Battle royale (for VikingRaider)

[Dollface]

Barring her recent experience in the darkened room, Briar had never been touched in an intimate manner. Now, while trying to quell the steady flow of tears that were trailing down her face, she heard him remark that she would be the one to bare him a child. Her eyes widened at his words, and she began to thrash violently in her bonds, trying to rid herself of his touch. But no matter how much she struggled, the sorcerer seemed unfazed, his fingers working deftly to place the runes on her naked chest, while she screamed a steady stream of oaths and curses at him. "Coward! Bastard!" She yelled. "Find someone else to carry your filthy spawn!"

Never, even in her wildest of nightmares, had she ever imagined herself having a child. She was a warrior, proud and strong, and as such she had made a promise to never compromise her purity, opting for death over pleasures of the flesh. Briar groaned softly with dismay--she knew that unless she escaped before she was violated, she would never be able to return home as a warrior. A common woman perhaps, one who would find herself quickly married off in order to start a family of her own, but even then she knew that the tribe would regard her with some disgust. After all, she had allowed herself to be taken advantage of and hadn't been willing to do the honorable thing of ridding herself from the world.

[VikingRaider]

His hands worked their evil magic over her body, painting her in a series of symbols and marking that would help ensure his desires were met. He was agonizingly slow, moving with care over her untouched flesh and enjoying how she struggled underneath him. He traced circles over her toned stomach, the warm liquid marking her as the receptacle of seed. The curses she threw at him only made him smirk, he enjoyed a woman with a voice of her own. They made the most entertaining sounds.

"I am not so cruel as to take away your choice in the matter completely," he said, moving to cup her left breast leaving a red hand print over the mound of flesh. "I will give you the option of avoiding this fate if you so choose," he dipped his fingers in the potion again, moving to circle her right nipple. "My creatures are not without their own lusts and a strong woman such as yourself would sate them greatly. If you are able to withstand them I may be merciful and release you."

He pinched her nipple between his fingertips, toying with the pink bud like she was nothing more than his plaything. "So choose: me, or my creatures."

[Dollface]

Her people never had any use for magic, in fact, it was openly mocked and dismissed if it was discussed at all. Once, when Briar was still a young child, a traveling magician had entered her lands, offering a public performance to the tribe in exchange for food and a place to sleep for the night. The chief had accepted, not out of interest of seeing the show, but because he pitied the young man. That afternoon, the children gathered around the magician as he made things appear and disappear, told fortunes, and juggled. Once by one, the children grew bored and began to wander off, while some of the older boys threw things at both each other and the performer, openly mocking him. In tears, the magician abruptly ended the performance, handed out candy to the children who had behaved themselves, then took off to hide in his tent until morning.

Other magic-users had occasionally stopped by the tribe as well, but not one of them was able to convince Briar that magic had any power outside of entertaining very small children. But now, as she watched with horror at the indecipherable runes being painted on her body, she began to realize just how wrong she truly was. But her struggles grew more and more feeble as time went on. She was exhausted from the long days of travel with little to eat, from the battle that had taken place upstairs seemingly ages ago, from the maddening hands which had groped and played with her body in the dark. So when he spoke of giving her a choice, she wearily forced herself to listen, shuddering as he cupped her breast.

But the choice was not really a choice at all, she realized sadly. The thought of being a toy to his abominations was infinitely worse than being intimate with one human--even if that human was as sadistic and evil as the sorcerer. And, she reasoned, she couldn't trust him to free her when the monsters were done with her. Plus, if she stayed, there was a chance that she would be able to kill him--perhaps completing her mission would make her worthier in the eyes of her tribe, causing them to overlook the fact that she was no longer innocent. Indeed, Briar knew that no matter what happened, she would not leave this place without the loss of her virginity, but the thought of destroying her captor was impossible to resist.

"Do what you must," she said finally, trying to keep her voice strong, then turning her face away from him and closing her eyes. Her body stopped struggling and she lay perfectly still, trying to ignore her mind's urging to fight, to stop him from violating her and forcing her to become the mother of his child.

[VikingRaider]

Crevis nodded at her choice, pleased that she had resigned herself to her fate. He had no doubts that given the oppurtunity she would kill him the first chance she was given. Hopefully though, that would not be before he had taken what he wanted. She was young,healthy, and in the prime of her life for bearing children. He would enjoy himself immensely.

Placing the now empty vial back in its cupboard he turned to look at her. Her entire body was now covered in red markings, extenuating her beauty and seemingly calling out to be taken by him. She refused to look at him, too disgusted to watch him take her body against her will. He would change that before long. She would watch him as he violated her.

