"The Queen's Assassin" (closed)

[HumanBean]

(Part 2)

Sundown, the next day:

Morrow was still riding out in front of the Force as they came over the top of a hillock. Behind them, the sun was just descending beneath a plain of tall grasses and stubby trees. The failing light made for eerie shadows on the well-worn cart trail before them.

The Force had bed down the night before to get six hours sleep and rest for the horses. Without any more Cavalry Way Stations, the horses they had were all that they had for the next several days. A rider had gone ahead to scout for another overnight camp location. Morrow had hoped to reach the smugglers village before sunset, but an unexpected rain had made travel very difficult. It had cost them the night.

Suddenly, a rider flew up from behind to signal Morrow's attention to the south. "Torches, m'lord! 'Bout two miles."

Morrow signaled the Force to a stop to study the indicated sighting. It only took a moment to realize that the torches were moving. It took only another moment for Morrow to realize that the torches were circling a specific spot.

"It's an attack!" he called to the Lieutenants. "They're circling, the torch bearers! Confusing whoever it is they're attacking!"

Morrow didn't have to give orders to his Force's leaders. They were already calling out commands for their men to form up for a mounted attack. The Raiders Brigade Commander looked to Morrow for the go ahead, which was given. The Commanders called out the charge, and the Force headed south as one at a full gallop.

Morrow couldn't know for certain who was attacking whom out there. He knew that it wasn't Rolph and Philip and their little group of mercenaries doing this, though. And he didn't really care who else it might be, to be honest. These lands in the Salfar Mountains were, theoretically, part of the Republic of Yalla. That meant that the attackers were killing Yallan citizens, for right or wrong.

He kicked his boot heels into his mount's sides, sending the animal in behind the force. Less than a minute after the Force started the charge, the torch-bearing attackers caught sight of them. Less than a minute after that, they'd fully broken off and headed for lands even farther south.

Morrow had picked a good horse back in Tiala. By the time the Force had reached those being attacked, he'd managed to be the man out front. He began slowing as he reached the dust cloud, letting it blow off to the west to let him see the attackees. There was a dozen or more men and women huddling in an outcrop of rocks. At least half a dozen horses lay dead or dying, too.

It was hard to make out any faces or any familiar armor or uniforms either. Then, Morrow's heart leapt when Rolph stood to reveal himself. The Lord of Windham called to the others around him that friends had arrived. Morrow, in turn, called, "Do we kill those fuckers or let them go?"

Rolph slashed a hand across his throat, leading Morrow to order pursuit. He himself, though, dismounted and met Rolph just outside the outcrop. They threw their arms around one another like long lost friends, laughing. Morrow stepped back to look around himself, asking, "What the fuck have you been up to, my friend?"

Men, women, and children alike began rising slowly from the cover of the rocks as Rolph explained. They'd managed to rescue some of the kidnapped girls, only to be pursued by a superior force for three days. Then, somehow, they'd coincidentally crossed paths with a second shipment of girls on their way to the Long Sea shore village. They'd attacked in the middle of the night, killing most of the men and rescuing all of the women.

"We got out of there as fast as we could because one man got away on horseback," Rolph explained. "We headed this way, and they caught up to us a couple of hours ago. They demanded we give up the girls, we told them no, and they waited until dark to attack. You, my friend, arrived just in time."

"Not quite in time," another male voice sounded. Morrow looked to a silhouette nearing him, limping on his left leg. Philip continued, "We lost some men. And some women. But, we are happy to see you, Lord Morrow."

The two men saluted each other with a fist pounded to their chests. Philip, who had spent the last minute or so assessing, told them, "We have two dead men and two that will be dead by morning. Also, one of the women caught an arrow in the throat, and another one is missing. She ran out into the dark. I have men looking for her. But I fear that she was either killed or recaptured."

"You both are to be commended for your heroic work," Morrow told them. He looked to the faces of the men who were assembling. He told them, "Each of you will be rewarded handsomely."

Just about then, some of the Force began returning. One of the Lieutenants reported that the terrain was too difficult and dangerous to continue the pursuit. "It seems obvious that the attackers know the land better than we do, m'lord. But I left men behind to track them. Come sunup, we'll know precisely where they are."

"Good work," Morrow told the man. To Rolph, he asked, "What do you need right now? Medical care, warm clothes, food--"

"Water, m'lord," Rolph answered. "We haven't had any since this morning."

Suddenly, canteens were appearing from every direction. For the next half hour, the women and Rolph's men were taken care of. Morrow learned that Philip had taken an arrow in the thigh two days earlier and was burning up with fever.

"I want you to take the women and the injured north, Rolph," Morrow told his friend when it was time to get moving. "I'll send an escort with you, and--"

"No, m'lord," Rolph interrupted forcefully. He explained, "I have to stick to this mission. I--"

He paused, gathering his words, then continued, "I made a mistake on the way to Survival Bay that costed lives. I'm responsible for this, and I must continue. Please."

Morrow considered the request. Then he said firmly, "No, Lord Windham. You've done enough already. You're exhausted. I can see it, even here in the dark. No, you'll take the women who you have saved! You will take them north to the coast. There are boats from Tiala waiting there, with supplies. Food, more fresh water, medicines."

Looking to Philip, Morrow said, "I can see you sweating like a pig. You're burning up. You'll go north, too. There will be a Surgeon onboard the Valiant to tend to your wounds."

They spent several minutes discussing what Rolph and Philip had learned during their time in the Survival Bay mission. Then, still saying he didn't want to, Rolph reluctantly headed north with his team, the girls, and a dozen men from Morrow's Force.

The rest of the Force made camp here for the night. Morrow sent out a dozen pairs of men to stand watch. They built a fire on the west side of the rocky outcrop and roasted one of the dead horses. When the morning arrived, they'd head south and east and deal a blow for the Republic of Yalla.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Map of the Known World -- OOC thread

City Fleet Docks
City of Tiala

"Thank you for everything, Admiral," Morrow said as he finished dressing; he gave Greta -- who was still sitting there naked as could be -- an up and down ogle, smiled, and said about their fuck, "And thank you for that, too. I enjoyed it. I enjoyed you."

"You're a shit fuck, m'lord," she replied, trying to contain her smile but failing altogether. Slowly parting her thighs as she caressed a hand down her body to begin fondling the glistening flesh of her pussy, she told him invitingly, "Come back any time."

After he was gone, Greta wet a towel in a pot of water heating over her cabin's tiny coal stove to clean up her mussed parts, then redressed in the same clothes that she'd shed for her go around with Morrow. She spent the next few hours speaking to her subordinate Captains about the mission ahead while also supervising the replenishment of supplies to be taken east for Morrow's Force's benefit.

Movement of horses on the waterfront caught Greta's attention just in time for her to spot Morrow preparing his men for departure. He looked up to her as he urged his horse forward, smiling and nodding to her. She smiled back ... then pulled her vest and blouse to one side to flash him a bared tit before covering it again, laughing, and returning to her work.

Within an hour of Mounted Force leaving Tiala, Greta was signaling her fleet away from their berths, too. All 6 warships were sailing east to support Morrow in his mission; included in the message Luna had sent Greta was the news that the City of Yalla was sending 2 of its 8 warships east to protect Tiala. The City of Yalla's ships weren't as advanced as those of Tiala, of course -- Luna blamed her father's inaction and her brother's corruption for not keeping up with technology -- but they were still enough to protect Tiala from any potential trouble during the few days that the home fleet would be absent.

Even before the fleet set sail, Greta knew that the Gods were on her side. The winds were blowing strong and steady to the east, which worked perfectly with the modern boat design; the Tialan boats could achieve a steady speed of 8 knots -- 10 if it was directly aft -- which meant that their destination would be on their horizon before...

Sundown, the next day:

Greta stood on the bow of the Valiant studying the little coastal village ahead. The fleet had achieved better time than she'd expected, though, not all of her 6 boats were present; two of them had peeled off at different times near the Salfar Peninsula to chase down commercial boats flying Meretheni Federation flags. The Federation was known for its slave trade activities, and Greta hoped to rescue some of the missing girls before the boats escaped.

Before she'd left Tiala, Greta had sent a messenger overland to the village to speak to the local Lord there. Without giving away too much of Morrow and Greta's plans, the messenger was to make some inquiries of the Lord concerning the possibility of trade with Tiala; if the Lord said he was open to the possibility, the messenger was then to tell him that Tiala had already sent a fleet of commercial transports this direction, filled with goods which they hoped to trade for whatever the Lord had to offer.

The messenger was to signal Greta that the commercial fleet was welcomed at the village's docks with a combination of colored flags run up a pole. Unfortunately, the color combination indicated warning; Greta would learn later that the Village Lord had beaten the messenger to attain the code, only to be told the incorrect one before the messenger was then executed.

As the boats got closer to the docks, signs of an impending attack began to be seen all along the beach. Greta prepared her crews for both defensive and offensive operations. Suddenly, two dozen archers emerged from between the village's nearest buildings and began launching arrows -- some of them fire arrows -- into the sky toward the boats. Each of the four boat's Captains called for shields, and a wall of protection went up, intercepting the missiles without a single injury to any crew member.

Then, it was the Tialan's turn. From all four boats, fire arrows were launched back at the village; these missiles were longer, heavier, and more dangerous in design, and within seconds of the organized volley raining down on the village, flames were rising from rooftops, wagons, and straw piles.

While the archers on both sides of the fight continued launching their missiles, crew members on all four boats pulled back spare sails that had been hiding their ballistae. The weapons were ready to fire and did so, launching spear-length missiles upon which were burning wads of oil that -- when striking their target -- splashed burning oil sometimes as far as 20 feet away.

Within ten minutes of the first attack from the land, nearly every building in the village was burning to some degree. Most of the archers who hadn't already been killed -- which, it would turn out, was more than half of the original number -- had disappeared into or around the conflagration seeking safety in retreat.

The Tialan boats had never ceased their forward movement and were now unloading their armed crew onto the beach or docks. The swordsmen rushed forward at similarly armed villagers while Greta's archers continued to take down one body after another.

By the time that Greta got into the village and slashed her sword across one man's chest, opening it up with a gush of red, the fighting was pretty much over. The village was entirely ablaze by now, and the surviving population -- women, children, and the few men not to have followed their Lord into battle -- were fleeing down three separate roads into the fields and forest beyond.

"Over here, Admiral!" one of Greta's men called from an intact building that sat apart from the others.

She hurried that way, hoping that what she would find there would please Lord Morrow. She arrived to find an iron bar pen stuffed tight with women, young girls, and even young boys. One of her men took a heavy hammer to the lock, knocking it off with one blow, after which they helped the hostages out. Greta made inquiries about where they were from and was delighted to find out that four of them -- all females -- were from the population of women for which Rolph and Philip had been sent to find.

"You're going home, ladies," Greta told them. Then, to the others, she said, "You're going home, too. You're all free, by the hand of Queen Luna of the Republic of Yalla ... you are all free once again."

There was great emotion from many of the captives; others were simply too traumatized to show even relief. Greta tasked her crews with offering comfort -- food, water, warm clothing, and more -- as well as rounding up any of the villagers who were still in the area. Many of the villagers -- women, children, and old men -- swore that they'd had nothing to do with the illegal activities, some of them falling onto the hands and knees to beg mercy.

