Pagan's of the Black Forest.

[Ravenloft]

Aric:

Aric saw the terror and pain in Desmonia's eyes, all the while, his brethren were forcing him to watch. He knew if he struggled he would die, but he could not stand to see his goddess taken like this a moment longer. "Theodoric!" He spat venomously. "I'll kill you for this..." He growled. "Face me..." The knife drew closer to his throat, ment to silence him, but he would not be silenced by anything short of death... "Face me!" He barked, trying to tug an arm free, only to have it wrenched back painfully, and his hair pulled so his head was forced back, and he knew in another few seconds they would slit his throat... "Face me...." He growled, showing none of the pain he was feeling.

 

[LipstickKitten]

Desmonia

As I was pulled roughly from Aric's arms, he was made captive, bound by ropes, forced to his knees, a blade at his throat. I pulled at the forces around me but my power was depleted from the ritual. I was helpless.

The Visigoth leader dismounted from his steed and bore down on me. I cringed at the lustful rage I beheld in his eyes. The cries of my clan assailed me and I trembled in fear and despair.

The men holding me threw me to the ground, pinning my arms and legs, opening me to this madman. I could see loathing in Aric's eyes as the vile creature put a sword to my throat, the cold steel resting between my breasts. He lowered himself to my sex, roughly putting his mouth to the area that had been so tenderly loved by Aric so short a time previous. His teeth drew painfully upon my bud, his tongue forcing itself into me and I cried out. The cheering of the savages competed with the cries of my clan and I prayed to The Goddess for strength and for protection of the life growing within me.

Then the beast rose and pulled his breeches from him, his manhood proudly waving in the cold morning air. He growled as he forced his way into me, tearing my flesh in his rape. The pain was incredible and I shrieked in agony, feebly trying to pull my arms from the men who held me. Aric struggled with his captors, the blade pricking his throat drawing blood. I fought to remain conscious as he repeatedly tore into my body, his hands and mouth fierce on my breasts, Aric's voice ringing in my ears.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Theodoric

Her sweet folds were sundered as I ran her gates. her helpless muscles resisting yet incouraging my lust. The hot bath of her blood upon my unwelcomed invader fueling the fire raging in my loins. I attacked her passage like a legion gone wild. Running amok within her unwilling depths. Relishing her defeat and defilement; her holy passage rent, split, torn, before my power.

Her lover, screaming with the hatered of a fool. I laughed as I drove his mate. Savoring my victory over him. It was almost as if I was more raping his masculinity as I was her body propper. "To... the... victor.., go... the... spoils... of... war..., Aric!..." I shouted, emphasizing every thrust into her succulent channel.

Roaring in victory I fired my flaming pitch deep into the witch's womb. My seed, her blood, and her unvolnteered, stolen passion mixed together deep with in her body. A concoction, so potent, so wonderful. Now this, this was true magic. The magic of force of arms and animal lust. The power of the conqueror over the conquered. Orgasmic victory, and mine.

Standing, I dribbled a sticky rope of semen and blood over Desmonia as I slowly, but roughly left her. "Take her, take them all," I said quietly as I turned to Aric. Fixing him with a smile of the ceasars. "Aric, my young fool," I hissed, flicking my eyes into the eyes of the man holding the knife to his throat, "my son, there is a great price to be paid for defeat. Watching my taking of her was only the beginning for you. You will live long enough to wish upon your cock for death." Turning from him I threw my head back in a roaring laughter that split the moring air.

 

[Ravenloft]

Aric:

A mixture of hatered, disgust, and bereft sadness crossed Aric's face. "I'll kill you..." He tried to say this in a growl but it was a choked sob. His eyes went cold as he pushed the pain of his emotions down into the pit of his stomach, focusing only on his hatered, letting it fuel him. "I'll kill you Theodoric." The cold certainty in his voice chilled even him. The goths bore him to his feet and marched him forcibly back to the camp. They had separated him from Desmonia, and it was like a cold knife to his heart, he felt weak and sick now, but he was cold with hate and would not show his weakness... Already he was looking... His eyes fell upon the sheathed knife of one of the men holding him captive, thinking of the cold satisfaction he would feel, driving that blade deep into Theodoric's heart. That was when the smile began to form on his lips, a wolfish, smile as he licked his lips.

