The Spoils Of War

[Troglodyte]

OOC: General Zarkov. 6'6" 275 pounds. Bald. Piercing black eyes. Body scarred from years of battle.


IC:


I could still hear the screams through the windows of the palace. My warriors were running wild through the streets, looting and raping and pillaging. They were entitled. The war had been long and bloody, but we had finally emerged victorious. To the voctor goes the spoils, as the old saying went.


As general and now ruler of the entire Kingdom, my spoils were particularly sweet. The late king had three lovely daughters. The young princesses were now chained in my private quarters, to do with as I pleased.

My mouth watered with anticipation.....

 

[Marie Lavallois]

OOC: Mary, 5'5", curvy bust and hips, long blonde hair, blue eyes, 25 years old

IC:

Mary pulled to hard against the restraints that red arcs cut into the thin skin on the inside of her wrists. What injustice! Before this vile war, she had been next in line for the throne, destined to be Queen Mary, and give her husband a kingdom with her maidenhood.

 

[papillon24]

Lania

OOC: Lania is the youngest of the sisters at the age of 21. She stands about 5'7 with long dark hair to her waist. Eyes are a peircing green with a sliverish tint. Slender but a full bust.

IC: I watched my sisters struggle with the restraints as tears began to fall from my eyes. I had given up a few moments before due to the burning of the chains around my wrists.

This cruel war had destroyed everything for me and my sisters. I just wished I had known where mama and papa were taken a few hours ago. The possibilities ran through my head. They were either locked up or even dead. I tried my hardest to push the last possibility out of my head.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

OOC:

Shana:

The middle sister, standing at 5 ft 6, long red hair with hazel eyes.
She's slender, feminine and yet well toned.
Shana was the quietest of the sisters:
Neither the oldest and thus in line for the throne, nor the youngest and apt to be indulged, Shana is the thoughtful, reflective sister, taking after her mother, rather than sharing the impulsive nature of her sisters.

IC:

Shana stood silent and pale.
Her eyes darted around the room, which was serving as their prison.
She watched the door anticipating and dreading the time when it would open.

She knew their parents could not help them and closed her mind resolutely to what might have happened to them, especially her dear gentle mama ...

Shana pressed her eyes shut and tried to stop the rising panic.
Beside her she heard her sisters pulling at the chains, chains that were biting into their wrists, marring their soft skin.
Shana tried to speak but could not.
She merely shook her head and wished that they would stop ... stop before they caused themselves more injury.
She had accepted long ago that they could not pull free of the grasping metal locks.
She could only guess at their fate now.

Shana bit her lip as she fought for control.
This was a nightmare ... and it had only just begun ...

 

[Neco Apreal]

(is this an open thread?)

 

[Troglodyte]

Zarkov

I spent a leisurely day in the baths, washing away the sweat and the gore from my battle ravaged body. There was no hurry. My brides weren't going anywhere. And I wanted to be fresh and rested for the evening ahead.

I ate well, but did not gorge. The mood in the crowded dining hall was boisterous. Each of my men had a tale to tell of the exquisite women of Saderia. Each recount was more ribald than the one before it. I decided I was going to like ruling this realm.

At an early hour, I arose and man my departure. My exit was greeted by much good-natured ribbing. The daughters of King Simeon were known far and wide for their beauty. Tonight, they would be mine.


I entered the Royal Bed Chamber. I did not say a word.

Instead, I examined each of the sisters.

Mary. Lania. Shana.

Their lovliness was unmistakable, but it was the only thing they shared. The contrast between them was striking. Same father, different queens. It was a good policy. One I intended to follow.

Mary glared at me angrily. If eyes were daggers, I would be bleeding from a thousand cuts right now. She was her father's daughter, and would kill me at the first opportunity.

She was welcome to try. Others had. Not all of my scars came from battle.

Shana would not look at me. Her eyes were clenched tight, as if that would make all the nightmares go away.



It won't, young one... I thought. It won't...



Only the youngest cried. Even filled with tears, I was struck by the beauty of Lania's eyes. A man could lose himself in her eyes. One look and I was almost lost myself. I decided she was the most dangerous of the sisters.

