Captured (Need a male) other char's as progresses

[Pyranha]

Captured (PM to join)

Narration:
Selicia's village was burning, they distroyed everything and everyone. A few of her people survived the burning and were running for cover, but the knights were hunting them down and killing them or capturing them for sport. They wore black armor and had the imprint of a blood red lily on the front of their breast plate. Most all of their horses were dark brown or black, but the one that was chasing her was white. The rider had a detailed helmet, and silver laced his armor as well as the red lily on his breast. It was the Captin of Mirasar's army, a ruthless and evil group of people. Orders to kill everyone they saw, capture only those that needed to be questioned. Selicia was the most beautiful woman in her village. She was going to move into the castle to be the princesses handmaiden after the war. The princess had loved her very much, mostly due to her kind heart and unique beauty. Selicia's heart twisted as she thought of what might have happened to the princess.

IC:
I ran as fast as I could, I hardly had a chance to look back, my sister survived the fire, but chances were she was killed by a passing knight. My hair was pure white, even though I was only 18, flecks of silver sparkeled through it making me an easy target. My eyes matched my hair and my fair skin was sensative to the blaring sun. Slipping behind a tree, my dress clinging to my slender body from the sweat pouring due to heat and exertion. My cloak caught on a tree branch disclosing my location. Just as I reached over to snatch it out of sight a black glove grabbed my wrist. Screaming I broke free and ran, my heart was beating wildly and I thought I was going to collapse. Dispite my petite figure I had a lot of stamina and purged on, running down a hill heading for the river where I hoped I could hold my breath long enough to hide. Hoofbeats were behind me, thank the godess for the underbrush slowing the horse and rider down. Making it to the river I dove in and started to swim. Just as I was about to sink myself to the bottom an arm grabbed my waist and hoisted me up and out of the water. I screamed and kicked as hard as I could, fighting with all my might. Looking at the face of the captor I saw a man with light brown hair, a kind face scrawled with frusteration and anger and a helmet with silver lining. Still struggling against his strong arms he put a cloth over my mouth and soon I fell into a dreamless sleep.

 

[MrWolf]

Sir Jonathon cursed to himself as he plunged his stallion into the woods, weaving back and forth and ducking low to avoid a tree branch. Tangling roots seemed to burst from the ground to snag at his horse's hooves and the girl he was after was moving through the woods nimble as a nymph.

For a moment, he lost her. Sir Jonathon almost cursed, but then a brilliant flash caught his eye. The silver lacing the woman's hair was sun almost like an opponent's armour, the bright reflection easy to spot. She was plunging into the cold river.

Well, that was no problem. Jonathon heeled his horse's flanks, spurring it to plunge into the water. He leaned out of the saddle, his armour dragging at him, but swooping down to seize the woman by the waist.

She was slender but fought like a cornered wolverine. She almost managed to break free of his grip before he got the soaked rag over her mouth. She quickly went limp and he set her over the bow of his saddle, turning his horse and heading back to the burning village.

"Ho, Captain," a boisterous voice called as he rode back into the smoking village. "Caught yourself a prize?"

Sir Jonathon turned to aim a stern gaze on the speaker. Among the Mirasari, position was subject to challenge and change. Jon had long since learned if he let his might be questioned, it would be tested. Fortunately, he had also learned a cold gaze that could drop most of his subordinates eyes and let him avoid having to kill to many of them.

Sir Jon looked over the village. Barokk had ordered him to lead a column here to slay as many as possible, take prisoners if necessary, and burn the remains. The burning and slaying were all but done. Most of the knights had a limp shape in skirts over their saddlebows and a feminine scream told him that those few that didn't, soon would.

Status amongst the Mirasari was oft determined by how many captives a knight had taken in battle, and Sir Jon suspected that every pretty girl in town would be taken for 'questioning'. Perhaps even most of the not so pretty ones. Even an ugly wench could be sold, traded, diced on or gifted away.

A few of the oldest knights had taken it upon themselves to gather up the village's horses. The animals would be returned to the camp in good condition. Amongst the Mirasari, it was a grave sin to slay or ill use a horse. They didn't like harming dogs either, though it wasn't a sin to kill an enemy's guard dog or warhound.

"We are done here," Sir Jon said sharply to his lieutenant. "Gather the men."

A quite blow on the horn later, and the column was moving out.

The main force of the Mirasari was camped beneath a great stone castle. The castle's walls were straight as arrows, its moat wide and deep, it's gates thick and proud. That castle was the heart of it's kingdom, and the Mirasari had come to claim it.

Sir Jonathon unceremoniously dumped his captive off his saddle bow, dropping her into the arms of his squire. The boy would see to binding her so she couldn't escape.

Then, Jon turned to speak to the group of captives as a whole. "We are here to take yon castle. You will provide us with information. How many men does the Princess have? How much wheat, meat, and wine? Does the castle have fresh water? Are there secret ways in past the moat?"

Small chance of that. But still, any chance was better than a siege that could cost many lives. "Answer quickly and honestly and you will not be harmed. Hold out or try to escape and you will suffer."

Jon felt a touch of guilt over that. Even if the girls knew everything Jon had asked and revealed it immediately, their Mirasari captors would hardly release them.

Still, his orders given, the column began to disperse, spreading out over the disorganized war camp. Jon swung down from his saddle, tossing the reigns of his horse to his page and pulling off his silver helm, his light brown hair matted with sweat from the raid. He looked over at his squire, to see if his own captive had come to yet.

 

[Pyranha]

Selicia

My head was pounding and I couldnt move my arms. My neck was sore and made it hard to lift my head. Groggily I tried to open my eyes. pasty and tiard ,the full force of the day had taken its toll on my body. I looked around to see where I was. Remembering the events before I passed out made my heart jump as my surroundings made more sence. A dim light lit the tent as the sun was setting and the candle in the corner gave off an eerie glow. I heard many footsteps and shouts as they made plans to take over the castle.

