The Secrets within us (closed)

[LadyRozes]

Kiliandra smiled at the lady that was sobbing with gratitude for saving her son's life. She patted her shoulder and wiped her tears, then took her hand and led her into the back room where her son was playing with the ball that Kiliandra had filled with herbs to help strengthen his weak body. THe poor boy had went through so much to fight off the illness that was to consume him. Had it not been for Kiliandra's guided help the boy would not have survived.

The woman ran to her son and picked up the small fraile child.
"Thank you so much for saving my son, I will do anything you wish .. really what is it that you need?"

Kiliandra simply smiled again she shook her head and took the woman's hand and placed it to her chest. indicating to the woman that her gratitude and love for her son was enough payment for her.

she led the mother and child out of her meager home and then waved as they left for theirs. Her violet eyes had filled with tears threatening to fall. It was always so emotional after she had saved one of them.

As soon as the couple made it to where they could not see her anymore, Kiliandra shut the door and collapsed against it. It was a difficult spell and healing pattern that she had done on the boy and drained most if not all of her energy. I shouldnt have worked so hard to bring him back in one day... I could have waited for two... it was just that womans tears.... why I do so much for them when they hate me so? ... well her gracious tears were enough to convince me to get it done.. I just wished I had done a circle to keep the energy within me still.. Five years I help them and they still are skeptical of me

She sighed there was nothing she could do about that. Sometimes she missed her home so much. She brushed a silent tear that slipped from her eyes. Her past was gone now and there was nothing that would bring it back. She still had her freedom. Using the force she had on the door, Kiliandra pulled herself away from the door and woozily made her way towards the couldren with her poultice she had been working on throughout the evening. She pulled the pot out of the hearth and took it outside to cool in the afternoon breeze. After going inside and taking a few hours rest. Finally feeling much better Kiliandra went about her chores...

After she had finished with her chores for the day, Kiliandra allowed herself a moment for herself. She picked up her harp and plucked a few notes from home.. She missed home so badly at times. Sometimes, she would wonder how her cousins were doing. Other times she would remember the other healers from the royal sanctuary, but those few times such as this time, she would remember the world she left, and could not stay quiet.

She hummed a few notes of her land, there had been times her father allowed her to play for the courts of her uncle. She would sing her melodies.. and allowed them to drift along the foreign breeze wafting out of her window.. so lost in her memories that she had not noticed the knock upon her worn out door.

Suddenly she jerked out of her reverie and put her harp within its case and slipped it under her bed, ad after wiping the tears from her cheeks, she then went to the door to see who it was that needed her help...

 

[cgraven]

The sun shone down, the breeze rustled through the leaves of the little birch grove, the song of a single bird the only sound that disturbed the early afternoon stillness. A thin column of smoke rose from the little village nestled in the valley, the field lay neglected only a quarter of them showed any signs of cultivation. The story was the same where ever they had gone the wasting had taken its tool even for the hard bitten soldiers on the Boarder Legion such useless carnage struck fear into there very souls.

Two years ago, before the black shadow had descended on the land, people would have scoffed at talk about witches, sorcery, and black magic. That however was not the case now, and such accusations where taken very seriously at court now. Their mounts enviously pawed at the ground wither it was from inactivity or the smell of the wasting made little difference. The war harness jingled, the leather creaked, as the spurs of the Boarder Legion nudged their steeds into motion. One section broke off to the right; another to the left, the sergeant took the main force down the dirt track to the village, the witch would not escape. His orders where quite clear he was to bring her in, bring her to the Count. Sweat trickled down his face Count Rasputin was not a man to be disappointed, the commander of the Boarder Legion, and Grand inquisitor of the Eastern realm was not a man to be disappointed.

The sergeant scanned the few remaining villagers as he looked for the informant. She was there at the edge of the crowd her pale weakly son clutched in her arms; she did not speak a word but merely pointed to a small cottage on the edge of the village. He dropped a purse of silver into the woman’s hand.

Soft haunting music floated from the cottage, it suddenly stopped as the sergeant knocked on the wooden door. Slowly it creaked open to reveal a most calmly young maiden. He nervously licked his parched lips, he would much rather bed the girl but duty was duty. And fear of his master made for a longer life in these hard times.

“Kiliandra you are accused of witch Craft.”

The hapless young woman was chained and manacled, here meager possessions, collected as evidence. Kiliandra was then taken and thrown into the dudgeons of Castle Dracu where she witnessed the questioning of other suspected witches, all pretty young girls and their fate, submit and you might live resist and you would be entertainment for the garrison.

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The taking and questioning of a witch was something Count Rasputin normally did not become involved with unless the girl was particularly charming. He sat in his study his long lank muscular body hunched over his desk……. Reports……..Reports…Reports all needed to be and his seal attached his eyebrow arched as he came across the name Kiliandra.

“Captain his deep voice called out……………..”

 

[LadyRozes]

Kiliandra looked around frantically she couldnt understand what was going on, how could the village do this?!.. The soldiers came in and took her meager home apart. They took her harp, and her poultice bowls, they tore down the candlesticks,.. everything was in shambles. She didnt understand.. How could she be accused of witchery?!?

Did she not help the villagers enough?!? As they shackled her hands she had barely enough time to take her wornout green cloak the one her father had given her year before, once had been a plush velvet green now, a faded olive green, with all the washings and years of wear and tear. A few silent tears was the only outward reaction she had.

As the soldiers took her through the village she saw the woman and her son as they stood by the side. She wanted to shout at them, scream why ? why did you tell them anything?! How could you do this .. I helped save your son... but all she did was stand straight and tall, she believed she had nothing to hide. They were going to be wrong.

