow- I didn’t know who they were. Upon entering through the huge barred doors I was confronted by Commander Kipp Trent.
“Sir, I’m afraid I can’t allow you in here.” He said in a hushed tone.
“And why might that be, Trent?” I said with false jolliness.
“Err…. um… Milady’s orders… You know.” He replied, looking intimidated.
“And you think that after all that time we spent in prison together I follow orders?” I growled dangerously. “And follow orders of those below me in station no less?”
“No. No sir.” He bowed gracefully. “My mistake sir.”
I strode up to Bess who was stood at the side watching as a guard punched Ayanami in the solar plexus. “You started without me.” I growled, getting angrier.
“That we did, General.” She said, not bothering to look at me.
“I’m taking over the interrogation.” I announced and ordered the burly guard torturing Ayanami to stand down.
Ayanami was stood with his hands chained loosely behind his back by a chain linking to the floor. I saw several of Bess’ guard look flustered at my taking over. Was that Jay sat in the shadows? Bess just looked icily angry. There was blood on the floor at Ayanami’s feet and upon looking at his face I saw how badly beaten he had been. He coughed and brought up blood, spitting it to the floor.
“Hello, sir.” I said acidly. “Ready to begin?”
“Always.” He said, but he seemed tired. He was swaying from side to side, I noticed.
“They drugged you.” I said. It wasn’t a question.
“Of course they did.” He practically shouted like I was an idiot.
“Question one. How long have you been a semper for?”
He laughed. “What kind of question is that?”
“Answer if I were you.”
“I don’t know. A long time.”
“Wrong answer.” I snapped and backhanded him across the face with added magic-strength. He didn’t even grunt. “Again. How long?”
He straightened up again and said, “How long have you been a semper?”
I backhanded him in the same place again. This time he did make a tiny noise. I smiled.
“And again.”
He stayed silent, staring into space flatly. I raised my hand again. “Five centuries.” He muttered quietly.
“And at what age did you become one?”
“32 years old.”
“Five hundred and thirty two years old. Interesting.”
“Five hundred and sixty seven.” He corrected me. “You know, when I killed your father five hundred and twenty seven years ago…”
My stomach seemed to plummet into the abyss. “You what?” I said dumbly. “You did what?! You.. That was you… you did that… I… I’m going to kill you!” I drew my sword and made a swipe at his head, but he dropped into a duck before I could cut him, but Ayanami was down now, I could simply hack at him until he stopped breathing.
“Hacku! Stop!” Bess shrieked. Several guards moved in to restrain me.
“Get your hands off me!” I roared as they grabbed my arms and pushed them behind my back. “Trent! He killed my father. Don’t you understand?!”
“Just calm down, General.” He said soothingly. “We’ll deal with him accordingly. No, don’t. Stop. Come along now.” He led me towards the door. I snatched a quick glimpse of a smugly grinning Ayanami as the interrogation officer closed in on him with a small dagger glinting in his hand. Trent took me to my quarters and I sat heavily on the armchair with a shuddery groan. He positioned himself on my bed across from me, looking all the commander in his grey uniform with brass buttons and cap. A grin began to spread across his face as he produced a flask of brandy from his breast pocket. “Oh, no Trent. Don’t. I… can’t. It makes me go crazy.” I stammered.
“Lighten up, sir. You need it. Honestly.” He handed it to me.
I cleared my throat uneasily and looked away from him as I placed the flask on my desk. “I think I need some time alone… Commander.” I murmured.
“Of course.” He said smiling sympathetically.
“And Trent?” I said as he reached the door. “Thanks.”
Night approached quickly and quietly. I stayed sat, not trusting myself to leave my quarters. I had moved my chair to face to wall away from the door so I could resist the temptation to go and kill Ayanami myself. The brandy sat untouched but it was beckoning me. I was afraid that I would become an alcoholic again, and that idiocy had led to the death of my beautiful Keira. Hell. I couldn’t resist the temptation. Damn Trent and his stupid habits. I took a swig from the bottle and threw it across the room angrily. Damn my temper. Damn everything! I sat in silence until even the sounds of marching boots outside stopped and the fort wound down for sleep. Even I began to relax a little. It was a mistake. I heard a sound behind me and my hand whipped to the dagger at my hip. I had it out and ready when I felt the familiar bite of metal on my throat.
“Drop it.” Ayanami’s voice growled as he twisted the dagger so it nicked my skin painfully. I winced and threw the dagger away from me in a savage flick of my forearm. I shifted my eye down at the hand holding the blade. It was covered in blood.
“Ayanami. What have you done?” I asked cautiously.
“I escaped. That’s what. Get up and come with me. Don’t try anything.”
I kept my hands in the air as I turned to face him. He was a mess. His hair was tousled and matted with blood and his face was cut in places. He was still bare chested and I could see multiply severs that had been made with a dagger during his interrogation.
“I’m not helping you, Ayanami. Not ever again after what you’ve done.” I said defiantly.
Ayanami cocked an eyebrow and grinned. Suddenly, he stepped in and spun around to stand behind me. I didn’t even have time to react- his magic was running strongly where mine had sputtered and died. He had a knife at my throat before I could get my hand to mine. I was strongly aware of his bloody body pressed against me as he leaned in and whispered savagely in my ear, “You, sir, are no better. You have killed as many as me, and if you don’t work with me, many more will die on your account. That is no idle threat.” He shunned me forwards and I staggered a couple of steps before turning to him. He looked dangerously serious. I didn’t move but tried to read the look in his eyes. Did he have a hostage? “Are you testing me!?” He roared suddenly, making me jump.
“No, no.” I said, averting my eyes and going to collect my discarded dagger. “Surely your little outburst would have alerted the guards by now?” I said.
“You’d be surprised.” He said with a smug grin.
“We need new clothes.” I stated blankly.
“It’s sorted. Just shut up and come with me.” He snapped. I followed him out into the twilit courtyard and wondered why no one had heard of Ayanami’s escape as yet. I caught the sound of movement to my right and my hand reflexively went to my sword. From the shadows emerged Taker and Kaien. Kaien still bore the shameful scar down his face similar to mine and Taker looked morbidly ill. “Gentlemen.” I said, bowing.
Neither of them were wearing their typical military uniform with Ayanami’s sigil. Kaien wore his black knee length boots and breeches, but he wore a plain black trench coat in replacement of his military jacket. Trent was wearing an off-white shirt with his sleeves rolled up under a brown waistcoat, a worn fedora hat, brown riding breeches and boots. I looked over to Ayanami and cocked an eyebrow. He grinned and went into the stables next door. He emerged again holding a violet large-collared trench coat. He tossed it to me and I tried it on. A perfect fit. I didn’t let it show but I rather liked it. I discarded my ‘uniform’ on the floor aside from my hat and wore my weapons belt beneath my jacket. It disguised them perfectly except my sword, but it wasn’t unusual for men to carry weapons anyway. It was just the hilt that was a major giveaway. Ayanami had begun to wrap bandages around his upper body. “We don’t need bandages.” I said.
“They thinned my blood. It won’t clot.” He said with a grunt of pain as he yanked the final knot into place. “So be silent. You’re still my subordinate.”
“Sorry sir.” I said with a mocking bow.
Ayanami disappeared off into the stable again leaving me outside with Kaien and Taker. Kaien was looking at me strangely and then turning his gaze on Taker and to me again. Taker was stood with his back to me making minute gestures with his arms. Kaien took a step forwards to me before Taker stepped into his path with a gentle, “Don’t.”
Ayanami emerged a short time later looking immaculate again and wearing a suit, but still with knee boots and breeches. I laughed when I saw he was still wearing a plain black version of his military peak cap. “We’re leaving,” he said with a controlled calm. “Come on.” He said, striding towards the unusually open gates.
“Ayanami.” I said, stepping infront of him to block his path. “What have you done here? Why haven’t the guards raised the alarm?”
“See for yourself.” He replied with a dismissive shrug.
I bowed and strode into the darkness of the stables. The horses nickered nervously at my approach. I searched the stableboy’s quarters and then moved on to investigate individual stables. It was eerily quiet in there and I moved silently from stall to stall. When I reached the last three stalls I had become sick of looking, but as I turned to leave an unnatural paleness in the dark caught my eye. I went closer to investigate. It was the stableboy. A look of pure horror was etched into his face as if in stone, his mouth a small ‘O’ of surprise. I could see no blood. He was simply crouched in a silent scream that no one could hear. It was highly disturbing and I turned and left to confront Ayanami.
“What did you do to them?” I shouted to his back. “You killed them!”
He turned to face me with a dreadful grin on his face. He waved his hand slightly and an almighty scream rose from the stables. “Clever, eh?” He sneered. The whole fort was going mad now. And then it stopped again. “There- I didn’t kill anyone. Nobody.”
“The blood?”
“Mine.”
“What?!” I stammered, flabbergasted. He looked at the floor and turned from me again to walk down the road.
“Kaien. Taker. Vincent. Let’s go.”
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Ayanami led us through the streets for about an hour as the town erupted in our wake. I imagine that Bess was completely struck-dumb at Ayanami and his subordinate’s escape and my disappearance. Finally Ayanami led us up a narrow side-street. If I wanted to I could brush the mud walls at either sides of me with my fingertips simultaneously. He hadn’t told me where we were going but the others seemed to know what they were doing. We stopped suddenly at the doorstep of what looked like a small inn, with two tiny alleys leading to what I assumed was the stables. Ayanami rapped on the door twice and it was opened almost immediately by a short, stunted man with pig-like eyes and a sprinkling of lank greasy hair. “Lord Ayanami, sir.” He said bowing awkwardly to a disgusted looking Ayanami and then turning to Kaien and Taker and bobbing his head. “My lords.”
He looked me up and down, so I tilted my hat with a polite, “Sir.”
“I assume everything is as planned?” Ayanami said with a dangerous iciness.
“Yes, my lord. Of course- as always. I never let my clients down.” He babbled. “Please follow me.” And he trotted off around the back of the building. We emerged into a dingy back yard with a row of derelict run-down stables. The man waddled to a stable and led out a fine grey stallion. He handed the reins to Ayanami with a deep bow and a, “my lord.” Ayanami mounted up and looked down on the man with a sly smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. “Just the others and then we’ll be off- noone’ll be harmed.” The man’s face drained of colour and he hurried to fetch us all high-quality destriers. My new horse was skittish and irritating beneath me, and I had to discipline it with a hard jab with my spurs that cut into its sides. That horse tossed it’s head in shock but stayed still all the same. Ayanami laughed at my sudden outburst, “Ooh. Feisty.” I stared at him blandly. He turned to the squat man. “Thanks, Godrick. Everyone is safe now.” The man gulped and bowed shakily before Ayanami led the way out of the alleyway and into the now lightened streets.