"I am Zarkov," I said, even though I knew I did not need an introduction. "I am your new Lord. Serve me well and live. Serve me well, and your sons will be kings. Fail me, and...."


I didn't finish the thought, I just held up my meaty hands, the same hands I had used to strangle their father....

 

[Marie Lavallois]

"What a statement?" Mary spoke up. "My sons were destined to be kings reguardless of your cruel tactics."

He took a closer look at the sister shackled to a chair by the fire. The crackling flames matched her intensity. She had been on horseback when General Zarlov's men caught up with her. The regiment under her command killed many of his soldiers, but in the end, his numbers overwhelmed her. Mary still wore her battle gear, a leather jerkin over a wide plain skirt suited for riding a horse.

The men who brought her to this room untied the laces of her jerkin, and let it hang open so that the General could see the semi-circles of her breasts.

The General took a step in her direction. She spat at his face, but the drop of liquid hate landed at his feet.

 

[Troglodyte]

Zarkov

"Charming," I said. I took the tip of my finger and wiped the saliva from the floor. Then I raised my fingertip to my mouth.

"My first taste of you, Mary," I said. "It won't be my last."

I placed my hands between her legs and forced them apart.

"I could take you now," I said. "I could ride you like you rode that stallion today. Long and hard. But I prefer to start with something softer. "


"Besides, it's clear you will be sickened by the sight of me taking your sisters. And that thought brings me mearly as much pleasure as the act itself...."

 

[Paendragon]

OOC:

Captain Thayer
Captain in the General's army
Giant of a man...
6'8" in height
250 lbs
Black hair, piercing blue eyes.

Not sure where this is going to go, since I won't be interfering in the castle. If no one else joins, I'll delete the post so as no to throw off the thread. Thanks for letting me join Troglodite!

IC:

Pacifying the city was bloody business. There were still bands of renegades roaming the streets who refused to surrender. He left the last batch hanging from the outside of a shop around the corner. He found that public displays of power works best among the masses, to dissuade any of the commoners from following the renegades examples. So far, it had worked beautifully. The Genral usually used him for this sort of work, not because he enjoyed it, but because he was good at it. People feared him. The public, and his men, both.

Now that their little corner of the city was secure, the men were out doing their thing. Not him, however. He didn't much care for the looting. He was looking for something a little more... interesting...

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Shana

Shana had glimpsed the man who had declared himself their Lord as he entered the chamber.
He looked strong and mean.
She quivered and pressed her eyes shut, her mind filled with his voice, his vile words.

"I am Zarkov. I am your new Lord. Serve me well and live. Serve me well, and your sons will be kings. Fail me, and...."

Shana did not want to bear sons.
She did not want to bear this man's sons.
She flinched as she heard Mary hurl her response.
Beside her Lania's sobs increased as Zarkov refused to be quelled by Mary's hatred.

Shana herself almost gasped as she watched her proud sister's legs wrenched apart.

"I could take you now.
I could ride you like you rode that stallion today.
Long and hard. But I prefer to start with something softer. "

Shana closed her eyes, trying to will her mind far away.
Trying to recapture a time, before the war, before all this hatred ...

"Besides, it's clear you will be sickened by the sight of me taking your sisters.
And that thought brings me mearly as much pleasure as the act itself...."

That voice, his voice cut through her consciousness.
God. What did he mean to do?
And yet she knew. Knew what was inevitable.
How could she bare it?
It would be bad enough to bare herself, but her sisters ...?
She glanced down at Lania who's body shook in renewed distress.
If only she could reach out and comfort her...
For the first time, she pulled against her bonds, instinctively trying to draw near to her sobbing sister.

 

[papillon24]

Lania

I watched as the man entered the room and spoke harshly to all of us. His hands roamed my sisters body

"No!" The words escaped my lips before I could hold them back. The tears then began to fall from my eyes as I realized my fate.

"You monster...what have you done with my father? I demand to know. " I felt the tears of fear turn to those of hatred as I pulled once again on the restraints.

 

[Troglodyte]

Zarkov

"You monster...what have you done with my father? I demand to know. " Lania said.

Unlike her warrior sister, this one had been taken in her chamber while she slept. She was dressed only in a thin, filmy nightdress that revealed more than it concealed. Her lush young body showed great promise.

