[EX] Barbaric Castle
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				Title: <strong>[EX] Barbaric Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 05:51:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q15/doogieporker/Dark_Castle_by_vimark.jpg) </div>&nbsp; &nbsp;Cormac, the Dark One, strode down the long foyer that led to the two massive iron doors that were the entrance to his castle home.&nbsp; Behind him, a procession of loyal subjects, from his Vizier to his trusted generals moved along at an even pace, sure not to pass him or even step in line with him.&nbsp; He was the bloodthirsty warlord who had subjugated an entire realm beneath his armored boot.&nbsp; None dared challenge him in his own domain, preferring to catch what meager scraps fell from his coffers than to catch the falling of his axe.<br><br>&nbsp; Red eyes gleaming eerily from behind his horned helm, the warlord strode with confidence and the easy gait of a warrior.&nbsp; Though his skin was ashen, long ago tainted by the poison of a great Shadow Wyrm, his muscles were as hard and strong as ever, and his speed was unsurpassed in battle.&nbsp; It had been twenty years since he'd taken Harogard Karte as his own, and he seemed not a day older, not an age beyond the night when he had invaded from the Muir Urdine ocean.&nbsp; He was power, raw and savage and ruthless power, and those who had dared stand against him had fallen, beaten and bloodied, into their graves.<br><br>&nbsp; The procession continued, the warlord's pitch black cloak sliding along the darkened marble floors, until they passed through the double doors, and out onto the veranda overlooking the gathering of servants, slaves, and soldiers, all members of Castle Cormac to one degree or another.&nbsp; The assembly had been served after a failed assassination attempt, one in which the Dark One himself had personally beaten his would-be killer, single-handedly, and with no weapon.&nbsp; Now, the enemy agent was hung with heavy chains about his arms and chest, his ankles shackled together and his entire body suspended upside down from a set of gallows.&nbsp; He was naked, save for a simple loin cloth covering which barely hid the loss of control on his bladder when he saw Cormac approach.&nbsp; The King stopped, eying the man coldly, then raised his voice, speaking loudly enough for the entire assembly to hear.<br><br>&nbsp; "Before you is the one that thought me weak!" he cried, anger and fury obvious in his preternatural voice.&nbsp; "The sneak thief who thought to take me as I slumbered, to snatch my life away and return victorious to the traitor Volrath.&nbsp; But I am not weak, nor tired, nor failing in my rule.&nbsp; I am the Dark One, the Iron Gauntlet on Harogard Karte, and I will not be defeated.&nbsp; Those who try, those who seek to end my life and claim its worth as their own will be punished with such severity as to send a message to their fellows..."<br><br>&nbsp; With that, he nodded to his executioners, who both took up long, curved swords, their eyes devoid of mercy or pity behind their black death shrouds.&nbsp; They both held them high, and, as one, brought them swinging down, both weapons crossing within a hairsbreadth of one another, before biting into the man's neck at the same instant.&nbsp; The assassin's head rolled free, blood spraying onto the dark earth, and before they could sheathe their weapons, the assassin was well and truly dead.<br><br>&nbsp; "Let his be a warning.&nbsp; Death awaits those who betray the Dark One.&nbsp; I will eat the hearts of mine enemies, and drink of their blood.&nbsp; Cormac shall never be defeated!"<br><br>&nbsp; More out of fear than anything, the servants and slaves all cried out in response to Cormac's boast, cheering their King lest they become the next to fall to the executioner's blade.&nbsp; The only ones who showed any exuberance in their joyous cries were the various knights and legion soldiers in the crowd, their devotion to the Dark One almost religious in its zeal.&nbsp; As the cries faded, Cormac descended the winding stairs, moving toward the bleeding, headless corpse.&nbsp; The crowd fell silent then as he approached, and when he came to stand before the dead assassin, his hand shot out, digging into the man's chest.&nbsp; Viciously, he pulled it back out, the still beating assassin's heart in his grasp.&nbsp; He raised it high, his soldiers cheering, before bringing it to his lips and savagely tearing into it with his teeth.&nbsp; He bit again and again, devouring the organ, until nothing remained but the blood stains on his hands.<br><br>&nbsp; The cry of Cormac, chanted again and again, went up from the crowd, and the King receded, once more returning to the innards of Castle Cormac.&nbsp; His procession turned to follow him, though as he passed, he ordered the steward to round up a slave for his amusement, and to have her taken directly to his chambers.&nbsp; The blood-letting had aroused him, had fueled his ever-present lust into a roaring fire, and he had need for diversion.&nbsp; Plus, it would do to put one of them in line, to further reinforce what happened to those who displeased the King.&nbsp; The steward nodded, and hurried away, moving back out to the assembly and signaling the knights gathered.&nbsp; They began prodding the servants and slaves back inside, pushing them if they moved too slowly for their liking, and the steward watched, eying the women gathered and trying to determine the one to best receive the King's attention.<br><br>"You!" he called out, pointing to a busty, scantily-clad woman in the crowd.&nbsp; "Come with me.&nbsp; You are to be the personal entertainment for the Dark One this eve.&nbsp; Best hurry, girl...you know he doesn't like to be kept waiting..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Barbaric Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 11:50:48</strong>
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				Serrienne had not been at the castle long.&nbsp; She had been captured after an assault on her father's castle.&nbsp; He had once been one of the High Lords of Nordmark.&nbsp; She had lived a luxury life, safe, protected.&nbsp; Spoilt.&nbsp; Now she was a mere slave, reduced to wearing rags and eating the scraps that could be rummaged from the floor, or left on tables after a feast.&nbsp; Serrienne was a stunning looking beauty.&nbsp; There was a hint of Elven blood in her veins.&nbsp; Her mother was a half human half elf.&nbsp; And her daughter showed many of the Elven traits.&nbsp; She was graceful, elegant and had the pale, milky skin of the race.&nbsp; Her ears although weren't pointed, had a slightly more prominent angle than a pure human.<br><br>One thing the young Serrienne had been taught to use with efficiency was the long bow.&nbsp; She had been there beside her father when the Dark One's forces came.&nbsp; The arrows from her bow fell upon them like deadly rain.&nbsp; She was stood in front of the archers, she was their general, she loosed arrow after arrow on the enemy forces, standing proud and tall. Her capture had been had, many had died before he that day.&nbsp; When the forces had been subdued, Serrienne was forced to watch the execution of her beloved father, and then was clapped in chains and taken to the castle of the Dark One himself.&nbsp; She had kept herself hidden from him, she had no desire for him to see her, to remember that she had stood defiant before him.<br><br>This day had dawned with an air of tense apprehension.&nbsp; Rumour had it that an assassination attempt had failed on the Dark One.&nbsp; Cormac seemed to be watched by the forces of evil, protected for the darkness he was spreading across the land.&nbsp; The slaves were forced out to stand in the courtyard,watchign as the would be assassin was strung up, awaiting the arrival of the Lord, hatred burning in many eyes, but that was soon hidden when he arrived, surrounded by his sycophants and suck ups.&nbsp; Serrienne glared at him, picturing him skewed on her sword.&nbsp; Her hatred was not hidden and she was aware of nudges from those around her.<br><br>The slaves knew the Lord was a lustful, dangerous man.&nbsp; He enjoyed using, abusing, hurting the slaves.&nbsp; Serrienne had never known a man's touch.&nbsp; She was still a maiden.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her virginity safely guarded.&nbsp; The chastity belt still kept her pure.&nbsp; None had even dared remove it, that was for the Lord, when he decided to take her.&nbsp; She stood now, watching him, hatred burning brightly in her dark eyes.&nbsp; She would never be broken, never fall at his feet.&nbsp; Never call him Master.&nbsp; He was like a rabid dog.&nbsp; He needed to be put out of his misery.&nbsp; And if she ever got the chance, she would be the one to land that final blow, watching as the life died from his eyes with a look of total amazement on his face.&nbsp; She smirked, a cold, evil look.&nbsp; She would never be his, never let him touch her.&nbsp; The chastity belt was her protection, placed on her by her father when news had arrived of the attack.&nbsp; The key was lost, she was sure.&nbsp; It had been around her father's neck, safely hung on a golden chain.&nbsp; She was sure her virginity would always remain intact.&nbsp; With the key lost who would be able to remove the device she wore.&nbsp; She felt that was her winning trick.&nbsp; The Lord would not touch her, she was safe.<br><br>But she had a shock coming.&nbsp; The key had been around her father's neck.&nbsp; But where was it now? Had someone taken it and handed it to Cormac?&nbsp; Or did another have it.&nbsp; She was not as safe as she wanted to be.&nbsp; Not by a long shot. Besides, all knew the Lord Cormac was a devious, evil man.&nbsp; He had ways others could not fathom.&nbsp; Serrienne would meet her Lord and when that day came she would be left weeping, broken.&nbsp; Her life changed for ever...<br><br>She had forgotten the steward, surveying the crowd.&nbsp; His eyes fell on her and he smirked, the golden key in his pocket.&nbsp; He would present this one to the Lord.&nbsp; Along with the key.&nbsp; A virgin for him to enjoy.<br><br><br><em>"You!" he called out, pointing to a busty, scantily-clad woman in the crowd.&nbsp; "Come with me.&nbsp; You are to be the personal entertainment for the Dark One this eve.&nbsp; Best hurry, girl...you know he doesn't like to be kept waiting..." </em><br><br>Serrienne gasped, hands grabbed her and she was pulled forward, she shook her head, the self assured smugness falling away as the steward parted her ragged outfit to reveal the chastity belt.&nbsp; His little piggy eyes burned bright.&nbsp; “I have the key, you will entertain the Dark One this eve.” He glinted and Serrienne was dragged away, her protests ignored.&nbsp; Fear shone in her eyes as she was taken through the castle.&nbsp; She was not as dangerous now.&nbsp; Would he remember her defiance on the battle field?&nbsp; Would he remember her dark eyes as she notched the arrow, the one that had so nearly got him....<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Barbaric Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 22:03:59</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Kaven<br>Port city of Kavenburg</strong><br>(http://tenby.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/13th-century-tenby.jpg)</div><hr><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e1/Ss7-hires.jpg)</div>Volrath greatest weakness was his lack of a navy and men to navigate and control those ships. He was young when Cormac's rule was declared by a decree of blood. The young man from Walburq, Nordmark, witnessed in horror as a storm of black steel an arcing blood trampled through his homeland. Volrath at the time was a young peacefule man with a knack and future as a metal smith, forger of tools and weapons to till the land. He was captured and fled within the chaos, leaving him with nothing. Over they years he saw the land turn under Cormac's rule, fear blanketed it and forged him to the man he became later in life. He was no freedom fighter, all he cared for was revenge. To tear the head from the "immortal" one and stick it on a pike for all his followers to see. <br><br>He became a wanderer, traveling tribe by tribe and asking for support which others were afraid to commit. Most could tolerate the taxation and conscription but few came under his banner. Hidden men loyal to him, everywhere they went there were those who opposed the tyranny of Cormac&nbsp; but there was never enough to make a direct assault. The goal was his stronghold, but without ships he would never get to even see the shores. In the last ten years he had gathered a small force, nothing large as constant fighting had forged them into the most ruthless fighters this side of the world had ever seen. The young either flew or were added to the body count, but all shared the same goal, to be free of Cormac and take righteous vengeance. As his subjects suffered, the army of Cormac grew fat, most of those stationed in the outer villages spent half their time drinking and gorging on food until they would need to have their armor reforged to fit them once more. There was those who were the best and most feared withing the King's ranks, but Volrath had many movements and revolts planned to draw the enemy away. <br><br>Volrath planning to take Kavenburg was a long process, he had to take the city as smoothly as possible. Scouts and communication was the first thing he needed to control. The last of the season's taxes had been taken away and as tempting as it was to take that away from Cormac, he resisted. The city had a reserve to survive the winter and if done properly they would take the city with minimal effort. Volrath's last movement was far to the east, people could sleep safe, blissfully unaware that the veteran warbringer was actually hiding in the hills with his men waiting to infiltrate and conquer. The aged man sent a prayer to the assassin he had sent to dispatch the king, hoping it would cause him to recall his main armies from the central lands to guard the cities round his capitol. A few days, weeks or months would be advantageous. With the coming of winter, it would also slow down communication and if Cormac was as brilliant a tactician as he was a fighter, then he would not foolishly push an army when the roads slicked with ice and its upkeep became far more burdensome on his coffers. In that time, in those winter months he would take those ships and use them to take to the seas in the coming Spring. <br><br>If all went as planned he would keep the port and prepare for the siege that would follow once Cormac's learned that a port city had fallen. By then he wanted to have more men within his ranks and the shipyards to prepare a fleet to begin plundering and taking port cities to grow. All he needed to do now was wait for night time and keep an eye out for that glint in the west guard tower. The people of Kavenburg would either bow down to Volrath or die by his axe... <br>The irony was not lost on him, but nothing would stop him. NOTHING! 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Barbaric Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>12-09-2010, 06:37:28</strong>
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				Clip, clop, clip, clop.&nbsp; The regular, wooden sound of Lady's hooves smacking against the well-packed dirt path nearly lulled Brand into a doze as he followed the track back to the clearing where he had made camp for the night.&nbsp; &nbsp;There, concealed beneath a copse of lush peach trees he had stashed his wagon.&nbsp; Well, he called it a wagon, but it was really more of a jumped-up cart, a small vehicular conveyance which could be tethered to the stately male and hauled.&nbsp; In it were the tools of his trade: manacles, metal restraints made for binding wrist or ankle; torn, ragged cloths, recycled through more captives than he could remember, torn and threadbare, barely enough to give them a modicum of modesty (and, of course, he could use them as gags, in a pinch); a box containing potions and vials, used to chemically pacify his slaves; a make-up kit, with paints and blush (after all, as a businessman, Brand knew the value of making his merchandise more presentable, and thus, more likely to fetch a higher price); and rope, coils and coils of rope.&nbsp; There were weapons there, too, bows and knives and swords and whips and floggers, some of which were used for self-defense, others for punishment.&nbsp; <br><br>When Lady reached the clearing, she snorted and tossed her head; Brand slid off, running his fingers through her mane, stroking her neck.&nbsp; He rummaged around in the back of the wagon for a moment and returned with a carrot and a bag of oats.&nbsp; He fed the carrot to the horse and then put the bag on the ground, stepping aside so she could investigate.&nbsp; "Good girl," he said, patting the horse's flank appreciatively.&nbsp; "Good girl."<br><br>That done, he set about untying the girl lying crosswise behind the saddle.&nbsp; Her wrists were bound together with rope behind her back, her legs similarly tied together.&nbsp; A cloth had been stuffed in her mouth, a rag tied around that to muffle her cries and screams.&nbsp; Completely unconcerned, Brand hoisted the struggling bundle off of Lady and lay her, none too gently, upon the grassy ground.<br><br>The light was better here than in the grove where he had caught her, his trap holding her suspended and flailing in the air until he had come along and cut her down.&nbsp; He always liked to make a cursory inspection of the girls he caught, for he knew that Cormac preferred his slaves healthy and unblemished.&nbsp; Pushing her over onto her back with his booted foot, he knelt and examined her body.&nbsp; Before he had bound her, he had stripped away all of her clothing, so that she was completely naked within the constraints of the rope.<br><br>Ignoring the fury mixed with pleading in her eyes, he looked her over, his fingers examining her by touch, traipsing over her neck, her stomach, her thighs.&nbsp; He combed through her auburn hair, (both on her head and otherwise) and palpitated her breasts, squeezing them like a farmer might squeeze a melon for ripeness.&nbsp; Kicking her over, he similarly examined her backside as well.&nbsp; The red marks from his switch were fading on her bottom, the result of a failed escape attempt.&nbsp; <br><br>Yes, this one should fetch a good price.&nbsp; She was young, healthy, and very pretty.&nbsp; A bit pale by Brand's standards, but then, he wasn't doing this for himself.&nbsp; <br><br>He stood up, returning to the wagon, rummaging around once more through its contents.&nbsp; This time he returned with a small leather bag, which turned out to contain a small vial.&nbsp; Very carefully, he uncorked the vial, upending it just enough to spill a single drop upon Briallen's pelvis.&nbsp; He watched with interest as the clear liquid splattered on her bare skin.&nbsp; After a moment, it began to glitter with a silver sheen.<br><br>Brand smiled to himself, re-stoppering the vial and tucking it back into the pouch.&nbsp; The Kinroot Extract test meant that she was a virgin; if not, it would have turned blood red.&nbsp; &nbsp;And, as Brand knew, Cormac paid much higher bounties for virgins.&nbsp; <br><br>Hauling her to her feet, he heaved her over his shoulder and set her down in the wagon.&nbsp; He spidered over her, tying her down with yet more restraints, so that she wouldn't wriggle out of the cart somehow.&nbsp; Lady looked up from her supper, still chewing, and whinnied.<br><br>"Yes, girl," he said, although whether he was addressing horse or captive was unclear.&nbsp; "This one will fetch us a fair amount.&nbsp; A fair amount, indeed."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Barbaric Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>12-09-2010, 08:58:57</strong>