Once we were out of earshot I turned to Ayanami, “You’re a dangerous man to know,” I said, grinning despite my hatred for him.
“I’m even more dangerous if you get on the wrong side of me,” he hinted acidly. A smile curled my lips at his irritated response, but I didn’t laugh. “Who were you holding to make him get you horses?”
Ayanami smiled slightly and then replied, “His entire family- sons, daughters, wife, you name it.”
“And did you leave them unharmed?” I asked cautiously.
His grin turned slightly insane. “Of course not.”
“Disgusting,” I said solemnly.
“Don’t push it, Vincent Frau Hacku. I brought you to your knees and I will make sure you stay there. I may not have your army, oh, but trust me. I know how to hit you hardest- and not only physically.” He said quickly and heatedly.
I paused, on the brink of disobeying him again- attacking him or something. I wanted to. My head was in turmoil- what if I killed him? What if I failed? How would he seek revenge? What were the repercussions? No, Vincent. Obey. You are his. “Sir.” I said, looking down at my hands.
“Now, Kaien, Taker, Hacku. Are you ready to run?” Ayanami raised his hand in a gesture that sent a tingle up my spine. Nothing happened for about 40 seconds, and we carried on at a steady walk. Then the alarm bells began to toll. And we fled.
We rode quickly for about 3 weeks. Ayanami wouldn’t tell me where we were going but the others seemed to have a clear idea- as usual. We stopped occasionally at inns to pick up food for Taker and Kaien and to water the horses but that was all. Later on in the first week Ayanami decided to buy a horse and cart- it seemed he was carrying a fair amount of gold- and made me drive it while Taker led my horse. No-one spoke to each other except Kaien and Ayanami, who talked like as close to friends as a subordinate and general could get, regardless of the fact that not long ago Ayanami had marked him with the shame scar like my own. We followed the roads, but Ayanami had dyed his hair temporarily blonde and made me dye mine black, and had also bought us all deep-hooded black cloaks to wear within civilisation. I felt almost naked when I had to swap my familiar hat for the hood. At night we stopped and allowed the horses to graze. We left Kaien and Taker to rest in the back of the cart while Ayanami and I stayed watch all night. In the two weeks we had been drifting, we hadn’t spent a single night indoors, but upon the end of the third week Ayanami called for an uncharacteristic stop at a tavern in a small village south of Forge. We donned our hooded cloaks and left our animals for the stableboy. The inn was dim but pleasantly warm inside. The smells of stale alcohol and woodsmoke brought a stab of longing for a home again. I hadn’t lived in normality for at least two centuries now- it was depressing. It was even more depressing to think that I was under the control of a man two centuries younger than myself. I strode ahead of the others and seated myself in the corner at a small scarred table in the shadows. Ayanami came over also and seated himself across from me and was joined by Kaien and Taker. The tavern master quickly approached to take our order.
“Large glass. Strong brandy,” I slipped in, in a dangerous voice before anyone else could speak. I wasn’t in the mood. I saw Ayanami’s mouth tweak in a suppressed laugh but the rest of his face was in shadow.
“Drinking tonight, eh, Vince?” Ayanami said softly and mockingly.
“Fuck off,” I said, still in my rumbling tones. I saw his mouth pull in to a toothy grin and it set me off instantaneously.
“I think you’ll find that I give the orders, friend.” He said. I drew my dagger and stabbed it into the wood of the table, standing up and shoving the table into Ayanami who stood up in response. Before I knew it Kaien and Taker were both up and holding their daggers pointed at vital points on my body. The tavern master was completely frozen with shock and the entire room had gone deathly quiet. I looked around at the staring customers. I let go of the knife with gloved hands and left it to stay stuck in the table, sitting down without another word despite my fury. The Majors sheathed their daggers and sat down also. Finally Ayanami sat.
“Like I said,” I growled at the man still waiting to take our order, who scribbled it onto his notepad with shaking hands.
“Bottle of your best wine, if you will,” Ayanami said, sounding bored.
“Two ales,” Kaien said friendlily gesturing to himself and Taker. The two Majors seemed to be getting closer and more in tune with each other everyday.
The man bowed and hurried away to retrieve our orders. We sat in deathly silence until Kaien said, “So what brings about the change, Aya?”
“We’ve almost arrived at our destination as you’ve probably guessed. Even Hacku and I miss a drink sometimes,” he replied.
The man brought our drinks and we sat in silence until he left again. I took a mouthful of the brandy and grimaced as it burned my throat. It felt good. Taker leaned forwards suddenly, his eyes glittering underneath his hood, “No-one react.” He said in his husky, disused voice. It was the first time I’d heard him speak a full sentence, “Directly behind you, General. There’s a man showing a particular interest in our group.” I looked at where Taker had directed without lifting my head. A man in a green militia uniform was slouched in a chair watching us. Ayanami leant back and casually looked back at the man. “I suggest we take him out.” He said sadistically.
“Don’t kill him. We’ll question him.” Kaien added who received a cocky look from Ayanami. I just took a great swig of my brandy and took hold of my dagger off the table. “Okay.” He said, slowly moving his hand to the hilt of his dagger, “
and go.” As one we all leapt up, not even knocking over a glass in the process. Before anyone could scream or the man draw his sword we were all around him with our blades hovering over vital areas. The man didn’t even flinch but the whole room went silent again with anticipation and shock. “Relax, gentlemen,” he said in an unflustered and laidback tone. He looked at Ayanami, “I know who you are, sir. But your friends? Not so much.”
“And who might you be, friend?” Ayanami said in a low tone, his knife never wavering from the point on his neck.
“That could wait until we’re outside.” He said.
“Get up. Walk slowly and don’t make any suspicious movements.” Ayanami commanded crisply. The man got up steadily, putting his hands in a harmless position and walked for the door. Once we were outside in the twilit courtyard of the tavern Ayanami threw back his hood and confronted the man, “I know you. Where from? Who are you?”
“You might remember me as the lieutenant of your father’s armed forces. It’s Commander now. Commander Endol?”
“Yes I remember you. And why do you shadow us, semper?”
“Oh please, I’ve barely been one for 150 years. I don’t deserve the title. To answer your question, your father is aware of your…. discrepancies and resultant escape from confinement. He also knows you are on your way to his home. He sent me out to meet you.”
“Your father is alive?” I interrupted in bewilderment.
“Yes he’s alive, Hacku. He’s a semper. Shut up.” Ayanami replied.
“I suggest we go. We’ll be there in an hour.” The commander told Ayanami.
“I suppose we should.” He looked positively sick. I wondered why.
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We arrived in good time at around midnight. The house we approached was set into the valley amidst the huge evergreens and oak trees. We rode along a ridge on the opposite side of the valley, slowly winding back and forth down its face. The great stone mansion was somewhat foreboding and beautiful at the same time. We reached the base of the valley and crossed a great stone bridge over a river to follow a cobbled road up to the house’s front court which held a great water fountain of a phoenix spreading its wings. Ayanami led the way to the stable and untacked his horse. I did the same, as did Kaien and Taker. Commander Endol had left us at the huge gates that marked the entrance to the house grounds with the excuse of ‘military business to attend to’ and ridden down the other road of the fork and through a heavily-guarded gate I hadn’t seen beforehand. Noone had spoken since. “It’s Lord Kage. Nothing else.” Ayanami said to us lamely as we left the stable, “He doesn’t like being called anything else.” He babbled, almost to himself. Was he trembling?
Ayanami approached the door and I followed behind the Majors. The front door was a great looming white oak slab, designed to intimidate. Ayanami knocked twice with the iron door-knocker and stepped back. A few moments later it was opened in a flood of warm light by the lord himself. He was a tall man like Ayanami and had the similar silver hair, except his eyes were turquoise in colour. He still held his youth due to the magic, but he still looked older than Ayanami. I, in comparison, looked like an unruly schoolboy. Lord Kage wore a crimson bed robe and looked down at Ayanami as if he were some garden pest dead on the doorstep. Ayanami seemed to squirm under his stern stare before sweeping down into the deepest bow I had seen this proud man make, and said, “My lord father. It is a pleasure.” The others and I also bowed. As soon as Ayanami straightened his father struck him hard across the face. Ayanami didn’t look back at his father or us. “How dare you?!” Lord Kage hissed, “How dare you assume that I would take you in after I sent you away?”
“I could only hope, sir. We are willing to…work…for a place temporarily in your home. I obviously don’t need a bed or food. This is my slave. He’ll make do in the stables. Major–”
Ayanami was cut off as the lord launched himself off the doormat and pinned him to the floor at the base of the stairs with a knife he’d been hiding. He was as fast as lightening- faster than Ayanami and me. He was powerful. I took a shocked step backwards as Ayanami and Lord Kage went careering past me and landed with a ‘oof’ on the cobbled ground. Kage straddled Ayanami and said something to him in a heated whisper. Ayanami layed on the floor with his head back and hands in the air. He replied in hushed tones. He look quite calm, but was betrayed by the trembling of his hands. I stood still, trying not to draw attention to myself. The lord stood and turned to me, “Your slave may stay in the serving quarters, but you may call on him whenever. Your men may use the guest quarters and you…. you can stay in your old room I suppose.” Ayanami blanched. What was wrong with him? “Major Taker, Zelt please follow me. Ayanami, show your… slave to the lower quarters. Then come to my quarters with him.”
“Of course, my lord.” Ayanami said, bowing. I bowed also. Why me?
Lord Kage left, talking avidly with the two majors.
Then we were alone in the courtyards. Ayanami looked crushed. “Sir?” I said into the silence, not daring to spark him off. Ayanami looked from the floor and stared into my eyes harshly. “Vincent. I’ll show you the serving quarters and then you’re coming with me to see my… father.” He said distantly.
“Yes sir. I know, sir.” I replied.
I followed him into the house and up a narrow set of stairs lined with a sap green carpet. A long thin corridor stretched back with doors on either side. Ayanami took me to the end of the corridor and showed me into a tiny dim room with three sets of bunk beds in it and a wash basin.
“There are four other servants living in here, but they’re out on some errand at the moment.” Ayanami informed me.
“I’m not staying in here, you realise.” I said, disgusted.