Princess Aeva! Panick struck as I relized that she was in extreme danger. Aeva was my closest friend, though our appearence differed, our personalities were very similar. She had Hair black as night, and eye's so dark and mysterious that you were never sure what their color was. I was petite and shorter than her, she was muscular and came just under nose to nose with most men. I was studying Magick and she was a warrior. Dispite those opposites, we were closer than most mates. My handmaiden oppertunity was just a guise for us to be closer to one another.

" Captain I found the escape tunnel, It runs underground and opens up about 4 miles south of the river bridge" I heard a soldier say. Goddess please protect Aeva, I thought furiously " We captured the princess and the queen, the queen was killed along with her soldiers and the princess is being held in the camp across the river"

" Very well go see what information you can get from her, I will be there to see her later, I prefer that she be alive" said a deep harsh voice " Yes Captain" I screamed as the soldier ran off. My hands were bound behind my back and attached to a metal loop jutting out from the ground. I pulled furiously, rubbing my wrists raw, my bound ankles were attached causing that skin to redden as well. My torn dress was pulled up from my antics and wrapped around my hips, my cloak was missing, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. I didn't care for the moment, I wanted to see her, make sure she wasn't hurt I felt an agony for her that made tears run freely down my face, leaving trails of clean skin on my dirt ridden cheeks. I saw a young boy standing in the doorway motioning to someone.

The man who had captured me walked into the tent "Silence woman!" He shouted with such force I felt as if the air had been knocked out of my lungs. I couldn't speak, I couldn't think. I was mesmerized by the force of his presence. After a moment I relized how exposed I was and became instantly flushed. I tried to pull my legs up but the rope had twisted its self so that I couldn't move. Tears still flowing freely down my face, but I didn't make a sound.

Smiling, the soldier they called Captain unhitched his sword, as well as a few other weapons. Took off his breastplate revealing a thin cotten shirt drenched from the day's heat and showing a tanned muscular build. His face went a little softer, his blue grey eyes were mysterious and held no clues as to what he was thinking. Dipping a peice of cloth into a bucket of water he knelt down and wiped the dirt off my face. Turning my head away slightly ashamed that he was so close to me and I was so indecent. " I have never seen a woman with such a unique beauty, were you born like this m'Lady?" He asked as he softened my tangled hair, and continued to wipe away the dirt from my neck, and my chest. I wanted to fight, I wanted to kick him away to spit in his face. I just nodded and kept looking away. " Whats your name he whispered, his face close to my ear now. " Si- um Silicia sir." I barely managed, feeling his body so close, what was wrong with me? Why was I being so cooperative? I should be fighting him, telling him nothing. The cloth was soon washing my breasts, "No sir please, I can bathe myself" He said nothing, continued washing my stomach, and unbuttoning my dress as he went down. When he reached my abdomen I found my defiance, " No Sir if you please I can bathe myself" I said scooting away the best I could.

 

[MrWolf]

Sir Jonathon chuckled softly as the girl squirmed in her bonds. She had chafed her wrists and ankles red, but remained well knotted. Her cheeks and neck were almost as red from blushing, and as Jon tugged at her dress, he couldn't help but wonder how far down her blush went.

She was a unique beauty, with hair pale as an albino's but for the silver streaks in it. Her eyes were nearly as silvery as her hair, perhaps more so and her skin was fairer than any Mirasari's. By herself, she was a fit prize who would add prestige to his House.

Jon chuckled again at her protests. "But, how can you bathe yourself with your hands bound? And how can I be sure you won't try to escape if I unbind you?"

Sir Jonathon dipped the rag into the bucket again. There was really quite a lot of mud on the girl from her flight into the woods. "If you'd prefer I can summon my squire to tend to cleaning you?" Jon raised his eyebrow.

 

[Pyranha]

selicia

At first the Captain ignored my requests, his chuckle was kind, but unnerving. He continued to unbutton my dress his hand lightly and unintentionaly brushing my thigh as he released the final button, causing a small shock to envelope my body. Why was I reacting to him like this... I must stop. He was evil, took over my country, and kidnapped my princess. He can act as kind as he wants, he is still the enemy!

"But, how can you bathe yourself with your hands bound? And how can I be sure you won't try to escape if I unbind you?" he said softly, but with a hint of sarcasm. Continuing his decent with the wet cloth, I squirmed, not necessarily out of protest. I was trying to keep my body from reacting to him. Pulling back a little, looking offended he asked if I wanted his squire to bathe me instead.

"No Captain please" I mumbled I was so frusterated and "Common" was my second language. Forming it in my head was getting to be too much. " I just, I will not escape" Lowering my eyes " I have never been touched by a man" I said hoping he would understand. As long as I can remember I was raised by a woman, and a man had never even touched my arm, or hand... nothing. This was excruciating to me, not understanding the strange reactions my body was betraying me for.

The captain looked surprised. Tears started running down my cheeks again. He stood up and walked over to the door, "Get 4 guards to surround the tent, if anyone but me comes out, contain them." The captain walked back in and closed the door to the tent. Removing his armored leggings I saw a bulge in his breeches. " A man has never even tasted your lips?" He asked looking mildly amused, but also very aroused. Fear took over me, he looked as if he were going to see to it that I could never claim that again. " Captain please!" I barely managed to get out as fear and agony caught in my throat. "Young lady" he said quietly "I do not ask a question twice".

Taking a deep breath I calmed myself. At least for the time being he was with holding himself. " Sir, a man has not even so much as touched my shoulder to get my attention. Surely no man has seen me... naked" The last word was spoken so softly I wasn't sure he heard it. " If that statement was true" he said with conviction "Then the only men to have touched you up untill this point are my squire and myself?" he didn't believe me. Why should he, He has probably never thought that possible.

I closed my eyes as he bent over me, not sure if I wanted him or not. He reached over and touched my inner thigh and ran his finger softly over my slit. My body shook, and my breathing got a little heavier. " I kind of like that idea" he whispered in my ear. pushing a little further and circling my clit I found my self very wet and my body went weak.

Untying my bonds he put a chain around my neck and locked with a bolt that needed a key to remove. attaching it to the metal loop in the ground he handed me the cloth and bucket. Sitting on his make shift bed, he leaned back resting his hands behind his head and watched. " Very well m'Lady, wash your self." Grateful to no longer be in that agonizing position, but fearful of what this man had in mind for me. I decided it best to obey.

