Land's End: in the Year of our Lord 1644

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OOC:
Character bio and back story for Alina McKay:

Alina McKay is Scot by nature. The name Alina being Scottish for "fair". Her frame is small and petite at barely 5' and 100lbs. Her skin is pale and fair, and has often been described as ...as fragile as China. A light dusting of freckles cover her defined cheekbones and chest.

Her breasts are quite generous for her otherwise small frame and would sit at a plump and full 34B by today's standards. They, as well as her nipples, are quite sensitive to the touch. Her aerolas are a surprising dark rose shade of pink and rather large on their own account.

Her hair hangs down to her buttocks in deep auburn locks, and the way it frames her face creates the illusion of a heart. Her emerald eyes are fierce and full of a deep, unknown energy. She has been described as bewitching, and would most likely be accused of witchery had it not been for her father, Sir Gregor McKay the Third, and his high rank within the King of Scotland's Royal Guard.


IC:
Alina McKay

For a moment, she thought she was dead. She had conscious thought, or, at least, she thought she did. She could not see anything before her. She thought her eyes were open, but nothing penetrated the inky black cloak that had somehow covered them.

She could barely move, and when she did she heard the rattle of thick iron chains. For some reason she was on the balls of her feet. When she tried to stand flat she felt a sharp pain at her heels. She didn't know what it was, but it kept her on her toes none the less.

"Hello?" Alina called out. Had she heard something or had it been in her head? She wasn't sure. She wasn't sure of anything anymore, really.

She felt a cold surface down her backside. In fact, when she jumped back up onto her toes, she felt a rough scratch against her buttocks and shoulderblades. Where was she?

"Hello?" Alina called out again. "Is...is there anybody out there?" The silence was deafening. She surely thought she would go mad if she had to stay in this dark place alone for much longer. "Please, if someone is out there answer me. My name is Alina McKay. I am the daughter of Sir Gregor McKay the Third of the Scotish Royal Guard. Please! Help me!"

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Sir William, Baron of Land's End:

Baron William of Lands End is the twenty-six year old ruler of his fiefdom, one inherited from his father when he was killed battling Scots in the North. Now he rules his lands and the peasants on it with an iron hand, strict laws and immediate and severe punishment for transgressions.

In exchange for their fealty and loyalty he protects them from bandits and raiders from his caste stronghold on a hill over looking the largest town in the area where all gather in times of strife.

The Baron is well schooled in the military arts, and it’s rumored that he enjoys either watching or actually giving the punishments he metes out, especially to the female transgressors.

For the time, the year of our Lord 1644, he’s a very large man at nearly six feet tall and has the shoulders and chest of mighty man and large and powerful hands from years of sword and battle axe and war hammer practice and fighting.

Just now the Baron is seated in his study off the great room deciding how he would begin punishing the wench in the dungeon whose father hand killed his own.

William paged through an book illustrated with many woodcut pictures of women and men being subjected to torment and torture for various offences, it was a new code of law and one he planned on using to administer justice in his fiefdom.

The first to feel one or more of the punishments waited for him in the castle torture chamber and dungeons, a Scots wench. In fact the daughter and sole survivor of the Scots Guard who’d killed his father.

He’d gone North at His Majesty’s summons and found out where Sir Gregor McKay lived and he and his forces detoured there on their way home after turning back the Scots once again.

There was a short and fierce battle and Sir Gregor was wounded and captured. William had him impaled naked with a stake up his arse. Then, as he slowly sank down on it, he was forced to watch and listen as his wife and daughters, all but the one in the dungeon, the comeliest one, where turned over to his soldiers for their sport and pleasure. Something none survived.

William was about to begin torturing the one in the dungeon by having Gregor watch as he sliced off her nipples and he had to listen to her screams, but the wench stopped him with what she’d said.

“Please Sir don’t torment me. Please don’t hurt me or kill me,” she’d begged kneeling naked and staring in horror at her impaled barely alive father whose blood was running down the stake and her mother and sisters being soundly fucked, her mother by three at one time. “I’ll serve you in any way you want. I’ll do anything Sir but pleassse don’t torture me or kill me.”

