The Darkness Within (Fantasy/nonconsent) Open..

[Mistriss_Isis]

Sanga ran as quickly as her legs could carry her, but it was no use there were too many gaurds and not enough land. Her body cried out for her to stop but she refused, she knew not what lie ahead. "Give it up Gypsy Slut we have orders from the king, now halt." yelled one of them as Sanga stumbled and fell. Her hands were cut and her knees bruised. She had tried to run and tried to fight back but nothing outweighed the kings power. A few stray tears slid down her dirty face, she had been beaten

She was jerked up her hands tied behind her back a gag covering her closed full lips. Her hair was in tangled tendrils around her head, almost like dreadlocks, which actually looked good on her.

Hands grabbed at her ass, tore her clothing more then it already was, as the gaurds fondled her naked breasts. She was made to walk to the castle like that, in front of the towns people and their jeering, as she awaited what assult she would get from the king.

Ooc: Ok you can be the king or any other man or woman who wants to use Sanga for their own use. Toys a plus and roughness required.
Have fun!

 

[MrWolf]

The King

Louis adjusted his dark blue doublet as he paced idly in his throne room.

He had sent his guards out to retrieve a certain gypsy woman who'd been plying her trade in his village, and he meant to deal with her roughly.

A small commotion was heard at the gate, followed by a breathless guard entering the throne hall. "We've seized her, Majesty," the guard said quickly.

"Excellent," Louis murmured, smiling coldly and rubbing his hands together in dark amusement.

The woman was dragged into the room, her head hung abjectly. A pair of guards had her by either arm. From the looks of her, she'd run a good distance.

"So... this is the so called fortune teller who's been stirring up my peasants and purloining goods from my merchants."

Louis walked forward, seizing the woman by her tangled hair, yanking her head back to get a look at her face.

"You should not have run. I'd not want you.. damaged."

Louis gave a cold chuckle, turning and stalking back to his throne, then settling on it like a monsterous raptor eyeing a succulent rabbit.

"Strip her bare... I want to have a look at this witch."

 

[Mistriss_Isis]

Sanga stared firecly into the king's eyes, she was a Romani, no one was to speak to her in such a way. As he walked away, she spat at his feet, only to be slapped hard across the face by one of the guards as they stripped from her what little clothing she had left. Forching her to her bruised and scratched knees she sucked in a breath as they met the cold stone floor.

Now naked to the king she knelt hunched over, her long tangled hair hiding her succulent tanned body. Her eyes smoldered with hatred for this man who was humiliating her. The guard dug a knee into her back, making her young breasts stick out as her head was thrown back, as if on display for his majesty.

 

[LightningStud]

Double Agent

OOC: Hanneman King
5'8, dark hair, swarthy with ice-blue eyes

IC: As King Louis studied the naked Gypsy girl, he was only perepherially aware that he was being watched from the shadows behind one of the many titanic colimns in the throne room. Hanneman King, Louis' top assassin and the head of his Secret Royal Police force, was in fact a Romani whose presence Louis tolerated only because Hanneman was by far the best cold-blooded killer in this kingdom, or any other.

Louis despised Hanneman, but secretly--so secretley he never even let himself know--he feared him, if only because of what might happen if Louis ever lost control of him. Little did he know that Hanneman's loyalty had been lost a long time ago, when Louis' soldiers slaughtered his village.

For years now, Hanneman has belonged to God's Hand, an underground millitant group dedicated to overthrowing Louis and his regime. Hanneman had no way of knowing if Louis knew, but the king had trusted Hanneman for years, why would he stop now. He knew one thing, though: the moment he took the oath of the God's Hand, he was a dead man. That was five years ago--Hanneman was 27 now, and it was only a matter of time before Louis either uncovered his treachery or decided that his prised assassin had outlived his usefulness.

But now, as Hanneman watched from the shadows, he felt an emotion he had not felt since childhood; it took him a moment to realize it was pity. And then, Damn, she's beautiful

 

[MrWolf]

Louis

Standing and stepping off my throne dias, walking over to the gypsy woman once more.

Cupping one of her full breasts, examining it closely and sneering.

"A pity. I had expected an extra nipple where you suckled your familiar or at least a third eye. Folk lore lies, it seems, witch."

Louis smirked as he stalked in a slow circle around the woman, walking behind her.

