Masks of our forefathers (closed for La Reina)

Zahl the executioner

Her orgasm was more than what he had bargained for, but he was glad in a way, it showed that she liked it. Her hand rubbing his cock felt absolutely divine and it was a shame when she stopped. He folded his arms around her, a bit heedless of the blade, but sure that he would stop her if she did want to stab him. He murmured in her ear,

"Glad to see that you enjoyed it Shaundi, do you really want to go? If you do I will let you go."

He didn't really restrict her, just held her, if she wanted to go he'd let her leave and go to the Trial alone, if not...well maybe more could happen. The blush was something that made her look even prettier, but it also meant that she was ashamed of something and that was not what he wanted for or from her at that moment.
 
Shaundi let the blade drop from her hand. It landed with a soft thud on the floor. She felt his arms encircle her and she leaned back into them. She wasn't sure why this felt so right. He could hurt her had hurt her and yet she didn't want to be any place else. She was glad her back was to him or she would have bolted as soon as he gave her the option. Instead she sat there feeling stupid.

Shaundi slowly turned and looked at Zahl. He still seemed so sad. She was his. Literally his slave and he was going to fight for her so she could stay alive. He could die and then she would join him shortly after. If she was going to die she wanted to know the pleasure of a man and woman; the correct way.

She stood up. He let her go. She shimmied out of her panties and reached forward pulling him out of his pants. She straddled his hips feeling his cock between them. "You are big. Do you think you'll fit?" Even as she asked the question she placed the tip of his head to her center and was lowering her weight. Her pussy greedily swallowed him and she moaned at how much he filled her. She knew she didn't have all of him and she rocked her hips feeling him slide out than back in. She was getting wetter which was allowing her to take in more and more of him.

"Oh, yesssssss," she breathed as she felt the first flickers of lust blooming through her core. She wrapped her arms around his neck and tried to pick up a rhythm, but was failing. He felt too good and she was too inexperienced to ride the rhythm without stopping when it felt too good.
 
Zahl the executioner

He was strangely sad when she slid from his lap, but was surprised by her slipping off her panties from under her dress. What really surprised him was that she slipped his pants off on her own, he just shifted to help her. Her words echoed his thoughts, but soon she was sliding down his hard shaft and her warm, wet velvet soft tightness slid easily over his cock as she strove to engulf him. He noticed that she stopped when the pleasure became too much for her.

Slipping off her dress he looked at her naked body, she seemed nearly flawless and tender. He cupped her full breasts, his hands engulfing them, gently squeezing as she moved on him. Then he slid his hands under her legs, resting her knees over his elbows as he rested his hands on her hips. He slowly started to lift her up and slid her down onto his shaft, the feeling was so fantastic, he looked at her as he slowly started to increase the pace, feeling her stretching and gripping at his cock as he basically more than helped her movements. He knew that the steady pace was what she really needed and with his help it seemed to go past the point of being too good.
 
Shaundi never knew it could be like this. This is why women were so eager to get home to their husbands at night. This is what all the books and movies were talking about. She moaned and stopped once more. It was just too good, too much and she couldn't get past it. She whimpered when he pulled her dress off her body. She was naked and he was still half dressed. She felt silly, but that thought was pushed away when he cupped her breasts. They felt so heavy and needy she arched her back pressing them into him.

Shaundi wasn't sure what he was doing when he lifted her legs. She could barely rock her hips and she moaned loudly when he began lifting her up and down on his cock. He was literally making her fuck him and it was one of the most erotic things she had ever seen. She clamped her pussy down on him squeezing him tightly. Sweat beaded on her brow and she leaned forward to bit down on his shoulder.

"Zahl, I'm ... I'm ..." Shaundi couldn't finish as she felt her body coiling tighter and tighter. She knew she was close, but couldn't go past the edge. She wanted to come again and again and again. She wanted to do so many naughty erotic things. She read books, heard tales, and now she knew what she was missing she wanted to do it all. But first she needed to cum and now.
 
Zahl the executioner

He understood, the tension in her body alone told a story of its own about the state of her body. He nibbled on her ear and using his body to push her slowly backwards he latched his mouth on her hot, hard nipples, sucking one one then the other, flicking his tongue over them as he continued to rock her on his cock. He loved the feeling of moving her body on his own, using her to do something they both wanted...no actually what they both needed. A release from their dreary circumstances, something they could share as man and woman, not as master and slave.

