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Hey all, big old disclaimer here, if your not into rough, forced, non-consent, incest fantasies, OR you are too young to read such material, STOP READING NOW, this most likely is not your kind of story…
But, if this topics are right up your alley, and you are of age… continue on! Shoot me a message or drop a comment, let me know what you think.
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Never exploit the kind ones; they might just have something beneath their skin that comes out when pushed too hard. Story is not reflexive of this writer, maybe.
My second story to put up. Taking babysteps. Hope you all enjoy!
Scott walked into the captain quarters and went to captain Morse’s door and knocked. He could hear the shower shut off as the footsteps neared the door, unlocking it and suddenly Tyler appeared in a towel. “Can I help you cadet?” Morse would say. Scott was speechless for a min before Tyler cleared his throat and then Scott spoke “oh…umm Jax sent me here”. Tyler spoke sternly “I didn’t realize you two were on terms that allowed you to call him by his first name”. Scott stumbled at his next few words “I’m sorry sir” he would say as Tyler moved from the doorway allowing Scott into his apartment type dorm.
Sam and James from the seniors had just finished a long running session and everyone else went to the bunk, but Casey gave James and Sam permission to go to the lake to swim and work out there. Casey forgot Chris was there with Santiago. “Umm wait guys, why don’t you go to the pool. The juniors are there and besides I think there are currently lessons at the lake.” So the boys made their way jogging up the trails to the pool.
Captain Morse’s dorm was very nice and very modern; he made his way into his bedroom as he continued to talk to Scott. “So why did my fellow captain send you here anyway?” he spoke as he dried his hair and it was still wet and spiky when he tossed the extra towel into a hamper. Scott was suddenly behind him as he spoke “umm he said you going to be training and having a competition for something, so I was to come over and take care of your strained muscles and such , sir.” Tyler turned to face him “oh and how would you do that?” Scott spoke again “well sir, I want to study sport medicine and therapy if I go to college, so I know a little bit about massage, therapy, and relaxation. Sir” Tyler shrugged he thought perhaps it would be good, but at the same time her smirked wondering about how Jax may have found out about Scott’s gifts.
James and Sam trotted onto the sand of the lake front. Chris and Santiago were getting out of the water and drying off. “Gentleman?” Chris would say asking them basically what they were doing. Both Sam and James responded “sir, we have permission from the other lieutenant sir”. Chris would look at Santiago “well the juniors are all at the pool, but if ya wanted to stay here and practice I’m sure James and Sam would keep an eye on you. You don’t mind right boys?” Chris would now look at them and they would both shake their heads “not a problem sir.” Chris left and the two older boys and one younger boy made their way back into the waters of the calm lake.
Tyler told Scott there isn’t a chance they could do it in his bedroom, even if Scott kept suggesting it. So the living room of the dorm was set up. They used a long clothed bench type seat as the table in which Tyler would lie on and covered it with a blanket for extra cushioning. Tyler laid down on his stomach as his tighten his towel before he did. He jumped a little when he felt Scott’s greasy hands touch him, he was applying oil, and pressure between Tyler’s shoulder blades and he could instantly hear and feel the cracking of the tense back. This went on for close to a half hour and Tyler was practically melting; he was in-between heaven and a sleepy place, and it felt so damn good.
Scott would slide down and sit on the back of Tyler’s knees and begin to work his lower back, deep into the tissues he kneaded. Tyler would sigh, it felt great as Scott’s hands dragged down over his towel sliding it off as he rubbed Tyler smooth round bubble butt. Tyler felt his ass cheeks spreading as he felt Scott deliver a long, wet, warm lick up his entire ass. His body tensed “Scott…listen this cannot happ..” He was cut short as he felt Scotts tongue begin encircling his asshole. Tyler knew at once that Jax put him up to this but at the same time there was no way he was going to stop Scott now. Scott spread him farther and began poking at his ass as he flexed his tongue to make it hard straight.
The three boys were treading water in the deeper part of the lake. “So how are the lessons going Santiago?” James would ask. The young cadet would just nod his head up and down. Santiago was just trying to keep his head above water. Sam said something about a race and all three took off for the shore.
Tyler closed his eyes as he mellowed back into his sleepy state of mind, the pleasure was mind blowing as Scott ate out his ass. Tyler climbed up onto his knees, but remained on his chest and the pillow with his arms crossed under it. He simply lifted his ass up to give Scott more room. Scott took the hint and reached between Tyler’s legs as he licked and sucked on Tyler’s ass. He grasped onto Tyler’s colossal cock and almost froze. He stopped working on Tyler’s ass and moved to look at the hanging piece of meat. “Umm…uh….holy shit” was all Scott could say he never saw anyone so large. Captain Morse almost laughed. “Wow… everyone says Sam is the biggest…” “They will keep thinking that too, because no one will know about this cadet…ever!”
The three were drying off and Sam would give an unnoticed wink to James who smirked. “Hey junior cadet come in the boat house I want to show you something.” The two older boys lead the young cadet into the boat house which was really more of a storage shed. It didn’t take long before Santiago was on all fours being pounded from behind by James, as he was face fucked by the monster of Sam. “Oh god Sam… this kid is loose as hell, I bet Chris just got done banging the fuck out of him.” Santiago would try to nod but his face was being jammed into roughly by Sam who held the sides of his head.
Scott walked a few feet, before getting down and crawling toward Tyler on the couch. Scott got between his legs and then took hold of that monster, with both hands and still couldn’t really handle it. Scott began spitting on and lubing up that massive rod and as he jerked, pulled, and stroked with both hands and sucked on the enormous cock tip. Captain Morse sighed and moaned slightly, it’s been to long since he had this kind of attention “oh god yeah… that feels great max… keep going cadet”. Scott slowed for a second hearing captain Morse say the wrong name, but then shrugged it off, he wasn’t going to let Tyler little obsession ruin his chance with that beast of a cock.
Same was now laying on the floor on his back and Santiago was beginning to get used to that big dick in his little ass, he was definitely bigger then Chris, but that didn’t stop him from bouncing his tiny boy body up and down on it as he felt Sam pull him down so that they were chest to chest. Santiago realized that Sam stopped moving his hips and was resting with his thickness buried deep, but he also noticed that Sam now held him tightly. Those muscular arms held him tightly to Sam’s chest as he felt James kneel behind him and both of his hands rubbing gently on his ass; Santiago knew at once what they were planning and tried to struggle some.
Tyler’s cock went off like an erupting volcano as it sprayed into the air and ran down the side of his member into the waiting mouth of Scott, who licked and slurped at it. Tyler let out a huge sigh and watched as the young boy cleaned off his now softening cock. Scott licked his lips in a seductive manner and Tyler noticed he was looking off and turned to see what he was looking at. Max stood in the door way and then bit his lower lip, he nodded his head and turned walking away and out of the building.
Sam looked at Santiago and his nervous eyes “shhh baby it’ll be fine…” Santiago still struggled as he felt James dick begin to push alongside of Sam’s huge cock. James leaned down onto the little cadets back as he worked his cock roughly into him. The feel of the two cocks rubbing together as they both were buried deep in that tight boy ass was like nothing else. It was heaven as they glided on each other. Santiago was digging into Sam’s chest. The cadet was crying as the double fucking was taking place. This was a lot different than the times he asked for someone to stop but then began enjoying it, he wasn’t enjoying this. The pain was unbearable as he cried and the two only seemed to press deeper and become more forceful and more violent. James would grab him by his hair and press his face down as Sam took hold o the sides of the boys wet, tear soaked cheeks and began to aggressively kiss the boy. It’s a shame this had to be Santiago’s first kiss. But the boys tongue was caressed as he whimpered into Sam’s mouth. James came first; making the two gliding cocks feel even better as they rubbed together in that warm stickiness. James pulled out and gave Sam fucking room as he went t town now kissing and fucking the boy. James knelt down and began licking on Santiago’s ass and Sam’s cock as it entered and exited his now stretched hole. Sam’s began releasing a huge load into that worn ass.
Tyler just finished dressing and was making his way out the door and saw Jax. “Hey Jax can we talk”. Jax nodded his head and they walked and talked. “Umm first thanks for the present I guess…but listen max kind of interrupted and I think I should talk to him”. Jax totally ignored him and spoke “so are ya ready for your fight or what, its tonight… against spike… on his turf”. Tyler spoke “sir… I’m ready… but what about ma…” He was cut short as Jax stopped walking and held his shoulders, sighing as he spoke “listen Tyler… max was already in with the major… I tried to talk to him, but apparently some things changed…someone spoke on his behalf and along with the major they made a decision… Tyler…max is leaving GRAY ROCK ACADEMY…”
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A Mom take s a morning walk but meets trouble.
Further adventures of a sexual predator!
Blonde Teen runsaway with older Man
This is a sequel to “World of Warcraft fantasy: Elvish Graces”
Trish’s eyes fluttered open. She was dazed and confused. The last thing she remembered was being at a party. What happened after that? She felt groggy, and her head hurt. Where was she? The only lighting in the room was a dim light swinging on the ceiling. It was dangling relatively low. In fact, if she stood on the tips of her toes, she might have been able to actually touch it with her fingertips.
“I need to stop drinking,” she muttered to herself, rubbing her eyes.
She stumbled into a standing position and observed her surroundings. She found herself in a dark, gloomy room. The entire room was made of concrete, and it was dreadfully cold. There were no windows, and there was only one steel door in a corner.
“Let’s try this,” she sighed, walking over to the door.
To her dismay, the steel door was locked. She pounded on it. Hopefully, someone would hear her from the other side. She had no idea where she was. All she could remember was that she had been completely drunk. She must have passed out, but why was she here?
“Somebody help me!” she bawled in a desperate voice, pounding on the steel door again, “I am trapped in this room!”
Her pounding echoed. It was creepy in a way. She stopped pounding. It didn’t seem to be doing much good. She was not used to being ignored. She had never been in a situation where she did not get her way instantly. Her parents were very wealthy. She was perhaps the hottest, little, blonde girl in her high school. She was always dating and hanging with the popular guys.
She was a senior in high school and a relatively attractive young girl. She had curves that everyone noticed. Her ass was very thick, well-shaped, round, and plush. She never hesitated to swing it around as she walked, taunting every guy that saw her. Her skin was a slightly tan color. It was very smooth and soft. Her lips were well-formed and pouty, surrounded by full cheeks. Her thighs were also very thick and supple, and she did not bother showing them off as well with miniskirts. Her breasts were huge, large, and firm, and she always wore tight shirts so as to squeeze them together, causing any male that glanced at her cleavage to have an instant erection.
She felt a shiver run down her spine. It was way too cold in this gloomy room. She looked down and noticed that her attire had changed. At the party, she had been dressed in a pair of jeans and a ordinary shirt. She was now clad in a skimpy schoolgirl’s outfit, complete with a short plaid miniskirt that only covered one third of her round ass, lace panties, knee-high stockings, a button-down shirt, and a necktie. Her hair was also in pigtails.
“What the fuck?” she stammered, “Who the fuck dressed me in this?”
It wasn’t that she looked bad in this particular outfit. In fact, she looked rather hot in it. She just didn’t know who had put the clothes on her. The small shirt clenched her busty breasts together, the short skirt revealed her beautifully sculpted thighs, and the pigtails made her look all the more cute. Her curves were clearly outlined by the tight clothing.
“Somebody help me! Please!” she yelled, banging on the steel door.
The cold was beginning to get to her. She wrapped her arms around her body, squishing her breasts further together. Her soft skin felt numb, her teeth were chattering, and she felt as if she was freezing.
“Will somebody open this door!” she wailed at the top of her lungs.
As if to answer her, the door popped open, and two huge men in ski masks walked into the room. Before she could think of anything to say, Trish was forced face-first onto the ground. She struggled, but the men held her tight in the face-down position.