 

[Tanuki]

Princess Aeva

Aeva kept her head low as she followed the Queen's guards through the dark tunnel. She hated to run from a fight, and she had argued with her mother bitterly. They always argued, for neither approved of the other. The princess was trained as a warrior, by the best swordsmen in the Queen's army. Although she'd never fought in real combat, she felt herself more than a match for the average man. Her mother was the conniving type, believing in wile and treachery to get what she wanted. But in the end, as usual, Aeva did as she was told, and followed her mother down the 4 mile escape tunnel, fleeing the castle and leaving its occupants to their fate. A fate which didn't sit well at all with the young princess.

The enemy waited til everyone had cleared the tunnel before they sprung their ambush. A deadly hail of arrows whistled from the trees, felling the outer ring of soldiers around the Queen and her daughter. Aeva flattened herself to the ground as an arrow hissed over her head, and then she heard a scream - her mother. Aeva's blood ran cold as she leapt to her feet, and moved the distance to the Queen in seconds. The dark-haired woman lay twitching on the ground, a Mirasari arrow protruding from the side of her neck, her last moments devoid of dignity as she gurgled and coughed away her lifeblood. Aeva tried desperately to stem the wound, warm blood covering her hands, but it was no use. The soldiers about her were now engaged in brutal combat with the enemy, and Aeva gently let go of her mother's lifeless body.

What heartless bastards would kill a Queen? The rage built inside her until she exploded, becoming a whirling, slender dark-haired demon as she drew her sword and plunged into the crowd. The girl made no sound, save the whistling blade that sliced into the nearest Mirasari warrior, only to be yanked out and plunged into another that came to his aid. The blade penetrated so deeply into the man's chest that Aeva was unable to pull it free. She jumped into the air, both feet landing on the man's chest to drive him toward the ground. Standing on the chest of the impaled soldier, she used all the strength in her slender frame to pull her sword free, but with it came a crimson spurt that struck her face and blinded her.

With an angry swipe of her hand, Aeva wiped the blood on the sleeve of her blouse, and hefted her sword, looking for another enemy to attack. She paused, to look on the strange scene about her. She was surrounded by men in the black armor of the Mirasari. None of her mother's soldiers were left standing. The Mirasari were staring at her warily, unsure what to do, until finally a large man stepped forward.

"Princess Aeva, you will surrender now, or die by the sword," said the man, keeping a decent distance from the girl. They'd seen how quickly she could move, and were taking no chances.

"I am not afraid to die. Are you?" answered the girl, her voice strangely calm despite the rage still burning brightly inside her, that put reason beyond her grasp. She looked into the faces of the soldiers. So young, just boys some of them, probably younger than her 20 years. Though many stood taller than she, some had a fearful look. Her colorful armor had streaks of blood, and she looked possessed with her dark, mysterious eyes and blood-smeared face. Aeva looked down, and saw the face of the man she'd slain, only moments ago. He looked so lifeless, his expression blank, the vitality of life replaced by the finality of death. Suddenly the rage drained from her, and a terrible sadness threatened to crush her heart. In that same instance, a blow to the back of her head sent her mind into blackness, and she slumped to the ground.

 

[MrWolf]

Sir Jon smiled in dark amusement as the woman, Selicia, explained her complete lack of experience with men. Jon thought it was false - Women often claimed virtue, but most village girls were hardly shy when it came down to it.

Still, the pretty minx with her hair of snow and silver blushed bright as a virgin and squirmed in pain near ecstasy as he touched her, ran his fingers over her soft skin. Finally, Jon relented, taking his hands off her and taking a seat on his field cot. It wasn't a Mirasari trait, but Sir Jon had prided himself that he had never taken a woman to his bed unwilling. He still held to the old code of Chivalry that much at least.

On the other hand, he had rode with the Mirasari since he was old enough to sit a saddle, ever since his own kingdom had been absorbed by the Mirasari. The Mirasari were wild horsemen then, half naked savages on tall mounts. Those horsemen had added bright plate armour from Alace, sharp lances from Cormon, catapults from Tzengal. And of course, tacticians from his own Devery, the only nation that had joined the Mirasari peacefully, absorbed in total into the growing Empire.

The Devery knight in him shied away from rape. The Mirasari horseman couldn't help but gloat over the sweet fruit of conquest.

Jon sat on his cot, lacing his hands behind his head and reclining, casually as if he were about to watch an opera in Tzengal. He watched the stripped and chained woman in the steel tub.

Selicia stiffened and moaned, realizing that he didn't intend to give her any respite. She nervously began to fiddle with the soap, as if reluctant to wash under his interested gaze.

Jon smirked slightly and was about to murmur a word of encouragement, when a commotion from the door distracted him.

Jon rose and stalked over to the tent flap, grabbing his sword as he did. "I said we were not to be disturbed!"

A big Mirasari, with the classic black hair and black eyes, pale skinned and sharp nosed, saluted sharply, fist banging on the steel plate of his black armour.

"Pardon, Captain, but we have something..."

The man stepped to the side slightly and Jon saw her. Jon might have thought her a Mirasari woman herself, with her black hair, but her skin wasn't quite so pale. The woman had been stripped nude and her wrists and ankles were manacled. Blood splattered her skin and face.

"Who is this? Is she hurt?" Jon demanded.

"We believe this is Aeva," the big soldier replied. "The blood is not hers, she slew Dramon. We stripped her armour and cuffed her. She has skill with a sword, but isn't strong as most of us."

The last, added thoughtfully, was quite a tribute from an old warhound like Bartoc. Aeva. The entire reason they'd come to this place in the first place.

"Inside," Jon commanded, motioning to his guards, and they carried the naked, bound woman inside.

Then he turned his attention back to Bartok. "What happened?"

"We caught a party trying to flee an escape tunnel and ambushed them with archers. The queen was slain by accident in the first volley," Bartoc reported quickly.

"Our men, or Sir Derok's?" Jon asked quickly, but he already knew the answer.

"Yours, Sir. Sir Derok has no claim. It is said he is furious," Bartoc replied with a certain black humour, a man laughing at the gallows.

