Kindred Spirit Lodge Presents

RolePlay

Tantalas
Parts 8 thru 11
(of 16)


by the Kindred Lodgers
March 2nd~~2002

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Warning!  Extreme sexual violence in Parts 9 thru 11. Warning...


(Part 8 - Weary Fighters Regroup) --

Half-reeling from a credible crack of a club on her skull, Klancy lowered her gore-streaked sword, the silver light of battle haze fading from her extraordinary eyes. First, she looked to the safety of her sistren, and saw that none of the Kindred SpiritLodgers had been seriously injured in the fray. Her broad shoulders lifted and fell, once, as she took in the carnage around her.

"Freya, have that hand looked to. dj, if you would, lend your skills to our healers, in the drawing room." Klancy stepped over the bisected body of one woman, studying her face silently for a moment. "As for the rest of us, let's get these remains respectfully wrapped, and placed outside our gates for retrieval."

"Klancy." Kit's ordinarily gentle voice was steely. "I have urgent business with the LodgeKeepers."

The very tall Warrior nodded. "Not just our Council, but all our sisters, will meet in the grand hall in one hour. We need to find out what role Gabrielle plays in this, and lay a strategy for the defense of our Lodge."

She rested a bleeding hand on Kit's shoulder. "Grab food from the kitchen, all of you, when you can. Have any cuts or bruises seen to. Let's get to work."

Freya went into the Lodge. She saw that others, more serious wounds, were being seen to and then looked for Rogue. She instructed Rogue to make haste. "Find out how many enemy there are and a rough map to where they are situated. Also find out where they are keeping our sistren prisoner".

Rogue looked at Freya and asked, in a sarcastic tone, if she would like a copy of the menu also? Freya glared at Rogue. Rogue knew that look and now was not the time for sarcasm. She ran off on the important errand that Freya had given her.

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Nessa glared at the twisted thing that was once a simple crossbow bolt. She could see that the twisting of the nocks was a deliberate act of evil. It was probably ordered done by Tantalas herself. How many more of these shafts would enter a sister without the marvelous skills of our Amber there to heal?

Nessa put her hand out to Amber and grasped the smaller hand. "Thank you, healer." She was breathless from the emotion that was catching up to her now. She heard a sobbing sound by the big fireplace. She shifted her glance to tris. "What is it, lass? You've been through worse than this. What's got ye weeping?"

"It's killian, Nessa. She is gone! She went out looking for you and Alison." tris was stricken with thoughts of the most horrible possibilities.

Nessa stiffened. She stifled a curse and turned on her heel heading for the door. She was going after the impetuous lass. She nearly ran right into Lord Freya.

"Wait, Nessa. If you will allow Rogue a chance to do what I have sent her to do, you will have a location and a layout of enemy defenses. It will be better to know what we are up against." Freya stood in the doorway. She turned and pointed to what was now a silver speck in the sky. Rogue was on her way.

Nessa was a Warrior who appreciated the value of strategy. She knew the consequences of barreling into situations without a plan. She held her charge. "Right, Freya." She said. "It will be better to know."

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The hour had passed slowly with first Kit grabbing a bit of bread and cheese then going to her room and sharpening her weapons. While she was doing all of this, a full range of thoughts came to her. What have those bitches done to her sweet innocent sister? What could they do? And why was her sister here in this valley in the first place? When she had left her with her Mistress, she had seemed very happy, maybe even in love, and now what of her Mistress? Why did She not try and save her? Was it that she was a runaway slave? That that Woman had done something that even kitty could not forgive? If this was true, she would go back and have a talk with her sister's Mistress...while she cut Her into little pieces. All these thoughts raced in her mind.

Finally it was time and Kit came down the stairs to the main hall. Everyone was there talking among themselves, even Lady Alison wounded was there with her twilight standing near ready to be of any assistance to her Lady sat by the fire. Kit saw Klancy and caught her eye, then Klancy cleared her throat and said "Sistren, Kit seems to have something important to tell us. Let's listen and hopefully be of some help to our sister."

Kit gave an appreciate nod to Klancy then said, "I don't know how or why, but these bitches of Tantalas' have my twin sister, kitty. Two of the raiders that came at me got me confused with her and were confused as to how I, kitty, had gotten free from them. My sister is only a lowly slave, she does not know any self defense or fighting techniques. We must save her from them. Please help me, sisters, please." At that moment Kit broke down in tears and cursed herself for it. What would Xena or the others think of her weakness?

Klancy7 put a comforting arm around the weeping Kit's shoulders. "Your sister is ours, amiga, you know that. We'll not leave kitty in the clutches of the likes of Tantalas."

Kit looked up to the Courtly Butch with gratitude. She stopped her crying and a look came in her eye that was almost crazed. Kit wore an evil smile upon her face as she heard the plan of attack.

The Courtly Butch looked around the crowded Great Hall, and saw the grim resolve in the faces of her gathered kindred, Warrior and wench alike. She felt a brief moment of pity for the hapless Tantalas. Brief.

"All right, sistren. killian and twilight have gone missing. We assume they're bound for the enemy camp. Freya's talented Rogue has returned, with a report on the layout of Tantalas's holdings." Klancy's hand dropped to cup the back of Lady Alison's neck, gently. "Our wounded have been ably tended, our weapons honed and our horses saddled. What is our strategy?"

