Posted by The IronRing on June 20, 2005 at 18:24:44:
She lay on the hard wooden floor of a richly appointed house. An oriental girl of about eighteen, she was bound carefully, her hands and feet, arms and legs - the ropes passed across her chest dividing her full, bare breasts, pulling them apart and outwards. Except for the blouse and skirt that had been draped over her, she was naked.
The chatelain entered the room and knelt down to deposit a bundle on the floor near the helpless, weeping maiden. The bundle included an unstrung bow and a quantity of long, sharp, barbed war arrows. He placed these before the girl, so that she could not help but look. They were to be the instruments of her slow, agonizing death.
The Tchu Yahk Sung had made it abundantly clear to the emissaries of the court of Tan Ghee that their involvement in the exchange and disposition of hostages - taken by their mercenary forces in the present, protracted conflict - was a matter of personal indifference - and guild honor.
This grim decorum contrasted sharply with the chaotic, bloody rivalries among the descendents of the Tcho-Tcho dynasty - rivalries that had used up armies and the wealth of whole kingdoms, and had left in their wake landscapes of carnage and atrocity, and pages written in blood.
In the early years of the conflict that had arrogantly marched across ancient borders and swallowed whole empires in its bloody, slavering maw, royal hostages had been quickly freed by the flow of wealth. But as the war continued unabated, and the nobility was slowly, inexorably winnowed away - by the fortunes of battle and by the keen edge of intrigue - hostages regularly suffered the grim fate of increasingly indifferent adversaries, becoming nothing more than tick marks in a ghastly catalogue of corpses that ran on and on, without end ...
The task of their pitiful disposition fell to the enterprising offices of the war lords who called themselves the Tchu Yahk Sung. The Yahk Sung war lords had stood aloof from the ill-tempered sibling animosities that had finally flared into frenzied blood letting. And now, free of any serious involvement themselves, they were at liberty to pursue their zeal for profiteering.
The Yahk Sung warlords were paid a retainer by the warring nobles, attached only to the requirement that they `deny comfort to the enemy'. Thus the Tchu Yahk Sung warriors and their mercenaries were at liberty to loot and pillage as much of the enemy's lands, crops, and livestock as they pleased - and their investment in the management of these resources was considerable. Usually, the lord's retainer included a bonus for hostages - and they cultivated this resource as well.
Sweeps were made at irregular intervals through mountain villages and farms still loyal to the royal adversaries, sweeps designed to surprise the foolish and the unfortunate, who against prudence, had ventured back to ancestral estates.
So it was that the mercenaries came upon a pitiful trio, a witless youth, his sister, and their doddering grandfather.
The hapless maiden and her family were bound with their arms behind their backs, tied together, and led on a leash to the provincial garrison of the Yahk Sung. The three were caged to await the outcome of notices from the war lords.
As was the custom, letters of intent were dispatched, indicating that the Yhak Sung held captives. As usual, a price was set for their release. As usual, no remuneration was forthcoming. And as usual, the unlucky prisoners would be put to death.
A lull in the fighting had offered respite for the men. They were able to rest and renew their energies, tend the wounded, repair fortifications, and refurbish armaments.
Before too long, however, respite became boredom. But the prospect of entertainment warmed their appetites for conflicts yet to come, and the promise of a comely maid, suitably tortured to satisfy their lusts, was a welcome diversion for the restless soldiers.
With customary cruelty, it was decided that all three would lose their heads - the youth and the old man while the girl was forced to watch. Then they would be at leisure to indulge themselves upon the maid.
At first light, the three bound figures were taken from a bamboo cage and led to the main square of the keep. There they were stripped, the girl first, then the boy and the man.
The girl was clothed in a simple peasant blouse and skirt. The soldiers had drawn lots for the various pleasures to be enjoyed at the girl's expense. One of the men walked up to the girl, grasped the top of her blouse, and tore it savagely open, ripping it top to bottom and then pulling the garment over the terrified maid's shoulders and forcing it down. Then he knelt in front of the pale, trembling figure and slowly pulled her skirt down, exposing her shamefully to those who watched.