“What is this?” Trish screamed, “Let go of me! Where am I? Let me go!”
Her pleas were useless, and her struggling even more so. The two masked men had her arms pinned behind her back. The cold floor smothered Trish’s breasts, which were pinned very tightly against the concrete tiles. All she could do was kick her legs.
She watched as a third masked man entered the room. He was pushing a wheeled table in front of him. From her position on the floor, she could not tell what was on the table. It looked like one of the tables that doctors kept their utensils on. She struggled some more, but the two men held her in place.
Following the third masked man was an obese man in a detective’s coat. His entire body was covered by the huge coat, but his face was clearly visible. He was a rather ugly man. He had warts across his face, a giant nose with hairs sticking out of the nostrils, and crooked yellow teeth. His bald head gleamed in the dim light. He looked familiar to Trish for some odd reason.
“Tie her arms behind her back and her ankles together,” the ugly bald man ordered.
One of the masked men that was holding Trish down produced a long, thick piece of rope. He fastened Trish’s arms behind her back firmly and tightly. She squirmed around, but it was useless. The knots were tight. He brought her kicking legs to a forceful halt and tied the ankles together as well. Then, leaving some rope, the three men left. They locked the door behind them.
“Who are you?” Trish demanded, “Let me go!”
The ugly man cackled with a sinister grin. Trish tried to climb to her feet, but with her arms behind her back and her ankles tied together, it was impossible. She just stayed in that position, face-first into the ground. Her nipples were beginning to feel extremely numb from the cold concrete floor.
“Who are you?” she yipped again, glaring up at the ugly man.
“My name is John McCoy,” the hideous man laughed, “And you are Trish Clover. I visited your school sometime back. I am a representative for Blankton University. You remember me now?”
At that instant, it all came rushing back to Trish. Blankton had been her dream school since she was a little girl. Of course, when a representative visited her high school, she was the first to ask questions. This man was the man that had visited her school. He had seemed very interested in her, asking her many questions.
“Did you ever wonder why a representative from one of the top schools in the nation would be so interested in a girl with such mediocre grades?” the old man laughed.
“Because,” Trish began.
“Surely, you did not think that Blankton actually wanted you,” John smirked, “We are ranked very high. Why would we want a girl with such a poor performance in school?”
Trish had not really thought about it. She had always wanted to go there. It was a little odd that such a prestigious school would be interested in a girl with her academic performance. John had seemed interested in her, but she had not really thought about why he had been.
“I just wanted to get your personal information,” John chuckled, “I wanted your name, your address, and so on. You know why?”
Trish was stunned and in disbelief.
“I wanted you!” he answered his own question, “You see, I am part of an exclusive club. It is for the people that are more wealthy than most. Basically, it is a club for rich people. You know what this club does?”
“I don’t care!” Trish cried, “Just let me go! Please! Let me go!”
“Our club is for rich people that are angry and need to get stress out in some way. We pay a monthly fee, and in return, we get to have innocent people trapped in these cold, concrete rooms,” he smiled, “And we get to torture them!”
Trish eyes lit up with horror.
“And for a higher price, we can pick the gender of our victim,” John grinned, “Some of the club members like to torture people to get anger out of their system. In which case, gender is not a big factor at all. I, on the other hand, like to torture young girls because it turns me on!”
“Don’t!” Trish cried, “Please! Don’t hurt me!”
“And for a higher price,” John continued to explain, “We get to select the victim’s age and race. For an even higher price, we get to pick a specific person. The moment I saw you, I knew that I had to have you inside of this chamber. That outfit? It was my selection. You like my taste, sweetie?”
Tears streamed down Trish’s beautiful checks. She could not believe this was happening. What was going on here? This couldn’t be real. She struggled to get into a standing position. It was still impossible. Every time she made the slightest bit of progress, John pushed her back down with his foot.
“Don’t be afraid,” John whispered in a taunting voice, “I am only here to have some fun with you, Trish.”
“No!” Trish screamed, “You will go to jail for this! Let me go! Please! I promise I won’t tell anyone!”
“Hush, little baby,” John sang softly.
Her begs did not help her situation. In fact, those begs for mercy only turned the sick bastard on more. John’s cock was growing hard. Trish could clearly see the huge erection pushing outward on the detective’s coat. It was throbbing with intensity.
“Let me go!” Trish helplessly demanded, squirming on the ground.
John grabbed Trish by her right arm, pulling her into a standing position. He brought her body very close to his body with her back to him. Her ass sunk into his crotch. The warmth turned him on. She felt the bulk grow, pressing into her plush ass. She closed her eyes, hoping and praying that this was all just a bad dream.
“Oh, baby!” John moaned, “You are so fucking sexy.”
His left hand reached over her body, forcing its way between her fastened legs and grabbing her inner thigh. It felt so warm and inviting. He gripped it, squeezing it roughly. His right arm held her body close to his body by wrapping around her waist. She squirmed a bit, but there was very little she could do while tied up. He sunk his face into the side of her neck, inhaling heavily.
“You smell nice,” he moaned, “You know, Trish, most people like to muffle their victims. Most people like to gag them, tape their mouth shut, or do something to stop their screams. I don’t. I love your screams. Scream for me, bitch!”
His left hand slid up her thick thigh and underneath her white, lace panties. He gripped tightly on her pussy lips, scrunching her privates with his fist. Her eyes were still closed, and tears were pouring down her cheeks. She felt his hand twisting her pussy lips around, gripping and pinching the outer vagina. The tight grip of his fist hurt.
“Ouch! Stop it!” she screamed.
“Sweetie, you are bound and tied up in a concrete cell with a crazed rapist,” John whispered, “I’m going to hurt you. I am going to hang you up and whip you raw! No one will ever find you!”
His grip tightened on her pussy. He was twisting it harder than ever now. Pain ran through her body. She was in a helpless situation. Tears continued to stream down her cheeks. John chuckled and licked them from her face. He began kissing all over her neck. She felt his crotch grow in size, pushing against her thick bottom.
“Oh, it is time!” John sneered.
“Huh?” Trish exclaimed.
Before she knew it, John had spun her body around. She was now facing John. He was still holding her body close to his. His right arm wrapped around her small of her lower back, keeping her pushed against his body. His left hand reached around, rubbing one of her ass cheeks. It was so soft, so inviting. He squeezed it.
“It is time for you to dance for me, baby!” John cackled.
His left hand reluctantly let go of her ass. With his right arm still holding her body against his, he used his left hand to tighten her necktie. It choked her a bit, and she felt her throat’s air passage being cut short. He reached up to the low-hung light and tied the end of her necktie to the chain that the the light was hanging from, forcing her on her tip-toes.
“Oh, God!” Trish gasped.
Since the tie was attached to the ceiling, it pulled her head up in such a way that forced her to look directly into the bulb, which made her squint. Even on her tip-toes, it was hard for her to breathe.
“I want to see your sexy ass dance,” John laughed.
“What?” Trish yelped.
It was hard for her to talk with her throat’s air passage cut so short. She had to gasp for air, inhaling in gulps. She also couldn’t move anywhere. All she could do was slightly sway her body back and forth or right and left. Standing on her tip-toes really restricted her movement. It didn’t take long for Trish to discover what John meant when he said dance. John grabbed an item on the rolling table. It was a Cat-O-Nine-Tails whip. She could barely see it out of the corner of her eye, which was watering from looking directly into the light.
“No!” she screamed, “Please! Don’t!”
Paying no attention, John ripped off Trish’s white shirt. Buttons spilled across the floor. He threw the shirt at her feet, which were still on their tip toes and tied together. He ripped open her bra as well, revealing her well formed breasts. She shrieked. Calmly, he pulled her her skirt, panties, and knee high socks down to her ankles. She was completely naked. She felt so cold.
“Dance time!” John growled, standing back.
Crack! The nine-tailed whip cracked against her ass. John swung it around again. Crack! She screamed in pain and agony. Tears streamed down her cheeks. It was all in vain. She could not even move! All she could do was scream. Crack!
“Ouch!” Trish screamed.
Visible red marks were spread across her soft, plush ass cheeks. Chuckling, John swung the whip again, this time on her big, beautiful breasts. Swat! She let out a cry of pain. The full breasts jiggled as they were smacked. She could do nothing about it. All she could do was sway back and forth, crying to herself. Swat!
“No! Ouch!” Trish screamed.
Swat! John paused for a second. He walked close to Trish again. He bent down and began to lick the tip of her right breast. His tongue swirled around the nipple. He then began to suck on the tit, wrapping his lips around the upright perk. She struggled, but it did no good. Suddenly, she felt his teeth clench onto her tit. She screamed in pain.
“Yummy! I’m going to bite your cute little tits off, you cunt!” John hissed between his teeth.
The grip of his teeth on her tit was unbearable. She let out another cry and another scream. She begged and pleaded, but the clenching of his teeth only got harder. Was he really going to bite it off? She felt his teeth pulling on it. The flesh around her tit stretched out. Yet again, she screamed. The teeth tightened. He swung his head around, stretching the breast out more.
“Ouch!” Trish screamed, “Stop! Please! Stop! It hurts!”
His teeth let go, and she let out a sigh of relief. The tit must have swollen at least twice its original size from the harsh treatment it had endured. It was still very difficult for her to breathe, and her feet were beginning to cramp from being on the tip-toes for so long. John’s palm rubbed her swollen breast, caressing it softly.
“Please,” Trish begged, “No more.”
John stepped back again, and swung the whip. Smack! The nine tails assaulted her breasts again. Swat! They whipped her ass cheeks. She swayed around, but it did no good. Crack! They cracked against her butt cheeks again. Swat! Yet another smack on the butt. The nine tails really hurt. Every strike was followed by her sexy scream. Slap! That one was on her breasts. Smack! That one swatted her belly.
“Ouch!” she cried.
John grabbed her by her pigtails with his right hand, pulling her body towards him. He clenched his teeth onto her right breast again. She shrieked. Not again!
“No!” she screamed, “Stop it! Stop it! It hurts!”
“Oh, scream, you cunt!” John hissed, letting go of the grip his teeth had on her breast.
He stepped back. Swat! Another time across her ass. Her back arched, and she cringed in utter pain. He walked in front of her and swung the whip again. Crack! It smacked her across her belly. She could not take it. It hurt so bad. She struggled, and she felt the tie gripping her throat.
“Ouch!” she whimpered, “Stop! Please! Ouch!”
“Oh, yeah!” John cackled, “Scream!”
Crack! Across her belly again. The pain shot through her body. She was helpless. He walked behind her and swung the whip. Slap! The nine tails stung as they whipped across the back of her thighs. Swat! Each tail left a throbbing red streak on her skin.
“Ouch! Ouch!” Trish shrilled.
John dropped the whip and walked up to her again. Face to face, he reached his hands around her, hugging her closely. She was still on her tip toes, still looking up at the light. He pushed her plush and supple body against his. She was so warm! He pinched her swollen right breast. She closed her eyes, ready for another bite. However, this time, he did not bite down on it. He loosened his pinch and began rubbing it with his palm. He squished it, squeezed it, and slapped it around.
“Yes!” John whispered, “Nice! Just as soft and cushiony as I dreamed you would be! Oh, yes! I’ve been planning this for such a long time, Trish!”
“Please,” Trish whimpered, “Don’t.”
“Now,” John chuckled, “You get fucked!”
He let her body go for a bit. She was gagging on the choking grip of the necktie. He reached on the rolling table and took a big knife. She shrieked. He brought the knife up, and to Trish’s disbelief, cut the necktie. She fell to the ground, gasping for air. She could breathe!
“Open your legs, bitch!” John commanded, holding the knife in a menacing way, “Open them up, sweetie, or I will slice off your swollen breast!”
“I can’t!” Trish cried, “You tied my ankles together!”