Greta tasked them with helping the enslaved, which most of them happily did without question. A few survivors showed little respect for what Greta and her people were trying to do, and Greta dealt with them appropriately, from executions to stripping them bare and sending them off into the night.

After a while, Greta's messenger was found, naked and tied to a tree where he'd been beaten to death for the information that he had stubbornly and loyally kept to himself. Just minutes after his discovery, one of the village women started screaming and pointing to a surviving building, hollering, "In there! In there! He's in there!"

The he about whom she'd been speaking was the Lord of the village. Greta's people took him into custody, stripped him naked, and tied him to the same tree against which he'd killed Greta's messenger. She looked around to the surviving villagers, then pointed to their still-burning village and said, "He is responsible for this! My messenger came here to speak with him about peaceful trade and the release of enslaved women ... for which he was even offered coin for their safe return!"

Greta had been about to ask the villagers if they had anything they wanted to say or do about or to this man when suddenly a handful of them began bombarding the man with stones ... followed by nearly all of the survivors joining in, as well as many of the slaves. He took the beating for more than five minutes before a good-sized rock hit him in the temple and, apparently, ended his life. Still, the stone throwers continued their assault on the man until Greta finally halted it.

She put her crews to work unloading the supplies intended for Morrow and his Force, then began loading the hostages and anyone else who wanted to return to Tiala into two of the boats. The other two boats and their crews stayed behind to wait for the sunrise, after which they would begin their trek southward up the river to meet up with Morrow.

 

[HumanBean]

Map of the Known World -- OOC thread

Smuggler's Village
Coastline of the Long Sea
(Northwest of Survival Bay)

Later that evening:

The glow of the burning village could be seen from miles away. Rolph rode ahead to make contact. Within two hours, the entire group was housed in tents erected by Greta's people a safe distance away from the continuing conflagration. In the morning, the rescued girls would be loaded aboard one of the boats for return to Tiala, then Yalla.

As Morrow had promised, there was a surgeon available. He tended to Philip's leg wound and fever. Other's needed care as well. One mercenary would die here. A rescued female had died in the arms of the mercenary holding her in his saddle. Beyond that, though, everyone would survive.

Rolph needed to sleep. He hadn't done so in almost three days. And yet he milled about the tents checking on both the rescued and the rescuers. A Scout arrived with word about a cart train coming toward the Village. It was traveling the road on the east side of the river, opposite and several miles from where Morrow was assumed to be.

"There are four carts and at least 12 people in shackles on foot, m'lord," the Scout reported to Rolph. "I can't tell you exactly how many armed men, though. They were sending out scouts, too. They could number between 8 and 18. There's just no way of knowing from the distance I was at on the west side of the river. Sorry, m'lord."

Rolph went to Greta to speak to her on the issue. They were the leaders of their respective groups. "The scout says the train had stopped for the night. If they begin north again at sunrise, they'll be here by noon, possibly sooner. My people are exhausted. I could use the assistance of your boat crews. Are they up for a group battle?"

 

[HumanBean]

Map of the Known World -- OOC thread

The northern shore of Smuggler Swamp
(Northwest of Survival Bay, perhaps 10 kilometers)

Same time as above:

Morrow spoke with a scout who had been shadowing the force that had attacked Rolph, Philip, and the rest of their group. That force had disappeared into the wetlands that protected Survival Bay from land. The scout warned, "It would be suicide to go in after them in the dark, m'lord."

Morrow would have liked to press the attack. He believed they had superior numbers. But the Scout was correct. The dark combined with the swamp gave those who knew the territory a significant advantage. "Search for a place where we can set up a defensible camp."

An hour later, Morrow's Force was setting up camp. They'd found a slight depression that was dry and protected from the wind. They could build small fires without being too easily seen. Perimeter guards were stationed in pairs. Morrow told the rest of the men to bed down. He needed them rested for the next day. He planned on entering Survival Bay and taking the town. Or destroying it.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Map of the Known World -- OOC thread

Smuggler's Village
Coastline of the Long Sea
(Northwest of Survival Bay)

Well after midnight:

Greta was surprised to hear that contact had been made with Morrow's group so soon; she hadn't expected to interact with them until at least noon the next day. Then, she learned that the Nobleman leading the others in was Viscount Rolph, Lord of Windham. His name had been mentioned in the message from Queen Luna, of course, as well as that of a lesser noble, Philip of Tothan, who arrived at the temporary encampment sick with fever from a leg wound.

Greta tasked her Surgeon with Philip's care immediately, knowing his importance to the mission at hand. Then, after the rest of Rolph's group were settled down in the tents unloaded from the boat's, Greta met with Rolph in her own private tent. The handsome nobleman caught Greta up on where Morrow's Force was and what their intentions were.

A scout arrived to inform Greta and Rolph about a smuggler's train approaching from an unfortunate direction. The river that ran northwesterly from the center of what some called the Survivor's Bay Isthmus to the Inner Sea wasn't much of a river with regard to water flow; there were grain mills in the largest cities that ran more water through them than flowed through this river.

The issue was that for most of the length of each bank of the river one found several meters of muddy, wet terrain, making crossing it by either horse or cart very difficult. Several bridges had been built over the many centuries that this area had been inhabited, but each had failed within a few years, either destroyed by flash floods, poor design, or humans who didn't want those on the far side coming to their side.

Such was the case now; no bridge connected the two sides together except for the sole bridge that was here in the Village. That meant that if Morrow's Force -- on the west side of the river -- was going to help with this approaching, presumably well-armed train, it wasn't going to do so without backtracking all the way to the Village itself. And that wasn't what Rolph was telling Greta was going to happen any time soon.

Rolph told Greta, "My people are exhausted. I could use the assistance of your boat crews. Are they up for a group battle?"

Greta laughed, gesturing toward the burning village. "For another battle, m'lord? Yes, they'll be ready." She could see that Rolph was ready to fall over from exhaustion. She took him by the arm, leading him as she said, "You, my Lord Rolph need sleep."

She wasn't going to take no for an answer, instead leading him directly toward her own tent. Arriving there, she told the Crew member outside the tent -- one of the 15 percent or so of her Crew who was female -- who was tending a growing fire, "No one is to disturb Lord Rolph. He's going to take a good, long nap ... until well after sunrise."

Rolph might fight Greta, but he wouldn't win. She got him inside and began stripping him from his clothing. "I'll find you something to wear before morning arrives. You can't wear this another moment." His clothes -- and he himself -- were filthy; she came across a rip in his coat sleeve, under which was a cut in his shirt sleeve, under which was a superficial cut on his upper arm that Rolph didn't even recall suffering.

"You're a mess," Greta said, continuing to undress him. She called to the woman outside, telling her when she arrived, "We need a pot of hot water. Lord Rolph needs to be cleaned up or he's gonna catch the fever just like your friend from this wound."

Between the two of them, they would continue undressing Rolph. Unless he used the whole of what remained of his energy, he wasn't going to be able to stop them from stripping him nude. After that, the intention was to clean him from head to toe before putting him in bed.

 

[HumanBean]

Map of the Known World -- OOC thread

Greta's Encampment
Near the (remains of the burned) Smuggler's Village
Coastline of the Long Sea
(Northwest of Survival Bay)

Well after midnight by now:

"You, my Lord Rolph need sleep," Greta told Rolph after they'd discussed things that needed to be discussed.

He was definitely exhausted. He had slept in three days. Or was it four? He had no idea.

Greta essentially took him hostage, practically dragging him toward a tent. She told a man building a fire, "No one is to disturb Lord Rolph. He's going to take a good, long nap ... until well after sunrise."

"I can't," Rolph tried countering Greta. "I have people to speak with. Injured who need my attention."

But she insisted, even bringing a second woman in to help her. Inside the tent, they began stripping him. Rolph grimaced when his stench escaped the loosened clothes and reached his nose. Maybe it's been longer than four days. Maybe forty?

"I'll find you something to wear before morning arrives," Greta told him. "You can't wear this another moment."

Rolph's clothes were not just filthy and tattered but sliced, cut, and bloodied. She found an injury to his arm that he'd done his best to ignore. He didn't even remember when he suffered it.

"You're a mess," Greta told him. She told her helper to get together hot water, rags, and towels.

"You're not bathing me," he protested.

And yet, they would. Rolph found he barely had the energy to stand, let alone fight them. His outer layers of clothing had been removed. Then the next. And suddenly he was standing there in the tent naked except for his boots and socks. The other woman pushed a stool up behind him, dropping his ass onto it. And off went the boots and socks. Greta's helper grimaced at the look and smell of them, saying, "These are going onto the fire, m'lord."

Over the next several minutes, the pair nearly scrubbed Rolph raw from forehead and ears to ankles and toes. They stood him up again and suddenly hands and hot, soapy, wet rags were all over his ass, cock, and balls. He did his best not to make eye contact with either of the women. He didn't know how to respond to having a lowly servant and a Fleet Admiral sharing the responsibility of washing his manhood.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

(ALL characters involved in sexual commentary/writing/interaction are 18+. Sometimes my writing is cryptic, but no one should ever believe that a character is <18. Just a reminder. You'll see what I mean below in the comment about the Book of Un.)

Map of the Known World -- OOC thread

Greta's Encampment
Near the (remains of the burned) Smuggler's Village
On the coastline of The Long Sea
(Northwest of Survival Bay)

Well after midnight by now:

Standing there naked in the middle of the Admiral's tent, Rolph was doing his best not to make eye contact with either of the women performing his cloth bath; Greta could understand how he might feel a little self-conscious considering that he'd known Greta less than an hour and the other woman, Tabitha, far less than that. For her part, Greta wasn't looking into Rolph's eyes either, nor was she spending a particularly significant part of the bath looking at his body; Greta's attention was on the other woman, trying to determine what might be on her mind concerning being recruited to clean the body of a man she didn't know.

They had run the soaking wet rags over Rolph from head to toe, then repeated it all over again with clean rags from a pot of equally clean water. The only part of the man that neither of the women had tended to yet was his manhood. Tabitha met Greta's gaze, glance at Rolph's cock, then looked back to the sailor for a sign of who was going to deal with it.

Greta smirked knowingly, then mouthed Go ahead. The other woman drew an anxious breath, dunked her rag into the warm pot of water, looked to Rolph's personals, then grabbed his shaft with one hand while she went to work cleaning it with the rag in the other. Greta took the opportunity to take one of the pots of dirty water to the door and toss it into the nearby grass.

When she returned, Greta looked down to the work being done by the young woman on her knees; she was no longer having to lift Rolph's cock to clean around it as it was nearly fully hardened from her sensitive, caring touch. She looked to Rolph, finally catching his eyes, then said with a knowing smirk, "It impresses me to no end that after ... what, four days with no rest or sleep...? That after all that time, you can still get hard when a beautiful young woman handles you."

She smiled wider at Rolph's reaction, then -- without looking down to the girl -- asked, "Tabitha, have you reached breeding age per the Teachings of the Book of Un?"

The young woman looked up, surprised at the question; it was shocking enough that she'd been drawn into handling the private parts of a man she didn't know, and now she was being asked if she was legally old enough to fuck? Still, she responded softly, "Yes, m'lady."

"Are you a virgin, Tabitha?" Greta continued her inquiry.

"No, m'lady," Tabitha answered without hesitation, clarifying, "I was married, m'lady. He died. A year ago this month."