The young blonde rubbed her eyes then looked up. "Well, we know that their numbers have been reduced significantly, and also have many wounded. They've probably gone back to regroup, tend to their injured, and possibly form another plan of attack." dj then shook her head. "If twi and squirt have been captured, they could force our compliance by threatening to harm our sisters. And we know that they already have Kit's sis. Shit."

Pursing her lips in thought, "We don't have many options. Lives are in danger, so we have to form a rescue. Since Tantalas' main camp is down in the west glen, we can approach them with great stealth from several directions. They'd be expecting us to come down the hill over by the stables, since it appears that's the only path down. But we know this land better than they do. We can send two other contingents, flanking them on the sides, while the main unit, which they'd be expecting, heads down from the hillside."

Nodding her head as the strategy kept forming, "As they rush forward to take on our frontal assault, their sides and backs wouldn't be protected. After we engage them front on, the other two squads could come in, one from the lakeside, and the other from the northeastern treeline, hemming them in. I'd venture a guess that any prisoners would be back by the old barn, so whoever came in from the woods may find our captive sisters."

Bending down, dj stomped her boots back on. She shrugged into a warm jacket, pulled a pair of gloves out of the pocket, and grabbed her staff. "Who goes where, Kindred?"

Freya rolled the scroll containing the layout of Tantalas's camp with a crisp snap, and Klancy straightened, nodding thanks to the Lodge's lovely historian.

"All right, Ikarias, lead the main assault, from the east. Nessa, head the wave from the treeline. I'll take the southern trail. Kindred, choose your party -- we ride for our sisters!"

The half-dragon lifted the lid of a small weapons chest and a grim smile came to her lips. "Anyone with a good throwing arm should take a bunch of these stars. Aim for faces." Ikarias tucked two dozen of the six-bladed silver shuriken inside her vest and squirmed. "Sons of bitches tickle."

When she heard Klancy directing her to lead a force from the treeline, Nessa zoomed out a thought of gratitude. They would be under cover of trees until the moment they emerged which meant an unhappy surprise for the already engaged enemy.

She knew these were not the kind of warriors who had ever really seen war. They were marauders and bandits. That meant their fighting style would be different than that of well trained infantry. Nessa recalled that the crossbow bolt that shot into Alison came from up high.... trees. These Tantalas women used the trees. Knowing this, Nessa was sure there would be sentries posted on branches. She decided to see them first.

She walked to Alison where the gentle warrior lay on the divan. Nessa knelt down on one knee. She spoke softly. "Alison. Do you think you can ride?"

Alison raised up on one elbow, a little woozy from Amber's potion. She looked at Nessa and knew something was brewing in the Warrior's brain. "Yes, I can ride. I can't do hand to hand combat, but I can ride. What are you thinking, Ness?"

"You'll not need to go hand to hand. From what I've seen, You don't even need to be close. Your skill with that dart pipe is what we need." Nessa helped Alison to her feet as she spoke. "I'm betting there are more than a few sitting in trees waiting for us to ride under them so's they can pick us off."

Alison grasped Nessa's meaning and grinned. Then her tone turned grave. "They've got twilight, Nessa ... and killian. We have to get to them soon."

Nessa was very aware of the missing wenches. She looked over at tris who stood waiting to ride like a warrior. Nessa opened her free arm in invitation and tris came running. S he hugged her tris close and said. "You need to stay, lass. The Lodge needs some to stay and keep the fires burning. Send signals with burning arrows if danger is near. Can ye do it, lass?"

Tris nodded in agreement then said, "killian, my Lord... killian and twilight... please bring them back."

Nessa pulled the wench to her and kissed her forehead. "I'll not return without them."

Alison gathered her pipe and a large bag of doctored darts and stood by Nessa's side. "When you find em, you have My permission to spank twi's ass for going after them herself. Just make sure you save a good portion of it for Me. She is in such trouble when you get her back. And, My friend, I know you will get them back, I have much faith in you. Now let's kick some warrior bitch ass."

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Warning!  Extreme sexual violence in Parts 9 thru 11. Warning...


(Part 9 - Capture and rape of killian) --

(Slaide/killian) --

The feisty wench never saw Neach come flying down from the tree she was perched in. But Slaide did see and was delighted. She scrambled to her feet and came running to where the bitch rolled. Neach was up on one knee looking stunned herself. "Hey, Neach! That was a thing of beauty!"

Slaide looked down at killian's still form. She felt the huge bump forming where that wicked staff cracked into her head. Blood was dripping from her mouth from the blow of the cunt's knee. "I'll have you roasted over a pit for this, bitch. But first, I'm gonna show you what it means to fuck with Slaide." She grinned and looked over at Neach. "Put her over that horse and bring her to camp... my tent."

Slaide was in her tent and splashing water from a basin onto her face when Neach brought the wench in. She watched as her partner shrugged the girl down from over her shoulder onto the padded mat. "Tie her... and don't be loose about it. This little whore fights too."

