Darkest Days (OPEN)

EroticTerra17

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(So here's the idea. I need either one person to play two males, or two males for each character. The plot is: My character is a very skilled warrior with a seriously good body. She is captured by a an ememy lord who has been searching for new slaves, and he was attracted to her. She was given to another kingdom to their prince for the same thing. The prince is looking for her while everything is happening to her.)

Vera's head pounded as she opened her eyes slowly. She didn't remember much that happened. They were in a battle, her warriors and her. A giant man had attacked her, and she was hit over the head.

She coughed as her chest ached. Something had to be broken in her body. She went to move her arms. Jingling chains brought her to her attention. She looked up and her eyes widened. She was chained to a rock, her arms spread above her head and her legs chained. Chains made her leg stay where they were. She looked and saw a couple of levers attached to the ankle chains. They must to pull your legs apart. But why? For torture? She thought. Her body ached as she looked in a gritty mirror in front of her.

Where was her regular warrior outfit. She was wearing a short green leather skirt, attached to a green shirt that showed her midriff. Thigh high black boots kept her standing and she was sporting some sort of black collar.

Is this what I think it is? she thought. She remembered a lord that stole fine ladies as sex slaves, but was this why she was here? She was already promised to a prince for a slave, but she was kidnapped to be a slave too? She pulled at the chains

"This cannot be happening." She murmered, just as a door creaked open. She looked around.

(I need the lord and maybe the prince)
 
As a Prince of the Imperium, Cana Venes had alot of frustration to deal with.

His father had been a good king, not so long ago, ruling over and bringing prosperity to the vast dominion of the Imperium. His name was going to go down in the history scroll, a monument was being built in his honor, and had been a good father even after his wife had betrayed the nation.

Then, without warning, the wasting sickness had caught him. Now his was put a pale shadow of his former self, a pile of bones and skin drinking soup from another's hand. He breated, he ate, he opened and closed his eyes, but it wasen't living; simply subsisting. Ever since then, the burden of running the Imperium had fallen on Cana and his elder brother, a warrior at heart named Zeek. There was little joy in it; why did everybody want to be the king?

Still, it had it's precks. His brother had quite a hunger for woman, slave woman if he could get them. Of course, as the de-facto king, he had little time to pervay the merchandise; it was a task he deligated to his younger brother. It was one of Cana's favorate tasks, next to giving royal inspection of Grand Imperium's brothals, of course. The palace had caught wind of a sucessful raid on the border nations, a nation famous for employing what Cana would call "beasts in bras", refered to more politly as warrior-woman, and Zeek had wanted to put first claims on the products. Personally, he would rather just kill them all, but the heir aperent wasen't Cana, was it?

The slaver's house in town was a greasy stone thing, with far more beneth the ground then above. He held a cloth over his nose as he entered, the bulging gauler staring at him with his one good eye. "Ah, prince Cana," he grumbled in his wet tone. "Zeek wants a word on our pritty, yes?" His grubby attitude annoyed him, but as a represative of the state, with the golden tunic and all, he had to be plesent.

"Ah, yes," Cana tryed to focus on the gauler's forehead, hair, anything put the missing eye. Haden't these people heard of an eyepatch? "The Crown Prince would like to make a royal claim over your cargo. You are after all linced by the crown. Please, take me down to see them."

The gauler diden't speak anymore, thank The Five Gods. He lead him down the wet stairs, the damp smell of earth blotting out the natural filth. However, the stairs where wet enough that he could see himself; his short-cropped black hair, the hints of beard on his face, the royal mace hanging at his hip. He stood silent as they walked down, Cana having to bend to fit in the tiny passage. After what felt like but a minute, he arrived in the dank darkness, the bars of the cells rusting slightly.

"I'll take it from here," Cana waved the gauler away, squinting to see in the minimal torchlight. Shrugging, the man walked up the stairs, leaving the Prince to see his cargo. All in all, it appered to be a poor crop; a couple of baggage boys, a one-armed axemen, and...

"What do we have here?" Cana smiled as he walked over the female, smilling and chuckling. "Little kitten can't even break a couple of ropes? Next time, keep the battles to the birthing bed." Who cared if she was angery? The bars stood between her and him, and the mace at his hip wasen't just for show.
 