"Tell the future, saying who will be King next. That is sedition and treason against a rightful monarch. The punishment for which, is death."

Louis paused a moment, then reached out his hand, touching the back of her neck with the tips of his fingers.

"But a King must be merciful as well as just. Perhaps you could... persuade me to commute your sentence. Provided you show a proper respect for royal authority."

Louis ran his fingertips down her bare back, tracing her spine from neck to the small of her back, then smiled sinisterly.

 

[Mistriss_Isis]

Sanga's body shivered from the cool air of the room. Her nipples standing out erectly in the cool air. As he touched her she stayed still. "I will not beg for my life, if you kill me, then do it," she spat her hair being pulled to look the king in the eyes.

"I rather die then grovel like one of your peasents before you," she said and then said nothing more, her body exhausted as she knelt there. "Do with me what you will..." she growled at last.

 

[ezwriter]

Tristan, a Royal Guard

OOC: Tristan, 25 tall, dark hair, dark eyes. A menacing figure especially armed with the standard issue broadax of the King's guard. Half Gypsy by birth.

IC: Tristan stood his post at the chamber entrance, looking on as the King cruelly toyed with Sanga... and as his fellow guards savored their roles in her physical and emotional degradation.

Duty kept him standing at attention, but outrage roiled beneath his stolid exterior. Torn emotionally, at odds with himself, like the mix of Gypsy and Teutonic blood that pulsed in his veins.

For years he'd watched the kingdom's impoverished Gypsy population hauled before the king on some minor or imagined offense, only to be humiliated like this... like animals.

But the king's guard was a well-paying position, with many perks - and what were his options. He had no skills; no trade to ply. And so Tristan remained at attention, on duty. Body stock still, eyes staring out at the helpless creature splayed on the cold stone floor before him.

And now, as she lifted her head weakly, her hair falling from her dark, imploring eyes, his gaze met hers.

 

[MrWolf]

Louis smirked contemptously at the Gypsy woman. "Do with you as I will? My dear, that is a given."

Chuckling darkly as I reach down and give the woman a light, almost playful pat on her bare rump, then stalking back around her to my throne.

"Let us see.. How should I begin with you? Hmm." Louis cupped his chin contemplatively, giving the gypsy woman a cold, appraising stare.

"First, let us see if we can soften that stiff spine of yours and teach you how to properly kneel before a king."

Louis rose from his throne and strode to one of the doors at the side of the throne hall, giving a swift nodd to the pair of guards to follow him.

They dragged the woman by the arms through the hallway and down a flight of steps, into a dark, torchlight room, adjoined to several small cells.

Louis walked over to the rack of instruments of torment, running his finger tips along them, smiling to himself, then turning to the guards.

"Bind her with her arms well over her head and her feet just over shoulder's width apart."

 

[Mistriss_Isis]

Sanga's eyes stared at the gaurds, rage and contempt burning within them. She knew Tristan, yet she was sure, him seeing her here looking wild and dirty, naked no less was not jogging his memory. Lost in thought she had not seen the arms of the two men upon her again. "NO!" she yelled, cursing spilling from her lips in her native tounge.

Motioning for Tristan to help restrain her she kicked wildly, only to be smacked again, this time on her bare ass cheeks. Sucking in a breath she spat curses at Tristan, in her mother language, damning him for letting this happen to her. But before she knew it, into the dungeon she was herded, like a lamb to slaughter. With another groan she kicked and pulled at they shackeled her arms above her head and her legs apart, barring her most sacred of places to the dirty king and his gaurds of the wandering hand.

"You will burn in hell.." she spat, rage making her swept up into a frenzy.

 

[ezwriter]

In the bleak, grim filtered light of the dungeon, the king eyed his prisoner with a scornful smugness. Her slim, delicate wrists and ankles were clamped into the imposing iron shackles, and yet her will would not be as easily as subdued as her body. Sanga strained against the thick, rusting cuffs, spitting, cursing, hair flying wildly.

The king's mocking laughter echoed off the thick dungeon walls. Sighing, he crossed the cold stone floor and crooked a long bony finger on Sanga's chin. Lifting her face toward his, he seethed, "Submitting to a king is every subject's duty, my little whore. And, trust me, girl: I will have my way with you. You've defiled my kingdom with your wantoness. Someone as filthy and contemptible as you, someone so impertinent must be taught a stronger lesson.... Submission to my guards... to my servants... my pages... my stable boys... anyone I choose."