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				The sun didn't shine often on the Barbaric Castle of Cormac. The brief glimpses of light that filtered through the clouds lighted upon the sparkling bath. Long dark chocolate locks curled in the water before landing upon silken creamy soft skin of one of the beauties that Cormac collected for his own trophies. Abigail was a lovely woman who took her cleanliness and clean smell seriously. She sunk down in the heated perfumed waters. The petals of various flowers floated upon the waters top and she swept one up in her hand. She was glad that she was not chosen that night. She kept skimming by on the choices of the castle's Lord.&nbsp; She sunk down into the water wetting her hair completely before she grabbed up some fatty scented soap and lathered up her hair. Bubbles floated along side the flowers as she rinsed her hair of the cleansing agent and then just leaned there to feel the warmth of the water and the warmth of the small amounts of sunlight that streamed in. <br><br>Her dark eyes closed and she let out a soft sigh of contentment. Before long, Abigail found herself humming a sweet tune and felt more at ease as she song came to blossom from her lips. Music always made her feel safer and at home than ever before. Her mind reeled back to when she was a free woman, well as free as you could be under the reign of your parents. She knew her father was ambitious for who he wanted to marry her, though she felt he really meant buy her. Abby knew she was a commodity for her father and for him to give her up to someone would take a lot of money or power. When Cormac raided the countryside and took her away, she had at first been glad to be away from her father's shenanigans, but when she realized who it was that swept her off to his castle, she wished otherwise.<br><br>Now the lovely brunette lay in her bath and knew she didn't have to rush to get out anytime soon. Her Lord would be preoccupied for the evening leaving her with little to worry over, at least she hoped so. It was quiet for the most part and the other girls who were around she hadn't seen much that day.
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				Post by: <strong>Lord Mayerling</strong> on <strong>12-09-2010, 20:16:54</strong>
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				Arkane marched in stride behind his Master in the procession to his greatness. Despite Cormac’s reputation for tyranny, Arkane admired the boy’s resolve to order and rule. Those who did not follow were unworthy of his powers, and thus need not live. Arkane made himself useful to his Master, and was thus rewarded with a knighthood and a place at his Mater’s side. It was a simple concept that alarmingly few seemed to grasp. Hierarchy is a remarkable stable system once it is accepted and adhered to, and Arkane was a prime example to the power of loyalty, and the reward of competence. The Holy was proud to follow The Lord. <br><br>The fear in the people was palpable that day, and he could feel it in the spirits present to witness Cormac’s procession. Even the dead feared him, and Arkane was the reason why. Yet something gnawed on his consciousness. Back within the castle, having his done his Master’s bidding, Cormac had requested a slave girl be brought forth. Arkane could feel her presence in the crowd before Cormac had even chosen her, and was surprised the feeling in his mind didn’t subside with her taking. <br><br>Free of his duties, Arkane excused himself to his turret chamber, and pontificated. Through the meditation ritual the spirits of dead of the past spoke of his future. In turn the elements visited his vision: Air, then Fire, then Earth, then Water. Water. He saw a girl floating in a pool of water. She was naked, her dark hair flattened round her scalp from full emersion her round breasts breaking the surface. She was warm, relaxed, tranquil, perfect, ripe for the taking. She was unknown to him, and with his powers dwindling ever lower, he asked the sprits to guide him to her. <br><br>A holy map appeared at his feet, and a scent wafted into his nostrils, causing deep inhalation. His vision ended, and he was all but drained. For now. He tucked The Tome, his most prized inanimate possession under his arm, and coiled a reticulated whip in the other. He left his chamber with her scent still fresh on his senses. She was close by. His steps followed her scent until he arrived at a closed door. Steam was escaping the room around the doorframe, signaling him that he had found his charge. He clutched the whip in his hand, steeling himself for what was about to occur. His dwindling powers left him vulnerable at the moment; he would have to exert his control quickly. <br><br>Without knocking, he opened the door and stepped into a fog of steam. Her musical voice was floating within it, soft as rose petals. Her scent was strong. He could see the pool of water in which she sat, and he prepared his stance to take her, though he could not yet see her through the thick cloud of steam. If she tried to resist or attack, she would take the brunt of the whip. <br><br>“I am Arkane the Holy,” his well-practiced voice commanded. “Come forth from the waters to be taken. You will perform the ritual.” <br><br>While Cormac’s reputation was clearly instilled on the hearts and minds of the slaves, Arkane’s was much more mysterious, insidious as smoke, far more mental and spiritual than physical. Those who had taken part in the ritual usually became addicted to the powers it instilled, and in that process became personally enslaved to him, unwilling to endanger that which had bestowed such prowess, and in fact protective of it. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Barbaric Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>12-09-2010, 20:55:48</strong>
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				<strong>Captured Innocence</strong><br><br>The plodding gait would have been lulling if it didn't rock her side into the biting edge of saddle with deliberate regularity, soothing if she wasn't still feeling foreign slashes of heat on her backside or perhaps even calming if she wasn't absolutely terrified.<br><br>She should have known by the rheumy look of fear in Mabyn's eyes that morning.&nbsp; After sipping at the special tea the old woman sometimes drank in place of their usual brew, she'd gone silent, meditative, the bowl of steaming liquid held in both hands as she stared into and past the dark surface.&nbsp; Mabyn 'saw' something in the slick of iridescence - an omen, a warning, a vision - and it shook her.&nbsp; <br><br>Mabyn, who had grown more bent of back though she was still wiry and strong when necessary, retained a nimble mind though the wise, green eyes had grown a bit milky with time. Some had whispered 'hag', 'witch' but Briallen never would; Special, Gifted, even Enchanted, but no witch.&nbsp; Briallen had never seen the woman in such a way; concerned, yes, or thoughtful but those previous visions had been about villagers distant from their small haven at the edge of the swamp.&nbsp; Thinking back on the shadow that had crossed the beloved creased face, she understood she was in straits more dire than her imagination could conjure.<br><br>The older woman had quickly turned uncharacteristically melancholy, digging through a small chest of keepsakes to pull out a small leather pouch cinched closed with a long leather lace.&nbsp; She hung the thing around the bewildered girl's neck, the 'pouch' settling between her breasts.&nbsp; Then palming the smooth unblemished cheek in a leathery hand, she spoke.&nbsp; "Keep this with you always, Briallen.&nbsp; It might save your life some day."<br>&nbsp; <br>The leather had grown dry with disuse and lifting the thing away from her, it fit easily in the palm of her hand where she studied it with curious confusion.&nbsp; "But Mah.."&nbsp; Boney fingers pressed the girls lips to shush.&nbsp; "I thought it best to keep you from the world's horrors, girl.&nbsp; And now you are ill equipped for what is coming.&nbsp; May the Goddess forgive my arrogance and have mercy on us both this day and those yet to be."<br><br>How long ago was that?&nbsp; <em>Forever, Bree... forever ago.</em> <br><br><div align="center">~ ~ ~</div><br>He had flushed her out to running and that's when she met his trap.&nbsp; Her scream pierced the surrounding woods, but no help came as she dangled and screeched.&nbsp; An attempted run for home for the familiar arms of Mabyn came with a lesson that she would not soon forget.&nbsp; The man would just not listen to reason, muffling her pleadings with a rag that tasted of musty dust while it sucked nearly every bit of moisture from her mouth.&nbsp; Tears of frustration and fear had wet and dried and wet and dried her cheeks over again.&nbsp; <br><br>And the indignities kept mounting.&nbsp; <br><br>The burning in her shoulders, the chaffing at her wrists and ankles, the sore at her side and ribs; all these were forgotten as he off-handedly molested her naked body, taking stock as if she were a beast to trade or sell.&nbsp; Ducking his touch was futile and struggling had got her nowhere, so she opted to lay as passively as possible.&nbsp; Still she squirmed and whimpered, squeezing her eyes closed tight when they weren't stabbing daggers at him.&nbsp; <br><br>Where was her pouch?&nbsp; The long lace bit into her nape when her captor snapped it from her neck, the dried leather giving easily with a dull pop.&nbsp; Was there magic in it to save her life?&nbsp; Earlier, when she sneaked away from the safety of their humble home on a quest to fetch some gooseberries - Mabyn's favorite treat - the curious girl had peeked inside.&nbsp; The three items nestled there had only made her more curious; a ruby gem the size of her smallest fingernail and the color of blood, a lock of hair that was still soft and curling, the color of her own, and a tooth, largish and ugly with markings etched on its surface.<br><br>Fresh tears leaked, nearly silent but for the wheezy breathing through her nose; eyes red rimmed and puffy, the crying snot gathered on her muzzling rags as she lay pinned on the cart bed trembling and naked under a web of biting ropes.&nbsp; <br><br>Briallen had never known hate; it was a unfamiliar feeling, an unknown concept.&nbsp; But its seed had been planted that day under dappling sunshine and the sweet smell of peaches, taking root in a young girl's fear.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Barbaric Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 00:45:21</strong>
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				Laying in her solitude she was lost in her song and just relaxed in the warm waters. The young slave had no idea that anyone had entered her temporary sanctum. She moved her arms upward from the depths of the water to push her long dark locks back from her face. As she slowed her song she sighed quietly and then heard the voice as it broke through the silence and fog that surrounded the room. The voice was unknown to her, having heard many within the castle but somehow, not this one. She pressed her pale pink lips together and turned covering herself somewhat as she glanced around for the owner of the command. He sounded like a priest of some sort, maybe he was here to confirm her virginal status.&nbsp; <br><br>The waters rippled and splashed with her movements as she slipped to her feet. The dark haired female stood as nymph of a lake, surrounded and protected by the fogs that would cloud the mind's of men and still their hearts once they gazed upon her beauty. Abigail reached for her simple soft brown wool towel and draped it around her quickly as she stepped out of the water. Trying to remain quiet and vigilant in her movements she glanced around seeking out this Arkane priest that beckoned her forth. <br><br><strong>"Nay. I do not have the means to perform rituals, Holy Man. I am but a servant of Cormac now, nothing more. I only entertain."</strong><br><br>While chewing at her lower lip she stepped away from the tub area, with a cautious glance behind her and to each side. She tried to be stealthy and spot her intruder before he found her in the mists. Her footfalls while quiet left small footprints in her wake as she moved around the cold stone floored room. With a slight shiver over her body, she rubbed at her arms and tried to get closer toward the fire that heated the room, seeking its warmth and guidance in this unknown place. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Barbaric Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lord Mayerling</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 23:01:11</strong>
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				From nothing the thong of the whip lashed at her waist and coiled round her narrow middle tightly, and she was his. Suddenly she felt his hand wrapped round the length of her hair behind her scalp, and he yanked her to her knees. The voice of a man sounding long since dead reverberated in her young, perfect ears. “Your occupation here matters very little to me; your opinion on the ritual, even less,” it his hissed with little more than breath. “The gods have brought me to you, and they shall have you along with me. You shall entertain.” <br>&nbsp;<br>Even as the heat from the fire reached her naked front, her back was cold and wet as a highland bog. He unwound the whip from above her hips, but he still held it firm in his hand should she attempt to fly. He also let go of her hair and rose from her, the distance, paradoxically, giving him even more power over her in its allowance for him to react to any move she might make. He dared not tell her of the power of the ritual they were about to undertake together, but instead he simply initiated it, reading from the book he carried and held in his left hand as he gripped the whip in the right.<br>&nbsp;<br>His voice was not only incredibly clear now, but deep and authoritative, as if the gods themselves lent it credence, and spoke through him. The language he used was ancient and indecipherable, the only word recognizable the proper noun Leviathan. Water trickled over her naked body, falling form a place unseen, hidden in the mists; the heat of the fire powerless to evaporate it. A paralyzing ice cold at first, the waters then turned hot, making her body literally steam from its heat. Warm water began to surround her, slowly filling the bathing chamber. She buoyed on it, much like a ship on the ocean. Droplets of coercion condensed on her cold psyche, each one the voice of an elemental water spirit entering her mind.<br>&nbsp;<br>The ritual continued on to a new verse, a new invocation. Waves began to push her this way and that, urgently guiding her along a torrential river. The line between dream and reality blurred, warped, and then all but disappeared. She was being carried by the waters to place unknown where she was to be marooned. A holy place presided over by a holy man. The warden of the spirits who presented her to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Barbaric Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 23:16:53</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Alina...watching the gruesome scene and then finding an excuse to escape the castle for a few hours.