He moved her a bit faster, nibbling on a nipple as her breasts bounced in time with their movements. How he had ached to feel, touch and taste her breasts and they did not dissappoint. His hands massaged her firm ass, squeezing and releasing in time with his thrusts.
 
Shaudi could feel him pressing her backwards and she eagerly bent to his will. As long as he didn't stop these delicious feelings. She couldn't stop rocking and moaning as his mouth sent shivers down her spine and his cock caused electricity to zip through her body. Faster and faster he fucked her until she felt he had threw her up in the air. She screamed her release as her pussy milked his cock greedily wanting his seed deep inside her.

She wasn't sure if he came. Hell, her head was still swimming, but she managed to move her hair out of her face and look up at him. He still had a shadow of sadness, but he looked tired. She laughed and kissed him deeply. He was still embedded inside her and she moved a bit which created fire and elicited a moan from her. "Again, please, again."
 
He kissed her back, holding her close to him, chuckling he gave her ass a slap,

"Then again we shall, but change of position is a plus."

Without warning he stood up still holding her in position, with a wicked grin he moved to the table and sat her down on the side before he slowly started to thrust inside of her, pushing her down onto the table to allow his hands access to her body.
 
Shaundi bloomed under his kiss and she mock growled at him when he slap her bum. She brightened back up when he said he could go again. She didn't expect him to pick her up and she clung to him not afraid he'll drop her or she'll fall, but because it felt good to wrap him up in her arms. She arched an eyebrow at his smile wondering what exactly he had in mind for a 'new position'.

She felt the cold of wood against her back and she gasped at the sudden chill, but it quickly turned into a lustful moan when he sunk his thick dick deep inside her. She eagerly complied with his ministrations not caring what happened as long as he didn't stop thrusting inside her. Her nails raked down his back and she lifted her hips so that their bodies slapped hard everytime he slammed in her. "Oh fuck me," she moaned not entirely sure what she was saying as she begged him for more with her delicious body.
 
Zahl the executioner

He complied with her request, she moved and got verbal, already a huge improvement over the women of Zahul. Leaning into her he thrusted as hard as he could into her, holding her in place as he lowered his head to suck and lick on her breasts. The heavy table shuddered under them as his thrusts started to increase in speed as well. Pretty soon the sounds of their wet groins slapping together filled the room, mingling with her gasps and moans. This was much better than what he had thought it would be and he loved each second of it.

Without warning he slipped out of her and flicked her over onto her stomach, using a hand he slid his cock back into her velvety folds, again marvelling at the heat as he sunk his shaft all the way into her in one powerful thrust. Grabbing hold of her hips he started to thrust inside of her.
 
Shaundi loved the fact that the table threatened to crash under them. It was a sturdy piece and would take a lot to break and dammit if it wasn't in her mind to make the fucker fall. She grabbed Zahl harder, squeezing him, milking him as she moaned under him. She leaned forward and bit his shoulder when his head moved to her breasts she could only scream her pleasure. She didn't care if the neighbors heard. This man was good and she wanted the world to know she loved his cock.

She almost screamed in anger when he pulled out, but he flipped her so fast and was back in her. With a deep sigh she felt him slam into her and it sent electricity zipping through her. In this position he was much deeper and she arched her back, lifting her hips, feeling him sink even deeper. "Harder baby," she moaned wanting to feel him thrusting as hard as he could into her. With every deep thrust she felt his power wash over her and she loved knowing he was so strong and her body could take it.

"So close, so fucking close," she moaned in the air as she began to thrust back. One of her hands came off the table to go between her legs. She twirled her fingers around her clit and pushed hard as she felt her body tightening and tightening. Her pussy squeezing his cock harder and harder as she got closer to her release.
 
Zahl the executioner

He did just as she asked, he felt her body start to build up to her orgasm again and this time he was not very far behind. Lifting her hips slightly he started to thrust as hard and as fast as he could. Using his hold on her hips he pulled her back into each thrust, it was wild, animalistic and he was loving it.

