Ghis (closed)

Marri's support didn't keep the breaking king up, and he nearly collapsed, but Durban was there just in time to catch him. "Come on, brother... there's a message tha' was left fer you at 'ome..." His tone was grave.

"What'd it say...?"

"It said tha' if y'wanted Julia an' th'kids t'be safe... ye'd go t'Wick's outpost in th'northwest."

"Then tha's where I'm going..." Brogan managed to gather his strength and he picked up his blade. "Get me a horse, brother..."

"If y'go, Wick'll kill ya, Brogan."

"So be it..."

"He'll kill yer family too, y'crazy bastard!"

"No... I won' submit til I see 'em freed. I'll get th'bloody 'orse m'self..." With that, Brogan stormed away.
 
Julia woke with an aching head, moaning softly as she tried to bring her hands to her forehead. She found them bound behind her back, her ankles bound as well. She frowned, looking around the dark space that she was in, the sound of Ciaran’s cries coming from nearby.

“Ciaran?” She called out with a thick tongue, her mouth so very dry. “Annie?” She pulled against her bonds, desperate to break free and get to her children.
 
A door opened in front of her soon, letting in the weak torchlight of the hallway, and in stepped a huge brute of a man who was probably Durban's size, followed by a much smaller man with a twisted grin on his face. "Welcome t' Wick," the smaller man hissed, "sorry we can't give ya th'grand tour. But King Arland sends 'is regards."

And just past the door, Julia saw a man carrying Annie, who was still unconscious, and another came behind him with Ciaran.
 
Julia was quiet as the man walked into the room, his welcome a hiss as he told her that she was now in Wick. Dear God, she thought to herself as she eyes strayed to see Annie being carried down the hallway with Ciaran right behind. She struggled to get to her knees, panting in anger as she saw her children.

“Bring my children to me.” She said in a harsh voice. “Now!”

She growled like a beast, panting with the energy that only a mother could have. She could hear Ciaran crying in hunger and fear and she knew that her baby needed her.
 
"Orders're t'let them both starve if y'don' behave," the small man snapped, "so I'd start bein' a good lass b'fore I decide t'make 'em miss a meal."

The larger man, however, was quiet and didn't look so thrilled about the idea. "Keep 'er company," the small man growled with a smirk and left the room, closing the door behind him. He left her to his companion's mercy, knowing full well that most men in his position wouldn't hesitate to have their way with her.

But the hulking man simply sat down on a stool in the corner, folding his hands almost shamefully.
 
Julia felt true fear wash through her as they threatened to hurt her children. She didn’t want either of them to know any kind of pain in their young lives. She bit back the retort that she wanted to say, glaring at the smaller man as he told the other guard to keep her company. She knew what that mean and she could hold through any kind of torture. Brogan would come, that much she was certain of.

She was surprised as the man took a seat in the corner, folding his hands as he stared into the oblivion with a shamed look upon his face. “Your conscience weighs on you, doesn’t it?” Julia asked softly, wiggling to get comfortable with her bound hands and feet.

“You know how important it is for that infant to have his mother. How could you let them part us?” She accused, her heart aching fiercely.
 
"It's no' like I wan' this t'happen..." The man muttered. "King Arland was so good b'fore... e'en treated 'is prisoners well... 'E'd never 'ave women an' children kidnapped li' tha'..." His expression hardened, "E'er since tha' serpent woman Sarah came 'ere... she's been poisonin' 'im... bloody Irishwoman... she made 'im order all this..." There were many Sarah's in the world, but only one could know enough details about the Ghis family to allow Wick's scheme to pull through correctly.

He rose soon, "I'll get yer children fer ya an' a proper meal fer ya an' yer li'l girl." He had a kind heart, that was certain. "An' if anythin' 'appens, y'just yell fer me. M'name's Theo." With that, he left the cell and made sure to lock it behind him so no one without a key could get in.

He returned before too long with a woman in tow. The woman was carrying Ciaran and a very groggy Annie was at her side. Theo was carrying a tray with an acceptable meal. He unlocked Julia's hands so she could hold Ciaran.
 
Sarah. That name burned into her mind with a ferocious energy. How dare Sarah do this to her family, she thought to herself as the man stood and unbound her limbs, telling her that he would come back with her children. She nodded, thanking him softly as she continued to stew about Sarah and how she was destroying her family.