Jon could have laughed as well. When the Captains met in Mirasar to elect a new Chief, who had conquered the most would weigh heavily. Bringing a western princess on a leash would add luster to his claims, so Derok had come her to claim one and show himself to be a leader. But, now the princess had fallen cleanly, to Jon's men. Derok's men had not fought in the ambush, so Derok could not dispute Jon's claim of the prisoner.

The savour of blocking his rival's ambition was almost sweeter than the conquest itself.

Jon nodded and turned to return to his tent. "Well done, Bartoc. Oh, and Bartoc? See that I am not disturbed again."

With that, Jon smiled and walked back into his tent, letting the flap fall. He had a victory to enjoy.

 

[scribe_m]

Bartoc emerged from the tent and put his helmet on his head. Surely, for capturing such a prize, he was close to the coveted post of the King's Guard. Guard indeed, he thought. How much guarding did the King need against a castle of nothing but slaves? He would have his answer later, as he looked for a woman for himself. A man of his stature, he felt foolish for not having one, but princesses were *always* trouble. He at least was glad that his rank prevented him from the front of the war. Slaying old men and children did not appeal to him, nor the thought of dying under a fallen, burning, house. Snapping at some guards to keep the captain from being disturbed, he commandeered a woman from one of his lower-ranking soldiers. Not unattractive, he thought. Towering above her in his deep black armor, he yelled, "Who are you and tell me why I should not slay you now?"

OOC: Pyra will be playing the role of the woman. Thanks!


Scribe.

 

[Pyranha]

Selicia

Selicia:

I sat in a tub the Captain had ordered be brought in and filled. Seemed like an oversized bucket used to feed chickens in our village. Wondering exactly what this knight had planned to do i cast my gaze to the soap in my hand. Feeling violated, and unable to control the tears falling down my cheeks I slowly washed the dirt from my arm.

Out of nowhere the Captain jumped up and ran to the tent door. I took this oppertunity to clean myself quickly with out the peircing gaze of this man and almost managed to do so when I heard the guards claim they captured the princess and kill the queen.

"Aeva!!!!" I shouted "Aeva please.. are you alright AEVA!" I screamed as loud as I could but no one paid any heed. Crying uncontrolably I attempted to get out of the make shift tub. Choking myself I pulled as hard as I could on the metal loop in the ground when Aeva was shoved inside the tent.

Gasping and trying to touch her she was barely out of reach and could barely make out what was going on around her. Listless she stood there, a glazed look in her eyes. "Aeva, please answer me. It's me Selicia please say something!" I said trying to get her attention. Finally she looked at me, there was nothing behind her eyes, just a fog. She had obviously been poisened with a drug to keep her from fighting. After a moment she collapsed, falling close enough for me to sit on the ground and put her head in my lap. I brushed the hair from her face and started to clean the blood from her neck, trying to see if there was a wound, after a moment I relized the blood she wore was not her own. " gracious love, what have you done" I whispered to her, resting my cheek on her fevered forehead.

I did not notice the captain as he bounded into the room singing triumphantly for some ungodly reason untill he grabbed my face and forced me to look at him.
"Do you know this woman Selicia?" He asked looking annoyed. "There is not a soul in this kingdom that does not Captain" I said renewed venom in my voice. No one hurt Princess Aeva and got away with it. "I see, how well do you know her?" his eyebrow raised and a grin creeped around his lips. "Think nothing of it Sir, I am merely comforting an injured kinsman" I said refusing to look at him even though he still held my face. "Look at me woman when I talk to you! I demand nothing less than respect" he shouted before lowering his voice "sad though I thought you were warming up to me." He chuckled as this whole situation amused him once again.

Weather it was my naked wet body or the anger writhing inside me I started to shake involuntarily clasping my fists I screamed as loud as my voice could in the language of my birth people "You bastard, what gives you the right to hurt those who have never laid a hand on you, curse you to Goddess Lorikka!" I was the only one in this village who knew the language other than the old woman and her young daughter who took me in as a child, in which I taught them, and they had probably died in the flames of our small home.

Not relizing I had even used the language I was sure he would strike me for the harsh words I used. Instead he looked amazed. He let go of my face and took a step backwards. "Where did you learn that language" he asked still in shock. Though he did not know what I had said, he knew the language form somewhere. Understanding what saved me from his wrath i calmed down. However still angry my tone was far from kind " I am not born of these people. or hadn't you noticed?"

Just then Aeva started to stir, and the captain removed her bindings and attached her neck to a chain as well, but tied her to the opposite end of the tent. A few minutes later she came to and looked around. Not wanting to be disturbed, and more facinated by me than ever he took a small bottle of fluid from his pelt and poured a few drops onto a peice of white cloth he also retrieved from his pelt. Walking over to Aeva he put it to her mouth and nose and held it there untill she fell into another deep restful sleep.

So that is what he did to me I thought. " rinse the dirt off in the tub" he ordered since I had jumped out of it wet, therefore attaching dirt to where ever my wet body touched. Obeying he laid out a blanket where I soon laid on. Guards took the tub away as ordered by the Captain and he started touching me again. Only this time there was a tenderness behind his eyes that I had not seen all day.

" I believe you" he said simply. I had no idea what he was talking about at first, then it dawned on me. Sitting up a little to reply he pushed me back down gently. taking off his shirt, " I know of your people, and I know of their customs. I was in love with one once, but they killed her." his eye's grew dark remembering. " You do not choose your mate do you? You get chosen, and you are not supposed to be willing are you?" he said looking at me with an expression I could not read. His shirt was removed now, and his breeches were hitting the floor as he said that last word. " I don't know, I was not raised with their c-cus-stoms" I lied shivering, though my body was reacting to his touch as he knelt over me, straddling my legs. His hand traced my inner thigh, and his hardness pressed into my leg. My naturally bare "lips" were open and exposed causing my whole face to blush. As he pushed his finger deep into my sex, and his hardness slid further up my leg I relized he knew my customs well, and was with in his rights to claim me. Fear took hold and I felt the air gush out of my lungs, as my breathing got heavier...