“Bitch, don’t get an attitude!” John yelled, “I know you can open your knees up! Open your fucking knees, baby, and let me slide in between your legs. I am going to fuck you!”
“No!” Trish screamed, “You aren’t fucking me!”
Angered, John grabbed Trish by the neck. He choked her and lifted her into a standing position. He spun her around so that her back was to him. Again, his right arm wrapped around her waist so as to grip her body close to his body. She struggled, but since she was tied up, it did no good. His left hand, which held the knife, went to her throat. He ran the dull side of the knife across her neck.
“You are going to open up,” John smiled.
He put the knife back onto the wheeled table. Trish’s body squirmed around, but John kept her mushed close to him with his right arm still around her waist. She felt his large cock push against her ass cheek through his detective’s coat. She whimpered. He grabbed an electric device, which was no larger than a television remote control, from the wheeled table.
“You know, Trish,” John whispered, “You should have listened, honey. This thing is used for unruly cattle and animals.”
Trish could see two pointy tips at the top of the device. John clicked a button on the small device. There were three levels of voltage on the device – low, medium, and high. He turned it onto medium. An electric current sparked from one tip to the other. It gleamed in the air with a weird zapping noise. The electric current flowed across the tips. She shrunk back in fear and trepidation. That line of electricity looked frightening.
“It is used to electrically shock them when they aren’t doing what they’re told,” John snickered, “You are my pet, and you aren’t doing what your told, baby. I have no choice.”
He turned off the device, moved it down to her pussy, and let the two tips touch her pussy lips, cramming it between her tightly fastened thighs. He shoved the device deep into her pussy. He snickered. She was scared now, and he could tell. She was going to open her legs for him. He already knew he had won.
“No! Don’t turn it on!” Trish gasped, “Please! Help me! God! No! Not There!”
“Ready to open those legs?” John asked.
“Yes! Yes! Anything! Please!” Trish pleaded.
“Well, nothing assures me more than a little voltage up your pussy!” Johns hissed, “Here we go!”
“Please! No! I’ll do anything! I’ll do everything you want me to do!” Trish pleaded, “I will open my legs! I will suck your cock! You can fuck me! Anything! Just don’t shock me! Please! Don’t shock me! Please! Don’t!”
John’s right arm gripped her body tighter than ever now. He was holding her tightly against his body. He could feel her squirming, he could sense her fear, and he loved every single perverted second of it. He smiled. He loved letting girls think that he was going to let them off the hook.
“Well, baby,” John hesitated, “That was pretty convincing, but I still want to shock you!”
“No!” Trish screamed.
His right hand grabbed a handful of blonde hair, bringing her head backwards next to his. He kissed her lightly on the cheek. His left hand kept the device crammed deep into her pussy. He turned it on medium. Bzzt! The electric shock ran into her beautiful body, causing her to jolt. Her eyes widened.
“Ye-oawww!” she screamed, “Yeeek!”
“Just so we understand each other,” John whispered.
The current kept flowing through her body, causing her to squirm ferociously. John adjusted the current from medium to high. The jolt shot up through Trish’s body harder. Her eyes were wide open, and her mouth was ajar. She was screaming for her life. She was screaming at the top of her lungs, and it made John all the more horny. High voltage ran through her sexy little core.
“Yaaa-ouch!” she screamed, shaking uncontrollably, “Oh God! Eeaahh! Stop! Aaah! No! Aaah!”
“If you live through this, sweetheart, I am going to fuck you!” John whispered.
His left hand buried the device deeper into the blonde beauty’s pussy. She screamed, and tears rolled down her pouty cheeks. Why hadn’t she just opened her damn legs? Why did she have to be so stubborn? She regretted refusing to open up for this pervert. Things had gone from bad to worse. The smell of burning flesh filled the air. Her pussy was being damaged. Smoke began flowing into her nostrils from her burning pussy.
“You’re cooking!” John giggled, “Are you ready to fuck, baby?”
“Ye-oawww!” she screamed, “Yes! Just get that thing out of my bod-eeaahh! Aaah! Yaaa-uuuh! Uuuh!”
John stuffed the device in as deep as it could go for one last moment. Trish cried out in pure agony. John then turned off the electricity. Trish nearly fainted. The electricity had been painful. John let her body fall to the floor. She felt jittery. Her pussy felt as if it were on fire. Smoke was coming out of the lips, and the entire crotch area seemed burnt and cooked.
“That was hot,” John chuckled, “Literally.”
Trish cried, lying on the floor face-up. Without even being asked to, she opened her knees up, revealing her cooked pussy. John smiled. He was basking in the glory of what he had done to this poor, innocent girl. He had ruined her! Her pussy was damaged beyond repair, and he was proud of it. She had become his sick work of art. He was an artist!
“It smells like steak,” John licked his lips.
“My legs are open,” Trish sobbed, “Do what you want. You win. I will fuck.”
“Oh, Trish,” John smiled, “Have you lost all hope? Well, let me tell you something, sweetheart. Your pussy is entirely too burnt for me to fuck. My dick only goes into places that are fresh and raw.”
“So you aren’t going to fuck me?” Trish asked, somewhat confused.
“Oh, I still will, baby. Don’t worry about that. I will fuck you in your sweet asshole. Besides, I am aware of the fact that some guys have fucked your pussy already,” John laughed, “I will, however, be the first to take your ass!”
Trish shuttered at the thought. She had never been fucked in her ass. Many of her boyfriends had fucked her, but none of them in her ass. That had always been her requirement. That was her stipulation with sex. She had promised herself that she would never ever take it in the ass.
“But don’t bother turning over,” John smiled, “I still have some use for your wide open legs.”
“What are you going to do?” Trish asked, someone intimidated.
John chuckled, but did not answer the question. He grabbed something from the rolling table, but Trish could not see what it was. He stuffed it into his coat pocket. Trish did not know what was going on. She decided not to resist. If she resisted, that electric shocker might come back. What if his plans were worse than the shocker? Not likely. Nothing could be worse than that form of heartless torture.
She allowed John to crawl into the loop that was formed by her open knees and her tied ankles. She was now underneath him, but her legs were straddling his body. She discovered that it was now impossible for her legs to close because his body was blocking her knees. Her vagina was now clearly accessible to this pervert. She didn’t care. There wasn’t much more damage he could to do it anyways.
“Good girl,” John smiled, “You’ve learned.”
“Just,” Trish sobbed, “Just do what you want and be done. I can’t stop you.”
John nodded with a sinister grin. He then produced the object Trish had not been able to see from his coat pocket. It was the big knife he had used to cut the tie earlier in the session. He held it in his left hand. She was a bit scared. What was this crazy maniac going to do now?
“What’s that for?” Trish whimpered.
“Well,” John snickered, “I thought since your pussy smelled so much like steak, perhaps it tastes like steak.”
“Then lick it and see,” Trish retorted.
“Oh, no, no, no,” John crowed, “I plan on eating it like a real steak. I plan on cutting your pussy out of your body! Cut the entire area out and eat it like a steak! Yummy!”
“No!” Trish screamed.
This would be even worse than that extremely painful electric device. He was actually going to cut a portion of her lovely body off and eat it! He was a cannibal! She struggled around, but it really did no good. She could not hide her pussy from this gross man. John sat up. Trish was lying in front of him, and her legs were wrapped around his waist. Her knees were wide open. He could cut off the entire area in one circular slice. It smelled cooked and ready to be devoured by his watering mouth. He panted at the thought of it. Then he remembered something.
“Trish,” John whispered.
Using his right hand to grab a fist full of hair, he pulled her body into a sitting position so that she was face to face with him. Trish felt her hands begin to go numb. They had been tied behind her back for such a long time, and those knots had been fastened in a very tight fashion. The ropes were cutting off blood circulation to her hands.
“Do you remember,” John inquired, “When I came to visit your school?”
“Yes,” Trish moaned, “It was the happiest day of my life. I didn’t know it would lead to this.”
“Well,” John smiled, “I will give you a choice. If you answer my question, I will not cut off and devour your cooked pussy. Deal?”
“Yes, yes, anything,” Trish stuttered.
“When I went to visit you that day, there was this other girl that you were hanging around before you came and talked to me,” John recalled, “Who was she?”
“I don’t know who you are talking about,” Trish grunted.
The day John had visited the school as a representative, he had seen Trish mingling with another girl. She wasn’t as hot as Trish. However, the girl was rather cute. John had not bothered stalking her because he had been too obsessed with Trish at the time. However, now that he had Trish to himself, he was a little curious about Trish’s little friend.
“Sure, you do,” John threatened, running the tip of the knife in a circle around Trish’s beloved pussy, “She shorter than you. She was also blonde. She had very thick ass. She was a very cute, young lady. She was obviously not as gorgeous as you, but she was very attractive. Ring a bell?”
“I don’t kn…”
The knife pressed deeper into her flesh. If John pressed any harder, it would puncture the skin. She gasped. She did not want to give this pervert the chance to hurt her friend, but she also did not want her pussy to be cut out of her body. The knife threateningly made its way in a circular motion around her pussy.
“Okay!” Trish exclaimed, “Her name was Katie.”
“Katie what?” John demanded.
“Katie Mae,” Trish sobbed, “Don’t cut out my pussy.”
“Is she a senior like you?” asked John, still pressing the knife hard on her pussy’s surrounding flesh.
“No,” Trish sobbed, feeling helpless traitorous to her friend.
“Well, what grade is she in?” asked John with a menacing tone.
“She is a freshman in high school,” Trish cried, “Don’t hurt her. She’s only a freshman.”
“Underage pussy,” John cackled, “I like the idea.”
“Please,” Trish begged, “I told you what you want. Please don’t cut my pussy out of my body.”
“I did promise that I wouldn’t,” John said, letting Trish’s hair go.
Trish fell into a lying position again. The ugly man was still sitting in between her legs. She had betrayed her friend. She felt horrible. She was a traitor! How could she do this to her friend? However, she had saved her pussy from being removed and eaten, or so she thought.
“The thing is,” John chuckled, still running the tip of the blade around Trish’s cooked pussy, “I lie a lot.”
“No!” Trish screamed, “You promised!”
The knife sunk into the skin around her pussy, cutting a circle around the cooked portion. She screamed in complete and utter pain. She squirmed harder than she had ever squirmed in her life, but it was all in vain! After a few times of cutting around the burnt pussy, John tore it out of her crotch area with his left hand.
“Aaahhh!” Trish let out an agonizing scream.
“Yes!” John roared, holding to pussy up victoriously.
Blood spurted from the hole that he had created between her thick, supple thighs. Red liquid rolled down his arm as he lifted the pussy high into the air. Trish kept screaming. Blood was everywhere! The area between her legs, which was once cursed with a burning sensation, was now completely throbbing in pain. He had completely detached the pussy lips, the hole, the vagina, and the clitoris from Trish’s body. Between her lovely legs now was just a bloody mess.
John moved the pussy to his mouth. He ferociously took a bite out of the clitoris part. It was chewy, juicy, and tasty. It was better than steak. He took another bite of the delicious meat. He loved it. She was the tastiest piece of meat that he had ever eaten. After completing about half of it, he looked down at Trish’s crying face.
“Want a bite?” he asked.
“You disgust me!” Trish screamed.
“You need to eat,” John laughed, “Open wide!”
Trish refused to open her mouth. Aggravated, John pushed his left hand, which held the leftover cooked meat to her face. She refused to open her mouth. She was determined not to eat herself. Besides, he couldn’t threaten her anymore. She knew that if she did what he said, he would still hurt her anyways.
“Oh, so you want me to force it in, baby?” he asked.
Trish mouth simply refused to open. He continued pushing the piece of meat into her face, but it was going nowhere. She would not open her jaws. She was entirely too stubborn. John would have to find a new way of doing this. He was quite angry at this point.