Her lovely face and even lovelier naked body convinced him to listen to her pleas for his mercy and he spared her, but made her watch until all of her family had died and were left for the ravens and wolves.

On the trek home one of the soldiers tried to force himself on her on night and the wench used his own knife to cut him badly, but he survived so she’d be punished for harming one of his men, but wouldn’t die for killing one.

She’d made the rest of the trek naked and with shackles on her wrists behind her back so she couldn’t cover herself and her nakedness was visible to one and all they passed as the start of her punishment, a very humiliating part of it as she listened to the comments called out.

Baron William closed the book, placed it on a shelf and walked down the stairs to the dungeon after instructing Baroness Cassandra be informed where he was going and instructing he wasn’t to be disturbed unless it was an emergency.

The heavy solid iron bound door swung open to the screech of it’s iron hinges and closed with a solid and echoing thud.

William looked at the naked wench chained to the wall. He drank in how her position lifted her round full breasts on her chest and how her spread legs displayed the patch of red curls covering her sex, and he began to slowly undress himself.

When he was as naked as she he walked to her and jerked off the black hood covering her head so he could see her face and she could see his nakedness and know one of the things she’d be feeling very soon.

Now she could also look around at her surroundings. She could see all of the places she could be secured and all of the things that could be used to torment her, torture her as she’s punished.

 

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Alina McKay

After the momentary blindness wore off from being exposed to harsh light so quickly, Alina looked on in horror. She was in a dungeon! No, not her! She couldn't be in a dungeon! Not the daughter of Sir Gregor McKay the Third!

"W...who...who are you?" she asked, barely able to find her voice. "Why am I here?"

The stranger who seemed vaguely familiar smiled leeringly at her. He stood no more than a couple of feet away from her, and for the first time she noticed he was nude.

She couldn't remember a time when she had seen a man naked.

What about Father? Sitting on a large wooden spike?

Alina shook her head, the odd words leaving her mind just ask.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Baron William:

"It seems that the trek from your former home here has dulled your wits girl," he says to her as he smiles wickedly.

"Or perhaps you just need to have your memory refreshed.
"Let's try that shall we girl," he asks almost pleasently as he looks down into her eyes.

Then, without warning, *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* his large calloused palms strike her firm tits driving them sideways, making the slap together and leaving red hand prints on her pale skin.

As he mouth opens and she sucks in air to fill her lungs before voiceing her pain he asks, "Do you remember me now girl?"

Then Baron William stands smiling at her as she gives voice to the pain shooting from her abused tits through her body to explode in her head.

 

[patrick1]

Sorry, erroneous posting

 

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Alina McKay

"Please no! Spare my family! They have nothing to do with this Young William."

"What? Yes. Baron William. I am sorry."

"Yes, yes. I am sorry...M...M...M'Lord."

Sir Gregor McKay the Third turned his head down in shame. To think, a great Scot in the Royal Guard calling this...this outsider "M'Lord"! It was an outrage!

Alina looked at the man before her in horror. Her breasts burned with raw pain and she feared her heart would beat right out of her skin.

The man before her began to laugh. Greedily he grabbed for his rigid cock and began stroking it methodically. She couldn't help but look at it. It seemed so large. It was grotesque and intriguing all at the same time.

The head looked like a large reddish-violet mushroom... The shaft, a fat piece of meat covered in thick veins...

Fornication. All around her there was Fornication. At least, that was what she had heard the act called before. It was her first time seeing the act.

To her right, all 6 of her older sisters were lined up. All of them treated worse than a stray mutt found stealing the night's meal from a cottage table. They were propped up on hands and knees like animals, their hind ends being beat with sticks, floggers, and anything that could be found.

To her left, the worst horror of all. Her beloved mother, being held in air by three strong men, twisting her body into impossible pain to impale her three most sacred holes large enough to accommodate their rigid tools!

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Baron William:

"Did that jar your addled wits and restore your memory of who I am girl?
"Do you now recall why only you out of your whole family was spared," he asks quietly as his thumbs and fingers capture the slowly hardening tip of each of her tits and he begins to squeeze until both are as flat as he can squeeze them. Then he begins to slowly pull them toward him forcing her to arch her back to try and ease the pull as she's giving voice to the pain from her squeezed nipples now being stretched to add to her pain.