</em><br><br>(http://www.hollow-art.com/files/bases/Rachel_Hurd_Wood_051.jpg) (http://www.hollow-art.com/files/bases/Rachel_Hurd_Wood_010.jpg) (http://www.hollow-art.com/files/bases/Rachel_Hurd_Wood_009_0.jpg) </div><br>Alina (http://a69.g.akamai.net/n/69/10688/v1/img5.allocine.fr/acmedia/medias/nmedia/18/36/23/59/18668420.jpg) hated Cormac. She hated his men, she hated the castle, she hated everything about it. The only good thing about her life right now was that the Lord and his knights had not noticed that the servant girl who had been serving in the castle since she was old enough to walk had actually grown into a woman. A young, ripe virgin that would undoubtedly be destroyed if they noticed her. They already had a variety of slave girls at their beck and call, but Cormac was insatiable...and his men were just as bad. They always wanted something "New." Like a new toy, or a new horse. Now that Alina was 18, she had the body of a woman and long red curls the color of blood. Therefore, she always wore a head scarf to cover her hair, and a long dress to cover her body. So far she'd managed to stay out of their way, but it seemed like the men could almost smell fresh meat, and she'd rather kill herself than become a slave like the girls who screamed from his room every night. She'd had to clean up the blood, cum and a variety of other things that she didn't want to think about. Those girls lived in hell, and although Alina didn't want to die, she wanted to be a sex slave even less.<br><br>The horns blew and she heard the telltale signs of a victorious return. She attempted to escape back down to her room in the servants' quarters, but the crowd of excited brown nosers were pushing her around and she was forced to simply wait as the gruesome display went on. Once it was over, the young girl saw him choose a beautiful olive skinned woman from the crowd, and Alina sent up a prayer for the poor girl, wishing she could save her. However, she knew that was a pointless wish, so she simply sighed sadly and once again escaped from the crowd. There were chores to do, but more than anything, she wanted to get away from the stench of death that always hung around the castle...but was now more concentrated.<br><br>Running down a spiral stone staircase, she saw the main housekeeper, Margrete, and caught her arm.<br><br>"Is there anything I can do out of the castle? Errands that need to be done in the village? Anything?"<br><br>Margrete understood immediately and nodded.<br><br><em>"Take one of the horses and go into town to fetch some more fish. We're running low. Show them your Cormac pendent, and then return when you've filled a good cart load."</em><br><br>Alina smiled and the kindly old woman patted her shoulder before turning around and barking out some orders to another maid. Sighing in relief, Alina took the staircase back up and pulled her ragged shawl tight around her body before exiting the castle. The wind bit sharply, but it felt good to be out of that evil bastion. Looking around, she found a groomsman and smiled.<br><br>"I'll need a horse and cart to go into the village, please."<br><br>Soon it was done, and she got up onto the cart to grab the reins, clicking her tongue and feeling the wheels start into motion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Barbaric Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lypiphera</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 14:16:56</strong>
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				Aeirik Wavehunter strode through mire surrounding the small camp. They had been positioned in this tiny clearing awaiting the moment of battle for many days now and the land was bogged down with the passing of many booted feet and the drilling of a finely honed unit of men.<br><br>Aeirik was proud of his unit, the elite, those chosen to protect Volrath during his every waking hour, for they were more than ready to turn aside the tide of warriors drawn into the cold, steely embrace of Volrath's sword and keep him safe in his moment of glory. For they knew now was the time. Volrath would succeed and soon he and his men would watch over this fine land and celebrate in the safe, warm walls of the great castle.<br><br>With a rustle of armour and weaponry Aeirik reached the top of the small rise which gave them a clear view of the city bellow them and stood next to his commander. His long, simply braided hair glowed with the day's light flitering through the surrounding tree tops as he bowed low and reported the days activities to his lord, finishing with a simple heart-felt statement:<br><br>"We are ready, my lord."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Barbaric Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 23:26:11</strong>
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				<em>Clip, clop, clip, clop.</em>&nbsp; Lady's progress beat a regular, lazy rhythm as she plodded along the city streets.&nbsp; Behind her, the cart rumbled along, its wooden wheels squeaking.&nbsp; In it, the still-restrained Briallen lay, wearing only a loose-fitting tunic, the sole concession to modesty that Brand had allowed her.&nbsp; It was obvious that the garment had seen much use; although it was probably originally white, it had faded to a dirty beige, and was stained and threadbare in places.&nbsp; Her own clothes were stuffed behind him in one of his saddlebags; he would go through them later.&nbsp; Most likely they would be sold to a tailor he knew in town, who would then turn them around as his own goods.&nbsp; There was a sort of tidy efficiency to it that Brand loved.<br><br>He wasn't completely heartless.&nbsp; He'd given Briallen a sack of grain to use as a pillow so that her head didn't bounce against the baseboards every time the cart ran over a rock or the wheels went through a furrow.&nbsp; He had his swordbelt at his left hip, in case that he experienced any sort of bandit trouble; he had his whip curled up on his right, in case his captive managed to free herself and tried to escape. <br><br>In the middle distance, the stark minarets and parapets of Castle Cormac looked dark and ominous against the sky.&nbsp; To many, those bleak towers evoked fear; Brand, however, was immune.&nbsp; He merely shaded his eyes with his hand as he led his horse and cargo onward.<br><br>It wasn't until they had reached the gate-house of the castle that he stopped, Cormac's guards approaching him to inspect his baggage.&nbsp; &nbsp;Their fierce countenances passed over the young, helpless seventeen-year old, their condescending smirks like leering vultures.&nbsp; <em>Another playtoy for the King.&nbsp; </em><br><br>He was waved on to the stables, and there he dismounted, letting the hostler tend to Lady and detach the cart from her tack.&nbsp; He threw one leg over the cart rail, and leaned down to untie the rope that secured Briallen's ankle.&nbsp; "We're nearly there," he told her, casually.&nbsp; "And then you will be no longer my concern.&nbsp; A brief stop to eat, drink, and do your business; then we dress you up, make you look presentable.&nbsp; And then--the King."<br><br>The last bond was undone, allowing her to stand up.&nbsp; Standing on the edge of the cart, Brand pointed to an empty stall, one of the stalls used normally for the horses.&nbsp; "In there you will find a bucket.&nbsp; Use it to relieve yourself; I'll be in shortly with some food and drink." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Barbaric Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>18-09-2010, 00:31:02</strong>
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				As the whip came out of&nbsp; nowhere a squeal escaped the young raven haired beauty.&nbsp; With a firm grip&nbsp; of the whip released, Abigail tried to put a distance from his grasp. The tenderness of her scalp was felt as soon as her hair was released from his opposite hand. She noticed he stepped away and it confused her, but thought maybe he had thought further on what he was doing to her. She almost gave a smile of triumph but she then noticed his book. There had been talk of witches and healers but this was something she had not witnessed personally. The young female had no idea of what to expect and looked almost panicked by the authority of his voice as it reached out and chilled her to the bone. <br><br><em>Leviathan.</em><br><br>She knew little about things but had heard tales of such sea monsters from different bardic songs that passed around through her years traveling with her father. Streams of cold water flowing over her form made her shiver and her teeth chattered some before she suddenly felt the temperature rise and steam around her. The entire act of what was happening confused and frightened Abigail. Fears of drowning in the depths of the water suddenly washed over her and she started to cry out for help, for a release of the torturous assault on her mind. As soon as the waves began to push on with a rough intent she gasped and flailed some, trying to find her way out of the torrential waters. The reality was lost on her and she was deep in the depths of her mind where the waters threatened their force upon her, drowning her slowly, slowly drowning her will. She would be thankful to any who rescued her now. <br><br>As soon as it was thought, the prayers answered if you will, she felt her body being washed ashore. Her limbs were weak and her body spent as she lay there and used what little energy left to glance upward. She lay before the holy man breathing hard and shivering. A thankful glance in his direction let her know she was glad the elemental assault had stopped and she could not fight them to any degree of triumph. Her silken milky white legs curled up under her ample form and her arms wrapped around her shivering as she lay at his feet, almost afraid to move.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Barbaric Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>18-09-2010, 20:09:28</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=81673.msg3602665#msg3602665">Quote from: kaz on 08-09-2010, 11:50:48</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Serrienne had not been at the castle long.&nbsp; She had been captured after an assault on her father's castle.&nbsp; He had once been one of the High Lords of Nordmark.&nbsp; She had lived a luxury life, safe, protected.&nbsp; Spoilt.&nbsp; Now she was a mere slave, reduced to wearing rags and eating the scraps that could be rummaged from the floor, or left on tables after a feast.&nbsp; Serrienne was a stunning looking beauty.&nbsp; There was a hint of Elven blood in her veins.&nbsp; Her mother was a half human half elf.&nbsp; And her daughter showed many of the Elven traits.&nbsp; She was graceful, elegant and had the pale, milky skin of the race.&nbsp; Her ears although weren't pointed, had a slightly more prominent angle than a pure human.<br><br>One thing the young Serrienne had been taught to use with efficiency was the long bow.&nbsp; She had been there beside her father when the Dark One's forces came.&nbsp; The arrows from her bow fell upon them like deadly rain.&nbsp; She was stood in front of the archers, she was their general, she loosed arrow after arrow on the enemy forces, standing proud and tall. Her capture had been had, many had died before he that day.&nbsp; When the forces had been subdued, Serrienne was forced to watch the execution of her beloved father, and then was clapped in chains and taken to the castle of the Dark One himself.&nbsp; She had kept herself hidden from him, she had no desire for him to see her, to remember that she had stood defiant before him.<br><br>This day had dawned with an air of tense apprehension.&nbsp; Rumour had it that an assassination attempt had failed on the Dark One.&nbsp; Cormac seemed to be watched by the forces of evil, protected for the darkness he was spreading across the land.&nbsp; The slaves were forced out to stand in the courtyard,watchign as the would be assassin was strung up, awaiting the arrival of the Lord, hatred burning in many eyes, but that was soon hidden when he arrived, surrounded by his sycophants and suck ups.&nbsp; Serrienne glared at him, picturing him skewed on her sword.&nbsp; Her hatred was not hidden and she was aware of nudges from those around her.<br><br>The slaves knew the Lord was a lustful, dangerous man.&nbsp; He enjoyed using, abusing, hurting the slaves.&nbsp; Serrienne had never known a man's touch.&nbsp; She was still a maiden.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her virginity safely guarded.&nbsp; The chastity belt still kept her pure.&nbsp; None had even dared remove it, that was for the Lord, when he decided to take her.&nbsp; She stood now, watching him, hatred burning brightly in her dark eyes.&nbsp; She would never be broken, never fall at his feet.&nbsp; Never call him Master.&nbsp; He was like a rabid dog.&nbsp; He needed to be put out of his misery.&nbsp; And if she ever got the chance, she would be the one to land that final blow, watching as the life died from his eyes with a look of total amazement on his face.&nbsp; She smirked, a cold, evil look.&nbsp; She would never be his, never let him touch her.&nbsp; The chastity belt was her protection, placed on her by her father when news had arrived of the attack.&nbsp; The key was lost, she was sure.&nbsp; It had been around her father's neck, safely hung on a golden chain.&nbsp; She was sure her virginity would always remain intact.&nbsp; With the key lost who would be able to remove the device she wore.&nbsp; She felt that was her winning trick.&nbsp; The Lord would not touch her, she was safe.<br><br>But she had a shock coming.&nbsp; The key had been around her father's neck.&nbsp; But where was it now? Had someone taken it and handed it to Cormac?&nbsp; Or did another have it.&nbsp; She was not as safe as she wanted to be.&nbsp; Not by a long shot. Besides, all knew the Lord Cormac was a devious, evil man.&nbsp; He had ways others could not fathom.&nbsp; Serrienne would meet her Lord and when that day came she would be left weeping, broken.&nbsp; Her life changed for ever...<br><br>She had forgotten the steward, surveying the crowd.&nbsp; His eyes fell on her and he smirked, the golden key in his pocket.&nbsp; He would present this one to the Lord.&nbsp; Along with the key.&nbsp; A virgin for him to enjoy.<br><br><br><em>"You!" he called out, pointing to a busty, scantily-clad woman in the crowd.&nbsp; "Come with me.&nbsp; You are to be the personal entertainment for the Dark One this eve.&nbsp; Best hurry, girl...you know he doesn't like to be kept waiting..." </em><br><br>Serrienne gasped, hands grabbed her and she was pulled forward, she shook her head, the self assured smugness falling away as the steward parted her ragged outfit to reveal the chastity belt.&nbsp; His little piggy eyes burned bright.&nbsp; “I have the key, you will entertain the Dark One this eve.” He glinted and Serrienne was dragged away, her protests ignored.&nbsp; Fear shone in her eyes as she was taken through the castle.&nbsp; She was not as dangerous now.&nbsp; Would he remember her defiance on the battle field?&nbsp; Would he remember her dark eyes as she notched the arrow, the one that had so nearly got him....<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Cormac had returned to his chambers, the taste of blood still on his tongue.&nbsp; His bloodlust was far from spent, but with the coming forays into the battles with Volrath's forces, he would taste more of it soon enough.&nbsp; His red eyes gleamed in the gloomy room, the few sparse candles the only source of illumination, and even they cast long shadows of his muscled form as he slowly moved throughout the chamber.&nbsp; His arms lifted, removing his helmet, and he sat it down next to his bed of furs and hide.&nbsp; Despite the opulence of parts of the castle, he preferred a minimalism that mimicked the army camps and rough wilderness sites he had known in his past.&nbsp; Comfort was a weakness, and one that could be exploited.&nbsp; It made men soft, turning their muscles to fat and tearing down their resolve for glory.&nbsp; Cormac was not weak, and would not allow himself to know any of the comforts of lesser men.<br><br>Save for one.<br><br>The chamber door opened, and as he reclined on his bed of furs and hides, his red eyes watched as the steward led the slave girl in, a single chain attached to a collar about her neck.&nbsp; The man grinned, eying his master in curiously, hoping for some sign of favor in his quick obeying of the orders he'd been given.&nbsp; Cormac said nothing, merely watching as the steward led the girl before him.&nbsp; Her terror was obvious, her wide eyes betraying any defiance she might have thought to put forth as a front for her own weakness.&nbsp; Her body was trembling slightly, but he supposed he couldn't blame her...they all did that.<br><br>With one swift move that shouldn't have been possible for a man his size, Cormac moved from the bed and stood before her, one grey hand rising to cup her chin.&nbsp; He grinned, his red eyes gleaming once more, and he turned to look at the cowering steward.<br><br>"You've done well in choosing, steward..." he said, but before the man could react, he added, "Begone."<br><br>The steward stared at his lord for a moment, and then turned, moving quickly from the room.&nbsp; He closed the large iron door shut behind him, the sound echoing throughout the chamber.&nbsp; Cormac returned his gaze to the woman before him, his eyes boring into her own, and he spoke.<br><br>"What are you called?" he asked, his voice quiet and calm, an uncommon trait for one his reputation.&nbsp; "Speak, girl, and be at ease.&nbsp; No harm will come to you unless you desire it..."<br><br>He chuckled, the sound a deep reverberating bass from his muscled chest, and he waited for her answer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Barbaric Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idachan</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 11:56:14</strong>