 

[LipstickKitten]

Desmonia

As the vile creature left her, he was laughing the most hateful laugh she'd ever heard.

She was no longer being held down by the Visigoth men, but she needn't be. Her body was trembling violently from the assault, racked in pain and shock. She lay in a mixture of fluids, much of which was her own blood. She felt defiled, sickened at the overpowering lust of the man who had had his way with her, who had for the moment broken her spirit.

She lapsed in and out of consciousness, barely recognizing the fact that she had been roughly clothed and was again being carried by a foul-smelling man. The pain in her belly was slicing through her and she feared for the life within, comforted only by the words of The Goddess and Horned One, that this child would be a great leader. Surely, she would not lose it with that prediction having been so soundly stated.

She felt lost, aware only that her clan was once again captive. Her powers were all but gone in her weakened condition. She could merely tell that Aric was somewhere close. She could feel rage emanating from him. That knowledge comforted her as she once again lost consciousness.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Theodoric

The march back to camp was a sweet trot. I smiled from my saddle. A delightful vengence for the escape forming in my mind, and spreading a cold smile across my lips. I almost laughed at the delisciousness of the plan. "Why just kill him without demonstrating him first?" I asked myself in a silent whisper.

Reachign the camp I dismounted, before my foot hit the ground I bellowed my commands, "Bring the witches and their hero, to my tent. I have some entertainment planned for them," I added with a hiss and a serpent's grin. "I will be there soon, keep them all still."

Not bothering to explain myself I strode off through the camp grabbing a bottle on my way. The dark smile still at my lips.

 

[LipstickKitten]

Desmonia

Desmonia woke in a strange tent amid various and sundry supplies. She gingerly rose to her feet and walked unsteadily to the opening. Watching from within, she surveyed her people being rounded up and herded to one end of the camp. She tried "reaching" out to her sister, to Aric, to Kesten, to anyone within reach but her pain inhibited her powers. She needed her herbs to aid her healing.

Then she saw "him," the one who had defiled her. Her skin crawled as she watched him barking orders, drawing from a bottle of spirits as he swaggered. Rage began seeping through her limbs, energy appearing from nowhere, as she slipped from the tent and moved toward him.

She skirted some of the barbarians, hiding behind a wagon, then smelled the roasting of meats. Spying the cook tent, she stole to an opening and scurried in. To her relief there was no one about, but all of the instruments used to feed an army were at her disposal. She found a small knife and hid it in her waistband, quickly moving outside the tent and toward her attacker, vengeance robbing her of any rational thought.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Theodoric

My plan for Aric's punishment still forming in my mind. It had to be done though. The escape was not to be passed over lightly. I grinned as I lifted the bottle of resolve to my lips.

I heard a sudden rush of footfalls behind me. My eyes darted, at the sound. I caught the glimpse of steel in sunlight behind me. HOlding still I waited, not tipping my hand.

As the blade rose, I whirled around catching a tiny wrist in an iron fist. I jerked the young witch from her feet by the wrist. The bladde slicing only empty air as I passed over my shoulder. rolling her over my back, hanging on to her wrist, my figners biting her flesh. She landed full well on her back, mud splattering from her impact. The small knife jarring from her squozen grip. Landing impotently in the mud.

"Well, my pretty," I spat in her face, "I wonder where you came from?" I asked retorically. Pulling her off the ground by her hair, into a sitting position. "Little girls shouldn't play with sharp objects, little bitches like you could get stabbed!" I yelled into her ear.

Laughing loudly I drug her by the hair, her arms and legs flailing wonderfully as she kicked her way through the mud. Tossing her into a pile of muddied horse feed I dove on top of her, "Just couldn't get enough of a real man, could you?" I asked coldly as My legs pried hers open and I adjusted myself to the familiarity of her form. Her skirt riding up as I advanced between her flaingn legs. "You are so sweet to come looking for me, I am honored," I laughed in her face as my manhood pressed against its mark.

