Against Everything I had Believed (looking for one female victim)

[angkorwat]

I am looking for a female victim to play the role of a French noblewoman during the High Middle Ages. I will play the role of her body-guard who is escorting her to her betrothed husband’s lands’. I ask that my partner have the time to update at least twice a week and use proper grammar. We can discuss what will and will not be in the role play once it begins. The way I have the first part of the role play planned, it will take some time before I being to rape you.



My first memory is of a hand pulling my out a burning hut. I still remember the pain in my chest as I struggled to breathe through the thick smoke. I remember the heat, the burning—I would have died that day had it not been for that hand. My village had been the victim of a chevaucheé during these wars with the Angevins. My father had been most likely been killed during the raid, my mother raped then killed. When the fighting started I hide inside my house, believe the walls that could barely keep out the winter cold would protect me against the invaders steel. The hand the pulled my out belonged to none other than the father of my lord, the Count of La Manche. I was taken in by some of his retainers and raised to be a soldier. I fought alongside my lord many times and continued to serve his sun when my lord died at hands of the Black Prince. I now serve my liege, the Marshal of France and holder of the Oriflamme, the current Count of La Manche.

Given my record of loyalty and service to my lord, I was given a much safer task—the charge of guarding his family. I had never taken a wife, never started a family—the life of solider in these times of war is not conducive to raising a family. But, they had rescued me from death and I would serve them to my last breathe, or so I thought. I had never seen you until your 18th year, being a soldier I was never given an audience before my lord’s family. You are your father’s third daughter, too far removed to ever inherit his titles. I was never a politician, though I knew exactly what your fate in life would be—married off to some old lord to cement an alliance, then used to produce an heir while your husband cavorts with all the women of his court.

Unfortunately, I took no pleasure in serving you. Whereas your father was the epitome of selflessness and virtue, you were nothing more than spoiled brat. It would not have so bad if you did not posses a figure and visage that would launch more ships than the antique Danaans possessed. While this great beauty would overwhelm from a distance, any time spent with you was a test in civility only a saint could pass. You would use your beauty to turn life long friends against each other and then deny the victor your favor; you would insult the women of the court, knowing full well that your father would protect you against them. Everyone in the court avoided you like the plague; they all breathed a sigh of relief when they heard they had been married off.

Well, everyone except me. I was to spend the next two months travel with you to the court of your betrothed. The night before we were to set off I spent most the night emptying my mind with the strongest spirits I could find—the thought of spending two months alone with you was almost more than I could handle.

I awoke the next morning with a splitting headache, the just punishment for last night’s libations. As you exited the castle and made your way to your horse, I watched you the whole time—even though I knew the danger that lurker under that exceedingly pleasing exterior, I could not help but admire your body. Soon we were off and the reality of my situation finally set in—two months with the world’s biggest bitch; please God, kill me now.

[Asylum]

My heart was pounding as I stepped into the carriage. I'd never undergone such a long journey before and most of these people were strangers to me. Two of my maids were, much against their will, traveling alongside me and I much prefered their constant chattering to the solitude of having to sit there alone. My bodyguard looked like a mess, and rather pale too. I wondered if he'd fallen ill, but I quickly dismissed the thought. It was bad omen to think of sickness before leaving. I didn't want things to go wrong on the road, for I was unaccustomed only to things going my way, and when they didn't, I entered a stage where I would correct every poor soul in sight and berate whoever got in my way. But all that was at home. My stomach turned as I pondered how it would be in the new court, but I had faith in my father not marrying me off to anyone but the best.

I couldn't help but notice the way that my bodyguard set eyes on me and while I supposed it was part of his job, I figured that he'd be quite amusing to play around with until we reached our destination. However, those thoughts were abruptly interrupted as the carriage door was closed and the horses began to steadily trot ahead and into the distance.

[angkorwat]

The minutes became hours, became days; even if they went by at an extremely slow pace. It seemed as though you took every possible occasion to make my task harder. The road was too bumpy so we had to move slower. The food was not up to your exacting standards, my disposition was not to your liking or I did not answer you requests fast enough. I began to understand the wisdom of staying as far away from as I had in my lord’s home—you were an unredeemable bitch.

As the second week of our journey began I started to contemplate gagging you for the rest of the journey—I would be severely punished when I finally delivered you, but at least the journey would go by in peace. The only things that kept from going insane were your maids. They tried, as best as they could, to keep you impossible demands and devilish tongue to yourself. I still don’t know they managed to put up with you; perhaps they were deaf, I’ll never know.

Even though you were an unrelenting nag, I could sense some deep seated, far off fear in your voice. You realized that your life was going to change, that you were going to be thrust into a new life, a new existence. You had no idea what was going to happen to you and you were afraid. The traveling also made you a bit fearful—you had never traveled from your father’s hall so every second took you further from your home.

I tried my best to keep from looking at you, but, alas, your beauty quickly made that impossible. Every time I would allow myself to be seduced by your body you would meet my gaze with a most condescending visage, forcing my eyes from you. Each time you allowed my eyes to remain on you slightly longer than I though you would. It was almost as though you were letting catch that one final glimpse, that you were teasing me, trying to control with your feminine wiles. Even so, I could see through your strong, self-assure exterior and see into your core—you were a scared little girl who was being forced away from everything she knew to be married away to a man she knew nothing of. That would send a chill down the spine of any mortal.