It seemed like forever before Theo came back, a woman carrying a rather angry Ciaran and a groggy Annie. Julia was quick on her feet, scooping both into her arms. She held Annie tightly, kissing the little girl’s forehead as she looked at her with bleary eyes.

“I want Da.” She whined and Julia simply kissed her forehead again, drying the little girl’s tears with her sleeve.

“Da can’t come here right now, love. It’s just me and you and Ciaran.” She said softly, guiding Annie to the bed and tucking the little girl beneath the covers. “Rest now, love. When you wake, we’ll have a nice little meal.”

She then turned her attentions to Ciaran, tears in her own eyes as she noticed the hungry in his green eyes. She kissed her son, cuddling him close as he finally started to calm. She glanced up at Theo, deciding that modesty was gone as she unlaced her gown and brought him to her breast. Ciaran latched on instantly, suckling with loud grunts as he got what he truly wanted.
 
Theo thanked the woman softly and she laid a kiss on his cheek, whispering, "Big soft thing... good man..." with a gentle smile. She laid a warm cloak around Julia's shoulders and across Annie. She laid a few blankets aside just in case they needed more before leaving. Neither of the two could truly help Julia under penalty of death, they could only make everything less awful where possible.

Theo respectfully averted his eyes, knowing the baby was far more important than decency to Julia, so he wouldn't make it any more difficult for her.

It was hours later when Annie and Ciaran were fast asleep that a man came to replace Theo in a new shift, but Theo lied and told him he was doing a double-shift as punishment for lateness that day. The truth was, he didn't trust anyone else with Julia and her children.
 
“They’ll punish you if they know what you’re doing.” Julia answered softly as she held Ciaran against her warm breast, mindful to keep the little boy warm as Vincenzo had told her. “It’s not worth getting yourself killed over.”

She looked at the man that seemed too good to be true. Surely a kind man like him couldn’t work for a monster like Wick. What kind of man kidnapped an infant and a little girl? She knew that queens could be used for ransom, but involving children was something that was almost too horrible to comprehend. Brogan would almost certainly kill him for that.
 
"Tha' lovely lady y'saw..." Theo muttered, "she's m'sister. She's all I've got left in th'world... m'wife an' parents an' m'two li'l girls were killed three years ago by th'las' king when 'e raided our village on a li'l island called Kent. 'E kept me fer my strength, an' m'sister fer..." He couldn't say it. "... I know what yer 'usband's felt, losin' 'is first wife. An' I know what it feels like, tha' time in-between, 'avin' yer family taken an' not knowin' if they're even alive."

He sighed and shook his head. "It'll be okay if I die... I'll go join m'family. M'sister's soon t'follow from th'looks o' how she's been gettin' so weak. But while I'm still alive, I ain' lettin' anythin' 'appen t'sweet children an' their mother til their father an' 'usband gets 'ere."
 
Julia felt tears fill her eyes as she glanced over at Annie, watching as the little girl slumbered deeply. She couldn’t imagine what Brogan had gone through when he lost Cassie nor could she imagine what Theo had lost when his entire family had been slaughtered. He had given up on life and was waiting for the moment that he could meet his wife and children again.

“If we make it out of this, Theo, I would be happy to see you join us in Inverness.” She said softly, turning her green eyes towards him. “You are a good man. There are jobs a plenty there for a man such as you. And we can help your sister as well. We have one of the best healers in the world.”

She turned her attention down to her son as he slumbered, his tiny lips pursing as he dreamed of only God knew what. She smiled and felt those tears start to fall. She would die for him. She would give up her life without hesitation for Ciaran and she knew that was the choice that Cassie had made so long ago.

“If something happens to me, promise me that you’ll get my children to safety. Annie has already lost one mother and little Ciaran has barely begun to live…”
 
"I'll die b'fore any 'arm comes t'them," Theo promised her with a nod.

It was only hours later that a roar of rage startled Julia and Theo and the children. It was most certainly Brogan. "JULIA!!!!!!!!!!" He bellowed, and she heard the clash of steel as he fought to find her. Little Ciaran cried out at the noise in fear, and Brogan's heavy bootsteps thundered toward their door.

Theo bolted from his seat and opened the door. "In here, King Ghis!" He called, unsheathing his blade to help Brogan.

