It All Shall Be Destroyed (Closed)

[Dreamweaver28]

For weeks now the grounds of retired general Marcus Targaris great estate had been busy with preparations for the marriage of Maia, the couple’s youngest daughter, to Luris Capar. It was a marriage that was set to seal two great Roman houses together and it would surely propel them both into greater power in the Empire. Elephants had been brought from Africa, nobles had traveled from Rom, and the estate was being crafted to appear even more magnificent than it already was. It was because of these preparations that the slaves were working throughout the day and even into the nighttime hours.

The estate was no different today as the slaves had been up since the rise of the sun to finish the final preparations for the grand wedding. Every slave had come to detest the elephants, but the increase in hatred for their masters had soared to levels not see in a very long time. That hatred for one man suddenly went to an unprecedented level as an elephant suddenly relieved itself next to him, which soaked his sandals and toes. Only three years ago that man had been the chief’s son, he had been an accomplished warrior and hunter, he drank and bedded women at night, and would assume the role of his father upon the man’s death. That was, had his father not been killed and had he not lost everything he ever knew.

That man, now covered in elephant urine, was Jard. His home had been in the northern lands of Roman territory, but all had been lost when his father had refused to be ruled by a roman noble. Their land had been burned, their homes destroyed, and their civilization wiped from existence. Men, women, and children had been killed by the Roman army. Jard had been a Germanic prince, but now he was simply shit shoveler. It was humiliating and Maia’s father, Alexandros, who had led the Roman Empire against Germanic hordes, knew exactly where Jard had come from and thus made his life miserable, even for a slave.

“Get to work slave,” a soldier had said and shoved Jard with a beating stick. He immediately responded by grabbing the stick and tossed it onto a pile of dung. This had been a dumb move as suddenly from behind him another soldier had withdrawn his whip and cracked Jard violently against the back. Jard fell to his knees in pain and before he could react the original aggressive soldier had put his sandal on Jard’s back and forced his face to the same pile of dung the stick had fallen. The slave cursed in the pain and tried to turn his head from the dung, but it had been impossible to not get horse dung up his nose and in his wife.

Finally, the guard relented and after letting him up laughed and walked off, leaving the stick in the dung. He certainly didn’t want it anymore. As Jard was slow to rise to his feet one could clearly see the new wound upon his back as well as the many whip scars. Jard had always been defiant to his captors and had paid for it with humiliation, pain, and blood.

Jard lowered his head as he walked over to the trough of water, which was also used by horses, and began to wash the dung from his face and the urine for his feet and legs. In the water the man stared back at the rippling reflection that looked back at him. He looked so much older than he really was. At twenty-six years old he would have been chieftain for a few years, had a few wives, had many children, and would have lived prosperously. At six foot six he was a powerful giant, well-built, with large biceps, a defined chest, powerful legs, and well defined abs for he was fed so little. Back in Germany he would have been considered lithe, skinny, but among these folks he was large, powerful, dangerous, and a born leader.

Only wearing a cloth around his waist that covered to his lower thighs and was tied on by a rope, he had seen women looking at him from a shady tree on the grounds. They snickered and gossiped as Jard looked at them with scorn and hatred. Again, from seemingly out of thin air, a whip appeared and lashed him across the back. The women had immediately stopped their laughter as the brute of a man was disciplined. In the three years of his service Jard had been pimped a record twenty times by visiting rich female patrons who spoke in secret with his master’s wife.

Now that woman was the most evil of them all, he had seen her do unspeakable acts, and though she had slept with other slaves she dared not touch him. She knew better and that disappointed Jard for he wanted to so badly put his large hands around her tiny throat and crush the life from her.
With his short dark brown hair suddenly blown by a gust of wind Jard ignored the pain emanating from his back and still stared at the moment before exposing himself to them. His large phallus was held limply in his hand. He wagged his phallus at them for a moment to their shocked expression but again was rocked to his knees by a blow from the soldier’s whip. Hunched over on all fours on the ground his phallus hung so low, nearly brushing the dirt.

Jard wanted to swear at the man but nothing came out.
The next thing he knew two other soldiers grabbed one arm each and dragged his through the dirt and then threw him into the hot box. The hot box was hell, it was a five foot by five foot stone building with no windows and a bar-less door. It was smoldering inside and immediately Jard was sweating horribly and thought he was about to die. For the next three hours he sat there and did the only thing that would get him through this time in the hot box, and that was the plot to kill his masters and everyone under his roof.

As soon as he got out Jard would be meeting with a small contingent of fellow slaves and plot the mission to turn this estate into a slaughterhouse.

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Character Repository:

Alexandros Targaris – retired general, slave owner to Jard, and owner of the estate where the plot takes place. Six foot tall, now a stock build, forty-three, and has no control over his temper.
Eirene Targaris – wife to Alexandros and a really materialistic, and evil person. Worse temper than her husband and challenges her husband as well.
Helene Targaris – eldest daughter of Alexandros, a twenty-two year old widow, whose husband died in a battle in Egypt. Absolutely stunning beauty, nearly the same height as her father and has very long legs. Also, was a mother till a year ago when she lost her child. Lives with her parents now. Full of herself, but not a bad person.
Maia Targaris – youngest daughter of Alexandros (main character played by prettyserpentine)

Jard – slave of the Targaris family (main character played by Dreamweaver28)
Cosollo – slave from the same region as Jard, but they did not know each other before being slaves.

 

[prettyserpentine]

"You do this family a great honour, my daughter. You honour your father and I, and your sisters, and the gods." The older woman stood at the foot of the large, marble bath. It was sunk into the floor, as was accustomed in Rome. The scent of the water wafted across the courtyard, as the slave girls brought in urn after urn, pouring the water over the head of the young woman. White rose petals floated around her in the water.

"I am glad, Mother." She spoke, with her head bowed subserviently. A dark-skinned slave girl stepped into the water, and proceeded to wash the young woman with a cloth.

"You must ensure to make him happy, now. This union is very important for your father. It will be a bridge, and will elevate him. He will be closer to the Council and Elders now."

The young woman nodded obediently. She understood, she had been promised to one of the wealthiest families in all of Rome, and it was her duty as a woman she was about to fulfil. Although truthfully, the life of a Roman wife and lady was not one she overly desired.

Her mother glanced over her, as the slave girl finished washing. The young woman looked up, her cheeks blushing as she was embarrassed for her nakedness.

"Now," her mother stated matter-of-factly, "You are prepared. The very picture of virginity..." She kept talking as the slave girl helped her daughter to her feet, and began drying her off. The woman could talk for all of Rome.

A mantle of white gossamer was shrouded around her, the softest of materials, and it hung loosely off her shoulders as she stood there, naked. Her skin was fair, and she stood at a mere five feet and five inches. Her long, ebony hair cascaded down her back in waves, and she looked away from the slave girl, as the lesser brushed her hair. She had only had her eighteenth celebration day a few weeks beforehand, and was already considered over-ripe for marriage. She had wanted to be a Vestal Virgin, and serve the goddesses, and preserve her dignity. Her cheeks flushed at the thought of her future husband, the skinny and unimpressive Luris. She sighed, and immediately felt the hot hand of her mother cross her cheek.

"Don't be so ungrateful, Maia!”

Tears sprung to her eyes and her mother looked away from her. She had one brown eye and one green. A bad omen. She looked down at herself, her arms at her sides, her long hair hanging over her full, young breasts and down over her rounded bottom and shapely hips. 'She will give him many sons,' her grandfather had said. She pulled the gossamer shroud over herself and padded off across the courtyard to dress. Three slave girls assisted her. She wore Egyptian silk, a present from her parents, low at the back, slashed almost to her waist, and low at the front, with a gold braid pulling the gaping material across her breasts. The girls fixed her hair, and cast each other secret glances that Maia never even noticed.

Today was going to be the day her entire world changed.

 

[Dreamweaver28]

Hour after hour passed of a miserable existence that seemed to go on for incredibly longer than what it truly had been. Outside the box on one occasion he heard two guards begin talking him. It seemed the one had been new for he didn't seem to understand why Jard was a dung cleaner and not a gladiator or performing some more important task for a man of his obvious strength and ability. The two men heard Jard laugh from inside the box and the veteran of the two slammed his box with the mallet. "Well see, this piece of shit is being humiliated for his people thought they could fight our general. He lost some good men to their ambushes and barbarian tactics, thus he uses all Germanics as the lowest of the low." The younger man was about to say something else, but was cut off. "Why this piece of shit is treated the worse? That's what you were going to ask. It's simple, the general simply doesn't like him."

Three more hours passed, when his incarceration was only suppose to last three, but finally the door was unlocked and opened. "Out," the guard called to him but there was no response. "Out!" The guard signaled for two slaves to get him and they did, crouching down and dragging the unconscious Jard from his cell. "You are not allowed to sleep," the guard said, undid his tunic, pulled out his dick, and began pissing on Jard's head. Slowly awaken by the urine splashing on his face Jard groaned, tried to move, but struggled to get anything to react to his mental commands. Looking up Jard saw the guard shake off the final drips from his phallus before he put it away with a smile.