He wondered if her moans and screams could be heard outside the walls, they were thick, but she was loud so it was almost like a contest to see if he could give her even more pleasure. So far she was loving it and he could say that he was loving it just as much. He could feel his orgasm building up to breaking point, but he held back, waiting for her to have her own release.
 
"Zaaaaaaahl," she screamed into the air as the biggest orgasm washed over her. Her body stiffen before it started jerking and she lost all control. The front part of her body collapsed so her ass was higher in the air. Her pussy was convulsing on his cock and all she could do was take it. She couldn't believe this was what she had been missing. She felt the Scary One's cock get thicker, bigger, and immediately she was on edge. Suddenly his cock was spasming inside her and she was cumming again. He pulled out and Shaundi could feel her liquid honey spewing from her pussy and landing on the table.

Exhausted she rolled over and sat down in one of the chairs. She began laughing as she was fully naked, exposed, and Zahl still had on a shirt. "That was good," she mumbled. Than she began having other thoughts like was it good for him, did this mean anything to him, when can they do it again (even though she was sore). Shaundi didn't voice any of those questions. She was afraid of the answers so she decided on another topic she was interested in. "So the trial tell me more about it please,"
 
Zahl the executioner

He watched her as she sat down, he ran his fingers over his chin,

"Good would be the understatement of the century."

He gave her a smile and turned to find his clothes, as he dressed he answered her question,

"In the old times the defendant and the accuser would face each other in mortal combat, it was not uncommon for men to face children or women. There is a ceremony to Braca the god of justce before the trial, the victor would be undeniable. In later years a champion could be picked and then the result would still be the same. Each participant gets to use a weapon of their choice, yes even a crossbow or a bow is allowed, if the person misses at ten paces death comes or not, depends on Braca."

He turned to face her, mask in hand,

"I do not really understand why you did what you just did, but if I survive I would wish to do so again."

Again a smile ran over his mouth,

"Strange how things change through one act."

He slipped on his mask,

"Of course the rules is different these days, the accused must stand alone while the accuser are free to pick up to five companions. I call it a gauntlet."
 
Shaundi watched him get dressed and she slowly stood up and found a towel first wiping off the table and then herself. She placed the towel near other dirty clothes and found a gauzy skirt to put on to hide her nakedness. She nodded her head as she disinfected the table. "It sounds to me like the accuser is getting the short end of the stick as time progressed." She sat down opposite him and she felt a smile tug at her lips.

"I did it because you care about me. I did it because you are Master. I did it because you believed me when others did not and I did not want you to die without knowing how much that means to me. I did it because I wanted too." Shaundi dipped her head and her hair fell covering her face. She tried to hide the embarrassment she was feeling. "I would love to do so again with you."

Shaundi's head flew up. "What?! You're to stand alone against 5 men. No. That's suicide. I will not .. I will go. I will ..." Shaundi swallowed. She didn't want to die, but she didn't want Zahl to die in her stead either. "I am the accused, yes? I will go and fight and you will make sure they fight fair. You've been training me and I have enough for a base. I ... I can do this." Shaundi's words were all bravado. She was certain she was going to die, but at least this way she would die with honor.
 
Zahl the executioner

"Ah that fire you have, no little one, I will not face five, I said that it is a possibility, but unlikely. Do not worry, I have faced worse odds and only kept a few scars from the encounter. By the way, you have not finished your training and only then will you be able to fend them off, innocent or no, I will not allow you to step into that ring and have fate cheat you out of your innocence."

He buckled on a sheath and slid his sword into the sheath,

"You stay here Shaundi, if I do not return you will know it, you may try to flee as you are quite adapt at it. If you are proved innocent, I will return."

He chuckled behind his mask as he fastened it,

"At least if I win you will get the chance to witness another orgy,"

he finished with his gear and looked at her.

"Fear not little one, but keep the door locked, if somebody tries to force their way inside pull that cord over there. The other guards tolerates sneaks much less than I do."

With those words he opened the door and walked out, closing the door behind him, knowing that if she does as he said she'd be safe. This was going to be a very interesting afternoon.
 
Shaundi was shocked. Was it going to happen already. She didn't know why she thought she had weeks or even a month, but as he spoke her heart dropped lower lower. She tried to protest that she should go, but his word was final. No, her training wasn't done, but if he died it would be. So what was the difference. Shaundi shook her head not liking his jokes. He joked so easily at a time like this. His life could be over. He was her Master.