Ayanami almost threw me up against the wall, but instead huffed through his nose. “Yes, you are. Because my father doesn’t know what you are, and I’d like to keep it that way.”
“I can move silently. No-one’ll know if I sneak out.”
“Oh, my father will. Trust me.” He said, turning his violet eyes on me like a weapon. I slammed my fist against the flimsy doorframe and then turned on Ayanami. He blocked my fist and drew his dagger, but I threw him off guard as I suddenly changed trajectory and elbowed him in the collarbone, causing him to stagger into the opposite wall of the corridor. I threw myself at him immediately, trying to use the advantage. I drew my dagger and went to hold it to his throat, but again he blocked at last minute. He tried to punch my face, but I spun out suddenly to catch him again. When I turned the full way around I came face to face with a ready knife, as did Ayanami who cracked his head back on the wall with shock. I was getting faster. I grinned. We both held position for about 15 seconds, just staring at eachother. A battle of wills. Along the corridor the sound of doors opening and closing up and down the corridor as household servants came to see what the commotion was about broke the silence we held. Finally we both slacked our pressure on one another and stepped back. I eyed him suspiciously as I sheathed my dagger. “You’re not going anywhere. That is an order.”
“I–” I was cut off as Ayanami stepped in and struck me across the face. Over the ringing of my ears I heard slight gasps from servants still at their doors. I tried to ignore them. “Yes, my lord.” I said reservedly, bowing.
“Good.” He said sharply. “Now, we’ll go to see my father.”
The doors into Lord Kage’s study were towering, graceful, beautiful. Each panel held tiny carvings of all sorts of scenes, mainly related to war. Ayanami rapped on the great door quickly and took a step backwards. A tall graceful lady opened the door. “Ah.” She exclaimed before bowing smoothly, “Master Ayanami. Sir. Please, come in.” Ayanami nodded to the lady and stepped inside. I followed with trepidation.
Lord Kage was sat ramrod straight in a great cushioned chair behind an immaculate desk. When we entered he motioned to Ayanami to sit, which he did, but he looked awkward and stiff. I decided it would be an idea to stand beside the door where the servant had stood when we entered, but had now left us alone with the Lord. “Father. Sir.” Ayanami said, breaking the silence.
“Fritz.” He replied. Fritz? His name? Whatever that was, Ayanami stiffened. “Vincent Frau Hacku,” He said, looking up to me. I froze, eyes wide like a startled rabbit. Ayanami spun to look at me, eyes just as wide. Don’t give the game away, they said. “S…sir?” I stuttered.
“I know who you are.” He said darkly, his eyes flashing.
“I….I don’t understand, sir?” The confusion not completely feigned.
“Don’t you dare say that to me!” He roared at me, standing. Ayanami stood also, striding out to intercept his father’s path as he came at me with fists out. “Father! Please ju–”
“DON’T INTERRUPT ME!” He practically screamed. What was wrong with him? “Come here. Here!” He said to Ayanami who had begun to back away. Ayanami shuffled to his father, who felt Ayanami’s jaw line, almost tenderly. Ayanami stood stiffly looking past his father as much as his father studied his face before he drew his hand back in a savage smack. Ayanami didn’t even retaliate. Didn’t cry out. Didn’t flinch. “Do you understand?” Kage asked, suddenly calmer.
“Understood, Father.” He replied, trembling. I just stood where I was, shocked into silence. This man had brought Ayanami to his knees with a few words.
Lord Kage said nothing of it again and turned back to me, “Now. Vincent. Don’t pretend you’re not who you are. What’s it like being under the control of my son?”
“Please, sir. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I began to back towards the door, but I was ready to draw my sword if necessary. Kage shadowed my movements, moving towards me as I moved away. “How did he get you under control?! My son! How old are you now?”
“My lord! I’m just a slave. I have the brand.”
“Hah! He branded you too! Hell, what did he do? Chain you up?!”
I was sick of this. He was making me feel more and more worthless and I didn’t like it. “Yeah,” I said darkly, my temper flaring. “He put me in a cell, shackled my wrists and ankles and then had two guards restrain me against the wall. Oh, yes and Major Zelt was also there for backup. Saying that, I was unarmed and completely exhausted from the preceding battle.” I stared him down maliciously and cracked my knuckles. Ayanami looked completely gobsmacked.
Lord Kage grinned, “You are him then. Certainly have the temper to match his reputation.”
“What do you know about my reputation?” I stared at him, never breaking eye contact and taking a step forward. My famous temper was certainly beginning to come out.
“Oh… I know that before Fritz was born, you massacred an entire city of people with your magic, and when the authorities finally caught you and had you beaten to a pulp in hopes of getting you to explain your motives, you practically spat back in their faces and slaughtered them all. No one knows what happened to you after that, or why you even did it. Those few who knew about your record when you became a general almost rebelled.” That was alot of knowledge about my past. Even Ayanami didn’t know that, judging by the look on his face.
I growled. “Those days are over. Long over.”
“Miss the rush of killing for fun?”
“Right about now I am.”
“So how long have you lived now?”
I held my silence. I wasn’t giving him the satisfaction.
“Vincent…?”
Still silent.
Kage’s eyes flashed. “Don’t make me force it out of you. I might know the methods of torture, but I’m not willing to use them.”
I cocked an eyebrow. Show me what you’re made of.
Kage rushed forwards suddenly and threw me against the stone wall I’d been stood by. I didn’t resist, determined to show him that his fancy torture methods didn’t work on me. His dagger was at my throat now. He’d knocked my hat off and was now holding my hair, pinning my head back against the wall. I looked at him coolly down my nose. “Tell me your age.” He said calmly.
Silence.
He repeated the order.
“No, I’m alright.” I said like he’d asked if I wanted a drink. He took the dagger and plunged it into my shoulder before replacing at my throat at lightening fast speed. My arm throbbed, but I barely even grimaced.
He didn’t even ask again, but waited for 5 seconds before stabbing my shoulder in the same place again. I wasn’t expecting him to do that and gasped despite myself. He smiled. I looked over at Ayanami who hadn’t moved from where he’d been stood when his father had struck him. I don’t know what he was thinking. Just as I turned my attention back to the lord he struck me in the shoulder again, this time a little closer to my neck. If he got me in the tendon in the side of my neck that was pulled taught, I’d likely lose use of it. I knew what he was doing, he was trying to make me panic. The terrifying thing was, I could tell he wasn’t going to stop for my benefit. I tried to push him off me but he simply yanked my head back more, pressed his body against me to stop me balking, and stabbed me again. I grunted and grimaced as the pain got more every time he knifed me. I was about to answer his godforsaken question, but I hesitated. Kage took the chance to knife me yet again, this time just catching my muscle so it would twinge but not kill. He knew anatomy well. I cried out at the agony that shot up the side of my neck and down my arm and threw myself sideways as a reflex. The knife tore out of my flesh as I moved away and that hurt even more but there was nothing I could do. I landed on the floor where I had slipped away from Kage’s grip. Within seconds he was back on me, pinning me to the floor. This time, instead of knifing my neck he got me twice in my left hand in quick succession. I writhed beneath him but my lean frame couldn’t displace him. He raised his dagger again in a threatening motion and I quickly yielded. “Okay! Okay.” I panted, my breath rasping. “768 years. 768.” He smiled in a manner that said I told you so, and got up off me after wiping his bloody dagger on my jacket. I got up quickly and tried to stem the blood flow from my neck and shoulder from multiple stab wounds. “I’m leaving.” I said in a voice strained from pain. I swiped my hat from the floor, turned and left for my ‘room’. No-one stopped me.
It had been about half an hour since I had last been to where I was staying, but when I opened the door, four servants stared back at me. The oldest looking, a fortyish man with big ropey muscles running through his bare arms and chest stood up from his bunk next to my empty one. “You’re Ayanami’s slave. A young one, too.” He stated. I nodded silently and sat on the bottom bunk of the empty bed to remove my jacket. The material had stuck to my wounds on my shoulder and I peeled it away slowly and painfully. Having done that, I dumped the bloody jacket on the floor at my feet and studied the wounds. Deep, but not fatal. More scars. The four servants were sat watching me as if I was a wild animal. I removed all my weapons- wrist blades, sword, dagger, throwing knives and poison etc. and placed them on the floor. The wounds on my left hand went straight through, but he’d precisely missed any major arteries, bone and muscle. Two of the servants were young women who gasped unrestrainedly at my scars and wounds. “You’re hurt.” The big man said.
“You’re one for stating the obvious, aren’t you?” I hissed in response, my mood still black.
“We’ve got bandages. Tod! Get the bandages.”
“Erm… yeah.” The other man said, about 19 years of age and lanky as a giraffe. The two servants worked together to put bandages on my neck and hand while the girls took my jacket and expertly washed the blood off it in the basin and sewed up the holes. “It won’t be dry until about midday tomorrow.” One of the ladies told me. So I’d have to walk around bare-chested all day. Great. After I was fixed up the servants went to bed. I just sat up all night. I occasionally heard the sound of footsteps passing the door, gradually increasing towards the morning. Eventually my roommates woke and prepared for work. I stood myself and splashed my face at the basin and donned my weapons. When I turned back to leave the room, one of the ladies who shared a room with me was staring at my turned back. I pretended I hadn’t seen and crossed the room to the door but then I stopped. “Uh… sorry to bother you. Where’s Ayanami’s room?”
“Oh!” The girl exclaimed as I caught her by surprise, “At the other side of the house on the third floor, it has a violet door. You can’t miss it.” She smiled. I tipped my hat at her and left for his room.
Upon finding Ayanami’s room I went to knock on his door, but I stopped short as I heard the sounds of shouting inside. I just had time to dodge out of sight of the door before Lord Kage very leisurely sauntered out and went down the steep stairs to the main floor of the house. After I was sure he was out of earshot I rapped on the purple varnished door. “Who is it?” A pained voice called.
“It’s Hacku.” The door opened a few seconds later and I entered into a large almost empty room. There was no hearth to burn a fire in or anything of the sort. There was a mixture of old and new blood on the floor. Ayanami shut the door behind me and stood ramrod straight.
“Ayanami, what happened here?” I asked.
“The usual. Where is your jacket?”
“Drying. After your father stabbed me bloody.”
“What are you suggesting?”
“Nothing at all. Sir.”
“Right. Remember how I said we’re going to work for a room? Well that work starts today. Yours, however is a little different to mine and the major’s. My lord father has… requested that you be sent on a contract.”