He walked over to her side, taking her chin in his hand and forcing her to look up at him. His eyes met her and in the moment his whispered "Sed nunc lacus, convallis blandit". The words, simple though they might have been, burned themselves into her brain and took a hold over her. Try though she might she could not close her eyes, only able to blink as he began to remove his own clothing. It was a simple spell, designed my the wizards of the old kings to keep the guards awake long into the night. This cruel usage was bastardization of it's true purpose, but Crevis cared little for such trivial matters.

Piece by piece he removed his own garments, baring his body to her. He was toned and lacking any real scars save for several marking tattooed over his chest, products of his own research. Last of course was his pants, and as they fell to the floor he smirked as the saw his manhood being released from its confines, hard and heavy with lust. He approached the table, cupping her nether lips and pushing a finger inside. "Tell me your name child, it is only fitting I know the name of the mother-to-be."

[Dollface]

Her eyes opened on their own accord, causing Briar to try to close them again, but was surprisingly unable to. "What...?" She was blinking furiously, trying to keep the lids closed only to have them pop open again. "What did you do to me?" She demanded, still trying to close her eyes--frustrated that something which should have been the easiest task in the world was now impossible to do thanks to his meddling. Tortured, she watched wide-eyed as her captor stripped in front of her, her gaze traveling down his body until it fell on his member, which was thick and hard with lust. Briar let out another pained groan, realizing that it wouldn't be long until he was robbing her of her innocence with that... Thing.

She tensed when she felt his hand cup between her thighs, already feeling unclean. When he pushed his finger inside, she instinctively jerked away, feeling pain in her most intimate of regions when he pushed against her hymen. He asked of her name then, and Briar only shook her head, biting down hard on her bottom lip as if she expected her mouth to be used against her just a her eyes were. He was going to take everything from her, the last thing she wanted was for him to corrupt her name as well.

[VikingRaider]

He felt his cock throb as he felt her hymen, the symbol of her chastity, still intact inside of her. "So you are a virgin. This is good, your blood will be all the more powerful during our union." Of course she still was refusing to talk and he merely shook his head as she denied him her name. "I will learn you're name soon enough. If not willingly than by force." There were methods of extracting such information from her, bu it would be much more satisfying for her to give it up willingly.

He removed his finger from her pussy, sliding it up her belly as he pulled humself atop of the sturdy alter. He positioned himself between her legs, his cock ready to rip into her at any moment but still he denied her a quick end. He wanted to draw this out, taking as long as he could in sampling her body. Leaning over her he grasped her breasts, taking her let nipple in his mouth and enjoying the taste of her skin. Her breathing was ragged and he could feel her heart thundering in her chest as he humiliated her were no one would be coming to her rescue.

[Dollface]

For years, she had been taught to never fear anything. Fear was a weakness, a sin, and as such was something to be conquered. She didn't want to admit it, but laying here in a dimly-lit dungeon of a room, chained to a table, and at the complete mercy of a cruel man that she had tried--and failed--to kill, left her courage in shambles. Someone would undoubtedly be sent to find her if she did not return within the next few days, her tribe did not abandon its members if it was at all possible. They would send an older, more experienced warrior, and he or she would follow Briar's path until they came across the sorcerer's hut. Maybe they would watch the sorcerer from afar for a few days, learning of his habits before attempting to ambush him while he was at his weakest; or maybe they would do what Briar had done and wildly burst into the hut, relying on the element of surprise to complete the job.

Either way, Briar knew that they would be too late.

She heaved a sigh or relief as his finger was withdrawn from her vagina, only to have her blood run cold when he climbed on top of her, positioned at the perfect angle to bring her worst fears to life at a moment's notice. Rather, seeming to take great pleasure in her suffering, he grabbed her breasts and started suckling at her nipple. A low, feral growl of disgust fled her throat then, and she wanted to beg him to stop and let her go, but her pride was too great.

[VikingRaider]

Her disgust was heavy in the air as he sampled her breasts, giving him reason to smirk as she groaned in disgust of him. She was growing more and more afraid of him, her veil of bravery was being stripped piece by piece as he took everything that she had. Her honor, her freedom, and now her purity.

It was time.

Leaning back he placed a hand over the apex of her thighs, trying to hold her still as he took his shaft in his other hand and guided it into place. He pressed the tip against her vaginal lips, moving over it teasingly. He knew that ever moment he dragged it out was agony for her and he enjoyed ever second of it. With a small groan he pushed forward slowly, spreading her open and taking all she had left. She was tight, like a velvet vice around his cock as he pushed forward to her hymen. When he finally felt the thin barrier blocking his path he looked into her eyes and mercilessly thrust forward, ripping the last testament of her virginity and ruining her place in her tribe.

[Dollface]

She watched, horrified as he ceased his assault on her breasts, pressing his hand down on her pubic bone to stop her from squirming over of the way and making his entry harder. The young warrior desperately tried to close her eyes again when she felt the head of his member rub against her opening, but the spell he had cast on her earlier was still very much in effect, forcing her to watch his every move. She writhed in pain when she felt him push into her, forcing the delicate walls of her vagina to contract around him, trying to push him out but just heightening his pleasure in the process. But he stopped after a few seconds, meeting her gaze before suddenly thrusting forward.