The villagers stood aside knowing that they had condemned an innocent girl. She watched the crones' faces they all had this look of triumph. She knew they had been the instigators, because it was they that hated her, she was doing no harm to them, but views of her would never change... They whispered behind her back talking about how odd it was that she could understand them, but never speak, and she lived alone...not proper of a young lady... and of course the worst accusation was not founded at all, they used to whisper how she wold lure the men away from their wives, they accused her of being a harlot.

She sat on the horse shackled and tall. She refused to tell them anything and showed no reaction other than the few silent tears she had shed and the look of shock earlier which was now replaced by a serence look of confidence.

Just as they were ready to leave, the woman who's child she saved, came stumbling in front of her horse, " I'm srry m'lady... I sorry .. they made me do it..! .. please forgive me.." She cried out horsely...

She looked down at the woman and closed her eyes and nodded as if to indicate to her that she knew .. that she had been forced to do accuse her. She knew.

If she had not been so weak from that healing she would have ran, but knowing that it was helpless, she might as well go with them, she simply hoped they wouldnt figure out who she really was....

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As they entered into the castle dungeons she looked around and saw many young women that looked so innocent, probably wrongly accused as she was. It was sad really, they would never be the same after this... their lives were destroyed..

It didnt matter to kiliandra .. her life was already distroyed, how much worse could it get? She had heard of this count, and knew they wouldnt bother with her, she was a nobody from an outskirt village of the country.. chances are they would accuse her and ask her to repent... They let her keep her cloak, and chained her onto to the shackles against the wall of the cell.

She closed her eyes and leaned against the wall waited for them to call her and prayed that she would get out of this just as she had run away from that general... besides if it came to the worst she would simply claim amnesty, after all she was a royal member of a kingdom that was allied to this one, the worst they would do is send her back... and she would simply disappear again..

 

[cgraven]

The dungeons where a scene from hell, the cells offered only a must pile of hay for bedding, a crude wooden bucket for a toilet, the chains that bond her Kiliandra let the exotic beauty very little freedom of movement. The guards the dregs of humanity, brutes , that took pleasure in their job.

Kiliandra was woken by the pitiful pleadings of a young girl her firry locks, her pale unblemished skin radiant.

”Sir I am no witch.”

Her voice almost child like, her pleas where met with stony silence, an unholy gleam of lust in the guards’ eyes as they drank in the girl’s beauty.

“Strip girl show us that you have no witches marks!”

There was terror in the redheaded beauty’s eyes she nervously chewed her lower lip, her dainty hands clutching and unclutching.

Sir I swear to you………

The slap caught the girl by surprise.

”Now Girl!

The little redhead’s fingers went to the ties of her bodice, her soft green eyes shimmered with tears as the garment slipped from her lifeless fingers, her tattered skirt pooled around her trim ankles, her shift slipped from her ivory shoulders. The red headed beauty stood there naked as the day she had been born, her delicate beauty now a curse as the guards closed in around her. The brutes’ hands caressed her chaste beauty, took their pleasure in her shame.

Ah Lads see a witches mark.

The self styled leader of this group of thugs pointed to a small strawberry mark on the girl’s hip.

Witch, Witch, Bride of the Dark One, Bride of the Dark One”

They chanted as they hoisted the struggling beauty on to a table. They each took their turn with her, her beauty had caught their eye, her virginity now a fading memory. The Sergeant was hitching up his trousers When he turned towards Kiliandra’s cell.

Ah my Little Beauty your turn will soon come.

There was a sadistic glee in the man’s voice.



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“Captain what is this I hear a new prisoner has arrived one that has some skill in the arts of healing?”

Count Rasputin yes your Excellency she is a stranger from the west.

Count Rasputin nodded then returned the to the reports that had occupied his attention, he dismissed the Captain with a nonchalant wave of his hand.

 

[LadyRozes]

Kiliandra watched in horror as the other girl was raped repeatedly over and over again.. She closed her eyes and tried to cles her ears, knowing that the cries of the young girl were echoing in the dungeon.

She prayed they wouldnt come to her, and waited until the guards were through with her. When she opened her eyes she saw that the sargetn was looking at her and promising that her turn would soon come.. wondering what she should do? Fearing the worst Kiliandra stayed silent and waited until the garrison of troops left the cell.

She looked up and frantically yanked on the shackles she didnt want to have to experience that .. she ran away to avoid that sort of treatment, and now being stuck under these dungeons.. soon to be some guards play toy...no no ... no she shook her hands. There was no way she was going to stay around for that to happen to her.

She pulled her cloak around her body and covered herself form head to toe. Silently she yanked on the shackles but the were not loose fro the wall, carefully she looked at the shackles and saw that they were slightly bigger than her wrist. slowly she spit on her wrists and combined with the sweat of her body worked the shackles the dislocated her thumb crying out softly before slipping her hand completely free.

too exhausted to do anythingmore she closed her eyes to rest them.

"You girl.... wake WAKE UP !!" Kiliandra looked up to see the guard standing in front of her. Internally frozen with terror she realized she must have slept longer than she thought. Outwardly appearing serene and unafraid, the guards were confused..

She looked up at them with a cold stare... under her cloak she grabbed the loose shackle prepared in case they should do anything to her.."

"ARe ye a witch?"

when kiliandra didnt say anything, One of the guards nudged the other, "Sir I think this one was the mute ... member... hee hee " the guard grinned. "SHe wont say nothing sir.."