“I don’t have a choice, do I?” I said.
“No.” He responded.
I sighed. “Who’s it on?”
“Lady Bess.”

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Hell on Earth

This is a very gruesome story! Do NOT read if you’re not into snuff, vomit, and penises many times bigger than little girl.

I tried to warn you- P.1

A brothers long thought fantasy of his mother and sister finally is here… but he is afraid of the extent he would go to fulfill his dream. Starting with the sister.

The Last Adventure of the Famous Five

“Dick, great to see you again” Julian greeted his younger brother.
“Hurrah! No more school ever again” he replied. “How’s your first year at Uni. been then, old chap?”
“Hard work, but it’s great to be studying something with a real expert.”
With a grin Dick added “George wrote that Uncle Quentin was disappointed that you chose to study Geology not Physics, l think he was hoping to have been able to discuss his experiments with you.”
“Talking of George, we are supposed to be meeting her and Anne on Platform 3 about now, hurry up!” added Julian.
They waited by the ticket barrier watching the passengers pass through and would have ignored the two young workmen passing through had they not recognised Timmy, George’s big mongrel dog.
“George! So sorry, I thought you were both boys until I recognised Tim there.”
“Thanks Ju!” replied George ” It’s made me feel really good that even you can mistake me for a boy now. Meet my friend Chris.”
“Hello” said Julian, politely shaking the young man’s hand.
“Hey, Anne! Over here” Dick suddenly called out seeing his and Julian’s younger sister, who was still at school for another year, handing over her ticket to the collector “I thought you were travelling with George?”
“Oh, I was but she and Chris were chatting away so intently that I moved seats to sit with another chum from our school.”
When he got the opportunity as they walked towards the station buffet he lightheartedly quizzed his cousin George (whose real name was Georgina, but she hated being called by that name) “Don’t tell me Chris is your boyfriend?”
“Chris” George replied “is a girl too!”
As they sat in the buffet eating ham sandwiches and drinking orange juice they discussed their plans for the summer. George explained that Chris was going to another demonstration against nuclear weapons, after they had been together for a protest march at Easter and suggested the others join her camping there.
“No!” the others protested in unison.
“This will probably by the last hols we can all be together” explained Julian “Let’s have one last adventure together like we used to.”
“Does it really have to be an adventure?” complained Anne “Thinking back now some of the scrapes we got into were really quite dangerous, and we were lucky never to have got hurt.”
“I agree with Anne” added George, then looking at Chris she said “We should be more grown up now and consider the future of this planet. If we do nothing it will all be destroyed by the next war if we stand back and let these nuclear weapons proliferate.”
“Shouldn’t you start by persuading you father to stop HIS experiments then” countered Dick.
“He’s been working on the designs for a power station not weapons!” replied George fiercely, but then she added “Though I wish he wouldn’t do that, the waste the power stations will produce will be dangerous for thousands of years. All they are proposing to do with it is to store it in some disused tunnels near Midsomer-on-Sea, sealing the entrances when they finish. But what if there is an earthquake or something in thousands of years time, it could poison a large part of southern England.”
“I’ve got a splendid idea!” said Julian “Why don’t we go camping at Midsomer-on-Sea and check out the tunnels, I remember being told about some ancient underground stone quarries there which go back to Roman times, I wonder if those would be the tunnels?”
Chris, who had sat in silence until then, contemptuously sneered “And what do you think you know about tunnels and earthquakes? You just want to play about at the seaside.”
“I am studying the Geology at Cambridge and I believe Professor Hebdon-Lloyd there would be interested to discuss my views if I could inspect the rock formations there.”
After glaring furiously at Julian for a couple of seconds Chris turned to George, who embraced her then, tenderly fondling Chris’s hair, gave her a long kiss on the lips. “Write to my home address at Kirrin, I’m sure we can meet up again in a couple of weeks, I would like you with me when we find out if we’ve passed our A-levels.”
“Alright, but I’m sure you will pass” Chris said turning away sulkily.
“We can spend the rest of the summer together after that” George shouted after her “I love you!”
Chris didn’t look back, George got to her feet to go after her but was persuaded to sit down again by the others.
It was a long walk from the nearest station to Midsomer-on-Sea, the branch line to that village having closed the previous winter. “We always used to bring the bicycles with us, although I admit we would still have to walk up some of these steep hills” complained Dick.
“Yes” said Julian, “It’s a shame we couldn’t bring them because Timmy can’t run very fast now, in fact I think even this walking pace is tiring him.”
Hearing his name the old dog looked up and gently wagged his tail.
Julian studied the map then pointed across the little valley “The quarries and tunnels are in that hill over there, they used to mine a soft white limestone which was very easy for the expert stonemasons to carve into intricate shapes, but I don’t know if it is best kind of rock to protect something as dangerous as waste from a nuclear power station.”
“Shall we camp by that dear little stream running down to the beach?” enquired Anne.
“No” replied Julian, “there are cows in the far corner of that field and some of the others have sheep in them, so the farmer who owns them is unlikely to want us camping there, especially as we have Timmy with us.” There appears to be open scrubland above the cliffs so we could probably find a sheltered hollow to set up the tents in, out of sight of everyone.
They were up early the next morning, it was a bright sunny day and the four teenagers went for a swim in the sea before going to the little shop facing the beach and buying a crusty loaf of bread, some sliced ham, apples, a pint of milk and several large bottles of ginger beer.
They breakfasted back at their camp looking out over the sea before setting off inland to look for the tunnels. After asking a rather taciturn farmer, who was repairing a roadside fence, for directions they found the disused quarry. The windows in the derelict office and weighbridge were all broken and the doors ajar but, to their great disappointment, the entrance to the underground part of the workings was blocked by a heavy steel door secured by a large padlock. A dirty faded sign read “Danger Keep Out.”
“Blow” said Julian, “I had hoped that as the ground is supposedly so stable here no one would have thought it necessary to close off the tunnels.”
“Surely as some of these tunnels are over a thousand years old there must be more than one entrance” suggested George.
“Yes” replied Dick “perhaps if we explore the woods along this side of the valley Timmy will find another way in.”
“Yes, that’s a good idea” said Julian “it would be fun too, but perhaps we should ask in the village first. It might save us a lot of time.”
Most of the people in the main street of the village seemed to be visitors, but a couple of fishermen were sat on a bench in front of the Dolphin Inn.
The two fishermen insisted Julian buy them drinks if they wished to join them. Julian came back out of the inn carrying two pints of beer for the fishermen, half pints for Dick and George and ginger beers for himself and Anne.
They soon learned from the older of the two men that there were three other entrances to the caves, all as securely gated as the main one, while the younger man chatted to Anne about his prowess at swimming and diving in the sea. Disappointed at such discouraging news they ambled back to the beach after they had finished their drinks. Sitting on the pebbles George asked Julian why he hadn’t had beer like everyone else, apart from Anne who was too young.
“I’ve seen how drink can affect people at some of the parties at Uni.” Julian replied “and drugs. In fact I did have some beer and wine at one party I went to with my friend Colin, indeed we must both have got slightly drunk for I was very nearly indiscreet with him in public. And then the next day I had an absolutely terrible headache!” Looking at George smiling at him he continued “So no more alcohol for me.”
“I often have a drink with Chris” added George “some people do give us strange looks when she gets a bit
carried away, I do wonder if they think we’re boys or girls.”
“Yes, but at least as you are really girls you’re not risking getting arrested” replied Julian.
“What are you on about Ju, why would anyone want to arrest you?” asked Anne.
“Oh, nothing” replied Julian. “Hello, here comes your fisherman friend, Anne.”
The younger of the fishermen they had chatted with at the inn came up and sat next to Anne. He then leaned across in front of her and spoke to Julian “I heard you asking about ways into the quarry caves. I do know of another way in, I used to play there and it wasn’t blocked off then, though that was a couple of years ago, and it is quite a squeeze to get in.”
“Can you show us?” replied Julian enthusiastically.
“Yes, I could take you there right now, but I don’t want to hang about for too long as we were out on the boat all night and I ought to get some sleep soon.”
“That would be great, if you can show us the entrance now we can go back to our camp afterwards for lunch and to get our torches.”
Instead of going up the wooded valley to the old quarry buildings the fisherman, who introduced himself as Terry, led them up the hill behind their camp. As they walked Julian asked if he had heard any talk of the caves being used for anything in the future. Terry said he hadn’t heard anything, though some men who lived in the large house further up the valley might now own the caves as they had recently replaced all the padlocks and chains on the gates and seemed to have been into the caves recently.
It was hot work climbing the hill Timmy was panting and looked miserable with his tail down. About three quarters of the way up Terry turned back to speak to them, he stared at the way Anne’s white shirt clung to the perspiration on her slender body. He pointed to a scrubby tree in the middle of a gorse thicket on the hillside not far above their well hidden camp. “The entrance is by the base of that tree, it looks more like a badger’s hole than a cave.”
“Thank you so much for your help” said Julian “Do you really have to go back now?”
“Yes” Terry replied, then, turning to Anne “Do call on me and let me know how you get on, I live in the little flint cottage called “Mewstone” just up from the shop.”
Once Terry disappeared from sight, after a final wave, the five headed down to their tents to eat lunch and get their torches. Timmy emptied his water bowl twice he was so thirsty.
The gorse and brambles were to prove even more of an obstacle than they expected. They all got scratched arms and after holding one branch aside for Timmy George accidentally let it spring back into Julian’s face making it bleed. Anne’s thin cotton shirt was torn in a couple of places and Dick suggested taking her back to the tent to change it.
“I don’t really want to struggle back again now we’ve got this far” Anne replied “Anyway it’s not as if anyone is likely to see us, is it!”
As Terry had said the hole was just like a badger’s hole and it was quite a squeeze, but about ten foot down the sloping tunnel opened out into a somewhat larger chamber.
As they looked at each other by the lights of their torches Dick said “We all look quite a state! Poor Anne, you should have worn jeans like the rest of us instead of those cotton shorts – look at the grazes on your legs.”
Julian was studying the creamy white rock walls of the cave by torchlight and scraped at it with his penknife “This rock really is quite soft, I read that once pieces are cut out and exposed to the air it becomes a lot lot harder.”
They didn’t have to go far before they had to choose one of several tunnels to explore, and after only about ten minutes of exploring Julian commented “I’m glad we’ve got Timmy with us, we can always rely on him to show us the way out. Do make sure we all stay together, you could get really lost down here.