"Tristan, take the girl's nipples between your thumb and fingertips."

Tristan looked at his king. He dare not disobey. He suspected his loyalty was in question - something the king wouldn not tolerate.

Tristan lay his broadax against the dungeon wall and did as he was told, taking Sanga's delicate pink nubs between his dirty, calloused fingertips. Her eyes met his. He glanced away.

"Squeeze them hard now, Tristan. Crush them," the King said.

 

[Mistriss_Isis]

Sanga squirmed as she was assulted by the words of such a man. IF she could pull free from her shackels she would have beat this damnable man senseless, see how tough he was without his gaurds about. But now she was stuck, tied up and spread. As the King ordered Tristan over Sanga stopped her movement, her hair wildly cascading over her face and onto her chest, almost making Tristan have to search for what the king had told him to assult.

She bit her lip in pain as Tristan complied with the King's request. Her nipples burned now, as he pinched her breath caught, making the urge to cry out even worse. "Please don't..." she whispered to Tristan, barely audiable, "Tristan..." she said his name softly.

 

[LightningStud]

"Think it over carefully, Tristan; that bitch could be your sister for all you know."
Tristan's head jerked up as he looked past Sanga to where Hanneman was leaning against the doorframe, casually fingering a long-handled knife.
"I mean really, look at you lowlifes...don't you have anything better to do?" Hanneman continued in his native tongue, speaking now mostly for his own benefit, or Sanga's. He finally sighed, finishing "Well, I suppose I shouldnt expect any better from a bunch of thugs like you..." being very careful to adress everyone but Louis.

 

[bandman2000]

Enter: Anatoly Siggnarov

While all this "Charade of the King's Justice" was playing out in the Throne Room and later on in the Dungeon, Anatoly Siggnarov watched. Born into a lower house in Eastern Europe, he had known the Romani well. In fact for years he was a friend to them, almost getting himself killed by the Local Archduke, but because he was a Wizard and Seer the Duke would let him slide. Anatoly would go out and be with the Romani as he learned from them and they would have safe haven on his land. That was his way until 6 years ago when a group of Romani who had enough of the Duke's actions finally retaliated against his Highest Knight. The resulting bloodbath was merciless on the Gypsies. They went to his land but when he told them he had no arms to help them, they attacked him as an enemy and traitor to them. His daughter was killed and his son was maimed to the point that he would die a year later. This made Anatoly seeth Red with Vengeance. He was banished from his land by the Duke when it was learned that they were going there for assistance and as a result he was left wandering the continent.

He came across King Louis a year after his son's death by saving his life from saboteurs who tried to kill him during a gala. For his service, Louis took him in as a Wizard and Seer, giving him a tower in the Palace and made him one of his top advisors. Nothing happens in the Court that he doesn't know about. Being aware of the group "God's Hand" and Hanneman's allegiance to it, Anatoly decided to keep the info to himself, knowing from his visions that the King's reign would be ending in the near future.

Standing near the Throne, he filled his Robes with an imposing figure, blond hair and a bit of a pointy beard. His eyes were grey but his mind was very sharp indeed for one of 55 years of age. He sees the Guards take the Gypsy girl downwards with the King and Hanneman trailing the lot of them. He mumbles to himself.

It's no wonder the King's reputation is in such disrepair. His soldiers will probably turn on him if we go to war so soon after the last one, what with their crops failing and prices rising. Truly sad...although that girl does seem to have a fiery spirit. He'll enjoy breaking her of it. But what of Hanneman? Why does he follow? He doesn't normally...perhaps because of something he feels for her? Heh, who am I kidding? But that one guard, Tristian....he doesn't have the need to be like this. Perhaps because of their shared heritage? This'll be an intersting break from the norm.

 

[ezwriter]

Tristan squeezed his eyelids closed... hoping to retreat in this inner darkness from the frenzy of emotions that tore at him now. His rage at Hanneman's arrogance, his frustration at the King's cruel capriciousness, his shame before Sanga's pleading eyes and words.

He was by far the largest, strongest person in the dark, shadowy dungeon - in the whole castle even - and yet there he stood helpless, having to endure this indignity... having to administer to Sanga this painful humiliation.