Kiliandra stood firm and waited for them make a move.. she had no idea .. what was going to happen but she prayed taht she woud have to strike these men down, to escape from here.. she looked longingly at the open cell door...

 

[cgraven]

Yes your Excellency she is a stranger from the west.

Count Rasputin nodded then returned to the reports that had occupied his attention, he dismissed the Captain with a nonchalant wave of his hand.

The young officer of the Boarder Legion has glad to be leaving the presence of his commander for Count Rasputin was a demanding master with a notorious temper and the less time in his presence the better. He had almost made good his escape when the Count’s head snapped up and he bellowed

“WAIT Captain!”

Count Rasputin tore through the piles of parchments on his desk in a frantic search for something.

“Her eyes man what color are her eyes?”

Sweat broke on the young officer’s face as he desperately tried to recall the color of the girl’s eyes, he had only seen her once and at that only briefly.

Violet Count almost a pale shade of purple I think

The young officer stammered out his reply his nerves on edge less he make a mistake.

“Are you sure Captain,…………………What district was she taken in,………..was she known as a healer?”

Count Rasputin the boarder district with Landar, Yes Violet sir, she was taken as a witch for she healed those with the Wasting but nar showed any sing of the plague herself.

“You fool bring her to me at once and it will be your head if she is harmed in any way.”

The young Captain made a hasty departure, he remembered that the girl was uncommonly beautiful and that along with being accused as a witch would have brought her to the attention of the jailers and he knew what that meant.

Damn

he cursed under his breath as he made for the dungeons.



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"Are ye a witch?"

The burly brute nudged his companion a knowing glance passed between the two men. Their eyes filled with lust as the petite exotic beauty remained defiantly silent

"Sir I think this one was the mute ... member... hee, hee. She wont say nothing sir.”

They started to close in on the silent beauty, their eyes taking in her pale violet eyes, her long, dark, silken hair, even huddled under her cloak her petite supple form was quite alluring.

Hold Lads!”

The commanding voice stopped both troopers in their tracks. The sergeant strolled into Kiliandra’s cell followed by four other troopers his lip curled in a sadistic smile.

Starting the party with out your mates Lads not very smart now is it?


His voice and manner sent chills through the two troopers.

Sergeant we was just going to have a little sport with the Witch,…get her ready for you is all.

They stammered.

Really Lads?

He then turned his attention to Kiliandra.

Get up girl and strip you know the routine!

He let the whip in his hand uncoil, then with a flick of his wrist.

CRACK

Or would you prefer that I cut your clothes off with his?”

He paused as his eyes stripped the little beauty.

Your choice girl the easy way or the hard way.

The other five troopers laughed and nudged each other.

Sarge I hope she chooses the hard way I would love to see The Witch dance to the lash.”

CRACK

In the distance the faint sound of foot falls could be heard on the stairs.

 

[LadyRozes]

Kiliandra stood in front of the guards her face as srene as possible and jsut stared coldly at the sargent.. She knew she would make them work for what they wanted.

She had no desire to to be pliable to the savages. Whatever happened she would not go down willlingly.

Breifly she thought about her past. Should she bring it up? Was it worth revealing her secrets.. She kept quiet for five years.. was it worth her freedom? Her slowly drifted to away... thinking if she kept her mind away from her body she could ignore what they were going to do with her..

But with the Resounding CRACK of the whip she mind came rushing back. She violet gaze seemed to darken until you could barely tell in the poor dim light of the dugeon what the color of her eyes were.

Her gaze flickered back towards the sargent, and lifted her chin as if daring him to do his worst. She knew it was only a matter of time before he would strike.

Meanwhile within her cloak she worked on trying to pry the otehr manacle of her hand.. IF she could just manage to squeeze her petite hand through the manacle she would flee.

She waited for the flicker of impatience on the Sargents face and waited until just the right moment before he struch er with the whip to jerk her hand out of hte manacle..

CRACK Went the whip and she closed her eyes on the impact, and jerked her hand out. THe guards thinking that she was stunned from her whip waited until she opened her eyes again...

kiliandra waited until the shock and pain would subside before opening her eys. The sweat that she was drenched had made yanking her hand out easier but not any less painful.

When she finally felt saw the the world tilited itself right again she opened her eyes. And within her cloak she grabed teh chain of her manacle and waited. Once more starring at her persecutors.

"Bloody Hell Sir, but the 'itle chit aint makin a sound .." one of the guards whined.

"Well we will have to make her make a sound then now wont me" A particularly cruel and excited glint flashed through the sargent's eyes before raising the whip again....

 

[cgraven]

"Bloody Hell Sir, but the 'itle chit aint makin a sound .." one of the guards whined.

"Well we will have to make her make a sound then now won’t we"

There was a sadistic glint in the sergeant’s eyes, the flash of defiance in those soft violet eyes the way the young beauty’s body tensed spoke of some secret plan on the old lecher could easily guest, a plan and desire that all the pretty young prisoners harbored………..escape….freedom.

CRACK

The cruel whip lashed out again, it did not strike Kiliandra slender form but instead snaked around her trim little ankle. A vicious yank sent the petite beauty sprawling to land on her back, her breath momentarily knocked from her lungs.

CRACK, CRACK, CRACK


With expert easy the sergeant flayed open the young beauty’s cloak, rent her thin bodice, and shift, exposing her proud young breasts. His men knew their roles they could taste their victory, as they seized their prizes, dainty wrists, and trim ankles reading this nameless foreign waif, for the plucking. The Sergeant was all ready loosening his breeches, Kiliandra’s rape was at hand.

