Prisoner of War (Closed)

[Sialea]

For the over a century the great war had divided the people and the lands of Aerith. They called it the War of Brothers, for it was by the hands of two brothers that destruction came to all.

Like so many others before them the disagreement had been started over a birth right and land, such as it always seemed to be. And like so many others of her country, Sialea had enlisted her services to the cause her Lord... and Father fought for.

Born from elven descent, Sialea posessed an understanding of nature and her surroundings that most Humans did not. This made her a valuable asset as a tracker and messenger, as she could move almost undetected across the lines of the enemy.

But on this particular day, her mission was especially important, as she'd been charged with retrieving medical supplies which they were currently experiencing a shortage of. The package had been where it was supposed to be, and retriving it had taken minimal effort.

It was getting back across the lines to safety that was going to cause a problem, as the latest caravan of troops and officers had just arrived and blocked her route home.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

William Futuere had been riding for some time now, the head of a calvary that was taking part in troops movements meant to solidify the front lines in the battle for Aerith. The war thusfar had been bitter, prisoners that had been taking on both sides were frequently tortured for whatever information they might have, then killed soon after talking. But not, of course, before given the hope that they'd be released. Trying to demoralize the other side through various practices - torture, rape, pillage, the list went on - was common for both sides, although Futuere and his fellow soldiers on the Septentrio were especially ruthless. It was almost as if they took pleasure in the pain they inflicted on their enemies.

The smell of smoke began to fill the air as the approached the front lines, William's nostrils flaring much like those of the horse he rode as they thundered toward the battle field, fresh off a short rest to regain their strength. Truth be told, the tall, black haired soldier was far more comfortable on the battle field, being a soldier than he was resting and being serviced by the girls provided to the soldiers who were back on a short leave. Sure, they were all skilled in their craft, each with their own specific traits or talents... and yes, a part of him did miss the girl, whatever her name was, that seemed to spend hours with her head in his lap and her full, warm lips wrapped around him. He might just request her again when he returned. But here, amid the smoke and destruction, amid the fleeing peasants and clashing swords was where he belonged.

As the calvary group raced to reach the rest of the caravan that had left ahead of them, they came to the final stream they had to cross... and discovered that the overnight rains had turned it into something entirely. The slow moving little stream they'd crossed numerous times was now a rather fast moving little river, and many of the horses were rather reluctant to cross it. Frustrated with them and their suddenly slowed pace, Futuere wheeled his horse around and ordered the other riders to follow as they moved off through the woods, running almost parallel with the front lines now as they searched for a way around the strong current of water.

A flash of color - of the wrong colors, in fact - caught the corner of his eye and Futuere changed direction suddenly. With a hand gesture, the rest of the group broke into thirds and began making their way around in a circle to meet Futuere on the other side. And it was then that, caught in the middle of their group, William Futuere found himself face-to-face with a Meridianus girl on the wrong side of the line.

 

[Sialea]

The journey across the lines of the enemy had been an easy one, with little trouble, but the distance of it had eventually taken its toll on Sialea. As a horse would have attracted unwanted attention, the majority of the journey had to be taken on foot, which left hers aching by the end of the second day.

She'd onlyed stopped for a moment, close to where the river bottle necked, making it easier for her to cross. Away from any of the main bridges, Sialea had only stopped for a second... for just a moment. Even elves get tired.

But that was all the time they'd needed and suddenly Sialea found herself surrounded in seconds by the Septentrio.

Her face hidden by her cloak, the only revealing factor of her form was her obvious anatomy. She didn't move for her weapons, such would have been pointless in a mob of this size. Remaining very still, she watches the movements of the Captain, until her hood is ripped back from her head... revealing her features to the others.

Light skin, dark hair, and slender pointed ears.

Some of them were surprised. Elves were a rare breed here since the war begun, and females, even more so...

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

Futuere sent one of his men forward to pull back her hood, wanting to see the face of the woman who would dare cross into their territory and walk about as if this were free land. His eyes widened a bit as the face of an elven woman, something he'd seen only a handful of times in his life, was revealed to him.

"Well well, gentlemen. Look what we have here!" William spoke as he dismounted his horse, the metal of his gear clinking together when he hit the ground. Three others dismounted when he did, all of them moving forward to check the girl for weapons, and not one of them did it kindly. And of course all took their time to make sure the swell of her breasts didn't conceal any weapons as well. Futuere waited patiently by his horse while the girl was searched and any weapons removed before moving forward, small twigs and branches cracking under his heavy steps.

"An elf. An honest to goodness elven bitch." He stopped close to where she stood and reached out, his fingers taking a handful of her hair and pulling it back, so her face was turned up toward his. "You're a very long way from home, little girl. There are all kinds of bad men lurking in this forest, just waiting to get ahold of a little morsel like yourself." His eyes left her and he looked around at his men, his voice rising so all could hear. "It would only be the honorable thing to take her into our care..." his eyes descended back to her face again as he finished, "...so we make sure nothing bad happens to our lost little girl here, wouldn't it boys?"