Thus it was that the pitiful young girl found herself bound naked, and readied for a grim and dreadful ordeal. Her brother and grandfather were stripped as well, to stand naked before the soldiers. The three were made to kneel in a circle, facing outwards. Thus none of them could see the other two.
The girl was first subjected to a sham execution. A gag was placed into her mouth and tied carefully. Then one of the Tchu Yahk Sung executioners came forward with a long shining sword. He circled the trio so that they could each see the instrument of death. Then the boy and the man were blindfolded. The headsman stopped next to the girl and raised the sword. With a wild cry he sliced downward, parting the dusty air in front of her.
She lurched forward, her eyes wild with terror. They turned her around so that she could see her family - and then they forced her to watch.
The executioner stepped up next to the old man, and without preamble, raised the sword and brought it down with single terrible stroke. The elder's head flew off, to roll around crazily in the dust. The girl started to retch, but was prevented by the gag.
Then the man addressed the youth, who now whined feebly and twisted back and forth. It would be difficult to kill him cleanly, as the boy's swaying threatened to topple him. Without hesitation, the executioner drew a dagger and stabbed the boy in the guts. The helpless, witless boy stiffened and became more quiet, moaning softly. Then the executioner raised the long bloody sword and brought it down swiftly, splitting the back of the boy's head, its aim marred by his feeble motion. The boy's head dropped, planting face down, bloody and gruesome.
Then the girl, numb with shame and horror, at last gave vent to her emotion. She burst into tears, falling forward and sobbing, wailing and moaning from behind the gag. She had no reason to doubt that the next fall of the sword would be across her slender neck - she had no idea what was to come.
The gag was removed, and the naked girl was led from the square to the well-appointed house of the warlord himself. There she was trussed up like a chicken and left to lie on the floor of an inner chamber until such time as the warlord and his warriors were ready for their pleasure. After they had abused her, she would be returned to the square to provide the long-awaited afternoon entertainment.
Late in the morning, the girl was roused from the floor of the small chamber. Into a large polished and lacquered room, the frightened maiden was marched, to be deposited at the feet of d'Chong Sung, warlord of the provincial Tchu Yahk Sung. He was a man in his fifties, veteran of many campaigns, and a keen judge of character. He had managed not only to keep his retinue out of the Tcho-Tcho bloodbath, but had crafted treaties that had paved his house with marble and cedar, and filled the pockets of the warriors in his clan.
He had no inclination to personally violate the girl - that pleasure he would leave to his warriors. And they had little interest in the pitiful maid's torture - that pleasure they would leave to their mercenaries.
But he needed respite himself, from the administrative cares of a great lord, and from the worries that waited in the Spring campaign. Watching as the girl was humiliated before him would be an agreeable diversion.
Accordingly, she was untied and made to stand nude before him. At eighteen years, she was pretty, and pleasingly shaped. Her oval face was filled with dread and stained with tears, and d'Chong Sung called for scented water to be brought, and the girl to be bathed in front of him.
The chatelain of the great house, steward to his master in all things, called for the female servants, concubines of his lord, to wash the girl thoroughly. The women took pity on the maid, for they could guess at the terrifying fate that awaited her. Gently, they washed her down, head to toes. She was a slim and supple girl, with flawless ivory skin, and deep chestnut hair. She was made to turn her back to the warlord and then kneel and bend, opening fully, so that her privates could be cleansed -- and presented for his enjoyment.
When at last they had finished and combed the girl's hair till it shone, the concubines were dismissed, and the men sat down to eat and drink, and indulge their lusts in the spectacle that was to follow.