 

[Pyranha]

Sarah

Sarah:

I woke up tied to a metal steak outside of a tent along with 3 other girls. Nautious and fevered I thought I was sick and this was all a bad dream. Then I remembered my mother, old and unable to move quickly died in my arms in the burning home we once lived in. She had ordered my sister Selicia to run for cover and to retrieve her after all the mess was over with. Urging Selicia on I knew I may never see my beloved little sister again. After I said a little prayer I tried to run myself, but some young knight overpowered me and put a cloth over my mouth where I instantly fell asleep. Being one of four I assumed he was collecting the women for some mad reason. Finally being able to pull myself into a kneeling position I was offered a drink of water, which tasted brackish and a little of blood. Gagging he laughed and kicked me in the stomach. Pouring the rest on my head I became cold as the chill wind blew against my bare skin and tattered clothing.

Looking up i saw Princess Aeva listless and being dragged with chains heading for the bridge that led to the other side of the river. Soon I was following the cherade only I ended up attached to a post not too far from the tent they took the princess to.

"Aeva!!!! Aeva please.. are you alright AEVA!" The voice that screamed that sounded so familiar. Listening carefully I tried to hear more, but because of all the uproar everything sounded the same.

A dark figure with a helmet that covered his face walked straight up to me put his sword under my chin and bellowed at me. Not understanding at first what he was yelling I relized he was asking who I was and why he should let me live. I didn't know how to answer the second question and didn't want to answer the first. Letting him kill me seemed like a sweet escape untill I heard Selicia's language attached to that familiar voice. It WAS Selicia, she sounded tortured, her voice almost unrecognizeable. Reviving my will to live I looked my perpetrator in the eye and claimed a false name... "Julia" I said though not convincing " and I have no reason to think of since I am currently at the mercy of your temper now aren't I?" I hoped that he was one to enjoy a challenge, but I was wrong. he sliced my tattered blouse and skirt from my body before I could even think anything further. "Now Julia" he spat angerily " Last chance". Lowering my head just enough to not slice my own neck I submitted my self. " In exchange for my life, I will serve you fully." Angry at my self for giving up so quickly, i was consoled by the fact that my sister was still alive. At least she was my sister as far as the Village was concerned.

Tying a rope around my neck the man yanked hard causing me to fall on my face. He sliced the bonds that held my ankles and caused some thick red blood to spill over my pale skin. Weaker than most woman in my village I was terrifid. I stood up and prepared for another harsh yank but instead he took a handful of my auburn hair and smelled it, i washed it in lavendar this morning, and judging from his face, traces of the scent lingered. He stepped back and took in my petite body and full breasts. Traced a finger from my jaw, down between my breasts and past my stomach. Touching just above the pelvis, he nodded in approval and mounted me on his horse taking fast hold of the rope attached to my neck as he jumped on behind me.

 

[MrWolf]

Jon could hear a sharp cry from the tent as he let the flap fall and strode back inside.

Selicia, nude and wet was huddle protectively over the second captive. So it is Aeva then,[/] Sir Jon noted. Not that he thought Sir Bartoc would have made that kind of mistake. The man was one of the most competent soldiers to ride under the Blood Lilly banner.

Jon set his sword down in the corner, well away from where either woman could reach, then demanded "How do you know her?"

Jon raised an immediate eyebrow as the woman claimed to be defending a kinswoman. The bonds of blood were important, but two women less likely to be kin Jon had never seen. Selicia was snow clouds, Aeva, midnight mist. Beside a relative of the royal person would not be living in a shack in a tiny village.

Sir Jon had heard from the older Riders that sometimes, when a seraglio had grown too larger for a Knight to attend to all the women, that the women would seek comfort amongst themselves. He had never had a seraglio of his own to see that himself, but he supposed it was not impossible that the custom had spread in the western realms. After all, most of the women in Mirasar were born in the west and brought to Mirasar as prizes of battle.

And then the maiden of snow and silver screamed at him, in a language he hadn't heard in years. He didn't speak the language himself, but he recognized it. He even knew the word Lorikka, a pagan Goddess outlawed and forbidden in Mirasar, but venerated by one group of women.

Sir Jon carefully removed the shacles around Aeva's ankles and loosened the manacles at her wrists, though he didn't remove them entirely. Only fools thought a woman completely helpless just because she was nude and captured. Indeed, wiser Riders than him had warned him that that was when women were at their most dangerous. Still, Aeva slumped over as he put the cloth to her mouth and slipped a blanket around her for the night.

Then he turned his attention back to Selicia. He moved towards her as the guards removed the bathing tub from the tent. Jon lightly rested the tips of his finger along her knee, then slowly stroked his hand upwards, across her thigh and inwards, brushing against her. The was no hair on her legs or across the curved joint between them. Many slaves shaved themselves, but this was different, a smoothness that had no follicles. No thread of hair had ever grown on her, and Jon knew if he checked her underarm or the nape of her neck, they would be marble smooth as well.

She was breathing quicker, her lovely breasts rising and falling, perhaps in fear and perhaps in arousal. He walked in towards her, pressing her back, till the backs of her legs brushed the low metal frame of his silk field cot. His free hand he slipped around her, running his fingers lightly along the arch of her back, stroking her spine lightly.

She arched and he laid her out on the length of his cot, then slid over on top of her. In some ways, she was as much a prize as a princess, for her people were rare and valued.

Jon leaned down and brushed his lips against hers, soft at first, but becoming harding, taking her lower lip in between his and kissing her deeply.

She was a sweet prize and he meant to savour her fully.

 

[Pyranha]

Selicia

HE got up and looked at me, unreadable eyes. Unattached my chain and had me stand up. Pushed me back towards his cot gently he managed to lay me out, more comfortable than the gound at least I thought. Hovering over me my breathing got heavier. Why was I so attracted to this man. I should fight it. He has already tarnished me, but if I let him take me, I will have no choice but to be his for the rest of my life. Then he kissed me. Softly at first, and I felt myself give in then more passionate, and all thoughts left my mind. I waited to see what he would do next...