The door closed with a resounding bang that made her jump. There was so much she wanted to say and yet she didn't know why she was feeling this way. It took less than 5 minutes for Shaundi to decide to not listen to him. If he survived he could punish her later. She quickly went into her room and put on a gray man's style shirt with a pair of black leggings. She donned a gray cloak and pulled up the hood. She slipped on her mask and grabbed two katanas. She took one last look around and slipped out the door following her Master's footsteps.
 
Zahl the executioner

He was not surprised when he heard the door open, he knew that she would not listen, which was a pity, he was looking forward to the food she was busy preparing. He came to the dueling grounds, it was situated just inside the walls and seated roughly two hundred people. He glared at the men who faced him, he knew that they did not like what they saw. He turned and fixed the sneaking Shaundi with a baleful stare,

"You. Over there."

He pointed at an empty seat close to the Magister, it was his seat and actually a huge honor to be given to anybody. There was a gasp at his words, then he bowed at the magister,

"Zahl you will defend your slave? Given that you die, she will be punished according to our laws?"

He nodded,

"Yes Magister and I want the guards to watch her closely, if she makes any move they are to restrain her. Just to make sure she does not dishonor our tradition since she is prone to following her own head."

"You will defend a murderer?"

Zahl turned to face the speaker, his blade sliding from it's sheath,

"Maybe you wish to be the blood offering we give the god Braca?"

The man stepped back and Zahl sheathed his sword again, there was a loud gong and a line of purple clad priests came marching into the arena, they carried a statue on a platform. The statue was placed down along with a brazier with coals, a carafe with blood gets poured into a basin and the blood spattered on the coals and then on the feet of the statue. A chant rises from the priests, growing louder and stronger until they stop, the sudden silence almost deafening, then from overhead a loud thunderclap sears through the sky. One of the priests raises his arms,

"Braca the wise has given his blessing, this trial may now begin."

The priests heft the statue and marches out again, taking the brazier with them. Zahl turned to face the accusers and to his grim surprise Daniv stood among them, it was clear that they were going to try and break him down through numbers, but what they did not understand was that this was to the death and he had no mercy...well maybe a little bit for Shaundi, but that was about it.

"Zahl are you ready?"

He nodded,

"Donovan are you ready?"

The man nodded,

"Then let the trial begin."
 
Shaundi should have known that Zahl would be able to spot her a mile away. She figured she would just sneak and blend into the crowd and if things didn't go well she would jump in. Except Zahl was having none of that. She heard his commands and jumped a foot in the air. She hurried to the seat he pointed knowing it was best not to piss him off. If she dishonored him he would be more angry than if he was cut down in the middle of battle. Except she couldn't bear it if he was cut down. Shaundi felt antsy especially when he gave specific orders for her to be restrained if need be.

Her head whipped around at the accuser and she narrowed her eyes ready to defend herself when again Zahl did it for her. She gulped, but stayed quiet. She would have words with him later. Shaundi had no clue what this blood offering was or this God Braca. She watched the ceremony like a hawk making sure that there was nothing amiss or to be used against her Zahl. She would be damn if this was all a set up.

Motherfuckers! Shaundi didn't like how there were so many against him. He was big, strong, hell she knew that from just earlier today; but this... this was a massacre. A slaughter. Shaundi thought she could handle the battle, but every cling of the blade and every cry from Zahl's lips had her sitting forward in her chair. There was one painful situation and Shaundi stood up just to be forced back down in her seat.

"Do not dishonor him so. He is a warrior you and you are his woman. He has given you one of the most esteemed seats in the house. He has honored you. Don't throw it in his face."

Shaundi turned and looked at her speaker. The Magister. "I will never dishonor him. I find it dishonorable that I cannot defend him in his time of need. I am his. His slave. Let me help him. Please." Shaundi turned back to Zahl and continued watching the raging war in the arena.
 
Zahl the executioner

The first attack was directly head-on, he parried and swiped, blood sprayed and the body collapsed to the ground. The remaining four was much more alert now, soon Zahl was hard pressed as four men tested his defenses. But he was not a veteran for nothing, every misstep they made scored them wounds, he of course picked up a few nicks along the way, but the blade that cut along his shoulder did hurt. He spared a glance towards Shaundi and noticed her talking to the Magister, obviously to join in. He spared a smile and then turned his attention back to the fight.

