Royal Desires (Open)

[fae_bella]

Seras had heard the rumors about the royal family... that they were all driven only by their hormones and obsessed with all things sex.... that they sent their guards to arrest villagers for unusual crimes, using the prisoners as their own sex slaves to satisfy their carnal desires.
But she didn't believe any of it. During her 19 years, the king had created only peace and prosperity in their land... she couldn't imagine such a wonderful beloved ruler and his line ever doing such terrible things!

She frowned as she walked through the village square, hearing yet another group of whispers coming from behind one of the shops. More terrible lies about the King. Shame on them..., she thought, shaking her head as she headed home.
Her father wasn't there when she arrived, so she set to starting dinner for him. She was setting the pot in the fire when a loud hard knock sounded on the door, spooking her and causing her to spill the water onto the floor. "Oh! Ahhh- Oh, no... A moment, please!" She grabbed up some rags, mopping up the mess as the knock came again. "Yes, yes, I hear you- Please, a moment!"

"OPEN UP IN THERE!," A stern voice barked; the king's Captain of the Guard. "You are accused of treason!"
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Name: Seras
Age: 19
Appearance: (see attached)
Her mother died when she was a child, her father is a farmer. She's a bit niave, and quite shy.


((PLEASE NOTE- All characters are open for play. However, if you are interested in a member of the Royal Family, please PM me first with a char background and a sample post. Other chars needed would be guards, other prisoners, castle attendants... If you have anything else in mind, feel free to ask!))

 

[fae_bella]

(...bump..?)

 

[ManOSafety]

Rurik

"Open up in there, you are accused of treason."

Rurik bangs on the door again, becoming angrier at the delay. As the captain of the guard he is accustomed to immediate obedience, plus he knows that the Queen herself has requested the arrest of this farmer. If he does not return with him soon, his head might be at risk.

With a growl, he looks to his men, "Sergeant, go around back and make sure no one is trying to flee that way."

"You," he says with a point at one of his men, "Get ready to knock this door down."


OOC:

Rurik
Captain of the King's Guard
38 years old
6'2"
220 muscular pounds
Long brown hair
Long brown beard
Wearing armor, carrying several knives, an axe, and a mace

 

[fae_bella]

*Treason?!*
Seras opened the door, her eyes wide as she shook her head. "There must be some mistake-! My father and I have never done anything wrong!" She swallowed hard as she saw the Captian's stern face, as well as the men circling the house. Ohh- where was her father? He'd know what to do...
"Please, sir, there has to be a mistake..." Her voice was shaking as she saw the weapons he carried. "Please don't hurt my father. I-I'd do anything to keep him safe..."

 

[ManOSafety]

Rurik

Rurik scowls at the young girl with the wide eyes, he's seen her type around and is pleased to see that she's wise enough to fear him and his men.

"There is no mistake, I have been sent to arrest your father on charges of treason, no where is he? Don't make the mistake of trying to hide him, you seem like a smart young woman."

He pushes his way past her and through the doorway, starting to look around the small cottage. He doesn't see another person at first glance, but has learned that does not necessarily mean anything.

 

[fae_bella]

"Uh-" Seras stepped aside as he shoved his way in, shaking her head again as she held the cloth she had been cleaning with to her chest. "No, I swear... He hasn't done anything! I- I don't know where he is. At the market, I think-" She just stood there, watching blankly as he stormed through the cottage, searching for her father. "M-Maybe one of the neighbor's cottages- Please..."

 

[fae_bella]

((NOTE- We've got 3 Princes lined up. Still looking for a King and Queen, maybe a Princess(?), as well as some other prisoners.))

 

[And 1]

OOC Thanks to fae bella for letting me join

IC
Name Prince Andrew
Age 24
Eyes Blue
Hair Brown
Height 5'8

Background One of the kings children,just returned from a millatry Campagin and is looking for a sex slave to satisfy his desiere's.

Andrew locked out from the castle walls.He waited for the guards to return with a female or two to satisfy his needs.He had returned victories from putting down a possible inavasion from his farther's enemies in the north.And after all the pomp and cermoney of his return craved nothing more than the touch of a women to satisfy the raging passion forming in his heart.He turned and headed back to his room wondering what was taking the guards so long,his desiere couldn't wait for much longer.

 

[ManOSafety]

Rurik

Frustrated when he doesn't find the man he's looking for, Rurik begins to tear the small cottage apart. He throws things off of the small table, overturns what little furniture they have. "Where is he?"

