Bad Day to Be a Gypsy (closed by personal invite only)

[slippedhalo]

Bad Day to Be a Gypsy (open)

I NEED SOLDIERS TO USE AND HUMILIATE POOR GYPSY GWENDOLYN


I'd like to start a thread where my character is a gypsy fortune teller in a travelling circus/gypsy group during the middle ages and the gypsy camp gets invaded by the local king's army because they want to take the gypsies profits and burn their tents to the ground for not paying the land rent and taxes on time for the second month in a row. My character, Gwendolyn, is just 18 and alone in her tent when she is awoken by the soldiers setting her tent and her fellow gypsy tents aflame. She is strikingly beautiful and the guards all want to have their way with her, wanting to defile and humiliate her while raping her in front of her whole troupe to 'teach them all a lesson'.

Gwendolyn the Red
Age: 18
Long Red hair, big green eyes, pale porcelain skin, hourglass figure, curvy but petite framed.

Gwendolyn tells fortunes and reads palms.

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The circus was going to be leaving town soon The summer was nearly finished. As the last campfire went out, the tired troupe all set off for their individual and family tents to rest for the night. Tomorrow was another day, another fair, another circus.

Gwendolyn lay her head down on her soft animalskin bed and began to dream about her parents. She had been orphaned from age fourteen but had been old enough to remain within their group of gypsies and learn to use her gifts of insight as a palm reader and fortune teller. She made a living that way. Not much, but enough to get by. She was content with her little group. And, though she was of marrying age and many women wanted to set her up with their young sons, she was in no hurry to marry just yet.

Sighing she fell asleep deeply. It took a while before she heard the sounds of her camp under attack from the king's men.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

OOC
Wilfred, the Collector.
Tax collector in this Shire, for the King.
Wilfred is 6 foot 3, broad of the shoulder, and carries a mighty two handed sword when required.
He has jet black hair, and a very precisely pointed small beard, also jet black.
He is feared among the local population, for his persistance, and violence, in the carrying out of his duties.

IC
I sat on my chrger, my great white stallion, watching the men, as they surrounded the gypsy encampment. It was now August, they had been here since the end of May, and had only paid one months taxes to my Sire, His Highness the King.
They seemed to have forgotten, that what they did not pay, we would take, and more, using all the force necessary.

I waited, watching in the twilight, to give the signal to begin the attack.

Then, with an almighty roar, the men charged into the camp, overturning carts, chasing off the horses. They carried flaming torches, to burn down these dispicable gypsies tents. Toinight my Sire would be pleased, and I would reap a rich reward, of that fact,I was certain.

 

[slippedhalo]

A sound like the carts overturning and the livestock being let lose or abused first awoke Gwen and she wondered if bandits had invaded their camp, or some young men, drunk and out for some fun, came around to tease the poor gypsies. Gwen was without a weapon but lit her lantern as she, like most of the others in her camp, had come outside to see what was the matter.

They stood in awesome fear as they saw men on horseback, charging at their equipment, spilling sacks of grain, and worst of all....the big tent, the circus tent, it was aflame. Men yelled in protest, women cried and begged for mercy, children were hushed and shooed to go hide in the woods or behind stronger, bigger family members. Gwen, who's own parents were killed by bandits when she was still just a girl, stood alone in the chaios. Silent shock marked her features. She watched in horror as the members of her troupe were bullied and beaten by the king's army. She was frozen, unsure what she should do to save herself or her people.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

The attack went well, these simple gypsies were no match for our men. The camp leaders were soon bound, and trussed like stuck pigs, as their circus tent burned fiercely in the night, lighting up the whole camp.

Then I saw her, standing alone, looking as if she was paralysed in fear. A young red headed gypsy girl. It had been a while since we had a girl like this to have fun with, and I called out to the Master At Arms.

"The young girl, with the red hair is not to be harmed. Bind her wrists, and attach the rope to my horse. She will make for good sport back at the Manor House when this is over."

 

[dragonrazor]

Draco Lancer, also known as The Dragoon
age: 25
black hair, green eyes, lean, muscular build.