“I didn’t want to have to do this, honey,” John huffed, “But you made me!”
With his left hand still smearing the pussy on Trish’s lip, he grabbed the knife with his right hand. Trish’s eyes lit up wide with fright. He jammed the knife into the bloody mess between Trish’s legs, twisting it around. Blood splattered everywhere, and Trish screamed on instinct. Upon Trish’s mouth opening, John shoved the rest of her pussy into her mouth. He then swiftly used his now free left hand to block her mouth, so she could not spit out the meaty flesh.
“Chew and swallow, bitch!” John commanded.
Trish’s jaw refused to move. John’s left hand continue to block the cooked meat from coming out. Trish was disgusted by the fact that her own privates were now in her mouth. She was tasting it with her own tongue. It was disgusting. She was completely appalled.
“We don’t waste food, bitch!” John screamed.
His right hand stabbed Trish’s demolished crotch with the knife again. Blood squirted out. She cried out, but it was muffled from the hand and pussy meat blocking her mouth. She sobbed. Tears rolled down her beautiful cheeks. She was doomed. The stab came again. She jolted in pain.
“Chew and swallow!” John demanded.
Reluctantly, Trish began chewing. As she chewed, blood rushed into her mouth. Weeping and crying, she chewed up her own pussy and swallowed it with a large gulp. John removed his hand, pleased with what he had accomplished. Trish glared up at him with hateful eyes. For fun, John gave her crotch area another stab. Blood squirted out again. Trish wailed. This time, John stabbed deeper, causing blood to squirt higher and onto his face.
“My dream has come true,” John giggled, “To bath in the blood of my baby.”
“I am not your baby!” Trish screamed.
John chuckled and stood up. He stepped out of the loop that was formed by Trish’s legs. Instantly, Trish shut her legs. She was not about to let this pervert do anything else to her sexy body if she could help it. He had already ruined so much.
“Close those legs up tight, honey,” John snickered, “There’s nothing to protect between them anymore. I already took the prize, sweetie.”
John was so proud of himself. This had been his best session ever! Never had he tortured a girl to this extent. Trish was perfect, and he had tortured her in almost every possible way. He was a sick pervert, and he was beaming with pride. He looked down at his work of art. It was beautiful. He turned her body over. There was no need for those pretty legs to be open now. He could fuck her ass with of without the legs being open. In fact, the contracted form of the asshole when the legs were closed would make for a better anal invasion. She squirmed as he held her.
“Get your hands off of me!” she yelped.
John didn’t pay any attention to the demand. He ripped off his detective’s coat, revealing his entire body. Trish was completely revolted. His belly was very fat, his chest drooped, and his large cock had random moles and hairs on it. He looked disgusting.
“Ugh!” Trish expressed her disgust.
A little angered by this expression, John got on all-fours. Trish lay face-down beneath him, arms tied behind her back and legs tightly shut. He shifted into a kneeling position. He then pulled Trish up by her pigtails into a kneeling position in front of him. He smothered his cock with her backside. He placed his head on her shoulder, breathing in the scent of the bitch. He licked her ear.
“We’re going to see if your tight, little, teen, virgin asshole can take my entire twelve inch cock!” John whispered into her ear, “I didn’t put any lubricant on it, so I can just rip it into you dry!”
“No!” she screamed, “No! Please don’t! Not in my ass! Haven’t you done enough? God! No! Please!”
He let his cock feel the warmth of her buns. He sunk in cock into the plush ass cheeks. Oh, it was so warm and inviting. He slipped his cock to the tiny asshole. It was very, very small. He tried to shove it in. It was too small and tense. She was tensing it.
“Oh, that’s right, sweetie buns,” John said happily, “Tighten that ass! Fight it, cunt! Make me force it in!”
John’s two arms wrapped Trish body, pulling her very close to her. His left arm was fastened around her waistline, while his right arm gripped her neck. There was no escape for her. She was about to suffer a major anal fucking session. She cried out in pain. John’s cock broke through the tight barrier and sunk into the constricting hole.
“Come here, pussy!” John hissed, using his arms to shove her body deeper into his.
“Ouch!” she cried out.
The cock forced its way into her asshole. She felt pain jolt through her body. She was helpless. All she could do was squirm, and the squirming actually turned the pervert on more and more. She still continued to squirm. The cock was tearing her ass up. Pain shot through her body.
“No! Please! Ouch!” screamed Trish, “No! Ouch!”
Her whining, her complaining, and her pleads did not help her at all. The cock began going deeper and deeper. It was only about one forth of the way in, but she already felt like she was in hell. John tensed his cock more, forcing it in deeper.
“Take it, bitch!” He grunted, “Only nine more inches to go, cunt!”
“Ouch! Please! Ouch!” Trish squirmed.
“Keep squirming, bitch! Yes! Oh, yes, bitch! Squeeze that asshole!” John moaned, “I want to force it into you! I want to rip your asshole apart!”
Her asshole began to tear open. She felt so helpless. The edges of the hole began stretching more and more. She closed her eyes, praying to God. There was nothing else she could do. John forced it in harder. Suddenly, the asshole ripped. The edges of the hole gave way and split into a large slit, allowing the cock the slide in easily. Blood trickled down her inner thigh. The ripped asshole was emitting internal blood, coating John’s cock with bloody bliss.
“You are my fuck doll, now! Mine!” John screamed in joy, shoving his cock harshly in and out of the destroyed bloody asshole.
“Ugh,” Trish moaned, becoming limp.
She had given up trying to resist. Her asshole had been ripped apart and torn to shreds by John’s massive cock. There was no hope in keeping anything out. All twelve inches of pure sexual pain pushed in and out of her asshole. Blood was trickling down her thighs. She was squirming, rubbing her fastened legs together and spreading the blood across her inner thighs.
“Oh, yes!” John gasped.
His right arm moved down to her right tit, the one that had previously been toyed with by his teeth. He pinched it really had with thumb and forefinger, causing more pain to the poor, little girl. She shrieked, she cried, she begged, and she screamed. All of this only made John’s massive cock throb harder. It pulsed rapidly in her asshole.
“Oh, yes! Scream for me! Uh! Scream!” he yelled.
With his right hand still pinching on Trish’s swollen nipple, his left arm clutched her head. He wadded a mass of blonde hair into his fist and pulled her head back, making lip to lip contact with her mouth. He continued to brutally pump in her asshole as his tongue probed her mouth. After a minute or two of tonguing, he let go of the lip lock.
“Scream!” he cried out, shoving his cock deeper into her bloody asshole.
“Ouch!” she cried helplessly.
“Yes! Scream! Make me cum hard into your asshole, bitch!” he bellowed, “I am cumming!”
He gripped her head tightly with his left hand, pulling it back hard. His right hand was no longer pinching her tit. It was now twisting it in a painful circle, nearly an entire way around. He exploded into her injured asshole. Warm sticky liquid filled up the damaged slit. She wept. There was nothing pure about her anymore. She had been manhandled and beaten by this monster. Now, she had been anally raped. She was hopeless and helpless.
John let go of Trish, and she fell to the concrete floor. Blood was leaking all over the floor. Her pussy had been demolished, and half of it was inside her own digestive system. She was lying in a puddle of her own blood. She was face first on the floor, soaked with her own blood.
“I own you, bitch!” John stated, climbing to his feet.
Trish rolled over in the puddle so she was face up. She looked up at the man that had fucked her, stolen her pride, and destroyed her sweet body. She had given up. There was no hope. She sniffled. John smiled at her. She was so beautiful, lying soaked in blood. She belonged to him, and she had accepted it.
“Who is your fucking owner, cunt?” John asked.
“You,” she cried.
John knelt down beside his artwork. She was crying. A place in his heart felt a little pity for her, but the horny side of his mind was far stronger. His hand clasped her inner thigh. She didn’t even bother pinning her legs together to try to hinder his efforts. He began squeezed the inner thigh tightly and roughly.
“So thick,” he commented.
He wasn’t done. He picked the knife up from the floor. She knew what was coming, but she wasn’t strong enough to fight it. She had completely used up her energy struggling and squirming around helplessly. She was out of breath. She couldn’t even scream.
“No more,” she moaned and pleaded, “Please, no more.”
That was all she could do. She could only moan in a weak tone. Of course, this did not stop John by any means. He jabbed the knife into her left inner thigh. She let out a moan, but that was it. Blood spilled out. He continued to stab her soft, thick, and supple thigh. After there were about five or six stab wounds, he bent his head down to her thigh.
“Don’t,” Trish groaned, “Don’t.”
Her weak voice did nothing. John mushed his face into the wounded thigh, opening his mouth wide. He began to bite chunks of the thick, supple flesh off. He was eating her. Her thigh tasted really good. The thickness, the suppleness, and the juiciness. Blood was everywhere. He kept biting and chewing. She tasted so good.
“Ouch!” she would wince between the bites, too weak to do anything else.
“Good girl,” John would reply, biting away at her flesh, “Very good girl.”
After he ate a decent amount of her inner thigh, he turned her body around. He was met with little resistance. He plunged the knife into her left hindquarter and dragged the blade down, ripping open her thick, upper leg. He was destroying her left leg. She had learned who was boss, and now the boss was having his feast.
He reached his hand into the large cut he had made into her leg, soaking his fingers in her blood. She moaned in pain. He leaned down and began to eat away chunks of her flesh from the back of her thick upper hind leg. Too weak to fight, she let him have his way. He feasted on that portion of her meaty leg for quite some time. It was so thick and juicy.
After he had finished devouring a majority of the meat on her upper left leg, he turned her body over, so she was face up. He looked into her eyes, her sad weak eyes. She was the prettiest thing that God had ever created, and he had completely destroyed her. Her face was so beautiful. He locked lips with her, running his tongue through her mouth. The kiss lasted for a long, long time.
“I love you,” John whispered to her, unlocking lips with her, “I love you, Trish. I want you to know that I really do love you.”
“Then why did you do this to me?” Trish cried, “Why?”
John’s hand went to Trish’s left breast, the one that had not been bitten and tampered with. It was so soft and so well formed. He squished it in his fingers. She cried, knowing what was to come. She knew what he was going to do. She whimpered, knowing she could not prevent it.
“Please,” she pleaded helplessly, “You have misused and abused every part of my body. Leave that breast. Please leave that breast.”
“I am sorry, my love,” John grunted.
He lifted the knife and began to saw off her left breast. She cried out in pain. He cut the entire hunk of breast meat off of her chest. Blood rushed out of the large round wound that he had created. She cried in utter agony. He took a huge bite out of the tan flab of breast flesh. It tasted delicious. He took another large bite.
“You taste so good, sweetie,” John slurped in between bites.
He gobbled up the breast. He turned her body over again, so she was face down on the floor. She didn’t care anymore. She was bathing in a puddle of her own blood. This sick pervert had stolen everything from her. She had nothing else to lose.
“Baby,” John whispered, “I haven’t been that cruel to you. I only ate one leg, you pussy, and one breast. I left you one leg and one breast.”
“You are sick,” Trish whimpered.
“Yes,” John nodded, “I am, but I still love you. I just wanted you to know that you have given the the most pleasing torture session out of all of my sessions. I love you.”
He leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. With that, he stood up and walked to the steel door. He knocked on it, and the door opened. One of the men in ski masks entered with a gun in his hand.
“I’m finished,” John nodded to the man, “The next one I want is Katie Mae, freshman at the local high school.”
The man with the mask lifted the gun. Fear ran through Trish’s damaged body. She screamed.
“No!” Trish screamed.
“This is for the best, my love,” John whispered, blowing her a kiss, “Bye bye.”
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As the next morning began to approach the Sergeant fell back to ride at my side. I ignored him until he spoke.
“So. The great battle lord, General Vincent Frau Hacku. Quite some scars you got there. Makes you look quite formidable. Infact I can’t wait to see what you’ve got in store for us when we get back. Will there be any space for us to add to them?” He asked me darkly.