"Have you fucked anyone since then?" Greta went on, still looking Rolph directly in the face, her lips wide with a smile. Only now did she look down to the girl; Tabitha still had Rolph's penis and balls in her hands, the cloth separating her flesh from his. Greta stressed, "Be truthful."

Meekly, Tabitha answered, "Yes, m'lady. One ... one of the teamsters ... from Survival Bay. He ... he felt sympathy for me ... and..."

"He gave you coin," Greta interrupted, adding, "And you let him fuck you for it, yes?" This time, Tabitha only nodded her head; her face had turned red from the embarrassment. Greta looked back up to Rolph, continuing, "If I gave you a Gold Half-Sovereign ... would you fuck Lord Rolph here?"

The girl looked from Greta to Rolph, then down to his cock; it was now fully hardened and pointing directly toward her fast. She answered simply, "Yes, m'lady."

 

[HumanBean]

(ALL characters involved in sex are 18+.)

Ditto for me. It's too bad that we have to periodically post these warnings, but I guess a new reader coming in might not understand.

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Map of the Known World -- OOC thread

Greta's Encampment
Near the (remains of the burned) Smuggler's Village
On the coastline of The Long Sea
(Northwest of Survival Bay)

Well after midnight by now:

Rolph didn't need to look down to know that his cock had become fully erect in Tabitha's hands. It was embarrassing, of course. This moment hadn't been meant to be sexual. It had simply been about cleaning him up after 4 days in the saddle chasing after, then fleeing slavers.

Right? Rolph thought to himself. It's just a bath, right?

Tabitha was still washing Rolph's sexual bits when Greta complimented his ability to even get hard at this point. Then she began her questions of the young woman's sexual past.

"Tabitha, have you reached breeding age per the Teachings of the Book of Un?"

Thankfully, the girl's answer had been yes. She was, of course, handling his privates. Rolph didn't want the Gods to smite him.

"Are you a virgin...?"

This time the answer was No. Rolph didn't really have a favored answer here. That was mostly because he'd just deflowered, then married Betty the previous fortnight. Rolph wasn't planning on doing either of these with Tabitha, of course.

It was sad to hear that the young woman had lost her husband the year earlier. Rolph wanted to speak his sympathies to Tabitha. But she was, of course, giving his cock and balls a cleansing. It just seemed awkward to speak just now.

"Have you fucked anyone since then?" Greta added, "Be truthful."

It was seriously unnerving to Rolph to hear these questions in this manner. While standing there naked. Getting his manhood cleaned. While Greta stared him in the eyes with a somewhat evil smirk.

Tabitha's answer was again yes. Rolph was somehow happy for her. She isn't spending her nights alone and sad, he thought. That's good, right?

Then Greta inquired, "He gave you coin, and you let him fuck you for it, yes?"

Again, yes. Rolph was sorry that Tabitha had had to whore herself out. And yet his cock twitched noticeably in her hands. What the fuck? Knock that off!

And finally, "If I gave you a Gold Half-Sovereign ... would you fuck Lord Rolph here?"

Tabitha looked up to Rolph just as he looked down to her. They meet eyes as she answered, "Yes, m'lady."

Rolph's cock again twitched in her hands. He should have responded by saying That's not necessary, Tabitha.

He shouldn't be fucking this girl, for so many reasons. She'd just lost her village. Her home. Maybe even friends and family? Rolph wondered.

Plus, of course, he'd just been married. To Betty. To a beautiful, young thing. To a Countess.

But that beautiful face. Those incredible eyes. That cleavage! He wanted to be with her, despite barely being able to stand.

Rolph suddenly found himself taking over the questioning from Greta. "Did you lose anyone special tonight? Family? Friends?"

He was thinking that if Tabitha said yes, that he would end this. He couldn't fuck her while she was grieving. Right?

But her answer was, "No, m'lord. All my friends and family got away safely."

Rolph contemplated other questions that would give him reason to send Tabitha away. But none revealed themselves. Oh, one did.

"Do you want to have sex with me, Tabitha?" Rolph asked as he reached down to lift her from her knees. Looking into her eyes, he said, "I'll give you a full Gold Sovereign if you wish to just leave. Payment for the bath. And for making me feel alive."

Rolph meant the wonderful erection, of course. It had been almost a fortnight since he'd been hard like this. Hard for and inside Betty. It felt good to be handled again, even by someone other than his wife.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Map of the Known World -- OOC thread

Greta's Encampment
Near the (remains of the burned) Smuggler's Village
On the coastline of The Long Sea
(Northwest of Survival Bay)

Well after midnight by now:

Greta watched Rolph and Tabitha look into each other's eyes for the first time since she and the latter had begun bathing the former in such an intimate way. She couldn't be sure that her little question and answer ploy had worked, but the Lord's body language -- and his rock-hard erection -- made her think it had.

Then Rolph asked the younger woman, "Did you lose anyone special tonight? Family? Friends?"

Greta and Tabitha had met earlier in the evening, following the end of the fighting, when the former had offered the latter coin to help her with the aftermath of the conflagration and mayhem. Tabitha had spoken with other villagers who were close to her but hadn't shown any great concern about anyone killed or injured. Greta had taken that as a sign that she hadn't lost anyone close, and yet only now did she realize that she -- unlike Rolph -- hadn't asked the question, Did you lose anyone special tonight?

Thankfully, Tabitha's answer was, "No, m'lord. All my friends and family got away safely."

Greta was happy to hear the news, not just for what she was doing regarding the other two in the tent but for Tabitha in general. She seemed like a good woman, and Greta would have been disappointed to learn that her attack on Tabitha's village had killed friends or family of hers. She was actually quite relieved, to be honest. It was people who had hidden tragedy in their lives who could be sudden and unexpected dangers at times, particularly to those who'd been responsible for those tragedies.

"Do you want to have sex with me, Tabitha?" Rolph asked next.

Greta felt certain that the younger woman's answer would be yes because of the generous offer of the Gold Half-Sovereign, but then Rolph offered, "I'll give you a full Gold Sovereign if you wish to just leave. Payment for the bath. And for making me feel alive."

That Greta hadn't expected to say the least; a full Gold Sovereign to do no more after pleasuring the man the way she had with no finish? She didn't know any man who would make such an offer, while at the same time she didn't know any woman who would turn that offer down.

And yet, Tabitha asked, "May I have the full Gold Sovereign, m'lord ... and take you to bed?" She reached to her clothing, loosened a tie around her waist, and released her skirt; her blouse came up over her head, followed by her shift coming off her shoulders. And in less time than it took Rolph -- or Greta even -- to truly understand what was happening, Tabitha was standing there before the man naked.

She was a beautiful young woman, causing even Greta -- who had had her share of female lovers over the years -- to wish that she had been the one getting the bath and stimulation. Tabitha took Rolph's hand with a desire to lead him to the bed, lay him on his back upon it, and mount him. The only question was whether or not he would comply.

 

[HumanBean]

Map of the Known World -- OOC thread

Greta's Encampment
Near the (remains of the burned) Smuggler's Village
On the coastline of The Long Sea
(Northwest of Survival Bay)

Well after midnight by now:

Greta


"May I have the full Gold Sovereign, m'lord?" Tabitha asked. "And take you to bed?"

She took Rolph's hand, backing toward the bed. He could have stopped her. Weak as he was, he still had a 70+ pound weight advantage over her. And he was stronger, even in his weakened state.

He didn't stop her, though. Rolph let her lead him to the bed. A moment later, Tabitha was as naked as Rolph was. He let his eyes take a slow walk down her front side. Tabitha reminded Rolph of his Betty. Same perfect face. Same long, wavy brunette hair. Very similar bodies. He loved Betty's tits and slim figure. Looking at Tabitha, he was seeing the same thing in her.

The obvious difference between the two beauties were their grooming. Or in Tabitha's case, the lack thereof. He wasn't sure whether she trimmed her muff or was simply moderate in size and thickness. But the patch of curly hair was there. Rolph didn't mind. It wasn't as if he was going to be eating down there. Tabitha was being paid to please him, not the other way around.

She urged Rolph into the bed. He complied willingly. By this point, married or not, he was desperate to be inside the beautiful village girl.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Map of the Known World -- OOC thread

Greta's Encampment
Near the (remains of the burned) Smuggler's Village
On the coastline of The Long Sea
(Northwest of Survival Bay)

Well after midnight by now:

As Rolph laid upon the bed, scooting into the middle, Tabitha followed on her knees, taking a position over his groin and immediately reaching for the erection that she'd inadvertently brought to life during the man's cloth bath. She paused to look to Greta, asking, "Will the Admiral be staying ... to watch...?" Her lips spread a bit wider as she added, "...or join in?"

Greta laughed, saying, "No, go ahead without me. I am sure that you are more than enough woman for our exhausted warrior--" She looked to Rolph, finishing, "--wouldn't you think, m'lord?"

"But ... isn't this your bed?" Tabitha asked. "Where will you sleep tonight?"

Again, Greta laughed, turning for the exit as she said with confidence, "I'm sure I can find a place to lay me head ... and a man to keep me warm..." And then giving the naked villager one last ogle, finished, "...or a woman."

She threw open the tent flap to depart but then paused, looking to the bed as Tabitha raised upon her knees to place the head of Rolph's cock at her hole and begin lowering downward. She was no virgin, of course, but she was no whore either and had never birthed a child; she was tight as she settled down into Rolph's lap but took his size well enough. In no time at all, Tabitha was fucking him fast and deep, pushing him toward orgasm as effectively as she could.

Rolph exploded within Tabitha before she was close to climax herself, and she could see in his body language that he was simply pooped. Instead of continuing to ride him as she was, she leaned back, resting her weight on one of his thighs with one arm and fingered her clit until she, too, enjoyed the euphoria they each had wanted from their interaction.

She collapsed down onto Rolph's body, lying there for a long moment as they enjoyed the final moments of their encounter. Then, slipping his softened cock out of her, Tabitha snuggled in close to Rolph and pulled the bedding over them, asking, "May I keep you warm, m'lord."

If he permitted her to stay, Tabitha would sleep next to him through the night, then -- if he was in the mood -- mount him once again for a little sunrise surprise before offering to bath him again and help him dress for another day of rescuing lost souls.



Meanwhile...

Greta went looking for the tent where Philip was being treated. The Surgeon had cleaned and sutured the man's wound, after which one of the villagers had helped him into a bed and -- by the Surgeon's request -- remained to keep an eye on him. Greta relieved the villager, saying she'd keep an eye on him. Then, stripping down to her shift, she slipped in beside him; he awoke at the movement and the feel of Greta slipping in beside him.

"You need to keep warm, m'lord," Greta told him as she snuggled up next to him and pulled the blankets over her shoulder and his chest. "I don't have anything to do at the moment, so..." She smiled to him, saying, "What you and Lord Rolph have done is noble ... and I don't mean Noble noble ... I mean truly a wonderful thing."

She caressed a hand over his chest, then down his belly toward his groin, watching his reaction. If he neither said nor did anything to stop her, she would suggest, "You might sleep a bit better if I pleasured you." She would grasp his cock and stroke him until he came, then lay beside him and -- like Tabitha with Rolph -- keep him warm through the night.