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				As an apprentice Casper didn't recieve heavy attention most of the time, a whimp of a boy who looked like the youngest of the squires could easily take him out but protected merely from the knowledge of who his master was. There was a definite unwillingness to cross any mage employed by the dark king from what Casper had gathered, the apprentice most willing to take advantage of that, and some of that reflected on the redhaired youth, and pretty-boy Casper was left alone most of the time. Though that could of course have something to do with how the youth was frequently seen collecting all kinds of gross things for his master.<br><br>Like the blood of the executed assassin for example, Casper had diligently filled small clay pitchers and labelled them while being careful to not spill much of it on her clothes though the gloves she wore didn't look quite useable after that. But master Volgo didn't have an immediate need for them, judging from the sounds coming from his dwellings he had found other things to preoccupy his mind, a goat or sheep if Casper interpreted the sounds correctly.<br><br>As a girl Caspia's situation was rather bone-chilling, not only did she have to make sure she wasn't discovered but she was working rather close with a quite strange man and in her vicinity there was one who few words could describe. It was regrettable that her old master had passed her into the care of Volgo but she couldn't deny that he was knowledgeable, in the years she had apprenticed for him she had learned more than she thought possible despite the sheer grossness of some of the things she had learned.<br><br>Caspia slipped down the stairs from her master's dwellings again, having left the pitchers in the storage room, and washed her bloodsoaked gloves in cold water with some salt. Without the gloves her hands looked suspiciously small and gracefull, her wrist slender and fragile when compared to the hands of a boy. Things were starting to get troublesome, her clothes were large enough to hide her shape if she padded out her stomach a little but even that was getting difficult. Not to mention how dangerous her monthly cycle was proving, Volgo could almost smell blood so she had to make sure to spill pig's blood on her skin every day while she was bleeding.<br><br>Sighing Caspia hung her now simply discoloured gloves up to dry, she had wanted to study rituals but if the master was busy that wasn't an option after all and it left her eager for something to do that took her far from master Volgo and that poor goat. She could sneak into the kitchen of course, the maids all knew her as a scrawny pretty boy and most of them were eager to pamper her despite her master, but that didn't appeal to her, neither did hiding in the stables as she wasn't particularly close with the stable-boys.<br><br>While contemplating her choices Caspia's green eyes fell on Alina climbing up onto the cart and Caspia darted out a door, around a corner and followed a wall untill it lowered enough for her to climb over it, jumping down on the road beside it and waiting just a moment for Alina's cart to come close enough.<br>"Room for a passenger?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Barbaric Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lord Mayerling</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 22:45:11</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=81673.msg3646857#msg3646857">Quote from: Josietta on 18-09-2010, 00:31:02</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">As the whip came out of&nbsp; nowhere a squeal escaped the young raven haired beauty.&nbsp; With a firm grip&nbsp; of the whip released, Abigail tried to put a distance from his grasp. The tenderness of her scalp was felt as soon as her hair was released from his opposite hand. She noticed he stepped away and it confused her, but thought maybe he had thought further on what he was doing to her. She almost gave a smile of triumph but she then noticed his book. There had been talk of witches and healers but this was something she had not witnessed personally. The young female had no idea of what to expect and looked almost panicked by the authority of his voice as it reached out and chilled her to the bone. <br><br><em>Leviathan.</em><br><br>She knew little about things but had heard tales of such sea monsters from different bardic songs that passed around through her years traveling with her father. Streams of cold water flowing over her form made her shiver and her teeth chattered some before she suddenly felt the temperature rise and steam around her. The entire act of what was happening confused and frightened Abigail. Fears of drowning in the depths of the water suddenly washed over her and she started to cry out for help, for a release of the torturous assault on her mind. As soon as the waves began to push on with a rough intent she gasped and flailed some, trying to find her way out of the torrential waters. The reality was lost on her and she was deep in the depths of her mind where the waters threatened their force upon her, drowning her slowly, slowly drowning her will. She would be thankful to any who rescued her now. <br><br>As soon as it was thought, the prayers answered if you will, she felt her body being washed ashore. Her limbs were weak and her body spent as she lay there and used what little energy left to glance upward. She lay before the holy man breathing hard and shivering. A thankful glance in his direction let her know she was glad the elemental assault had stopped and she could not fight them to any degree of triumph. Her silken milky white legs curled up under her ample form and her arms wrapped around her shivering as she lay at his feet, almost afraid to move.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>He looked down at his slave from above. He looked younger now, and the book he used was absent from his hands. Now he spoke from memory, gesturing along with the words. Suddenly she rose, lifted by column of water pushing her, buoying her, from below. Angelic voices began to sing around them, the irresistible sound of the sirens song. The water spirits continued to claw their way ashore, singing as the holy man spoke the words of the ritual across her body. Waves began to crash over them, bringing a larger audience of water spirits. Her vulnerable body slammed against the water column as wave after wave pummeled her. The holy man stood soaked and dripping from the waves, being battered just as much as her, but still standing over her as she lay on the water column alter. <br><br>The water spirits began to dance, and the waves came harder. The energy forming around and crashing against them became so strong that it battered the holy man’s robes free from his body, leaving him naked, but still standing over her as the massive, powerful waves continued to slam against them. The sounds of the sea now nearly eclipsed the song of the sirens, and the waves crested over them with such force and frequency that it was certain they would soon drown. <br><br>The dancing spirits then merged with the waves, the magical energies still ever increasing as the holy man spoke the ancient verses. The spirits formed a bubble of air around their worshipers, the waves continued to crash against the wall or water, but they no longer touched the holy man or his prize. The column continued to hold her in place, the crashing waves replaced by sentient-seeming tendrils emanating from its surface, adjusting her position on the column and binding her silky limbs to the column like wet rope, locking her to its fluid surface. He was now in a position to take her; to fill her. The tendrils flowing over the surface of her body immobilizing her in place to be taken. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Barbaric Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 00:15:03</strong>
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				Alina had made it almost out of the main castle area when she heard a shout behind her.<br><br>"Whoa!"<br><br>She pulled on the reins and turned to look over her shoulder at the boy who ran her way. She'd seen him around...Casper? That might have been his name, but he worked for one of the "sorcerers," and Alina tended to steer clear of them. Still, the boy seemed nice enough, and she'd been told he was a couple of years younger than her. <br><br>Smiling at him, she realized that he moved in a strange way for a young boy. Almost as if he was trying overly hard to be masculine. Still, she wasn't going to make assumptions like that. Instead, she simply nodded and gestured to the empty seat next to her and held the horse still.<br><br>"Aye. Casper, is it not? I'm Alina."<br><br>She held her hand out to him in order to assist him in mounting the cart, and then clicked her tongue before snapping the reins lightly. The horse spurred into action, and the cart rolled over the ground...seeming to hit every bump and hole as it did so. <br><br>"I'm just going to the village in order to buy some fish...and get away from the castle for a bit. Where do you need to go to?"<br><br>She looked over at him and noticed that he had a very delicate bone structure and face for a boy. Maybe he just hadn't gone through puberty yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Barbaric Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 15:31:36</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>~ Another Stabled Filly ~ </strong></span><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=81673.msg3646635#msg3646635">Quote from: Remiel on 17-09-2010, 23:26:11</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">He was waved on to the stables, and there he dismounted, letting the hostler tend to Lady and detach the cart from her tack.&nbsp; He threw one leg over the cart rail, and leaned down to untie the rope that secured Briallen's ankle.&nbsp; "We're nearly there," he told her, casually.&nbsp; "And then you will be no longer my concern.&nbsp; A brief stop to eat, drink, and do your business; then we dress you up, make you look presentable.&nbsp; And then--the King."<br><br>The last bond was undone, allowing her to stand up.&nbsp; Standing on the edge of the cart, Brand pointed to an empty stall, one of the stalls used normally for the horses.&nbsp; "In there you will find a bucket.&nbsp; Use it to relieve yourself; I'll be in shortly with some food and drink."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Unbound, she stood wincing and scrambled away several steps as wide fearful eyes took in the stable and the curious glances of beast and boys alike, assessing the situation.&nbsp; Probability for escape decreased dramatically when the cart rolled through the heavily guarded gates.&nbsp; The woods, though far from the familiar forest and swamp of home, held her best slim chance.&nbsp; Briallen had grown exhausted from struggling against his ropes and the rocking of the wagon, so turned her mind to imagining it.&nbsp; If only he'd let down his guard she might have managed it.<br>&nbsp; <br>Now when her chances were mostly nil, finally, he was leaving her alone.<br><br>The man hadn't given her much respite on the journey so she should be happy to be rid of him.&nbsp; Only, after the faces of leering guards, she'd caught sight of dark castle peaks and sensed a heaviness in the air, her pert nose wrinkling at the foulness of it.&nbsp; The sounds of activity and people on this scale was strange to her ears, only adding to her simmering terror.<br>&nbsp; <br>Left bruised, aching, and thirsty from the journey she turned her eyes on him and croaked , "Please..."&nbsp; <em>don't leave me here!</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;Blue eyes pleaded silently; she learned in their short time together that begging and protests fell on deaf ears.&nbsp; "my... things...&nbsp; &nbsp;"<br>&nbsp; <br>Briallen, half naked in the nasty sack dress , didn't have any shame about her body.&nbsp; She never learned such useless things at the hand the old midwife.&nbsp; And while her own simple clothes would be more presentable, it was the leather pouch she wanted, remembering Mabyn's words.&nbsp; <em>Keep this with you always, Briallen.&nbsp; It might save your life someday.</em><br><br>&nbsp;"What...&nbsp; "&nbsp; The saliva leeching sack he'd had stuffed in her mouth gave off a taste of dank dust, that coupled with a throat raw from muffled screams and ignored protests had her struggling to speak at all.&nbsp; "... does the king want with me?"&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Barbaric Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 09:43:59</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><em>Abigail sacrificed for the Rituals of Arkane</em></div><hr><br>Feeling the waters rush her again she cried out before taking in a deep breath and was soon shoved back into the depths. The onslaught of waves pushing her hard against the column, tiring her out and holding her down all the same. Finally she looked up from beneath the crashing torrential waters to see the man coming toward her. He did not seem to be as affected by the onslaught of would be tidal waves as she was. True he was soaked and battered but seemed to have a strength to withstand it better than she.<br><br>As he was stripped of his clothing and she already naked, she watched him in amazement of his form. The sirens echoing in her ears with their songs, lulling her as the sea continued its assault to keep her held in place. She gasped for air when she could find it and wondered just how she could hold each breath as long as she did, fearing the darkness of unconsciousness would soon welcome her and leave her to his mercy. Every bit of will Abigail had within her held her resolve to withstand the torture these elementals threw at her. <br><br>As the air was formed around both she and the man she gasped some and looked to him. Her dark hair soaked and clung to her face and shoulders, down her back to kiss at her hips. She noticed the waves slowed their actions but she was still held, bound in place before this man who, Abigail had thought to be a savior of sorts moments before. She looked downward and noticed the obvious intent now. The thickness that stood erect for this sacrifice. The undeniable virgin sacrifice to the sea in a way she had never heard of or thought to be possible. She trembled and tried to break free of the bindings. Her weakened state left little in her to fight against but she still called out to him.<br><br><strong>"Please.. no..you.. you can't... The Lord of the Castle would not be pleased.. you mustn't..."</strong><br><br>She hoped her pleas would at least give him pause to think of his actions, though little did she know that he didn't care what she said. He was intent on completing his ritual with or without her cooperation.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Barbaric Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 12:40:21</strong>
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				<strong>Serrienne with the Dark One, in his bed chamber</strong><br><br>Serrienne was trembling hard as they walked through the castle, heading to the Dark One's chambers.&nbsp; She was feeling sick, so afraid of what was to happen to her.&nbsp; The doors loomed huge in front of her.&nbsp; Every step drew them closer to him, to her doom.&nbsp; She tried to pull back but a sharp tug on the chain kept her moving.&nbsp; She was trying not to whimper.&nbsp; She wasn't going to be pathetic, but she was so very scared of what await her.&nbsp; Who waited beyond those great doors.<br><br>They opened as if on their own, and Serrienne gulped down her fear.&nbsp; She had to be strong, she had to stand tall against the demon.&nbsp; When she saw him lounging on the bed the reality of the situation struck her and she pulled on the chain, her eyes wide with fear.&nbsp; Then he was in front of her, having moved so fast she was quite breathless.&nbsp; When he cupped her chin her skin seemed to shrink away from his touch, but she couldn't get away from him, he held her gently but in an iron grip.&nbsp; His eyes burnt red and she shuddered, she was so cold, so afraid, but there was still a glimmer of defiance in her gaze.&nbsp; <br><br>She clenched her fists, the steward was gone, had he given his Master the key to her chastity, or had he left them alone.&nbsp; A sudden hope flared in her and she smirked, “I am known as Serrienne” she said, her voice had an exotic accent.&nbsp; “And I will never desire anything from you” she hissed, using the fear to give her strength.&nbsp; She was not about to beg for him not to hurt her, she was stronger than that.&nbsp; <br><br>“I will not be some little whore you take to your bed” she told him, her face showing her determination whilst inside a little voice screamed at her to behave....<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Barbaric Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 18:15:57</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>The conquering of Kavenburg, the raids up the coast and the assault on Gristurn itself...</em></div><hr><hr><br>With a signal from Volrath, hell on earth was unleashed. Multiple screams were heard as a city went up in fire. Walls crumbled and men died by the hundreds, blood stained roads and earth were left in a gruesome wake. The barbarian hordes had come, conquered and most of all gained what they needed to take to the sea. Craftsman were spared as long as they accepted the new rule, those loyal to Cormac were gruesomely executed in the public square. Their deaths were never swift, those who took up Volrath's cause trained on those loyal to the dark king. It would take five or six cleaves or slashes of a sword or axe before the next man was brought up and used as a target dummy. Some pleaded for such brutality to end, but a man had to know death before he could wage it without losing his nerve. <br><br>The winter months came, the docks never went calm and the conscripts were drilled until muscles clung to their frames like an insatiable lover. Aeirik was given more responsibilities as the city became secure and the banner of Cormac no longer flew on the cities walls, they did, but only to fool the shipments of taxes and supplies which kept the invaders and its people well fed. Boats capable of war were built as quickly as possible, the gorgeous forested landscape to the east was stripped bare as planks and masts were in much need. <br><br>As Spring came, the conscripted army, a army of slave rowers and more of Volrath's men crowded the streets of Kavenburg. Men were assigned to boats and the raids up the coast began. Leaving a sizable amount of men to keep producing war ships and act as the main supply line for Volrath's army, he left with a new destination in mind, Gristurn itself. The island fortress of the Dark King himself.<br><br><hr><br>Unmanned sailing boats were sent into each post city up the coast, raiding and plundering along the way for supplies. Attacks by night, leaving the docks and ports in ruin to prevent being attacked by the rear. Boats that could not be used were sent to the bottom of the ocean without second thought. Merchant ships followed the main fleet, full of weapons, food, slaves and enough supplies to feed an army for a good portion of the waring season. <br><br>Weeks turned to months but finally Gristurn was in sight. The day was ashing over to evening, a signal was sent over to Aeirik to send the unmanned fire boats into the docks like they had many times before. The attack would come by night and would not end until a base camp was established at the door steps of Cormac's castle. With a fleet of ships and men eager to take down the king, the aged barbarian simply wished for the sun to set sooner... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Barbaric Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 20:44:01</strong>