Hold there!!!!!

The young Captain’s voice cut through the still damp air of the dungeon like a clap of thunder. The little part hesitated a moment and the sergeant laughed


“Bugger off Captain she is ours!”


Hold in the name of Count Rasputin. He wishes no harm to come to the girl, that she be brought to him unharmed and immediately!

At the sound of Count Rasputin’s name the sergeant spit, hatred burned in his eyes at being robbed of the tasty little morsel in his grasp.

“SHIT” He muttered “Let her go Lads the Count has his own plans for this foreign piece of baggage.”


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The heavy trod of boots sounded on the stone passage, the measured treed of soldiers. The soft knock on his door the young Captain, his face showing his fear.

Count Rasputin the girl sir

The count did not even lift his eyes but with a nonchalant motion of his hand indicated that the escort and their prisoner enter.

“Dismissed”

The young beauty stood there alone, Count Rasputin slowly lifted his eyes study the girl before him for several minutes.

“Lady Kiliandra welcome to castle Dracu, General imperious will be so pleased you have been found.”

 

[LadyRozes]

At the moment of escape Kiliandra felt her freedom stolen away from her at the sound of a crack.

Her body sliped from under her and she fell to the ceasepool filled floor. Her breath was knocked out of her and her one chance passed to a point of no return, instead she was finding herself fending off the slashes of the whip as they whistled to her skin. She tried to cover herself to protect her body from the whippings but to no avail, The sargent whipped her once more and her bodice broke open,

This was the moment she had been dreading it was like dogs smelling meat, Once they had seen a sliver of skin they were on her at once, grabbing her arms and legs. She fought incessently tryig to kick them or bite them anything to make them let go.

Her eyes flashed towards the Sargent adn saw the triumphant gleam in his eye. For a brief second there was pure terror in her eyes, and there was nothing she could do..

Just when she thought all was lost, she heard the Captain calling, HALT. It seemed that the Count wished to see her. This did not bode well for her. She had no idea what to expect from this unknown savior.. if at all he was her savior.. And even so there could be a chance he could recognize her family crest. Nobles they were a trickly lot..

AS she walked down to through the halls she put herself back together once more closing her bruised body from any onlookers. Unsure as to why this name seemed to strike fear into the guards eye, she was still greatful for the timely rescue..

The Captain opened the door of an office and mentioned to her resuer that she was here..

She stepped into the room and immidiately her escorts were dismissed immidiately..

She looked at her captor in defiance. Her violet eyes still stormy and dark, They looked like little amythest jewels twinkling and sparkling in the candlelight. She studied him, wondering just what sort of fellow would have to be cruel enough to run this sort of inquisition..

She stood there in her old now ripped what was once a rose colored simple dress. She stood there proudly, Her spine straight dispite the recent beatings, she still managed to act as though she were standing holding court..

After hearing what the Count had to say she had her answer.. Her face paled slightly at the thought of going back there, and she looked at him her eyes essesing him, her thoughts running wondering what she could do or say that would convince him otherwise..

And so Kiliandra spoke after five years of silence, "Your Grace, I am most humbled by your welcome.. "she said in her soft voice with a tint of sarcasm and a strong foreign accent mixed with a proud steel that couldnt be seperated from her voice... "I do not believe we have met..although if you are an affiliate of my UNcle's general I must concede.. that I would not know, I have been out of the kingdom for many years, so I do not know the goings of court.."

 

[cgraven]

Count Rasputin lounged in his chair as he studied the proud little beauty before him. She stood straight, claiming as much dignity as she could from her present situation. Her violet eyes stormy and dark, like little amethyst jewels, set in a soft pale setting of the girl’s face, they twinkling and sparkling in the candlelight. Long dark shimmering hair that hung in a simple braid cascading down the sinuous column of her back. A wry smile creased the count’s lips as he suited the alluring beauty’s hour glass figure, and he thought to himself what a delight it would be to possess this young beauty bend her pride to his will. His eyes rested boldly on the simple roes dress ripped by the sergeant’s whip her firm breasts seductive curve plainly visible the girl’s nipples playing hide and seek with each breath she took.

"Your Grace, I am most humbled by your welcome…..I do not believe we have met. Although if you are an affiliate of my Uncle’s general I must concede that I would not know, I have been out of the kingdom for many years, so I do not know the goings of court."

Her voice was soft, demur, a touch haughty, with a tint of sarcasm and a strong foreign of accent Landar mixed with a proud steel that couldn’t be separated from her voice.

“I fear Lady Kiliandra that your Uncle is no longer among the living and that General Imperious now rules Landar and has offered a rather handsome reward for your return.”

Count Rasputin enjoyed toying with this proud young beauty, the shock in her stunning eyes delighted him.

“My Lady I also fear that the once close relations between Landar and Dracu are not what they once where…………………”

The Count leisurely stood, picking up a riding crop from his desk. Tap, tap, tap the leather tap hit his riding boots as he slowly circled the haughty noble woman, his eyes taking in every subtitle curve of her young vibrant body. He circled the girl like a hunting beast evaluating his pry just before it pounced.

“…………..What inducement can you offer me not to return you to the General’s loving embrace Lady Kiliandra?”

Count Rasputin’s dark firry hazel eyes held Kiliandra’s captive as he spoke, two flicks of his wrist and the riding crop eased back the petite beauty’s rent bodice to fully expose the naked glory of her young breast to his gaze.

 

[LadyRozes]

“I fear Lady Kiliandra that your Uncle is no longer among the living and that General Imperious now rules Landar and has offered a rather handsome reward for your return.”