 

[HumanBean]

Map of the Known World -- OOC thread

Greta's Encampment
Near the (remains of the burned) Smuggler's Village
On the coastline of The Long Sea
(Northwest of Survival Bay)

The next morning, in Greta's tent:

Rolph awoke to the sound of excitement in the distance. He was initially surprised to find a warm body snuggled up against him in the small bed. Then, he recalled the night before. The wonderful night before.

He pulled his head back far enough to focus on the face of the beauty lying beside him. Tabitha was so very beautiful. And she'd been so very satisfying as well. She'd only had to raise and lower herself upon his cock a dozen times or so before he'd exploded, filling her with his seed.

His head, suffering from a lack of sleep and exhaustion, was then overwhelmed by the euphoria of orgasm. The thing Rolph remembered was opening his eyes again to find the vixen pleasuring herself while he was still deep inside her. He drifted into a deep sleep that couldn't have been interrupted by the charge of the Raiders Brigade through the tent.

Refreshed, he slipped out of the bed without awakening Tabitha. She'd told herself the night before that she was going to service Rolph again this morning. But she appeared as soundly asleep now as he'd been after he'd emptied his balls into her.

He found that someone had been in the tent this morning for a different form of service. There were food and water atop a small wooden case. Next to that was a clean rag and pot of water that itself was sitting inside a slightly larger pot. The larger one was filled with still hot coals, warming the water. Rolph used the rag and water to clean his face, this his pits.

As he dressed, Tabitha returned to life. He went to sit on the bed next to her, leaned down, and kissed her softly. "Thank you for last night. I needed that more than I'd thought."

He pulled the bedding down to reveal her wondrous bosom, whispering, "You're so beautiful. It's a shame that I'm married."

Playfully, he leaned down to suckle one nipple, repeated with the other, then fished two gold sovereigns from a pocket and placed one atop each of her wet nubs. He kissed her again, saying, "You earned this. I hope you can put it to good use rebuilding your life here."

With that, Rolph rose and departed the tent. He asked for Philip's location and headed that way.


Meanwhile, in another tent...

Philip sadly awoke alone. He'd gotten an incredible surprise the night before when Greta slipped into his bed and stroked his cock until he made a mess of the bedding and his groin. She'd been correct when she said it would help him sleep. His heart had still been pounding when he'd slipped off to sleep.

He pulled the bedding back to look to his leg. The bandage had bled through and needed to be changed. Luckily at almost that very moment, the Surgeon returned to do just that. He told Philip, "You should stay off this a couple of days. Your fever already broke. But you need to keep this clean and change the bandages twice daily at least. So, make yourself comfortable."

Philip began as he started rising from the bed, "I have work to do--"

But the Surgeon literally pushed him to his back again. He repeated with stress, "You need to keep this clean and change the bandages. Twice daily at least. So, make yourself fucking comfortable, m'lord. You're not going anywhere."

Philip gave in. He didn't really need to do anywhere. They didn't need him out there. Do they? he wondered. Philip hadn't heard the news of the oncoming slavers/smugglers group on the other side of the river. But on this side of the waterway, he knew that they had things well under control.

(OOC: I'm not posting for Morrow right now. It's late, and I need sleep.)

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Map of the Known World -- OOC thread

Greta's Encampment
Near the (remains of the burned) Smuggler's Village
On the coastline of The Long Sea
(Northwest of Survival Bay)

The next morning, in Greta's tent:

(OOC: Tabitha asks a question of Rolph that prevents him from immediately leaving the tent, as was written in your last post for the pair.)

Tabitha stirred at the sound of movement nearby and rolled, blinked her eyes clear, and found Rolph looking down to her; he was already nearly fully dressed, leading her to say with regret, "You're already leaving, m'lord. I ... I'd hoped that ... maybe..."

She wanted to say I'd hoped to fuck you once more, but by the look on Rolph's face -- particularly after she let the bedding fall to reveal her delicious bosom -- it seemed that he understood what was on her mind. He came to sit next to her, kissing her softly before saying, "Thank you for last night. I needed that more than I'd thought."

"I did, too, m'lord," she said, reaching up to caress his cheek while saying sincerely, "It had been a long time since I was with a good man in this way."

He looked from her face to her bosom. "You're so beautiful. It's a shame that I'm married."

"Does it matter, m'lord?" she asked with a hopeful tone.

Rolph didn't respond to Tabitha's question, instead leaning down over her to playfully suckling each of Tabitha's nipples, leaving them glistening with his saliva. He next affixed a Gold Sovereign to each; Tabitha laughed at how the coins clung to her saliva-wetted skin.

"You earned this," he told her. "I hope you can put it to good use rebuilding your life here."

"I was married," Tabitha reminded Rolph. "I think I told you that." She had, of course, while Greta had been soliciting her sexual service to Rolph, and Tabitha herself had been thoroughly cleaning the man's manhood with a washrag and warm, refreshing, herb water. With a tone that showed no regret or disappointment in her long-gone spouse, she continued, "My husband had had female companionship while he'd been away for work or for service to our Feudal Lord. Could I perhaps do the same for you, m'lord...? Travel back to your home ... work there ... in the kitchen or as a housekeeper...?"

She reached to Rolph's crotch, caressing his cock as she finished, "...keep you warm and satisfied when your wife is unable or unwilling to do so?"

Meanwhile, in another tent...

Unlike Rolph, Philip had awoken alone, Greta having slipped out of the bed they'd shared after she'd stroked his cock to a satisfying explosion that mussed her hand and his mass of curly, pubic hairs. He attempted to get up to dress and depart, only to be literally pushed back down into the bed by the doctor, who stressed for a second time about his wound, "You need to keep this clean and change the bandages. Twice daily at least. So, make yourself fucking comfortable, m'lord. You're not going anywhere."

Greta had just arrived outside the tent as the Surgeon was grounding the warrior and laughed as she entered and made eye contact with him. She spoke to the Surgeon about Philip's prognosis, got the good news about his recovery, then dismissed the man to speak with the injured man alone.

"You talk in your sleep, m'lord," Greta told him as she sat on the edge of the bed. Pointedly, she warned, "It's something you really should get a handle on ... before you say something you don't want others to hear ... such as your plans to kill a particular Frenkish Lord to better the future of a particular female..."

She paused, cocking her head as if she was trying to recall the name that she knew very well even before meeting Philip: "I believe her name was ... Imogen?"

"I know of Imogen, of course," Greta went on. "She was a guest of my Mistress, Luna, went she was still the Princess. I was sad to hear that Lady Imogen was slated to marry that waste of Royal blood, Prince Nella. I would say that I was sad to have heard of his passing ... if I had been. Princess Luna's ascension to Queen was a very fortunate event ... for the Republic ... for the Cities of Yalla and Tiala ... even for me personally.

"The advancement of Lady Imogen toward the Frenkish Throne," she said, her lips spreading in a delighted smirk, "would be something in which I would very much be interested in partaking ... if, of course, what you were telling me in your sleep is accurate. I know how sometimes the sleeping brain sends words to the mouth that don't mean what that brain meant."

She was giving Philip a way out in case this was something about which he was truly uncomfortable discussing. Greta continued, "I would hate to think that I misunderstood ... and that you are not involved in toying with the line of succession to the throne of the Frenkish Empire."

That last part was meant to sound like extortion of Philip. Greta had no real fear that the man would hurt her -- kill her -- for what she thought she knew. She and Queen Luna were very close, in both matters of business and pleasure; it had been the similarly aged Greta who had first introduced Luna to the pleasures offered by another female. Greta had taught Luna the delights of Sapphic Love, which Luna had then taught to her Handmaiden, Stella.

"I have a great deal to offer you, m'lord," Greta continued. "The Talian Fleet belongs to me. They are my boats, not the City's ... not the Queen's. I can provide you with the transport of men ... or arms. I can raid enemy vessels should you need that. I can get you yourself ... or Imogen as necessary ... in and out of many parts of the Inner Sea that other Captains wouldn't dare enter. I know the waters of The Long Sea better than most who have sailed it all their lives."

Greta reached a hand under the bedding and under the simple gown that Philip was wearing, searching for and finding his cock. As she began stroking it toward stiffness, she told him, "I can do things for you that no other woman can ... on a boat ... in bed ... wherever you need things done."

If Philip did nothing to stop her, Greta would pull the bedding aside and take his cock into her mouth. She was very good as sucking cock. And she was eager to please Philip and become part of his conspiracy.

 

[HumanBean]

Map of the Known World -- OOC thread

Greta's Encampment
Near the (remains of the burned) Smuggler's Village
On the coastline of The Long Sea
(Northwest of Survival Bay)

Greta's tent:

(OOC: I deleted Rolph's departure from the tent to fit the "interception" of him by Tabitha. If ever I go too far in a post, don't hesitate to interrupt.)

"Does it matter, m'lord?" Tabitha asked Rolph when he said he was married.

He was conflicted as to which answer he might give her if he answered. To Betty, Rolph was sure that it would matter. She wouldn't want him having sex with every woman he met obviously. By the Teachings of the Book of Un, a husband was supposed to be true to his wife in mind, soul, and body. That meant no fucking around.

But men fucked around all the time. In most cultures, whether civilized or not so much so, men could put their cock wherever they wanted, and their womenfolk really had nothing to say about it. Was it fair that they could cheat and their women couldn't? No, of course not. But it was the way it was.

She mentioned her husband and his tendencies to spend time with other women when they were apart. She asked, "Could I perhaps do the same for you, m'lord...? Travel back to your home ... work there ... in the kitchen or as a housekeeper...?"

She reached for his crotch, caressing it. She finished, "...keep you warm and satisfied when your wife is unable or unwilling to do so?"

Rolph's cock quickly hardened to full stiffness. He wanted to fuck Tabitha again, right here, right now. But he could hear preparations being made beyond the tent. He really needed to get out there and participate. No, lead. He was their leader. He shouldn't be in here fucking. Particularly a woman who wasn't his wife.

But Tabitha was intoxicating. Rolph didn't know whether it was she herself or her similarity to Betty. He wanted to know which it was. That meant spending more time with her. And that meant more opportunities to fuck her. Rolph knew how wrong that was. But he didn't care.

"I can't have you working in my home," Rolph told her. "Working on my estate. So closely to me."

He tensed as the pleasure she was causing him struck a delightful point. If he let her continue, even through his trousers, she might make him cream his braies. That would be nice. But he wanted more.

Rolph threw the bedding off her, stood, and undid his clothing enough to free his erection. Laying between her thighs, he fucked her hard, fast, and deep until he exploded with a loud grunt. He took a long moment to enjoy the waves of pleasure surging through him.

He doubted that Tabitha had orgasmed. Right or wrong, though, this had been about his own pleasure and satisfaction. And honestly, he didn't think that even Tabitha had been thinking of her own euphoria. She wanted to serve him, he felt. She wanted him to take care of her, financially. Maybe she wanted more than that. But that wasn't important right now.

Rolph rose from between the girl's thighs to put his clothes back together. He kept his eyes on her. He wanted to stay here. He wanted to keep fucking her, until each of them was absolutely spent. But he had things to do. He had places to be. He had more women to rescue.

But he had an idea of what to do for Tabitha. And for him. He looked about the tent. It belonged to the Admiral, of course, even if she hadn't slept here last night. It was a very simple, very basic Field Tent. But it had what Rolph needed: writing materials. He sat on a stool at a wooden crate and removed a pen, ink pot, parchment, and pounce powder from a small tin.