Wasn't he a captive too? he thought. But for her heavy iron shackles and leg irons, the pretty captive Gypsy girl and he were no different. But there was a difference, a voice inside spoke to him: The girl is here against her will. What is binding you to your fate, Tristan?

And now alongside his rage and his pity, a new feeling stirred in the mind of the tall, burly guard. Something new awoke within... and reached through Tristan's powerful, muscular arms and into his hands and down his fingerips...and loosened, ever so subtlely, his plier-like grip on Sanga's bruised, violet nipples.

Tristan's straining forearms and hands don't betray the relaxing of his hold on her. And so, the King subsumed with his preening, Hanneman caught up in his machinations, do not notice. But the brave, defiant captive does.

Tristan opens his eyes...and his gaze meets Sanga's. She dare not risk a word of thanks... or a smile... but their eyes communicate in a language older, more intimate than their native tongue.

And so a light is kindled... and a fire starts to flicker.

 

[Mistriss_Isis]

Sanga closed her eyes tightly trying to force the pain away. But her body would have none of it, the pain in her breasts was begining to dimish as she felt the blood flow to them cease, opening her eyes she looked at Tristan, contempt welling within her as she lay shackeled there. Within moments she felt his grip loosen and sucked in a breath, now crying out in pain, she had thought him pinching them was bad the feeling returning to them left her poor nipples almost purple from abuse.

Tears streamed down her face, making no indication that Tristan had let up on his grip ~Thank you~ she implored with her eyes to him, knowing this was probably the only mercy she would be shown this night.

 

[ezwriter]

There arose at this time a great clamor that echoed through the lower chambers of the castle. A lock thrown open, a door opened, a clatter of footsteps and a great cacophany of excited talk and raucous laughter approached.

Tristan's eyes held Sanga's and then darted away as the throng approached the dungeon. Now he could see them, a host of the castle's peasant workers had been rounded up by some of his fellow guards - to what purpose Tristan and Sanga could easily guess. Whatever hope the two of them shared, whatever communion they'd felt gave way to a pathetic helplessness, as the guards opened the creaky door to the cell.

King Louis appeared quite pleased with himself, as he measured his merit by the depth of despair that registered in his captive's eyes. Tristan turned and watched the mob enter through the doorway - in front was Yuri, the blacksmith - a great stinking mountain of a man. Behind him - at least a dozen others: the stable boys, the kitchen hands, the stone masons - all pardoned from their labors for the moment so they could do some of the king's unseemlier bidding.

"Now, now, my dear," the King mused, "do you imagine yourself so splendid and superior that you're too good to pleasure my hard-working laborers?"

Sanga sank in her chains and spit on the floor.

At this, the mob laughed heartily, disdainfully.

"Tristan," the King barked, "stand aside."

Tristan froze. Sanga's eyes implored him. Spoke to him. He was her only hope.

"Your Highness..." he began. Surprised to hear the words come out of him.

"What is it?" Now the King's eyes turned on Tristan's, dark, imperious. As strong and powerful as Tristan was physically, he was no match for the true power of his king.

"Nothing, your highness," Tristan replied, his eyes downcast as he stepped away from Sanga.

"Yuri, loyal servant - do you see the gift your King has offered you?"

"Yes, your Highness. Thank you."

"Have at her, my good man. Have at this feisty wench. But leave some for the others. Oh yes, all of you will have a turn with this bitch in heat. For now, let's cheer on Yuri."

At that the other men, dirty, dressed in rags and coated with grime and soot let up a rousing cheer. And Yuri stepped forward, loosening the belt that held his tunic. His massive girth shaking as he crossed the floor... a broad toothless smile stretched across his filthy, bearded face. Yuri's thick tangled hair was matted and he stunk of ale and onions and horse shit. And he took Sanga's hair in his fat, beefy hand and pulled her mouth towards his for a kiss. His hands mauled and grabbed Sanga's lean, muscular frame. And she could only struggle against her restraints as Yuri had his way with her.

But Tristan was unrestrained. Tristan could stop this - could try. But to try and fail... Tristan had seen had the king dealt with insubordination. And so he turned away and faced the wall. Listening to the cheering and laughter of the men and the horrid sounds of flesh defiled as Sanga's rape continued.