To be honest, he knows the man will turn up sometime and will be taken to the Queen, but he doesn't want to return to the Queen empty handed either.

Turning, he looks back at the girl, she has a nice body to her, a nice curve to her hip and to her breast, she does seem fresh and unspoiled, the type of girl the Queen has taken a liking to in the past, perhaps she will do.

Grabbing her by the arm, he hears the sound of cloth ripping, "You then, you're coming with me, you can answer to the Queen."

 

[flithymind]

Name: Prince Darak
Picture: Darak
Background: The king's eldest son, he's already bored knowing he has so much to inherit. Nothing in life is a challenge for him. A master swordsman, good-looking and hugely wealthy he can have anything he wants - and does.

So he looks to entertain himself, by pushing new boundaries each time... as he does with the girls he plucks from the village for his own amusement... before throwing them to his men to ravage.
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Darak sighed... looking out on another boringly similar day. Twisting his small throwing dagger around his fingers in a series of pirouets. He tossed the blade onto the windowsill - even that wasn't a challenge any more.

His attention was drawn down to the village in the middle distance. He could see Rurik leading his troop through the village, scattering scared villagers everywhere. He chuckled, watching - he loved the charade they put up every time. "Treason!" was the usual shout. Half the villagers didn't know what it meant and the other half were guilty as Hell - and why not? His family were all self-serving animals and he knew it, heck he was proud of it.

They had been born into this, was it their fault God had chosen them? And God had obviously chosen them, the village folk, to be subservient. Well, even if he hadn't Darak would make them so.

His interest peaked, he watched on, intruiged... wondering what Rurik would bring back today - some bolshy man who needed breaking down, torturing and killing... some upstart who thought he could take on the Prince in one-on-one combat... or, better yet, some wench to play with.

 

[fae_bella]

Seras hung back as he explored the house, giving a scared yelp as he flipped the table and shivering. "Please, stop-!," She begged, shaking her head as she continued to spout words of her father's innocence. "I don't know where he is, he left before sunrise... I- I was still in bed and-"
She paled as he stared at her, something seeming to be turning in his mind... Another surprised squeek came from her as he snatched her arm. "Wh-what?!" She tried to pull away, instead ripping her dress from his grip as he yanked her out the door. She dropped down on her knees in front of his horse, shivering. "If- If I go with you, please... leave my father alone. I'll do anything to get his name cleared. Please..."

 

[Scabbers]

Name: Akahige, the Jailer
Picture: Akahige
Physical Characteristics:5'7'', 150 lbs, Brown Hair & Eyes, Reddish Beard, Age: 45
Background: Akahige acts as Chief Jailer, but is actually a prisoner. He was a fierce warrior, captured by the old King and taken prisoner; in his shame, he learned to serve his new master (and mistress). He is brutal, crude and lusty, but his spirit is broken. He has full run of the castle and dungeon (and the other prisoners)...he has everything but his freedom. The only release for the rage Akahige feels at his imprisonment is training the sex slaves for the Royal Family.

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"A new one on the way, Master Akahige," said a page entering the cramped room the Chief Jailer occupied adjacent to the dungeon.

"Which one of the royal brats is this one for?" he grumbled.

"I don't know, Master. Since young Prince Andrew has returned, he hasn't had a woman, though Prince Darak has not had any fresh meat in a while either. Lord Rurik told me to inform you."

"Very well, make the preparations," the old Jailer commanded. He wondered if this one would be a virgin. Virgins were so much work. And she was probably a peasant, a filthy guttersnipe who would need scrubbing and shaving. As the page was lighting torches in the dungeon and laying out the shackles, Akahige sharpened his razor on the leather strop he wore from his sash.

 

[fae_bella]

Seras sat on the back of the horse, her hands bound before her as stared at the castle coming into view. She shivered, trying to keep calm.. there was an easy explination. Maybe someone misunderstood something said by her father- and most people confused her father for a few of the other farmers in the village- yes, that was it. She could clear his name....

She eyed the group of people that met them at the gate, now even more frightened as they yanked her down from the horse. "Let go of me!," She yelped, tugging free of their grabbing hands and glaring back to the Captain of the guard. "You said I was here to see the Queen... who are these people? Get away from me!" She backed away from them, oblivious to if anyone was actually behind her.