Vera heard the footsteps coming down and she pulled at her chains, but her arms ached. This was not her day. She didn't want to be a prisoner. It wasn't anything she had ever wanted in her entire life.

She saw a man about her age step into the prisons. He was well built, black hair. The mace at his side was amazing. She had never seen anything so big.

When the man made fun of her she gritted her teeth. She was in here anyway, chained up. No one could hurt her.

"I'm the finest warrior in the country you filthy rat!" She yelled pulling at the chains.

"I bet you don't do anything but prey on the women that want to be violated by a screaming rat like you." She said, then spat. It was a wrong thing to do, but she enjoyed making this man mad.
 
The saliva landed far from him, still within the cell. So, he had a woman who thought she was more then a woman, did he? Zeek like breaking these kinds of woman; submission was more exiting when you made it, he said. Now, if HE'D been in charge, he'd crush her head in right on the spot, but even noblity had to answer to somebody, and that somebody diden't take kindly to headless whores.

"Finest warrior, eh?" He stepped forward and stuck is nose through the bars, bending over slightly. "You must be from the free village of sheeperds, breeding with your flock, or maybe some bed slave commune. The band that overran you was a bunch of sellswords, nothing like the Imperial Spellspears. If you're telling the truth, we'd have taken you over years ago."

He wrinkled his nose, partially from the stech, partially from his disguest at her insult. "I am Prince Cana Venes, second in line for the throne of the Imperium, and you are to treat me with repsect, do I make myself clear?" His hand drifted down his mace, to make the point. "The only reason you're still alive is my brother is intrested in that bit between you legs. It's all you're good for, after all."
 
Vera looked at him like he was a crazy animal! She wasn't going to bow down and give him respect, especially if he insulted her home.

When he told her why she was needed her eyes widened. She was a warrior! Not a toy! She wouldn't be used for some king. She pulled on the chains that held her legs apart. She had never wanted to be something he wanted her to be.

She raised an eyebrow. "They are plenty of women who would be begging for this. Why me? I won't give that easily. And I sure as hell will not treat you with respect. You don't deserve it anyway." She yelled, glaring at him. Was he suppose to test her out of something? Why was he here?

"Why are you here for your brother anyway?" She asked, glaring. "Shouldn't he be picking his slaves? Or are you here to test them out." She spat out, still glaring at him.
 
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As a prince, one learned that they could expect obedence from your countrymen, but must earn it from forgeiners. Obviously he haden't expected this thick-skulled bitch to obey him, he would have to convince her otherwise.

"I woulden't even try if I where you," he waved his finger at the chains. "Those are soild steel; very few men could break those even after months of pulling. A woman like you woulden't even make a dent." He kept lingering, his hand idly playing with his mace handle.

"My brother has rather pecular tastes; woman like you I'd rather see dead," he let his eyes wander about, watching her thorugh the cornoer of his eye. "However, as heir-apperent, he's quite busy. He dosen't have time to scout out breeding stock for himself. That's, unfortunatly, my job. You're not exactly going to like him, but I don't think you have much of a choice, do you?"
 
Vera hissed. She wouldn't be his breeding stock. There were plenty of those in the world, and she wasn't a whore like them. She was a warrior, a fighter. And damn well she would stay one.

"I don't even like you. How would I like someone just like you." She cursed. She wanted out of here. Pulling on the chains some more she heard someone coming.

"I think you're little one eyed man is back. Gonna come take my virginity from me?" She spat, pulling on the chains. She wasn't a bit scared, only worried.
 
"My brother isen't like me," he seemed to be talking more to himself then anything else. "He's a natural fighter, strong enough to shatter a soilder's chest in one hand. He's inspiring, a leader. I'm more a planner, soul-crusher type of guy."

The sounds coming down the stairs sent a shiver down his spine; he'd hopped he'd be done with that freak of nature once he'd sent him away. Apperently, Imperial orders diden't carry as much weight as they used to. Still, he caught the chance to steel himself when the bitch spoke. "I'd rather take a dragoness, but if I don't the worms probebly will," he smiled at his cleverness, and the grain of truth he'd hidden within. "Hopefully my brother will kill you before you get the pleasure of a the higher sex."