Before they knew it, Brogan was in sight and running like hell was after him, only to suddenly be tackled by five men and quickly restrained. He let out a roar and Theo quickly hid his blade, knowing the best way he could help was to remain and care for Julia and her children.
 
Julia jumped as she heard that familiar roar. Brogan, she thought to herself and she was on her feet, Ciaran crying in fear as she cuddled him close. She heard her husband scream her name, his son’s cries leading the way to where she was being held. Annie even sat up in bed, clutching the blankets close to her as she huddled in fear.

As soon as Theo opened the door, Julia hurried towards it, gasping in fear as she watched her strong husband tackled by five men and restrained. He was furious and Julia was helpless to do anything for him. Annie cried at the sound of her father’s pain and Ciaran’s shrieks joined in as well.

“Calm down, love.” Julia called to her husband. “It will only be worse if you fight!”
 
Brogan clawed at the stone floor, trying to get free, but at Julia's voice and the sight of her face, he finally gave in. He was bound in heavy chains and dragged out of sight and out of the prison. A man ran ahead to Sarah.

At the moment, Arland had Sarah in his bed, naked, and they were quite near to making love when a frantic knock came on the door. "M'lord an' Lady! Th'King o' Inverness 'as been captured an' 'e's outside!"
 
Sarah looked up at her lover with an excited look in her eyes. She was quick out of bed, turning to look at Arland as he lay there with a stiff cock and a question in his eyes. Leaning in, the beauty kissed him passionately, giggling as the kiss broke.

“Save those lusty thought for me, my love. We will make Brogan Ghis beg for mercy…together.” She purred, her hand cupping his cheek tenderly.

“Bring me his wife first!” Sarah called through the door, looking at the dawning of idea in her lover’s eyes. “You will have your chance with the queen of Inverness, Arland. We will make him watch while you take her on this bed. And when her belly is full of your potent seed, we will see how strong Ghis is then.”

Of course she did not mention that she had designs on Brogan as well, but in the lusty haze that Arland floated in, she knew that he would agree to anything.
 
"Yer bloody devious," Arland smirked, and very soon, Julia was dragged in, her children having been left with Theo. That was the only ounce of mercy in all of this, that a man who cared had the children.

Arland had calmed his arousal by the time Julia entered and he was clad in simple trousers and a loose, open shirt as she was forced to her knees before him and Sarah. Her hands had been bound in front of her with shackles but her ankles were free now. "Welcome, Queen Julia," he smirked down at her. "Pleasure t'meet you."
 
Julia kneeled before them, panting as Wick greeted her with a happy hello. She glared up at him, her green eyes positively murderous as she caught sight of Sarah beside him, dressed only in a thin dressing gown. She could have killed them both with her bare hands.

“I can’t say that I return the pleasure, Wick.” She said softly, her voice a soft growl like a wild animal warning the two to stay away. “My husband will kill you and he will take great pleasure in the duty as well.”

“I don’t think he will be in any position to do such.” Sarah said simply, passing an ornate dagger to Arland. “My love, I think the queen here is wearing far too much for our little game. Why don’t you help her with that?”
 
"Gladly," Arland smirked darkly. What a treat that his lover should encourage such a thing. With that, he knelt, letting the flat of the blade touch Julia's throat. "Yer dear husband'll be 'ere soon, but I'm afraid 'e won' be doin' much more'n sittin' aside." With that, the knife ripped through her dress like it was no more than thin paper. He shredded every piece of cloth from her body and tossed it all aside before stepping back to admire his handiwork.

"Lovely... but no' as lovely as you, m'lady," he commented to Sarah with a Cheshire grin. "By your leave."
 
Julia was spitting mad as Arland cut through her clothing with his dagger, her body soon on display for the both of them. She spit in his face, a startled gasp drawn from both of the others on the room as her green eyes glared intensely. Suddenly Sarah stepped forward and delivered a backhanded blow to the side of Julia's face that sent her sprawling across the floor.

"Insolent bitch!" She hissed down at the queen of Inverness as she lay there in a daze. "You will treat your lord and master with more respect in the future!"
 
Arland wiped his face annoyedly with a shred of Julia's dress, and he knew right then and there that he was willing to do just about anything to get her back for her disrespect. Just before he could do anything, the door opened once more and a raging great Scotsman was dragged in, chained so heavily he could hardly move. He was forced to his knees against a wall and gagged.