"Your father is no longer a concern," I snarled. "I have sent him to his ancestors. His death was quick and merciful. I thus honored him. You have more pressing things to concern you, child."

I took the key and freed her from her shackles. She screamed as I lifted her onto my shoulder.

"Come, little Lania," I said. "It's time to celebrate my great victory."


With cruel barbaric laughter I carried her over to the bed.....

 

[papillon24]

Lania

With the news of my father's passing the tears came strong. It could not be true. Papa could not be gone.

I felt his stong hands release me from my shackles and lift me up. My arms beat upon his back and my legs kicked as I llok back to my sisters. I knew my fate but I was not going to lose my maidenhood willingly.

He flung my body down onto the bed tearing the only covering from my body revealing everything. I backed away along the bed to get away from the monster, my arms covering my breats the best I could.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Shana

"Your father is no longer a concern.
I have sent him to his ancestors.
His death was quick and merciful. I thus honored him."

The voice announced coldly.

Shana pressed her eyes shut stemming the tears that threatened.
She would not dwell on the nature of her father's death.
At least it had been merciful.
At least he would not live to know how his daughters were defiled.

"Come, little Lania.
It's time to celebrate my great victory."

Her eye flew open at the sound of her little sister's scream.
She watched unable to turn away as she was flung on the bed and her flimsy garment torn from her.

"Dear God ... no ... "

She whispered under her breath as Lania's terror filled eyes locked with hers.
She was powerless?
How could she help her little sister?
Helplessly she shook her head and tried to will her sister to be calm and not antagonise the visicious brute who stood ready to rape her.
Shana could only guess at how terrible the ordeal might be if Lania chose to antagonise him still further.

Desperately, Shana threw an entreating look over at Mary.
Her elder sister tore once more against her chains.
One was still, one struggled and yet neither could free Lania from the fate this man seemed intent of forcing upon each of them!

 

[Troglodyte]

Zarkov

Lania struggled mightily as I carried her, but her small fists made no impression on my battle-leathered skin. Casually, I tossed her onto the soft mattress. Then, with a single motion, I tore the thin garment from her body.

"Exquisite," I said, staring at her pampered white skin. I felt my manhood swell at the sight. It was a simple act to free it. A simple tug and my loincloth fluttered to the floor. Lania froze at the sight of my cock. Most did. One night in a Dhangian brothel it took the hands of four harlots to completely grasp my shaft.

For one young sheltered princess, the thought of what was to come must have frightened her to the brink of insanity.

On either side of me, I could hear her sisters fighting against their bonds, trying desperately to break free. It was futile. The steel in the shakles was enchanted, therefore well-nigh unbreakable.

"Patience, ladies," I smirked. "Your turns are coming."


With that I advanced to the bed and took the cowering princess in my arms....

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Shana

"Patience, ladies, your turns are coming."

Shana pressed herself against the wall and turned her head.
She would not look.
She would not watch.
If only she did not have to hear his hateful voice.

She closed her eyes repeating her mantra over and over.
The words dancing through her brain as she tried to blot out the horror of the acts that had happened to her family and the acts that she and her sisters were yet to endure...

 

[Marie Lavallois]

Mary furiously pulled at her cuffs as she wished for a blade to cut off her little fingers so she could slip out of the cuffs. Hate so empowered her at that moment that she dould have strangled the man with only four fingers on each hand.

She looked to Shana, who averted her head from their sister's rape. Perhaps there was something they could do while the general was occupied.

 

[papillon24]

Lania

I wastched as he revealed himself fully infront of me. I could not even imagine what was about to happen. I looked towards my sisters trying to calm myself. For a moment Shana's eyes met with mine and my body calmed but soon she turned her head away. I could not understand why.

I watched this monster as he came across the bed. I tried to move away but soon hit the wall. His hand grabbed at my body and soon pulled up against his chest. I froze and closed my eyes to block the tears but still they came.

 

[Paendragon]

Captain Thayer

Movement caught his eye in the bakery on the corner, about fifteen paces from where he was standing.

All civillians were supposed to have been evacuated to the city square... so who the hell was this?

He drew his long dagger, and crept forward. Anyone still here, had no goodwill in mind, and would find the point of his knife in their throats.