“Haven’t you become quite the talkative one?” I replied dully.
“Sergeant Hitch. Leave the prisoner alone.” Lady Bess called back at us.
“Yes, ma’am.” He called back. “See ya later, friend.” He said quietly to me with a sadistic grin as he rode back to his place infront of me.
“We’ll arrive in about 2 hours if we keep up a good pace.” Lady Bess announced as she pushed her tired horse into a canter. I groaned and set to massaging life into my chafed wrists. They were constantly bleeding now and had left a bloody patch on my poor horse’s withers. Just more shackle scars. Nothing new.
As afternoon approached the first houses and farms began to appear on the horizon, showing that we were near the end of our journey. The horses pressed forwards, eager to get home to a good feed and warm stables. I was just as weary, but not physically. I was mentally exhausted. When track roads began to turn to cobbles, and houses and shops loomed in on either side I began to truly dread what was to come. Faces turned to look up at the sorry prisoner riding by with bloody wrists and a bruised jaw. My ankles were just as painful from the constant weight of the chains. It seemed like a lifetime before we approached the gates of the fort and were admitted by sneering guards. I don’t think they even recognised me as a man they once bowed to.
The courtyard was empty except for a troop of guards waiting to take me away, I assumed. We stopped and stable boys came to take our horses. Hitch dismounted and approached me with a key to my shackles. He undid the ones on my ankles and let them drop to the floor. I was very grateful for my boots that stopped the chains chafing. Then he removed the ones on my wrists. The flesh was swollen and bruised, and I had to hiss out air between my teeth as he prised them from my bloody wrists.
“Get down.” He commanded.
I swung my leg over the saddle, with some difficulty and slid sideways off the horse’s back. As soon as my feet hit the floor they gave out beneath me and I fell to my knees. A chorus of laughter erupted around me. I forced my feet to hold my weight and stood before Hitch. He made me turn around and brutishly shoved another set of shackles around my wrist. I almost jerked away.
“Walk.” Hitch said flatly.
I was directed into the centre of a human wall of guards around me where my weapons were confiscated and I was stripped down to my waist, including my hat, meaning more brutal shackling and unshackling. At the sight of my body I heard gasps all around me. “My God.” Hitch exclaimed softly. I was almost glad that Bess had gone in to rest beforehand. Hitch grabbed me by my wrists bound behind me and took me through a heavy wood door to my left in the wall of the court. Inside it was dark and cold, a long corridor faced us and seemed to go on forever into the blackness. Hitch pushed me down past doors to our left and right until the corridor opened out into a large room illuminated by torches. The light flickered off the damp wall. The room literally had barred walls and I could see into each prison cell. I was taken to one on the left and practically thrown in by Hitch, who chained me to the wall and left. As my eyes adjusted I could see there was no one else in any of the cells around me. I took the opportunity to try and relax for a while. I closed my eyes and just sat, relishing the quiet and solid ground. I don’t know how long I remained like that for, but when I heard the sound of footsteps I was still too exhausted to open my eyes and see who had entered. My cell door clunked open. Voices chattered at the edges of my consciousness.
Freezing water cascaded over my head.
My eyes flew open and I surged forwards, huddling over myself, gasping. I looked up. Hitch was stood over me with a bucket, smiling. Lady Bess, and the four other nobles stood at the door with about seven guards. Bess wasn’t wearing riding leathers today, but neither was she wearing any fancy dresses. She was wearing leather knee boots and a leather tunic with a thick belt to nip it in at the waist. On the breast was a grey and yellow falcon- the Farrow emblem.
Hitch nudged me with his boots. I swung my gaze to him lazily. “Up you get, sunshine.” He said mockingly. I stood slowly. “Turn around and face the wall.” I turned to face the wall and placed my hands behind my back for Hitch to shackle, leaving the other chains still hanging from the wall.
“By the good God’s name, those scars… there’s so many…” Bess said quietly to her companions. “And what is that? There on his left shoulderblade?” I could feel Hitch’s fingers prodding the spot where my slave brand was. “Milady, it appears to be a slave brand. He belongs to Ayanami officially, as far as we know.” Hitch confirmed.
“Which means I don’t get a choice in what I do!” I tried to clarify.
“You shut up.” Hitch told me as he slammed me against the wall.
“You killed my father, Vincent. You didn’t have to, we would have helped you.” Bess said quietly.
“I can’t win, can I?” I muttered to myself.
“Will you shut up?!” Hitch shouted and kneed me in the back. I was shivering with cold and my chains were clinking quietly together as my body trembled. “Ohh are you scared?” Hitch mocked.
I laughed through my chattering teeth. “No. I think you know what it is.”
“We’ll warm you up soon enough.”
With that Hitch pushed me out of my cell and escorted me through a door in the dark corridor. Inside was even darker and the stench of rotting flesh was almost overpowering. I was taken to a completely empty room except for a large chest in the corner and stood in the centre of the room with my hands tied behind my back. The guards lined up against the wall and Bess escorted her noble guests to stand along another wall. She locked the big wooden door and stood to face me, bringing her face close to mine. She regarded me in silence for a while and then lifted a dainty finger and traced the scar down my face that went over my eye. “I remember this scar… you got it fighting in Eden’s War, not long ago at all in your lifespan… I remember the day you came home from battle covered in sword wounds. But this scar… it made you look so terrifying. You were my first love, Vincent. Regardless of our age difference.” She told me wistfully. “Father always told me that I couldn’t marry you, for you were a soldier, built to kill. I wouldn’t believe him. But now, I see he’s more than right.” Her voice had become a low growl. “How did you get these scars, Vincent? When I last saw your bare chest when you did sword training with father’s guards there weren’t this many scars. You had lots, yes, a frightening amount. But not these.” She gestured to the horizontal branding marks and whip lashes from Heighward, the shackle and arrow scars. I suddenly felt very exposed. No-one had paid so much attention to my scars.
“Lady Bess. I fear we must begin the interrogation.” One of the nobles said.
“You are right.” Bess said, suddenly looking angry and hateful again. She turned to me. “Who sent you here?”
I looked up, my eyes flashing with anger. “How dare you? How dare you ask me such a thing when you know the answer already?” I took two steps towards her and two guards came off the wall to restrain me, pulling me backwards. I tried to pull forwards, and succeeded until Hitch helped restrain me. I carried on trying to get to Bess. “Want to know how I got all these new scars? Torture! Lord Heighward tortured and tortured me. He whipped me, he beat me, he branded me a hundred times! And it hurt! Hell! It was agony. Do to me what you want, you pathetic bitch!” I roared at her. Bess stood in shocked silence, staring at me. Hitch shouted something to the other guards holding me back and suddenly I was slammed against the wall. He surged towards me and held his sword at my throat. I didn’t even look at him. I maintained eye contact with Bess over Hitch’s shoulder. Even as he pinned me against the wall and punched me in the stomach over and over and over again, I looked at her.
Someone knocked on the big wooden door. Everything fell silent. “Sergeant, that’s enough…” Lady Bess said almost inaudibly. Hitch stopped and allowed me to fall to the floor by the wall. I coughed and retched and I could taste blood. I spat a globule to the floor and slumped against the wall. Sweat was streaming down my body regardless of the chilliness of the room. My furious outburst had been completely drowned out by pain, it hurt even to breathe. Bess went and unlocked the door and stepped out to speak to the messenger at the door in red- the Chancellor’s colours. After what seemed like an eternity she emerged again with a shocked look on her face.
“Bess.” I whispered hoarsely. “Please… just kill me….” I was slumped forwards over my stomach now and coughing up blood.
She stuck her nose up at me, though I could see tears in her eyes. “I’m afraid that’s out of the question. We have been invited to dine with the Chancellor, for he would like to meet our Lord Reignold’s assassin.” She announced. “I suppose we’ll have to leave the questioning for now, for I fear further damage will be noticeable even a week’s henceforth. Someone also rode here with a package for you of new clothes. What a coincidence.” She said sarcastically. I wondered who could’ve possibly ridden out to the Chancellor and send me new clothes. What was their motive?
I was dragged back to my cell by Hitch and another man and chained up without a moment’s remorse. The package had been left in my cell during my time in the torture room. I opened the thick brown paper with fingers numb from cold. Inside was pretty much what I’d expected- cloak, jacket, boots, hat, mask, gloves, and breeches- all in black with gold embellishment. What I hadn’t expected was a flask of brandy and a packet of silvershade. I took a swig of the brandy and its warmth spread through me. I knew this type of brandy- a particularly strong type with a high percentage of alcohol. I would save this for the Chancellor’s meal. How would they deal with a drunken prisoner before all of these nobles? Silvershade is supposed to be taken as a tea to reduce its potency- but desperate times called for desperate measures. I took a small pinch of the ground leaves and chewed them between my teeth. The tasted vile, however I could feel its painkilling effects already. I just hoped the side effects wouldn’t be too detrimental- silvershade is notorious for bringing out the user’s suppressed personality. In me, my quick temper, foul mouth, and want for bloodshed. I slipped the rest of the alcohol and silvershade into a pocket in my trousers and settled down to rest.
I was left alone to recover from my ‘torture’ for three days before Hitch came and poured water over me again. I stood with much more ease than usual and was walked- not dragged- to the torture room where I was allowed to wash with luke-warm water and soap. I was then left alone with my clean clothes to change. As I changed I slipped my two little secrets into the pocket of my new breeches. It felt nice to hide my emotions behind a hat and mask again and to be clean. I was escorted outside by Hitch and made to mount up onto a big bay stallion. I wasn’t chained up today, but neither was I armed again or less closely watched. I had an escort of 20 elite guards and Hitch, Lady Bess, and the four mysterious nobles who seemed to accompany Bess everywhere. Unlike our last journey, we had a stash of food and bedding. We weren’t a particularly large group- Bess had forbidden a large train of followers lest we attract bandits and more. Bess rode at the head of the group, then me at Hitch’s side surrounded by the orderly formation of guards, then servants and pack-horses carrying supplies.
The first night was cold and eventless. We stopped at a small patch of shrubs and trees. It was a clear and still night, the stars burning brightly overhead. While servants, guards, and nobles alike settled down into sleeping skins around several small fires, I sat against a tree watching the night stars. Three guards stood on the first watch, Hitch wasn’t amongst them. The night passed by slowly, but restfully. And when morning came I was reluctant to be on the move again. The second day of travel, we passed through a more dangerous part of the plains.
“Raiders’ve claimed this province their own, y’know. It’s said they attack anyone who passes through.” Hitch told me snidely. “I wonder if it’s true.” He grinned.
Steep, sandy hillsides surrounded the road we followed, and the wind blew harder than usual, masking any quiet sounds. It was the perfect condition for an attack. I scanned the hillsides regularly for intruders but saw no one. We’d sent scouts out ahead and to our flanks anyway.
Hitch leaned over close to talk to me, “I’ve heard that Ayanami’s killed a soldier called Jay Rauch. Didn’t know him, did you?” He asked smugly, smiling uncouthly. I sat in silence, trying to control my building anger. The silvershade hadn’t quite worn off yet. I failed. Hitch was left-handed, so his sword with conveniently close to me. I turned in my saddle, and grabbed it from its sheath at lightning speed before holding it to his throat. The guards all around me leapt into action in a chorus of drawn swords. They all pointed their swords to me and waited for me to surrender. Hitch looked slightly alarmed, but was still grinning slightly. I dropped the sword and made a show of holding my hands up in surrender. Hitch dismounted and grabbed his sword from the floor, then decided to pull me down off my horse backwards. I landed on the floor in a cloud of dust and laid on my back with his sword at my throat. “Please allow me to slit his throat for you, my lady.” He said loudly and slowly.
“Attackers!”