 

[LipstickKitten]

Desmonia

I had crept up on him, as a huntress would her prey, intending to carve out his heart. But just as I raised my arm, he spun around and halted its progress. It was as if he were the wind forcing a leaf to the ground. His powerful grip threw me down into the ground, the blade wrenched from my grasp.

Just as suddenly, he had pulled me by my hair and was ranting at me, pulling my squirming body away to the animal supplies, thrusting me upon the feed, then flattening me with his own body.

He had moved between my legs, as he had the first time, and was again prone to rape me. My rage boiled over and I "pushed" outward, flinging him away. He landed on his back with a whooshing grunt.

I rose and faced him, wiping his spittle from my mouth. He regarded me with surprise, warily rising from the ground.

"Don't you dare touch me again," I spat at him. "I will regain my strength and you will die."

 

[Swashbuckler]

Theodoric

I was almost amazed as I landed on the ground. The little bitch's words peppering my ears. My eyes blazed with venom and hate as I sprung to my feet, the back of my hand crashing hard into her jaw sending her sprawling. "My pretty," I snarled through clenched teeth, "you don't have it to kill. You have nothing!" I say as I plant a boot into her side rolling her through the mud.

"You are mine now, my willing wench," I laugh as land a boot on her neck. "All I have to do is stand, and all your troubles will be over," pausing to let my words take effect. "I do not think that I will be so generous," I say as I grab a flying wrist and seize it in a iron cage hand.

"I offer you a choice," I hiss eyes gleaming with vengence. "You can surrender to me, or I throw you to everyone of my men, that ought to loosen your slut legs to me by the time they are through!"

 

[LipstickKitten]

Desmonia

The speed with which he moved and struck me was as if magic-aided. I lay sprawled in the mud, his boot at my neck. His words were indeed chilling.

I panted, my mind unfocused, as my rage increased. The pressure on my neck reminded me of his threat. I knew I could "push" him back again but eventually his brute strength would outlast my weakened powers.

His ultimatum chilled my rage. I envisioned myself passed from man to man. How would my unborn child survive the repeated assaults? My body shuddered as I unleashed my rage, resignation apparent in my face.

"I yield," I whispered up to him, making no choice. Yet a plan was taking shape in the hazy mists of my mind.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Theodoric

"I yield." her words coming as resignation filled her face. I grinned in triumph, "I thought so, but make your choice, wench," I growled as I pulled a dagger from my belt and held it to her throat as I pulled her to a sitting position, her ass sinking softly in the mud. Leaning in so that our noses almost touched, "Well, witch?!?" I demanded gruffly. "Me or us all?" I asked in a soft threatening command, as if ordering men to a charge at superior numbers.

I could feel her fear, there was somethign she was hiding from me. Something that I could use agasint her. And I would...

 

[LipstickKitten]

Desmonia

The dagger prickled my throat, blood rising to the slight welt. His voice was soft in his threat, his eyes feasting on my own. He held me with those eyes, his voice commanding my choice from me.

I yearned to look away but could not. I began to tremble, my fear now overtaking me.

"I...c...cannot choose. My body belongs to my chosen. It is n...not mine to give away freely."

He pulled me to my feet, holding my hands in one, his other holding the blade to my throat. I knew if I did not choose, my child would be in jeopardy.

"Please do not do this," I whispered, knowing in my heart it was futile.

"If I must make a choice between savagery at the hands of many versus at the hands of one, I would choose one." The words left my throat as a feather floats in the breeze.

I closed my eyes at the triumph in his own as he turned, dragging me behind him.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Theodoric

Smiling at her defeat, revelling in her imminent defilement, "I knew you could not resist a champion, no woman can be satsified with any plethory of lesser men." I told her as I pulled her lips at dagger point to mine in a rough kiss.