Neach purred at the prospect of just watching. She was a warrior who had been hit in the head once too often. She was still a good fighter but was nearly worthless when it came to making decisions on what to do next in just about any situation. She counted herself lucky to have a fighting companion like Slaide. Slaide always knew what to do.

killian's wrists were tied together in front of her. Her feet were tied together at the ankles. That one twisted ankle looked very swollen. Slaide snickered. "Cut her clothes off her, Neach. We need a look."

killian could tell that the one who brought her in was not too bright by how she tied her. killian's feet were out of the ropes almost as quickly as they had been tied. As the first bitch turned her back, killian's fists came up and hit the odd one smack in the face. She screamed and cut herself with the knife she was holding. Blood sprayed everywhere. The one called Slaide ran for killian, but the feisty sub managed to push the screaming and flailing Neach into her and killian ran out of the tent, and into the forest.

killian was covered in blood, and sweating from her struggling. She could hear a river nearby, and figured to get to it, and get in it and go down stream, so she couldn't be tracked. She ran as fast as her little legs could take her. But the tall Slaide was more familiar with these parts than killian, and she was in hot pursuit.

killian reached the river, and was just about to jump in when her feet were yanked out from under her. the tall bitch had her whip coiled around killian's feet, and pulled hard.

"Oh no, you don't get away from Slaide, you little cunt. You are so gonna pay."

(killian was so into escaping, she totally forgot the nearly broken ankle she was running on. Until the whip coiled and pulled her in. Then the lass nearly screamed with pain.)

"So, this is how it is going to be is it?" Slaide stood over the feisty wench. "That's fine with me, bitch." She drew her dagger before killian could get a kick in with her good foot. She dove on top of the scrambling little body. Holding the sharp blade to killian's throat she whispered. "Do you think I won't slice your throat, bitch? You might be feisty and full of liquid fire, but are you stupid?" Slaide pressed the blade enough to draw a tiny trickle of blood. "I'll ask again, slut. Are you stupid too?"

killian was pissed. She wanted to kill this beast. But no... she was not stupid. she knew this one would kill her in an instant. "No... I am not stupid."

"Good. Let's go." Slaide stood bringing killian up by her hair. She kept the knife in place at her throat. The wench re-injured her ankle in trying to escape so that she could barely walk at all now. Slaide called for Neach. "She needs a crutch. Help the bitch while I keep my dagger at her pretty little neck."

Neach complied reluctantly. She was still wiping blood from the cuts the girl made her give to herself. She couldn't figure out how she did that. Neach thought the banshee should just be killed. She put one brutish arm around the little waist and held the wench to her side. Neach half carried killian back to the tent while Slaide held her at dagger point.

Once inside, killian was tied spread eagled between two posts. Slaide checked the knots. This little one would go nowhere now. Slaide felt a kind of liking for the bitch. Maybe it was the way she fought. She would take her time in fucking her. She wanted to make this wench beg for it. But that would be later. Now all she wanted to do was whip her. She wanted to hear her scream.

The dagger was useful and plenty sharp. killian's clothes were cut, torn and shredded from her body. Slaide looked with deep appreciation at the sweet young flesh before her. "Oooh you are a pretty one." She reached for a breast and squeezed gently. She liked the feel of that. Flashing her gaze to Neach she said, "Quit ogling and get my strap!" Again the punch drunk warrior complied.

killian braced herself. She knew there was no way out of this one. In the back of her mind she knew that the kindred would be looking for her. But the Lodge had to be defended and a lot of fighting must be taking place by now. When would any of them have time to find her? All thought was interrupted by the blinding sting of the strap slamming into her backside. She held her voice as long as she could but then lost all control. She threw her head back to face the gods and screamed.

The sound was music to the sadistic Slaide. Every slash of the strap brought the girl's body to a stiffening and a quivering that drove the passion up in the warrior. She whipped hard. She covered every inch of that beautiful back and sweet round ass with welts that would remain for days. Slaide stopped because the screaming and the shaking stopped. The bitch finally weakened. She was beyond the pain.

Slaide walked up to killian's limp form. She grabbed a handful of hair and pulled back enough to bring the wench's face up. Slaide put her own face nose to nose with killian and growled. "Your ass is mine, your cunt is mine, your tits are mine." She tipped her head slightly and kissed killian fully. It was an unexpected kiss to both women. Unexpected because it was not harsh. It was exploring and hot and passionate as a kiss one would expect from an ardent lover.

Slaide pulled away breathless. The throbbing in her sex increased by the second. She shot a look to the witnessing Neach. "Get out!"

"But... Slaide you ought to let me watch" Neach whined.

Slaide flashed a murderous glare at the stupid warrior. "Get... the fuck... out... NOW!"

Slaide watched the tent flap close after the complaining Neach left, then turned to look again at her captive. This little beauty was really something. She took her whipping well. Would she take what was soon to come as well?

killian hung limp. The strapping was harsh. She lost strength from the pain of it. Her ankle felt like it was on fire. She rolled her head up to look at her tormentor. She saw dark brown eyes in a face that was really quite pretty except for the scar that ran down her cheek.

Slaide wanted to play. She bent down low and took one very pretty nipple into her mouth. She rolled her tongue around it slowly then pulled away gently as she sucked. The nipple popped out of her mouth as she moved back. Ooh. It stood straight out now. She would have to treat the other one the same. This time though, when she took the nipple in her mouth, her arms went around the pretty naked wench. Her hands were rough. The girl shivered and cried when Slaide squeezed those red hot ass cheeks. She decided to keep it up. The wench's skin must be burning.