The maiden was forced to stand and endure their gaze. Bathed and combed, the eighteen-year-old girl was mouthwatering to look upon. Her arms and legs, though slender, were muscled, gracing a frame that had known hard work. Her shapely hips and abdomen flowed like pure cream beneath firm, rounded breasts. Coils of long dark hair caressed her shoulders, and framed an oval face shot through with fear and apprehension. Her lovely, dark eyes were wide with dismay and her lips trembled; her soft belly quivered, and the dark triangle of her pubes fluttered with each frightened breath.
Presently, the chatelain appeared once again, this time bearing a flask of scented oil and a slim velvet-wrapped parcel as long as a man's forearm. d'Chong Sung and his select warriors reclined on warm and costly carpets, and sat back to watch. An outer door was opened to admit a draft of fresh, chill Autumn air -- air that had its effect on the young girl's nipples; and as they watched, she stiffened wonderfully. Several of the soldiers came forward now, having been chosen by the fortune of a lottery created especially for the entertainment of the day.
Once again, the tearful maiden was turned with her back to the warlord and his warriors. Then she was made to kneel and bend over, her soft round bottom thrust high. The soldiers positioned her with care, stretching out her slender arms and spreading her milky thighs wide. Perfectly naked and exposed, she whimpered softly, and her bare breasts hung temptingly before the men. Without hesitation, they took the opportunity to fondle and stimulate her, eliciting soft sobs from the innocent maid. Then the chatelain opened the bundle and presented the contents to one of the warriors.
The velvet was unwrapped to reveal a cream colored shaft half a meter in length, ornately carved and polished. At one end was a slender, tapering, phallus, and at the other a patterned handle with a pommel, pierced at the end. A regular pattern of curious carving ran the entire length of the rod, giving it a sharp, ribbed, spiral texture. The object was an ivory dildo -- and it was intended for the young maiden's tender, yearning anus.
One of the men holding the naked maid dipped his index finger in to the vessel of oil, and placed it between the maid's fair thighs. The girl flinched, whimpering and visibly shaking now. He moved his finger upwards until it contacted her groin. Still upward he moved it until it rested just below the exposed ring of her anus. Then he brought the tip of his finger up and placed it lightly and deliberately against her pretty rosette. The girl was trembling now, sobbing and crying, her thighs shaking in shame and fearful anticipation.
Dipping his finger in the oil a second time, he placed the tip against her anus and began to massage and lubricate the girl's pretty anal opening. This went on for several minutes as the soldiers feasted their eyes on the maid's delicious humiliation. Then the soldier with the ivory shaft dipped it into the cool, scented oil and nuzzled it against the helpless girl's pretty moist anus. He placed the tip of the instrument against the folds of her rosette, and with a perceptible jerk, he started it into her.
She wailed and cried out, her shame beyond anything she had ever imagined. With a firm, smooth, fluid motion, the man slowly forced the ivory shaft into the pretty girl's soft, naked body. When the stake had entered her to a depth of several inches, the man smiled at one of his companions and relinquished the instrument, offering his fellows an opportunity to enjoy the young girl's naked body. Each took his turn -- and the ivory shaft was forced deeply and irresistibly into the lovely, helpless maiden's sensitive, dribbling anus.
Slowly, languorously, the stake was pushed in, and then just as slowly withdrawn. Again and again, with a soft, dreamy cadence, the girl was slowly, rhythmically sodomized, her pretty anus oozing creamy mucous, and from her throat, the satisfying wails of a pretty young girl being deliciously tormented.
The sharp spiral fluting of the stake caught the sensitive folds of the girl's exposed anal opening, tugging deliciously with each subtle motion. The spiral carving was just sharp enough to scratch the girl's yielding anus, opening tiny, itching rents in her soft, mouthwatering flesh. As the dildo was thrust in and out of the sobbing maid's rectum, the men twisted it slowly, adding yet another sensual motion to the catalogue of the pretty girl's shame.
For over an hour, the torture went on, until the girl was screaming - begging them to stop, begging them to let her go. Blood had begun to drool ever so slowly from the struggling beauty's creamy, yearning opening. And those who watched were drooling as well -- and found it necessary to adjust their clothing accordingly.