"I want you to find transportation to Tiala," he said as he wrote upon the parchment. "Perhaps you could go back on one of Admiral Greta's boats."

He pulled out another Gold Sovereign, showed it to her, and tossed it through the air to her. He returned to writing, finished, and sprinkled the powder over the ink to set it.

"I want you to take this to the Palace in Tiala," he continued as he folded the parchment closed. He used the wax from a nearby candle and his signet ring to seal it shut. "Present this to the Castellan. He's the man who runs the Castle. He hires the staff."

He stood, returned to the bed, and offered out the letter. "You give this to him. He will find you a position in the castle. If he gives you a hard time, you tell him that I am a direct Advisor to Queen Luna. That should put a flame under his ass."

Rolph gave Tabitha the letter, gave her another yearning look, exchanged farewells, and finally forced himself to leave.



Meanwhile, in another tent...

"You talk in your sleep, m'lord," Greta told Philip.

His lips spread knowingly. He'd been told this before. It had never been much of a concern before.

Now, though, Greta told him that he'd been speaking of the plot to make Imogen the heir to the throne of the Frenkish Empire. That caused his stomach to roll over anxiously.

Greta spoke of knowing Imogen personally. And Philip had already learned that Greta served Queen Luna directly. He was, though, surprised to learn that the Tialan Fleet was hers, not Luna's or even the City of Tiala's at a jurisdiction.

"The advancement of Lady Imogen toward the Frenkish Throne would be something in which I would very much be interested in partaking," Greta said. She added confidently, "I have a great deal to offer you, m'lord."

She reached under the bedding and gown to grasp his cock. It instantly began hardening. She continued, "I can do things for you that no other woman can ... on a boat ... in bed ... wherever you need things done."

Unlike Rolph in a nearby tent, Philip had no reason to stop Greta from pleasuring him. He was surprised, though, when she ripped back the bedding and his gown. She leaned over his groin and took his cock into her mouth. She drew a deep breath and moaned in delight. She was skilled. It wasn't going to take long. He knew that.

Movement caught Philip's eye. The Surgeon had entered the tent, stopping to stare in surprise. Philip raised his middle finger to the man, causing him to turn and leave without a word. He turned his full attention back to Greta, feeling the pleasure rising quickly.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Map of the Known World -- OOC thread

Greta's Encampment
Near the (remains of the burned) Smuggler's Village
On the coastline of The Long Sea
(Northwest of Survival Bay)

Greta's tent:

"I can't have you working in my home," Rolph told Tabitha, adding, "Working on my estate. So closely to me."

Tabitha was disappointed by this, of course, but she wasn't surprised; she didn't know of Betty -- let alone the similarity that Rolph saw in them -- but immediately presumed that Rolph was either married, betrothed, or simply saving himself for some daughter, sister, or niece of another Nobleman.

But then he instructed her to find transportation to Tiala, take the message he'd written to the Palace's Castellan, and tell the man that he was to find her a job there. "If he gives you a hard time, you tell him that I am a direct Advisor to Queen Luna. That should put a flame under his ass."

Tabitha's lips widened at Rolph's claim to be a direct advisor to the Queen of the Republic of Yalla. She didn't understand what that meant -- direct advisor -- but she knew that that meant Rolph was well connected, likely powerful, and surely rich to some degree. She suddenly realized that she'd likely found herself a goldmine.

"Thank you, m'lord," she said as she rose to her knees to kiss him; she pulled his clothed body to her naked one, wanting him to get one last feel of her against him, even if he himself wasn't naked. They said their goodbyes, and after Rolph was gone, Tabitha rose to use the warm water to clean herself up..

Meanwhile, in another tent...

Greta heard someone enter the tent, and she probably should have stopped orally pleasing Philip but didn't; she didn't really care if one of the villagers or even the Surgeon -- who it actually was, of course -- caught her sucking the injured man's cock, though. She continued bobbing her head up and down in Philip's lap; she was very good at this, able to take his full length into her mouth and throat, clear down until her lips pressed into his curly patch of hair.

She listened to his sounds and felt the twitching of cock, pulling up and grasping his shaft to jerk up and down on it just in time to feel and taste his cum filling her mouth. Greta continued pleasuring him, swallowing his seed, until no more of it was escaping him. She spent a minute or so licking him clean, even curling her thumb and index finger around the bottom of his shaft and pulling upwards, milking him of every last drop.

When she was finally done with him, Greta used the bedding to clean his cock, balls, and groin of the mix of his seed and her spittle. She smiled to him, saying, "Sleep, m'lord. You need it. We will talk more later ... perhaps tonight ... when I come to your bed again...?"

 

[HumanBean]

Map of the Known World -- OOC thread

Greta's Encampment
Near the (remains of the burned) Smuggler's Village
On the coastline of The Long Sea
(Northwest of Survival Bay)

Rolph checked in with some of the others around the camp. The more senior males, both from his the rescue mission and those villagers who'd survived last night's fight, had begun organizing in various ways.

Many of the rescue mission members were exhausted, injured, demoralized, or some combination of the three. They'd been out from Yalla for nearly a month now. They'd slept in a bed very few nights. They'd eaten off a table even fewer.

Most hadn't even had a woman. Well, except for Philip, of course. Somehow, he'd gotten laid rather consistently through the mission. The man had a way with women, both the paid and unpaid types. Rolph would simply shake his head when he learned that Philip had been with the Admiral, Greta. How the fuck? I truly mean, how the fuck? Rolph would ask.

Of course, he himself had been with the beautiful and sexually talented Tabitha. Who am I to ask such questions? he would think. And hell, I arranged for her to find work and shelter closer to me. So that I could hopefully again fuck her. What would Betty say about that?

Some of the other men in the village were raring to go, though. Those who were part of the rescue mission wanted to either get the already-saved home or to save even more of them. Philip had given Rolph and Morrow a list of more than 50 names of females who'd been kidnapped by Viscount Ulronni's men over the past months. So far, less than 20 had been recovered. There was still a great deal of work to be done.

Additionally, some of the surviving males of the previous night's village fight were ready to work. They were torn on how to feel about Greta, of course. She had burned their village down, after all. But Rolph called the entire surviving population of the village together to address them.

"Queen Luna of the Republic of Yalla is going to pay to rebuild your village," he promised. "New huts. New cottages. New structures for your businesses and animals."

Rolph had learned that the village had once been a center for goat and sheep ranching. It was surrounded by thousands of acres of fertile prairie. In recent years, though, raiders had stolen much of their stock. The slavers and smugglers had done additional damage to the village's economy and the villagers' hopes. Rolph promised them more animals.

And to keep those animals safe, he promised more security. He hoped he wasn't going beyond his mandate. What if Luna didn't come through with what he himself was promising? Rolph had confidence, though. Hell, she, Morrow, and Rolph had in the past four months taken control of both a tin mine and a copper mine. The two were going to earn Luna, the new owner, a fortune. Rolph figured she could spend a little bit of that coin on this effort.

"A dock that will serve more and bigger boats will be built," Rolph continued, "so that you can more properly trade with other communities. Fishing boats sailing the Inner Sea could visit. Hell, you could have a fleet of them yourselves. Building materials from Tiala. Shellfish from The Fenwater. Herbs from Suli."

Rolph threw that last one in upon sighting Greta coming his way. He knew that she'd come from the Island of Suli. He didn't know that she was member of the island's Royal Family, though. That would really spin his head if he learned.

"What about the Slavers Train coming up the east side of the river?" a man in the crowd called out. "They've been in control of our village for years. They won't be happy about what you've done here."

An angry argument erupted amongst the villagers. Some felt like the man did, that the arrival of Greta's fleet and then Rolph's rescue mission had harmed their community. Others felt that the duo of groups had saved them from even more years of servitude to the slavers and smugglers.

Rolph calmed them down enough to be heard again. He again promised them protection from Queen Luna. "A force of more than 100 skilled warriors is currently in the process of eliminating the slavers and smugglers of Survival Bay."

"But what about the men coming here now!" the man continued. He caught sight of Greta nearing just as Rolph had. He asked pointedly, "And where do our children live, now that SHE burned down our village?"

Rolph looked to Greta. He would give her the opportunity to answer that question if she wanted it.

 

[HumanBean]

Map of the Known World -- OOC thread

A few miles northwest of the northern shore of Smugglers Swamp
(Northwest of Survival Bay, perhaps 15 kilometers)

(OOC: This picks up the portion of the story involving Morrow that was last spoken of here.)

About noon, the same day as the above post:

Morrow and an escort of six men road at canter up to the little bridge, slowed, and stopped. On the other side of the crossing, a well-dressed man on horseback was escorted by four men on horseback, as well as four men with bows. Morrow didn't fail to notice that the weapons were notched with arrows.

He looked to the white flag one of his men was carrying. Then looking to the archers, Morrow asked, "Is that necessary?"

The man looked beyond Morrow to the gathering of mounted men some 80 or 90 meters back. The members of the Standing Army had finally caught up with Morrow. Between them, the Raiders Brigade, and the Quick Cavalry, he currently had more than 70 warriors with him. The remaining 30+ were with Rolph, Philip, and Admiral Greta in the village on the coast to the northwest.

"I would think that I was being careful to have my men ready to battle," the man told Morrow. He explained, "I am Count Peter. These are my lands. They are under the protection of Lord Elwin, the Baron of Tut. Who are you, and who do you serve?"

Morrow considered what the man had said for a moment. He didn't know the name of every Nobleman in or near the Republic, of course. There were simply too many of them. But one look beyond the man to the small, rundown Keep and its decrepit moat and palisade told a story. If this man was a Count, it was in title only.

"I am Lord Morrow Tyne, Viscount of Orland," Morrow responded, "Loyal servant and Chief Advisor to Her Royal Highness Luna dema sal faya Yalla, Queen of the Republic of Yalla, Princess of the Golden City of Tiala, and Protector of the Frontier Territories and Fealty Nations."

Morrow was actually rather happy with himself that he'd managed to recall all of Luna's titles. He could have added Empress of the Greater Yallan Empire, too, but didn't. The Empire of Yalla hadn't existed since before he himself was born. Since before Luna had been born. The title still existed, theoretically. But after it had been absorbed into the Frenkish Empire, it realistacally was no more.

"I heard that Princess Luna of Tiala had been elevated to the Yallan Throne," the Count said. His emotion, tone, and body language hid whether or not he saw that as a good thing. "Then he added rather combatively, "But I see neither how that involves nor affects me."

"Perhaps you didn't catch the part of the title," Morrow stressed. "Protector of the Frontier Territories, and such."

Count Peter laughed. "The Republic of Yalla hasn't been doing much protecting out here in the frontiers since before my father died and I claimed his lands and titles."

"That's changing," Morrow said.

"Really?" Peter asked. "When may I ask?"

Morrow looked to one of his men with a knowing expression. The man was the Captain in charge of the Standing Army's archery unit. The Captain lifted his hand into the air. Behind Morrow and his men, the archers of not just the Standing Army group but the Quick Cavalry and Raiders Brigade, too, notched their arrows and lifted their bows.

"If I tell this man to lower his arm," Morrow said with a calm tone, "A storm of arrows will rain down upon you and your men here."

That caused the Count to look to Morrow's force with widened eyes. His own archers pulled their bowstrings back. Some of them actively aimed at Morrow and his Lieutenants.