"I'll make you eat that small cock," Jard said and smiled, but just for a moment as the next thing he knew he was on his back and looking up at the sky. Slowly, a hand cradled and lifted his head as another person was pouring water on his face, cleaning it, and then allowed him to drink. Jard smiled at the black skinned girl, but she grimaced at the bloodstained teeth grinning at her. "There is only five hours to the wedding you fool, we have to get our things together tonight when the place is preoccupied. You need to get yourself together." The man that was speaking was a familiar voice, but the ringing in his head made it harder to realize just who it was. "I just couldn't help myself Cosollo," Jard said, smiling at his friend.

Cosollo slowly lifted Jard to his feet and helped him to the slave quarters while the slave girl ran back to the mansion to perform her house duties. As the two made their way to the slave quarters they chatted about the plan and the ten slaves they had recruited to assist them, one of them being the personal slave to Maia. She was the only that was going to unlock the outside entrance to the wine cellar, which would allow the slaves access to the mansion. Two days away. One day after the wedding. It was the best wedding gift Jard could think of. On this night, the night of the wedding, when the guests feasted and drank following the festivities the slaves would gather the beating sticks and a sword they had stolen, and place them just outside the wine cellar among the trash that would be piled following the party.

"Cosollo, my friend, soon we will have revenge for our people, our families. It is your responsibility to ensure that Alexandros is spared for me, I don't care what becomes of the others, though I'd love to have a go at that bitch Eirene." His companion nodded and smiled, explaining that he too would love to have a go at her. That bitch deserved everything coming her way. The rest that would be ravaged and slaughtered were simply unfortunate beings tied by fate to the husband and his wife.

After laying Jard in his bed and getting directions, Cosollo and three other slaves worked on gathering, storing the items, while others ensured they performed the tasks required of them for the wedding and party.

 

[prettyserpentine]

Eirene brushed her daughter's hair roughly, yanking the tangles from Maia's wavy hair and causing her to gasp. The comb seemed stuck, and the older woman pulled at it ruthlessly. She scolded Maia as she winced.

"You think this is bad, you wait until your husband and you take to bed. Although I doubt he has it in him." She sneered. "As long as you bear him a son, and your virginity is intact, then you shall have served your purpose." She pulled the comb through, and Maia held her breath as she felt hair being wrenched from her head. She loved her mother, but gods knew she didn't like the woman. She was cruel and had a heart as cold as the mountains of Caledonia. When she had finished with the combing, she tossed the ivory comb at the slave girl with the dark skin who had just come hurrying into the room. "You finish." She glanced back at her daughter. "Your father and I will go to the temple. Gods know how I am expected to host that family in my house. At least it is only for a day or two, and then they are your issue." With that, she strode out, her long purple, regal dress billowing in the breeze.

When she left, Maia put her head in her hands and let one sob escape. The slave had started to comb and braid her hair. It was soothing, compared to her mother's ministrations. "I don't want to do this," she whimpered. "He is a simpering fish, and she a poisonous asp." She spoke to no one in particular, and the slave girl's hands worked. Sometimes Maia wondered if they were made deaf. When she was done, and the girl had stepped back, Maia rose from her knees and turned to look at her. The girl had her eyes downcast. She looked exactly how Maia felt: imprisoned. The girl had a brand on her arm, and Maia ran a finger over it. She sighed. She didn't have one, but it felt like she did. She walked over to the doorway, and out, looking over the gardens.

There were slaves milling about, animals, guards, and she leaned against the marble column. Some of the Capar guards had come, and their slaves too. She supposed she should think everything looked beautiful, but it didn't. The wine had no taste. She glanced back at the slave girl, and eyed her clothes. She wondered if she could pass for a wretch like that, to make her escape, and then wandered back into her room, locking the doors as was tradition, for the bride to spend the last hours alone, save for whatever servants she had. The slave girl stood by the door, head bowed, eyes downcast, like a penitent jailer.

It was no use. Maia Targaris looked up at the sky and knew that as sure as the sun set and the moon rose, tonight would be the last night of her youth, and she would lose it to a man who felt as little for her as he did his own slaves.

 

[Dreamweaver28]

As soon as darkness had fallen the wedding party had arrived followed by the priests, family, and guests of the groom. There had been drums signalling their arrival as well as chants and other odd stuff the slaves just looked on with awe from their windows of their cramped quarters. Most couldn't communicate with on another due to language differences, but they all weren't Roman and none had any clue why the priests wore such weird clothes and there were a cluster of completely naked women within the crowd covered in purple paint. Cosollo watched from his quarters and whispered over to Jard who had finally been able to walk without falling over from the concussion he had sustained earlier.

Jard looked at the fellow conspirators and saw all were focused, ready, and some were praying. Whatever they had to do to get ready he didn't care, but when it began they had best stick to the plan. There was one group he didn't trust and as he looked out his barred window he noticed some of the gladiators across the courtyard watching the wedding party. The general had fifteen gladiators, less than half the number of slaves, but most were veterans, treated like gods, and he was unsure if they would assist the other slaves or fight to maintain their place in the world. If they chose the second it would be a massacre. His best hope if they all didn't join the slaves was that at least a few would to preoccupy those who chose to fight for their master.

The slave women had already been sent to the gladiators for the night and they were the means to their escape when the time came. Jard and the conspirators had been hesitant to converse with them though for they could never be trusted and the slave girls had agreed. Some of the women had taken daggers with them that night for they had wanted revenge on some gladiators who had used them, abused them, and deserved death.

In the courtyard the wedding party had stopped and the doors to the manor opened. For the first time in two weeks Jard saw the man he hated more than anything in this world. Alexandros Targaris. The man was dressed in full Roman military regalia and greeted the wedding party, taking into an embrace the father of the groom. The two exchanged some words, laughed, and were shown the elephants, who had been groomed and dressed in military gear, for a few minutes before being led inside. The priests, besides the head priest, and the naked women remained outside chanting and dancing. It was such an odd display, but the male slaves were fixated on the women. Not all were attractive, actually few were, but any naked woman looked good to men who hadn't had one ever or in a very long time.

"Cosollo, I hope your girl is ready and unlocked the door, if not, all is lost." The man looked over at Jard and nodded, he trusted her with his life, she would not let them down. Within the estate there were five slaves ready to act, ready to slaughter anyone for their freedom. Cosollo had been in love when he had first laid eyes on her as she looked down from the balcony of Maia's room, who was set to be married this night.

The chanting continued in the courtyard, but it grew quiet as it seemed the marriage ceremony was occurring within the estate. Following the wedding partying and heavy drinking by the guests would give the slaves the perfect opportunity to act on their plan. The soldiers would have their guard down as they celebrated too with drink and enjoyment of the slave girls who would offer them their bodies to provide distraction.

 

[prettyserpentine]

Jora had just finished the titulus, Maia's hair arrangement, and had adjusted the traditional spearhead over which she hung the flame-coloured veil. She checked the golden belt bound around Maia's slender waist.

"It's only removed to consummate," Maia said with a gruesome expression. Jora looked at her mistress once before dropping the veil. Maia looked sad and resigned. She was thinking of ways perhaps her husband might choke at the feast and die, or maybe she could accidentally stab him during the sacrifice. She twisted the iron ring on her finger and prayed to the gods that she would be delivered.

As Jora waited, she wondered whether or not they would kill her mistress. She hadn't spoken up, due to the brand on her tongue that Eirene had given her for speaking to Maia a few weeks ago. Jora had been sold to the groom's family as part of Maia's dowry, and she supposed that once this was all done she would be a free woman. Once the wedding party had been destroyed. But she would feel bad. Maia wasn't an unpleasant mistress, but she had a terrible lot before her. Jora wanted to smile as she thought about the mayhem that would come. Maia needn't worry about her virtue once Jora had slaughtered her husband.

Maia stood still in the centre of the room, mere moments to go. The drums had started, and there were tears on her cheeks. As she had left her room, Jora had given her hand a squeeze. Maia had been so shocked at the sympathy, after what her mother had done to her. She'd have had her flogged, or cut off her hand for punishment. Maia squared her shoulders as she held the torch into the hearth. She and her groom would join symbolically with fire and water. The torch lit quickly, and Maia could hear her father and his father exchanging their consents. She hardened herself, and wondered how much unhappiness she would bear before she became as hard as her mother. She wondered how severe the punishment would be if she ran. The thought made her shudder.

Before she knew it, the doors had opened and she walked up the aisle. They exchanged the fire and water, and her groom never cast one look at her. All the prayers were said, and Maia smiled primly and purely, just as she was expected to do. She held her breath as they killed the sacrificial pig, and everyone cheered. The veil kept her face in shadow and for that she was glad. Her new husband looked bored, and kept grinning at his manservant, for what reason, she knew not. The ceremony drew to a close, and she lifted the veil.

"Ubi tu Gaius, ego Gaia." And she was married with those words, trying her hardest not to recoil as he kissed her.