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				Cormac saw the defiance in the young womans eyes and he chuckled.&nbsp; He towered over her, his dark flesh and burning red eyes making him seem much more than human, which in fact he was.&nbsp; She would be his for the night, there was no doubt about his intentions.&nbsp; The stiffening bulge behind his loincloth was testament to that.<br><br>"You would defy the King?" He asked. "That isn't a wise choice.&nbsp; Perhaps it would be best if your insolence were beaten out of you first..."<br><br>Cormac's arm shot out, grabbing her roughly by the wrist.&nbsp; He squeezed it tightly, painfully, with the strength of a man that had wrestled bulls into submission with his bare hands.&nbsp; Then, he turned, and tossed her toward his bed of furs, letting her land in a heap.<br><br>"You will learn to obey your King..." He promised as he advanced.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*****<br><br>As the war ships advanced on the castle, the alarm bells began to chime loudly, the sound echoing as it traveled inland.&nbsp; Riders were dispatched to the large keep to deliver the news of Volrath's approach.&nbsp; As the war ships were riding in the tide, the shore began lining with balistas and archers.&nbsp; Infantry held back, lining the secondary line of defense, and behind them, their armor as dark as the night, were the dreaded Shadow Legion.&nbsp; The horde would have no success in their foolish attack on the&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Kings home this night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Barbaric Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 21:15:18</strong>
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				serrienne gulped as he towered over her.&nbsp; She could see the bulge growing and she felt her insides churn in fear.&nbsp; She continued to stare at him, her defiance there, but it wasnt as sure now.&nbsp; She was tiny compared to him, tiny and afraid.&nbsp; but she would never show it.&nbsp; King?&nbsp; He wasnt her King, he was the bully who ran fear through the land.&nbsp; She stood taller, his words angered her.<br><br>"You are no King, you take what isnt yours" she sneered, her eyes burning with hatred.&nbsp; She cried out as he suddenly grabbed her, squeezing, pain flooded her and she whimpered.&nbsp; Suddenly knowing he could squash her like a bug if he so choose.&nbsp; She was then flying through the air, her body literely taking off across his room, landing in a tangled heap on his huge bed.&nbsp; She groaned and gasped, laying on her front, her ragged dress riding up, revealing the chastity belt that proved she was an innocent. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Barbaric Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 02:03:52</strong>
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				Cormac crossed the room in three strides, his powerful legs carrying him fast and quickly toward the girl.&nbsp; He growled as he came near her, his erection bobbing to and fro with every step.&nbsp; He leapt upon the bed before age could react, his massive hands going to her pert backside, groping what flesh showed beneath her chastity belt.&nbsp; The key to her virginity hung from a chain about his neck, dangling against her thigh as he knelt above her.<br><br>"Let us see how much you can scream, little one..." He said, and shoved her down into the furs, holding her there with one hand.&nbsp; The other tore the key from his neck and he slid it into the lock just above her back.&nbsp; With but a simple turn of the key, her protection was gone and she was his for the taking.&nbsp; He grinned and pulled the iron garment down her slender thighs, tossing it away to land heavily on the stone floor.&nbsp; Her musk, heavy from a lifetime of being hidden, rose to hiss nostrils, and he laughed.<br><br>"You smell like a beast.&nbsp; Let's see if you rut like one too..." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Barbaric Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 08:40:57</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=81673.msg3667808#msg3667808">Quote from: auroraChloe on 22-09-2010, 15:31:36</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Left bruised, aching, and thirsty from the journey she turned her eyes on him and croaked , "Please..."&nbsp; <em>don't leave me here!</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;Blue eyes pleaded silently; she learned in their short time together that begging and protests fell on deaf ears.&nbsp; "my... things...&nbsp; &nbsp;"<br>&nbsp; <br>Briallen, half naked in the nasty sack dress , didn't have any shame about her body.&nbsp; She never learned such useless things at the hand the old midwife.&nbsp; And while her own simple clothes would be more presentable, it was the leather pouch she wanted, remembering Mabyn's words.&nbsp; <em>Keep this with you always, Briallen.&nbsp; It might save your life someday.</em><br><br>&nbsp;"What...&nbsp; "&nbsp; The saliva leeching sack he'd had stuffed in her mouth gave off a taste of dank dust, that coupled with a throat raw from muffled screams and ignored protests had her struggling to speak at all.&nbsp; "... does the king want with me?" <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Brand rolled his eyes.&nbsp; "What any absolute tyrant wants to do with any decently pretty girl he lays his eyes on," he quipped.&nbsp; "Or maybe he just wants to have tea and cookies with you.&nbsp; What do I care? It's no concern of mine."&nbsp; Scowling, he turned his back to her, concerning himself with unpacking Lady and seeing to it that she was rubbed down and fed.&nbsp; He had no fear that she'd try to run away; she wouldn't get far.&nbsp; At this time of day, the stable was full of hostlers and stable boys, all of whom would be glancing at the half-naked young woman out of the corner of their eyes.&nbsp; Any of them would <em>love</em> an excuse to tackle her to the ground beneath them.&nbsp; <br><br>Don't think of them as human beings, Brand had learned early on.&nbsp; Don't try to sympathize with them, or commiserate with their plight.&nbsp; Think of them as the means to a pouchful of gold, and nothing more.&nbsp; The girls he trapped were a meal ticket, a paycheck; nothing more. <br><br>"Look," he said, sighing.&nbsp; "It's not a bad lot in life, all things considered.&nbsp; From what I've heard, King Cormac treats well those he looks favourably upon, those who please him.&nbsp; If you're a quick learner, and you learn what does please him, you'll do well."<br><br>He listened for the tinny sound that meant she was using the bucket to go to the lavatory.&nbsp; "If you're going to do it, you'd better do it now.&nbsp; You'll not get another chance."<br><br>And then, he heard the sounds of alarm bells, ringing loud, all throughout the city.&nbsp; People began shouting, and rushing to and fro.&nbsp; He looked startled for a moment, but then his expression turned dark.&nbsp; "Bloody hell," he swore.&nbsp; "Someone's attacking the city."<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Barbaric Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lord Mayerling</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 12:47:53</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=81673.msg3684599#msg3684599">Quote from: Josietta on 26-09-2010, 09:43:59</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><hr><div align="center"><em>Abigail sacrificed for the Rituals of Arkane</em></div><hr><br>Feeling the waters rush her again she cried out before taking in a deep breath and was soon shoved back into the depths. The onslaught of waves pushing her hard against the column, tiring her out and holding her down all the same. Finally she looked up from beneath the crashing torrential waters to see the man coming toward her. He did not seem to be as affected by the onslaught of would be tidal waves as she was. True he was soaked and battered but seemed to have a strength to withstand it better than she.<br><br>As he was stripped of his clothing and she already naked, she watched him in amazement of his form. The sirens echoing in her ears with their songs, lulling her as the sea continued its assault to keep her held in place. She gasped for air when she could find it and wondered just how she could hold each breath as long as she did, fearing the darkness of unconsciousness would soon welcome her and leave her to his mercy. Every bit of will Abigail had within her held her resolve to withstand the torture these elementals threw at her. <br><br>As the air was formed around both she and the man she gasped some and looked to him. Her dark hair soaked and clung to her face and shoulders, down her back to kiss at her hips. She noticed the waves slowed their actions but she was still held, bound in place before this man who, Abigail had thought to be a savior of sorts moments before. She looked downward and noticed the obvious intent now. The thickness that stood erect for this sacrifice. The undeniable virgin sacrifice to the sea in a way she had never heard of or thought to be possible. She trembled and tried to break free of the bindings. Her weakened state left little in her to fight against but she still called out to him.<br><br><strong>"Please.. no..you.. you can't... The Lord of the Castle would not be pleased.. you mustn't..."</strong><br><br>She hoped her pleas would at least give him pause to think of his actions, though little did she know that he didn't care what she said. He was intent on completing his ritual with or without her cooperation.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>He was ignorant to her protests, but not her body. Even as the binding liquid tendrils swirled across her skin, he could see that she fought against her bonds, and her skin goose pimpled in fear. That’s when he touched her. His hands left trails of hot moisture across her milky legs, his magic absorbed by her skin. <br><br>Although she was helpless to his intentions through the bindings, he was almost reverent towards her in his touch of her legs. Her act was not a wasted sacrifice, but a powerful magical ritual. He had not yet joined with her, yet he was already inside her. Her blood had turned to water, and her body gave off a heated steam that mixed with her scent. Arkane drew her to the edge of the water column with a grip on her bare thighs, her toes and calves dripped holy waters into the pool of blue in which Arkane stood. Erect and ready, he joined with her, the waters around them bursting into steam with the merging. His voice groaned above her, then growled as he buried himself to the hilt within her.<br><br>It had begun. The sirens sung their erotic coos in harmony to the sound the “lovers” made. Waves crashed against the bubble surrounding them, yet the enjoinment was protected. Arkane had bent into a vertical arch against her vertical form. As his pelvis began to thrust and push against her form, he took her ankles in the watery grips of his hands and lifted them about his shoulders. He flowed inside her; much like a liquid, no crevice or space within was protected. He followed the path of least resistance over her body, and like a river over the land he cut into her, slowly, minutely eroding her psyche away.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Barbaric Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 18:20:27</strong>
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				The feel of magic flowing over her thighs made her shudder with feelings unknown before. She stared downward toward the brush of his fingers over her soft skin. It was something of unexplored territory, something she didn't know existed. Her bindings continued to hold her in place, though Abigail did not stop fighting against them. She would not submit to this creature, this witch -- or was it warlock. His sacrificial ritual echoed through her mind as he spoke the words and she arched her back feeling the rush of water through her veins flushing throughout her lush body. The heated steam rose about them and she whimpered some before she felt the actual thrust of him pushing into her depths.<br><br>Abigail gasped at the suddenness of his actions. The full length pushed through her hymen bursting with ease as her legs trembled and she closed her eyes. The warm salty tears flowed down her cheeks as she cried out in pain and surprise. The sounds of the sirens music helped soothe her fears slightly though the magic that flowed through her veins and into her mind made her fight harder against him. The combination of her mind and body being raped made Abigail weaken in will and she had to let go of one before she lost both. <br><br>Her body relaxed to allow him to continue his thrusting as she kept fighting off the erosion of her psyche. The tingling sensations between her thighs made her moan out with soft whimpers. Her tears still flowed with the realization of what had transpired but more so from the abundance of water and magic that coursed through her unrelenting. The crash of waves and slap of his body up against hers was drowned out to her by the sirens song of the sweet arcane power that seeped into her mind. The power that called to her and slowly beckoned her to partake. <br><br>It was much like a drug once she took a sip she wanted more and her mind opened for just that reason. She allowed the power to flood over her mind and into her soul as she linked with it, mating with it to feel its increasing levels. As she accepted the power into her the waves slowly calmed but kept lapping at their calves and ankles. The sirens song slowly dimmed in her ears as she now heard the groaning and heavy breathing of the man before her. His coupling with her not forgotten as the heat between her legs increased and his thrusts followed suit. <br><br>Abigail did not enjoy the raping of her body and hated him for it, though her mind relished in the flavor of power and what he had to offer her now in that form of magical ritual.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Barbaric Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 02:55:30</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=81673.msg3708407#msg3708407">Quote from: Remiel on 01-10-2010, 08:40:57</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Brand rolled his eyes.&nbsp; "What any absolute tyrant wants to do with any decently pretty girl he lays his eyes on," he quipped.&nbsp; "Or maybe he just wants to have tea and cookies with you.&nbsp; What do I care? It's no concern of mine."&nbsp; Scowling, he turned his back to her... </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatright">(http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2549/3762800981_7cc14bba02_z.jpg?zz=1)</div><br>She blinked at his harsh sarcasm.&nbsp; Then... "It's not a bad lot in life ... learn what does please him, you'll do well."<br><br>Not a stupid girl, Briallen knew she was missing an obvious part of the puzzle and a blush warmed her dirt smudged cheeks while a couple of stable boys snickered and leered at her disadvantage.&nbsp; Presented with the back of her abductor, she relented for the moment retreating to the semi private stall to relieve herself.&nbsp; Body functions were a natural part of things and brought no thought of shame to the captive as squatted and let loose a long stream and an audible sigh of relief.<br><br>The orphan often brought stares when she ventured out with Mabyn, but those had a sense of curiosity rather than churlishness.&nbsp; She understood curiosity, but these city people knew nothing of her strange and sudden appearance in the world.&nbsp; It was something else; something in the way they looked at her, making her skin crawl.&nbsp; Strangely enough, the man himself didn't effect her the same way.&nbsp; After the initial inspection in the woods, he hadn't touched her, barely looked at her, and spoke for the most part to his horse.&nbsp; <em>Lady.</em>&nbsp; No, he was frightening for his speed and strength and single mindedness.&nbsp; He was selling her.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Her belly rumbled in quiet need and she wondered if he'd soon leave to get food and if she might take advantage of it.&nbsp; Then a sudden clamour hastened her finishing up and she stumbled in her rush to return to his side.&nbsp; Wide eyed, she stared at the only familiar face.&nbsp; Smooth skin went pale under tear streaked dirt as she covered her ears.&nbsp; "What is it?&nbsp; What's happening?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Barbaric Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 12:33:35</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=81673.msg3687785#msg3687785">Quote from: Dark Clown on 27-09-2010, 02:03:52</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Cormac crossed the room in three strides, his powerful legs carrying him fast and quickly toward the girl.&nbsp; He growled as he came near her, his erection bobbing to and fro with every step.&nbsp; He leapt upon the bed before age could react, his massive hands going to her pert backside, groping what flesh showed beneath her chastity belt.&nbsp; The key to her virginity hung from a chain about his neck, dangling against her thigh as he knelt above her.<br><br>"Let us see how much you can scream, little one..." He said, and shoved her down into the furs, holding her there with one hand.&nbsp; The other tore the key from his neck and he slid it into the lock just above her back.&nbsp; With but a simple turn of the key, her protection was gone and she was his for the taking.&nbsp; He grinned and pulled the iron garment down her slender thighs, tossing it away to land heavily on the stone floor.&nbsp; Her musk, heavy from a lifetime of being hidden, rose to hiss nostrils, and he laughed.<br><br>"You smell like a beast.&nbsp; Let's see if you rut like one too..."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Serrienne felt her last line of protection taken from her.&nbsp; She tried to scramble away but he was holding her in place with one huge hand.&nbsp; She shuddered, her eyes wide.&nbsp; She was very scared now.&nbsp; He had her, he was going to take what he wanted from her.&nbsp; She had heard such tales about this, about how the Dark One liked to rape poor innocent maidens and she was going to be his next victim.&nbsp; The tales were horrific, and she shuddered, "please My Lord, please dont...hurt me" she begged him, suddenly all the fight and defiance feld her, she whimpered as she laid there, knowing he was going to take her in that most foul way.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Barbaric Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lord Mayerling</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 03:23:09</strong>