After a while of squeezing and pinching and nipping , Slaide kissed killian again. Again it was a long deep and passionate kiss. killian wondered at the gentleness of it. It was in such contrast to the meanness of this woman.

Slaide wondered too. She liked how it felt to kiss like that but never really had the intention. She couldn't say why. But her sex was beginning to pound. She wanted to fuck this wench. She brought one rough hand up holding killian at the small of her back. The other reached for her sweet cunt. Slaide was beyond delight to feel a dripping slick bit of hot flesh at her fingers. "Whoa ho ho" she taunted. "You are a little whore. I'll give you what you need now, bitch." With that, the enemy warrior pushed three long fingers up into killian's sex.

She watched killian's face at the thrust. It was thrilling to see those brown eyes go wide and that pouty mouth open in a gasp. Again and again she pushed those fingers in. She heard killian moan. This is what she had been waiting for.

Quicklym Slaide pulled her fingers out of killian. The moan from the girl was perceptible. "It's alright, baby. Don't you worry, Slaide won't stop." Her breathing got heavier. She untied killian's wrist and pushed her backward. The wench landed hard on her sore backside. Feet still tied, killian lay open to Slaide.

Slaide got to her knees between those spread legs and opened her britches. She was shaking from the excitement this kid gave her. Still, she wanted killian to want this fucking. She leaned over and lay full onto the girl. She held her wrists while she kissed her. She pushed the phallus she wore against the sweet young cunt. She moved up and down slowly to get the thing rubbing at a good rhythm on killian's clit.

Slaide's mouth was brushing soft kisses against killian's face and mouth as she rocked against her. "Yes?" she whispered. Again in a mingle of kisses and humping, "Yes? Hmmm?"

"Yes"

Slaide drove that phallus into the beautiful captive. "Oh Gods!" She pushed and grunted and watched as killian's face showed passion. She tried to be slow but her need overwhelmed her. She lifted her upper body and held herself up on her elbows. Slaide rode killian hard and fast. She heard killian cry out in climax and still she rode. She felt the girl collapse beneath her in total surrender. She came with the force of a titan rocking back and forth on that sweet bound body.

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(Part 10 - Capture and rape of twilight) --

(Mykael/Durga/twilight) --

From her vantage point, Mykael watched as a little bit of a wench, for she was sure the girl was a wench, tore towards her. The girl looked fit to spit lightening, good...Mykael loved a feisty wench, made the taking all the more fun. Closer and closer the wench drew to her. Mykael dropped down out of the tree and landed on her feet right in the wench's path. "So, what do we have here? You look like you could use a good fucking and I'm just the warrior to give it to you."

Mykael was not prepared for the wench to clop her upside the head with the staff she carried. It didn't hurt her so much as anger her. She grabbed the staff in one hand and the wench in the other. "I see you have not been trained properly by those bitches in the Lodge. Well, I shall see to it you never forget your place again." She tossed the staff into the woods and wrapped both arms around the squirming wench, who was cussing a blue streak. "I see you need some lessons in how to address your Master."

Mykael sat upon a big rock, threw the wench over her knee, tore away the bit of cloth serving as a tunic. Holding the wench down with one hand, Mykael brought her other one down hard upon the ass before her. Over and over her hand rose and fell, the whole time the wench fought to get out of her grasp and the language became even more graphic. "Fuck you!!" the squirming little thing yelled.

"Oh no, it is you who will be fucked you little bitch. I'm sure you've been passed around the Lodge, you have that look." The spanking continued hard and fast, Mykael even switched arms. "You'll learn or you will not sit, so you best be deciding."

"Let me go Damn You! Let me go you mercenary cunt!" twilight screamed as she bucked and heaved against her captor.

Oh gods, how had this happened? The little wench thought in a panic. she had come here to get retribution for her Lady and to save killian. Now she was the one who needed saving!

she had to get free, she couldn’t let this brute of a Warrior ravish her. twilight fought hard to free herself, kicking and screaming with all her might. she clawed and bit at any exposed flesh of this hulking Warrior.

'But, but She's so strong...so powerful. How could she be so strong? i struck her in the head with all my might and she just shrugged it off. H-How can i fight against such strength?' twilight thought in despair.

The little wench could not keep from moaning as that hard hand continued to brutalize her soft little bottom. twilight was starting to become hysterical with the need to escape this brutal Warrior.

she couldn't take much more of this she knew, soon she would be begging for mercy from this sadistic reaver. And to add to her shame she could feel herself starting to become aroused by this harsh beating. her moans were starting to become moans of pleasure as well as pain, as she squirmed helplessly in the Warriors lap.

'Have to do something.... have to get free.'

Summoning all of her dwindling reserves, twilight threw herself against her captor with one mighty push. Amazingly, she had taken the overconfident Warrior off balance and was able to knock her to the ground.