Kiliandra's face drained of color. The pain she tried to desperately to hold back. Her uncle had been killed, But How could that be? She couldnt understand her father, her brothers, her cousins surly they could have done something to avenge her uncle..

She knew that they were in the time her UNcle ruled very close to Dracu, To hear that the alliance was as strong as it was gave Kiliandra a glimmer of hope... until she felt his hazel gaze feasting on her supple form.

She wondered just what sort of place thsi was.. wasnt she suppsed to be put on trial.. or were the guards gving their own personal version of trials, and if so .. what of the ruler of this castle? .. what sort of man was he to allow this sort of manner to go unchecked in his dungeons??

“…………..What inducement can you offer me not to return you to the General’s loving embrace Lady Kiliandra?”

Kiliandra quickly assessed her situation... She could either say nothing and allow him to feel as though she didnt really worry about going back, or she could reveal to him her desperate fears of not wanting to go back.

Just as she felt the flick of the crop, She realized that she had let her gaurd down among this man thinking that he was different from his guards, how sad it was that the guards learned their manners from their master..

She steeled herself and spoke gently her accented voice clipped and short "I am a healer your grace, What can I possibly offer to you ? Or perhaps I should not offer anything and just return to my home, I must admit the hospitality of this country to their foriegn visitors is paltry at best.."

Then her voice became soft and amost bored sounding,"... so really Your grace ..it is up to you to decide just what it is you will have to risk... Your neck for keeping me here.. when the General has so offered so generously for my return, or simply to return me to him... so that you may be blessed for my capture or rather find.."

She causually flicked the tattered piece of dress to cover her breast from his leecherous eyes.. and met his fiery gaze with a cold calm one of hers that hid deeper within its depth, a little girl frantically crying out fearing for her virtue and life.

 

[cgraven]

I am a healer your grace, what can I possibly offer to you? Or perhaps I should not offer anything and just return to my home, I must admit the hospitality of this country to their foreign visitors is paltry at best.."

There was soft sarcastic steel in Kiliandra's voice, though at the mention of her uncle’s death the color had drained from the young beauty’s face a fact not lost on Count Rasputin.

,"... so really Your grace ..it is up to you to decide just what it is you will have to risk... Your neck for keeping me here.. when the General has so offered so generously for my return, or simply to return me to him... so that you may be blessed for my capture or rather find.."

He almost smiled as Kiliandra threw down the gauntlet, the superior bored tone the girl tried so desperately to affect. Yet those dark violet eyes that verged on the most seductive purple shade the count had ever seen told quite a different story. It told the story of a little girl frantically crying out fearing for her virtue and life as she casually flicked the tattered piece of dress to cover her breast.

“Ah but if only I could my dear Lady Kiliandra, but you have been accused of being a Witch, a most grievous crime in Dracu.”


Count Rasputin eased the leathery tip of his riding crop up the sweet supple valley that lay between the girl’s firm breasts and again bared them to his gaze.

“I fear Bishop Roderick’s guards would insist on examining you for the marks of a witch, and if story of your beauty have reached the sainted cleric he may wish to examine you himself.”

The count paused before continuing.

“And I fear the good Bishop is less tender than those he employs, His appetites to possess youthful innocence is rather unholy. As for the General and Landar I fear your brothers are keeping him quite busy at the moment, as they believe he was the cause of your Uncle the emperor’s untimely passing.”


Count Rasputin let all that he said sink in, he let the full hopelessness of the alluring young beauty’s situation strike home.

“Now as I said Healer of Landar, What inducement can you offer me not to return you to the General’s loving embrace, or the Bishop's tender justice?”

 

[LadyRozes]

“Ah but if only I could my dear Lady Kiliandra, but you have
been accused of being a Witch, a most grievous crime in Dracu.”


" Ah, but Your Grace, Surely, if I am not mistaken, I do believe I have immunity as being a member of a royal household of another country.." She knew that there was no way they could try another member.. it was just not possible was it?!

As the Count once more bared her body to his lecherous gaze, he explained to her the details of what might happen... And Kiliandra kept her breathing steady and made sure she showed no outward reaction

She briefly wondered whether it was possible to extricate herself from such a situation without losing her virtue..Try as she might she stood stiff and made no motion to expell herself from his ministrations and acted as though they did not bother her

It didnt take much thought to figure out what the Count wanted.. but she wished there were another way.. perhaps if she played innocent.. and didnt admit to anything..

"I do believe your grace has had enough opportunity to inspect my person as to whether I bear a witch's mark... which I can assure you I do not... to safely let the guards know that you have no such a mark.."

Her mind reeled at the fact that her brothers were able to avenge their father/uncle.. at least she knew them to be safe..

It pained her to know that she would never be able to see them again, though she wished, she could see them at least once, What she would do to be able to sit once more in court and sing for her brothers at feast .. or to dance at the midsummer's ball... alas those times have past and really there is nothing she could do to be there within the womb of her family ...

Once more the sound of the Count's voice brought her from the depths of her memories...

“Now as I said Healer of Landar, What inducement can you offer me not to return you to the General’s loving embrace, or the Bishop's tender justice?”

Standing proud, Kiliandra replied, "it is obvious your grace has something in mind, the question is .. does he desire to tell this princecss what he wishes , so that she may know what she may do..." trying to act like she was indulging the count, dispite the fact that inside she practically screamed with the thought of what the count could possibly ask for..