Morrow didn't flinch, instead continuing, "After we have killed you and these men, we will break through you palisade and kill every man beyond it, and sell your family members into slavery." Feigning a tone of curiosity, Morrow asked, "Do you have any attractive daughters or granddaughters that will pique the interest of the slavers serving the brothels of the Meretheni Federation, Count?"

He could see that the man was becoming concerned. He pressed, "Then I will install a new Count. And after that, Queen Luna will protect him and his titles, lands, and family."

Morrow hesitated, which gave Count Peter a moment to clear his throat, casually gesture him men to relax their weapons, and ask, "Or?"

"Or you vow your your fealty to Queen Luna and the Republic of Yalla," Morrow continued. Then, smirking knowingly, he finished, "And you loan me some of the women from your beautiful home, so that I can complete my mission."

The man's face filled with confusion as he asked, "Loan?"


Three hours later:

"I appreciate you doing this for us, Countess Victoria," Morrow said to the woman before him. He gave her a polite bow of his head. "I promise that no harm will come to you or to your servants."

(OOC: Here's that opening you wanted. )

 

[HumanBean]

Map of the Known World -- OOC thread

The Dead Coast
About 24 hours from Survival Bay

Sunrise:

Hugo of Riverport was the name he was using these days. He began his life born into slavery in the Golden Isles on the western edge of the Known World. After his first years of childhood, Hugo had spent a couple more of them hauling food and water to the slaves working the mines for which the Golden Isles had gotten their names. After that, he'd joined the workers in the mines.

Then, at age 11, he'd beaten a brutal guard to death. He would spend the next five or six years in the fighting pits. When he wasn't fighting, he was laboring, mostly to build his physique for even more fighting.

Finally, around 15 years of age, he was purchased by the Captain of a pirate boat working out of Riverport, on the southern coast of the Republic of Yalla. He'd still theoretically been a slave. But he'd gained many freedoms and liberties as well. He was allowed to keep a portion of his earnings. He could spend his own coin on possessions he got to keep for himself. He had some limited movement without an armed escort.

And he had females. He was 22 years old before he was allowed to put his cock inside a woman. He enjoyed that immensely. Ironically, the women enjoyed it, too. The name Hugo of Riverport was passed between the women of the region. Women of money and means came looking for him. Some traveled from distant cities, within and from beyond the Republic, to be fucked by him.

Despite all this female attention, Hugo's true love was the sea. He'd served one pirate captain after another for almost two decades before Morrow's men killed the piracy conspirators that one fateful night.

Hugo was smart enough to immediately show fealty to Morrow, though. That was why he was now Captain of his own vessel. His boat led the small fleet heading for Survivor Bay. Lord Morrow, Viscount of Orland, had made him an offer: attack the port town from the sea, take control of it, and Hugo would be made Lord of it.

It was more than Hugo could ever have imagined. From a lifetime of slavery to Lord of a port town? He'd initially laughed at the offer. "You would never see to it that this happens," he'd challenged Morrow.

But the Viscount of Orland had put it on parchment. The parchment had borne the signature of the Queen of Yalla, too. One more day, Hugo thought to himself. Less if the winds remain favorable. And all I have ever wanted will be mine.

He verified his orders with his First Mate. Then, turning, and smiling, Hugo approached the woman shackled at the wrists and leashed by her next to the boat's mast. "Lady Andrea, perhaps we should go below and tend to business."

Hugo released the neck binding to free the young beauty from the mast. She immediately fought him. She punched at him without landing her fist. She scratched at his face, which did draw blood along an inch of cheek. He slapped her, which took some of the fight out of her. Her last bit of rebellion was to spit into his face.

After that, his strength was too much for her to combat. He manhandled her down a ladder. She lost her step and stumbled but luckily fell into the swinging hammock of a crewman. Hugo lifted her from the deck and hustled her to his cabin, slamming the door behind them.

Inside, he didn't hesitate to jerk the front of her dress downward, exposing her generous bosom. She again spat at him, only to again be slapped. A moment later, she was on her belly on his bed, her dress and shift pulled up to expose her otherwise naked legs and ass.

She fought Hugo further, crying out as he brought an open hand down upon her ass with great force. She cried out loudly from the pain and imminent, obvious threat to her body. Hugo grasped the shackles around her wrists and reached them outward to a hook on the bulkhead.

Andrea still flailed but was now safely secured. Hugo quickly worked to free his already hard cock. He mounted the bed, pushed the young woman's knees apart, put his cock in place, and rammed himself deep into her. She cried out in pain, surprise, and shock. He would fuck her hard, fast, and deep until finally filling her with his seed.

Once satisfied, Hugo stood to put his clothes back together. He smiled at the red handprint on her bared butt cheek. That had hurt, yes, but it was going to continue to hurt for quite a while, he was sure.

Moving close to Andrea, Hugo grasped a handful of hair and lifted her head up. Looking into her tear-filled eyes, he reminded her, "Perhaps you should have had me castrated after all, my little Princess. Your daddy gave you the opportunity to do so, but you passed. You preferred to watch me fight naked in the pit."

The irony, of course, was that this wasn't the first time Andrea had had Hugo's cock inside her. He didn't know that, though. He'd been shackled to a wall with not one but two black hoods over his head. Without speaking a word, she'd raped him, not that he'd minded. Well, there had been the foot to his balls afterwards, of course. He could have done without that. But whether it had been Andrea or one of the Dungeon Guards Hugo couldn't know.

If he'd known that Andrea had had him, Hugo would have asked if she'd liked it this way. He would have expected the answer to be no. But would it have been? Really?

He exited the cabin, finding one of his sailors nearby doing nothing in particular. Hugo suspected that the man had been listening to the rape. He told the man, "Sit outside this door until I return. No one goes inside. The man who does will find himself cooking his own nuts over a fire, then eating them. Understand?"

The frightened expression in the man's face told Hugo he need not worry. He went up to the main deck and just enjoyed the sail. He'd return to Andrea in an hour or so to rape her once again. He'd made a promise to her when he'd captured her in Riverport that he would keep her company throughout the voyage. He'd been too busy to get to her before now, though.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Map of the Known World -- OOC thread

Greta's Encampment
Near the (remains of the burned) Smuggler's Village
On the coastline of The Long Sea
(Northwest of Survival Bay)

Greta emerged from the tent in which Philip was healing -- and enjoying the moments following the blowjob Greta had given him -- to find Rolph addressing the bulk of the village's survivors and, of course, his own men. She appreciated the way Rolph commanded a crowd, even one that didn't know or, perhaps, even trust him; he was very charismatic, and his attractiveness aided in getting people to listen to and at least give him a chance to speak his piece.

He was telling the villagers that Queen Luna was going to pay to rebuild their village, something that a portion of the crowd seemed happy with but most of them seemed to question or even doubt. "New huts. New cottages. New structures for your businesses and animals. A dock that will serve more and bigger boats will be built."

Greta liked that portion of his promise. Her boats didn't have a deep draft compared to others, but she knew that some of the strictly commercial boats back in Tiala did; they wouldn't be able to dock here in the village and unloading into smaller boats to transport goods back and forth would double the time involved and add at least 50% to the cost.

Rolph spoke of the village having its own fishing fleet, which caused Greta some concern. The waters of the Inner Sea were already being overfished by other fleets. Of course, there were those -- particularly Queen Luna, Greta, and the fishing fleet captains of Tiala -- who felt that those foreign boats should stay in their own waters, with their populations purchasing their fish from Tialan markets.

Greta heard Rolph called out, "...herbs from Suli."

She smiled at the mention of her homeland; his tone and expression told Greta that this wasn't a coincidence, but that he had picked up from her accent or physical appearance -- or perhaps had simply been informed by Luna -- that he knew where she'd come from. Does he know that I am the sister of the Queen of Suli? she wondered. Does it matter?

She listened to the continuing conversation and Rolph's reassurances, then heard a man direct his criticism directly at her, "And where do our children live, now that SHE burned down our village?"

Greta could have reminded the man that his people had permitted the smugglers and slavers to use their village for their business. But she hadn't yet determined the villagers' level of culpability in the crimes that had brought here her and her fleet, Morrow and his Force, and Rolph and Philip with their heroes.

"The tents that you see set up here now will remain," Greta said, gesturing toward the dozen variously sized tents that had been unloaded from her boats the night before. "You may use these for the meantime. The boat that left yesterday to return the kidnapped girls to their families have been ordered to return ... with food, clothes, building supplies, household items--"

"What about stock animals?" someone called out.

"Goats, sheep, chickens, ducks ... whatever you need," Greta continued. "Queen Luna has promised that you will be cared for, and I will see to it personally."

There was a grumble amongst some of the villagers; she understood that it came from the you burned down our village aspect of the situation. Deciding that it had to be said, she continued, "We attacked your village after dozens of men within it fired upon us first! I think that this is something that should be remembered."

The grumble lessened; Greta wondered if that was maybe because some of the villagers felt guilty or -- perhaps -- had even been part of the attack. Without quietly questioning some of the villagers about their fellow villagers, she wouldn't be able to find out if there were still combatants within the population.

"You have no reason to trust me," Greta continued, "But I promise you: you will be taken care of."

There was more discussion, but Greta was tiring of it and simply turned away. She gathered the captains of her fleet's constituent boats and discussed next steps. The remaining rescued girls needed to be returned to Tiala, then Yalla, then their families; one boat could handle that. Most of the remaining boats were anchored a hundred meters to the east of the mouth of the small river, which would give them a line-of-sight view of the approaching criminal train.

"What about me?" the only Captain who was both female and currently without orders asked.

Greta pulled her aside, telling her, "I need you to patrol the waters to the east, between the Isle of Bones and the coastal roads to the City of Tut." The Captain asked the reason, to which Greta said, "We may be spending some time there in the very near future. I want to know ... who's in the area, whether fishing boats or military, messenger. I need updates on the sandbars, shoals, reefs ... new docks and portages ... everything."

The Captain confirmed her orders and immediately assembled her crew for the mission. Greta would spend the rest of the day working with Rolph and the villagers as was needed to help the latter.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Map of the Known World -- OOC thread

A few miles northwest of the northern shore of Smugglers Swamp
(Northwest of Survival Bay, perhaps 15 kilometers)

About noon:

While the confrontation was taking place between her husband and the stranger, Countess Victoria was standing in the estate's Inner Ward watching through the opened gate. She looked about herself, murmuring, "Inner ward ... if you could call it that."

The three-level stone tower sat atop a small knoll and was surrounded by a wood pole palisade and, beyond that, a creek that had been further excavated into somewhat of a moat. But Victoria had never felt safe here behind either barrier: the moat had been dug to slow potential attackers, not stop them; and the palisades were rotted at ground level so badly that a fast moving, heavy horse crashing into it could bust through a hole, if not tip an entire section over to the ground.

The only reason armed group hadn't attacked the estate in the years since Victoria had married Peter was because he was paying them protection money. She disapproved of this, obviously; they were vassals of Lord Elwin, the Baron of Tut, and while they were obligated to offer troops to the Baron from their Peasant and Commoner classes when the Baron needed them, Elwin in turn was supposed to protect them from the Highwaymen and other threats plaguing this part of the Known World.