The gauler came down the steps, a launtun in his hand the errie shadows emphesising his socket. "Prince, I've got another pretty for you to see. Intrested?"

The woman he had in his hands was more of his taste; short, soft, some dragonic blood in her for sure. Even the eyes where better, a deep brown that swam with inner feelings. He was tempted to say yes, oh so tempted, but, sadly, he wasen't shopping for himself. "She isen't Prince Zeek's type, but I'll be back once I've got some coin."
 
Vera looked at the girl as she looked innocently. She couldn't believe someone like that would let herself be made a slave. Oh no sir not her. She would have to be forced to do anything.

Vera rolled her eyes. "Where is your brother then. Is he suppose to take me? Or are you?" She said, then suddenly decided to have a lil fun. "Because if you ask me I'd rather be your slave. Yes I know you would like that wouldn't you?" She teased, smirking.

"If not then take me to the bastard you call a brother." She taunted, looking away.
 
"I said this before, but I know how idiotic you woman can be," Cana rolled his eyes at her sorry attempt to manipulate him. "I'd rather take myself and fill a dragoness then break your no doupt rough as leather insides in. I'm picking you up for my brother, but if you'd rather die first, I suppose I could oblige you."

He turned his head just far enough towards the gauler so he'd think he was looking at him. "Wrap her up and I'll take her out. And please, do it silently." He whipped his nose while waiting for her to come. The gauler entered the cell, taking a jar and setting it on her skin. Within was small insect, which crawled onto her skin and gave her a quick sting. "Venom paralyzes limbs for an hour or so. She won't give you trouble." He unchained her, the woman's body collapsing to the ground. "She can still speak though, so give her a good whack in the face if she annoys you. Come on, Eryna," the gauler led the little part-dragon girl along to anther cell, locking her up as she sat quitely.

For a moment, Cana wished he'd simply made up a storey about the girl and took the more proper one, but he had duties to do. "Come on," he lifed the woman up inot his hands, her sinking into the bucket formed there. "We haven't all day." Without looking back, had carried her up the stairs, her limbs hanging uselessly.
 
Vera cursed when the insect bit her. She cursed even more loudly when she felt her limbs begin to go numb. This couldn't be happening! She couldn't believe! She fell to the ground with a thud and this prince picked her up as she slumped into him.

She cursed as something twisted in her stomach. "I can't wait for this." She mumbled as they left.
 
Damm, she was heavier then what he expected from a woman.

"Look, I can't wait to get rid of you etheir. If I wasen't obligated to deliver you, I'd do it right now. However," he exited from the dungeon, back into the bustling streets of Grand Imperium, the palace rising up about a mile and a half off. "I am, so let's get you back so I can go buy myself a little dragon, got it?" he moved up his hand to slap her lightly in the face. A few people stared at them oddly, but his golden tunic was enough to keep them away; noblemen could get away with just about anything.

They walked along for about a minute, and he was sorrly tempted to just throw her off. "Cut off the mutton, she-beast." Granted, he wasen't a whimp by any means, but a warrior in armor was heavy, espcially with balled up, paralyzed muslces.
 
"Told you I was a warrior. Now you believe me?" SHe muttered as he carried her. Everyone was looking at her like she was a freak. This was embarassing, humiliating. She couldn't believe it. She wanted to even bite his hand when he slapped her lightly.

She saw the castle coming into view. "You're lucky. You're almost done with me." She said, chuckling.
 
"Let's hope I am," he grumbled to himself as they moved. Hopefully, this would be one of those woman his brother took off his hands right away, but then again there was a chance he was going off on some dipolmatic mission or something and he'd have to hold onto her, like a good brother, for maybe two weeks.

He diden't give it anymore thought.

"Swinging around a sword dosen't make you a warrior, it just makes you want to eat more," they walked by the butchery section of town. He imagined just taking a cleaver to this girl's neck *WHACK*, and being done with it. "This will be over faster for both of us if you just shut up."
 
Vera rolled her age. She wished she still had feeling in her limbs. She wanted to just slap him across the face right then. She wished she had her sword. But they took her weapons away from her. She sighed, not wanting to head to the kingdom. She wasn't ready for this.