 

[cgraven]

The young beauty’s thoughts where her own yet there was a deep sadness and hopelessness in the young healer’s violet eyes that touched Count Rasputin’s heart a feeling of pity an emotion he had not experienced since his days as a cadet with the Boarder Legion. That was a much different time, a time before the wasting plague descended on the land, a time of peace between Dracu and Landar, a time before fear griped his country it its twisted grasp. Yes a time before the Devil’s spawn like the false cleric Bishop Roderick had gained the king’s ear, before the senseless witch hunts had begun. The predicament that Lady Kiliandra found herself in was none of her making, yet if she believed even for a moment that the Count was anything but the cruel official she know so thoroughly believed it would be both there undoing. He listened to her words spoken with as much dignity as the trapped little royal beauty could muster.

"it is obvious your grace has something in mind, the question is .. does he desire to tell this princess what he wishes , so that she may know what she may do..."


“I do appreciate a direct approach Lady Kiliandra, it does save so much time in the long run.”

Count Rasputin’s voice was soft as velvet a deep rich voice that belied the strength of a soldier’s body, hardened by years of service in the Boarder Lands. His dark hazel eyes looked deeply into her soft frightened violet eyes.

Tap, tap, tap

The leather of crop on boot echoed through his small room, a quizzical look played across his weathered face.

“Highness disrobe completely.”

Though his voice remained soft and even casually nonchalant it was edged with steel.

 

[LadyRozes]

“Highness disrobe completely.”

With those three worlds hanging in the air betweem them, Lady Kilandra could do nothing but stare at the count shockingl for a moment. strip naked?! her mind reeled for a moment before remembering what the guards had done to the innocent little girl that had been brutally raped by the guards in the dungeons..

"Does this mean that Your grace wished to inspect my person for this invisible marking... that will condemn me for a witch hmm?... very well if this is what you wish then I more tan happily allow you to do nothing more than inspect.."

As she reached for her torn bodice..she looked around trying not to make it seem as though she was so scared..the only sign of her fear was the slight shake in her fingers as they went to the laces of her gown so that she may losen them ...

Her eyes scanned and saw the paperweight sitting beyond the count on the table if worst came and the count did anything other than inspect... she would use her resourses and disappear...she disappeared from an entire army once...surely she could disappear again...

Kiliandra looked up at the Count and stared into his hazel with steely violet gaze of hers.. "Inspect as you will... Im sure in your report you will note that I have no such marking..."

Before she knew what she had said...Kiliandra remembered the mark nurse had pointed out to her..the one that was on every royal member of the family..this mark had been tied to the blood, and should anyone try to pretend they were royal simly were checked for the mark...surely the count wouldnt assume otherwise... the general...had known....

She looked at him and then she turned slowly for his inspection and hoped either he knew about it or..that he had not seen it..

 

[cgraven]

Count Rasputin could not but admire Kiliandra’s presence of mind, the dignity with which she faced the impossible situation that she found herself in. to all outward appearances she was aloof above it all but the trained eye of a solider caught all the subtitle nuances that gave her away. The way her dainty fingers trembled as she reached for her torn bodice, the way her soft violet eyes fluttered and flittered about scanning his apartment looking for some means of escape, and yet there was an undaunted pride in those eyes even as she stripped away her meager garments till she stood there before her tormenter in all her naked youthful glory.

"Inspect as you will... I’m sure in your report you will note that I have no such marking..."

Even as her challenge to the Count still hung in the silent room a worried look marred the flawless beauty of her face even as the royal beauty turned slowly for his inspection.

Count Boris Rasputin leisurely took in ever inch of Kiliandra’s naked perfection from her long dark silken tresses, the swell of her ample firm breast tipped by her pert raspberry nipples, the sensual curve of her wasp narrow waist, and the flare of her seductively tempting hips, and the sparse luxuriant downy fleece that actuated Kiliandra’s virgin pussy, down to the athletic sculptured perfection of her legs. The teenage beauty was indeed flawless perfection, with one minor but notable exception, a small berth mark that proclaimed her as of the royal linage of Landar but would condemn her as a witch in Dracu if Bishop Roderick or his henchmen men ever saw it. True the blemish was small, on her smooth ivory inner thigh, yet it did not escape Boris’s notice.

“And what is this, my dear Child?”

The leather tab of his riding crop gently brushed the birth mark, teasingly intimate in its sensual caressed, that sole blemish that proclaimed Kiliandra’s true identity and her condemnation.

“…….The Mark of the witch me thinks.”

Kiliandra was truly trapped with no means of escape.

 

[LadyRozes]

“…….The Mark of the witch me thinks.”


Kiliandra closed her eyes and knew that she was stuck in a place where she could not run, she sighed and explained in a steel voice, "I do believe if you strip any babe from the royal family from Landor, this mark will appear, it reveals my lineage and proof of my birth into the family..." She finished, her spine stiffened, and looked down at her thigh, she had forgotten about it until the moment before..

"What is this Gaetana?" a little girl's voice asked her elderly nurse..

"That your highness is your identity.. should we ever lose you .. you would be found with that mark..?" the nurse replied as she wiped the child down with a piece of heavy linen..

"But why is it there ?"

"Along time ago, a special wise man came to the land of Landor and asked for help, in return he blessed the royal family with this mark, claiming that no person would be able to take the throne away from your family.. as well as the fact that since then every generation a child was born with special eyes... just like yours ...." the nurse pinched the little girl's nose in jest before dressing her the echoeing of the the peals of laughter rang in the little girls ears...