Victoria's husband led their guest through the gate, dismounting with him to approach and introduce her to Lord Morrow Tyne, Viscount of Orland. She'd never heard of Morrow, which surprised her; Victoria kept herself very well informed of things taking place in both Royal and Noble circles. She presumed -- correctly -- that he only recently been elevated to Noble status; he might be called a Viscount, but Victoria considered him little more than a Lesser Lord and wondered whether he actually owned hereditary property.

"Welcome to our home, Lord Morrow," she said with appropriate politeness. She gestured him toward the stairs to the Keep's entrance before leading him and her husband to and up them. In the not-so-Great Hall, she sent a servant for tea and biscuits, asking, "Can I get you anything more, m'lord...? We buy a fine ale from a Monastery north of here, as well as a wine from a wine made from grapes grown on Fairweather Island."

Victoria had the servant retrieve whatever Morrow said interested him, if anything, then gestured the two men to the seating area. The two men chatted for a moment, during which Victoria studied Morrow's demeanor and body language. She could see that he wasn't a man like her husband, who was only a Count because he'd inherited that title and the associated lands from his father. Her husband had no military experience whatsoever and had never even faced another man with a sword or other weapon.

But Victoria could see that Morrow was a killer just by the way he carried himself; his sword even had dark spots on it that she was sure was blood that he'd failed to adequate clean from the metal. Her mind was working feverishly on how she might use this information for her own, personal gain.

She sat relatively quiet as the two men spoke about the slavers and smugglers working between Survival Bay and the Inner Sea coastline to the north. Victoria had already heard enough to understand that her husband had sworn fealty to Queen Luna, despite their lands being indirect vassals to the Frenkish Empire through the Barony of Tut. She wondered whether -- as soon as Morrow got back in the saddle and road away -- whether they would once again be servants of Frenk.

They began speaking of their guest's need to get safely into the town at Survival Bay when he said, "And you loan me some of the women from your beautiful home, so that I can complete my mission."

"Loan?" her husband asked with surprise. He sat taller in his seat, one step short of popping tall to seem the threat that had never been, as he said firmly, "The females who live and work on our estate are not whores meant to satisfy the carnal needs of your men, m'lord. No! This will not stand."

"I don't think that's what he's asking, husband," Victoria countered politely. She studied their guest a moment, then explained, "I believe that Lord Morrow is asking for us to loan him some female bodies not for sex ... but to be used as ... what's the word, cover...? For he and his men to slip into Survival Bay, feigning to have ... stock ... to sell to the slavers ... yes?"

Morrow confirmed Victoria's intuitive thinking, leading her to offer, "We can provide you as many as eight girls and women. If you wish boys and men, we can offer about the same number."

Victoria caught her husband glaring at her, laughed, and said with confidence, "Oh, Peter ... if we don't offer them, Lord Morrow is simply going to take them." She looked to Morrow, asking, "Am I not right, m'lord?"

They spoke more about the faux slaves and how they would need to prepare them to look the part. Victoria stood, saying, "I will go speak to the women ... prepare them. Lord Morrow, you will have their full loyalty and obedience. I promise you this ... so long as you promise me that none of them will be harmed ... and certainly not violated, by the men of Survival Bay ... or the men of your force."

She listened to his response, then departed to gather the best females and males for the job.

Three hours later:

When she had all of the faux slaves organized in the Great Hall, Victoria looked around for Peter but didn't find him. She gestured Morrow through a doorway into a small library, closed the door behind her, and said firmly, "I have a request, Lord Morrow ... a demand actually. We are providing you these women as a service to Queen Luna ... to the future of her Realm ... and, to a lesser extent, to rid this area of the slavers and smugglers who have so dominated life in this region ever since I arrived here as my husband's betrothed."

Victoria began moving slowly toward Morrow as she continued, "My demand is ... that when this is all over with ... that you slay my husband. Kill him. By sword, by dagger, by arrow. I don't care. Rid me of this wretched man ... and Queen Luna will have my undying loyalty and fealty..."

She reached a point at which she was very close to Morrow, reaching out a hand to cup his crotch and massage his cock as she finished, "And you, m'lord ... can have your way with any female belonging to this estate ... including me."

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Map of the Known World -- OOC thread

The Dead Coast
About 24 hours from Survival Bay

Sunrise:

Andrea struggled against the shackles and leash again as her enslaver, Hugo of Riverport, looked across the deck of the pirate ship at her with hungry eyes. She'd been in his captivity now for eight days; she'd spent the first four days shackled to a bolt in the floor of an almost pitch-black cellar of some nondescript building in or near Riverport; the last four had been spent once again shackled to a bolt, this time located in a corner of the Captain's Cabin aboard Hugo's boat.

She knew full well why she had been taken by Hugo: her father. Of the Nobles and other powerful men of Riverport who had played a part in the piracy -- or who had used their superior power to control such men -- Andrea's father had been the most powerful of them all.

Her father, Lord Warren of Franzvale, was officially a Duke by royal decree, afforded that title almost 30 years ago by Queen Luna's father during his early years as King of Yalla*. But Warren had slowly given away most of his lands to other Nobles in various conspiracies that had resulted in him building one of the largest non-Royal treasuries ever seen in the Known World. The former King of Yalla and his very corrupt Prince of a son, Nellan -- from whom Luna had, of course, stolen the Crown -- had permitted Warren to conduct his criminal activities because they themselves had gotten a significant cut of the profits.

One of Lord Warren's illegal activities was slavery, and out of that he'd built a very profitable Gladiatorial Combat industry. He'd purchased fighters of all sorts and ethnicities from all over the Known World to fight to the death while the rich and poor alike bet on the outcomes. The first time he set his eyes upon Hugo of Riverport, Warren knew he had to have him. The man was a beast, and -- through Hugo's Master at the time, a pirate captain who served under him -- Warren had learned that Hugo had already once been a fighting pit combatant, just not a to the death sort.

The Captain who owned him refused to give Hugo up, though; the pirate had come to think of the man from the Golden Isles almost as a son by this time. So, Lord Warren did what he needed to do to get Hugo; he killed the Master and took Hugo into a new form of slavery. He put Hugo to work in the fighting pits again, something at which Hugo proved to still be the best.

Andrea had never been a big fan of the fighting pits, particularly since they were a to the death sport. But the first time she'd seen Hugo fight, she'd become absolutely enthralled. She watched a second and third match, then even urged her father to put him in a fourth match arranged solely for her entertainment, watching him from the shadows so he could neither see her watching him nor see her masturbating as he fought.

After Hugo had successfully destroyed that opponent and been returned to his cell in her father's dungeon, Andrea arranged for him to be moved to an undisclosed location by guards who were loyal to her, mostly because she let them fuck her when she wanted things from them. She had him hooded and chained sitting on his haunches by both hands to the wall while two servants stripped him bare and first bathed him and then coated him with scented, lubricating, body oils.

She lured the two servants and guards to a location where they were to be paid, only to have six men who knew nothing of Hugo and did not know their employer's name either kill all four of them. Then, with Hugo totally at her command, with no witnesses and no one to speak ill of her lewdness to her father, Andrea returned to Hugo's new dungeon and fucked him repeatedly, causing herself an innumerable number of orgasms over a three-day span. Hugo had enjoyed some climaxes, too, of course, but Andrea hadn't paid much attention to them. This hadn't been about Hugo's pleasure, after all; it was about Andrea's.

Once she'd had her fill of Hugo, Andrea had an anonymous source tell her father of his location, and he was immediately returned to his service in the fighting pit.

(Part 2 is a'comin'.)

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

(Part 2 has cum.)

Then, of course, Lord Morrow and his force attacked the piracy conspirators in Riverport, bringing down the entire network. Andrea's father fled without even checking on whether his daughter was safe. She was able to hide for several weeks, sometimes with friends, other times with Commoners or Peasants happy for the coin. But in the end, she was found ... by Hugo himself. He didn't say anything about what she'd done to or with him for those three days; his sole reason for wanting custody of her was to both get revenge for his Master's assassination and to claim a massive ransom for Andrea's safe return.

And what was her father's response to Hugo's ransom request: Keep her. She is of no use to me anymore in her 'state'.

Her father had been referring to Andrea's lasciviousness, of which she'd known that he knew, but not to the extent that she thought he would just abandon her in such a way. Hugo had kept her in a dark, dank basement, then here aboard his ship; she hadn't been permitted on deck except to pee or shit over the side or get a few minutes of fresh air, and regardless of what activity in which she was involved -- breathing, shitting, or pissing -- Hugo had been right there, watching her.

Andrea was sure that the man knew that it was she who'd kept him hooded in that basement all that time, riding his cock while caressing his muscular frame for her own delight. And yet she'd been in his care for eight days now and he hadn't touched her once in an intimate way.

Then, suddenly -- after he'd freed her from the mast and she'd punched, scratched, and spit at him -- Hugo was dragging her to his cabin, ripping down her blouse, pulling up her dress and shift, and fucking her hard, fast, and deep. Andrea fought him, of course; it was one thing for her to rape him, but it was an entirely different thing for him to do the same to her ... at least in Andrea's mind.

Despite the ferocity of the act -- he rammed his overly large cock into her in two fierce thrusts -- Andrea quickly found herself having to press her mouth into the bedding to hide the screams of joys as he pummeled her quickly to orgasm. In her head regarding her climax, she begged, Please, Gods, please! Don't let him know ... don't let him know ... please!

Once satisfied, Hugo rose to dress again. Andrea ached all over: her face where Hugo has slapped her twice; her ass where he'd also slapped her, so hard that she would have a hand shaped bruise and pain for more than a week; and her pussy, which he'd punished with animalistic delight.

"Perhaps you should have had me castrated after all, my little Princess," he said. "Your daddy gave you the opportunity to do so, but you passed."

She looked to him with wide eyes, thinking, Fuck! He told you that? Why would he tell you that?

Andrea had, of course, kept secret the fact that she'd fucked Hugo all those times. But she'd been afraid that he might somehow realize that it was her, and she had in fact suggested to her father that Hugo be killed. She told her father, "Drug him before he goes into the pit. Give his opponent the advantage. You could secretly place bets on the opponent ... make a lot of money."

But when her father had refused, Andrea had realized that it wasn't Hugo's death that she'd wanted; it had been her memory, as being the last woman he'd ever fucked. She had wanted to know that no woman would ever enjoy what he'd given her, even if hadn't realized that it was her.

He told her, "You preferred to watch me fight naked in the pit."

"Naked...?" she challenged with a growl. Looking to his groin -- not that she could see anything with him dressed -- Andrea said, "You don't have anything of note to see naked, you animal." She thought she was saying it just to upset him. Later, though, she would realize that she'd been hoping he would strip again and rape her here and now.

He left, though, leaving Andrea to just lay there and enjoy the afterglow of a delightful, though roughly received orgasm. After some time, she struggled to rise and free the shackles from the hook on the bulkhead. She pulled her dress up to hide her breasts again, then -- struggling against pounding she'd taken -- got to her feet to straighten out the lower portion of her clothing.

Wandering about the cabin, Andrea looked for a key for the shackles or, at the least, a tool with which she could force them open. She found multiple pointed objects that could fit into the keyhole, but none of them would click over the mechanism and free her. Andrea finally gave up on that, instead contemplating escape in general.