 

[ManOSafety]

Rurik

Rurik draws back a hand, about to backhand the girl, she's done nothing but yammer on and on about her father's innocence, about her plans to clear his name on the ride to the Keep and he is tired of it. But, then he remembers what happened the last time a guard struck a victim intended for the queen and thinks better of it.

"Shut up will you?" he growls instead, letting his hand down. Grabbing her by the elbow again, he pushes his way past the guards and workers through the doorway to the cells, looking for Akahige.

"Akahige!" He bellows again, "a new one for the Queen."

 

[Scabbers]

"Yes, my Lord Rurik, I hear you," growled Akahige comtempuously. So this one is for the Queen herself; pity, she's a pretty thing. If she were destined for one that She-devil's spawn, it would only be physical abuse in her future. Pity. "She'll be made ready for Her Majesty," he barked to the Captain.

Akahige takes her bound wrists in his fist, and brings Seras into the dungeon. Her protests are indecypherable between the cries and moans, not that it would make any difference if he did understand. Akahige's role was not judge or juror, merely executioner of the Royal Court's decrees. He dragged her along but not too roughly, as the Queen prefered her fruit without blemish. When they got to the dungeon, in the heart of the keep, Akahige raised her arms above her head, and hitched the ropes to an iron hook suspended from the ceiling.

"Make a bath ready for this one," the told his page, "and I'll strip her."

Pity, he thought.

 

[fae_bella]

Seras stared at the man as he slipped her bound hands over the hook, shivering still as she tried to pull away fom him. "What're you doing? Let go! I'm-I'm just supposed to see the Queen, not- not this! I didn't do anything, this is insane! Please, stop, let me go!"
She kicked at one of the hands that snatched at her leg, glaring to the man the Captain had referred to as Akahige. "Strip me?! You're not taking my dress-!"

 

[Scabbers]

"Silence, wench!" Akahige bellowed. "You can't 'appear' before Her Majesty looking like the guttersnipe you are, dressed in rags."

Standing behind her, Akahige grabbed hold of the hem of her peasant tunic in his rough hands, and rent the fabric in two, exposing the girl's naked flesh.

"You're a very 'lucky' creature, being selected to serve the Queen. But first you must be prepared."

As he turned the girl to face him, his eyes fixed on the triangle of dark hair between her legs. He groaned.

"My work is never done," he muttered to himself, and the, to the page, "Is that bath ready yet, you cur? This one is going to need a shave as well."

 

[And 1]

Prince Andrew had watched as Rurik had brought a young women into the castle,he gathered that he was taking her down to Akhige in the dungeons for her training and preperation.

He turned from his watching place and headed down towards the dungeon,he could hear the two men talking about what was to happen to the girl.Andrew frowned when he heard that the Queen would get the new girl for her own use,he purposely walked into the dunegon.

"Akhige I would like a word with you" he commanded without looking at the girl,the jailer scowled and walked towards the young prince."I was wondering if you had any young ladies that i could have to satisfy my pleasure",Andrew listened to the man in front of him mumble a reply."Well unless my eyes decive my Akhige there is a young lady there and since my Mother has already a number of slaves to satisfy her perhaps this one can be lent to me" the prince smiled,he didn't want to scare the girl but it had been too long since he had experinced the pleasure she would give him.

 

[fae_bella]

Seras gave another shriek as he ripped the remained of her dress off, trying to hide her body as best she could, but wasn't able to do that very well... Her eyes widened as he snapped at the page. "Shave?"

She stood there as another man took Akahige's attention, trying to catch some of their exchange as they walked away- but her own attention was taken as the page started to wash at her with a cloth. "Stop that! Get- get away from me!" She tried to kick at him again, but he grabbed her foot and started to wash that as well. "Let GO! I can bathe myself!"

 

[Scabbers]

"I beg a thousand forgivenesses, my young Lord," Akahige said apologetically, "but my Mistress your Mother would have me flayed alive. I'm sure there are some courtesans...

"Oh, for the love of the gods!" he bellowed. "Odo!"

Akahige strode across the room and kicked the page to the cold flag floor, sending the soapy sponge sailing into the wall.

"What in the name of 魔界 (makai) are you trying to do! Get that barrel, now!"

Little Odo limped into another room, more embarrassed at the predicament of this lovely naked girl than hurt by the brutish boot of his master. Akahige grabbed the girl around the waist and hoisted her off her feet, clasping her to his hip like a sack of grain, non-plussed by her sobs and screams. "Bring me that cask, you son-of-a-whore!"