~

The wedding feast progressed exactly as she expected it to. Her mother and father were respectful, and her new family were cautious. She knew of her father's reputation. Her new husband had disappeared somewhere with his servant, leaving her sitting in the centre of the opulent white fur rug alone, until she felt rustling at her side.

"Sister," Helene sat next to her, gently adjusting the spearhead in her hair. "Oh, that's sharp. Your girl should have blunted it." Maia frowned. She had seen Jora sharpening it. Surely that was dangerous, and for a moment she was perplexed until the thoughts were chased from her mind by the appearance of her very flushed husband. Helene placed a cool hand on her shoulder. "I think he's drunk, sister. But I think it's time. May you bear him sons."

Alexandros and Eirene stood up, and Maia's stomach sank as Luris lifted her into his arms. He looked at her a little impatiently. "Come, wife." She held onto him as he strode to their bedchamber. He was skinny, not manly as she would have liked but then she had no say in who she married. When they got to their rooms, he laid her on the bed. He was surprisingly gentle. His manservant helped him undress, and Jora assisted Maia, taking the spearhead and tucking it up her sleeve, out of sight.

Maia was shaking as she lay there, her long dark hair spread across the pillows, dressed only in the sheer gossamer gown and golden belt. She dug her nails into her palms and reminded herself that her father's temper would be a thousand times worse than this man would do to her.

Her husband knelt between her legs, moving them apart. Jora and his manservant stood by the window, two floors up, with the sound of raucous merriment coming from beyond the courtyard below. Luris untied the belt and cast it aside, opening her dress and exposing her body to his gaze. The manservant coughed, and Maia felt embarrassed, until her husband drew the curtains around the bed.

As the curtain drew closed, Jora smiled sadistically. She put the image of Luris's flaccid and small member from her mind and smiled even broader when she noticed how his manservant had grown hard. Luris was quite the greedy master. She glanced down at the sleeve of her dress and dropped the spearhead into her palm. In one fluid motion, she slashed the weapon across the servant's throat and pushed him over the window ledge. Blood sprayed from his neck as his body landed in a crate one of the slaves had positioned earlier. Jora looked down at her hands, her left wrist and fingers had been sprayed with his blood. She smiled, and moved silently to the doorway, unlocking it.

Maia turned her face away, and wondered was this how it was supposed to be. Luris was staring at the wall, and squeezing and pumping his cock with his hand. She watched with interest as it grew, until he reached up and grabbed her breast, pinching her nipple between his fingers. She gasped, and he guided his now hardening member between her legs. Maia winced and scooted up the bed, but he grabbed her by the throat, holding her in place. She managed a strangled whimper as he gripped her harder, pushing the head of his cock against her dry thighs. He sighed, rolling his eyes as he pushed harder, causing her to wail in pain.

Maia gasped in a gulp of air as he released her, just as she had started to black out. She looked up at him, and his eyes were fixed upwards, open mouthed, and clutching at his throat. Her eyes widened as blood began to run from his mouth and he fell down on the bed next to her, the spearhead lodged in the back of his neck. She choked, coughing as she looked up, directly into the dark des of Jora. An uprising?!

Jora pulled the spearhead out of the dead man's body, and listened to the footsteps outside, just beyond the door. She looked brazenly into Maia's horrified face as she cleaned the weapon on the bed sheet. No more beatings, no more brandings. No more slavery.

It had begun.

 

[Dreamweaver28]

At the entrance to the wine cellar Cosollo and three other slaves entered quietly to ensure they weren't discovered. Everything had to go perfectly for this to be successful, but Jard's warning stuck in the man's head. Not everything was going to go perfectly and Cosollo didn't want to be the cause of failure. Jora hadn't failed though, the door to the cellar was unlocked, and the men entered with their new club weapons. The beats of their hearts could nearly be heard in the shuffled silence and the commotion from the estate now above them. "You open the main door, you signal the slaves within the hall, and you come with me." The slave meant to assist Cosollo looked at him oddly, he didn't remember this being part of the plan. And, it wasn't. Cosollo's infatuation with Jora was going to risk the whole mission.

Jard was at his own position, he was coming in the front door, he was the general of this army and he would not be one to sneak around. With his own club in hand Jard walked in the shadows along the building as music and laughter was blocking any noise he could possibly make. Two other slaves were with him, two he had chosen personally, and they would be the ones that signaled for the slaughter to begin. However, it would have been long underway by then and what Jard didn't know was one girl was about to nearly cause the failure of this uprising.

For minutes Jard waited patiently by the front doors while the other two slaves were becoming jumpy and nervous. He gave them reassurances, but it was hard to calm most nerves in situations like this.

Suddenly, there was a scream, one that the music and noise couldn't block out. What had happened? Jard tried to force his way through the main doors but they were still closed until he heard banging on the other side and they opened quickly, revealing two slaves who were quickly grabbing the swords form the guards. "What happened? Where's Cosollo?" The two men shrugged and they had no time to question their next move as they were seen by a fat man dressed in silk. He tried to yell but choked on his nerves and stumbled away only a few steps before one slave took the gladius and plunged it into his back.

Tossed a sword of his own Jard led the group inside as screams and yelling had now quieted the festivities. "Alert the guards, fetch my gladiators!" Jard knew that voice very well, Alexandros. And, as they entered the main hall Jard saw him standing there with his sword in hand, directing the guards to fight back as if he was directing an army in battle. But, this wasn't a battle, this was a slaughter, and as soon as the guards tried to charge the male slaves suddenly they were being stabbed by one, two, and sometimes three female servants.

In another corner a guard's face was flattened by the club of a male slave, blood spraying everywhere from every corner of the room. Some slaves had been cut down by swords, and Jard was surprised that there was some resistance rather than complete scurrying. It seemed many of the guests had been former soldiers, a realization that shouldn't have been a surprise to Jard but it was. Immediately he charge those men who were armed with swords and cut into them, surprising them when he could. With other guests running in confusion and bumping into their own allies the ones that fought back usually had no clue where the next attack was coming from. More than one guest had accidentally been cut down by ally.

"Eirene! Eirene! Go, out the back," Alexandros had directed his wife and she, along with other guests who realized sticking with her was their best bet, fled out the back door of the room towards the kitchens where they would find the cooks weren't serving food anymore. They were serving death.

The floor of the main hall was stained in blood, tables were thrown all over as were the chairs, and bodies laid in a center fountain making the water turn blood red. Jard had little time to look for Cosollo as some guests decided to continue to fight him and his slave army. They were tossing everything they had, mostly just chairs, knives, and anything they could get their hands on, at the slaves. However, they all still failed to give caution to the female slaves and soon they were upon them, hacking, stabbing with knives that weren't meant for killing.

More of the female slaves were cut down, but as Jard looked around he realized that the guards had all been dealt with by now. As their numbers continued to decrease rapidly some of the male guests that had once fought back now tried to run, but were met by the blades that the slaves had retrieved. Jard had killed numerous of them by now, but his main goal was still left, or so he thought. Quickly he looked around in confusion but didn't see Alexandros anywhere, the man had run! Jard yelled in rage and ran towards the kitchens where he found a scene of destruction.

It was quieter now as two slaves now entered the kitchen with him. Slowly they moved around and searched for survivors. Alexandros. Eirene. Helene. Maia. The slaves would not be sated if they were not found and dealt with.

Suddenly, a slave appeared at the other side of the kitchen. "The back doors were guarded, they must be on the second floor." Jard directed the men that had went with him to go with the slave who appeared as he told them he'd go the other way. Cosollo, where was he?

As Jard made his way back into the main hall he looked around at the bodies. There were dozens of them, all of different social classes, yet all still the same when dead. However, Jard's eyes fell on a skeleton of a man, obviously a slave, who had taken a seat at one table left standing. He was eating everything he could get his hands on and in between bites he was laughing like he was crazed. Jard ignored him and walked towards the stairs, but suddenly he stopped as he heard noise coming from a side room. Quickly he approached and kicked open the door ready for a fight.

Crying poured from the room amid the grunts as some of the slaves were fucking some of the female guests. Jard didn't like it, but he knew war and how evil it turned men, and truly he had not been different when he was back in his own lands. The greatest evil of war was what men did to children and women, but that's how war was, and these people deserved all they got for enslaving them.

Running up the stairs to the second floor Jard yelled, "Alexandros!!! Where are you!?!" He had searched one empty room before he moved onto the next, pushed open the door, and saw a dead slave. Cosollo and Jora were standing by him embracing.

"What happened here? Where were you Cosollo?" The man looked at Jard while still embracing Jora. She wasn't the one crying, but as Jard looked past them both he saw a woman's form through the white curtains. As he gripped his sword tightly he stepped over the dead slave and walked towards the bed. Suddenly, he heard Cosollo yell something right before Jard felt something impact his left shoulder. "What the fuck...," he said, reaching back and touching a puncture wound. That's when the pain hit. Jard cursed again as he turned to look at Jora holding a dagger and Cosollo gripping her wrist holding her back. "What is going on here?"