So lost in thought was she that Kiliandra was only brought back into the present...with the brushing of the crop against her leg. The clouds disappeared from her eys and she lifted one fine arched brow and asked, "You will condemn me for the mark which reveal's my family?! I think not .. should any court see such a mark.. it would be bad for your countrymen to condemn me for revealing my identity, say you not Your grace?"

She had no idea what to expect from the count and it was making her very nervous .. she turned her body so her back was towards the desk and her dainty hand slipped hte paper weight within it.. All she had to do was wait for him to make his move..

 

[cgraven]

“Lady Kiliandra I would not do that if I where you.”

Count Rasputin’s eyes had subtly followed every movement the stunning young beauty had made and before she could even fully close her hand around the paper weight he had quietly stepped up behind her his massive arms enfolded the young girl pinning her arms to her sides. His breath was hot and moist on her slender neck; it stirred the stray whips of hair.

“Lady Kiliandra drop it now.”

His lips brushed Kiliandra’s earlobe as he spoke, his body was pressed close to hers.

“Enough of these word games Me Lady, your linage, means nothing to a man like Bishop Roderick.”

Boris paused to let the meaning of his words sink in.

“He will use the mark to condemn you as a witch spawn of the evil one, he will then use you, for his own amusement, cast you aside as a play thing for his guards, and when they tier of you your death will quickly follow.”

The count’s voice was even, almost nonchalant, as if he where assessing and enemy formation on the eve of battle.

“Kiliandra I can offer you some protection but all must believe you are my concubine, a common tart, of little worth except for your beauty and some skill at healing. The choice is yours, you know what the bishop’s Guards are like, and I can ensure you they are a pale shadow of their Master.”

 

[LadyRozes]

“Kiliandra I can offer you some protection but all must believe you are my concubine, a common tart, of little worth except for your beauty and some skill at healing. The choice is yours, you know what the bishop’s Guards are like, and I can ensure you they are a pale shadow of their Master.”

Confusion mirrored in her dark amythset eyes, as she searched this man's eyes for any hint of deception, "How could you strip me in such a mannor if you were planning on helping me?!"

She held the paper weight more tightly and pushed his body off of her. Kiliandra did not want to think about what his breath was doing ot her. She simply wanted space. She shook her hair so that it covered her body, a blessing she could do so, seeing that her hair was so long and thick... Her eyes grew darker and angrier..

How dare he treat me so..?!.. I suppose everything must have been for show for the guards... but there are no guards here.. what does he want from me?! Does he truely want to help me.. or does he only want to use me jsut as the guards were going to.. Her mind whirled with onfusion she curled within herself.. as if trying to move away from the situation..

Her outward reaction finally mirrored the feelings within her... shaking her head she cleared away her fear and looked up er anger still very evident in her eyes, "How do I know you are not lying to me?"

 

[cgraven]

"How do I know you are not lying to me?"

“You don’t Lady Kiliandra!”

Count Boris Rasputin answered, there was no guile in his statement, and therefore it had the ring of uncompromising truth.

“You do know on the other hand just what the Bishop’s Guards are capable of, and what fate awaits you at their hands.”

Boris paused as she twisted away from him her eyes searching his. The façade of royal outrage began to crumble as the hopelessness of Kiliandra’s situation came crashing down on the young beauty as she shook her head in disbelief.

“Kiliandra you must forget who and what you where!”

Boris voice was adamant.

“The Lady Kiliandra, Princes Royal of Landar,……………..is no more,………………. in her place Juliandara common tart must be born,……………………………. Concubine to Count Rasputin.”

Boris studied the young beauty, and he saw the anger, fear and loathing in her violet eyes as he spoke.

“You will do what ever I tell you, with out question.”

Swift as lighting Boris seized Kiliandra’s wrist forcing her now lifeless fingers to drop the paper weight. He sized her other dainty wrist in his vise like grip and spun the naked beauty to face him his lips a breathe away from hers.

“It is quite simple Yes, or No.”

he held her tightly to him as she struggled.”

If your answer is no then I will have to return you to the Bishop’s Guards and your fate is your own concern Kiliandra.”

 

[LadyRozes]

Kiliandra's body trembled with fear.. she couldnt fathom it, but what other option did she have. His voice had spoken true, but her heart could not take it.

Yes, she had lived like a commoner for five years since she ran away, but .. what of now? She couldnt understand why it would make any difference if she changed who she was..

Suddenly her escape five years ago seemed so far away, Her entire past rushing forward embracing her, she couldnt turn away from who she was..

It wouldnt change the fact that her uncle was dead.. It wouldnt change the fact that she would never see her family again.. her home again.. IT would change nothing except keep her alive...

Is this what she wanted? Was she willing to make her self well and truly gone..it was painfully obvious that her voice marked her as foreign, what marked her more so, was her appearence, ..but what was it about a whore that would mark her as safe?

“It is quite simple Yes, or No.”

Kiliandra's eyes pleaded with him, "Why must it be? Why must I become a whore?!How will that solve my problem!?! How will that save me from that moster that rules over you or that vile vermon that tortures my people..!?"

 

[cgraven]

"Why must it be? Why must I become a whore? How will that solve my problem!?! How will that save me from that monster that rules over you or that vile vermon that tortures my people..!?"

A soft blushed kissed Kiliandra's cheeks then spread from the tip of her nose to the tip of her toes. Her soft voice, with its exotic accent reflected the confusion that now swilled in her young mind. Boris Rasputin was keenly aware that precious time was slipping away, each moment of delay, bought the young beauty closer to falling in to the evil clutches of Bishop Roderick.

“Kiliandra the world that you knew five years ago when you ran from General Imperious, from your family, from Landar for the security of an insignificant village in the boarder lands is gone.”

