<Posted from IM between Bliss & Amberghylles><br/><br/>Felicity jerked in a gasping breath, and another, her breasts heaving beneath the weight of his boot, and she shook her head frantically. "I- I am no good.... dead!" she managed, trying desperately to reason with a lord who was coming to seem a madman.<br/><br/>He chuckled and eased the pressure up slightly but not completely. "So you would rather be fucked and used than die? Offer yourself up to me, promise to give yourself to me... Beg me to fuck you and use you for my pleasure or I will crush the life from you and find some other poppet to wet my cock with."<br/><br/>"No!" she cried out, squirming under the somewhat relieved pressure of his boot. "I... my lord, I do not wish to die!" It was a horrible choice he was forcing upon her, and though it would ruin her, alive would be better than being snuffed out at the cruel nobleman's whim.<br/><br/>The pressure weighed down again. "Then say it," he hissed, "Beg me to fuck you. Beg me to use your body. Beg me to amuse myself with you. Beg for your life girl." The sound of hooves could be heard as his dark steed walked up, following at a walk after them and just now reaching him. "Tell me you would do anything to live..."<br/><br/>"Anything!" she cried out, not understanding the implication of saying such a thing to a man so cruel. "Use me for your pleasure, my lord, amuse yourself with me, anything, only let me live!"<br/><br/>The smile that crossed Brom's face was hidden by his helmet, but can be heard in his voice. "Very well," he said as he lifted his boot and set it upon the dirt beside her. Then he squatted down, his armor clattering softly as he drew a long knife and reached without hesitation to cut laces and fabric until her breasts lay bare in the moonlight.<br/><br/>The sob that lifted from her lips and shook her suddenly freed bosom was of combined fear and relief, hating what was happening but finding it preferable to death beneath his boot, or under the torture of whip or knife.<br/><br/>He stroked her naked breast with one metal clad hand, teasing the tender nipple lightly before trailing his hand down to her waist, where he grabbed hold of her skirt and pulled it to make room for his knife between the cloth and her skin. Soon it joined the pile of rags and he stroked her inner thigh with his blade while feasting his gaze upon her sweet sex. "Anything..." Brom said softly, "You will entertain me while I remove my armor to make use of this treasure." His gaze then moved to the steed waiting obediently. "You will use your hands and breasts and mouth, and you will choke down as much of his seed as you can. And you'll do it before I get my armor off unless you want to feel my whip on your tender little cunt."<br/><br/>"His..." her gaze followed where his went, and terrified eyes widened with a wordless, horrified moan, arms wrapping protectively around her denuded waist. "Oh!" realization was an awful thing, stomach twisting, but a glance showed no mercy - only a hard, cruel man wrapped in cold steel. Whimpering, nearly gibbering with the thought of the taboo act to come, she shifted with a soft cry onto her knees, then to her feet, half crawling, half walking toward the steed, and bending to peer beneath before falling to the ground with a sob.<br/><br/>He pulled his helmet free, and turned his head to watch her. The sight of her naked and sobbing made him growl in lust. He dropped his helm with a dull thud. "Perhaps," he said as he started to loosen and pull at one gauntlet, "After I have had my fill of your cunt I'll have you take him like a mare..."<br/>