Jard looked at the slave girl confused for a moment, rather than really angry, and then turned. As he walked to the bed he heard the struggle behind him as Cosollo held the girl back. With a quick thrust Jard threw aside the curtain and found a nearly completely naked Maia. The girl looked absolutely stunned and lost for words. Her eyes and face were covered in tears, as they very well should be, for on the bed laid her dead husband and she had heard the slaughter downstairs. Jard spit on the bed in her direction and then turned around.

"If you wish to protect her," he began, looking at Cosollo with rage despite speaking to Jora, "I suggest you get her dressed in something modest and go out through the wine cellar to the slave quarters till everything is secure."

Jard walked past them both and back to the hallway where a few slaves were entering rooms. As he passed the rooms Jard witnessed the brutal orgies inside. His cock stirred at the sight of one girl, but he had a few to kill yet. "Where are they?" One slave, who was still on task, heard him and waved him over. As Jard approached he could see the blood flowing down the man's leg. The two were just about to talk when Jard heard a male scream in absolute terror. He held up his hand, signalling the man to wait, and then walked into the room to see four slave girls holding down a guard on the bed. The evil in their eyes was beyond anything he had seen as was the terror in that man's eyes as they removed his phallus from his body. The screams were terrifying for the few seconds he last before passing out. The girls laughed as one shoved the cock down his throat.

"Jard, come come," the slave in the hallway called to him. "Eirene, I found her for you, she ran into this room." The slave had a big grin of pleasure for completing his task. He hobbled off and let Jard to the first part of his revenge. He charged the door with his last good shoulder and after two goes it snapped open and revealed Eirene standing by an open window. She was obviously contemplating jumping, especially after she saw Jard. "I order you to leave, you shall listen to my commands!"

Finally, Jard smiled for the first time, tossed the gladius to the side, and began to loosen the belt to his pants. Eirene knew was coming and she spat at him, yelled in defiance, hit his chest as he drew closer, but the resistance was futile.

 

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The spittle landed on Luris's back, and Maia looked up at the tall slave. He was so angry looking, so tall, broad shouldered and muscular. He barked orders at the man Maia presumed was Jora's lover, judging by their embracing. When he left, Jora kissed her man once before parting. Then Jora pulled a bundle out from under the bed and swept it around Maia's shoulders. It was a cloak, typical of a slave to wear, and it was far too big for her. Jora pulled Maia to her feet and towards the door where Cosollo stood waiting. He handed Jora a branding iron. Maia's blood ran cold and she felt pounding in her ears.

"We have to go, now!" Cosollo hissed to Jora, who nodded as he started to drag Maia down the hall. She managed hurried glances into some of the rooms. Corpses lay everywhere, puddles of blood adorned the floor. She passed her sister's room and it was empty. She started to struggle. "Stop, wait! My sis...-" Her words were cut off as Cosollo hit her hard across the face with the back of his hand. "You'll hold your tongue, or I'll cut it out of your head!!"

Maia's vision danced, and she spat out blood, feeling the welt forming on her cheek. She stumbled, and felt him wrench her arm as she fell. He never broke his stride, but dragged her through the slaughter. Maia was too shocked to cry. She could see the slaves setting the furniture on fire, beheading and torturing the wedding guests, raping them, beating them. She prayed her sister had been spared, or else had been killed quickly. Cosollo threw her into the doorway of her mother's room, his hand on the handle. He looked down at her with hatred.

"This is what Jora has spared you from. She alone. This life, becoming like this venomous witch."

Maia could hear her mother's screams beyond the door, and she started to shake. Cosollo yelled up towards Jora, who was further back up the hallway, in a foreign tongue. She started to run, gesturing at him, a look of anger on her face. He opened the door, and grabbed Maia roughly by the shoulder, throwing her into the room, and pulling the cloak off her shoulder, ripping her dress. It fell open, exposing her right breast as she landed on her hands and knees.

When she looked up, she screamed.

The slave who had spat at her, was.... using her mother. It was violent, not something she ever could have imagined. Even though she loathed her mother. She squeezed her eyes shut. "Please, not that... Kill me, I beg you!"

Cosollo laughed, and retorted: "Begging now, eh? Open your eyes!" He turned her face to the scene before her. "Open them and look at that whore die!"

As much as she despised her parents, this was too much and she wrenched her head free, glaring up at him with whatever remnant of spirit she had left. Her father had taught her one thing, and she screamed it at him, and the tall man. "There is no honour in this!!"

Cosollo answered with sneering laughter and turned to look at Jora, who stood just outside the door. She didn't so much as look into the room, but merely handed him back the branding iron, with the Targaris family crest at the end glowing red hot. Cosollo grabbed her right arm and lifted it up high, her flesh taut, her nipple peaked as adrenaline and terror flooded her.

Eirene's head had lolled to the side and she was wailing as she could barely make out her youngest daughter, in her blood spattered wedding dress, her face and arms bruised, her eyes red from crying. She probably barely made out Maia whisper 'mama'.

Cosollo twirled the iron in his hand before he drove it violently into Maia's side, underneath her arm, at the soft skin where her breast met her chest and shoulder. Her screams of agony echoed around the house and the smell of flesh burning caused Jora to purse her lips and pray. He tossed the iron onto the bed in front of Jard, as Maia hung limply in his arms, unconscious, still held up by one arm, her long hair trailing, the skin at her side smoking. Cosollo spat in Eirene's face. "She is dead. Your youngest daughter. And before she is cold I will have her maidenhead."

Jora wrung her hands as Cosollo laughed, dragging Maia behind him and slamming the door upon his exit. Then he lifted her, and let Jora attend the burn. "My love, it was your idea to brand her." Jora nodded, applying salve and putting the cloak around her. "Now, we really have to go..." He kicked the door, signalling Jard to hurry up, and dragged Maia behind him. Jora tapped his arm and gestured for him to lift her up. He scorned at her, frowning.

"Jora, I have wiped their asses for years, carried them, served them, fed them, cleaned up their shit. You were the one who wanted her life spared, for her kindness to you, and only you. She is nothing to me."

He dropped Maia to the ground, and took Jora in his arms, tracing his knuckles along her chin, and sliding his thumb along her lip. "I wanted to see them all die for what they did to you..." Jora nodded compliantly, as he continued. "It would be easier if she went to the gods, my lamb. Her life would not be easy, even with a brand. She has only you as protector, and that is not enough in this world."

They both looked at the body on the ground, as smoke began to waft through the halls.

 

[Dreamweaver28]

The violence that was about to be dispensed in that room was already sickening as the man, the leader, this Jard was abusing the naked female head of the household. There was nothing worth mentioning for it was terrible to even think about it, but the rage had poured forth from the man who had one time thought himself reasonable. He had disliked the others being abused by slaves, for most of them did not deserve it, but here he was doing far worse than they. The woman underneath him was bloodied, and had cried so much she could not do it anymore. What made it all the worse to her was the sight of her daughter having seen this and being branded right in front of her. Eirene knew it all was over for her and had begun to submit to it, however she was saddened for her daughter, daughters.

Jard heard the others behind him speak, tussle, and he heard the daughter cry at what she had witnessed. The smell that followed the brief scream was terrifying as well but soon she was silent and the brand that had been used was tossed aside of him. He'd use it, but Eirene would never get to be humiliated walking around with it for the rest of her life. She wasn't going to last that long. After he had his way with her, spilled his seed in her, Jard let her lay there motionless as he picked up the brand and began to heat it in the fire. As he laid it down, allowing the brand to heat awhile, Jard walked over to her again and grabbed the gladius. The women still didn't move, he wasn't sure if she even could for the pain she was in. Her face bruised and bloodied, her body naked, Jard removed the tips of her bosom causing her to scream in torment as she bled.

With pure hatred he then grabbed the brand, forced open her legs, and the rest is too despicable to even imagine. For as he left the brand the woman's blood curdling scream echoed through the mansion as Jard left her one last present, tossing a stick of fire onto the bed. It took a moment but the bed began to burn with the immobilized woman upon it. With one final look and a spit upon the flesh that sizzled as soon as it hit, he turned, left the room, and closed the door.

As he turned the corner Jard immediately saw the severed head of the slave that had led him to Eirene resting on the floor, far away from his body. Around the corner two guards appeared and upon seeing him charged. As he parried one in the close quarters Jard ducked and raised his blade to block the blow from another. Immediately, he was attacked again and retreated, blocking one blow, and dodging another again and again. He was barely able to keep up with the skilled swordsmen as he saw Alexandros in the distance entering a room "ALEXANDROS! I killed your whore of a wife and I will kill you!" The man didn't react and Jard had no time to follow as he was busy fighting for his own life.

He was losing, badly, and soon he had been pushed back to the stairs after having taken a slash to the arm. It had been a graze, but that had been enough to draw blood and immense pain. Continuing his retreat Jard used everything he could to slow them down and knock them off their onslaught, from throwing and pushing chairs, plates, vases in their way. Finally, a vase had caught the one man in the face and the reaction from his partner had allowed for Jard to take the upper hand and as he ducked under a swing meant to take off his head Jard drew his blade up through the neck, mouth, and deep into his sinuses and brain causing one eye to pop out from his head.