 

[MrWolf]

Jon could feel the woman's breathing quickening beneath him, which was good. He reached up and took her silver hair in his fist, giving a tug to pull her head back, baring her neck.

Her neck was long and slender and he kissed it, then nipped it, not hard enough to break her skin, but hard enough to remind her he had teeth. With a soft chuckle, he reached around her with his free hand and cupped her behind, giving her a hard squeeze. "Haven't you heard? In Mirasar, Lorrikka is dead. Only the One True God matters."

He gave her behind another hard squeeze, feeling the firm, soft skin under his fingers, then used his hand in her hair to force her to lay out flat on the cot. He took his hand out of her hair to grab his pillow, a rare luxury. A ringing slap on her behind told her to lift her hips, and he slid the pillow under her for padding for what he intended to do next.

"You might make an acceptable concubine, once I have you better trained, Selicia," he teased her, then nipped her neck again.

 

[Pyranha]

The captain took a dark turn as he started biting my neck. Fear seemed to reside in me now, with no hope of releasing its harsh grip. Smacking my tender flesh I instinctivly raised my hips as he slid a pillow underneith me. I turned my head to the side and tears flowed down my face.

He told me that to his people Lorikka was dead. I knew better. Lorikka was my goddess, and nothing would change that.

"You might make an acceptable concubine, once I have you better trained, Selicia," he teased her, then nipped her neck again.

Anger and rage took me over, I took a length of chain and wrapped it around his neck. I could tell he wasn't expecting this because his eyes went wide as he gasp'd for air. A guard peeked inside, but did nothing. I noted that he was probably very disliked.

Captain tried to reach around and pin my arm but i was very nimble and slipped away managing to get onto his back I pulled the chain deadly tight and summoned up the courage to use a spell my mother had taught me as a child and was to only be used in dire emergencies. A spell that would close his windpipe. Only once I said it I would be too weak to continue so I better say it right.

".........."
After casting the spell I blacked out. My body used all the energy it possessed. Captain was still alive when i came to, but barely. His skin was blue and it was obvious he was trying hard to breath. I was only out for a minute it seemed but there were guards looking at the captain shocked and looking at me with a renewed fear in their eyes.

"Get leutinet, now!" one gaurd said shakily, and backed out of the tent not willing to touch me to my relief. Taking the key from Captains pelt I went to work on aeva's chains. She was still passed out and I was not strong enough to carry her. I had prayed I could get her out before the leutenit, who brought Aeva in, was summoned.

 

[scribe_m]

"Guards!" yelled Bartoc, storming into the Captain's tent. "The Captain has been hurt! Who is the guard on duty?"

The Guard meekly stepped forward, he reward a quick death. Wiping the blood from his sword, the Guard ordered, "Bind the woman's hands! Gag her mouth! I have heard of this witchcraft and we must prevent her from speaking or using her hands!" With a blow to the head, those were the last words Selicia heard until waking up...

Selicia felt the wood press into her back. She was mounted on two cross-pieces of wood, shaped in an X. She was laid back horizontally on the wooden structure, raised a few feet off the ground. Her hands were tied down, as were her legs, spread open. She was blindfolded. The princess and Sarah wore collars attached to ropes. They stood side by side to Selecia, and were forced to kneel. All three had been dragged to the center of what remained in the town, guards and villagers watching this awful sight.

The lietenant smiled. "While the captain is resting, perhaps we shall have some entertainment." He walked towards Selicia, and began massaging the area just above her legs. "My princess," he sneered, "If this woman is valuable to you, you will tell us where the King has fled. Or perhaps you are weak and she is your 'friend', and you will let us use your body instead?" He let out a loud laugh. "Even if she is unimportant to you, you will see her as an example of the fate you shall have if you do not tell us."

Turning towards the other woman, he continued. "And you. I did not have time to talk with you. Your pretty torn clothes show you are no mere woman of this village. Perhaps you are also a servant of the queen. Do you know this other woman," he asked, still rubbing her. "If she is known to you, perhaps it is best you tell me now who you are. But if not, or if she or the queen is your enemy, I suggest you enjoy the show."

OOC: Leaving it pretty open here! PM me for any plot developements or character interaction you're interested in, k?



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[Pyranha]

Selicia

Everything happened so fast. The next thing I know I woke up tied to a cross naked in front of what seemed to be everyone alive. My embarrassment showed from head to toe. My sister and dearest friend were kneeling on either side of me ropes tied to their necks like dogs. If only I had stuck to my studies in magick, I could do something. Foolish girl my mother used to say, Rather play outside than stick to those books, It will come to nip you in the butt one day young lady. Truer words have never been spoken, Leering eyes wanted to touch me, and do who knows what. Captain is still near death at least. If I go down I wont go alone. The leutenit started to touch me, and I felt myself involuntarily move away as best I could. This only caused him to anger and he grabbed a handful of my silver hair and pulled it so I was looking at him. "Hold still slut or I will call my men to force you to do so." Knowing what he said to be true I forced myself to hold still, praying he would forget aeva and sarah.

I could see the evil spilling out over him, and the hatred in his eyes. I smelled lust on his breath and felt the misery in his touch. I felt like a withered sprout left in the garden to get beaten upon by the weather, and trampling feet of animals. Closing my eyes I tuned out everything. The leering eyes, lude remarks, unwanted touching and awful smells. I imagined I was walking along the shore of a beautiful lake, Silvery and shiny, with a waterfall spraying drops of diamonds where it met the still body benieth it surrounded by colorful flowers of all shapes and sizes and animals that wanted attention and a loving touch.

All of a sudden my eyes shot open, my head lifted off the wood and my breath caught in my throat, I couldnt hardly breath as the horrible sensation spread throughout my body...

OOC: Lady Fairy is going to play Sarah from now on.... I however am still all scribe's

 

[LadyFairy]

Cleo

Cleo's father had been one of the hunt's men of the village, he had wanted a son, and was slightly dissapointed when his wife died after giving birth to a girl, but soon took joy in teaching her how to hunt at his side. They were out hunting when the village, and caslte was attacked. Hearing the screams from the village they had made their way back to see what they could do. Only to discover that it was too late, when they were attacked as well.
.............
Cleo's last vision before being left for dead was watching her father being cut down. Her head pounded from where her father had hit her knocking her to the ground, taking the blow ment for her.