This bitch is already too much trouble, he thought. First I have to bathe and shave it, now I have to deal with his royal dolt and his libidinous fever and top it off with a half-lame, half-wit oaf for an assistant. He turned back to Prince Andrew.

"My Lord," he said, "forget this bit of tripe. There's a serving wench in the kitchen who can suck the gilding from a king's scepter. I'll fetch her. She'll be more than happy to serve you in your room than the crowd at this evening's banquet."

Odo came back into the room, struggling to push a barrow with a large oaken cask, half-filled with steaming water. He struggled to position it under the hook in the ceiling, and no sooner than it was lowered in place, Akahige plunged the girl into the soup.

 

[fae_bella]

"Grnn- Let go of me!" Seras tried to thrash away from the man, but his grip was strong... She glanced over to see the second man he was talking to. Her eyes widened as she saw the prince, giving a soft gasp and quickly looking away, ashamed to be seen like this by someone in the Royal family. She hadn't even realized what the two men had been talking about...
It had just began to sink in to her what they had been referring to when Arahige plunked her into the water, a sudden shock to her system. "Gah!!" It was incredibly hot! Still, at least now her body was better hidden fom the prince's view, though her cheeks still held an embarrassed blush from him seeing her nude.

 

[Scabbers]

Akahige grabbed a coarse brush and lathered it with a clump of tallow soap. The girl's hand were still bound above her slung over the hook which hung from the ceiling. He filled a small wooden scoop with hot water from the cask and poured it over her head, then went at her with the brush. He chuckled to himself as he set about his work: I don't know if she's red from the heat of the water or embarrassment. Either way, this brush will bring out the blush on the rose.

"Retire to your chamber, my Lord; I'll send up the wench presently."

To Odo, he barked, "Fetch Saffira. Tell her His Highness Prince Andrew will take his 'meal' in his room."

Odo limped away through a door into the scullery.

"And as for you, wench," he addressed the girl directly for the first time, "prepare to meet your Queen."

Akahige deftly unhitched the girl's wrists and plunged her head under the water. She came up gasping as he pulled her from the tub and laid her down on a large, rough table in the center of the room. Though she began struggling once she'd caught her breath, he again hooked her bonds to a peg located at the head of the table. Grabbing an ankle in one hand and taking a leather thong from his belt with the other, he bound the girl's leg to the table's. When he did the same with the other, she lay there thrashing about.

"Be still, peasant," he said, more calmly now, picking up his razor again. "Don't move if you want to keep that pretty flesh of yours. I only mean to remove that mess of hair from between your legs, not the sex itself." Akahige placed the straight razor beside her and fetched a bowl of lather with a fine-bristled brush in it. He applied the lather to her pubis, and noticed her protruding labia. "You'll be 'clean as a whistle' in a few minutes--I'm very experienced at this work. Just don't move."

 

[fae_bella]

Seras sputtered as he pulled her up from under the water, coughing a bit as he plunked her onto the table. Once she realized what was going on, she panicked, trying to pull away from him as he began to tie her down. She froze as she saw the razor, afraid of what he might do with it... His words calmed her a bit, but not much to really soothe her.
She shivered as he passed the brush over her, trying to hold still as he began to use the sharp edge of the razor. "I'm- I'm not here to speak with the Queen, am I...," She asked softly, her eyes closed to avoid seeing what it was he was doing. She was humiliated enough... Watching him would only make her feel far worse.


((OOC- We still don't have a queen.... And anyone peeking in interested in Saffira to keep Andrew company?))

 

[Scabbers]

The blade of Akahige, of a finer steel than ever was known in these lands, gently scraped the downy flesh of Seras' mons.

"'Speak with the Queen' eh?" he said, almost absent-mindly. "She'll know your tongue ere the night is out, I fancy."

 

[And 1]

Andrew turned and left Akahige to his work with the young women,he was annoyed that his mother would be getting the girl for her own use and decided that they would discuss things at the banquet that night.

He entered his room and sat down on his bed,"that Akahige better make sure he sends a worthy vessel" he spoke the frustration in his voice. There was a knock at his door,"Enter" he answered and watched as the door opened.A young women entered and bowed,she spoke imforming the prince that the jailer had sent her to him. The prince smiled,"excellent well then consider yourself fortunate my dear" he told her walking over to her and pulling her into his arms.