"Aye, sir!" came the reply from all in unison.

"Aye indeed," he said to her. "You see... we wouldn't want any of those... terrible things that you hear told about 'round the campfire happening to you now, would we? That just wouldn't be good at all..." He released her hair then and turned away from her, calling out to his men again as he walked back to his horse. "Bind her! We'll make camp here for the night."

 

[Sialea]

Sialea's features remained hard and emotionless. Even as his men pulled, pinched and groped at her body, she never once flinched. She would not give them the satisfaction.

But they did find weapons. Daggers were strapped across her calves, upper arms, and the small of her back. A short sword of mithril, hung at her hip, and in her backpack was the medicine she'd acquired. William would no doubt recognize the seal of the Septentrio, but the question still remained about their origin. Were these stolen or given?

Also in her back they would find a change or two of clothing, among other sundries. A dress of blue velvet, embellished with tiny silver dragons, and a tabard of her colors bright with the the star of Meridia. This was obviously no low-ranking spy.

As he yanked back her head, pulling her hair, his eyes met her own. A striking shade of violet, they watched him carefully.

There was more to this one than met the eyes, but she wasn't about to show them just yet. Sialea felt that perhaps there was more she could learn from them. More information that could potentially be used for good for her side.

Perhaps her over confidence would be her undoing, but only time would tell.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

The men began to make quick work of setting up tents for the night, and one of the lower ranking was sent on ahead with his horse to inform the commander at the front where they'd be staying for the night.

And why.

Darkness was quickly falling on the woods, the lessening light further filtered out by the overhead canopy of the trees. The air was beginning to be chilly, and soon torches were set up around the circle they'd set up for protection to give them light, with one larger fire in the center of the circle for warmth. For her part, Sialea was taken to the larger tent, which belonged to William, and rather unceremoniously stripped of her clothing, then tied to the center post. As the men undressed and bound her they took their liberties with her body, pinching her nipples, slapping her ass with the gloved hands, running their fingers between her thighs, worrying little about being gentle with her.

Once Futuere had seen that they were set up for the night, he placed one of his men in charge and retired to his tent early. It was, of course, going to be a long, and perhaps strenuous night.

"Ah," he said upon stepping inside and finding her naked and bound to the wooden tent post, "I see they've taken good care of you. Comfortable? Anything I can get for you?" he asked as he removed his gloves.

 

[Paper Flowers]

Night was falling fast, and the eyes of the elf looked hopefully to the woods, one last time before they took her away. However, they saw nothing. The woods offered her no words or voice, no signs of anyone lurking that might be able to help. It would seem that she was on her own.

As they stripped her of clothing, she came to life with a fire that none had likely seen in a female. Scratching, gouging, and biting every inch of skin she could get in contact with.

No they were not gentle with her, but then she hadn't left a one of them unmarked in some way. Their numbers had been their only reason for victory.

When the Captain entered, she lifted her chin slightly, looking up at him. And for the first time? Sialea spoke.

It was a quiet voice, as one might have expected, like the the wind rushing through a grove of willows. "I'm cold. If you could give me my dress, Captain." Even in her state, she used titles. Recognition, for rank, regardless of side was obviously ingrained in her from the beginning. "You'll find it inside my pack. Inspect it if you wish, there is nothing that would allow my escape."

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

He paused, one glove off and the other halfway there, and turned his eyes back to her, ignoring her nakedness for a moment to look into her face. Either the elven girl was brave, or she was stupid. Suddenly, he truly wasn't sure which it was. Shaking his head slightly, silently, he took the other glove fully off and set them on a small table that had been set up for him. Next was his riding coat, which he draped over the back of a chair that sat before the table. Pulling the chair out then, he turned it so it was facing her and lowered himself into it.

He sat in silence for a moment before looking at her, his head shaking slightly again as he spoke, "I'm almost tempted to actually give it to you, just for being brave enough - or dumb enough - to ask. But of course, we both know that isn't going to happen. I don't know... perhaps you thought we were just doing this," and he waved his hand towards her naked, bound body, "to make sure you weren't carrying weapons or something, but," he shrugged and rose from the chair, moving closer to her as he continued, "let me assure you, it is for reasons far deeper than that."

He reached out towards her then, fingers outstretched, moving towards her body, and then he stopped when they were but a hair's width away from her body, "Oh... I almost forgot." Dropping his hand, he turned away from her and walked back towards the tent entrance, making sure the flaps were securely closed. Once done, he turned back towards her.

"There we go. Now where were we?" he seemed to ask her, although he waited for no answer before it seemed as if he remembered and nodded, "Ah yes..."