Thinking her only a younger male insted of a female for the way she was clothed. The knight had tryed to run her thru, and killed her father insted. When she didnt move the knight left her for dead to chace down one of the young village girls.

Slowly sitting up she raised her hand to the back of her head. Her hair was matted with dryed blood from a minor cut on the back of her head, but other than a small bit of nasua she seemed fine. Her long red hair was thankfully still held back by its braid, a few tendrals falling in her face, but the cap she had been wearing was lost.

Looking around she reolized that her bow and arrows were still near by, but she didnt see what good they would do her at the moment. If they found her they would ether kill her or take her captive. Slowly getting to her feet taking her bow with her she stuck to the trees and worked her way around to see what she could discover. Trying not to let her greif over her father and what was left of the village distract her.

After making her way around to where she could see what was going on she watched horrified as the princess, Sarah, and Selicia were tied out in the open naked for all to see. She couldnt hear what was being said but she new she had to do something, but what could one girl do against an army... They would only track her and kill her.

Cleo watched as the knight begain touching Selicia's naked body. Narrowing her emreld green eyes her anger giving her the courage she needed she couldnt just stand there and watch, better to die now fighting and be done with it. She thought as raised her bow, and took aim on the knight's hand.

Taking her time she took careful aim so as not to hit Selcia, Sara or the princess.. and released the arrow, watching only long enough to see it hit its mark before ducking back and making a run for it thru the trees. Praying her death would be a quick one.

 

[Tanuki]

Aeva became slowly aware of voices, people milling about. She'd had strange dreams, and her dear friend Selicia was in it. Her eyelids felt heavy, and it took much effort to open them against the bright sunlight. When she finally opened her eyes, she wished she hadn't.

The day's terrible events flooded back to her . . . her mother's death, her own enraged battle, and now, she looked up to see a sea of black armored Mirasari soldiers, and the nearest ones were learing at her.

Aeva hadn't realized she was kneeling, and she looked down and discovered another alarming fact, she was naked. And bound, her wrists behind her, and her ankles felt like they were manacled. As a princess, no man had seen her naked. But now, these filthy bastard Mirasari were enjoying the view. She blushed deeply despite her efforts to keep her chin high and her spirits up. A sudden shiver of fear rippled through her, a crippling, helpless fear that threatened to make her faint. Quickly she tried to surpress it. It was not so easy to have courage, without her sword and armor. But she was a princess, and therefore too valuable to kill, or . . . worse.

A man who seemed to be in charge was speaking. "While the captain is resting, perhaps we shall have some entertainment." He walked towards a woman to her left, and Aeva turned to see Selicia, her long-time friend. The poor girl was also naked, and trussed up on a large X. Aeva felt a tear run down her cheek, but she held her tongue, not wanting to reveal anything to their captors. Her eyes darkened as she watched the man begin to examine her. "My princess," he sneered, "If this woman is valuable to you, you will tell us where the King has fled. Or perhaps you are weak and she is your 'friend', and you will let us use your body instead?" He let out a loud laugh. "Even if she is unimportant to you, you will see her as an example of the fate you shall have if you do not tell us."

He turned towards the other woman, it was Sarah, she realized, with another pang of sorrow. "And you. I did not have time to talk with you. Your pretty torn clothes show you are no mere woman of this village. Perhaps you are also a servant of the queen. Do you know this other woman," he asked, still rubbing her. "If she is known to you, perhaps it is best you tell me now who you are. But if not, or if she or the queen is your enemy, I suggest you enjoy the show."

Aeva had seen enough. "Let them go, Mirasari." she said, her voice as commanding as she could manage, bound and kneeling naked before them. "If it is ransom you are seeking, I am the one you want. Let these two women go, and I will go willingly with you."

OOC: I think I should bring up the rules about controlling (especially killing) other people's characters without their consent, that's being done in this thread.

From the sticky:

·Taking influence: When playing remember that all participants have equal rights (unless agreed upon differently) in influencing the development of the story. It is absolutely BAD style to play others’ characters!

 

[Pyranha]

Ooc

OOC:

If you note ( Captain is still near death at least) He is not dead, can heal and take revenge any time he wants. The story was getting a little ..dull I had to spice it up a bit... sorry

 

[scribe_m]

Aeva had seen enough. "Let them go, Mirasari." she said, her voice as commanding as she could manage, bound and kneeling naked before them. "If it is ransom you are seeking, I am the one you want. Let these two women go, and I will go willingly with you."

"Ransom?? A mere ransom? No! We have taken everything already! We have everything you possess. Your castle, your gold, and now you. But we need to find the King. The Queen is dead, but she is nothing but a recepticle for the King to bear an heir." Pushing to her to the ground, Bartoc demanded, "Tell me. Where is the King?"

He did not have time for an answer. He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his arm as he felt the arrow embed itself into it. Flying into a fit of rage, he cursed loudly and yelled at some of the soldiers to hunt down and find the hunter. "Damn you all! I shall raze this village by nightfall! And I shall flay you soldiers personally if you cannot find the insolent fool who dares hurt the King's soldiers!"

Screaming at the princess, "Go? Let them go? You are a defiant one and you shall be pleading to let them merely live!" Gripping the princess by the throat, he lifted her up in the air and threw her down on top of Seliicia's bound body. "Now, my Princess", he hissed. "Your resistance shall be paid by my taking of this woman. Listen to her as I destroy her while she is still alive."

Bartoc pulled out his cock from his pants and entered Selicia's flesh. Her walls were dry, as her tore into her body...


OOC: Tanuki and LadyFairy, do PM me if the thread gets out of hand. I skimmed your previous posts and know I may be pushing things here.

OOC: Had a few other ideas: a) Toss in a few other guards to violate the princess on top of Selecia's body. b) have Bartoc force Sarah to "help make it easier to penetrate" Selecia. Oh, like you're surprised at my writing this after sticking poor Pyra on a cross...



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[LadyFairy]

Cleo

Cleo heard the man yell as she ran thru the trees.. she had a good head start but with so many of them comming for her she new she would have to find a place to hide.