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				Her body was now merely a stage for the ritual; a sheath for the sword dipping into her soul. Her tears were a testament to the water spirits pumping through her body as he gave and took from it. An erotic symbiosis formed between their minds and bodies fueled by the siren song of the water spirits. <br><br>The bubble of safety surrounding them, once the protection from the waves, now burst outward with the amplification of their magical powers. A bowl of water formed around them, no longer a danger, but now their servant, their radius of power growing literally in waves. The tendrils of water gripped her body to the water column, but it was her mind that was truly becoming bound and enslaved. It was her mind that was being raped. Her body was simply the tool, simply the catalyst for her own transformation into his repository slave. The ritual was nearly complete, yet his impression upon her would be, on some level, permanent. In this surreal moment, the young Arkane stared down at his helpless slave, and began to laugh, even has he pummeled her core with his shaft. A final wave crashed through her: his orgasm flooding her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Barbaric Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 04:40:29</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=81673.msg3758521#msg3758521">Quote from: kaz on 11-10-2010, 12:33:35</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Serrienne felt her last line of protection taken from her.&nbsp; She tried to scramble away but he was holding her in place with one huge hand.&nbsp; She shuddered, her eyes wide.&nbsp; She was very scared now.&nbsp; He had her, he was going to take what he wanted from her.&nbsp; She had heard such tales about this, about how the Dark One liked to rape poor innocent maidens and she was going to be his next victim.&nbsp; The tales were horrific, and she shuddered, "please My Lord, please dont...hurt me" she begged him, suddenly all the fight and defiance feld her, she whimpered as she laid there, knowing he was going to take her in that most foul way.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Now you beg..." Cormac said, his strong arm holding her in place while his free hand explored her soft, slender form.&nbsp; He chuckled deeply, the sound reverberating throughout his bed chamber.&nbsp; "But I am not entirely a monster.&nbsp; Give yourself to me, of your own volition, and I will not harm you...you have my word."<br><br>To accentuate his point, he released his grip on her.&nbsp; She could run, of course, but how far would she get?&nbsp; If Cormac didn't catch her, then one of the sentries lining the exterior of his chamber surely would, and what then?&nbsp; He'd still take her, and then likely have her put to death for her insolence.&nbsp; The Dark One had a reputation for bloodshed, violence, and bringing death...but was there more to the despotic King than what most saw of him?<br><br>He leaned back, the massive erection just beneath his loincloth outlined lewdly from beneath the thin layer of animal hide.&nbsp; Reaching over, he took her hand, and helped guide her touch towards his center.&nbsp; His cock twitched as he pushed her hand atop it, his eyes meeting her own as he began moving her hand up and down, inviting her to stroke him.<br><br>"What will it be, girl?" he asked.&nbsp; "Pleasing the King or being destroyed by him?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Barbaric Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 13:32:39</strong>
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				Seri gulped at his words, her eyes flicking to the door, but she knew if she tried to run she would end up in a worse situation.&nbsp; She had to face this, to accept this was her fate.&nbsp; His hand took hers gently, placing her fingers against the hard shaft she saw beneath the cloth.&nbsp; She felt the heat from him, from it, she looked at him again.&nbsp; Was he attacted to her?&nbsp; Or did he simply enjoy sex and the idea made him so very hard.&nbsp; Her hand was moved along him and she swallowed nervously.<br><br>"I..I wish to please you My Lord" she said, knowing it was this....or something far worse.&nbsp; "I...I want you to take what I offer and show me it wont be as they have said.&nbsp; The pain, the rape" she whispered.&nbsp; That was what had terrified her.&nbsp; "I ....I do want to serve you" she knew there was nothing else, at least not now.&nbsp; Maybe at a later time something might change, but for now, all she could do was accept her fate. And maybe even enjoy it a little, she was curious.&nbsp; She wanted to see what all the fuss was about.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Barbaric Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 19:33:56</strong>
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				"Most enjoy the pain..." he replied, his voice deep and dark in its timbre.&nbsp; He slid closer to her, her soft hand along his shaft making the organ twitch and seem to grow all the more larger.&nbsp; He pressed his lips to her neck, while his hand rose, squeezing her breast gently.&nbsp; "But fear not, little one...I am not a monster...always.&nbsp; He pulled back the loincloth then with his free hand, revealing the throbbing shaft that ached for her tender caress.<br><br>He rose then, turning about to stand before her, the tip of his cock hovering just in front of her, its tip glistening with the slightest bit of his powerful seed.&nbsp; How many women had bore his legacy in their wombs since he'd taken this forsaken land?&nbsp; How many more would come to bear it?&nbsp; Cormac was a powerful man, a thing of destruction on the feild of battle, and worshipped as a dark lord by his lessers...but he was also a man.&nbsp; A man who needed the touch of a woman and the peace of mind to know that his legacy wouldn't die when he finally did perish.<br><br>His hand moved to the back of her head, his dark fingers running through her hair.&nbsp; Slowly, he began pushing her towards him, moving her mouth towards the tip of his erection, the hunger in his eyes plain for her to see.<br><br>"Come, my dear...tis time to please your Master..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Barbaric Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 19:27:31</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><em>Abigail is Power Rushed by Arcane</em></div><hr><br>Abigail was lost. The waves, the power, the sheer magnitude of everything pressed into her all at once, just made her scream out. She felt the tendrils gripping her, enslaving her, as much as the power he pushed into her and pulled out of her roots. A long line of magic traced back into the lovely slaves history, one that she had no idea was there. It was unheard of, but then again her songs, her singing, could attribute to the fact that an ancestor had siren origins leaving her music to lure in the men. It was the one thing her father cherished about her. Her voice could lure them in to spend their coins and her beauty would hold them there until their pouches were empty. Abigail was a tool of men, it was apparent to see that now. She just had not accepted such a fate, nor could she. <br><br>The final steps of the ritual bound her to this priest of magics. His seed planting its way into the womb of her subconscious more so than her actual womb. She shuddered in her place and finally collapsed from the explosion of power that seeped through her skin and body. A shimmering light of the softest blues hued around her form as she became infused with the gift he bestowed upon her. A gift that surely meant more to him than herself. The dark haired maiden went unconscious then, laying on the cold floor. The island of sirens gone with the passing of power, and the fog cleared to show the reality in which they were. Abigail curled from the chill of the stone. Her long hair spread out around her soaked in water, her pale soft skin peppered in goosebumps from the excitement and cool air that now blew through the room. Only the quietest of whimpers escaped her lips, and she just lay there now, leaving him with the hum of power from her aura to surround him. An aura only he could sense.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Barbaric Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 21:10:08</strong>
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				He was so tall, huge, a massive man that swamped the young woman.&nbsp; She gulped, his power seemed to eminate from him and she felt her will dissolve as his presence took over her mind.&nbsp; She stroked his hard shaft and then groaned as he kissed her neck, groping her breast.&nbsp; A ripple of desire and arousal hit her and she whimpered, she had never felt anything like that before.&nbsp; She liked it.&nbsp; Was that bad?<br><br>He was huge.&nbsp; Her eyes widened as he revealed his length to her.&nbsp; She gulped, she had seen dicks before, but never like this.&nbsp; So hard, hot and huge.&nbsp; She felt a wave of wetness flood between her legs and she groaned, licking her lips as he moved closer to her.<br><br>She licked the tip, tasting him before she licked along the shaft.&nbsp; She had never done this, but she wanted to touch him, to lick him.&nbsp; She wasnt sure why, but she wanted to please him.&nbsp; He might not hurt her if she pleased him.&nbsp; She licked faster, along the sides, then she tock the tip into her mouth and sucked, using her tongue to tease and tantilate him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Barbaric Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 14:02:44</strong>
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				Cormac grinned as she reluctantly took his cock into her mouth.&nbsp; He saw the mixture of fear and surprise in her eyes when she did, and his organ flexed in response, as if eager to ravage the woman before him.&nbsp; Her licks were tentative at first, curious and a bit fearful, but she soon took him into her mouth, drawing a deep moan from his lips that echoed throughout the chamber.<br><br>His hands slid out, one moving to the back of her head, trying to press more of her mouth over his throbbing cock, while the other went to her breasts.&nbsp; His hands were rough but eager, and he squeezed and carressed her body with abandon.&nbsp; He could smell her desire, and it only fueled his own.&nbsp; After a moment, his hand slid lower, diving between her legs to press into her hot cunt, savoring how wet she already was.<br><br>His fingers probed her opening, and the king grinned, his gaze meeting her own.&nbsp; His eyes promised pleasure, but there was something darker there too, just past the surface of the lust that seemed to make those red orbs glow all the brighter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Barbaric Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 15:03:19</strong>
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				Her trembling body was growing heated as she worked more of his huge cock into her mouth.&nbsp; She felt his hand on her head and knew she couldnt fight him.&nbsp; She let him push more into her, stretching her mouth and making her gag a little.&nbsp; She didnt like this much.&nbsp; When he began to maul her breast she maoned in pain, he was hurting her but her nipples were getting very very hard.&nbsp; She could feel a strange trickling between her thighs and she jumped when she felt a finger explore her there.<br><br>Lifting her gaze to his she was suddenly caught in those red glowing orbs.&nbsp; She felt her heart quicken, there was desire there, lust but something else. She had no idea what it was but it scared her and she began to psuh against him.&nbsp; He had her pressed to him though, his hand on her head held her there.&nbsp; She felt her fear rise, but also there was a new feeling in her guts.&nbsp; She liked the fear, liked knowing he was going to do whatever he wanted and she couldnt stop him.&nbsp; She whimpered around the cock, her saliva dribbling from the sides of her mouth as she was forced to fuck the giant phallus with her virgin mouth...<br><br>Her sex was getting wetter, his finger persisting, rubbing, touching.&nbsp; She couldnt explain but she wanted him to throw her and just take her.&nbsp; She wanted to scream and fight him.&nbsp; She wanted him tooo...too....too hurt her.&nbsp; She blushed as the thought hit her....she actually wanted him to hurt her?&nbsp; Was she sick?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Barbaric Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 15:42:19</strong>
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				As though he could read her mind, Cormac chuckled and stood, his massive cock sliding from her mouth.&nbsp; The thin trail of saliva coated her lips and chin, gleaming in the firelight, and her eyes sparkled as well, her fear and desire warring within her.<br><br>He took her hand, lifting her easily to her feet, and pushed her roughly to the bed.&nbsp; He followed her, his massive legs pushing beneath her own.&nbsp; The tip of his cock pushed against her opening, threatening to tear her open.&nbsp; He pushed into her, slowly at first, but then, with a heavy thrust, he buried his cock inside of her, grunting as he did so.<br><br>His hands squeezed her breasts tightly, pressing them together, them tugging them apart.&nbsp; His hips began pumping quickly, his eyes gazing into hers.&nbsp; Every press of his hips buried more and more of his turgid organ inside of her, until his heavy sack was slapping against her ass.<br><br>"I'm going to make you scream..." he promised, though whether in pleasure or pain, he didn't say.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Barbaric Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>16-10-2010, 15:49:12</strong>
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				The poor young maiden starred at the man as he suddenly stood, pulling from her mouth.&nbsp; She watched him reach his full height and she gulped.&nbsp; He helped her stand and then pushed her back.&nbsp; She feel onto the bed, her legs splayed open as a startled gasp escaped her lips.<br><br>Then he was there, between her legs, his huge cock placed at the entrance of the virgin sex.&nbsp; He pushed, she felt herself slowly open to him.&nbsp; She closed her eyes as she felt herself stretch.&nbsp; She was just about to relax, thinking he was going to be gentle when he suddenly thrust hard, tearing through her barrier and claiming her to the core.<br><br>She screamed, eyes open, writhing, trying to get away from him.&nbsp; She shook her head, it hurt, it hurt so badly.&nbsp; She sobbed as she hands found her breasts and squeezed, mauling them as his hips began to move fast, fucking her with his huge tool.&nbsp; He pushed into her with every inch, forcing her to take him.&nbsp; She screamed and sobbed, but even as she did a deep dark need blossomed inside her.<br><br>She writhed, her legs wide and him fucking her.&nbsp; She looked at him, his words sending a chill through her, but she knew he would.&nbsp; And she would hate it...especially if the feeling that rushed through her exploded as she slowly began to moan, her hips moving against him..