Hitch looked up and everyone listened in silence. Then we heard it; hoofbeats. “Damn it!” Hitch cried and mounted up. I stood and brushed myself off again before climbing onto my horse’s back.
“Guards, attack. Servants, retreat! The guards galloped off over the hilltop to my left while the servants set off in the other direction. My horse wheeled around and reared in panic. “Bess!” I shouted over the fuss. “Give me a damn sword, woman!” I rode up to Bess and waited.
“Don’t, my lady. You saw what he just did.” A noble said.
“Lord Trent. Give me your sword.” Now there was a name I recognised. I’d have to ask her about that later. Lord Trent reluctantly gave Bess the sword and she in turn gave it to me. I turned my horse and spurred him into a gallop.
“I’m trusting you!” She warned me and fled with the servants.
The fighting was well underway. The raiders were brawly men dressed in heavy furs and leathers and bronze ornaments. They fought with strange scythe-like weapons and rode small, shaggy coated horses. Already, we had taken two losses and the raiders one. I’d change that. I saw a tall warlord astride a big black stallion who was shouting in a foreign tongue. I rode straight for him. I passed by Hitch who shouted something at me but I had no time to stop. By the time the warlord had noticed my approach I had smashed his face with my sword. His horse bolted and he fell with a crash. I turned my horse on the spot and charged back. To my surprise he was up again, staggering around blindly and cutting the air with his scythe. He was roaring something in his foreign language as I rode up and cleanly took off his head. I took out another by stabbing him through the heart as I passed. I was enjoying myself profusely. I was laughing as I slaughtered the men around me. I ended up jumping down from my horse to fight since the majority of the enemy were now on foot. I stabbed one man as he went to kill one of Bess’s guard and another who’d been shot by an archer but still survived. My cloak flurried behind me as I ran through the battlefield killing the raiders off. We reduced the 40ish raiders down to three surrendered men. We made them line up on their knees, and there three guards gave them a quick death with a sword to the back of the neck.
I found my horse stood amongst the dead men and mounted up again. Hitch came riding over with the other guards.
“Drop your weapon!” Hitch shouted furiously.
“I would, but I don’t think Lord Trent will be happy.” I replied coolly.
“Give it to me then.” He ordered, seething. I rode over and gave it to him, then let the other guards formed up around me. There were 15 now. 5 losses, and some injured, but mostly minor. Hitch set off at a trot and the rest of us kept his pace. When we saw the rest of the group on the horizon we pressed into a canter to catch up. Lady Bess looked slightly distressed but everyone was unharmed aside from that.
“My lord,” Hitch said as he approached Lord Trent, “I believe this is yours.” He’d wiped the bloody blade clean on his cloak and handed over to him gently.
“Yes, thankyou. I believe our prisoner caused no problems?” He asked.
“No. He was fine, sir.” Hitch said stiffly.
“From what I saw when we reached the ridge, he killed several of the enemy. Am I correct, Sergeant?” Bess said curtly. I looked back from where we’d come, and yes, you could see the bodies lying on the sand from here.
“Yes, milady.” Hitch muttered.
“Aryan, where are the prisoner’s weapons? He will need them.” Bess ordered a young servant girl. She came back a time later with a small chest of my weapons. I dismounted and silently set to donning my weapons. I felt whole again. I put the pouch of silvershade into a pouch in my belt along with the brandy while no one was looking and mounted back up with a smug smile.
As night approached we found a sheltered area of little trees and rocks. I settled myself against a stone and watched everyone around me set up camp. Four guards sat watch tonight, mainly guarding me. Hitch was on guard too, and made a show of watching my every move. The night wore on in silence, only the gentle sounds of the chilly wind were apparent, until I heard hoofbeats. My hearing was acute, and I could hear them far earlier than anyone else. I sat up suddenly, causing a lightly dosing Hitch to draw his sword on me. I didn’t look at him and batted his blade away with a gloved hand. I stood and stalked to the edge of the firelight where the hoofbeats where coming from. The weak light of dawn barely lit the surrounding area but I saw the silhouettes of five men coming over the horizon and plunging into darkness again, all except for some kind of light source they carried. Hitch stormed over to me and tried to get me in an armlock. I kicked him in the shin and told him to “Shut up and listen.” He looked went quiet for a minute, and then his eyes widened in shock. “I need a crossbow.” I said as I started over to the weapon store. I took ten arrows and then went to my horse. He wasn’t saddled but I vaulted onto his back and grabbed the reins. Hitch began shouting in protest and waking everyone in camp. I urged my horse into a gallop and left the camp behind.
I guided my horse with my legs, while I sat back and aimed at the men with my crossbow. They hadn’t noticed me yet, I’d ridden out into the darkness and flanked them. I rode practically alongside them before I fired. The man went down silently, but his horse whinnied in panic and reared up, falling over backwards. The men scattered in shock, searching for the source of the arrow. I took down two others before they noticed me. There were 4 left now, but they had seen me. They drew their own bows and let fly. I urged my lean horse into a gallop and made him turn a slow and wide circle. The men tried to chase me and cut off corners to they ended up being in the middle of my circle. I picked them off until only their leader remained, carrying a lantern. I let my horse pick the ground, for I couldn’t see, and made him run in a straight line as fast as possible. The battle lord matched my pace and rode parallel to me, taking shots with his bow and arrow. I had two arrows left. I set one into the crossbow and aimed. I could see him easily due to the lantern, and my shot hit him easily. He fell and his horse carried on in a frenzied panic. I wheeled around and finished him off with my final arrow. Then, reluctantly, I rode back to the glow of the campfire.
Everyone was up in camp, and Hitch was shouting orders to his guard angrily. I hadn’t been gone long at all, but he was already shouting that I was escaping with those men riding over to attack them. When I entered camp Hitch fell silent. Everyone turned to look at me. Lady Bess stepped forwards.
“Where on earth did you go?” she demanded, sending two guards over to restrain me once I’d dismounted from my ragged horse.
“I think you will find that I subdued the attackers.” I growled angrily, biting off every word. The guard to my right kicked me savagely. “My lady.” I spat. I dropped the crossbow on the floor and kicked it at Bess. “I could’ve run away then if I wanted. And I didn’t. What does that tell you?” She stood and regarded me for a minute and then said, “Let go of him, guards.” They released me and I took two steps towards Bess. The guards stayed at my side suspiciously.
“Those men didn’t like us camping in their territory, and their friends won’t like it when they find out the intruders killed their allies. I suggest we move on, we’ll arrive at the Chancellor’s by nightfall.” I told her savagely.
“Mount up.” She announced grudgingly. I turned on my heel and saddled up my horse. The one that I’d ridden after the battle lords was released into the darkness and another mount was found for the guard. I didn’t like riding for long hours but I didn’t like being in the plainsmen’s territory either. Hitch kept at my side and the guards surrounding me remained vigilant. Morning progressed into afternoon and eventually the Great Fortress appeared in the valley below us. It was still an hour’s ride away but already I could see the well tended fields and farmsteads surrounding it. The dust was more frequently scattered with grass and bushes now and the horses often made cheeky snatches at the grass. I could see the perfectly straight roads going into the main castle town that surrounded the fort. Inside the walls were bustling streets and crowded houses. I began trying to work out how I could drink the brandy in my belt pouch discreetly. Hitch watched my every move and the other guards covered every possible angle. Then I had an idea.
I waited for the tiniest gap to form in the rank of guards around me. It took a while, but then one opened up just infront of me. I drew a tiny throwing knife and slowly lowered it down to knee height. When the gap grew big enough, I jabbed the horse in the side with my dagger. The horse gave a squeal of surprise and plunged into a fully fledged gallop. I turned my horse back the way we’d come and galloped over the ridge until I was out of sight of the others. I stuck the knife in my belt and took out the flask of brandy. I downed it awkwardly, as I wasn’t used to drinking but the heat of the brandy spread through my body instantly and I could feel it working already. The world spun around me and I felt nauseous. I could hear angry shouting coming over the ridge and the sound of hoofbeats. I wasn’t sure how the brandy would work on me but I guessed it would make me foul mouthed, short tempered and giggly. Although I was completely and utterly drunk, I would be able to remember everything that happened to me, unlike normal people. I stopped my horse and waited for the world to stop rocking around me. I swayed dangerously on my horse and forced myself to sit still. Heighward rode up next to me and dived off his horse to push me off too, landing in a heap. I didn’t feel it very much, I just looked at him blankly. Then he punched me in the face a few times- I felt that.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going, you bastard!?” Hitch roared in my face and then punched me again.
I tried to keep my temper under control and my words from slurring. “’s nothin’. Thought I saw somethin’ buh I was wrong.” I failed miserably. Anger bubbled to the surface and I punched him. Hard. I heard the satisfying crunch of a broken nose before he roared angrily. I scrambled to my feet and stumbled away from him, laughing. Three guards had to restrain Hitch to prevent him from killing me with his sword while Lady Bess threw angry threats at the both of us. Another two guards caught hold of me to restrain me, but I was grateful for their support. I made myself stand straight between the two guards and dusted myself off. Lady Bess approached. “Trying to make another wondrous escape, were we?” She asked sarcastically.
“I’m not goin’ nowhere, mi’lady.” I replied, smiling under my mask.
“Then let us move on. Guards, shackle the prisoner.” The guards took some metal shackles and waited until I was back on my horse before putting my hands behind my back and tying them. The alcohol still hadn’t taken full effect and its effects would last for a couple of days, I just hoped I could remain on my horse all the way to the Chancellor.
I succeeded in staying on my horse until we reached the outer wall of the castle town. We had slowed to a walk in order to be welcomed by the Chancellor’s guards and personal attendant. Night was falling and the darkness crept in at the edge of the torchlight near the gate. We stopped at the gate and waited for Lady Bess and the nobles to exchange formalities with the attendant. The guards sat tall and smart on their horses and Hitch did the same while keeping an eye on me. The brandy had been working in me for the past hour and its full effects were beginning to become apparent. I could hear some of the exchange at the head of the train but I was concentrating on trying to stay upright. I swayed drastically, enough that Hitch turned and looked at me confusedly. I looked back at him and suddenly I completely lost my balance. I couldn’t use my hands to stop myself as I toppled off the side of my horse and landed with a thump on the floor. Everyone turned to look. I curled up and groaned as a headache blossomed.
The Chancellor’s attendant- a thin, old and stern looking man hobbled over to where I lay. I recognised him from my common meetings with the Chancellor himself and hoped he would have the sense to leave my mask on. “This is the prisoner?” He asked hoarsely.
“Yes, Grimwerrd.” Bess replied brusquely.
“Tell me, why does he have weapons?”
“The prisoner aided us in an attack from raiders. I saw fit to leave him armed incase of another attack came- which proved to be a wise decision. It was but an hour ago that we were forced to restrain him when he appeared to have a loss of his wits.” The Lady explained, looking at me quizzically.
“I see. Well I think we should unshackle the man now, my lady. Our guards are the best in the realm.”