Bladeless Jard grabbed the other dazed guard and with unbelievable strength he picked up the man and tossed him him over the side of the balcony to the main floor below. The man had broken his back on a statue as he fell and laid there dying. Rage drove him again as Jard charged weaponless to the last location he had seen Alexandros. However, the man was gone, a tied sheet to the bed post leading out the window answered the question where he had gone. Running to the window he looked out and saw the man mounting a horse along with five others before riding out of the grand estate. "ALEXANDROS!!!" Jard yelled, gripping the window frame so hard his hands were cut and bled. The man looked back, he hadn't even heard him over the chaos and the building that was engulfed in flames.

Jard yelled again and that's when he heard the sobbing from a closet. His heart was beating so rapidly from the rage that he walked over to the closet and ripped it open. Throwing to the side the door that broken from its hinge he saw a cowering Helene. She was holding her ankle, which was obviously broken, and looked at Jard in absolute fear. Her own father had left her behind? It was nearly incomprehensible. Reaching down and fighting off the slaps and slashes of her nails Jard dragged her out and gripping into her upper arms, held her off the ground in front of him. "Let me go! You're hurting me!" The woman was beautiful, looked so much like her mother, and Jard had the initial desire to use her, to hurt her, but he didn't. He had no hatred towards the girl, she was just like him had he never been captured and had the roles been reversed he would feel the same way towards her as she felt towards him.

"I'm not going to hurt you girl," he said, but obviously it mattered little as she slashed her nails across his cheek drawing blood. Jard hissed in pain and dropped the girl who collapsed due to her weak, likely broken ankle. "Fine, then I shall drag you," he said, as he grabbed the girls good ankle and dragged her from the room. Her dress immediately began to be ripped away as it got caught on various items. The woman tried to wiggle away, but soon was more attentive on surviving the steps Jard dragged her down. Step after step her back, shoulders, and head at one point hit the hard stairs. She cried, pleaded, but could do little to stop him.

By the time they had reached the main floor Helene's dress had rolled up so much she couldn't see their direction, but everyone could see far up her legs and thighs. Two slaves confronted Jard wanting a go at the girl but he denied them. They didn't like that response so as he passed them one charged and clubbed him on the back of the head. Immediately, he let go of Helene's leg and nearly lost consciousness. "We said we wanted her," another slave said and immediately the two ripped the dress from her revealing a slip that barely covered her and allowed for a great idea how plump her breasts were despite such a thin girl. "Well well, look at what she was hiding."

Jard had taken a knee as he tried to shake off the blow that had nearly knocked him out. As he felt better he looked back and saw the two slaves with their hands all over Helene, not giving him even a thought. The one had ripped the slip, allowing a breast to be exposed and had begun sucking and biting it as the other had his dirty hands trying to feel her up. The woman squirmed but she had no power until she looked at Jard with pleading eyes. He swear she asked him to help her, which was the furthest thing from his mind. He may save her for now, but that was simply because he wanted to kill the two slaves.

Just as the one slave had begun to draw out his cock as his other hand began to remove the slip he suddenly was stopped and his head was thrust into the stone floor. Three violent slams later the mans head was a bloody mess and the other had rose and run off in pure fear.

"Tha....thank you," Helene said quietly over her exhaustion, but if she thought he was going to treat her differently now she was wrong. He grabbed her ankle again and begun dragging her again, now through a doorway, and across the dirt to the slave quarters. All the slaves were tasked with meeting here to plan what would be next for them, however as he stepped into the housing Jard found few slaves remained. Actually, only five, including Cosollo and Jora.

"Dead or fled, that's where the rest are. They feared the gladiators were about to be released and ran for their lives. It's alright, the gladiators were released, but they fled as quickly as the other slaves when they saw their captors were already dead."

Jard nodded and as he released Helene he saw Maia was also there. He allowed the sisters to be reunited as he had much more pressing matters. "Alexandros got away along with a few others. Our plan failed and I doubt we have much time before he returns with more men. He even left his daughter behind to get away."

Cosollo and the others were obviously not happy, but little could be done about it. "So, what do we do now?"

"We take them with us and run south. Jora, that's where you are from, right? Can we get there?" Jard looked back at the two sisters, watching as Maia cared for her sister and covered her up. They had a trip as well ahead of them, they both were wealthy romans, and it was the only leverage the rebel slaves now had to make a deal.

Cosollo stayed close to Jora, his hand touching her and comforting her. The man wanted her in his bed, Jard could see that by the look in his eyes, but they did not have time for victory drinking and fucking. They were in more danger now than ever before. What happened to rebel slaves was just as bad as what Jard had done to Eirene who was long dead and burning to a crisp in a raging inferno.

 

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Jora pointed on her badly drawn map to the little town of Ardea, south of Rome. It would take them about a day to walk there, and was close to the coast. From there they would be safe to decide where to go to next. The two sisters were weak, Helene was hobbling on a crutch, covered in rags and bent over like an old woman; Maia walked drunkenly a few steps behind. Jora kept turning back to keep an eye on her. She was not permitted to speak with her sister, Cosollo had ordered in case they plotted. Maia stumbled a few times, looking behind her at the home she once knew, now reduced to rubble and flames that rose high against the night sky. Her wedding night. For a moment she felt bitter that she had been denied that one pleasure, and then remembered the sight of her husband with his cock in his hand, and she shuddered. Helene had been lucky. She had hidden, she hadn't had to see what Maia had seen. That scene with her mother and the slave known as Jard. Maia was disgusted at herself for thinking of how pleasing he looked when he had been in her chamber.

Helene walked with one of the other slaves, quiet and downtrodden. Maia didn't even want to talk to her. She kept reaching around her right breast and gingerly touching the brand, hissing in a breath as her fingers traced the scorched skin. Tears sprung to her eyes at the painful memory, but as she looked at the tyrant Jard, she blinked them away. She had lost her entire family tonight, her husband, and the only thing she had preserved was her life and her virginity. Not that she would ever tell them. And she swore to Zeus himself that she would not cry, and as she looked at the muscular slave, she prayed to Morta that she would avenge herself.

As she stared at him with loathing in her eyes, she caught the edge of her sandal on a root and tripped, her ragged cloak flowing out and brandishing her ruined clothes, her bare right breast, and the scorched mark on her side. She spat at the ground angrily, pulling the cloak about herself again and wincing in pain as she struggled to her feet. Jora rushed to her side to help her, and she pushed the girl away, pulling the ragged cloak close about her, and staring out with her one brown eye, one green, both filled with rage and pent up grief.

After an hour or two, Helene could barely walk anymore, and Jora signalled them to halt. She laid the older lady down in a makeshift bed of hay in a small ruined farm, away from the road. The other slaves lay and slept against a wall. Cosollo wouldn't let Maia stay near her sister, and tied her to a tree less than a hundred paces away. "There is grass here, love of mine. She can sleep. Now come, let us be together, under the stars," he persuaded Jora. She smiled forlornly at Maia, as Cosollo led her away by the hand. Maia looked down at her hands, bound together and lashed over a free branch. She felt like bait, and moved around the side of the tree, sitting down with a grimace for the pain in her side. She sat there in silence, until she began to hear, after a few moments, the soft groans of a woman. Perhaps Jora. Maia wondered at the happy sounds, her own experience had been so unpleasant. As she listened, she felt herself flush, her heart rate accelerate. She frowned, feeling uncomfortable as she pulled the cloak over her head and tried to ignore them.

 

[Dreamweaver28]

Miserable as it was to walk on foot it was all they had for the horses that hadn't been taken by Alexandros and his men had been released and the elephants were long gone. But, it wasn't like they were going to be able to use them as transportation anyways. And so they walked and walked with the help of Jora as their guide. In the morning, she said, birds would help guide them to the sea, which would help their journey south. However, the group could not remain too close to water as people would be there and right now they could not been seen for if they had they would be tracked. A few of the slaves assisted Helene as she struggled, only two female slaves had remained, Jora and another none knew too well.

Jora stuck to Maia like glue whereas the other had been asked to help Helene. Jard didn't trust the males with either of them, but Cosollo had Maia covered as Jora had an odd relation with her. Finally, the group could not move on further, mostly due to Helene and her ankle and so they stopped to rest. Thanks to Jora they had found an old farm and made their way for it. Among the hay they rested while the male slaves were tasked as lookouts. Jard's back hurt terrible from where he had been stabbed by Jora, but he had no real hard feelings towards her, for what had happened to the girls mother could have very well happened to Maia had she not been there.

In fact, with the way Maia was looking at him he wondered if he should kill her and just keep Helene. No, Jora wouldn't have that and what she wouldn't have, Cosollo wouldn't have. Not before long Cosollo and Jora went off together, as he figured they would, but not before tying their captive to a tree. No one even bothered doing the same to Helene for Jard remained close and she could barely walk. "Do you hate me?" He had spoke to Helene for the first time and the woman just simply looked back coldly at him. Beautiful she surely was, "Your mother is dead, but your father lives. He left you to unspeakable acts and death, and yet I spared you and did nothing of the sort." Jard reached out to her as his lust grew but she slapped his hand away.