The caves were far more interesting than they had expected. Some of the chambers dug out by quarrymen centuries ago gave the impression of being in a church, with their supporting pillars and high curved arches. In other places they encountered long straight square cut passages.
Anne suddenly exclaimed “My torch is getting dimmer!”
Julian looked at his watch and exclaimed “Goodness, it’s nearly seven o’clock! We’ve been down here more than three hours, we’d better use our torches in turn, the batteries may not last much longer. Show us the way back Timmy.”
“Timmy!” screamed George “Where’s Timmy? He was with me just back there when Ju was showing us the pick marks from the ancient quarry men.”
“He did look tired, I saw him lying down for a rest earlier on” said Anne.
“TIMMY! TIMMY!” all four shouted as loud as they could, their shouts echoing around the tunnels. The third time they shouted Timmy ambled shamefully into sight and licked George’s hand as if to say “Sorry, I just stopped for a nap!”
With relief George stroked his head and said “Home Timmy!”
Timmy woofed and wagged his tail, glad it was time to leave this dark dismal underground world and return to the sunshine above.
“Wait a minute!” Julian exclaimed, shining his torch into a side chamber. “There are some boxes and things in there!”
“Let me see” said George “Yes, and a coil of rope, some lanterns and some tools. Do you think they were left behind by the old quarrymen?”
“No” said Julian “They look quite new. I wonder who has been hiding things down here?”
“I bet thy didn’t expect anyone to find them down here, behind those locked steel gates. Do you think smugglers have been using these caves?” asked Anne.
“They are very solid wooden boxes, with ‘Handle With Care’ stencilled on them pointed out Dick.
“Let’s open them!” said George “They may contain something valuable, something the police might be interested in.”
With difficulty Julian levered open the top of one of the boxes with his knife. Inside was a lot of corrugated cardboard packaging protecting various shiny silver metal tubes and discs, some with small copper contacts on the ends.
“What is it?” asked Anne.
“I’ve got no idea” replied Julian, “They almost look like one of Uncle Quentin’s experiments! Wait, there are some papers down this side, let’s see if they give us a clue. This looks a bit queer, there are some pretty complicated drawings but someone has written over them in Greek, no not Greek, I think it is Russian.”
George, peering over Julian’s shoulder suddenly exclaimed “The drawings are labelled AWRE and Aldermaston! That’s where Chris and I went on the demonstration march against nuclear weapons and the H Bomb.
At that moment a bright torch was shone at them and a gruff voice shouted “Here they are! I said I heard shouting. It’s a good job we found them, the stupid kids are poking their noses into the stuff.”
“How on earth did they get in here?” said another man’s voice.
“Don’t tell them” whispered Julian, aware that the hole amongst the gorse on the hillside was their only chance of escape!
“It doesn’t matter, we’ll tie them up until we can find somewhere secure to keep them until we’ve finished here.”
Shielding his eyes as he looked into the glare of their bright torches Julian said “You can’t do that, someone will soon be looking for us.”
Laughing one of the men replied “So what? They’ll never find you here.”
“If you don’t let us go I’ll set my dog on you!” shouted George, and Timmy gave a low growl.
“Shoot the dog” said the first man in a calm but cold voice.
“NO!” screamed George and threw herself in front of Timmy as the crack of a pistol echoed deafeningly round the caves.
Her pitiful wordless cry rose above the dying echoes from the shot,then she sobbed “No! Timmy…” her cousins stared in horror at a small red spot on the back of her shirt just above her waist as she slid to the floor while Timmy whined weakly, twitched for about five seconds then lay still. With a sob George rolled onto her back to reveal a bloody stain spreading across the lower front of her t-shirt from the wound where the bullet from the powerful handgun had exited her belly before hitting the dog.
Ignoring the gunman’s command to stay where they were Julian ran across to George and held her as she shuddered with silent sobs. The other man stepped forward and struck the back of Julian’s head with the handle of the heavy revolver he was carrying, knocking him senseless across George’s weakly struggling body.
While the man with the gruff voice covered Anne and Dick with his revolver the other man pulled Julian’s limp arms up behind his back and bound them tightly before rolling him off George onto his back onto the floor, his fair hair now wet with blood.
He then roughly rolled George face down ignoring her moans of pain. As she attempted to stem the flow of blood from her belly with her hands he viciously pulled them away and pulled her arms up behind her back, lifting her torso off the ground as she uttered an agonised scream.
While he bound her lower arms together so tightly that the rope cut into her arms he turned to the first man saying “You were only supposed to shoot the dog, not this stupid boy!” before letting her drop back to the floor saying “Stop that whining or I’ll put another bullet in you!”
Next he bound Dick in a similar manner, but less roughly, before turning his attention to Anne. As he held her by her wrists the man with the gruff voice walked across to join him, staring at the glimpses of Anne’s pale flesh through the rents in her tattered shirt. He touched her chest with surprising tenderness, feeling the outline of her brassiere before moving behind her. Anne froze with terror, expecting her arms too to be tied behind her.
Instead she felt him lifting the hem of her flimsy shirt, pulling it up her back to uncover the hook and eye closure of her brassiere. Instead of undoing it he just grasped the band either side and with a jerk tore it apart.
“No! Please don’t hurt me!” Anne whimpered, trembling with fright “I’m only seventeen … please …”
He suddenly spun her round to face him and stared into her eyes, his mouth set in a lascivious grin. He inserted his left hand through the largest of the tears in her shirt, placed it flat against her belly then slid it up, beneath her now loose bra to feel her breasts and small nipples. He moved his right hand behind her back to grasp her tight to him. Anne started to sob with shame as she felt her nipples harden beneath his touch.
The other man suddenly interrupted him “I would be happier if we moved them to the old priest’s hiding hole. There we could imprison them more securely in case one of the brats manage to wriggle out of their bonds while we decide what to do with them now.”
The first man gruffly replied “I said we just need to keep them out of the way until we finish here. Vladimir should be collecting the rest of the stuff at the end of next week.”
“We can’t let them go free now you’ve shot one of them, the police wouldn’t rest till they found us. The way he’s bleeding he may well be dead in a few hours, then it will be murder and you could hang for it!”
Without replying the gruff voiced man left Anne to grab Julian’s ankles and dragged his limp body away unceremoniously, face down so his nose and cheekbones were grazed by the stony floor. While he was gone the second man turned to Anne and gently tied her wrists behind her back before turning her to face him. “You’re a pretty one, is one of these bastards your boyfriend?”
Anne shook her head silently, tears welling up in her eyes.
“I’m Simon, Simon Brown and my friend, who seems to fancy you, is Dave Daniels” He could see Anne’s eyes open wider as she started to shake uncontrollably “Yes, I can see you’ve realised we can never release you now you know our names!” he then stepped back from her and laughed uncontrollably.
When Dave returned he looked at Simon, puzzled “What have you done to her?”
“I haven’t touched you, have I sweetie?” Anne shook her head then looked at Dave with wide terrified eyes but saw no compassion there. ” Why don’t you run, try to escape – you’ve got nothing to lose have you!” continued Simon.
As Anne looked from one man to the other Dave asked “What have you been saying to her?”
“Only introducing ourselves to her. But the rude little bitch won’t tell me her name!”
“Prat” replied Dave before turning to George lying on the floor who, despite her pain, realised that escape from these two thugs was now a matter of life or death.
George too was dragged away into the darkness by her ankles, trying to twist onto her side to ease the pain from her stretched belly wound dragging on the floor as her t-shirt rose up her body.
Dick stared at the bloody streaks left behind on the floor after George had disappeared from sight.
Suddenly he started to run, as he fled Simon turned off his torch. The darkness was so complete that Dick was totally disorientated within seconds but did not dare stop and soon ran straight into a solid mass of stone crushing his nose. He fumbled at the rock trying to decide if it was a rock pillar or tunnel wall. He could feel warm blood running down over his mouth, but hearing slow, steady footsteps closing on him felt he had no option but to run again. Within seconds his left shoulder struck rock so he turned sharply to the right only to dash his forehead against a stone arch.
Suddenly he was dazzled by the bright light of his pursuer’s torch and two shots rang out in rapid succession.
Left alone in the pitch black Anne sank slowly to the floor, her shaking legs no longer able to bear her weight. She saw the distant flashes of light and heard shots ringing out. With the echoes of the caves she had no idea how many shots there had been, but stared with cold dread as Simon returned dragging something heavy behind him, out of the light of his torch.
Simon slowly and deliberately pulled Dick’s broken lifeless body into Anne’s view by one ankle. He rolled it onto its back so she could see the two large bloodstains soaking across his t-shirt from his still chest.
“Clever girl, I really am glad you are still there. You could so easily have ended up like your friend here!”
“He was my brother” she cried.
Simon placed his torch on the floor pointing towards her then pulled her back up onto her feet and caught hold of one of the holes torn in her white shirt and ripped the thin material apart to expose the loose left cup of her pale pink brassiere. As he eased it up to expose her breast and nipple Anne started sobbing uncontrollably, making her chest heave. Excited by this he ripped the whole front of her shirt open and pushed it back over her shoulders so that its tattered remains slid down her slender arms to her bound wrists.
He then stepped back to admire her pale torso as she hunched her shoulders forward and shook in a futile attempt to drop her brassiere back down over her exposed breast.
At that moment Dave returned. He stared at Anne, who closed her eyes tightly in shame. “Very nice!” he exclaimed.
He stepped between Simon and Anne then placing the palm of his left hand flat on her sternum grasped the bridge between the cups of her brassiere with the other and pulled hard so that the thin straps cut painfully into her shoulders until they snapped. Laughing he cast the ruined bra aside and gently ran his fingers over Anne’s pert breasts until her nipples hardened. He then turned to Simon grinning “That kid I shot, she’s a girl too!”
“Your joking” Simon replied.
“By the time I’d dragged her to the priest’s hiding hole her t-shirt had ridden up and it looked a bit queer so I ripped it open, then I could see she’s wearing a very tight ‘Bikini’ swim suit top under it. The bitch must be some kind of dyke, I reckon!” Turning back to Anne he asked “Is she your girlfriend?”
Keeping her eyes tight shut Anne shook her head slightly.
Dave slapped her hard across the face with his right hand “Speak to me bitch!” he commanded.
Anne didn’t reply but stepped back against the cave wall and started sagging to the ground again. Dave grabbed her hair with his left hand to stop her falling further, clenched his right fist and punched her hard in her soft white belly.