"Perfect timin'," Arland sneered, and looked to Sarah with a grin before dragging Julia to her feet. Brogan strained against the chains, unable to move hardly at all. One especially heavy chain had been run through a loop hammered into the wall, so it kept him from getting too close. Arland forced Julia down onto his bed, and with shackles, he bound her ankles to the bottom bedposts and trapped her arms above her head. Crawling up over her with a devious smirk, he looked to Brogan.

"Sarah foun' a lovely way fer me t' one-up m'father in gettin' back at you, Ghis. I 'ope y'like th'show." In return, Brogan growled against the gag that didn't allow him to form words, straining and thrashing against the chains even as they began to cut into his skin.
 
Julia lifted her head off the stone floor, looking at Brogan with a glance of fear. He was heavily chained, restrained and she knew he was helpless against anything that happened to her just then. She mouthed the words ‘I love you’ to him, letting out a cry as she was jerked off the ground and forced onto Arland’s bed. She fought tooth and nail against him, squealing and screaming as he managed to bind her ankles and hands above her head.

“You are the most despicable person in the world!” Julia cried out as she pulled against her bonds, Arland crawling over the top of her to taunt and tease Brogan. “You’re a worm. No, I think you’re lower than that. I hope that the soldiers realize what kind of a man you are and decide that you would be better off dead then leading them.”

Julia didn’t see Sarah approach the bed, nor the dagger in her hand, but she let out a scream at the searing pain that bloomed in her left thigh as the sharp steel was plunged deep. Her eyes were wide, her head lifting to look at the blood dripping across her skin as Sarah looked at her with narrowed eyes, jerking the blade from her skin as Julia screamed again.

“Next time, it’ll be in your belly. Keep your tongue, your highness, and you very well might keep your life.” She hissed, looking at Arland with a nod as she turned her attentions back towards Brogan.
 
Brogan's eyes grew wide at the sight of Julia's pain and blood, and as Arland drew nearer and unbuttoned the front of his trousers, Brogan thrashed harder than ever, drawing blood from his wrists, ankles, and collared neck. But he simply couldn't do anything to stop it all. He couldn't look away either, and he let out a bellowing roar that was muffled by the gag when Arland took hold of Julia's hips to still her. Brogan was rendered silent in shock and pain for the moment that Arland finally plunged his hungering cock into Julia's folds. He kept a cruel, quick pace, his grip bruising her hips and thighs with the prints of his fingers. He was determined to make it last painfully long for them too, even as Brogan began pulling on his bonds again, hardly noticing how the metal cut into his skin so deeply.
 
The scream that pierced the air as Wick plunged into her body, her dry folds clenching in pain, told of Julia’s sorrow. She grunted, struggling to buck him off, but he held her hips in a punishing grasp. The pain in her thigh told her that she was still bleeding from the stab wound and it seemed that Wick took great delight in tormenting her by squeezing it every so often. Her head fell back onto the sheets, turning to catch sight of her husband through her thick strands of hair. She held his eyes, whimpering as she struggled to keep up her strength.

“You see all of this, Brogan?” Sarah murmured as she stepped towards her bound prisoner. “All of this could have been prevented if you had just decided to love me.”

Crouching down in front of him, she gave a sweet little smile, reaching out to touch his cheek. “And it can all stop with a simple word from you. Julia will be set free, you little children will go back to Inverness, if you simply agree to stay with me. The agreement, of course, will be sealed with your seed and Julia will not be going home. I think she’s a fine little whore. She’ll do well in one of Wick’s many brothels. Imagine the men who would line up to fuck the former queen of Inverness.”
 
Brogan twisted his head against the gag until he finally freed himself of it. "Stop! Please!" He shouted. "I'll do whate'er ya want, jus' let 'er an' the' children go 'ome!"

But Arland was intent to have his satisfaction, and much to Brogan's deep pain and lancing guilt, he had it. Before long, he buried his shaft as deeply inside Julia as possible as he knew leaving her with his child would be the greatest blow. She felt the familiar sensation of branding seed, but it felt like fire in her belly.

Arland pulled away soon, buttoning his trousers with a smirk. He looked to Sarah, "Would ya like some time alone wi' these two, darlin'?" He asked adoringly. He was still entirely unaware of her plan.
 
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