Draco is unusual for a soldier...he earned the nickname The Dragoon from the fact that he wields lances and spears instead of swords

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Draco hadn't enjoyed the attack on the gypsies. He had been rescued by them after a battle once, and the whole thing didn't sit well with him. Then again, neither did that doubletalking bureaucrat who had ordered the attack. The man was very close to causing a mutiny, but Draco didn't dare say anything, for fear of being put down like a rabid dog.

 

[slippedhalo]

"The young girl, with the red hair is not to be harmed. Bind her wrists, and attach the rope to my horse. She will make for good sport back at the Manor House when this is over."

Gwendolyn barely heard the call over the cries of her people but she vaguely realized she was the only red-head in her camp...they were talking about her! She saw two guards approaching her, smirks on their faces as they closed in, she turned to run and was blocked by a third she had not see apporoach from behind. "Come on lass, we won't hurt ye if yer good and obedient." he muttered, laughing as he tossed her to the other two who bound her wrists tightly and tossed her bodily over the side of a horse's flank, on her stomach.

She could not see them tying her but felt the tight ropes binding her arms to her sides and her waist to the horse as she struggled in vain. Someone hit her in the face and told her to lie still. Out of breath, Gwendolyn, stiffened as the ropes were tightened and she could no longer move. She screamed but was slapped again and a gag placed over her mouth.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

Wilfred

As soon as the girl was secured to my mount, I got off him, to examine her. She certainly had spirit, that was evident from the fight that she had put up, but it was all in vain of course.

I looked at her hair, remembering that the last gypsy girl had a head full of lice. We had to cut her hair off with knives before using her. This one was clean, although she did flinch when I touched her.

"Be still wench, your life is my decision, and you will do what I say, got that have you?"

I pulled her hair sharply, making her wince in pain, before moving my hand to her breasts, feeling how firm they were. She pulled back, and I grabbed her hair again, pulling it with one hand, while the other found her nipple, and twisted it hard.
I hissed into her ear,

"Stop being stupid wench, you are mine now, and I do whatever I want, as will my men. If you want to live, accept that and be still. Yowill ur life is worthless to me."

I lifted her skirt, and looked at the red thatch that grew around her cunt.

"See Draco, a red haired cunt for us to enjoy before breakfast, you do well for Wilfred Draco, and you can have her after me, before all the men take thier turn with her."

 

[dragonrazor]

Draco raised an eyebrow, then shrugged. One part of him wanted to strangle the man, but that wasn't the rational part. He knew if he did that in front of the men, they'd have to take sides, and his bet was that they'd take the little coward's side.

 

[slippedhalo]

As soon as the girl was secured to my mount, I got off him, to examine her. She certainly had spirit, that was evident from the fight that she had put up, but it was all in vain of course.

I looked at her hair, remembering that the last gypsy girl had a head full of lice. We had to cut her hair off with knives before using her. This one was clean, although she did flinch when I touched her.

"Be still wench, your life is my decision, and you will do what I say, got that have you?"

I pulled her hair sharply, making her wince in pain, before moving my hand to her breasts, feeling how firm they were. She pulled back, and I grabbed her hair again, pulling it with one hand, while the other found her nipple, and twisted it hard.
I hissed into her ear,

"Stop being stupid wench, you are mine now, and I do whatever I want, as will my men. If you want to live, accept that and be still. Yowill ur life is worthless to me."

I lifted her skirt, and looked at the red thatch that grew around her cunt.

"See Draco, a red haired cunt for us to enjoy before breakfast, you do well for Wilfred Draco, and you can have her after me, before all the men take thier turn with her."

Gwendolyn felt a rush of terror as his hand slipped to her breast and twisted her nipple hard. She was afraid what he said was true, somehow the whole army seemed a much more frightening concept than just this one, even despite his cruel manner, his face was like that of an angel. It tormented her that she could find beauty in such horrid creatures as these men. But, knowing he intended his whole army after him to have their way with her made her stomach turn. She felt like a trapped mouse.

He lifted her skirts to show all who would see her most private places. She colored in shame and trembled with rage all at once, yelling muffled curses at him through her gag. She held back the hot tears threatening to spill down her cheeks at his indignity.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

The battle was won, as I knew it would be, in less than ten minutes. A few bodies lay around, mainly stupind gypsy men, who had attempted to resist. Would these peasant fools never learn?