Breaking our kiss and dropping her toher knees, "You say it is not yours to give," I laugh coldly, "but I assure you that soon you could not give it to your defeated hero." Tugging her hair sharply, pulling her lips level with the large swell in my breeches, "Now, my little preistess, let us see if you can truely worship, your new and true god!" I emphasize my point with a thrust of hips against her face and the flat of the dagger warning her throat.

 

[LipstickKitten]

Desmonia

His kiss was rough, not at all a thing of pleasure as it burned into my lips. I struggled to break free from him, but the sharp point at my throat quelled my efforts.

He forced me to my knees, level with his bulging manhood, and I knew what he wanted. He wished to humiliate me in front of his men and my clan by taking his pleasure from me in the open. His words penetrated the fog that had fallen over me.

"You say it is not yours to give, but I assure you that soon you could not give it to your defeated hero."

My head jerked up at this, glaring at him. I had to do something or Aric would perish. Must I yield to this vile creature?

"Now, my little preistess, let us see if you can truely worship, your new and true god!"

He jerked me forward by my hair, pain erupting in my scalp. The bulge in his breeches had grown and he thrust into my face while bringing the blade flat to my throat, nearly choking me. I place my hands in front of me, gently massaging him as I looked up at him with a tear-streaked face.

"M...my Lord," I uttered, "surely you would have better enjoyment in the warmth of a tent, away from the drizzle and cold."

My hand curved over the length of his bulge, grasping him and stroking while moving my other hand between his legs and cupping his scrotum with a gentle squeeze.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Theodoric

Her pleads and tearstained voice coupled so wonderfully with her hands on my throbbing shaft and sack. "Preistess," I said softly, "you will find that I prefer niehter warmth nor trappings of civilization. I am a wanderer on the fringes of the world," hissing and pressing the blade tighter to emphasize my power looming over her fate, "and take my pleasures wherever they find me. It was you show chose this setting, well enough for a battle, equally suitable for the spoils of victory!" I yell jerking her face hard against my shaft. Seeing no reason to hear her voice again, I use her lips, by manipulating her hair to part the folds in my breeches. Freeing my spear to the air and pressing it forth to silence her pittiful whining.

Gazing down as her tears course down her cheeks, raining against my shaft. Her eyes clenched in sob and revulsion over her own defeat. How perfect she looked in her humiliation. This was splendid to behold.

 

[LipstickKitten]

Desmonia

His hissing voice and menacing words threw me into a near panic. My fear was becoming palpable and I fought to overcome it.

When his manhood was released, I flinched away, horrified at what he intended. I began to leach what energies I could gather from the surrounding forest and savages about us. I bided my time as I grew in strength.

"Y...you are a vile creature. I neither chose this setting nor the battle. I was chosen to fulfill destiny and complete the sacred ritual. You have no power over me."

My strength had increased for one attempt and one attempt only. I focused and threw energies down and out, freeing myself from the blade and throwing him once again onto his back. I turned and ran, dodging heathens, making it to the forest's edge. I stumbled until my legs could no longer carry me, collapsing against a tree, all awareness gone, the blackness of unconsciousness a welcome relief.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Theodoric

I landed on my back again, her magick throwing me off her. "Bitch!" i bellowed as I pulled myself to my feet. My hand finding an ox yoke as I rose. "Guards, you fools!" I yelled as I lept to the chase. A smile of delight, they broke so much more sweetly when their hatered was high. This was wonderful.

My lip curled into a snarl of hell as I ran after her. Her small legs furiously churning as she dodged my men and made it othe edge of the woods. Leading the bounding men in her pursuit I sung the yoke to break small limbs to clear my path. I could hear her pants of exertion, I could hear the brush clawing at her legs as she ran. The shouts of the goths ringing out through the curtain of emerald leaves shot through by streams of light and shadow.

Suddenly, the noise of a small groan and the heavy thud of skull and oak. I slowed my steps and parted the last canopy of leaves to find her lying prostrate, face slumped over a thick root of a giant tree. My smile broadened as I stood over her. Her skirt curled by her fall, revealing an expanse of delightful thigh. I rubbed a meaty finger and thumb across my chin as I inspected my trophy of the hunt. I could feel every beat of my heart pounding in my unreleaved cock.