Stopping to look where she was going and catching her breath she dedicded to climb a tree near by the branches were thick enough to hide her. Even if they looked up, she would be hidden as long as she didnt move, or her breathing give her away.

Hearing them closing in on her direction she quickly climbed and did her best to slow her breathing, trying not to scare off too many birds in the process. When she felt her ankel being grabbed and was yanked to the ground. Damn.. Not fast enough she thought....

Landing hard her ankel still in the Mirasari's hand she quickly brought her other leg up and kicked him in the chest knocking him back. She got up to run only to be surrounded by his companions.. One of them took in her apperance and gave her a learing grin. Look here lads looks like it be a woman were ta be takin back ta Bartoc..

Cleo looked around taking her time as they moved in on her hoping for an opening, but not seeing one. She was quickly tackled to the ground one of the men begain tearing at her clothing. She fought back only to be backhanded making her head spin some more, and blood well from a cut on her mouth as the knight continued to paw her.

He was stopped from going to much further by one of the other knights. Leave off till after we take her ta Bartoc... He said laughing as they got her to her feet, and bound her hands behind her, a rope around her neck as they took her back to town.

Cleo's emrald green eyes narrowed even further in anger, and defiance when she saw what greeted her as they entered the village, and was shoved to her knees watching the one called Bartoc as he raped Selicia the arrow still in his hand. Her ownly regret that she handnt killed him when she had the chance.... I am sorry Selicia she thought..

 

[Pyranha]

Selicia

Pain was all I could think of, pain and excurciating pain. Soon I started to numb and I turned my head to the side limply as the horrifying man took my virginity. Due to the gag in my mouth I could not say a word. I looked over and saw Cleo? She was alive, bittersweet knowledge as I relized that she would be going through the same torture as I was. Sarah and Aeva were also on their knees with rope tied around their neck. Aeva was talking but I could nto make out what she was saying. Soon I was feeling sensations that I had never felt before, my stomach muscles tensed up and my everything from waist down was in a strange agony but more bearable than the pain I felt in the begining. I could hear the soldier on top of me grunting and laughing, shouting things as he continued. Involuntarily my body shook as something in me released bounds of tention that had built up and soon I was too weak to think again. That however did not stop the evil man from his own pleasure for he continued, and that put my body into involuntary spasms which in turn caused me to cry in more pain.


Sarah: I watched as Selicia slipped into another world as she often did as a child when things got too much to handle. I was grateful that she didn't have to live what was happening to her. Princess Aeva was trying to bargain with the soldier when an arrow struck him in the hand. Too bad it did not hit him in the head. I was not sure weather or not that triggered the rape, but it was coming eventually. Tossing Aeva on top of Selicia the man started raping her. Selicia became aware of her surroundings with a shriek of pain witch only drew laughter from the crowed. I wanted to kill each and every one of them. Whispering small encouragements to Selicia she finally relaxed and for a while that eased her pain. I looked over and saw Cleo, smiling to myself I knew that she had been the one to release that arrow. Good for her. I am sure with her being an expert marksman that had she another shot.. Mr Bartok would not be alive. Then and there I decided to make a plan. With Princess Aeva's warrior skills. Cleo's shooting skills, and poor Selicia's magickal skills if she lives through this. We may be able to get our selves out of this situation. Just then Someone grabbed the back of my head and pushed me forward, the crowed started laughing.

 

[scribe_m]

Bartoc continued thrusting into Selecia, her dry walls giving him pleasure nonetheless. It was not the sensations around his member which drove him, it was the sheer power he had over the helpless woman. Suddenly, he felt her body spasm, and it, too, drove him over the edge. Heady, he withdrew himself from her, and stared at the princess, as he rubbed himself into the princess.

"Ha ha! I feel magnificent today!" He rose his bloodied arm, triumphant. "Perhaps your princess will bear me a prince!" he laughed. A guard brought Cleo to him. "So you are the woman who has the audacity to fire a bow and arrow. Bring her here."

Bartoc carried Sarah to the other side of the X, where Selecia's head lain back. "Keep your eyes, open, woman." She could see his limp member, slowly becoming turgid from what would happen next. "Guards, place the two women next to me, so that I may take her again."

He gripped Cleo and Sarah by the backs of their heads, close to his again aroused tool. "You may commence, if you value your lives."



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[MrWolf]

Sir Jon rubbed his neck. The woman was surprisingly strong for her slender frame and remarkable quick too.

Of course, one did not become a Mirasari Captain by being frail. Sir Jon rose to his feet, coughing and strapping on his sword, then emerging from his tent, to glare over at the group of knights surrounding the captured women.

"What's going on here?" he snapped, his voice still hoarse, shouldering through the group of soldiers to find Bartoc raping Selicia.

Sir Jon glared at the group of three women, then motioned to a group of soldiers. "I think that is enough of that. Take Princess Aeva back to my tent immediately. She is my prize and I see no need to share her. I will question her myself."

The lesser knights leapt to obey, dragging the princess back to his tent.

Then Jon turned back to Selicia. He considered her circumstances, but found himself without pity for the wench. "Make sure to give her a dose of the whip, Bartoc. She needs it."

That said, Jon turned and stalked back to his tent, where Aeva waited.

 

[LadyFairy]

Aye i am the one who shot you.... too bad i only hit your hand.. She said with a combination of pride and defiance. Wincing in pain as she was pulled up by her hair and taken over to the one called Bartoc.

Hearing the captin's orders she was at least greatful that the princess tho may share the same fate would not have to continue to watch her friends in this mannor.

A wicked glint, and smile crossed Cleo's face as she breifly contemplated biting the cock infront of her, but pushed it aside for now. It would only make things worse with so manny other Mirasari's near. Looking over at Sarah she nodded anger evident in her gaze at everything that had happened giving them both strenght and courage to bide their time.

Leaning forward she wondered how she was going to do what he wanted when the though of it made bial rise in her throat. Tentitvly she leaned forward licking and sucking the one called Bartoc's hard member much as she had seen a tavern wench do in the stables to one of the stable lads.