"Draco, tell the innner guard to return to the Manor House, with the valuables and anything else they deem that the King would want. You take the girl back also, I will have her for breakfast, completely untouched mind you, in my room at 7.
If anyone lays as much as finger on her, before I fuck her, their dicks will be fed to the pigs, while they watch, and that includes you too Draco, you have been warned.
Let the inner guard know that she is theirs also, when we are done with her. The rest of the men are free to do whatever they wish with the porperty we leave here, and with the women of course. Wish them all good fucking from His Highness the King, and see to it that they thank Him, before they pillage and rape."

Releasing the wench with the red haired cunt, and passing the rope to Draco, I turned my horse around, and made my way back to the Manor House.

 

[dragonrazor]

Draco sighed, then turned to face the men slowly. Many of them could see the anger in his eyes, and one of them even cautioned him about what would happen if he didn't do as he was told. He sighed again, and closed his eyes. "You heard him. But before you do anything else, bury the dead."

He turned to look at her, and then started to carry her to the manor. He walked, as he always did. It wouldn't take him more than an hour to return, and the exercise would help clear his conscience.

 

[slippedhalo]

Gwendolyn was in shock. She couldn't believe what she was seeing and hearing. She lay limply, tears rolling down her face as the horse was led by the soldier taking her back to into town.

 

[dragonrazor]

As he walked, Draco muttered to himself. He could kill the lech, that was the easy part. The real part would be to make it look like a suicide, or something else. His muttering was easily understood by the woman on the horse he led, and gave her a good insight into his personality, as he went through various plans on how to kill the man.

 

[slippedhalo]

This one was not as comfortable killing her kind as the rest were, she could tell by how angry he was to have seen the gypsy camp destroyed and he seemed furious to have to take her back to the manor. It was a moment she wished she wasn't gagged so she could perhaps try to talk him out of it...maybe beg him to let her go and he could pretend she somehow escaped... She pleaded with him with the only communicative tool she had at her disposal, her eyes.

 

[dragonrazor]

Draco sighed, then stopped. He needed rest, as his anger was taking a toll on him. He leaned against a fence, closing his eyes and thinking. That's when it occurred to him. He had seen her before assisting the shaman that had healed him. Maybe she could take care of his problem for her. He opened his eyes, and looked at her. He stood up, then walked over to her and removed her gag.

"What would you do if I told you there was a way out of this, but it meant you'd have to take a life?"

 

[slippedhalo]

OOC: She's gagged. How can she answer you?

 

[dragonrazor]

OOC: oops, forgot about that...*runs to edit*

 

[slippedhalo]

Draco sighed, then stopped. He needed rest, as his anger was taking a toll on him. He leaned against a fence, closing his eyes and thinking. That's when it occurred to him. He had seen her before assisting the shaman that had healed him. Maybe she could take care of his problem for her. He opened his eyes, and looked at her. He stood up, then walked over to her and removed her gag.

"What would you do if I told you there was a way out of this, but it meant you'd have to take a life?"

Gwendolyn stared up at him in disbelief. "I...don't know if I can...take another's life, not even to protect my own. I won't lower myself to be like you people." She spat.

 

[dragonrazor]

Draco closed his eyes again, thinking. Poison would work, but it would be a matter of getting the poison into the man.

 

[slippedhalo]

She shifted uncomfortably as her bindings were making her hands tingle with oncoming numbness. "You could let me go." she suggests in a near whisper. "Just say I escaped. No one would have to know. You don't really want them to....do all those terrible things to me, do you?" she asked hopefully.

 

[dragonrazor]

He opened his eyes slowly. "I could, yes. However, he needs to die, and in a horrible way. Do you know your poisons?"

 

[slippedhalo]

Gwen shook her head. "I know how to heal a little bu tnothing strong. I am no healer, I read palms."

 

[dragonrazor]

Draco thought for a moment, then smiled. "I was thinking more along the lines of poisoning him."

 

[slippedhalo]

Gwen said nothing. She already told this imbecile she would not kill anyone.

 

[dragonrazor]

Draco sighed. "Looks like I have to do it myself. Which means I'll have to make it look like he killed himself, or like he tried to kill me."