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Barbaric Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lord Mayerling</strong> on <strong>16-10-2010, 16:25:54</strong>
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				The steam was gone, and only cold water remained on the tile floor. Arkane’s form had returned to a wiry grey haired man of some age. The book was in his hand, completely dry. Her form radiated with a watery aura, and his own body hummed with the power the ritual had bestowed upon them, safe in the knowledge that only he had the expertise to wield it. <br><br>She was indeed infused with the powers of the ritual, but Arkane had skillfully maneuvered the powers to serve his own purposes. He was now a powerful ally to his master, and would perform yet another ritual, and report its outcome to Cormac. He looked down at his new minion’s spent, still aroused body, and smiled wickedly. He left the bath room as silently as he entered it, heading back to his assigned quarters within the castle. He would need a rest before engaging in another magical ritual. He abandoned his charge with little more than an afterthought. The ritual had created a bond that could not easily be broken, but for now…<br><br>He was done with her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Barbaric Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 07:05:31</strong>
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				The fear in her eyes was as powerful an aphrodisiac as the strongest wine he'd ever tasted.&nbsp; His powerful cock impaled her again and again, and the mixture of pain and pleasure in her eyes only spurred him on even more.&nbsp; Her sobs and screams echoed in the chamber, and the guards without only grinned, knowing that yet another conquest had been fulfilled.&nbsp; Cormac grunted heavily with each thrust, his cock burying itself inside of her again and again, his heavy balls slapping against her ass with every forward motion of his muscled form.<br><br>One hand rose, sliding around her neck while the other played with her breasts.&nbsp; He squeezed her nipples painfully, one, then the other, each painful tease accompanied by another fast and hard thrust.&nbsp; The King wasn't one to show sympathy to a lowly slave, but they did have their uses.&nbsp; He likely wouldn't do serious harm to the woman...unless she asked for him to do so.&nbsp; The thought had him grinning as he fucked her, his red eyes blazing in the gloom.<br><br>"I want to hear you call me Master..." he said.&nbsp; "Tell me how thankful you are for the King's cock inside of you.&nbsp; And while you're at it, you can begin begging me <strong>not</strong> to stick it in your backside..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Barbaric Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>18-10-2010, 19:23:51</strong>
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				Seri had been raised as a good girl.&nbsp; She knew her place, knew who to respect and who to keep happy.&nbsp; She had felt her father's crop at times and the lash of whip when she had been really naughty.&nbsp; She had laughed and joked, smiled and cried.&nbsp; Her childhood had been one of luxury and having things that many only dreamt about.&nbsp; She had been blessed, but the blessing had gone.&nbsp; She had been wrenched from her life of luxury and thrown into this life, becoming the plaything of a man who was no man.<br><br>She had no idea who he was or where he had come from before he had become so powerful.&nbsp; He was evil, brutal and enjoyed the violence that his name carried before him.&nbsp; He had a reputation for loyalty and those who failed him did not do it again.&nbsp; He was a Demon, he possessed and expected total obedience.&nbsp; Those who failed him felt his wraith and then death followed, sometimes on swift wings, sometimes slow and lingering.&nbsp; She knew she had to please him, to continue to please him, or her destiny would be to die at his hand and the young woman did not want that.&nbsp; She wanted to at&nbsp; least make some effort with her life.<br><br>He was commanding, controlling. Moving in and out of her with pain filled thrusts.&nbsp; She cried with each one, whimpering as pain and pleasure warred within her.&nbsp; She wanted to scream, to fight, but she also wanted to beg, to ask him to hurt her, to show her how she could please him.&nbsp; She whimpered loudly, eyes wide as the emotions exploded through her.&nbsp; His hand pressed around her throat, she gulped, he would feel her pulse, fluttering with fear as she felt his thick heavy fingers close around her.<br><br>Then he began on her nipples, pinching them, pulling, forcing pain through her body in every possible way, making her accept the pain and pleasure and she was confused knowing which was the one she wanted, liked, needed.&nbsp; She moaned, her body his to command, his to explore.&nbsp; His to bend and break as he saw fit.<br><br>Her gaze locked with his as he spoke, his voice echoing into the dark recesses of her mind, she felt his power, his aura smothering her mind, she moaned softly, “Master, please please Master don't take my rear, please that would hurt so much and I really don't want you to hurt me.&nbsp; Please I will be a good slave for you if you would not take me there” she begged him, her voice shaky, she moaned and writhed under him, that dark, deep need bubbling in her belly as he continued to pound in her, making her his in a way she could never begin to understand..
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Barbaric Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>19-10-2010, 23:18:23</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><em>..Abigail wakes up in the bath area.. </em></div><hr><br>The dark haired slave girl slowly stirred awake to the chill of the cold floor and a breeze blowing in. Her naked form had lain on the stone floor for what seemed like hours but could have only been minutes. She pulled herself up and glanced around. The event that seemed to pass was something of a blur but the soreness between her thighs was nothing she could've hoped to forget. The hot bath seemed even more welcome now than it had ever before. Perhaps a visit to a healer for some salves would help. She couldn't exactly explain how she became in such a condition but mayhaps they would assume it was the lord of the castle who had caused such an affliction. <br><br>She pressed her lips together and eased into the hot bath to soak another few minutes, soothing the soreness of her loss in virginity. Laying back she felt the water swirl around her as though it were caressing her and adoring her. She blinked a little and thought it could be the bubbles or salts but it was as though the currents were healing her worn body and repairing the damages done. Her hymen seemed to stitch itself back together as she sat in the waters so soon after her copulation with the holy man. Little did Abigail know, that if she had chosen any other method of soothing her pains so closely after the incident, it wouldn't have caused her to knit back together so easily only to experience the pains of losing her virginity once again the next time she was taken. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Barbaric Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 01:37:54</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=81673.msg3789713#msg3789713">Quote from: kaz on 18-10-2010, 19:23:51</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Seri had been raised as a good girl.&nbsp; She knew her place, knew who to respect and who to keep happy.&nbsp; She had felt her father's crop at times and the lash of whip when she had been really naughty.&nbsp; She had laughed and joked, smiled and cried.&nbsp; Her childhood had been one of luxury and having things that many only dreamt about.&nbsp; She had been blessed, but the blessing had gone.&nbsp; She had been wrenched from her life of luxury and thrown into this life, becoming the plaything of a man who was no man.<br><br>She had no idea who he was or where he had come from before he had become so powerful.&nbsp; He was evil, brutal and enjoyed the violence that his name carried before him.&nbsp; He had a reputation for loyalty and those who failed him did not do it again.&nbsp; He was a Demon, he possessed and expected total obedience.&nbsp; Those who failed him felt his wraith and then death followed, sometimes on swift wings, sometimes slow and lingering.&nbsp; She knew she had to please him, to continue to please him, or her destiny would be to die at his hand and the young woman did not want that.&nbsp; She wanted to at&nbsp; least make some effort with her life.<br><br>He was commanding, controlling. Moving in and out of her with pain filled thrusts.&nbsp; She cried with each one, whimpering as pain and pleasure warred within her.&nbsp; She wanted to scream, to fight, but she also wanted to beg, to ask him to hurt her, to show her how she could please him.&nbsp; She whimpered loudly, eyes wide as the emotions exploded through her.&nbsp; His hand pressed around her throat, she gulped, he would feel her pulse, fluttering with fear as she felt his thick heavy fingers close around her.<br><br>Then he began on her nipples, pinching them, pulling, forcing pain through her body in every possible way, making her accept the pain and pleasure and she was confused knowing which was the one she wanted, liked, needed.&nbsp; She moaned, her body his to command, his to explore.&nbsp; His to bend and break as he saw fit.<br><br>Her gaze locked with his as he spoke, his voice echoing into the dark recesses of her mind, she felt his power, his aura smothering her mind, she moaned softly, “Master, please please Master don't take my rear, please that would hurt so much and I really don't want you to hurt me.&nbsp; Please I will be a good slave for you if you would not take me there” she begged him, her voice shaky, she moaned and writhed under him, that dark, deep need bubbling in her belly as he continued to pound in her, making her his in a way she could never begin to understand..<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Cormac listened to her beg him not to violate her rear, and he only laughed.&nbsp; Her eyes were filled with fear and worry, and her face was a mask of pain...and that only made him impale her harder and faster, his cock throbbing in its hardness.&nbsp; The thick, strong hand on her neck squeezed her throat, cutting off her air, before letting it rush back in as he released his grip.&nbsp; His other hand still toyed with her nipples, pulling and pinching them tightly, loving the red warm welt that rose on her tit-flesh.<br><br>"You dare ask your King not to do what he desires, little one?" he asked, his red eyes boring into her own.&nbsp; "You would make demands of your ruler?&nbsp; Where does a slave get the audacity to challenge a King?!"<br><br>He pulled out then, and his hands roughly grabbed her hips, his strong arms flinging her onto her stomach.&nbsp; He pressed her down once more, his heavier frame pinning her to the bed, and he pushed his cock down to her tiny, dark hole.&nbsp; He was going to hurt her, he knew as much, but more than that, she would learn her place with him.&nbsp; She would learn not to beg him, or to make demands of him.&nbsp; She would learn to fear him and crave him, as all of them do, and it was a lesson that would last well into the night.<br><br>"Scream for mercy..." he growled, one hand pressing between her shoulder blades to pin her down while the other lowered his thick cock toward her ass.&nbsp; "And know that I will offer none." <br><br>__________________________________________<br><br>As Volrath's vessel landed, he found a hefty force waiting for him on the beach.&nbsp; Cormac's soldiers had littered the shore with large boulders and flaming debris from their catapaults, and archers stood at the ready, arrows nocked and ready to fire.&nbsp; Behind them, the calvary prepared for war, a loud cacophony of taunts and war cries echoing out to reach the ears of the warlord's soldiers.&nbsp; If they attacked, it would be a hard fought battle to even take the beach, and they still had miles of land to traverse before reaching Cormac's fortress.&nbsp; <br><br>And taking that was nearly impossible.<br><br>The fire boats had done their damage though, setting docks and peirs alight in the gloom of the early evening.&nbsp; The garrison soldiers watched as the fires burned, cursing their luck, while the commoners fled north, to the castle of their King.&nbsp; He would give them temporary lodging until the invasion had been dealt with, and there wasn't a soul among them that thought that the warlord would be victorious.&nbsp; If anything, they would have preferred to fight against Volrath and his forces themselves, their perverse love of their King, and his gold, overriding any desire for freedom offered by the warlord who had just burned their homes and fishing vessels.<br><br>Just as Volrath's forces made the beach, the archers opened fire, raining arrow after arrow down upon the invading barbarians.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Barbaric Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 07:14:21</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: auroraChloe</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Her belly rumbled in quiet need and she wondered if he'd soon leave to get food and if she might take advantage of it.&nbsp; Then a sudden clamour hastened her finishing up and she stumbled in her rush to return to his side.&nbsp; Wide eyed, she stared at the only familiar face.&nbsp; Smooth skin went pale under tear streaked dirt as she covered her ears.&nbsp; "What is it?&nbsp; What's happening?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Damned if I know, but it doesn't sound good," muttered Brand.&nbsp; Nearby, Lady was antsy, whinnying her panic and repeatedly pawing the ground.&nbsp; The slaver reached out with a gloved hand and caressed the horse's neck, stroking the muscled hide, murmuring soothing whispers into her ear in an attempt to allay her distress.&nbsp; When Briallen returned, he shot a glance backward at the girl.&nbsp; "Stay there," he commanded, leaving the horse to rummage once again in the back of the wagon.<br><br>Around them, men were rushing to and fro, shouting and barking orders to each other.&nbsp; He caught something about <em>Fire!</em> amidst the hubbub, and, indeed, if he looked to the [EDIT]<strong>south</strong>, he could see an orange glow on the horizon.&nbsp; His nostrils caught a faint whiff of ash and smoke.&nbsp; From the sound of things, the harbor was under siege.&nbsp; Not a place where he wanted to be, then.<br><br>Producing a pair of manacles and a length of rope, he approached the girl.&nbsp; "Give me your hands," he commanded.&nbsp; His tone brooked no argument; the brusqueness and sense of urgency in his voice communicated quite clearly that any display of rebellion or stubbornness would not be tolerated.&nbsp; His green eyes were cold, but not cruel.&nbsp; He did not particularly enjoy this line of work, but it was lucrative.&nbsp; <br><br>Assuming she let him shackle her wrists together with the manacles, he secured them, by way of the rope, to his glove.&nbsp; It was demeaning, a little bit like a dog on a leash, but he had learned long ago not to take any chances.&nbsp; Show them a bit of compassion, a bit of mercy, and he would certainly regret it.&nbsp; "Walk," he commanded.&nbsp; &nbsp; Taking up stride behind her, his voice took on a more conversational tone.&nbsp; "Usually at this point we would visit a friend of mine to get you all prettied up; the King prefers his girls to look exotic, clad like the Southern harem dancers.&nbsp; &nbsp;We don't have a lot of time, though.&nbsp; We'll need to find you something to wear--" he picked at the dingy, dirty sack she wore--"and then we'll have to go straight there.&nbsp; Perhaps we'll find you something to eat on the way, if you're good."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Barbaric Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lypiphera</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 01:02:16</strong>