With no shred of hesitation now, he crossed the short distance between them again and seized both of her bare nipples between his fingers, roughly pinching and holding them as his face moved close to hers, his cheek rough against hers as he whispered in her ear, "My dear, I'm afraid this is for far more than simply our safety."

 

[Paper Flowers]

As she listened to him, there was a growing sense of dread that began to build in her gut. Her assumption that they had stripped her to clear her of any weaponry, had been a wrong one.

With his fingers outstretched and moving towards her, Sialea found herself trying to shift her body away from him.

But then he turned away, and for a moment there was small breath of a relieved sigh. One that came call to soon apparently, as the Captain was right back on track after seeing the door was secure.

As warm fingers grabbed and pinched at tender flesh, Sialea wouldn't be able to hold onto her her stoic visage as an actual expressiong broke across her face. Squinting her eyes, she sucked in a sharp breath, a mix of shock and extreme discomfort. Followed by a slight cry, more of surprise than pain.

Her skin, he would feel as his cheek brushed against it, was as smooth as fired porcelin....

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

He felt her cheek move as her face finally showed some emotion, his vice-grip on her nipples certainly having something to do with that. For his own part, he smiled slightly as he pulled his face back to look down into her eyes again, and instead of pulling away his fingers began to slowly roll both nipples between them, not releasing a bit of pressure as he did.

"It's okay, girl. We both knew you weren't going to keep this up for long. Sometimes it's better to accept your fate, and just ride it out. All things end sooner or later, no?"

After asking this question, he pulled back with both hands, tugging on her nipples until they slipped suddenly, finally from between his fingers, both of them now rather red, hard, and a little swollen from being roughly handled. He held her in his gaze still as he spoke again, "I wonder if elven women react to that the same way human women do?" And then he slid his index finger between his lips, wetting it for a moment before removing it, and his hand slid down between their bodies and then between her legs, and he began to push it between the lips of her pussy, clearly worrying little about how gentle he was with her.

 

[Paper Flowers]

Her eyes, he would discover, were violet. As he rolled the sensitive nubs between his fingers, Sialea let out another groan of protest, her pettie frame doubling over slightly in disagreement to his manner of roughness.

"And what exactly is my fate, Captain?" She looked up at him, letting out a small sigh of relief as he pulled his hands away from her. She was aching, and there was even a slight tint of purple to her skin, where he'd actually bruised her.

She was strong, but she was delicate. As he sucked his finger inbetween his lips, Sialea almost dared to ask him what he was talking about. But before another though could cross her mind, she felt him ramming his finger up inside of her.

There was resistance, and when he met it... Sialea cried out sharply, her eyes looking up to him as her cheeks flushed. "You... you hurt me." She whispered. The shock and sadness behind her voice was almost that of mourning. As if he'd just stabbed her or wounded her mortally, clearly Elven women did -not- react in the same manner.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

She was tight around his finger.. very, very tight in fact, and he had to admit that her reaction surprised him a bit. But not completely. The girl had shown rather quickly that she didn't plan to show her true reaction to what was going on to her and around her, and he didn't expect this to be any different. Either way, he wasn't about to let her stop him from taking what he wanted.

His finger inside her still, he began to move it slowly, never letting it fully leave her pussy, his eyes constantly on her face, watching her, his expression containing no kindness. "Hurt you? Oh, this is nothing. Girl, you should get the idea that this is hurting you out of your head right now...... or this night is going to be rather unpleasant for you. As for your fate..." he sank his finger fully into her again, holding it there as he spoke to her, "Your fate is whatever I decide it is. Surely you've figured that much out by now."

 

[Paper Flowers]

She was shocked. Surprised that her body was being treated in such a manner, specially when in her culture it was considered and often revered with such sacredness.

Her body held his finger almost like a second skin. She was tight, almost too tight; and she was dry. But the more he moved, the more he would feel her stretch, as her body accommdated the harsh invasion. The dull ache slowly began to throb, and as he sank the full length of his finger into her, Sialea gasped. Hard to tell from what, but the reaction, no doubt would please him.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

Futuere's lips curled upwards slightly at the gasp, and a brow arched over one dark eye as he looked into her face. "If this," he said, rotating his finger inside her quickly, "Is a shock to your senses, my little prisoner, then the rest of this night will be very... eye-opening for you."

His finger moved inside her again, drawing out before pushing once more into her up to the knuckle. His other hand reached into the back of his belt and withdrew a small, silver dagger, which gleamed in the lamplight. He held it up between them, turning it a bit so the light fully flashed over the bright, smooth surface of the blade. Then, pressing the tip between her breasts just hard enough to cause a dimple without actually breaking the skin, he spoke again, "Of course, if you would prefer to take the hard way out, we could do that too..."