He wanted to save Daniv for last, he had been going easy on the rich lad and he was sure that a slight slip of hand could be seen as an accident. He met a thrust, shoved one blade aside and kicked Daniv in the stomach, grabbing the first attacker by the throat and stabbed the broadsword through his chest. He threw the convulsing body against the gasping Daniv and turned just in time to parry a cut at his neck.

"Not so fast neighbor,"

using all his strength he slashed downwards, driving the attacker's blade and his own into the man's chest, cutting open ribs, a lung and his heart. Then a fire burned along his back and he dropped his sword, turning to face Daniv.

"What in the world?"

Daniv began to back paddle with Zahl staring at him, he turned to face the Magister,

"Magister, do I follow your law and kill him?"

The Magister leaned forward a strange light in his eyes,

"He knew the risk Zahl, Braca has decided. You will face him and the victor is the winner."

Zahl rounded on Daniv, finally he got what he wanted.
 
Shaundi watched the fight and kept turning back to the man in charge. He wouldn't let her help him and heavens forgive her she was close to jumping in. That was until she saw the men start falling one by one. It wasn't that she didn't trust or believe that Zahl couldn't do it; it was that she hated sitting here and watching him die in her name. Plus if he did die she would be killed next. It made little sense to her that she couldn't fight too.

Shaundi recognized the little one. He was the one she had wanted to be with months earlier so she could escape this place. She wondered why he was here in the ring. Daniv's eyes flicked to her and she realized this was about her. Did the little one really want her that bad as to kill Zahl or was she just another strike that Zahl had caused making the man hate Zahl more and more. Shaundi wasn't sure she would find out as Zahl looked ready to kill.

The fight began and it was obvious Daniv was dancing to avoid confronting Zahl. Daniv pulled out a dagger and threw it. Zahl easily avoided it but Shaundi realized too late that the dagger wasn't meant for Zahl. It was meant for her and it sank true. It embedded itself deep into the upper part of her chest just missing her heart. The crowd roared with pleasure and anger. There were boos and some whistles. It hurt like hell, but Shaundi wanted to make Zahl proud. She reached with her right hand and pulled the blade out. Blood gushed in the air before oozing down her body. She pressed hard into the wound with her cloak to ease the blood flow before she threw the dagger into the ring at Zahl's feet. "Use his own dagger to kill him if you will, Master."

Shaundi sat down as though to finish watching the match. In reality she had lost much blood and would have fallen. She leaned forward stopping the sway of her body. She would watch this fucker die. Than she will die herself. Shaundi moved her hair forward masking how much blood was gushing with every beat of her heart. She wanted Zahl to focus, to live.
 
Zahl the executioner

Of course hurting Shaundi was the totally wrong move, zahl still felt to let the little weasel live, he did not really need to kill him according to the laws. With an angry growl he grabbed Daniv by the mask again, grabbing the wrist of the sword hand lashing out at him he twisted, the wrist snapped with an audible crack and Daniv screamed behind his mask. With a wrench of his forearm, Daniv's mask bent and blood poured out, cutting his scream short. Zahl threw Daniv on the ground and brought his boot down on the mask, crushing it completely and letting blood, brain and skull fly in all directions.

Five more men jumped over the railing and charged him, he grinned at them from behind his mask and picked up the dagger. They stopped and drew various weapons, the magister was on his feet, shouting above the din, nobody listened all eyes was on the center of the ring. Then they attacked. Zahl grabbed his sword from the body of the man as well and met the attack head-on. They were soldiers, they would have been able to pin him down if he was just a soldier, but he wasn't and they misjudged him. Soon all five of them lay dead on the ground and he was worse for wear, but alive.

"Braca have spoken! He have given the accusers in my hand, he have given the assassins in my hand! Is this not clear that the slave is innocent? Did she not survive an attack as well? The law has been followed to the letter."

Silence fell as his voice rang out, then murmurs of approval started to spread, Zahl knew that he needed rest, but looking at Shaundi he knew something was wrong, her face was too white and he knew that she had lost a lot of blood. The Magister noticed the look on Zahl's face and quickly ordered Shaundi to be taken away and looked after.
 