Anne screamed.
“That’s better. Now what’s your name?” he yelled.
“No 
” muttered Anne uncomprehendingly.
He lifted her up against the wall by her hair, grasped the waistband of her pink cotton shorts in his right hand and ripped them away from her body in a single movement. As he stared at her dainty patterned knickers she started kicking him in the shins with her shoes. Furious, he grabbed her by the neck and threw her across the room.
As she sprawled across the floor in a cloud of dust Simon called out “Don’t break her until I’ve had a go 
”
“Piss off to the priest’s cave and play with the dyke if you want to!” Dave retorted then, in defiance, kicked Anne in the ribs before rolling her onto her back with his boot.
“Animal!” muttered Simon as he disappeared down the tunnel.
Grabbing Anne’s legs Dave dragged her towards him then pulled off her shoes and socks. Leaning right over her he looked down into her eyes which were no longer defiant, perhaps already resigned to her fate, then reached down and slid her panties down her slender unresisting legs so that she was stark naked before him.
Her eyes followed him as he stood up and slowly undressed, carefully folding his clothes, and putting them into a neat pile until he too was naked. But as he walked back over to her she shut her eyes tight again.
She felt him untie her wrists and pull away the tattered remnants of her shirt, then move his hands to her slim ankles and spread her legs wide. She felt his warm breath on her cold belly, then moving up over her chest. She felt the weight of his muscular chest bear down on her soft breasts. She felt his hands moving up the inside of her thighs as he breathed the smell of stale tobacco onto her face.
Then came the sharp tearing pain as he penetrated her dry, tight vagina.
She SCREAMED! She screamed and writhed every second of the long, uncountable minutes that he raped her. The more she struggled the more vigorously he thrust into her, yet when she tried to lie still he clawed at her ribcage to make her arch her body up against him. When she tried not to scream he dug his rough fingernails deep into her breasts around her nipples and pulled upwards stretching them until they ripped clear. She tried to blot out what was happening to her by remembering happy times in the past, she remembered Timmy, but then she remembered Timmy was lying dead next to her. Then he dug in his fingernails again and raked them down the side of her torso and again she screamed and twisted 

Anne didn’t actually notice the exact moment Dave finished with her because the pain continued … She opened her eyes slightly and could see him getting dressed, yet the pain was still there. She tried to bring her thighs together but the first slight movement led to a stabbing pain in her groin.
Dave lit a cigarette and looked down at the girl’s pale, slightly blood streaked, body spreadeagled motionless on the floor. In the past he had made love to several girls who had claimed to be virgins but none had been as tight to enter as this one, indeed at first he wondered if was going to be impossible to force his swollen member into her. Staring between her legs he had certainly never seen a girl bleed like this before, a few spots of blood maybe but even now a thin thread of blood trickled out of her to add to the dark stain on the floor. Yet despite all that she kept her legs spread invitingly and stared at him. “Slut!” he spat at her then grabbing her right ankle he dragged her down the tunnel.
As her right leg straightened and her left leg buckled at the knee, moving her thigh outwards, it felt as if a knife was starting to cutting her in two up from her crotch then 
 nothing. Her mind and body could take no more pain and she lost consciousness.
George had been shocked when the man called Dave had rolled her onto her back then stared strangely at her exposed midriff. He paused as more gunshots echoed round the caves.. As the echoes died away he roughly ripped open the front of her blood soaked t-shirt. He bent down and squeezed her breasts through the tight swimsuit top she wore to try to flatten her chest. Then with a look of disgust he wiped the blood off his hands onto her jeans and left, closing some sort of heavy stone door across the small entrance. George determined that if she ever got free she would kill this terrible man who had killed Timmy and so degraded her.
Despite the pain burning through her abdomen George looked around the chamber he had left her in. Julian lay motionless prone on the floor. A hurricane lamp hung from a rusty iron hook set in the vaulted roof of the cave, several wooden benches with elaborately carved legs had been pushed against one wall and on the wall nearest the door was a large crucifix in front of which was a large rectangular block of stone with carvings on its sides. The whole room rather reminded George of the interior of a church. Just as she remembered that Simon had referred to a priest’s hiding place an unearthly scream echoed round the caves. Shortly afterwards the door was slid open again and the other man, Simon, entered the chamber.
“What was that scream?” she asked “Was it Anne or Dick? Please tell me it wasn’t.”
“I’m afraid Dave gets a bit rough sometimes” apologised Simon. He paused uncertainly before adding “The other boy’s dead.”
George lay back and closed her eyes, praying that this was a nightmare from which she would soon wake up. She felt her boots and socks pulled off, then her belt unbuckled and her jeans unfastened and pulled off. Weak from pain she just let her body be manhandled, hoping the ordeal might soon be over.
Simon had found a penknife in the pocket of her jeans and used it first to cut away her swimsuit top, then to cut away the bonds from her lower arms which he had tied so tight that the knots could not be undone. He pulled away the few remaining blood soaked remnants of her t-shirt then admired her tanned trim, slightly muscular, body glistening with blood and sweat. He pulled over one of the benches and lifted her compliant legs up over it and dragged her towards him until he could rest her buttocks on it.
George felt him grasp her calves and spread her legs. She wasn’t EXACTLY a virgin, but a real live male penis was the one thing that hadn’t been inserted into her since she’d met Chris. The very idea made her feel sick and she tried to concentrate on the waves of pain which swept up her torso from the gunshot wound through her belly each time he moved her even slightly.
Simon was surprised how easily his barely erect penis entered her. Grasping her buttocks as he knelt between her legs he thrust in and out of her as unearthly screams from further down the tunnel echoed around them. George, whom he had begun to think was unconscious, raised her head and looked at him with tears in her eyes, her lips moved but the screams drowned out anything she might be saying.
Eventually the screams became weaker and more pathetic, then stopped altogether. He tried thrusting even more vigorously but soon accepted he wasn’t going to come to an orgasm with this unresponsive unfeminine girl. In frustration he slapped her hard across her small breasts with the palm of his right hand. As he pulled out of her he asked “Did you love her?”
George replied flatly “She was my cousin.”
“I’m sorry” he replied.
After refastening his trousers he pulled his revolver back out and walked round the end of the bench saying “I shouldn’t have put you through that …” then he bent down pressing the barrel of the revolver against her temple.
At that moment Dave entered the chamber dragging Anne’s limp defiled body through the dust.
“What the Hell are you doing?” he thundered, just as Simon was about to pull the trigger.
“We agreed we can never let them go, so we might as well put them out of their misery.”
“You leave her alone. I can have quite a bit of fun with her yet” replied Dave with a grin.
“Its getting late now and we’ve got another meeting with Captain Jefferson first thing in the morning.” Simon reminded him.
“Well, we can have more fun after that then” said Dave looking at George’s body, still lying on her back stretched over the bench with her legs spread alluringly.
George fervently hoped they wouldn’t notice that Julian was starting to regain consciousness.
Simon shrugged his shoulders muttering “I doubt if she’ll last that long” as both men turned and left, sliding the slab of stone back across the entrance of their prison. There followed some knocking sounds as though metal bolts or wedges were being hammered into place. To George’s slight relief they had left the lamp hanging from the ceiling alight.
Julian’s head hurt. He also realised his face was grazed and his arms tied behind his back. Twisting round he was shocked to see a young girl’s naked body lying face down nearby. As he stared at what looked like red claw marks on the pale skin he realised with horror that it was his little sister Anne. In the dim light it was difficult to tell whether she was alive or dead.
Startled by a noise behind him he turned his head. He immediately recognised George’s short curly hair and tanned face as she dragged herself towards him but gasped with horror as he realised that, as well as being stark naked, blood was trickling out between the fingers of her right hand with which she was grasping the wound in her belly.
He started to ask George if she was alright but stopped, as she quite obviously wasn’t. He then looked back at Anne who had started crying and curled herself into a ball. “Anne! What have they done to you?”
“I’m cold” she whispered.
“I thought she was dead!” sobbed George.
“What happened, Anne?” Julian asked again.
“Nothing. It’s cold in here” she replied, shivering slightly.
Julian looked back at George who, with tears in her eyes, shook her head as she untied his wrists. Julian took off his t-shirt and gently put it onto Anne. As he stretched it down to cover her buttocks he glimpsed the bloodstains down the inside of her thighs. He felt sick. Ashamed that he could no longer bear to look at his little sister he stood up and walked across to the low entrance way and pushed and clawed at the stone blocking it.
“I think it’s secured from the other side” said George.
“Where’s Dick?” he suddenly asked.
George looked away from him, turning instead towards Anne, but Anne continued to just stare at the floor on silence.
“Dick’s dead” George said quietly.
Julian opened his mouth to ask how, but changed his mind and looked around their prison. In some ways it looked like a small chapel with the stone crucifix fixed to the end wall, the carved benches and a block of stone which might have been an altar. Yet there were also iron rings set at the base of the walls in several places which, together with the stone sealing the entrance secured from outside, suggested this wasn’t the first time the chamber had been used as a prison.
Not expecting a reply Julian asked “What is this place?”
“They referred to it as a priest’s hiding place” replied George who had started crawling across the floor towards him.
Julian sat alongside George and cradled her shoulders as she rolled onto her side then helped her to sit up leaning against him.
“I feel weak. And a bit thirsty.” George said hoarsely.
Julian looked round the chamber but the dim flickering light from the oil lamp didn’t reveal any water, not even any damp areas on the walls of the dry dusty floor. He held George tight to him, momentarily uneasy as her cold skin touched his slim bare chest. She shuddered and gasped uncomfortably and he held her arm. Despite his shock and pity he admired the rippling of her straining muscles as another spasm of pain shot through her body.
Julian realised that his jeans and pants were damp and when he looked down he was dismayed to see they were red from the blood still trickling from ragged hole torn in George’s belly as the bullet left her body. He wondered how much blood a person could lose and still live.
Concerned that any movement just added to her agony Julian started to release his grip on her to lie her on the floor.
“No!” George pleaded “Don’t leave me. Hold me tighter!”
As Julian pulled her back towards him George, wincing with pain as she twisted her body, wrapped her arms round him too.
“You feel nice …” George unexpectedly said “you feel …” her body arched back as the whole of her abdomen exploded in pain. When she coughed a few seconds later bitter watery blood filled her mouth and trickled down her chin to drip onto her small firm breasts.
Julian stared as nearly all her muscles tensed in pain, with a cold fear that any moment now he would lose her forever yet guiltily thinking he had never seen anything so beautiful.