Her screams of agony filled the room. Echoing through the passage leading from the upper level of the house to the basement. When her screaming finally subsided, she began to weep bitterly. It was over, all over. A lifetime of dreams taken from her in a matter of seconds, leaving her ruined, a mere slave to a man who would force himself on her whenever he liked. Even when someone came to rescue her days or weeks from now, she knew that he wouldn't hesitate to kill them, or to force them to participate in one of his "experiments".

"You bastard... You vile, horrible monster," she sobbed as he continued to thrust into her.

[VikingRaider]

He let out a moan as he push in as far as he could, ripping open her body and forcing her to take every inch. At her curse he just smiled at her and licked his lips. "And you, my dear, are nothing but a whore. A whore to be used for my purposes." She was his now, he had no plans on letting her escape his home after this was over. She would entertain him for a long time to come. Pulling back sharply he thrust back inside, setting a fast pace as he rove his length in and out of her without care for her pain and humiliation.

The pleasure he felt was incredible, giving him more than enough cause to groan as her body tried futility to push him out. Every time her muscles contracted only added to the feelings he was experiencing and made him thrust even harder inside of her. His breathing grew harder as their bodies racked back and forth on the alter as the lights seemed to dim around them.

[Dollface]

She wanted, more than anything in the world, to kill him right then and there when she saw him smile. "I'm not a whore," she snapped through her tears. "And there will be people coming to look for me, and when they do you'll wish you were never born." Her pain was excruciating, and he was making it worse by thrusting into her quickly. Through her pain, she wondered how long her would keep her his prisoner, and if he really intended on impregnating her. No matter what happened, she was determined to escape, knowing that he couldn't keep her chained forever

Through it all, she felt as if he was tearing her apart, causing her to cry out on occasion.

[VikingRaider]

His hands gripped her hips, sliding down to cup her asscheeks as he lifted her slightly off the alter and fucked her hard and fast. Her tears egged him on further, enjoying the downward spiral of emotions she was being forced through. Her breasts bounced up and down in time with their movements giving him a spectacular view. The room was growing hotter as the smell of sweat and sex filled the air around them, dark magic mixing with his lusts and her pain.

"Do you think that makes a difference?" He laughed at her, his calm attitude giving way to one of amusement. "You were barely a threat to me, do you think I could not take on more of your people?" He would break her down, take away all hope from her and build her back up again as his personal servant. "I will take them on and with m power you know I will succeed. They will either die by my monsters hands or join their ranks."

As he spoke the red markings on her skin seemed to move slightly, as if they themselves were reacting to his words. The red liquid was mixing with her sweat, feeding off her and mixing with her skin. Soon she would forever bear his mark and be bound to him forever. Even if she killed him there would be no escaping what he had done to her.

[Dollface]

She looked away at his words, knowing he was right. Still, she had to have hope that whoever came--even though it would undoubtedly be days, or even weeks from now--that they would be able to catch him at a moment of weakness. Surely there was someone in her tribe who was powerful enough to defeat him? But even if there was, she knew that they would be depending on the king's messenger's faulty information, the exact same information that had dismissed the sorcerer as a minor inconvenience, which had led to chief to send one of the most inexperienced of warriors.

"They'll come," she whispered. "And you'll die."

The words were comforting to say aloud, even through her pain. Suddenly, she began to feel a tingling sensation come over her body, looking at her torso, she gasped when she saw the designs that he had painted on her body earlier begin to move.

"What's happening? Why are they doing that?" She demanded, staring at the paint transfixed.

[VikingRaider]

"They'll come," she whispered. "And you'll die."

He didn't respond, her tears more than enough for him to dismiss that statement. He would take on anyone foolish enough to disturb his work. But now it seemed she had noticed his markings moving aloung her skin, bleeding into her flesh as their unholy union approached its climax.

"They are marking you," he grunted out, his breath growing irregular as he approached his release. "These marking will stay with you for life and ensure our child will be strong and powerful." Her expression was truly beautiful, a life utterly destroyed by a simple act. "You will never be able to remove them.

It was time, his balls tightening as his cock rammed and out of her. Ten more quick thrusts sealed the deal and he finally pushed fully inside of her and yelled out a incantation that caused the candles to flare up and his power to flow through her body into her markings. His seed burst forth inside of her, coating her walls and filling her unwilling, fertile womb.

[Dollface]

His breathing pattern was strange, his pace quickening, but she was far too innocent to know what that meant. Instead, she shrieked with surprise and dismay as the candle flames rose to unnatural heights, the markings feeling as if the were made purely of electricity instead of paint, causing her to cry out in pain. In the midst of all this, she felt something warm and fluid spread inside her lower abdomen, realizing that he had just filled her with his seed.