There were a trio of small, square windows looking out the stern of the boat, but all Andrea could see was open sea and the ship's small wake. A single porthole window on the starboard side only revealed more ocean, but through the one on the port side, she saw land. She didn't know where they were, but she knew from her previous times on the main deck that they'd been sailing past the Mouth of the Eastern Yall and the Southernmost Bay; four days at sea with a strong wind, which she felt they'd had, meant that they may have actually reached the waters of the Dead Coast.

She turned her attention to other needs: food and water. She found both and dug in, drinking down an entire canteen of clean, citrus-flavored water and eating half a loaf of bread. Andrea wasn't naive; she knew that Hugo had left them here in the open for her to find, so at least she didn't feel that she'd be punished for consuming them.

Andrea returned to the port side window again, this time finding the earlier mist clearing. She caught sight of two, almost identical peaks about 200 to 300 kilometers apart. Knowing which mountains they were, she murmured to herself, "The Salfars. So ... we're heading for Frenk."

She couldn't imagine any other reason for sailing this route. There were no cities or towns -- that she knew of, anyway -- along the Dead Coast, thus the name of the region. She suddenly realized that Hugo was most likely delivering her to someone in the Frenkish Empire, someone to whom she would be of value for one reason or another.

Suddenly, the cabin door flew open, and in came Hugo. Again, Andrea attempted to fight the big, strong man off, but it was, of course, hopeless. He would once again find refuge for his cock inside her pussy, thrusting away at her until he filled her with his seed. And again, Adrea hid her face in the bedding to hide her reaction. Ironically, her reason for not wanting Hugo to know that he was driving her to orgasm was that she hoped he would continue to do so in an attempt to make her cum.


* For more on the titles we use -- which were established by HumanBean -- see this post.

 

[HumanBean]

Map of the Known World -- OOC thread

Greta's Encampment
Near the (remains of the burned) Smuggler's Village
On the coastline of The Long Sea
(Northwest of Survival Bay)

Afternoon:

Rolph listened to Greta reassuring the villagers that their Queen was going to take care of them. He'd already seen a great deal of generosity from Luna during his short time associated with her. He didn't see Greta's promises as going too far at all.

He headed for Philip's tent, finding him sleeping. Again or still was the question. Rolph had no idea that the man had begun his morning with the most enjoyable and most skilled of blowjobs. He had heard a rumor that Greta has spent the night in the tent. So, who knew what might or might not have happened in there.

Returning outside, he met with the more senior leaders: his people, Greta's people, and the village's people. The immediate threat to them was the approaching train of slavers/smugglers. Scouts had been going out and coming back all morning long to watch the approach.

Because the village still had its bridge over the small river, the scouts had been able to surveil both sides. But there was a concern regarding the bridge. If it remained intact for the enemies' arrival, they might fight their way across it.

Rolph had an idea about that. The grain on the other side of the river hadn't yet been fully harvested. By total coincidence, there was a 20-meter-wide, 200-meter-long stretch of tall grass just to the east of the road, which of course was just to the east of the south-to-north running river.

"We burn it," Rolph told Greta and the others. "We keep our fighters out of sight. We put some villagers in view, cleaning up. Make it look like they're trying to salvage what can be salvaged. Then, when the train is close to the bridge, we set fire to that stretch of grain. Catch them between the river and the flames."

"Won't they just retreat?" someone asked.

Rolph pointed to a minor gully down the village side of the river. "We put our archers there, out of sight. They wait until the fire starts to pop up."

More ideas were presented. When it seemed as though they had a plan, they set to it. The scouts had reported that the train was about two hours out. The slavers had sent their own scouts ahead, though. Rolph sent a quartet of mounted archers after them, just to scare them out of sight. Once the coast was again clear, the secret forces got into place.

Then, it was just a matter of waiting.

 

[HumanBean]

Map of the Known World -- OOC thread

(OOC: Continued from Post #270)

The House of Reed
Home of Count Peter and Countess Victoria

A few miles northwest of Smugglers Swamp
Northwest of Survival Bay

Late afternoon:

Morrow was very impressed with Countess Victoria. She was obviously inciteful, intuitive, and intelligent. She was also obviously dissatisfied with the man who'd become her husband. On occasion, Victoria had looked like she wanted to slap the Count for some of the comments or questions coming from his mouth.

"We can provide you as many as eight girls and women," she told Morrow. "If you wish boys and men, we can offer about the same number."

Morrow nodded appreciatively to her. "I don't think we will need more than 5 females. I would like them to appear young while still being able to handle themselves if they need to flee in a hurry. One or two boys as well. Some of my men will appear to be tightly bound slaves as well."

The Count looked very unhappy about the entire conversation. His wife laughed at him, saying, "Oh, Peter ... if we don't offer them, Lord Morrow is simply going to take them."

Morrow wished he could say that that wasn't true. But it was. The only way he thought they were going to get into Survival Bay was to appear as though they had something to sell.

Knowing she was correct, Victoria asked, "Am I not right, m'lord?"

"You are very perceptive, m'lady," Morrow responded, again bowing his head slightly to her. "I am thankful that we can come to this decision amicably.

Victoria said she would speak to the women. While she was gone, Morrow spoke more with the Count. They took a walk outside, during which Morrow asked if his men could be fed. "We've been on the road for many days without proper diet or rest."

"Do you need to leave today, m'lord?" Peter asked. "You and your men could take the evening here inside the palisade, where you will be safe."

His offer was meant to sound sincere. But Morrow sensed deception in his voice and mannerisms. He imagined the Count secretly sending a messenger to Survival Bay to alert the forces there. He would surely be rewarded for his warning.

"I wish we could, m'lord, and I appreciate the offer," Morrow said, his words more sincere that the other man's. "We are in pursuit of kidnapped girls and women, boys and men who might very well be put on boats for the Frenkish Empire any moment. A day lost to recuperate here would be good for my men but potentially tragic for our Charges."

They talked more about the slavers working between Survival Bay and The Long Sea coastal village. After an hour or so, Morrow had come to a firm conclusion: the Count was very much in league with the slavers, despite calling them scum, degenerates, and traitors to the Republic of Yalla.

Victoria found Morrow outside and invited him in to view and speak with the faux slaves. He was very satisfied with what he found. She had dressed them in an assortment of clothing to portray Indentured Slaves, Free Women from the Commoner and Merchant Classes, and everyone in between. The best part was how she'd had them all dirty up their clothes. She had assumed, correctly, that Morrow would want them to appear as though they'd been walking for days.

With the Count outside conspiring with his men, Victoria invited Morrow to the home's library, telling him, "I have a request, Lord Morrow ... a demand actually."

"I'm not surprised," he said politely. Thus far, all he'd offered the Nobles was that their Queen would be appreciative of their contribution."

"We are providing you these women as a service to Queen Luna," she told him, "To the future of her Realm."

Morrow had heard people say this and similar things often since coming to work for Luna. In his opinion, most of those people had truly meant it, too. They'd lived with an incompetent King for years. The Prince who'd done a great deal of the actual ruling had been corrupt as anyone Morrow had ever known.

Victoria continued about her reasons for helping, "...and, to a lesser extent, to rid this area of the slavers and smugglers who have so dominated life in this region ever since I arrived here as my husband's betrothed."

"I am sorry to hear that your marriage has not been as happy as you'd hoped, m'lady," Morrow said. He hadn't meant to do it, but he'd begun flirting with Victoria over the last few minutes. Would she appreciate it? Would she find it inappropriate? A decision would be coming soon.

But first, she told him, "My demand is ... that when this is all over with ... that you slay my husband."

Morrow's eyebrows rose in surprise. That he hadn't seen coming, even with knowing that she didn't love Peter as much as he might think she did.

"Kill him," she said without hesitation. "By sword, by dagger, by arrow. I don't care. Rid me of this wretched man ... and Queen Luna will have my undying loyalty and fealty..."

She had been getting nearer with every word. Suddenly, Victoria was cupping Morrow's crotch. As she massaged his quickly growing cock, she told him Morrow, "And you, m'lord ... can have your way with any female belonging to this estate ... including me."

Morrow intentionally pressed his manhood even harder into Victoria's clutching fingers as he smiled to her. He raised a hand to grope one of her tits, caressing a fingertip over a nipple that had hardened at some point in the past seconds or minutes. He looked to her lips and was about to lean in and kiss them.

But a call from beyond the closed door caused them to part, just before Peter entered the library. He stopped short at the sight of them just feet apart. He asked, trying not to sound suspicious but failing, "Are I interrupting something?"

"Yes, you are, Lord Peter," Morrow said. He turned to pass by Victoria as he continued, "Your wife was trying to convince me that my men and I had to spend the night in the Inner Ward. She wants the young women and boys who volunteered to aid me to spend the night under the stars. To make them appear more--"

Morrow turned to look to Victoria, asking, "What was that word you used? Haggard?"

"That's wonderful," Peter said without hesitation. He headed his wife's way as he continued, "Your men get some rest and good food. The slaves begin to look a bit more like slaves. I think this is an excellent idea, my dear."

He kissed her on the forehead before asking Morrow what he and his men would need. Morrow told him, "Only a relatively level place to set up our tents and build a couple of cooking fires."

Peter headed out again, leaving his wife with the visiting Lord. Morrow stepped closer to Victoria again, speaking softly, "I think that it would be better for both of us if I were to tend to that demand tonight. Before my men and I depart with your slaves. What would you think about that, m'lady?"

He listened to her response. Then he continued, "There might be a need to tend to some of the Count's guardians, too. Are there any that you would prefer were not tended to?"

Morrow didn't want to alienate Victoria by killing any of Peter's men who were special to her personally. For all he knew, she was fucking one or two of them on the side. Or one or two of them might even be a relative of hers.

Once they had that settled, Morrow whispered, "Once this is tended to, I'd like to come visit you in your bed chamber, m'lady."

 

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Map of the Known World -- OOC thread

Greta's Encampment
Near the (remains of the burned) Smuggler's Village
On the coastline of The Long Sea
(Northwest of Survival Bay)

Late Afternoon:

Greta could see that some of the villagers didn't like Rolph's idea of burning some of the village's unharvested grain to trap the soon-to-arrive train of slavers and smugglers. But again, she reassured them that Queen Luna would reimburse them for what they lost, adding, "You'll get ten-fold what we burn today on a boat to arrive in less than a fortnight. I promise, on behalf of your Queen."


Soon...

The sun was still an hour from touching East Salfar Peak when a scout from the slavers' train again appeared on the road east of the river. He was accompanied by three others from his group, including two archers; the four men from Rolph's group who'd run the last scout off were mounted and hidden behind one of the surviving buildings to be ready but, for the moment, seemingly off doing their protecting somewhere else.

Greta looked from her own hiding place toward her boats in the shallows anchored off the shore. In addition to positioning the ballistae for quick used against the train, the crews had decorated the boats with fishing nets and other related gear to make them look less military in nature.

Rolph's archers and a few from the village had taken their positions in the gully on the west side of the river. Greta's other contribution to the ambush had been having a dozen of her warriors -- archers and swordsmen both -- take up positions on the eastside bank of the river in the reeds, to await the explosion of promised violence.

The last bit of surprise was the part farthest away. A half dozen mounted archers and swordsmen had ridden two miles up the westside of the river to hide behind a rocky outcrop. They would wait until the train had passed by and fully out of sight before taking their horses across the river. This was a risky operation in that there was, of course, a possibility that the slavers might try the same thing. If the two groups of riders caught sight of one another, the entire ambush could be fouled.