As her body relaxed George struggled to continue speaking “You feel so smooth, your touch is so gentle.” She paused to clear her throat of more bloody bile “Nicer than Chris even … I could forget that you’re a boy.”
Julian was shocked to find he was getting an erection when he should be feeling sorrow and pity. His right hand moved to his waist, intending to hold his cock down from making a bulge in the front of his jeans. But as he moved his hand down her fingers touched his, and together they started undoing his belt.
Julian opened his mouth to tell her to stop but found himself saying “I love you, I love your body, I never realised you were so …” he couldn’t find the word he so desperately needed, ‘masculine’ didn’t seem quite right.
“Make love to me!” George gasped, spitting droplets of blood “Quick …”
“No!” Julian protested as her hands weakly tried to push his jeans down ‘It will hurt you. ..”
“Yes! I need hurt … I need you in me …”
Anne stared in horror as, while George screamed, Julian rolled on top of her contorted blood soaked body, with his jeans around his ankles, and vigorously thrust his pelvis against hers. He stifled her already weakening screams by pressing his lips over hers and forcing his tongue into her blood and vomit filled mouth. Yet George was holding him to her to make sure he didn’t pull away.
By the time Anne turned her head away in disgust George had thrown her arms aside but her limbs were still weakly twitching on the blood soaked floor beneath Julian’s still frantically heaving pale slim body. Soon afterwards there was silence, then she heard Julian sobbing quietly.
Anne closed her eyes tight, her head spinning. She didn’t think she could sleep, yet a while later she realised that she was in total darkness, the lamp having finally gone out.
Anne was awoken much later by the grating sound of the stone being slid aside from the doorway, moments later she was dazzled by a bright torch being shone at her. Then she heard a gruff voice laughing.
“Someone’s been enjoying themselves then!” guffawed Dave, seeing Julian lying shivering almost naked on the floor with his jeans and pants still wrapped around one ankle.
“Which one have you been screwing then?” he persisted, looking first at Anne huddled beneath Julian’s t-shirt, then at George’s bloodstained carcass on its back, legs and arms spread awkwardly and eyes unnaturally wide and still.
From the amount of dried blood on the boy’s face and torso the answer was obvious and, as he put out down a small coil of thin rope and replaced the hurricane lamp on the hook with the lit one he had been carrying in the same, hand, Dave continued with mock anger “Looks like you broke her before I got my go with her. I was looking forward to that all night!”
This was too much for Julian who sprang to his feet and faced his tormentor, who was actually a couple of inches shorter than him. Ignoring the revolver the man pulled out from under his jacket he sprang forward to grab his throat with both hands. As the gun crashed Anne saw a crimson spray of blood spurt from just below Julian’s left shoulder blade and stared at the white splinter of rib sticking up in the ragged hole in his back before blood welled up turning it red. Even as blood poured from his mouth and nose Julian maintained his grip on the man’s throat. Dave dropped the torch from his left hand while his second shot was less well aimed as his right hand dropped. The bullet entered Julian’s lower belly to strike his pelvis, making his buttocks jerk back and his legs buckle so that his naked torso slumped against Dave while he still desperately maintained his grip on his neck. But in fact the first bullet had done its job and moments later a small trickle of deep yellow urine splashed on the ground between his bowed legs before the boy’s slender body collapsed to the floor like a puppet that had had its strings cut.
Anne screamed.
Dave coughed and spluttered, then looked down in disgust at the bloodstains down the front of his grey suit and at the damp urine splashes down his trousers. He angrily kicked Julian’s still bleeding but lifeless corpse several times before his colleague Simon appeared, out of breath after he had run to investigate the two gunshots which echoed round the caves. He looked questioningly at Julian and George’s motionless bloodstained bodies.
“The boy tried to strangle me” Dave spluttered.
“What about the dyke?”
“She’s been long dead” replied Dave.
“So you never got to screw her then?” Simon laughed.
Glaring back at Simon he replied “I don’t care, the other girl’s the pretty one anyway. I need to go and get changed now thanks to this little shit!” giving Julian’s crumpled corpse yet another kick.
As Dave bent to leave through the low doorway he turned back and ordered “Take care of that little one, she’s one hot little bitch. I’m looking forward to a lot more fun with her, oh and make sure you leave her some water to drink.”
Once Dave had left Simon walked over to Anne, stepped behind her and, inserting his arms beneath her armpits lifted her to her feet. She showed no intention of standing unaided so he dragged her across the chamber to sit on the edge of the monolithic stone altar.
Anne just sat there, eyes closed, the smooth cold stone chilling her bare buttocks, awaiting her fate.
She felt him gently lift the hem of the loose t-shirt up over her breasts, then felt her arms lifted as he pulled it over her head then lifted it free of her arms.
She held her breath.
She didn’t recall hearing the stone being slid back across the entrance.
She hadn’t seen him holding a gun this time, but then he was most likely carrying it in a concealed holster.
Should she make a run for it?
She remembered Dick’s fate, she too would be lost in the dark without a torch. Was that preferable to whatever else might be in store for her?
Simon pushed her firmly back to lie down on top of the big stone block, she crossed her arms to cover her breasts and pressed her knees tight together.
He snarled menacingly “Don’t move” then picked up the rope Dave had dropped. He grabbed Anne’s wrists and pulled her arms from her chest and pulled them above her head. However he was frustrated that there was nowhere on the solid block of stone to secure ropes to bind her wrists, the low relief carvings on the side offering no point of attachment. He looked around the chamber, there were a few iron rings set low on the walls so he bound her right wrist and led the rope across to the nearest ring. He pulled the rope, dragging her arm off the edge of the altar, but before securing it he realised there would not be enough of the rope to similarly secure her other arm. So instead he had to be satisfied with just lifting Anne’s arms above her head and binding her wrists together.
He then moved to stand between her legs which were still dangling off the end of the stone. He tenderly stroked the inside of her thighs then moved his hands up towards her crotch. Anne started crying “No! Please no! He hurt me there.”
The moment Simon touched just the lips of her labia Anne shrieked and arched her body before trying to roll on her side. “It’s all right, I won’t touch you there again” he reassured her, moving instead to stand alongside her. He pushed her flat onto her back again and stroked her breasts, then moved his hands down to her belly which she drew in as he moved his fingertips across it.
He wanted to put her out of her misery. To put the gun against her head,or into her mouth and press the trigger. He moved both hands up to her neck and encircled it with his fingers. He squeezed it gently, she didn’t struggle. He felt an urge to squeeze it tighter, to feel her struggle for air, to twist and writhe as she realised she was dying at his hands. But he knew from experience that the neck of a strangling victim would look purple and bruised and that Dave would almost certainly take revenge on him if he disobeyed his instructions.
Frustrated he released his grip and instead turned and left the chamber. Hearing the stone being slid back into place this time Anne just curled up on the top of the stone, wondering why she had felt such a sense of relief when he had started squeezing her neck, and why she now felt frustrated and disappointed that he had left.
Only a few minutes later she heard the stone door being opened again and in panic she swung her legs off the altar and shakily got to her feet dreading what Dave might have planned for her.
But it was Simon who had returned. Following instructions he had brought a lemonade bottle filled with water and a white enamel mug which he placed against the wall as she cowered away from him, hunched forward with her arms wrapped tight around her abused body, slowly sinking to the floor.
He left again almost immediately, but she didn’t move for a long time, but just tried her hardest not to think at all. Not to look at the sprawled naked corpses of her brother and cousin, brown with dried blood. Not to remember the look of pleasure on Dave’s face as he had stretched and torn her tender vagina and clawed at her breasts and torso.
Instead she tried to concentrate on the empty hunger in her belly and the dry thirst in her throat and the numbing chill of the cold underground air on her bare skin.
She must have slept for several hours for when she opened her eyes again the huriicane lamp hanging from the ceiling was again getting dimmer, the edges of the wick starting to glow deep red as the last of the oil was burnt up. She was so cold. She crawled over to where Julian’s t-shirt had been dropped as Simon had stripped her and put it back on then, shaking, she shuffled hesitantly to where Julian’s jeans lay discarded by his feet. She hesitated for several minutes staring at them before pulling them up over her legs. However she couldn’t bring herself to fasten them at her waist but just lay on her side, still shivering, listening for the sound of Dave returning.
Suddenly the light flickered one last time then went out. She tried to remember where the bottle of water was, once she found it she drank straight from it before curling back into a ball in a futile attempt to keep warm.
She waited, sometimes awake, sometimes asleep, sometimes in just partial consciousness.
The darkness and the quiet was absolute. The air was completely still. Not a dripping of water, nor any sound of animals or insects. Not even the slightest glimmer of anything but absolute darkness even though she knew the cave walls were of pale cream stone.
Her belly felt painfully full of emptiness. She felt around for the bottle of water again, the light scraping of her hands on the floor shattering the silence. When she drank the water to fill her empty belly she felt sure her captors must hear her gulping wherever they were.
After that she fell into a deeper sleep.
She didn’t hear footsteps approaching. She didn’t hear the door fastenings being loosened and withdrawn. Only the heavy grinding of the stone slab being slid aside finally awoke her. Too weak to even sit up she just stared as the dazzling light of the torch which had been flashed around the chamber was directed straight at her.
She opened her dry mouth to say ‘no’ but no sound came out.
Terrified Anne heard a deep voice she didn’t recognise saying “That one over there might still be alive.”
The beam of the torch was turned aside and as her eyes became accustomed to light once more she could make out a tall thin man wearing a white topped peaked cap. The she heard another voice calling her name, she recognised that voice. It was Terry, the young fisherman.
When Terry had told the coastguard that he hadn’t seen the young campers for several days after he had shown them the hidden entrance to the caves, despite the young girl with them promising to call on him, he just laughed and said holidaymakers had better things to do than hang around chatting with the local lads.
Anyway everyone else was more interested in the men from London who had turned up in two black Ford Zodiacs and, with the assistance of the local police, stormed the big house up the wooded valley behind the village and taken away the men who had been renting it. The village constable said he had been sworn to secrecy under the Official Secrets Act, then with a wink said “Yer don’t want to tangle with MI5 our yer’l be a disappearing too!”
But when the next evening the coastguard discovered the almost hidden abandoned tents in a small quarry pit on the headland he had hurried to fetch Terry to show him the way into the caves hidden on the hillside. They wouldn’t have found the priests’ hiding place had it not been for the brown smears of blood on the floor leading to it.