“And mine shall aid yours.” She slipped in. I was unshackled and I forced my clamouring body to climb onto my horse again. Everyone else mounted up and I rode in the centre of my ring of guards. I swayed as the horse walked and I felt like I was going to fall off at every minute. Regardless of the hour, people were stood at the door of their houses to watch the small procession pass, looking at me and gasping. The attendant rode a big grey mare, almost the same colour as his hair. When we passed the big gates into the castle courtyard where markets were often held, we dismounted and our horses led off by a small army of stableboys. The guards go into formation around me, this time Hitch stood at the head of the guards, as a Sergeant should. Lady Bess and her noble friends left to change before facing the Chancellor. I settled for brushing the travel dust from my jacket. I was marched down to the Chancellor’s prison cells. The corridor was well lit but the inside of the cells looked dark and damp as far as I could tell through the barred window of each cell. I was taken to a cell roughly central in the long corridor and pushed in roughly. I stumbled in and fell against the wall, that raised a few sniggers from the guards. “Silence!” I roared to the guards in my drunken anger. Hitch came through the door and swaggered across the room. I stood and turned to face him. “Silence yourself.” He said, smiling as he raised a fist. Even during my drunkenness, I had good reactions, though that might change as the alcohol affected me more. I drew my sword and held it up to intercept his fist. He hit it square on. I cocked my head and smiled at his shocked look under my mask. “Lucky it was the flat of the blade.” I told him. He yanked his fist back from my blade and rubbed his knuckles absently as he turned around and ordered two guards to hold me. I sheathed my sword and laughed. “Is it really a good idea to beat up the pris’ner before his p..presentation-on to the Chancellor?” I asked acidly, trying to form the words. The guards took my arms and gripped them painfully. Hitch stepped over, no longer cradling his fist.
“There’s something different about you at the moment, Vince. And I intend to find out why.” He muttered darkly, taking another step forwards as he cracked his knuckles. I leaned back in the guard’s arms and tried to force them back. It didn’t work. He stepped in and punched me in the stomach. I doubled over and coughed up blood. The guards at my sides yanked me back up into an upright position, though I did resist. “Nothin’s diff’rnt.” I panted heavily. He punched me again and leaned right in to my face.
“See, that’s where you’re wrong.” He hissed and lifted his fist again. I swayed back on my feet and forced a guard to lose balance, taking him down with me and avoiding the punch. One of the guards still at the door shouted to Hitch, “Sergeant! It’s the Lieutenant!” Hitch growled under his breath and pulled me onto my feet to push me up against the wall. He looked me in the eye and stared at me angrily until the Lieutenant came up behind him and inquired into what was going on in a deep, husky voice. I’d seen him only twice, but it was hard to miss this tall, dark haired hulk of a man who made Hitch look like a ragdoll. Hitch turned quickly and saluted smartly. “Just keeping an eye on the prisoner, sir.”
“He’s going to see the Lord Chancellor now. Please assist in escorting the man.” He growled down to Hitch.
“Sir.” Hitch replied and saluted again until the Lieutenant had left. Then he turned back to me. “March.” He snapped.
I walked out of the cell and was escorted by the group of about twenty guards to the Chancellor’s court chambers. As I staggered everywhere and kept laughing to myself, I received a lot of glances from the guards around me. With the Lieutenant at the head, we marched through the huge ornate doors and into the chamber that I recognised so well from my time at court. I looked around the lords and ladies seated at the long table, I recognised nobody except for a few nobles that I’d conversed with a little. Still, if my mask was removed I was in trouble. My eyes fell of the Chancellor on the big chair at the head of the long table in the centre of the room. To his left sat Bess, in a new emerald green dress, and further down her nobles. I moved my eyes to see who was to his right and my eyes rested on Ayanami. I staggered sideways sharply in my shock into a guard at my side. “Walk forwards, you idiot!” He hissed, and shoved me sideways. I heard the scraping of chair legs on a stone floor echo around the hall. “What is this, there’s blood?! My lord…” He stopped talking and looked at me suddenly. I was laughing gutturally as I stood from where I fell. I locked onto the guard and drew my sword. He gaped at me for a second and then drew his own. He was only young- about 18, but I didn’t care.
“Restrain him! Sergeant, Lieutenant! Now!” Bess was screeching.
“No blood must be spilt here!” the Chancellor called down the hall serenely. “I order this to stop immediately.”
I leapt at the guard, regardless of the clamour. I was laughing hysterically as I raised my sword. The guard raised his to try and deflect my blow but he was too weak. He was going to die, and he knew it. I brought my sword down in a killing sweep. My sword rang on metal, the sound silencing everyone. But the resistance was too strong, this wasn’t the guard- Ayanami had stepped infront of the young guard and held me back with his sword. He looked angry. He pushed me back so that I staggered away and dropped my sword with a clatter, the world blurring before my eyes. And then he was infront of me again. He raised arm over his head and struck me. I was sent careering sideways and into the long table in the hall. Then Ayanami was on me yet again. This time he grabbed my arm and put me in an armlock. I was panting heavily- a sound that echoed throughout the chamber- as he pushed me forwards and I staggered along. “Nice t’a see you again, sir.” I said hoarsely through the pain as I stumbled along, smiling to myself. He replied with a sharp jerk on my arm which caused me to cry out, and then laugh.
“I can tell you’ve been drinking, don’t think that makes you any less responsible for your actions.” Ayanami muttered darkly into my ear before we reached the Chancellor, tightening his grip painfully on my arm. I just exhaled sharply in a dismissive gesture.
“My lord,” Ayanami said respectfully- the most respectful I have ever seen him act. “I apologise profusely.”
“I don’t.” I slipped in loudly, awarding me a sudden yank on my arm, making the shoulder joint crunch horrifically. I yelped and went down on one knee. I bent my chin into my chest and bit my lip. “My lord.” I said cheekily after the searing pain had dispersed. I’d pushed Ayanami too far, I suddenly knew with jarring horror. I started trying to stutter an apology, but he took my arm with both hands, pushed me to the floor, and twisted my arm unnaturally high up my back. Bones shifted in ways they shouldn’t and each judder of my bones caused my body to scream with agony. He grunted with the effort it took. Never before had he done something as serious as dislocating my arm. I roared and writhed under Ayanami’s weight, but he held my arm in place. Pain coursed through me, it hurt to even breathe. I coughed harshly, causing jolts of agony in my ruined shoulder. “Master… I… AHH! Please… I—I—No… I’m sorry, my lord…. Ah… AH! Sir… I’m sorry…” I gasped from the pain as Ayanami proceeded to stand up and levered himself off my twisted arm. Once he was stood he launched into another apology which I didn’t bother interrupting. I let my arm flop to my side and then stood, clutching my shoulder, staggering tiredly into Ayanami in the process.
“…I believe…” Ayanami continued, turning to me and grasping my shoulder in one hand and my upper arm in the other, “that our prisoner…” He suddenly jerked my arm up into my shoulder and it popped into place. I screamed. “…is under the influence of alcohol.” He announced as he turned back to the Chancellor. I’d fallen to my knee, again, and was now trying to make my legs work underneath me. I managed to stand but I swayed dangerously where I stood. “I’m sorry…” I repeated quietly under my breath, for Ayanami’s ears only.
“It seems so, General Ayanami.” Chancellor responded. “I would like to see the prisoners face, if you will.” He said gesturing to me. I decided now was the time to be courteous.
“My lord–”, Ayanami and I both began at the same time.
“Is that really necessary, sir?” Ayanami asked.
“Oh, yes. It most certainly is. I’d like to see the face of this vile monster. Guards, hold him.” He ordered. Three guards came up- two held my still throbbing arms while Hitch stood behind me.
“Do the honours, General.” The Chancellor said.
Ayanami came to stand before me, blocking the Chancellor’s view of me. Ayanami looked grave as he removed the mask. “Are you sure you want to do this, sir?” Ayanami asked a last time.
“Yes, yes, get on with it.” He snapped.
Ayanami took two steps backwards and then moved to the side.
I realised I was trembling. With fear? Anticipation? Pain? I couldn’t tell. All the emotions were clamouring inside my head.
The Chancellor’s eyes widened with shock. Despite the influence of the alcohol, I smiled sadly. The first real heartfelt smile for a long time. This man was my friend. My old self’s friend. I was a new person now. “Hello, old friend.” I said softly, still holding my arm.
“What is this!?” He roared. I didn’t flinch. He got up and strode over to me, bringing his face close to mine. I let him. I couldn’t focus my eyes on him but I tried, regardless of the alcohol, I lolled my head back and looked at him down my nose. He looked over to Ayanami, “What is this!??” He spat again.
“With all due respect, sir. This is Vincent Frau Hacku.” Ayanami replied coolly.
“My God…” He said quietly. “Everyone. Dismissed! Now!” Everyone turned to leave, muttering amongst themselves. Ayanami and the guards holding me didn’t move. “Leave. Now” The Chancellor growled at them. The guards apologised and left.
“Is it a good idea to–”
“GET OUT!” The Chancellor bellowed at Ayanami. He turned and strode away without another word, closing the huge doors behind him with a slam. The Chancellor looked back to me. “Is it really you?” He asked softly.
I looked at him for a minute, smiling sadly, but then pain ripped throughout my body- like all my injuries up to now were coming to haunt me. I grimaced and forced myself not to cry out as I went down on both knees and curled over my stomach, forgetting my arm.
“Are you ok, Vincent?” The Chancellor asked worriedly as he came down beside me and began helping me to my feet. He helped me heave myself into a chair and took a seat beside me. I leaned forwards and shuddered as another wave of pain passed through me. “Durzo. Sir, you know you can’t take me out of Ayanami’s service. I think he has me under magic- the source of…” Another wave of agony washed over me. I tensed up and huddled over myself, then forced my lips to move, “…this pain.” I whispered hoarsely.
“Vincent… I can’t leave you to that monster. What has he done to you? And all those people know your identity now.” He said.
“Ayanami’ll deal with ‘em. At least he can control his magic. If I could I’d have wiped out Ayanami by now. He knows I have dormant power- he’s afraid.” I told him with a wry smile.
“I look forward to the return of your powers…. they’ve been dormant for…. how long now?”
“Fifty years.” I clarified.
“Hell. You’ve controlled that army for at least three centuries then. To have that right taken from you like that… It’s infuriating.”
“I know. I know.” The world rocked around me again and I tried to make myself stay upright. I groaned. “Why did I drink that goddamn brandy?” I asked myself fiercely.
“I thought you’d stopped drinking, Vince. Why now?” He asked.
“I just wanted to be a little uncontrollable. I think I should have taken some silvershade too, though. This is agony.” I muttered tiredly.
“Show me what Ayanami and his little friends have done to you since I last saw you.”
“I’d rather not, my lord.” I’d become quite self conscious about my scars after so many people had seen them and added to them.
“Don’t be silly. I want to help and will help. Show me.” He said with the cold voice of a command. I sighed and stood up, I went and walked up the hall with my back to the Chancellor as I unbuttoned my jacket and dropped my cloak. I took a deep breath and let it slide off my bare shoulders and to the floor. I heard him gasp behind me and his footsteps as he came towards me. I didn’t turn around. I felt his fingers on my slave brand. “You can’t be his slave? We haven’t had any papers through! You’re still a free man, Vincent!!.” He said, joyful.
I almost laughed at his enthusiasm. “I don’t think you understand the gravity of the situation- I’m stuck with him, Durzo. He has my entire army as a hostage. I cannot leave his service.”
“But–” he started.
“Don’t.” I cut him off. “Don’t- just…. please don’t try to give me false hope. I’m…. I…. I’m a lost cause.” Then, true to form, the tears came in full flow. I smothered my face and tried to muffle the keens of yearning and pain and anger and loss and hate that escaped me. Like when we were younger, Durzo embraced me as a true friend and held me until I stopped my horrendous sobbing. All the pent up emotions flooded out of me. Awkwardly, Durzo tried to change the subject, “and what are these?” running his finger along the horizontal brand marks from my torture, I shuddered at the memory. “These are burn marks… was this Ayanami?”
“Heighward.” I said stiffly.
“That bastard. I knew he was up to no good when he warned me not to visit.”
“He what?” I asked, shocked.
“When he was holding that ball? I was invited, but suddenly he changed his mind and requested that I didn’t visit.”
“Intriguing.” I muttered sarcastically.
“You must explain the origin of all these new scars. You almost look older than 18 with so many.” He said.