At last, the warlord gestured, and the maid's torment stopped. The ivory dildo was left for a time, fully inserted into the nude maiden's throbbing rectum. The ivory handle was left sticking up out of the girl's round fair bottom.
Then, as they watched, the chatelain came forward once again, this time bearing slender, course hemp rope. The girl was placed on her side and her legs were held open. The chatelain made a large loop and placed it over the girl's shoulders. Then he passed the itching, uncomfortable rope down along her back, inserting the end into the hole in the handle of the dildo. He pulled the end through the hole and then passed it under her groin, between her legs, bringing it up into the whimpering virgin's labia, and then drawing it up between her breasts and tying it to the front of the loop over her shoulders. Then he pulled it tight against the loop, forcing the rope into the girl's labia and thrusting the dildo deeper still into the sobbing maiden's rectum. Then he trussed the whimpering maid up carefully and dragged her out of the room, down a corridor and into a chamber. Then they left her alone.
The lord called for the midday meal to be brought and left his warriors at liberty for the remainder of the day. After two hours of food and drink, the men returned to the palace, refreshed and eager to indulge their lusts more fully. A dozen hardened warriors made for the chamber where the girl had been left. She was brought to her feet and untied. The long, ornate dildo, drooling red, was still sticking out of her pretty ivory bottom. They kissed her mouth and fondled her bare breasts roughly, pinching her nipples and slapping her soft tits hard. She was beaten and abused in this way for many minutes. One of the men took her left nipple in his mouth, licking and sucking, stiffening her tender pap. Then he placed the tip of her stiff teat between his teeth and bit down savagely, ripping open her nipple. She screamed and blood ran freely down her breast, lacing across her white belly to be lost in her full, dark pubic hair.
Then, one of the men loosened his breeches and exposed his stiff prick. He sat down on a chair directly in front of the maid, his dripping cock hard and ready. The girl was made to stand and bend at the waist. She was forced to bend over fully, her head pushed lower and lower, until her mouth was nearing the man's penis. The girl was commanded to submit her mouth, and before she could either reply or protest, the man pushed her head down with one hand and placed his throbbing glans across her delicate lips. He wiped the dribbling shaft back and forth across the maid's lips, and then pushed down with both hands, and upwards with his pelvis, forcing his penis into her mouth with a firm thrust.
Blood trickled slowly from the helpless maiden's torn nipple. Standing, naked, tortured and abused, the girl was slowly being sodomized, the man's thick wet shaft rocking slowly in and out between the sobbing girl's lips. Her legs were spread wide open and she was held carefully. The bloody ivory dildo was still sticking into her torn and tortured anus, and she cried, wailing pitifully.
Finally, one of the men grasped the ivory dildo and tore it savagely from the lovely maid's violated anus to emerge smeared with feces and blood. Then another man loosened his clothing and approached the girl from behind. Without warning, he gripped the moaning, struggling girl by the hips, placed his erect, dripping cock into the sticky, bloody hole left by the dildo and rammed it in. The girl winced, writhing, but the seated soldier continued to rape her soft mouth, deeply, firmly, thrusting his penis in hard, making sure she understood -- and making sure that she submitted fully.
One after another of the men violated her in this way, some having her kneel and bend over before she was penetrated. When they had exhausted this form of mistreatment, they prepared to rape her more formally. It was at this point that a squabble broke out.
The soldiers had drawn lots to see who would rape the maiden, but an argument ensued as to who had the right -- given to him by the warlord -- to deflower the girl.
The helpless virgin, bleeding from her anus, sobbing and wailing was spread on her back, and the men stood over the nude, bloody girl, arguing over who would tear her maidenhood open, leaving her raped and violated. Tempers flared, and daggers were unsheathed. The situation was becoming dangerous.
Presently, in the heat of their petulant debate, d'Chong Sung himself walked into the room and made directly for the naked, whimpering girl, opened his robes, knelt, and with a peremptory air, savagely penetrated the screaming maiden.