She smirked. "You know you want me. You don't often find a tough girl like me." She said, smirking at him.
 
He stopped, right there in the middle of the road, a vein starting to pulse in his head. Did this woman ever know when to just be quite? "You're half right," he spoke lowly as he continued along, trying to avoid the small children running past him. "Your type is fairly rare, thank the Five Gods again. However, I can think of ten thousand things I'd rather do then mount you, so you might as well give it up. My brother will treat you nicely, unless he breaks you." The thought appealed to him, this woman's, if she deserved that gentle title, body snapping in half.

"By the by," if she still wanted to keep talking, he'd entertain; that was part of his job. "What country are you from? They must be quite wealthy, if they can afford the mercinaries to prevent us from taking them."
 
Vera shuddered but he didn't feel it. She didn't want to be broken. She sighed, looking at him as her body thumped against his.

"I'm from Rayal. Its a small country not far from here. Very small, but very powerful. Except well, now I'm here." She said. This wasn't going to be a good time. She wasn't ready.

"Why did your people come and get me. There are plenty of girls that would love for them to be taken by you people?" She asked, looking at him with a side glance.
 
"Rayal," ah yes, that made sence. Rayal had been a trade artery for decades along the rivers. They'd have the money and equiptment they'd need,and where importent enough to all nations that the Imperium woulden't want to upset their international standing by taking it. "Ah, I know where that is. I haden't knowed they'd been so low on men that they had to train people like you to fight for them; we'd have set up a coupe."

He walked along in silence for a few moments, savoring his pervious statement. She haden't made any smart remarks about breaking, did she? Maybe he had something here. "I'm not the one who captured you, bitch," he said as he took a turn, the castle mainway now in veiw. "That dungeon you where in is owned my mercenaries who are licenced by my brother to raid, so long as they bring back wealth and woman. You just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, for both of us. If only I'd remembered my coinsack," he mumbled the last line as he shifted her in his hands
 
Vera sighed, closing her eyes. She suddenly felt sleepy. She didn't want to go, but she had to go. She felt her body shifted as he spoke.

"But I bet I'm the only girl he's found that is a warrior, and will have a hard time. . .breaking." She said, venom in her words. She knew they would find a way to 'break' her.
 
Cana coulden't help the ghost of a smile from coming to his face.

"Oh, I wish you where," he grumbled half to himself. "I've got to pick one of you beasts-in-bras up at least once every four months, and every time I've got to carry you up to his highness so he might take his time to wear you down. I had him a female general once; craziest thing I ever saw, had to knock a tooth out of her. She told him it was from a melee. You'll go just as fast."

"Of course, it isen't my job to judge. I get to make a claim too, finally for once. I prefer the softer woman, shy, complacent, everything a proper woman should be. I'll treat her right, and she'll live better then she did before I took her in. Perhaps I could have taken you, if you haden't soiled yourself."
 
Vera scoffed. "I don't live soft. I live for danger, thrills, and sometimes the pleasure." She said, looking at him as she thought of what was going to happen. She had to think it was a slight turn on for her. But she was a warrior not a slave.

She noticed they were near the doors now. Slowly her fear got stronger. She looked up and waited to see what her new 'master' would look like.
 
Cana growned as they approched the palace gates; he was so ready to dump this girl off. "Just as I suspected; you're ruined behyond all possablity of recovery. Still," he laughed. "You'll be getting alot of danger and thrills, I asure you that."

The guerds moved aside when he came; they'd seen him enough times to know who he was. Still, the sharp steel of their hailberds made him feel a bit more comfortable, and the well-cleaned path of the palace welcoming room made him feel solid.

"Welcome," he smiled. "To Imperium Palace."
 
Vera looked up at the palace. It was magnificent in beauty and size. But not where she was going.

Her heart began to beat faster as she thought about it. An aging man of 38 named Raphael walked up to Cana. He was the main servant, and always wanted to Please Cana and his brother.

"I'm suggesting this is the new slave for Prince Zeek? Shall I wrap her up for evaluation?" He asked the prince, bowing all the same, even though there was a lust for her in the man eyes. Vera shuddered at the thought.
 
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