Kneeling down I slid her head trough the yoke and used the draw sting belt of her dress and a small expanse of rope to bind her wrists to the ends of the yoke. "That ought to slow you down, my pretty," I whispered to the trees as I finished. My private celebrations were halted as the trees split and my men came rushing to us. I dropped her to the forest floor like a carcass as I rose to face the men. I saw the one who had brung her to camp, his eyes wide and filled with fear. Without a thought I flicked a dagger through one of his wild staring eyes. He twitched as the blood sprayed the green canvas and fell heavilly to the floor. "Is this how we guard our quarry?" I asked looking down over his fallen form. Bending to retrieve my blade, I yelled, "Bring the wench!" She was lifted by her shoulder adn drug back towards camp. Grabbing one of my men, "Run ahead and start the forge." I whispered in his ear s I followed the throng. He nodded and broke into a run ahead of us. My laughter roaring through the quaking leaves of the forest.

 

[LipstickKitten]

Desmonia

She groaned as she woke and realized she couldn't move, not a muscle. Her arms were stationary, in a raised position, her head immobile. Her feet likewise were pinned. She could see nothing but dirt beneath her. If she carefully moved her head down, she could see bark. Yes, she was bent over a tree trunk. She began to panic. He'd found her again.

Oh, foolish, foolish woman. You've gone and made things worse for yourself.

She turned her head to either side but her vision was blocked by the wood holding her immobile. She was trapped in a yoke.

She was so weak, she could not use her "sight" to see what was going on. She had to rely on her mortal senses. She could hear a crackling sound and smelled charred wood. So there was a campfire. She could smell something else burning, an oily smell she could not identify.

Then she heard him. His laughter was unmistakable. He was such a loathsome creature, she couldn't believe he was kin to Aric, the most tender, loving man she had encountered. She began to struggle, trying to work her way out of the bindings that held her, but she was held fast.

He spoke, his voice chilling her to her marrow.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Theodoric

"Ah," I cooed, my voice tinged with diabolic delight, "so you have awakened at last. I was so very afraid that you would sleep through the whole thing. tsk tsk," I said mockingly as I knelt to wave a finger before Desmonia's eyes, "And that would never do for such a celebration..., No?" I asked with a laugh to be answered by a few half drunken laughs from my comrades.

The smoldeing white hot embers in the forge popped menacingly just out of her sight. A thick caloused hand gently caressed her cheek as I whispered in her ear, "Now Desmonia, my sweet, let me show you something." I rose up patting her disheveled hair on the top of her head and signaled with an upraised hand and two fingers.

The heavy trot of my horse's hooves loomed closer to her. Stopping with a snort at my side I coaxed the powerful beast onto its haunches so that she could see, "Do you see that small cross of spears, my dear?" I asked softly lifting her hair to focus her eyes as I jutted a beefy finger towards the brand on The charger's rump. She did not answer, a sharp intake of breath was all she could manage. "That my fair, means mine." I said flatly dropping her head. Slapping my stallion and setting him on his way, there were some things that animals find unappealing to witness, so I sent my old freind on his way with a merciful swat.

I stepped round by the forge and stirred it with a poker. The searing heat rising to my warm my smile in te reflective glow of white coals. "Desmonia, my dear, for every action we take there is a consequence. You have twice now tried to escape, as it is the perogative of every prisoner to attempt that, so be it. However, you failed to achieve your goal. Therefor, you must pay a price, no?" I asked retorically. Setting the poker aside, its red hot tip clanging loudly to the ground only a scare foot from her face. Its glow reddening her cheek as her face grew a deliscious palor.

 

[LipstickKitten]

Desmonia

The laughter of his men chilled me to the bone as a fire raged behind me. His face came into view as he talked to me. I tried to back away but was stopped by the yoke. He roughly caressed my cheek as I attempted to pull away, enraged by his treatment of me.