There was steel in the Count’s voice.

“The chivalry of the Imperial Court gone, the noble families swept away by the Wasting Plague! Now what passes for Nobility has nothing to do with birth or Honor, it simply is a matter of who can take and hold power by the strength of their sword. Yet they are not the worst no evil twisted creature like Bishop Roderick have come to power, they play on the fears of peasant and Noble alike, offering a simple solution to the evils that have befallen the land, and that answer is Witchcraft Kiliandra”

The coarse wool of Count Boris Rasputin tunic grazed the teenaged beauty’s nipples, his breathe washed across her flawless cheeks, played with a stray lock of hair by her ear.

“Girl you have a gifted for healing that defies the Wasting, your beauty is stunning, it stirs the baser nature of men, you are a stranger in a foreign land, you bear a mark that would not be seen in Dracu as a mark of nobility, but as indisputable proof that you are a witch.”

His voice left now doubt that Kiliandra was in a most desperate situation in a world turned upside down. The heat of the Count’s body washed over the girl’s naked supple form, his grip of steel on her dainty wrist left her no option to him. True County Rasputin was old enough to be her father, yet his body was hardened by his life on the boarder with the Legion, silver touched the fringe of his ginger hair, and his dark hazel eyes bored into her clear, sad violet eyes.

“I fear my dear that our time is coming to a close you must make your decision!..............Except my offer,………………..or return to the dungeons and the Bishop and his Guards.”

 

[LadyRozes]

“I fear my dear that our time is coming to a close you must make your decision!..............Except my offer,………………..or return to the dungeons and the Bishop and his Guards.”

Kiliandra's body was quite aware of the one engulfing her frame. She knew that he was probably lesser of the two evils, at least he didnt stink, or appear vastely disgusting.. in fact the Count appeared to be quite the opposite. He seemed very strict.. it was evident that he had some military background, his deamor and the hardess of his frame..She was very distinctly aware of how he near he was to her.

His hand on her wrist, the tunic grazing her chest, everything seemed very sensitive and she was accutely aware of what he suggested and the reactions she was giving.. She closed her eyes and thought about what he offered her.. she knew that soon she would know this person crushing her more intimately then she knew any other before ..

Suddenly the beatings she had endured in the dungeon weaved heavily on her. Kiliandra forced herself to stay aloft, she knew now that the adrenaline that had made her fight in the dungeon and stay firm in the counts office was draining...

IT would not be too long before she would lose her strength..

Kiliandra looked at the Count then slowly lowered her eyes and nodded knowing there was no other choice offered to her, what could she do now.. there was nothing she could do.. no where she could run..

As her mind pondered this decision she finally voiced a small hope, " I will agree to what you ask of me, but only if I may request one small thing in return... When you can.. will you take me back to my home, so that my brothers may know .. I live..." She hurriedly continued.." they need not know our arrangement.. I simply wished them no more pain than I have already caused them.."

She looked into his dark eyes pleading with him silently. She didnt care about the consequences of her actions, she knew if she was alive then there was hope that one day she would be able to help somehow..

 

[cgraven]

Kiliandra looked at the Count then slowly lowered her eyes and nodded all the fight seemed to drain from the young beauty in that moment of surrender. There was a deep sadness in her soft violet eyes.

" I will agree to what you ask of me, but only if I may request one small thing in return... When you can.. will you take me back to my home, so that my brothers may know .. I live..."

But before Boris could answer the defeated little beauty hurriedly continued.

.." they need not know our arrangement.. I simply wished them no more pain than I have already caused them.."

Kiliandra voice trembled as she spoke, trailed off leaving her thoughts hanging, slowly she lifted her tear shimmering eyes, looked into his dark eyes, pleading with him silently.

“No they need not know of our arrangement My lady, and if it becomes possible I shall take you back to your home.”

The bargain was struck, the Count’s lips brushed Kiliandra’s, the tip of his tongue glided over her full ripe lower lip, the even ridge of her teeth, to slip within the young beauty’s chaste mouth to sample the girl’s sweetness for the first time. With that kiss, The lady Kiliandra died and Juliandara, a common tart, Concubine to Count Rasputin was born.

 

[LadyRozes]

“No they need not know of our arrangement My lady, and if it becomes possible I shall take you back to your home.”

Before the Count's words had sunk in Kiliandra was suddenly aware of the fact that the count was less than an inch from her very nude form.. and he hadnt hesitated in acting on their arrangement.

Still Kiliandra was shocked and more than a little scared by what was happening. She acutely felt his moist toungue surround her lips and then enter her mouth.

She had to instinctively fight herself from pushing him away from her. She was honor bound to fullfill every whim of the Counts. She only hopes that it would not only be her body that he wanted.. surely she had other skills he would call upon..

Her one hand was still in his tight grip and she could no more move it than she could run away from his office. Her one hand went between thier bodies and again she swallowed the urge to push him away and she instead intwined her hand tightly in his rough tunic.

The pressure of which were grazing upon her nipples of her breasts which caused them to turn into small little pebbles.. Her breasts which had never been seen by anyone before were being crushed against the count's tunic.

She couldnt tell if it was the fear of what was to come or the possible belief that she was going to live and survive this night.

Her hair which had been in a plait many days ago now was now a mess and the tie had been lost in the tussel with the guards earlier that eve, now with her sudden movements her hair was slowly unraveling letting loose her long long unruly raven locks.

She had no idea what the Count wanted now but one thing was appearent was that she could no longer deny him anything.. she was in all essense his...