"A widow with dead children, such a shame for someone so pretty. I would give you handsome, strong children." The woman simply looked away, though she did remember that he had saved her from being raped and likely killed. Jard took the hint, rose, and walked over to where Maia was. "I'm sorry you had to see what you did, I truly am, but your mother was evil, brutal, and deserved what she got. She treated you poorly too, did she not? Now think, she forced men to sleep with her behind your father's back, she forced girls to sleep with men. Who knows, you or your sister may not even be your father's daughter," he said, trying to get into her head.

Jard grabbed the girls chin as she continued to look away and forced her to look into his eyes. "Odd, wonder what the priests would say about you," he said, enjoying the fact she had two different colored eyes. Extremely rare, something he had never seen let alone hear of. "What do your priests say about your eyes? Good omen or bad?" Even though Maia tried to tear herself away from him he didn't allow her. In the silence he heard Cosollo and Jora a distance away enjoying one another. Jora was about Maia's size, though surely much more feisty. He wondered how Jora handled herself in bed. Jard noticed Maia flinching as she heard Jora scream in pleasure while Cosollo grunted.

"You like that, don't you? Too bad your husband didn't get to put his small dick inside to break you, you'd know what it was like. But, don't worry girl, we shall not abuse you. However, as your sister is no virgin I may give her to my men should they get restless. I saved her from that at your estate you know, like I saved you. You should be grateful".

Jard finally released her chin but as she turned away he brushed back her hair from her face and looked at her big bosom, exposed a bit by her ragged clothes. He wanted to look more, but he made her a promise. "My my, I can't believe how such small women have such large breasts and how your skin remains so fair living here. The people far north of my clan had women with skin like yours," Jard said, a shame that it was like this. Helene didn't have fair skin like her sister, which made him wonder about an earlier point he made.

"Is there anything I can get you?"

 

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As he held her face steady in front of him, Maia glared at Jard angrily, as he hinted at her parentage, and questioned the colour of her eyes. She was fully aware of how different she was. How Helene was the vision of their mother, and how Maia looked not at all like her father. Alexandros, Eirene and Helene were all tan, and Maia was fair skinned.

"You don't need to inform me of my mother's reputation. I know what kind of woman she is. Was." Her lip trembled and she tried to look away from him but he held her strongly. Tears swelled in her eyes and she steadied her breathing, her chest rising and falling as his eyes roamed over her body. She was taken aback by his comment about conserving her virtue above her sister's. She stared right into his eyes defiantly. "My virtue is the only thing, the only shadow of my lost life that lingers with me now." She blinked, tears tracking down her cheeks and her voice shook, but she would not cry in front of him. She had to be strong now. "I will lose it, no doubt, to someone who is less gentle than my husband. Someone who does not care for it."

He let go of her chin, and brushed her hair back. She blushed, it was strangely intimate, that and the noises coming from Jora and Cosollo afar off. They stirred her, as Jard sat in front of her, watching her. She looked at him, the man who had 'saved' her from her marriage, 'freed' her from her mother, and yet kept here here enslaved as his captive. He was battle-worn, yet strong, and she blushed even more as she remembered how he looked shirtless. Her eyes travelled over his body, and she looked away as he turned and caught her staring at him. She had never even been kissed by a man.

The moon was high in the heavens, as the two of them sat there. She leaned against the tree, adjusting the cloak to hide her nakedness, yet enough so that the cool air could circulate around the wound at her side. She felt hot between her legs, the noises from Jora and Cosollo continuing and becoming more frequent. She arched a leg, careful to cover herself, and leaned her elbows against her knee. She sighed as the air soothed her branded skin.

Is there anything I can get you?

She looked at him, her eyes wide with indignation and surprise. Then she silently shook her head, thinking better of speaking. She didn't think she could handle any more abuse. Her elbows rested on her knee, her hands hanging limply, her wrists red and chafing from the rope. "I desire nothing." Then there was a long, passionate, climactic cry from Jora and Maia looked around, startled. "Is she alright? Is he hurting her?" She seemed unsettled, embarrassed by how little she knew, although she looked up at her captor, her face flushed, breathless in the moonlight.

 

[Dreamweaver28]

The tears weren't unexpected, but they had little influence on him. She was a young woman who had just seen terrible things and in her eyes had everything taken away from her. She was spoiled, lived from a silver spoon, and cared not for the slaves that did everything for her. Yes, he had slaves that did tasks for him, but he was a warrior, a hunter, and he did not need slaves to care for him. These people, despite their war armies and success, were very weak. The way the guests scurried like little animals when they were met with armed slaves was pathetic. His people would have never done that, they would have fought to the death.

He allowed her to talk nearly nonsensical how about her virginity was the only thing that was her from the past. She still had her sister, life, and a long future ahead of herself. Foolish women. Jard had always preferred bigger, stronger women who were the remnants from time past when the women fought alongside men. This girl was pathetic creature of a weak society. But, he could not help noticing how good she smelled and looked. As she moved to hide herself from his wandering eyes in the moment of silence he heard Jora and Cosollo continuing their journey into absolute pleasure. It was a intoxicating sound and though Jard had spent his seed a few hours ago he felt himself growing restless already.

In the silence after Maia first refused to answer him Jard could tell that the other pair were about to come to the end of their adventure. Cosollo grunted, and as he suspected, Jora didn't scream, gasp, but cried out with absolute authority and strength. For a woman so small and tiny he was surprised at how strong she was, but he wondered after all that had been done to her how much it had changed her as well. Maia never saw it, that he knew, but if she knew all her father, mother, and even her sister had done he wondered if she would be sickened.

Jard looked at a concerned Maia and laughed at her question. He cut himself off quickly at her naivety, but he still smiled. "The exact opposite, he's loving her. True love, not the fake crap between your mother and father or what you would have assumed was love with you and that man."

Suddenly, Jard stood and spit to the side. Everytime he mentioned or thought of her father he was enraged. The man had led armies that had killed his people, and though it hadn't been him at that battle, his people had killed his wife and child. Her people had killed them, she had. Jard turned away and said nothing more, but in the distance Maia could hear her sister yell. Swearing followed, a scream, and the last thing Maia saw was Jard walking away from where both groups were camped.

He moved towards the treeline, ordered the one man to return to watch over Helene, and took a seat to provide sentry for the rest of the night. As the man returned he looked at Maia and smiled with stained and some missing teeth. The man and others were watching over Helene and a few hours later, later into the night, Maia heard commotion and muffled screams.

 

[prettyserpentine]

She had managed to get to sleep after a little while, and dreamed of him. Jard. They were off in the distance together, and he was kissing her, touching her everywhere. In her sleep she moaned, and rolled onto her side, when the pain from her brand awakened her. She felt a wetness between her legs, and dried herself quickly with part of her ruined wedding dress. She felt flushed, her blood pounding in her ears, her body sensitive, like it was craving something.

Then she heard the sounds of commotion from where her sister was. She used the rope to pull herself to her feet and walk out as far as the rope would allow, which was only about five paces. It was dark, too dark to see, and all she could hear were muffled grunts and the cries of her sister, but they were muffled too. Where was everyone? Where was Jora? She couldn't see anyone, but could hear the sound of snoring, or maybe it was animals growling, she couldn't be sure. She pulled on her ropes, pulled hard until her wrists bled and then she found a rock with a sharper side. She got on her hands and knees and started rubbing her ropes against the rock to free herself.

She worked and worked at it, pushing hard against the friction, and gritting her teeth. She cursed to herself, things she had heard her father say. She would be damned if she was going to let them rape and kill her. Maia managed to get the bottom of the rope free, her hands were still bound but she wasn't attached to the tree anymore. She picked up the stone and held it tight within her bloodied fingers as she moved towards the shack her sister was in. As she neared it, there was one slave at the doorway, and she was seen. He grinned at her with rotten teeth and she turned, starting to run. But he was too fast.

He was pinning her down, her face in the dirt and her bound hands underneath her, still gripping the rock. The slave sneered, speaking in a foreign language and pressing her face into the ground as he lifted the back of her dress. She was struggling, her left cheek in the grit, as she kicked at him. He used his own legs to keep hers down, and covered her mouth with his big, dirty fingers. His other hand was working at his loincloth and Maia could just about see out of the corner of her eye. She tried to scream, and bit down on his fingers as hard as she could, but he didn't even flinch. She couldn't see anything, her hair was billowing around her face. She felt his hand caress her behind, his fingers stroking along where no fingers had ever stroked and she bucked. He laughed and kicked her legs apart. She could feel his member against her behind, hard, nudging her. She struggled, remembering her words to Jard before pain drove them from her mind as the slave slid a finger inside her. It felt big, it felt strange, and she groaned and wailed into his hand.

He inserted another finger and she acted, she used all her might, arching her body even with his fingers inside her, and she pushed her behind up, almost as if she offered it to him. She lifted her hands, leaned back until her head was almost on his shoulder, and rammed the stone against the top of his skull, freeing herself. She hadn't taken dance lessons for no reason, and her flexibility proved useful as she twisted around, not caring for the pain in her sides and slammed the stone into his temple. He fell to the ground, twitching, his cock becoming limp as she straddled him, beating his head with the stone and screaming like a demon. Her mouth was bloody from the wounds she had inflicted on his fingers, and as his life blood trickled out of his ears, nose and mouth, she bared her teeth at him as she had seen ancient warrior women do.