Fortune smiled on the little wench as her tormentor struck her head against the rock she had been sitting on and was dazed for the moment.

twilight knew she should take advantage of this opportunity and flee from this savage Warrior while she had the chance. she knew she was no match for an experienced Warrior, but the little wench was in a rage now and wanted revenge for her mistreatment by this brute.

twilight straddled her foes large chest and began to wail away at Her with her little fists. she punched the fallen Warrior repeatedly in the face, bloodying Her lip.

But even dazed from her fall, the larger woman was too much for the little wench. She was just too damn strong! With a savage growl, She threw twilight off her and pounced once more on the helpless wench.

"N-NO! Why didn't i run when i had the chance" twilight thought as panic raced through her once more.

"You'll pay for that you little bitch" the Warrior snarled as She roughly wiped the blood from Her bruised lip with the back of Her hand.

"No wench marks me and gets away it!"

She pulled the girl back and proceeded to beat her ass with her riding crop.

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'nooo not again. C-Can't go through this again,' twilight thought to herself in desperation. The little wench kicked and screamed but it was to no avail. The large Warrior had a firm grip on the squirming, flailing maiden, and twilight found herself helpless to break free this time.

Again and again that wicked crop came down on her soft little bottom. Oh goddess, but it hurt so much worse this time; that brute of a Warrior was laying into her with all of Her considerable strength, and that crop was so much more painful then the Warrior's calloused hand had been.

'Why, oh why, didn't i run when i had the chance?'

But the little wench refused to let the panic overwhelm her, she raged at her tormentor, screaming curses at the top of her lungs.

"Damn You, let me go! You filthy whore, let me go or i'll kill you"

"Go n-ithe an Bhadhbh do chroí." twilight cursed Her in the old tongue.

But her captor merely laughed at twilight's struggles and brought that evil crop down with even more force on her tortured buttocks.

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"Well, well..." Durga lowered her crossbow and sauntered over patting out the smoking tendrils off her dusty blonde hair. "And here I thought I was being applauded for winging one of those lodger twats and you've got your hands full. My, my a feisty one. So your taste isn't all in your mouth, Myk. Hope you give her a good fuck for every drop of blood she got of yours."

'Another one? Oh gods no, there were two of them now. i-i can't even resist one, how will i ever be able to escape now that there are two of the brutes?' twilight thought in despair as she began to lose what little control remained to her.

The little wench rallied herself though and tried to put up a brave front. At that, the screaming cussing wench let loose with a string of cuss words that made the hardest warrior blush.

"Let me go you fucking bitches....my Sisters will tear your hearts out for this...." she screamed at them.

But oh that, that crop hurt! The one called Myk was relentless in the beating of poor twilight's ass.

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"Some scaley shit nearly fried me with an exploding chamber pot." Durga cocked her head at the rosy buns. "What the fuck was Tantalus thinking? Hmm, share her and I won't tell the queen bitch you've got a nice wet one..."

"Fuck you, Durga, get your own wench. I caught this one fair and square, and she has MUCH to learn."

"Can I watch at least? I KNOW how good you are with your hands. The way you made that last lil slut squirm was a work of genius."

"Well...why not, you just might learn something." The cussing wench had not shut up the whole time, despite the whipping her ass was taking.

Durga laughed, "I doubt it, but I can see how wet she is from here. And here you are whupping on ass when you could be fucking her good, or bad in your case."

"Shut up, dog face. Fucked more wenches than you fantasized about."

"Yeah, but do they ever come back for seconds?" Durga sat back on a rock enjoying the delicious view. "Carry on, oh finger puppet!"

"Yes, seconds, thirds until I have to finally sell them to the likes of you." Mykael had stopped her ass whipping and threw the wench to the ground. She stood over her, looking down at her, "Not one word from you, you little bitch, or I will whip the hide from your back."

'She, She's stopped...thank you goddess, thank you.'

twilight breathed a sigh of relief at her reprieve but she wondered how long it would last. she now only wanted to escape from this brutal woman, any thoughts of retribution long since vanished. Maybe she could slip away while this One was distracted by Her companion. The little wench was shaking so hard from her ordeal that she couldn't stand, she lay there quivering on her hands and knees.

Mykael looked at Durga, her eyes burning holes through the woman. "Maybe I should do this to YOU. You do seem to like to watch me an awful lot. Maybe you want to experience it yourself."

Durga smirked, "I just like to watch you work on 'em. That way I know what bad habits I need to break 'em of. Lost my last piece of ass at dice so think of this as a pre-purchase viewing. You haven't turned my money away yet. Ah, your newest twat is crawling away..."

'H-Have to get out of here, have to get away...oh goddess please don't let them notice,' twilight silently prayed as she tried to crawl off into the woods. Then just as the abused wench began to hope that she might make it, Mykael shot one hand out and clamped it tight around a small ankle.

"Oh godsss no....let me go damn you, let me go!" twilight screamed as her hopes for escape were cruelly dashed once more as Myk contemptuously dragged her back with one hand.

"Don't worry, when I'm done with her she won't be able to walk." Holding the wench in one hand, Mykael undid her britches and pulled out the biggest phallus for miles around. She roughly pulled the squirming wench to her feet and roughly placed her face down over a fallen log. With nothing even resembling gentleness, Mykael drove the phallus deep into the wench and smiled when a scream tore through the air.

twilight watched in terror as the Warrior undid Her britches exposing a massive Phallus.