 

[Paper Flowers]

The shock was still clear as the dawn across my visage. Right now I was keenly aware of everything, and I most certainly did not miss the look on his face as that dark brow raised at me, making me feel as if I was the one that signed the seal to my doom.

His finger inside me hurt feeling about as comfortable as a dry sponge against my skin. When he moved it in steady circles, I felt a part of me ... giving away to him, and I fought against it. Tightening myself in resistance to him with a firm cry.

His words were dull to my ears, not that it was exactly easy to focus on thought. But the flash of silver that caught my eye... and then pressed into my delicate skin was more than enough to draw my full attention to him.

I had a choice? Not that there was ever much of one in these situations, but they liked to make the captured feel as if there were.

"Kill me." My words are soft, but true spoken. I would rather die than endure more of this.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

Futuere's brows rose in mock surprise. Of course she'd say that - they all said that - but both of them, as well as all that had come before her and all that would come after, knew that what they said didn't really matter. If he wanted to kill them, he would kill them. If he wanted them to scream, or be silent, or tell him that they really did want to be caught and treated like a whore, eventually they would. He had yet to have someone fail to follow his wishes. Oh certainly some did it with more reluctance than others, but eventually they all fell in line. And this one would be no different.

"Death, you say?" He shrugged, stepping over so he stood to the side of her. Pulling the point of the blade from her skin, he moved it up towards her throat, and then pulled it across in a sharp, quick motion, the harmless flat of the knife sliding over her skin. He let out a quiet laugh and leaned close to her naked body, his lips near her ear as he whispered, "But my dear... I'm not nearly done with you yet. It'd be a shame for all this effort to go to waste, wouldn't it?"

He moved away from her without waiting for an answer... it was a rhetorical question, after all... and called out loudly as he did, "Connor! Jorgen!"

A moment later two of his men entered and went to her without a word to her or Futuere. Untying her hands from the post, they each took an arm and carried her to the back of the tent where a small, waist-high table stood. They bent her over the table, her nipples pressed against the rough wood, and tied longer ropes around each ankle. The ropes were then looped around the nearest table leg, and then from there stretched under the table to the far side and over, each end tying around a wrist, effectively bounding her to the table and, with her legs spread, exposing her to him completely.

Still without a word, the men left the tent, passing Futuere as he patiently undressed, his boots already off and his shirt neatly folded across the back of the chair. Eventually he'd stripped from the rest of his clothes and then moved towards the back of the tent where she was bound, his eyes freely and openly roaming over her exposed, open body as he did.

"See now, isn't that better?"

 

[Paper Flowers]

Futuere's assumptions were likely correction on point, except for one... Sialea. She wasn't like the other women he had indulged himself with. He would find that elven women, or at least this one was sound in her resolve. "My voice was clear and unwavering." Sialea looked up at him, violet eyes regarding him carefully. His other words left her shaken to the core, but she refused to show him that fear.

Well at least until he barked the names of the other, whose mere appearance almost set her into a frenzy. The moment they laid their hands on her, she struggled with as much strength as she could muster. But with two of them and their size, she was little to no match for them both. They did little more than laugh at her efforts.

Pressed into a the wooden table, tears of shame streamed down her cheeks collecting in pools as they spread her body for full exposure.

"No. It is worse." And then moment she caught sight of him... Sialea closed her eyes. Not wishing to look upon him at all.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

He chuckled quietly as she actually replied to him, drifting still closer to her. "Oh, I didn't actually want you to reply. That was rhetorical, my dear. But, still, you shouldn't worry. Things can only get better from here, of course." His eyes only flickered to her face for a moment as he spoke, but quickly returned to her curved ass and exposed pussy. His fingers were wrapped around his thick cock, and he was slowly stroking himself as he looked at her, growing harder with each passing second.

It was only another moment before he was standing behind her. He reached one hand out, sliding it over her ass and to one hip, and with his fingers still wrapped around his cock, he rubbed the fat head back and forth over the lips of her pussy. His gaze bounced up to her face again and he saw the tears on her cheeks. Shaking his head slightly, he spoke as he continued to move himself against her, slowly working his way between her lips.

"You should really be honored, you know. I've never had an elven woman before. You get to be my first."

 

[Paper Flowers]

As his fingers slid across her skin, Sialea let loose a string of words unknown to him, but by their tone, Futuere could guess their meanings.

For him however Sialea's skin felt like it was the purest silk stretched across her lithe frame. It had been unmarred, untouched even until now. And the feeling him doing such now made her almost faint. Not from any sort of tremendous pleasure, that such touches would have certainly brought to another...

But more from the feeling of absolute nauseum.

"Honored? Why? Your ignorance was evident the moment you laid your hands on me. You have never had one of us.Had you, then you'd have know we are not like human females."

There was a shaken breath., as she dared to open her eyes, to look over her shoulder at him. "What do you hope to gain by doing this?"