He pressed himself against the side of the building, and listened. It was no small thing for a man his size to move quietly, but he had been trained well. He had began his career as a child assassin, employed to rid the General of any rival that he would not deign to face on the battlefield. Mostly the pompous nobility.

When his size had made stealth more difficult, his skill at dealing out death made the military the logical next step. he had been given a commission by the General, for his years of faithful service.

Till, the lessons he learned as an assassin were always present. Sometimes, stealth and secrecy can destroy what an army cannot.

He heard a floorboard squeak, and followed it toward the door. The door opened partially.... slowly.

He grimaced, and grew tired of this. This was no warrior. He stepped back and kicked the door in, sending whomever was behind it crashing across the floor. He pushed the door aside - it was now hanging loosely from a cracked doorframe - and stepped into the bakery.

What he saw surprised him. A woman looked up at him.

She was beautiful.

OOC: I had someone PM me about the woman, but she's disappeared, so if anyone wants in, go for it.

 

[Lady Topaz]

ooc- name: Josephine age: 20 description: long curly raven black hair, deep emerald green eyes, 5ft5 slim and curvy, but athletic.

IC

the impact knocked her to the floor, and took the wind out of her. But as quick as a flash she was back on her feet, a silver and jewel encrusted dagger in her hand.

She wore a simple forest green silk dress that was sleeveless and had a slit in the side that ran all the way up to her side, and of such good quality that it rivaled what the royalty wore. Silver armbands with precious jewels decorated her upper arms, and were trademarks of her craft. Her long raven black hair fell in loose curls down her back.

"I know who you are."

 

[Paendragon]

Captain Thayer

He eyed the girl warily. As he would anyone with a blade pointed at him.

"Do you now, little girl..." he said, grinning. If she truly knew who he was, than it was foolish to pull a knife on him. "Then I suggest you put that dagger away and tell me why you're hiding here. Keep pointing it at me, and I might get nervous. We wouldn't want that, now, would we?"

It would be a shame to have to kill her... she truly was beautiful.

He forced himself to ignore her beauty, now. And would until she complied.

If she did not...

...well, things might just get interesting after all.

 

[Lady Topaz]

Her blade didn't waver as he spoke.

"Me hiding? In my own village? Now that is interesting. As for my dagger, I think I'll keep it right where its at." she spoke softly, yet with determination. She inched backwards towards the rear door of the bakery.

She watched him, and knew what her actions may cost, but it was well worth the gamble, afterall, she couldn't let the contents of her velvet pouch, which was tied securely to her belt, fall into enemy hands.

 

[Paendragon]

"The hard way, then," he growled, and pulled out a second dagger, to go with the long bladed one he held on her. He stepped forward smoothly, with a grace that seemed to contradict his size.

The woman moved steadily toward the back of the bakery, no doubt toward a back door. Or possibly, an ally.

His brow furrowed. If there was another one here, things could get tricky. He didn't doubt his skills... he just wanted her alive. If there were more than one, then it would become a fight for survival, and if that were the case... he wouldn't hold back.

He stepped forward quickly, and slashed the long dagger at her, testing her defenses...


OOC: Lady Topaz, you have a PM from me.

 

[Troglodyte]

Zarkov

Normally, I would take my time with such a tender morsel as the beautiful girl helplessly writhing beneath me. But tonight was not a night for patience. There was too much pleasure to look forward to. Glancing at her chained sister, I felt like little Lania might merely be the appetizer to the finest feast of my life.


It only took one hand to pin her arms over her head. I took my other hand and spat into the palm of it. Then I used my saliva to lubricate my throbbing cock. I knew Lania would be dry.


At the beginning, at least.

The moment was at hand. I directed my cock between her tiny pussy lips.


"Do you have anything to say, child?" I asked. "Any words of love before I make you a woman?"

 

[papillon24]

Lania

"Your a monster, a horrible man" I screamed as he used his spit to mmoisten my pussy. I tried to escape but the pressure he applied to my wrists was aslmost painful. I looked to my sisters with pleading eyes.

"Sissy, help me." My legs flailed as I screamed. I could feel his cock as it pressed against my opening. Not this was. It couldn't be happening this way. I closed my eyes as I struggled and tried to imagin happier thoughts.