 

[Pywakit]

Baroness Cassandra

The Baroness sighed as she set down the violin; its music seemed hollow and toneless to her ears today. Likewise, the prospect of taking a stroll in the gardens held little interest for her; it was likely still raining, and she couldn't really summon the interest even to cross the room and check the conservatory balcony. Instead, she sighed and looked around the room. Her husband had spared no expense in gathering the impressive collection of instruments housed here, from the wide range of strings to the collection of flutes to the large harpsichord that dominated the center of the room. Yet despite this all, none of the instruments seemed to hold any intrigue for her today.

Cassandra sighed, as much from boredom as from anything else. She found herself looking back over her life, as she often did when these fits of melancholy overtook her. She remembered little of her early childhood, but she did remember being told often by her early employer about how her parents had fled their distant homeland to the far east, fleeing persecution from a hostile lord only to be forced to sell her (their youngest daughter) to gypsies in order to survive. The gypsies, in turn, turned a tidy profit selling her to a decadent aristocrat named Randolph Whitley. Her childhood was rough and filled with pain, and as she grew into a beautiful young woman she had become quite the connoisseur in pain, reveling both in receiving and giving it, growing up as a serving maid and sometimes sexual companion to Lord Whitley.

She recalled when she first caught Baron William's eye several years ago. His family had paid a visit to Randolph Whitley, and Baron William had seen her sitting down by the edge of a pond, throwing bread crumbs to the ducks. So taken was the Baron with her that he purchased her freedom on the spot for an appalling amount of money and brought her back to his castle that very day to be his personal servant. Cassandra had never been treated so well by a man in her life, and she quickly fell in love with Baron William. Their marriage was quietly scandalous; many were shocked that the Baron would take a foreigner as a wife, yet few were brave enough to make their opinions known. Cassandra took a secret glee to this very day when she heard the latest rumors of how she had used her Eastern magic to trap the Baron, or of how she was in fact an evil spirit that controlled him.

Cassandra stood and stretched her lithe frame, allowing her long straight black braid to tumble down to its full length to just above her hips as she wandered over to the harpsichord. She could see her almond-shaped eyes and the black satin gown she wore reflected in the instrument's polished top, contrasting with her pale skin. She sighed again as she trilled a few of the keys, wondering where the Baron had wandered off to. She remembered him mentioning something about a new prisoner in the dungeons below, but she knew better than to disturb him during an interrogation. Which, of course, did nothing to help her bleak mood. When she found herself in one of these moods, she knew that only two things were really guaranteed to perk up her spirits. Sex, or violence. On particularly dreary days, it took a little of both to lighten her mood. And today felt particularly dreary…

 

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Alina McKay

Alina's body stretched as far from the dungeon wall as her chains allowed. Her arms had been pulled straight out to her sides, her legs spread as far as humanly possible without popping them out of joint.

A heavy iron collar of sorts was around her delicate neck, forcing her line of sight to remain straight ahead at all times. Though she couldn't see her own body, she realized her position right away. She had seen it in those woodcut books back home that had been forbidden to view. Those rites of old that were no longer allowed...

Her body, she was sure, displayed the image of an old Celtic pentacle. That is, the shape of a star. If drawn, and with a circle around it, then it would have been a pentacle.

Alina cried out as she felt such a delicate part of her flesh being pinched to the point she was sure they'd be flat.

"P...please don't," she cried out weakly. "Please...it hurts..."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Baron William:

"Of course it hurts. Why do you think I'm doing it to you girl."

"Now," he asks her again as he begins to twist her tit nubs one way and then the other while pulling her milk globes into cones, "do you remember who I am and why I spared you, or do I need to do more to help you remember who I am and why you're here and not dead... like your all of your family?"

And he bends his knees to push the head of his prick into the open slit between her legs to feel its head and smoothness, the tickle of her woman's pelt on his rampant manhood.

 

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Alina McKay

Alina let the breath she had unknowingly held out when she felt the intrusion at her maidenhead. Her lower lip began to tremble.