And so I explained my story from the point of Ayanami’s attack and the reason for each scar. The Chancellor explained to me- yet again- that anyone was allowed to challenge a General for his position if they wish, and upon killing the late General the position became theirs. However, this only counted in one-on-one battle and the Chancellor hadn’t apparently been told that I was infact taken down by an entire army, completely unprepared. He was furious, but I made him take an oath that he wouldn’t force Ayanami out of his position, for my men were at stake. After I had explained my wounds I picked up my cloak and jacket and sheathed my sword from where I’d dropped it.
“Vincent. Why did you kill Lord Reignold? I thought he was your friend.” The Chancellor asked.
I felt my alcohol-fuel anger build up inside me. I tried to hold it in. “Ayanami is using my army as payback for anything I refuse to do, although it was hard, one life for many is the better choice. Ayanami’s changed me- I can kill in cold blood- even when the victim is looking me in the eye and pleading for mercy.” I told him through gritted teeth. “I laugh at pain- even my own. I don’t know why. I’m sorry, I’m not the same man you once knew.” I muttered. “What are you going to do about Bess?”
“I’ll call her in privately- tell her the truth. I can’t let anything happen to you at my hands after all you’ve been through. Go and find Ayanami. Tell him you’ve been released, and you need to ride out with haste or Bess’s guards’ll be after you. Go.”
“Thankyou, my good friend, my lord.” I bowed deeply, sweeping off my hat and then straightening up again to put it back on. I set my cloak about my shoulders and spun to leave, pushing the double doors open. “And Vincent.” I turned to look at the Chancellor a last time, sat on his high seat. “You’re not alone.” I turned and left with a nod.
Ayanami was sat on a bench in the courtyard outside the Chancellor’s court chambers. I went over to him and snatched the mask he held in his hands. “We need to go. Now.”
“Kaien.” Ayanami said to himself, and suddenly there he was, leading three horses.
“What did you just do?” I asked, staggering a little from the alcohol.
“Magic,” He said wryly. “Oh, and the loads and ladies who saw you today won’t remember a thing.”
“For the best.” I muttered, striding to a horse and getting on, ignoring the pain in my shoulder. Ayanami and Kaien mounted up also.
“Let’s get going then. Two days fast riding. We’ll have to gallop through the main town to avoid Lady Bess’ guards.”
We set off towards the main gates, our horse’s hooves clattering on the cobbles. The guards cried out in shock as we galloped through the gates unexpectedly. Behind us I heard the clatter of one other horses’ hooves. “Stop, wait!” The man riding cried. I recognised his voice. Lord Trent? We continued galloping until we were out of the city centre and carried on for a time longer with Trent on our heels. Then I wheeled my horse round suddenly to face him. Ayanami stopped too. The man was old and frail looking and for a minute I felt a pang of regret for making him ride so far from the city. I pushed it aside.
“What is your problem, sir?” I growled curtly.
He was out of breath as he slowed to a stop facing me and Ayanami. “We’re leaving, Hacku. Now.” Ayanami turned and rode off.
“What is your problem?” I asked more slowly, feeling pleasantly intimidating.
“Where is my son?” He gasped. “Where is Kipp? I know what Ayanami did to him!”
“Kipp Trent’s whereabouts are unknown. However I may confirm that is no longer in Heighward’s hands.”
Pain suddenly seared through my body. I leaned forwards on my horse and groaned as quietly as I could. When I had recovered I turned to see Ayanami and Kaien silhouetted against the horizon, Ayanami was smiling that smile of his. Then they turned and rode away. “Farewell, Lord Trent.” I turned and set after Ayanami.
The two days passed quickly. There was no sign of pursuit, but I wasn’t particularly sure as to whether it was a good thing. We rode through the gates at noon and through the city. People watched us pass on their doorsteps with wary eyes. When we arrived at the fort we were greeted by Ayanami’s (and mine) army and his Second Major Taker. I had met Taker only a couple of times in passing or when I had been forced to endure one of Ayanami’s pathetic meetings, and he was quite new to working with Ayanami, though he had an experienced military background. He was a competent man who didn’t particularly enjoy his work, and yet was always slightly rough when handling prisoners.
“General.” He greeted Ayanami sincerely, flashing him a salute. “Sir.” He said in the same courteous voice to Kaien. Then he took me aback by silently tipping his hat in my direction. I returned the favour.
“Major Taker. What’s our status?” Ayanami asked. Taker had been left in charge of the whole fort during Ayanami’s absence.
“We’re good, sir.”
“Fantastic, well we’re not.” He said curtly. “Major Taker, if you will.” Taker looked confused for a moment, but then made a move to restrain me. I took a step towards to Ayanami in a show of defiance. “What are you doing, Ayanami?” I hissed.
“Oh come on, Vincent. I’m not stupid, people don’t just get released from trial as easily as you did! You’re working against me with the Chancellor, no?” He smiled at me maliciously.
“What?” I asked as Taker took my arms in an iron grip and forced my hands behind my back and began dragging me back to that god forsaken hellhole of a prison. I strained against Taker but his slim figure betrayed none of his strength, and I was still weak from the dislocation of my shoulder and beatings from Bess’ guards. “You think I’m working against you? Hell what a tempting thought!” I spat at him infront of all the guards. I’d become very talkative recently. Several of the men looked confused, trying to recall something that they recognised. Taker holding me hadn’t said a word throughout the exchange, just continued dragging me away. I was surprised he hadn’t punched me yet to shut me up, although I was sure that if I pushed him far enough he’d do it. I’d seen him with other prisoners. Let’s test that theory. I kicked him in the shin with the heel of my boot. I heard him make a strange growling groan noise and his grip loosened for a second. I launched myself forward and out of Taker’s arms. I drew my sword and slammed full-thrust into Ayanami. “I am not a traitor.” I growled under my breath, and pointed my sword at his throat. He shifted his weight under me and laughed, then I felt something jabbing my side. “I wouldn’t move if I were you. Poison.” I tensed. If it was Ayanami’s special poison, then I was in trouble- even a touch to the skin was almost certain death. I started to get off him. “Don’t.” He said quickly. “Sword down, all weapons down.” He commanded. Grudgingly, I removed my weapons belt and threw it on the floor. “Good.” He said, smiling.
Then he stabbed me.
I didn’t even cry out, just looked at him, shocked. He pushed me off him and I laid on the floor, trying not to move- trying not to let the poison travel around my body. I stood up shakily. Ayanami was already up and brushing himself off. I pulled the dagger from my side and looked at it carefully. “You wouldn’t kill me. It isn’t poison.” I gasped, then went down on one knee due to a sudden rush of pain. Ayanami laughed.
“You’re right, it isn’t poison, but I’m still going to find out who you truly work for. Taker.” And then Taker pushed me away. I didn’t resist this time. Just limped through the ranks of guards watching me.
The prison was as dank as I remembered it. I was taken to my original cell and chained up without a word. “How long’ve you been working with us now? Six months? …Like it?” I asked with a cheeky grin under my mask. He held his tongue and left. Damn him. I checked the spot where Ayanami had stabbed me. It wasn’t too deep- about three inches, though I still didn’t know whether he had poisoned that blade. There was no particular pain or reddening, so I decided he had not.
I sat waiting for my fate for about another two nights, I think, before Ayanami came to see me with Kaien and Taker. I stood and bowed to them but they made no response. Before Ayanami even came within two steps of the barred door pain seared throughout my body. I staggered backwards into the wall with a groan. “How do you do that?” I hissed at him when the world stopped spinning.
“Oh, you know. Just a little trick I’ve picked up.” He smiled that smile again. Then pain struck me again. I went down on the floor and sat against the wall, letting Ayanami come into the cell with his Majors. When he was inside I forced myself to my feet, although I staggered forwards a couple of steps much to Ayanami’s amusement. “General. Kaien, Taker.” I murmured gruffly, breaking eye contact and looking at my feet. I’d removed my mask like I always did in confinement. “Looking a little worse for wear, Vincent.” Ayanami greeted me sarcastically, looking me up and down. I brought my eyes up to his in a sign of defiance and held his gaze. Ayanami took a step towards me and I almost went and tried to draw my wrist blades- but they weren’t there of course, I took a step back instead. With my back against the wall I was defenceless. I looked to Kaien who was watching me with a dangerous iciness. “Is there a problem?” He asked darkly, not even a hint of the jokey tone in his voice. I averted my eyes and focused on Ayanami again. He was smiling strangely. “What?” I snapped, then wished I hadn’t. Ayanami stepped in suddenly and threw a punch at my stomach. I slammed back against the wall and crumpled onto the floor over my stomach with a groan. “I think I prefer doing things physically.” He said to the Majors with mock thoughtfulness.
“Sadistic bastard.” I muttered angrily.
“Say that again.” Ayanami dared me.
I stood up carefully and planted myself square infront of him. “Sadistic. Bastard.” I pronounced slowly. I felt a rush of power through me, a rush I only knew too well. Ayanami went to punch me, but I dodged it lithely and grabbed his fist, however I simply forced it into the wall with more momentum. He cried out involuntarily before I threw a punch of my own at his nose. It crunched under my fist. “Get him! Hold him! Damn it!” He roared, cradling his broken and bleeding nose with a bloody fist. Taker and Kaien launched themselves at me. The magic I felt coursing through my veins had dissipated as quickly as it had appeared, but I tried to fight off the two men as well as I could. They quickly overcame me and threw me up against the wall, holding me there while I seethed and tried to get at Ayanami. Taker and Kaien both drew their swords and held them at my throat in a cross shape so I couldn’t move forwards without cutting my own throat. Ayanami came towards me, just wiping the last of the blood from his already healed nose. He took it between his thumbs and twisted his nose suddenly with a crunch so it wasn’t crooked anymore. He was panting with fury. “Take him to the Chamber. Tie him up. Make sure he can’t escape. Then wait for me.” He growled fiercely at Kaien.
“Sir.” He replied.
Ayanami strode off while Kaien produced a set of shackles and tied my hands behind my back. They both marched me down the long dark corridor and out into the main foyer of the prison. Then I was taken up another of the main corridors. In my time it had been a holding area for interrogation, now it had deteriorated into yet another hellish place. The corridor was no longer brightly lit and pristine. The white-washed walls were cracked and blood-spattered. The floor was slick with blood, water and god knows what else. From the holding cells positioned along the wall I could hear noises- coughing, retching, weeping. I was glad I didn’t have to look inside the cells. Te stench was another matter altogether.
At the end of the dank corridor was a chair fixed to the stone floor. It hadn’t been there before. Currently, a thin, whimpering man was seated in the chair with his hands bound behind the chair back. He wore a cadet’s uniform, a bloodied one, but it was still a uniform. He could’ve been, what, 17 years old? Two higher ranking guards were talking in low voices to him. Question, punch, question, punch, and so on. He was crying, I saw, and trembling too. He had swollen eyes and a broken nose and cheekbone as far as I could tell. I felt exposed without my hat and mask when the two guards turned and eyed me suspiciously. “Ladies. We require the Chair. Thankyou.” Kaien said cooly.
“Yes sir.” The guards said smartly and saluted. They began dragging the sobbing prisoner away before he looked up at me. “Sir?” He asked in astonishment, his voice a lisp from broken teeth. Then it dawned on me.
“Jay….” I said joylessly. Oh, my God. He really had been found out. “Jay, I will help you!” I shouted even as he was dragged and finally slammed against the wall while the cell door was opened. Even when he had been thrown into his cell and the sounds of continued questioning started leaking from the cell, I shouted to him. I was finally silenced with a kick to the ribs.
I was forced to sit in the bloody chair and offered no resistance. I was in shock. My hands were bound as Jay’s had been and my legs bound to the legs of the big chair. “You’re going to regret hitting the General.” Kaien muttered darkly, his eyes flashing.
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This is a story of fiction. Please keep that in mind when reading it. Forced fantasy is one thing, doing this in real life is another.
A slightly updated version of an old story I wrote years ago, may continue it if given enough positive feedback.
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