Shaundi was glad when that little fucker was killed. If he hadn't died today Shaundi would have seen him die another day but by her hand. "Zahl," Shaundi tried to cheer for him, but she ended up coughing and she felt phlegm in her mouth. She spit it out and there was blood. This wasn't good, but she refused to call attention to herself. Zahl had to focus. Shaundi looked at the cloak and it was a darker gray. It wasn't stopping the bleeding very well. She scrunched up more of the cloak and pressed it harder on her wound.

Shaundi almost screamed when she saw more men jump the barrier to get to Zahl. Pride grew when he killed each and every man. Shaundi sat back too weak to move. Her hand dropped from her chest unable to hold the wound anymore. She smiled hearing his voice carry over the crowd. Even the Magister couldn't do that. Only her Big One. Her big dark scary one.

The Magister ordered something and it didn't dawn on Shaundi until she felt hands grabbing her. "No! Not until Zahl is by my side. I will not go without him. I will not." Shaundi was roughly moved to her feet, but she pulled back and used the last of her energy to slap the man. "Don't fucking touch me. Only one man may lay hands on me." Than she passed out.
 
Zahl the executioner

He gave the customary thanks to the justice god and then after sheathing his sword he climbed over the barriers and moved to where Shaundi had passed out. The guard seemed ready to kill her, but Zahl gently pushed him aside and picked Shaundi up, she weighed nothing in his arms and that worried him.

"You seemed to have selected yourself a little wildcat master Zahl,"

Zahl gave the magister a bleak smile.

"Yes Magister, she has fire and that I like."

The magister nodded,

"I prefer them more pliable, but to each his own. Take her to my surgeons Zahl, she deserves the best treatment that we can offer."

Zahl bowed his head out of respect and thanks, then he walked away from the arena with Shaundi still in his arms.
 
Shaundi awoke in a stark, bleak, black room. She glanced around, but there were lights shining on her so she couldn't see much. Her chest hurt like hell and she moaned feeling the pain. "Am I dead?" She was speaking more to herself than to anyone. She truly believed she was in purgatory or hell for her actions. Why else would she be in a light sucking room? She sat up and heard footsteps, but they were just the demons coming now that she was awake.

The sheet fell and Shaundi was wearing a dark gray gown. "Where the hell are my clothes?" They were folded on a table. She found her sheathed sword and picked it up just as the door opened.

"Get back on the table."

Shaundi arched a brow. These demons were wearing masks. Maybe she wasn't dead. "NO."

The first guard came at her and she easily side stepped and thrust her sheathed sword into his stomach. He fell over gasping for breath. The second one glanced at his partner and then gingerly came inside. Shaundi attacked first slamming the hilt of her sword into his face. He rolled with the blow and came back with one of his fists. Shaundi managed to step back causing the blow to just graze her cheek.

"Where am I?"

"I don't take orders from slaves."

Shaundi turned and roundhouse kicked him sending his head crashing into the wall. "Prick." Shaundi stepped out into the corridor. She hadn't taken 3 steps when 3 guards blocked her way. "What the fuck? Is today 'fuck with Shaundi' day?"

One of the guards sneered. Obviously he was thinking of fucking Shaundi and that's not what she meant. She rolled her eyes. "Where's Zahl? Where's my Master or so help me I'm killing everyone in this fucking facility!"
 
Zahl the executioner

He heard her and sighed, why did she always seem to walk into trouble no matter where she went? He came from the guard room where he was talking to the captain and strode down the hallway, his boots echoeing down the hallway. Like death approaching, inevidable. The guards stopped when he came into view and one actually had the decency to stand aside, the other two looked challenging at him. That would not do, the executioner was to be feared, not challenged. He drew within reach and his hands snapped out faster than the blink of an eye, with a careless shove he sent them crashing into the wall on either side. The other guard looked at the crumpled forms of his comrades and swallowed, Zahl fixed him with a stare and the guard fled. He turned towards Shaundi and crossed his arms over his chest, of course the wounds hurt like hell, but he had things to discuss.

"You deliberately disobeyed me, I should whip you. Do you have any good reason why that should not happen?"
 
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