"Yes, M'Lord," she said in barely a whisper. "You spared me pain and death when I volunteered my services to you."

"And my name, dear child?"

Baron... Baron William...she heard Father say in her mind.

"B...B...Baron W...William," Alina choked out.

"Please spare my family M'Lord," Father begged again. His wrists were bound with rope behind his back, his knees bent up and his ankles bound together.

He was sitting on a large wooden spike nearly ten feet into the air, rope around his waist to control how much of him met the spike.

Alina could hear in her mind the cries from her father as his body was lowered more and more onto the spike. The blood seemed to gush from him, covering the whole spike.

And then Alina could hear herself as she begged for her life. She remembered kneeling before the Baron on her own accord, shamelessly grasping his breeches and laying he head against his groin.

Her words echoed in her head like a dull ache... "I will do anything, M'Lord. Anything..."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Baron William:

"Very good my wench.... my new slut and sex slave and so you shall," he says as gives her nipples one last vicious twist and yank then lets them go as his his lunge forward and up rending her virginity for all time and seating his hard cock as deeply into her as her present position allows.

He shuffles forward as her body smacks back against the wall and begins fucking her as he grips and kneads her surprisingly heavy and firm titties his palms pushing her swollen and very long nipples into the firm flesh behind them.

 

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Alina McKay

Alina screamed in horror and pain as she felt her virtues leave her physical body behind. If ever she experienced the sheer terror of having her flesh ripped open and a foreign device explore the inner cavity, this vile rape of body, mind, and soul was it!

With each thrust the Baron made, he physically pushed her body upward. The sheer power of his cock, and the awkward angle fighting against his entrance, tossing her body like a rag doll up and down the dungeon wall.

Her buttocks and shoulderblades felt like they were being torn open by a vicious animal enjoying his prey. With each downfall of her body, Alina felt her heels as they were impaled against the small spikes that earlier kept her up on the balls of her feet.

"B...but, M'Lord, when I offered myself to you totally you promised me freedom from pain," she coaxed as best she could. Having never taken on the role of a seductress before, she had no idea what she was doing. Her only concern was getting out of her current torment.

"Wouldn't you be more comfortable on a nice, soft bed M'Lord?" she asked, trying to put on her bedroom eyes. She was unaware of the things the Baron could do to her in a better position...

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Baron William:

He grunts and his muscular body beings to sweat from his exertions and the pleasure he big breasted nubile body is giving him as he ravages her and his hand maul her breasts.

"No my slut, my *Ugh!* sex slave I never did *Ugh!* that.
"You just spare you a *Ugh!* death full of *Ugh!* agony is all.
"You *Ugh!* will be hurt as I wish *Ugh!* as the Baroness wishes *Ugh!* to hurt you and *Ugh!* you'll learn to love *Ugh!* the pain we'll give you. *Ugh!*
"From now on *Ugh!* you will do what *Ugh!* you're told to do *Ugh!* when and how you're *Ugh!* told to do it *Ugh!* or you'll scream *Ugh!* and scream and do *Ugh!* it anyway in the end," he says as his eyes burn into her filled with cruel lust as he fucks her for her first time ever with a man.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Baron William:

He grunts and his muscular body beings to sweat from his exertions and the pleasure he big breasted nubile body is giving him as he ravages her and his hand maul her breasts.

"No my slut, my *Ugh!* sex slave I never did *Ugh!* that.
"You just spare you a *Ugh!* death full of *Ugh!* agony is all.
"You *Ugh!* will be hurt as I wish *Ugh!* as the Baroness wishes *Ugh!* to hurt you and *Ugh!* you'll learn to love *Ugh!* the pain we'll give you. *Ugh!*
"From now on *Ugh!* you will do what *Ugh!* you're told to do *Ugh!* when and how you're *Ugh!* told to do it *Ugh!* or you'll scream *Ugh!* and scream and do *Ugh!* it anyway in the end," he says as his eyes burn into her filled with cruel lust as he fucks her for her first time ever with a man.

"Yes girl *Ugh!* a bed would be comfortable *Ugh!* and you and I will *Ugh!* use one for this *Ugh!* when I think you've *Ugh!* earned it my Scots slave bitch." *Ugh!*