"N-No don't...please don't, please i'm begging You" the little wench whimpered, all thoughts of defiance now banished at the sight of that brutal instrument.

"Please...It's too big. Y-You'll split me in half...Please no...Please Master" she babbled hysterically, "NOOOOOOOOO!!!"

twilight screamed in agony as Mykael slammed the huge Phallus deep inside her with a brutal thrust.

"No it's too big! Take it out, take IT out!" twilight pleaded with tears falling from her eyes like rain.

"Oh gods it hurts, it hurts. Please stop, please i can't take it. Please, i'm sorry, Master" twilight sobbed helplessly as the sadistic Warrior continued Her brutal assault.

"Oh yeah! Fuck her good!" Durga applauded and got up to watch from a better much closer view. "Oh I'll be damned... you got that cock from Tantalus' personal stash! No shit! I saw her take that from the merchant at the last village after she drove a dagger through his hand. She was waiting to use it here. Oh you kid!" Durga gave Mykael a friendly ass grab and held on for a couple of thrusts into the wench's cunt.

Mykael continued thrusting savagely into the whining crying bitch, she reached back grabbed a handful of Durga's hair and pulled her forward kissing her roughly. "Your turn next. You can take her place when she passes out."

Durga bit ungently on Mykael's lip and let go when her hair was released. "You sweet talker you." She went behind Mykael, thrust her hand between Mykael's legs and groaned, "And sweet here too, think you can cum at the same time as your wench there?"

"Who said I was going to let her cum? If you're nice, I might let you cum though, once I get warmed up with the light work." The wench's screams had turned to sobs, sobs weren't nearly as much a turn on as screams.

twilight's screams rang out across the glen as Mykael ruthlessly savaged her womanhood. Finally, she could scream no more and simply lay there quivering and sobbing. she knew she couldn't resist any longer, this One had broken her will with that wicked Phallus.

As a final betrayal, she could feel her body start to react to this savage penetration. I-It couldn't be, but it was, she was getting aroused from this brutal treatment. The intense pain was turning her on, pain and pleasure we're becoming as one.

"Dammit, ya broke her." Durga thrust her fingers inside the very wet Mykael. "She stopped screamin', don't think she's enjoyin' it as much. Maybe if you fuck her up the ass..." She stroked deep, pressed against the half-naked woman.

"Nah, doesn't do a thing for me." Mykael pulled from the wench. "Tie her to that tree, then come take her place. I know you want to."

Durga wiggled her fingers inside Mykael, "You first," she brought her other hand around and squeezed a full breast then pumped her hand in faster, squelching inside the sopping core. "Show the twat what a real woman likes. Then I'll show her how to take a fucking and keep on bucking."

Mykael rocked back onto Durga's hand moaning out loudly, demanding to be fucked hard. "She couldn't handle this anyway. Only a real woman can handle Durga's magic fist."

Said Durga tucked her thumb in and drove deep and hard and fast into Mykael. "And you are all real, all woman, and I adore fucking you. So wet and gripping me hand like you always wanna break it. Keep tryin', Myk..."

Durga knew just how Mykael liked it, for this was not the first time they had released battle tension together, and Mykael would be damned if it would be the last. "You're gonna make me cum, bitch, stop and I shall beat you senseless."

"Oh, I have no intention of stopping 'til you burst all over me. And I know JUST what you want..." She turned her hand to stroke that soft sweet spot inside pressing and drawing firmly as she twisted Mykael's nipple through the silk shirt. "Give that battle cry I know you got bottled up..."

Mykael slammed back onto Durga's hand as a climax ripped through her, shattered her. Her cry of release filled the air with its force. "Great Gods, Durga!"

"Oh yeah, I'm a god." Durga kept the pace until the spasms subsided and she was able to get her hand out. She flexed her fingers and rotated her wrist. "Haven't broken it yet, Myk, gonna have to keep practicin'."

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twilight's broken submission seemed to disappoint her captors and she watched in a daze as she was shoved aside and the newcomer began to fist Mykael. The little wench watched this erotic scene for long moments before realizing that she could use this opportunity to try and escape. she started weakly crawling away once more, trying to reach the safety of the nearby brush.

Durga pulled leather thongs off her belt and grabbed the crawling wench. "Don't leave yet, the party's JUST startin'. Hey Myk, ya want her tied right side up or upside down?"

"Right side up so she has a good view of me fucking you senseless."

"You ain't got no imagination," Durga joked as she brought the wench's wrists together and tossed the loop over the higher tree limb securing her. Then she anchored her legs apart to the tree trunk to one side and a short stump on the other. She swiped her fingers over the girl's clit and pinched it to hear a moan. "I've seen livelier fish..."

twilight could only sob helplessly as she was bound spread eagled to a nearby tree. she moaned with a mixture of shame and pain and desire as Mykael's companion roughly fingered her after binding her to the tree.

'M-Maybe they'll leave me alone for a while now, while they rut with themselves.' she thought hopefully.

"Don't worry, we will train her. Now get your ass over here and lose those damn clothes. You know I like seeing your body as I fuck you."

"And I just hate having to shop for new ones 'cuz you keep rippin' 'em off when you want me." Durga undid her vest and kicking off her half-boots dropped her trews. She put her hands on her hips and looked at Mykael, the thick ribbed shaft still bobbing at her center. " I love a woman that's hung like a centaur..."