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A Clockwork Orange

A young boy by the name of Alex living in future Britain where hooligans own the streets with the police at their mercy 4 young boys enjoy ultra-violence, rape, torture and other sadistic games. DARE YOU READ?

If I Had One Wish

All women deserve nothing more than to be worthless cum rags. Pussies deserve to be whipped, cream pied, and imprenanted by any man that desires to fuck them.

Sins of the flesh

ok before i begin iam a novice writer so if you already have high expectations and cant get off on a story because you see grammar mistakes or punctuation mistakes just click to another story i did my best so i apologize if there are errors if you would like to leave pointers on how i can improve me writing i would appreciate that well here gose please enjoy
Chapter 1
It was dark out, nearing 10 pm as she watched him walk into the grimy little bar for a beer to relax after work. Ashley followed him inside, inconspicuously, with the hunger aching deep within. The place was shady, the people were even worse but Ashley didn’t care. She was focused on the one thing she wanted from her next potential victim. It didn’t take much to coax Steven into taking her back to his room at the hotel she knew he was staying at. With a little flirting and a few suggestive whispers, he was hooked. The walk back wasn’t long, good thing, Ashley was starting to feel pain build from her insatiable craving.
The darkness cloaked him, hiding in the closet and out of sight. It suit Jesse. He was so used to the darkness and actually preferred it. His light complexion gave it away. Almost as if he’d been hidden from the world, for his eyes were a crystalline blue, nearly inhuman, but still with a touch of seduction. Jesse checked off his mental list of things for preparation. Everything was set, all he had to do was wait.
The click of the lock resounded as well as Ashley’s giggle at the door. Jesse felt his heart start to race and his adrenaline kick, the thrill alone of what was to come had excited him. He cracked the door open, only slightly and unnoticed, just enough to see out and remain unseen. He saw Steven standing there with Ashley, they were kissing and touching. His fingers threaded through her long black hair and brought his palms down over her shoulders and grab at her chest. “Enjoy it asshole, that’s the last playtime you’ll ever have”. Jesse felt the excitement increase but kept calm. He watched as Ashley pushed Steven down on the hotel bed, pinning his wrists back and biting at his neck playfully. She drew her hands beneath the pillow, right where Jesse had hidden the handcuffs. Steven was automatically suspicious of something after being restrained to the bed railing.
“What the fuck is going on?” Steven was beginning to panic.
“Shhh. It’s alright, I just wanna play.” With a sly smile, Ashley stood to the side of bed stripping down to nothing, and with the sight of her breasts and naked body, Steven calmed down and smiled. She laid beside him rubbing at his cock through his pants. A groan escaped his lips as Ashley unbuckled his belt and moved to tie his feet together.
“Now what the hell are you doing?” A shrill and disturbing giggle erupted from Ashley, Jesse’s cue to come from hiding. He made his appearance before the bound victim, drenched in black and chains. His frame wasn’t very large at all, but had the look of death about him. Intimidation emanated to the average Joe, but to Ashley, it was alluring. She watched him, beckoning him forward.
“WHO THE
” Steven tried to yell, but the sadistic woman shoved her pair of panties in his mouth to silence his attempted screams. She then walked toward Jesse, kissed him deeply, and begged to get started. Without hesitation, he went to the bathroom where his tools were hidden. All the while, Ashley toyed with the terrified man on the bed. A kiss here, a nibble there, and a hard bite to draw pain and blood. She licked her lips to the sweet nectar as Jesse reappeared, a scalpel, a wrench, and an ordinary kitchen’s butcher knife. The simpler the weapons the better, for the sheer entertainment. Ashley peered out of the window.
“The lot’s empty, perfect timing.” She walked teasingly slow toward Steven, yanked his hair back for his face to meet hers.
“Wanna know what happens if you scream? You see that wrench? I’ll slit your throat to be sure you don’t make any more noise. Then I’ll clamp your nasty ass cock between the teeth of that thing, and twist it off and let you bleed to death. So stay quiet, okay?” Ashley said with the sarcasm of speaking to a three year old. She held a finger to her lips. “Shhhhhh.”
“You’re a such a ruthless cunt.” Jesse smiled wryly, controlling his nervous laughter.
“Yeah, but you like it, so shut up and get to work
I’m starving.” Ashley blew Jesse a kiss, batting her eyes innocently.
“Like a demon dressed in a nun’s outfit.” With that, there was a knock at the door.
“Steven, honey let me in, it’s fucking cold out here!”
Jesse drew the knife so closely to Steven’s throat that he pierced the skin, a small blood droplet oozed down his neck. Ashley went to the door, opened a small bit only enough to show her own face.
“Oh I’m sorry, I must have the wrong room, I’m looking for my fianc?” Ashley grabbed the woman’s shirt collar and pulled her in so fast she was flung to the floor, with the door slamming behind her.
“What the fuck?!? You bitch!!!” The woman scrambled backwards on the ground, running into the bed post on the floor.
“You better shut the fuck up unless you‘re spoken too, or I’ll jam this god damned knife down into your mouth and another up your cunt!” Malice shadowed every part of Ashley’s face as she pulled a small knife from the nightstand drawer and threatened Steven’s fianc? “Now tell me your name, you ugly cunt.” The now terrified woman remained silent, still in shock and unsure how to react and if it was a trap. “SPEAK BITCH!” Ashley smacked her upside her head.
“Tara.” The tears began to stream from her eyes.
“Good, see that wasn’t so hard. Now lay on the other bed, away from your ever so faithful fianc?” Tara did as she was told, crying uncontrollably. Jesse tied her up with torn up sheets and gagged her with Steven’s boxers. He kissed her forehead gently, and leaned down to whisper in her ear.
“Good girl, good girls get rewarded, remember that.” Jesse cut off her clothes, the humiliation set in on Tara deeply. It showed as she looked away and turned red all over. Steve’s boxers were used to gag the petite redhead, and sheets were torn to bind her hands and feet.
“Now, where were we?” Jesse’s cynical remark brought total fear in the eyes of tortured man. “This is gonna be too much fun.” With that, Jesse took the scalpel and jammed it clear into the underside of Steve’s chin. Blood oozed quickly down over Steve’s neck and ran down Jesse’s arm. The scalpel moved with ease as clean cuts were made clear around the face. Steve no longer was a man to Jesse and Ashley. He was but a toy, a simple plaything to amuse themselves and a torture tactic to abuse Tara. Tara watched in utter horror and began to scream beneath her makeshift gag. A playful giggle came from Ashley as she pranced manically around the girl, pulling her hair and smacking her just to hear her shriek even more. Jesse stood up holding the sheet of fresh skin like a mask, Steven’s chest heaved. He was still alive, a muffled gurgle seemed to make its way through his throat. Steven coughed up a large amount of blood that dripped its way over the clean linen. Ashley got close, licked up a line of blood and laughed.
“He tastes close to death. Yum.” Jesse was already at work on Tara. He toyed with her at first. Jamming a cook’s knife into her pussy repeatedly, carving her from the inside out as she arched and tried her best to lash out. He sliced her open from clit to throat and did his magic work with the scalpel to her face like he did with Steve. She let out a blood curdling scream as the scalpel was now injected into the underside of her chin. Her skin seemed to peel off perfectly, as Jesse was now drenched in blood. From behind, Ashley placed the sheet of skin from Steve over Jesse’s face, tying a string to the back. He stood and turned to view his raven-haired lover, his eyes peering through Steve’s face. Jesse looked over to the bed, and noticed while he was working on Tara, Ashley had fun on her own. Steve was rolled onto his side and gutted, blood spilling everywhere and pooling on the ground. Her body was covered in red, a line of Steve’s sweet nectar was drawn down to her groin. Jesse knew then, that Ashley’s appetite was at its peak. Tara’s face was placed over Ashley’s. Now both predators have become the prey. Ashley reached for Jesse’s belt, snapped it off and zipped his pants open. She knelt at his feet and began to suck. Both Tara’s lips and Ashley’s lips worked themselves over Jesse’s shaft. His erection full on to what became a double blowjob. Gliding her mouth over his dick, Jesse came spewing his seed onto her tongue. He pushed her down to the ground, kneeling before her as he reached over and cut out Steve’s intestines to tie her hands to the nightstand legs. He watched as the warm blood flowed down Ashley’s arms, chest and stomach. His tongue followed suit and he found his way down between her legs. Licking her inner thighs, he slipped his fingers into her pussy. So wet, she started to drip over his hand and moan from beneath her human mask. Both corpses staring blankly as the hunger continued. Jesse’s heated form moved up Ashley’s body, groping and pawing at her tits as his hips moved between her legs, plunging his cock into her dripping pussy, just as Steven might’ve wanted to do. A small scream erupted under from Tara’s face. Ashley tugged and pulled against the slippery restraints, swearing as she neared her climax.
“Not yet, I’m not done with you yet.” Jesse pulled out and untied Ashley’s hands. Moving her on her hands and knees, Jesse used the intestines to wrap around his mistress’s neck as his cock disappeared straight into her cunt. One hand holding the choke collar like a noose, and the other hand gripping and pulling on her long hair. Ashley arched her back into Jesse as she tightened her pussy muscles over him. With a loud scream, Ashley’s juices washed over as she hit a powerful orgasm, coming hard as Jesse pulled on Steven’s guts to choke her quiet. One swift motion, Ashley had Jesse pinned to the ground, straddling his hips and reaching over to hack open Tara’s chest. A few loud cracks of bone, and Ashley had her prize. She ripped out her still heart and held it high above Jesse’s face. She squeezed it gently at first, letting it trickle steadily on his lips for a taste. Ashley’s hips began to sway, she could feel the wetness slip between her legs and she shivered. She clenched her fist and Tara’s heart popped and an explosion of blood splattered on Jesse’s body. Ashley came once again, this time to the sheer amusement of holding what was once living, and she turned it to nothingness. She brought her hands down and dug her nails in deep over Jesse’s torso. She loved to hear him moan and feel him breathe beneath her. She watched as her master’s eyes rolled back, feeling him thrust in harder and harder. With one final shove, he exploded deep inside Ashley’s pussy. She shuddered and leaned down to kiss his neck and run her hand through his hair. She lifted the Steve-mask and kissed Jesse’s bloody lips. After a quick smoke, the couple showered and changed, cleaned their tools and left the hotel room, leaving the “do not disturb” sign on the door handle. Together, they left nonchalantly and made their way off to their next city.

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