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				The seas were calm, the crisp air a welcoming breeze as the prow of volrath's lead ship came into sight of the cove; it's sleek exterior bouncing over the waves as the fleet of vast warships came tearing towards the shore line.<br><br>Aeirik grinned fiercely as the salty spray from their thrusting dash across the oceanic carpet peppered his face with its cool droplets. Water clung to his hair and beard as he relished their pace, unheard over the clamour of the boat's passing he yelled his warcry to the wind and bared his teeth at the site of so many warriors ready to meet them on the shoreline.<br><br>In no time at all the vast fleet of ships had shuddered to a halt upon the fine sand of the foreign shore and at a roar from Aeirik men sprang into the swell, broad shields lowered. Carefully they formed ranks under the fire of enemy arrows with a precision borne from hard training and their captain's bellowed instructions. In mere minutes the full force of Volrath's army was assembled and there came the great boom of drums as each ship's slave drum sounded the march.<br><br>Step by intolerable step the men of volrath's army moving as one up the beach, their lowered shields bristling with arrows, each fallen man replaced by the one behind him, the wall of shields almost impenetrable. Then, as they came mere paces from the front line they leapt as one into a wild run and man after man crashed into the lines of enemy warriors berserk with furious strength.<br><br>Wading into the fray with the second wave of soldiers Aeirik laughed as he lay about foes either side of him, creating a pile of bodies beneath his shining two handed blade. By the end of the battle Aeirik was stood upon a small hummock of dead men, blood streaming down his face and hands, still laughing.<br><br>Things had gone well, though there had been a price, scattered everywhere were the dead and dying remains of the brave warriors who leapt so fearlessly to meet their enemies. It would take them time to regroup, to gather their strength but the sand ran red with more blood not of Volrath's men and for that Aeirik rejoiced, even as he wearily walked the battlefield and dealt the mercy blow to friend and foe alike....&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Barbaric Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>27-10-2010, 18:33:37</strong>
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				Volrath had not joined in on the cheers and celebration of a successful invasion, something was not right and he confirmed it as he walked the camp with his culling axe upon those to weak or injured to ever be of use. He sought men of high rank within Cormac's army, there where few but they all lacked a tactician or an actual leader within their ranks. As the men regrouped he issued out his orders. <br>"Gather our dead and load them on one of our ships, we will honor their deaths this evening. I want a force to pillage that town of anything you can get your hands on, patrols to keep a look out..."<br>The orders were all known by his troops, his army was a well oiled and geared war machine that knew what to do to secure a beach front. <br><br>The injuries he sustained were nothing a cauterizing blade could not seal up, his thoughts where elsewhere for a moment a he gazed up at the ominous castle in the distance and smirked. The cries of the dead were finally silenced and replaced with the sounds of the turbulent ocean washing the bloody ocean as far as it could reach. Spotting his second in command earned the younger man a fierce smack on his back.<br>"You fought well Aeirik, come let the rest of the men landing work with the clean up. Let's see if we can find us anything worth of value over to the north." <br>Pointing up towards the port city the locals abandoned, the broad shoulder barbarian strapped his axes onto his back and urged Aerik to join him for a little pillaging, very sure that no one would have been foolish enough to stay back in the port city while Cormac's defeated army was retreating back to gather and rally their forces for the counterattack that was inevitable. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Barbaric Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>27-10-2010, 19:33:35</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e99/pixiechanicons/AleksandraMartiniuk/032.png)<br><em>Olivia...trying to get out of the village quickly.</em></div><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Olivia was honestly trying to escape...she was! As soon as chaos had erupted around her, she'd begun gathering together the items she was selling and packing them into the cart. If she just left all of the products, her family would lose a lot of money, and if they were under attack...well, they would need all the money they could get. Still, her heart pounded and she rushed as fast as possible to pack up everything. There was fresh cheese, milk and cream...newly spun wool...corn, apples, potatoes, yams, tomatoes, strawberries, raspberries and peaches. It was the biggest crop they'd had in a long time, and she only brought this much on one day a month. The rest of the days she generally brought one thing. Whether it be dairy, wool or produce. <br><br>She could hear the people scrambling for their homes, and a few times one of them tried to pull her in with them...but she stubbornly stayed behind and kept gathering her things. Once the cart was finally loaded, she heard the pounding hooves of the army and her face drained of color. She'd taken too long, and they were here. Straightening, she looked around for an escape, but could see nothing. Instead, she pulled her cart off the road, tied her mare to a post to make sure she didn't run from fright, and then pressed herself up against the wall of a building. She knew that they'd see her, but perhaps if she disguised herself as an old woman, they'd leave her alone. Quickly, she took her shawl off and wrapped it around her fiery red curls to hide the color. She hunched over and hid her face as well as she could. Her ample curves would be visible if they looked hard enough, but hopefully they'd simply pass by.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Barbaric Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 17:05:48</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=81673.msg3794891#msg3794891">Quote from: Dark Clown on 20-10-2010, 01:37:54</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Cormac listened to her beg him not to violate her rear, and he only laughed.&nbsp; Her eyes were filled with fear and worry, and her face was a mask of pain...and that only made him impale her harder and faster, his cock throbbing in its hardness.&nbsp; The thick, strong hand on her neck squeezed her throat, cutting off her air, before letting it rush back in as he released his grip.&nbsp; His other hand still toyed with her nipples, pulling and pinching them tightly, loving the red warm welt that rose on her tit-flesh.<br><br>"You dare ask your King not to do what he desires, little one?" he asked, his red eyes boring into her own.&nbsp; "You would make demands of your ruler?&nbsp; Where does a slave get the audacity to challenge a King?!"<br><br>He pulled out then, and his hands roughly grabbed her hips, his strong arms flinging her onto her stomach.&nbsp; He pressed her down once more, his heavier frame pinning her to the bed, and he pushed his cock down to her tiny, dark hole.&nbsp; He was going to hurt her, he knew as much, but more than that, she would learn her place with him.&nbsp; She would learn not to beg him, or to make demands of him.&nbsp; She would learn to fear him and crave him, as all of them do, and it was a lesson that would last well into the night.<br><br>"Scream for mercy..." he growled, one hand pressing between her shoulder blades to pin her down while the other lowered his thick cock toward her ass.&nbsp; "And know that I will offer none." </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Seri whimpered at his words, her body trembling even as his hard shaft impaled her hard and deep.&nbsp; She was caught between enjoying it and fearing it, fearing him.&nbsp; Her body though was responding ina&nbsp; way she had not expected.&nbsp; It was as if she was actually enjoying it.&nbsp; She cried when he increased the pressure around her throat, gasping for air when he released it.&nbsp; Her breasts were aching painfully.&nbsp; She had never known her nipples could be so big and actually liked the painfull way he grasped at them.<br><br>The young woman didnt answer him, she knew she would only make matters worse for herself if she did, so she kept quiet, moaning and groaning as she was pounded hard.&nbsp; Then he pulled out and she felt her panic build.&nbsp; He turned her over and she fought him, fighting, kicking, crying, she knew this was going to hurt and the very thought of what he was going to do terrified her.&nbsp; But he was too strong, too much for her and she was soon pinned to the bed, her body held down by one huge hand.<br><br>She felt him then, his cock pushing against her rear hole.&nbsp; She cried out, struggling, begging him not to do this, not to hurt her.&nbsp; She she knew it was pointless, he was looking forward to hurting her.&nbsp; She cried loudly, feeling in push against her, trying to force into her....<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Barbaric Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 05:27:18</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=81673.msg3813881#msg3813881">Quote from: Remiel on 25-10-2010, 07:14:21</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Damned if I know, but it doesn't sound good," muttered Brand.&nbsp; <br><br>Producing a pair of manacles and a length of rope, he approached the girl.&nbsp; "Give me your hands," he commanded.&nbsp; His tone brooked no argument; the brusqueness and sense of urgency in his voice communicated quite clearly that any display of rebellion or stubbornness would not be tolerated.&nbsp; His green eyes were cold, but not cruel.&nbsp; He did not particularly enjoy this line of work, but it was lucrative.&nbsp; <br><br>Assuming she let him shackle her wrists together with the manacles, he secured them, by way of the rope, to his glove.&nbsp; It was demeaning, a little bit like a dog on a leash, but he had learned long ago not to take any chances.&nbsp; Show them a bit of compassion, a bit of mercy, and he would certainly regret it.&nbsp; "Walk," he commanded.&nbsp; &nbsp; Taking up stride behind her, his voice took on a more conversational tone.&nbsp; "Usually at this point we would visit a friend of mine to get you all prettied up; the King prefers his girls to look exotic, clad like the Southern harem dancers.&nbsp; &nbsp;We don't have a lot of time, though.&nbsp; We'll need to find you something to wear--" he picked at the dingy, dirty sack she wore--"and then we'll have to go straight there.&nbsp; Perhaps we'll find you something to eat on the way, if you're good."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The clamor was jarring to a girl who knew nothing but the deep quite of a forest and subtle sounds of nature.&nbsp; The green eyed man - she had refused to put a name to him even in her thoughts - looked grim.&nbsp; The expression didn't bode well for her already tremulous future so she did her best to gather her wits.&nbsp; There had to be a way to slip away from him, or at the very least get back her own things.<br>&nbsp; <br>"Give me your hands."&nbsp; She pulled them back instinctually with a quick shake of her head.&nbsp; "Please... no..."&nbsp; The wide eyed whisper fell once again on deaf ears.&nbsp; As his nimble fingers worked the shackles, Briallen leaned in close to his frame, tipping her head to search the lean and swarthy face, seeking eye contact.&nbsp; "Don't do this thing."&nbsp; Her voice was level, cool and controlled in the growing chaos.&nbsp; Experience taught her that panic and screeching only irritated him, so instead she beseeched his better nature.&nbsp; "Please... Brand..."<br><br>Had he told her his name or had she heard it?&nbsp; It mattered little now, just that they connected beyond predator and prey.&nbsp; But the green eyes remained cold, distant and then he commanded her, like some beast, to move.&nbsp; She might have laughed under other circumstances, since he treated his 'beast' Lady quite nicely.&nbsp; Consistent references to making her 'pretty', coupled with the stable boys earlier sly, knowing remarks were beginning to give her an idea of what the king might want her for.&nbsp; In truth, she knew little about such things between a man and a woman, but that it was natural and allowed for the birth of babies.<br>&nbsp; <br><em>Keep your mind focused, Briallen!</em>&nbsp; "Brand?&nbsp; What of my own clothes?&nbsp; and other things?" She fought off sounding of panicked, knowing they were going away from the very items she spoke of, and the pouch - <em>Keep this with you always, it might just save your life someday</em> - at the very least those things were a connection to Mabyn and a bit of the her earthy magic.<br><br>Coming out from the protection of the stable, the two were brought to a whole new level of noise and confusion.&nbsp; Burly, loud soldiers kicking up road dust in one direction while villagers - adults and children alike - scattered every other way.&nbsp; A quick stop and step back brought her up against him, solid and unmoving.&nbsp; Half turning into his chest, the young nymph who ran wild and dauntless through the woods and swamp of her home was obviously distressed with her introduction to civilization.<br><br><em>Take me home, pleeease.</em>&nbsp; She wanted to beg him.&nbsp; Promise him the moon in the night sky to take her away from this horrible place. This horrible place would never be home.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Barbaric Castle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lypiphera</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 14:40:32</strong>
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				Aeirik had just stepped back from placing his offering to the appease the sea gods for the day's battle into the balmy waves lapping the shore when his commander's broad hand laid itself on his shoulder. <br><br>"You fought well Aeirik, come let the rest of the men landing work with the clean up. Let's see if we can find us anything worth of value over to the north." <br><br>His pious and contemplative mood shifted to a well toothed smile as he heard Volrath's word. <em>Oh, how he loved to pillage. </em> "Ay, Lord" He replied merrily and strapped his sea-cleaned broadsword to his back once more.<br><br>His hard-heeled boots shifted on the shingle as he strode in the wake of his broad-shouldered commander and his thoughts turned to the battle just fought. His gut told him something was wrong, and his gut was usually right about that sort of thing.<br><br>"Something doesn't sit right with me about our war just fought" He confided to his leader, as they left the beach and followed a gently sloped rise towards a new ocean, this one green and comprised of sea grasses and weeds.
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