I shuddered as he brought the horse into view, pointing to the branding mark. It was then as he spoke that I realized what the odor had been that I could not recognize before. A branding iron. He meant to brand me, to mark me as his own. I began to tremble, whimpering in my fear.

He strode from my view and I felt the fire blaze higher behind me, the heat warming my back side. My whimpering increased as he spoke of escape attempts failed and the punishment that would be rent because of it.

The sound of the fire being stoked, and the resulting heat, increased my panic as I feebly attempted to claw my way out of the yoke.

The brand was thrown in front of my face, and I flinched from its heat. Despite my bravado, I began to cry, to plead with him, to promise him anything if he would spare me the mark.

 

[Ravenloft]

Aric:

Long he'd staired on the knife at his captors side, the man took note of this and drew it out, to play it through the air tauntingly. "You want this whelp? Come for it..." Aric smiled a hot blooded animalistic smile, one that said. 'you're dead, you just don't know it...' The man fell silent, sheathing his knife, trying to laugh dismissively, but it trailed off nervously.

Aric stood, flexing his hands straight, then clenched, straight then clenched. He advanced a step, a growl starting in the back of his throat. Either he would die, here and now, or his captor would...

 

[LipstickKitten]

Desmonia

Her link with Aric was still active, even as her panic mounted. She felt a resolve eminating from him and realized it resulted from a battle yet to begin. Her fear for him drown her own and she willed herself to calmness.

She withdrew into her mind and sought up and out but she was so weak. She could "see" no farther than her immediate area, "saw" her hateful captor preparing himself to brand her as his property.

She shuddered, desiring nothing more than to be with Aric in a peaceful setting, but knowing in her heart she may never see him again.

She again cast out her thoughts, not to communicate but to reassure herself that he was of good health and was satisfied that his strength had returned, his mind was clear, and he was intent on his mission.

She prayed to the gods to aid her beloved and beseaching them to protect the life growing within her.

She was brought back to her present situation by the fire behind her building to a roar, hot coals popping in their release. She again neared a panic state, wishing for it to end.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Theodoric

I leered down from above the milky globes of the witch's displayed ass. The camp had fell silent, only the whispered prayers from her vile lips and the hiss of the glowing iron in the cool air. Pulling the poker back, elbow ccked and ready to strike, I paused and enjoyed the sight. I could smell the fear, the heat blazed near my cheek, the weight of the iron felt perfectly at home in my tightened grip. I licked my lips, my tongue darting out and retreating like a viper's. Then my coiled arm lunged forward, as if to drive a sword to the hilt of a hated foe.

An ear splitting scream split the air, and bound limbs strained futilely against staked bonds. The smell of roasting flesh filled my nostrils, and whispy tendrils of blue grey smoke curled like asps from around the cooling iron's tip as her flesh did all but burst into flame.

I pulled the iron from her left cheek and admired my handiwork for a split second before tossing the used iron over her head. Turning to face the circle of cheers with my arms reached casually over my head like a victorious ceasar. After basking in the glow for a brief moment I circled my conquerored quarry and liffted her head by a fistfull of hair, "Welcome to my stables bitch!" I spat in her tear stained and pain contorted face. "Now, I have something to show you, to show you your helplessness knows no bounds...." without releasing ehr head, I turned and shouted over my shoulder, "Bring Aric! And stake him over the other stump." Turning back to face Dessmonia, "You shall see that all is now lost, your hero, is about to lose his right to be a penetrator little one. So consider what defeat of your goddess tastes like." I rubbed in with a lip curled hiss as I dropped her head and rose to my feet, my hands already fumbling to losen my broad belt looking for Aric's carcass to be brought for my pleasure.

 

[Ravenloft]

Aric:

His intention to attack was quelled when three men walked in, violently bound his hands behind his back and marched him out into the middle of the camp. There, they forced him to his knees, and forward, over a stump. He was made to face Desmonia. He took in the sight of her pain contorted, tear streaked face, giving her a look of pained, loving compasion.