 

[Dreamweaver28]

The first thing that Jard heard was screams unlike anything he had ever heard before. They were consistent and commanding, but he didn't believe they were Jora's or the other girl. Quickly he realized it had to be one of the captives and he ran, blade in hand, towards the building. As he grew closer he saw Cosollo appear armed as well and Jora not far behind. Shit. Jard changed his direction to the other building and just as he entered two males were yanking a struggling Maia from the one whose head simply wasn't really there anymore. Jard looked at Cosollo with anger in his eyes for the man hadn't secured her very well and wasn't watching her.

The man raised his head and directed him to look over, at Helene, who was curled in a ball and stripped of her clothes. Rage overtook him and the two men, who now held Maia, looked at him with fear in their eyes. "The bitch begged for it." "She deserved it, they both do!" Jard walked over to Helene and knelt by her, but as he tried to touch and look at her she fought him off. He wasn't going to hurt her, he wanted to see what they had done. "Did they?" After a moment as he backed off Helene sheepishly shook her head. "No, they tried and did enough, but Maia stopped them."

"What did I tell you fools!?" That was all he had to say and as he approached the men quickly released Maia, but the first man didn't even get a foot away before Jard drove the blade into his back. Cosollo had dealt with the other as the man practically ran into the blade.

"Fuck!" Jard was incredibly angry with Cosollo and Cosollo was angry with him for even caring about the women. But, Jora nodded in Jard's direction, thanking him. The woman's care for Maia was odd and he really didn't understand it.

"Now we're down to three males, two females, and two captives. And that piece of shit can barely see!" Cosollo pointed at the old man who looked on in fear at everything. He had been a house slave, part of the kitchen staff, and was about as soft as they came and pudgy too. Things were bad, very bad, and Cosollo and Jard were butting heads time and time again. Friendship had fallen apart when they achieved freedom.

Jora seemed to know what was coming and though she had been friendly with Jard he knew in the end she would turn against him to protect herself and Cosollo.

"Well the married couple can go back to bed now, I'll watch the women. Titus, go get a bucket of water." The older man rose, left, and went to fetch water as the pair left. As he walked over to Maia, who seemed to still be in shock, bloodlust, whatever one would call it. "Well, he see out the back of his head now," Jard said, jerking Maia to her feet not caring her resistance or fight. "Stop it, and go to your sister," he said, tossing her in the direction of her.

Soon the older man returned with the bucket of water, a rag, and Jard directed him to set it by the women. As he sat, leaned against the wall, he watched the women. Maia was drench in blood, her wedding dress a disturbing exchange of colors mixed with blood, and her hair coated as well. What a bloody mess, how she had done that was nearly unbelievable. There would be no sleep for him tonight, but the older man quickly fell asleep. Jard simply sat there watching them both.

 

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She was shaking, as she turned her back, lifting a rag and washing the blood from her body and hair. She let the long dark locks hang down her back as she ran the rags over her chest and down over her legs. She winced a little as the rag touched her between the legs, and she scrubbed hard, as if she was trying to scrub the feeling of the slave's fingers away. The two slave women helped Helene clean herself. Maia was too angry. She finished washing, not an easy feat as she still had her wrists bound, but she cleaned the blood off.

Helene looked up at her young sister. "Maia. Thank you, I don't know what I would have done..."

Maia looked at her with rage. "You would have done what you always did. Wait for someone else to look after you. That's why your slave left you to die." She tossed the rag at her. "Look at you, still relying on them to clean you up. We are alone in this world now. Our mother is dead, and we have no blessed futures." She raised her arms, the brand on her side sorely visible. "You didn't suffer this, you aren't bound, you are just lame. Aided by crutches, not even able to walk alone." Maia looked at her and saw the differences between them.

She shook her head and walked away, spitting at the ground before Jard defiantly as she looked at him, her odd-coloured eyes full of wildness. "A bad omen, wouldn't you say? Perhaps you ought to remember that, and remember your slave friend's brains all over the ground the next time you tell me I should be grateful for slime like him trying to give me what I apparently deserve."

She didn't care for her half state of undress as she lifted the stone from next to her victim's battered head, and walked back to the tree. She knew it was futile to leave, he would slaughter her without a second thought, but she felt stronger. Like the weakness of her sex and social standing was almost a curtain drawing back. When she reached the tree, she dropped the stone between her legs, holding it there with her feet as she started to work on cutting the rope with its sharpened edge. She pulled the see through material across the gap between her legs, sure that in the darkness, no one would see her most private place that had almost been violated more than once. That place that she could feel wanting.

 

[Dreamweaver28]

He was simply sitting there and watching them as Maia went about verbally assaulting her older sister. As he crossed his arms and laid his head back again the wood wall. Now she was getting a bit rash and boastful, but her eyes didn't scare him or any omens she claimed came with them. They worshiped different gods, his were stronger, and they said not a thing about women with different colored eyes. To him, it was a good omen for uniqueness was only powerful when good fortune and beauty came with it. He simply smiled at her even after she spit at him before leaving their building to return to her own area.

Jard wasn't alone with Helene, but he also had two former slaves as well. Jard knew nothing would become of Maia tonight and there were no males to take either of the, The women had nowhere to go and thus Jard soon found himself dozing off when he wasn't looking at a nearly naked Helene. He felt his cock stir simply by looking at her and had he not taken steps to prevent it he would have fucked her. Helene looked at him with an empty gaze, however it sure felt like Eirene was looking and mocking him. "Do not stare, this is how bad things happen. You got two men dead because of it." He blamed it on her though he really knew it was not your fault

"Your sister surprised me," he said, slowly bringing himself to his feet. As he approached with a glass of water Jard took a seat as Helene shrunk away from him. But, she did not shrink until she took the much needed water.

"You are my captive Helene, but I shall not treat you or Maia as a slave. Making this easy for all of us will be the best and before you know it you will be free to go," Softly Jard took his hand and placed it on her thigh, patting it to calm her. As she looked at her body Jard questioned her, "You have given birth before. Where is your husband and children?" For a moment he worried that they had been killed in the mansion as he gripped her thigh nearly tenderly.

 

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"With the gods." She pulled her leg away from him in disgust. "Don't touch me, slave. Keep your filthy hands away from me. You murdered my mother, and all our friends. You have ruined us." She pulled her clothes around herself and turned away from him. "Making this easy for us..." She snorted, her air so much like that of Eirene. "You have ruined our chances at a good life. You have marked and assaulted my sister. I saw what that scum tried to do to her, what they tried to do to me..." She turned, looking coldly at him. "I don't know what lands you come from, slave, but this is a civilised place, with civilised people. There is nothing wrong with being a slave, for on their backs our society flourishes."

She believed her words, her whole appearance was one of a woman confident in her social standing. "I don't know how you spoke to Maia, she has always been a quiet one. Studious. Not the social bird mother wanted her to be. Not the daughter father wanted..." She looked around, knowing more than she wanted to in that respect. But she would never betray her mother's secret about Maia's father. She wouldn't shame her mother and sister like that.

Helene pulled the ragged blanket over herself. "Leave me, slave. I wish to mourn my family in peace, and unlike you, my gods listen to me when I call upon them."

She turned away from him, and rested her head back on the hay again, squeezing her eyes shut and wishing she had some milk of the poppy to help her sleep. She had almost died tonight, seen her younger sister attacked, tortured... She would have nightmares forever, and her chances of ever finding a husband and a home were lost.

Those were the last things on Maia Targaris' mind as she finally broke the rope around her wrists. Adrenaline coursed through her veins as she held the stone in her hand, looking toward the hut her sister was probably fucking Jard in right now. A surge of jealousy burst through her, surprising her. Helene was very beautiful, yet so prim and always worried about how others viewed her. All she ever wanted to do was marry and have babies. Maia's whole world had been opened now. Her bonds were loosed, she could go anywhere she wanted. Jora and Cosollo were probably off loving each other somewhere, Jard was probably doing the same with Helene, or so Maia thought. She tried to put the image of him from her mind, but as she thought about him on top of her, touching her and causing her to make those noises Jora had made, she felt that discomfort between her legs again.

Maia surmised that she needed to escape, and as she stood by the tree, her back to the hut, she looked out at the lands and wondered how far she could run before anyone noticed. She took a few tentative steps forward, peering into the dark.

 

[Dreamweaver28]

Jard should have known better and by her reaction he did and found himself again. She was much like her mother and they would never be on good terms, he had after all done the things she had spoke of. He had killed many, many friends of hers surely, and had raped and killed her mother. "I was a prince from where I came, before I was taken, do not speak so righteously. I should have let you burn," he said, but he did not hit her or spit at her though he wanted to. Instead he rose and walked to the door of the building, just as he saw a woman standing in the distance by a tree. He wanted to kill Cosollo right now.