 

[Mistriss_Isis]

Sanga's eyes were rimmed with tears as she hung there, and men where hearded in. Tristan, her last hope, looked to stand his ground only to let Sanga sink into the dark dispair of her mind. Her eyes turned stony as the man approached, smelling and looking much like a bull. Staring past him, she tried to concentrate on the wall above him, only to have her hair gathered into his fist and her head yanked to his as he kissed her.

With contempt and rage roiling within her she bit down hard on his dry, dirty, crakced lower lip, making him pull back some blood trickeling down his chin. Raising his hand he slapped her hard across the face, before savagely thrusting two of his thick fingers into her pussy. With that motion she cried out, trying to pull off of him, but her restraints making her looked like a tied up animal. Savagely the man shoved into her, laughing heartily as she cried out, her body in pain, her mind in turmoil. His other hand meanwhile was squeezing at her breast, "You ready for the real thing?" he asked a toothy grin shown to Sanga.

 

[LightningStud]

Hanneman grit his teeth as he watched the most repulsive man he had evel laid eyes on taking advantage of Sanga. "I'll deal with you in a moment," he thought. He cautiously approached Tristan in the corner of the dungeon.

"You made the right choice, my friend," he murmured in Romani "You've got balls, I appreciate that."

Raising his voice, Hanneman adressed King Louis

"Pardon me for interrupting, your Majesty, but might I have a chance at this girl? Sureley I serve a more important function to you than that man...."

 

[MrWolf]

Louis smiled a chilly smile, generous as always with his loyal servants.

"Of course, Hanneman."

Waves the guard back. "Step back and watch how Hanneman teaches a woman respect."

Giving Tristan a sharp look, indicating he in particular should pay attention.

"She is yours, Hanneman. Do with her as you will, only leave her alive for now."

"As for you, wench, I said I'd have your spine softened. Tristan, when Hanneman is done, stripe her back and rump with the strap. I expect her to kneel to me before the court tomorrow."

Gives the woman an appraising look. "Five on the back and ten on the rump, me thinks."

Louis nodded and strolled out, leaving his guards to their pleasures as he headed back to his own chambers for the night.

 

[bandman2000]

Anatoly

After the commotion in the Dungeon, King Louis came out and headed towards his wing of the palace where his lounge, parlor and bedchambers were sequestered. As the King makes his way there, Anatoly comes up to him and bows to His Highness.

"Is there anything you wish of me to do or relay before you take your leave, Highness?"

 

[LightningStud]

Hanneman watched Louis leave, coldly glancing at his back.

"All right, listen up. Now that His Majesty has retired, I belive I outrank everyone present. As soon as I'm done with the girl, Tristan will stripe her as per the King's orders, and then I will escort her to her cell for the night. Tristan, stay with me; the rest of you lowlifes, fuck off. As per protocol, anyone who disobeys will be summarily dispatched."

Hanneman stepped towards Sanga, taking out his stiffening cock as he did so. Sanga noticed however, that Hanneman's cold blue eyes carried in them a look of unbelievable sadness, mingled with pity. His cock held an inch from Sanga's lips, Hanneman prepared her mouth with slender, calloused fingers. As he did so, he discreetly slipped a small, folded piece of paper under Sanga's tongue.

 

[Mistriss_Isis]

Sanga felt something being slipped into her mouth. Seeing Hanneman's eyes she didn't know what to expect, he had dismissed all of the riff-raff from the room. She stared into his eyes and parted her lips, knowing that the only way for her to get out of this was to obey.

She wondered for a moment what he slipped under her tounge, but waited to find out. Closing her eyes she hung in the chains, her pride overtaken by shame.

 

[LightningStud]

Hanneman reached behind Sanga and gently--if anything Hanneman did could be said to be gentle--entwined his right hand in Sanga's dark curls. Cold-eyed again, Hanneman slid his cock between Sanga's lips and gave several thrusts.

 

[Mistriss_Isis]

As her head was pushed onto his hard cock Sanga let her tounge slide along his length, after a few moments she quickened the pace, bibbing her head faster along his length, a few times paying attention to his head, all she wanted was for this to be over and she would be whipped and left alone, at least until tomarrow.

Her eyes closed as she sucked him off, her tounge working wonders on him, making his lust grow.

 

[LightningStud]

Hanneman stood straight in fron of Sanga, hating himself for what he was doing to this girl, but loving every minute of his time in her mouth.