It seemed like ages had passed before the electrical pain of the marks dissipated, leaving her a sobbing, trembling wreck on the altar.

She was exhausted, and every single part of her body seemed to ache in one way or another. Her chained form shone with a thin layer of sweat in the candle light, her pale blonde hair was fanned out in a tangled, wild halo around her head, and she looked at him as a cornered deer might look at a hunter. "Please let me go," she whispered. "You've gotten what you wanted." Briar desperately hoped that he was done with her, and that somehow his magic had failed and that no life was beginning to develop in her abdomen.

[VikingRaider]

Crevis loomed over her, his dark hair hanging from his face and barely touching her own. His was panting, the high of his orgasm making him feel ten times as powerful. He kept his member inside of her, keeping his seed from leaking out for the moment letting it fulfill its purpose. He had no doubt soon she would be bearing their child, one that would carry on his legacy with their combined strength.

He stroked her cheek gently, like a cruel mockery of a lover as she cried underneath him. "No," he told her simple. "You will remain with me and carry our child to fruition. I will not risk its destruction." He pushed his hips forward slightly, enjoying the moment they joined one last time before slowly sliding out. "You will be my servant and obey me. You will not be allowed to leave until I am down with you."

[Dollface]

She shuddered at his touch as he stroked her cheek gently a few times, but her eyes widened was he destroyed any hope of her seeing her home again anytime in the near future with a single word. "You cannot do this! Please!" Her voice shook, and she searched her mind for a bargaining chip. "I-I promise not to cause the child harm, I'll even bring it back here to you once it's ready. I swear it!" The chains clattered loudly as she began to once more fight against her bonds, adrenaline pumping through her as she tried to free herself. The pain of her nether regions ebbed to a dull ache as he removed himself from her, causing her thoughts to clear slightly. Her upper lip curled with revulsion when she felt his seed beginning to leak out of her sore womanhood, pooling on the altar beneath her.

Briar felt as if she were going mad. She wasn't sure if she would be able to last a week here, let alone long enough to carry a healthy child to term. And the thought of being her servant filled her with revulsion. She felt helpless, and like a mere shadow of her former self, but she tried to focus her thoughts, tried to come up with something that would allow her to see her homeland again.

"A midwife," she said abruptly, grasping on the first thought that came to mind. "I'll need a midwife won't I? Someone to make sure that the baby is developing properly? And to help with the..." She gulped at the thought, it was a long way off from happening, but it was something to be dreaded nonetheless. "...The birth? There are many midwives where I come from. Really, it would be best for the child if I left."

[VikingRaider]

Sliding off the alter Crevis had trouble holding back a laugh. "You are a devious wolf, my dear. I assure you there is nothing you could do nor say that would convince me to release you." He turned back to her, tracing the new tattoos that trailed her body. "A midwife is an easy enough item to get ahold of. Luring or capturing one when the time is right will be no trouble for me, so rest easy knowing that the birthing will be in good hands."

Snapping his fingers the chains came loose, freeing her from the confines of the alter. Not about to give her a chance to escape though two more of his creatures entered the room, large and wearing black robes and masks as if he was trying to make some attempt to ease her fear of them. "You must be tired. My servants will direct you to the bath outside, afterwards you may eat before retiring to sleep.

[Dollface]

As the chains released their grip on her, Briar lingered on the alter a moment longer, feeling hollow from his words, not even bothering to leap up and run. The tears had stopped, all used up from before. Slowly, she lifted herself up--pausing once as if startled by the presence of the towering, robed and masked creatures--before sliding to the ground, careful not to place too much weight on her injured ankle, and trying her best to cover her bare breasts and sex with her hands.

Hanging her head, she walked over to the creatures, glancing at them once before shuddering--a part of her wondering if there was any shred of humanity left in their shrouded forms, or if they were just mindless creatures.

[VikingRaider]

Crevis said nothing as the creatures flanked both her sides, pushing her forward slightly in an order to move. Their masks were locked onto her body the entire time, boring into her with every step. The moved with large steps, almost limping as if their bodies were not made correctly. The only sound they made was their heavy breathing and a strange, wet sound from under their robes.

They were silent as they led her through the dark corridors, the path lit by lanterns that had not been lit before. Occasionally the path branched off into dark hallways that whispered of a larger labyrinth of tunnels that the sorcerer held under his domain. Eventually they led her back to the cellar door she had been brought down before, holding her arms so she could not run.

The sun was just beginning to set when they brought her behind the hut, bringing her to a hot spring sitting just a short distance behind the house. Such a thing was impossible in these lands, but the formation or rocks and strange images one could see in the steam spoke of its unnatural creation.