"Oh trust me, I know you do...know you love every single inch of it." Mykael watched as Durga's body came into view. Despite several battle scars, Durga's body could heal the blind.

"I know you love to play with your toys, especially with someone who can really appreciate them," Durga ran her hands down over her breasts and back up. "So you gonna stand there and drip lookin' at me?" She drew the hand she had in the dark woman under her nose and inhaled, "Or shall I give you a hand?"

"Think you best get over here before I have to come get you...you know what happens when you make me wait. My crop works just as well on your ass as it did on hers."

Durga walked to a moss covered, hip-high rock in front of twi and leaned forward, her legs open. She scratched her ribs, "This spot has a nice view of your newest cunt. She can see what she's gonna get and you can use your crop on her same time you do me. Gotta keep that leather flexible yanno."

"You test me and you know it." Mykael walked up behind Durga and brought the crop down against her ass, watching and smiling as a bright red streak formed. "You just wanted your ass whipped." She reached out and snapped it between the little bitch's legs, "You best pay attention...I'll whip the hide from you if you do not learn your proper place."

Durga's barely moved when the crop cut her, she did laugh when the cunt squirmed as Myk snapped the crop up on the girl's clit. "She's probably used to pinkie fingers. Where do they get these sluts? They probably diddle them between knitting a tea cozy or flower arranging. Come on, Myk, show her what a real woman gives and takes."

Mykael's crop whistled through the air time and again smacking loudly against Durga's wonderful ass. Each strike leaving a red mark, some actually breaking the skin, the only sound Durga made was ones of pleasure.

'i need time to recover, need time to think of a way to escape....i need...oh gods i can't believe She's doing that to Her.'

twilight strained against her bindings and watched in horrified fascination as Mykael took the newcomer as roughly as she had the little wench. Watch this brutal coupling twilight found she couldn't seem to get enough air, her chest heaved with the effort to draw in more oxygen, her breasts jiggling and bouncing with each breath.

"Oh you poor lil slut, ignorant of the real world " She hissed as Mykael's crop drew blood again. "Smack her tits, Myk. She's bouncing them at you. Think she's flirting? She is so fuckin' pathetic."

Mykael brought the crop across the little slut's breasts and once more heard her scream out. As she did, Mykael drove the full length of the phallus deep into Durga.

Durga groaned wet and hot and finally Myk was using the best toy she ever filched. She rutted back hard on the huge braided length, grunting. "She does scream-ah-pretty. Ahhh-Myk, can you make her clit burst with that crop while you're fuckin' me? Ah, or can't you walk and spit at the ahhhhhh --same time?"

"How about I give you the crop and let you have a go at her while I fuck your brains out." Mykael handed the crop to Durga and grabbed those wonderful hips in both hands.

Taking the crop, Durga moaned as Myk bent her knees and drove up hard. She tapped between the girl's legs. "Watch her squirm," Durga rapidly increased the force of the hits as the dark woman fucked her harder and faster. Little shrieks came from the girl as her abused clit swelled under the onslaught.

Mykael drove harder and faster into Durga, the moans coming from her, screams coming from the little slut. "Teach her about marking me and running."

"Oh-SHIT! I'll be HAPPY to--" Durga gasped striking harder and harder.

twilight screamed out in pain as Mykael savagely brought that hated crop across her swollen breasts. she cringed back away from it, trying to mold herself into the tree behind her, squirming and writhing helplessly.

"P-Please no more" twilight whimpered but her pleas were ignored as Mykael's burly companion took the crop and began to viciously whip the little wench's swollen clit.

twilight had only thought she knew pain before, this felt like a white hot brand was being pressed against her flesh. The sting of that evil rod against her sensitive clit was pure Tartarus. she screamed and writhed against the tree trying to avoid that lash of fire. The little wench begged and pleaded for mercy.

"Please...Please stop...no more please" she cried but her cries only seemed to excite her tormentor and drive Her to even more brutal acts.

The viscous Warrior struck harder and harder against twilights tortured clit, the little wench was being driven past the point of no return. The pain was indescribable but at the same time she was starting to be aroused by it. she was losing the ability to tell the difference between pleasure and pain.

"Think she's gonna --ah aaaaaaHHHHHaaaaaa Blow?" She inverted the crop and shoved it roughly into the girl, crashing with the lengthy scream the girl let loose. "FUCK!! Myk!" She reamed the girl fast and furious watching her tremble on the edge, blood mixing with her natural juices.

Suddenly the beating stopped, but before twilight could even draw a breath the riding crop was plunged deep inside her. The little wench let out a soul rending scream as she was brutally ravaged by that hateful rod.

"Oh gods...Oh gods" she whimpered.

Although she tried not to, twilight could feel herself becoming enflamed by this brutal penetration.

The Warrior was reaming her fast and furious, she could feel the damage it was doing to her but still she found herself craving this harsh touch, wanting more. The shame and pain she felt was overwhelming but so too was the desire, she couldn't help herself.

Mykael didn't stop slamming into Durga until a warrior's cry exploded out of her. She raked her nails hard down the length of Durga's back as she crashed against her.