Leaving the building he ran off after Maia who had just disappeared into the darkness. It was impossible for him to be absolutely quiet running in the dark, so he simply ran as quickly as possible in the direction she had been. Catching glimpses of her for one moment and then losing her the next he stopped to listen to find her location. A branch snapped and he ran again, closing in quickly as the woman had never had to exert herself in her entire life. Finally, after five minutes of pursuit, crashing into branches and trees, he finally saw her full form as the moonlight cascaded down from above.

"Just give up, you're not going to get away!"

It was then that Jard saw a fire in the distance, which Maia must have seen. Quickly he closed the gap and in the next moment had wrapped her in his arms, lifted her from the ground, and clasped his large hand over her mouth to keep her from screaming. Slowly he pulled her backwards as she fought, back into the darkness of the woods.

 

[prettyserpentine]

As he hoisted her off her feet, she tried to scream but his hand found her mouth and closed over it, carrying her back into the seclusion of the woods. She glanced at the direction she had seen the fire. She struggled in his arms, but he was stronger than she was and held her fast, wriggling against him.

Maia was tired, and uncomfortable from her wound, and almost upon his command, she stopped struggling. Her legs dangled above the ground as he held her, and she could feel his hard body against her back. Her heart was racing, she was sure he could feel it against his arms, and she breathed hard against his hand.

It suddenly occurred to her that they didn't know who the people by the fire were. If it was bandits or vagrants, other slaves perhaps who had escaped from the house. She turned her head, looking at him with her wide, fierce eyes and looked from his eyes to his lips. He betrayed no emotion as he held her; and she thought how close he held her. She shifted a little, grunting lightly and moving her head so she could speak.

"My sister was too tired for you to have a decent conquest, hm?" She said, turning her head and whispering against his ear breathily. "Or were you spent after what you did to our mother?" She moved her hips, she had never acted this way before, but felt she wanted to torture him. Her hips swayed against him, gently brushing against his crotch. "Did Helene not want you because you're a slave?"

Maia knew she was playing a dangerous game. "It must be so ... hard ..." she breathed as she moved her bottom, rubbing against him. "...knowing you promised to protect me from abuse... having no woman here to love you the way Cosollo even has his mute Jora..." She smirked. "I suggest you let me go, Jard." She blushed, she had never spoken to a slave and used his name before. She had never touched one of her own accord, and as she looked at him, she felt a force of gravity pulling her to him.

 

[Dreamweaver28]

They had gotten a good distance away from the fires, the warmth breath against his hand as warm as any fire for her body was attracting a primal desire. This moment sent his thoughts back to what seemed like ages ago when he had, with his father's men, raided a small village. Their conquest of them had been easy and it was the first time he enjoyed the spoils. The woman had fought when they locked him inside the house with her, but something within him had made him wild. He had taken her, enjoyed her, and in the end she had joined them. It wasn't as if she had a choice, but nine months later she had given birth to his son and before then they had fallen in love. It was years later that the men of her empire had come, killed his wife, and killed his son.

Her body was what brought him back to the present as she began to move against him, swaying her hips against his crotch. He had blocked out everything she had said for a bit, but as she spoke of him being denied and then spoke more sultry he could not help himself. His cock quickly grew hard so as to give her more to press against, which only drove him more mad in heat. As her head turned to look at him and she drew closer he immediately held her away. "You...sound like your mother right now..." he said, and pushed her forwards so that she would collapse to the ground. He did let her go as she wished. He looked down at her body for a moment, but then began to walk away. "Run to them if you wish, maybe you'll get lucky and not end up like your mother." Slowly he walked away, he was never going to let her go to them but he wanted to make it seem like he would allow her to flee.

As he ducked under a tree limb he had now moved away many feet from her, and did not look back for if she ran he would hear her immediately.

 

[prettyserpentine]

"I am not like her," Maia insisted. She tossed her hair, and listened to him as he walked away. She looked at the fire in the distance.

Could she leave her sister? Perhaps if she headed towards the fire, she could find a better future. Maybe they were travellers, they could take her out of the country altogether. She shifted her hips, the gossamer of her gown moving slightly in the night time air. She glanced over her shoulder, unable to see anything in the darkness, so she turned. "Fine then, Jard. Helene is yours." She lifted her gown a little and started making her way towards the fire.

Maia didn't believe in remaining in the past, and as she skirted around the outside of a little wooden hut, she realised that she was a lot further away from the fire than she realised. She never once glanced back, as she rested her hand against the side of the shack and peered around towards the fire.

Her mind wandered to who the people around the fire might be. She started to think maybe leaving was the wrong choice. She heard the snap of something, maybe an animal, and she panicked, starting to run south. Not directly to the fire, but away from the sound, giving herself enough time and space to scope them put better. But she knew she was lost out here. She had a fierce soul, but no know-how of how no survive in the wilderness.

 

[Dreamweaver28]

Jard had thought he had been listening closely enough, but after he heard Maia speak to him he hadn't heard her run. It was a few moments of passing until he turned and walked back to where she had been, but she wasn't there anymore. He cursed and then he saw her in the distance, it wasn't hard to see her dress, especially as she was in the clearing by a building and nearing the fire. Now he had to take action and so he followed her, but stuck to the clearing to hide himself from what may be enemy. With his hand on his gladius he moved swiftly, surely, as the life before captivity came back to him. He was the hunter, but like Maia he saw no one at the fire nor did he see means of transportation.

It was then that Jard saw him exit the woods and come right in contact with Maia as she had chose to hide. He was a medium size man, bald, and had a bow in his hand and was dragging the carcass of a doe. "Greetings," the man said, though once he came closer he saw she was dirty with a bloody dress. Letting go of the doe the man approached her with caution and concern. "What happened to you? Are you hurt?" The man seemed nice and yet Jard was in the woods watching, waiting to kill him. He dared no approach now for he saw the bow and knew not if there were others inside the building.

"Come, come," he said, guiding the startled woman to the fire. "Sit," he said, not even allowing her to speak as he went inside his hut and came out with water for her to drink.

"So, what happened?" Sitting down on a log aside of her he looked at her with concern, trying to really help her.

What he didn't know was Jard had already made his way behind the hut and was ready to strike, his gladius poised to strike. Jard had no desire to kill the man, but he couldn't afford to let him live either. Maia had signed the death sentence for him. It was barely minutes later that his blade was deep into the mans back, an immediate death blow, as his face contorted into shock as he stared at her.

"Well, you got a good man killed," he said as he grabbed her tiny wrist as she tried to get away.

 

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She stood, the fresh blood splattering against her skin, her mouth opening. "You didn't have to kill him, Jard." He reached for her, holding her wrist and she yanked it, pulling at him. Surely he could feel the pulse in her wrist pounding at his touch. The fire lit both of them in a warm, homely glow.

"What do you want with me? Why can't you just let me go, I'm of no use to you now. I'm branded. No one will believe I'm a Targaris anymore with this." She turned her body in the firelight, showing off her brand, the one with her family crest burned into her side. She looked up at him with her unusual eyes. "I'm sorry for whatever happened to you, whatever my father... Whatever he did. But please don't visit your revenge on me. I'm not him. I'm not Eirene." Maia touched his wrist with her free hand, her cook fingers touching the pulse on his wrist.

He was looking back at her, and she didn't try and hide behind her anger anymore. She took a breath in, her chest rising slightly. "I'm not her, please don't think of me like that." She bowed her head subserviently, moving her hand so her fingertips touched his chest lightly, then dropped it to her side as she stood there and just let him hold her by the wrist. She looked up at him through dark lashes, in the firelight. She had felt him stir against her earlier, and it made her remember how it made her feel, how it stirred her. She looked at his crotch, and looked away.

 

[Dreamweaver28]

His hand held her wrist quite tightly as she spoke, the girl was naive to think he didn't have to do that. "And then when I take you back he tells someone." Her quickened pulse was quite noticeable and the firelight made her a transfixing feature as a beat of sweat ran down her cheek. As she looked up at him with her unusual eyes he looked back and smiled for a moment. "Your father knows you and will want you back. Love you or not he at least can use you," he said, pulling her a bit closer and causing her to rise to her feet so she stood only a few inches from him.

As she looked up into his eyes again as she placed her hand on his chest and then lowered it he got an odd feeling. The feeling made his cock stir in his pants for he thought she wanted him and as she briefly looked at his crotch he at least believed it to be true. "You may not be your mother, but you are her child. Like her, you can't hide your lustful nature. I destroyed your life, did unspeakable things to your mother, and yet you stand there looking at me with those eyes and lust for my cock." He was blunt, but someone had to wake this girl up.

The ground had been pooled in blood, her face had blood splattered on it, as her dress had been long ruined. Jard was lustful with the bloodlust and the fact that this virgin woman wanted him. He was a conqueror and she was the prize of the slaughter, just like his wife had been.

Finally, he pulled her hand and placed it upon the large bulge in his pants and rubbed it around letting her discover it, yet its true enormity was hidden within. Jard looked down at her with intensity in his eyes, he was lost in the moment, his lust taking over his promise to Jora.