"Lemme finish her, Myk " Durga kept long slow strokes inside the girl, watery blood dripped down the crop. "She looks so good in red, yanno."

"Don't damage her too much or I won't be able to sell her or enjoy making her scream." To accent her point, Mykael brought her hand down hard against Durga's ass.

"Ah, it'll grow back, Myk." Durga went to the girl, and went down on one knee. She took her bruised clit in her mouth and sucking hard, rammed the crop inside twisting and bringing her over with sobs and shrieks.

"N-No can't give in...must resist" she muttered feebly as she hovered on the edge.

But all thoughts of resistance soon fled from the little wench when she felt her burning, throbbing clit be enveloped by the evil Warriors hot, hungry mouth. The Warrior sucked hard on that abused nub and then savagely rammed the riding crop deep inside the little wench, twisting and wrenching it as she did so.

"Nooo...Gods Noooo!!!" twilight screamed as she exploded and fell over the edge.

she bucked and heaved in a wild frenzy, straining helplessly against her bindings before falling back, spent and exhausted from her ordeal. The little wench hung there supported only by the ropes tying her to the tree, trembling and sobbing in the aftermath of her release.

Durga stood, yanked out the crop and wiped her mouth. "Not bad. When you're done, I'll buy her from you." She pulled on her trews, boots and vest, then picked up her crossbow and the quiver of shafts. "That is if I can't find one of my own. See ya, Myk. Have fun."

Mykael straightened her clothing, untied the wench and threw her over her shoulder. Mounting her horse, they took off towards camp where Mykael had every intention of making the little bitch scream again and again until she was hoarse. No wench marked her and got off easy.

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twilight lay face down across Mykael's steed, sobbing and trembling as she was carried off to some unknown fate. she was in pure agony, her tits, her ass, and most especially her clit were all burning and throbbing from the sadistic hands of this evil Warrior and Her brutish companion.

"Please let me go, Master...Please I beg You" she whimpered.

This foul Warrior had broken her completely. she had no will to resist anymore, she could only beg and plead for mercy.

Even more shameful to her however, was the pleasure that she experienced at her own debauchery. As much as she tried to resist it, she couldn't help but be excited by the brutal mixture of pain and pleasure that she had experienced.

she felt so ashamed over her weakness but she was powerless against the strength of this brutal Warrior. she could only hope that Ally or Nessa or someone from the Lodge would soon come rescue her.

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(Part 11 - Capture of kitty, Kit's sister) --

kitty sat alone in the tent she had been told to stay in. They had not chained her this time. They had worked her too hard, and plus the beating she had received when she had been captured, was still making walking difficult. kitty was also worried about her Mistress. her Mistress had been called back to her homeland to help defend it from Persians who were trying to invade the island, so when her Mistress had gotten the summons, she had told kitty to go and find her sister, Kit, and wait for word from her, and that She would be back for her and not to worry about that.

kitty remembered the night she was captured by the band of raiders. she had been on her way to stay with her sister Kit at some lodge she had been told she had been staying at. kitty had been walking along when she had been surrounded by these raiders. she had tried to run and even got in a couple kicks before she had been knocked unconscious. But when kitty had woke up she was on the shoulder of some very smelly raider and moved.

When Durga had figured out the little one was awake, she had thrown her to the ground telling her to walk. kitty had gotten up and started walking and wound up inside a tent. kitty had been told to kneel in the presence of Mykael, and kitty figured she better, so she did. Mykael had looked her over then told her to take off her clothes. At this, kitty had become frightened but did what she was bid.

After taking her britches and shirt off they looked her over, then they noticed the brand that was on kitty's upper right thigh. It had said MSWAMI, and the collar the slave wore also had M in gold on the collar. After that, Mykael told Durga, "Go get Slaide. we just might have a gold mine here."

Slaide came in and saw the naked slave and said, "So what do we have here."

Mykael said, "It looks like a runaway slave. See, look at the brand she carries. I am thinking that maybe we could get a good reward for her. What do you think Slaide?"

Slaide answered, "You just might have something there."

Then Mykael asked, "You are a runaway, aren't ya, bitch?" kitty remained silent and was slapped across her face by Mykael. "I asked you a question, bitch. Answer it."

kitty just stayed silent and then she was beat to an inch of her life. Until kitty had finally said she was a runaway. kitty figured it would be best for her if they knew she belonged to someone and maybe they would not hurt her too bad. Slaide got dinar signs in her eyes thinking, 'I can bring this little runaway to her Owner, and I bet I could get a handsome reward. And we can always use someone to do all the work around here.'

So, that was when it was decided she would hold onto her until they could find this Mswami person. kitty had been thrown into the tent, chained, that night, but lately they had not even bothered with that. They barely allowed her any food, although she did cook it, and they worked her hard with laundry, fires, cooking, gathering firewood. she did not have the energy to even try and escape anyway.

Then some commotion outside the tent, and before kitty knew it, there was another girl which had welts all over her backside, some even oozing blood, which was thrown in with her. kitty just went and got what she could to help the welts. The poor girl was unconscious and kitty figured it would be best for her that she was, cause when she came to she was going to be very very sore.

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Continued in Parts 9 thru 16 (Conclusion)

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