The soldiers stood about nonplussed as their master pounded his lust into the writhing, screaming virgin, tearing her brutally open. Her vagina was torn and ripped by the savagery of his attack, and the innocent blood of her maidenhood ran copiously from between her slim, shapely legs. One, twice, and a third time he spent himself in her, and the whole house rang again and again with miserable girl's heartrending screams of agony and shame.
Tortured, raped, and writhing, the girl finally stopped struggling and gave herself up to despair and to moaning, sobbing anguish.
At last the warlord rose, having neatly disposed of the problem of who would have the pleasure of deflowering the pretty maid, and without a word, walked somewhat unsteadily out of the room.
The men exchanged chagrined glances, but then smiled when they saw the chatelain bringing food and fresh wineskins. Once again, this perfect servitor knew exactly what was needed. The soldiers drank heartily and laughed at their own foolishness. Then they turned their attention once more to the helpless, naked girl, who lay bloody and whimpering on the polished floor. The floor was sticky with her blood and offal, but the chatelain saw to that as well, and before long it was cleansed in preparation for the cohort's further enjoyment of their vulnerable treasure.
For hours thereafter, the girl was raped and sodomized repeatedly, her torn body so thoroughly bruised that even her own screams became painful to her. During a lull in the pitiful girl's program of bloody agony, there came a knock on the door of the chamber. It was one of the mercenary captains, making inquiry about the final chapter in the day's entertainment - the chapter reserved for his troops.
The warriors assented, fully satisfied with their enjoyment of the girl. Once again, she was washed, and then left to rest. It took no more than a quarter hour to assemble the men outside, and then they came for her. The final episode of her savage, bloody ordeal was at hand.
The bow and the bundle of arrows that had been laid before the bound maiden were now brought forth to be used upon her. They half led, half carried the beaten, weakened girl out to the central square of the fortress.
The captain of the mercenary cohorts now raised his voice for suggestions as to how the girl should be killed. Ordinarily, such a luscious victim was bound and spread or crucified so that she could not move -- and then shot to death with arrows. Various ideas were voiced, but the method finally adopted was put forth by a young archer.
He suggested that she be merely bound hand and foot but left free to move about, so that they would have the pleasure of ogling the pretty girl's desperate attempts to avoid the arrows.
His mates greeted his suggestion with ready enthusiasm. Not only would they have the pleasure of seeing the screaming maid pierced again and again with the sharp, barbed war arrows, but they would be treated to the nuance of her desperate, pitiful attempts to squirm away from the shafts of searing agony aimed at her.
The pitiful girl was prepared as follows. First they tied her right wrist to her left ankle, making any effort at escape a clumsy business. Then the men took the opportunity to skewer the wailing girl, to add to their enjoyment of her shame and pain. Those who had won the lottery for this privilege came forward now bearing three of the long razor headed war arrows.
They forced the pitiful girl to kneel and bend over. Then they spread her legs wide. Then a man took one of the arrows and delicately placed the very tip of the sharp bladed tip against the girl's tortured anus. Then, with a powerful thrust he rammed the arrow into her bottom, driving it well inwards.
The girl had up till now shown only feeble signs of life as she was placed in the dust before them. But now the searing shaft filled her with a new and dreadful agony. She flailed about now, screaming again and again as they struggled to hold her down for the next shaft. Turning her on her side, they opened her legs and brought a second grim shaft towards her vagina. Again, there was a savage stroke and again she screamed. The sharp blade of the arrow was driven fully into her, slitting the girl's womb deeply, and left to nestle deep in her pelvis, tearing her as she squirmed and twisted.
The girl was then forced to kneel upright once more. From between her slender bloody thighs, two feathered shafts were left, sticking into her. From her vagina and her anus, blood, feces, and urine slowly oozed down, to mix with the quantities of ejaculum discharged into her by the endless rapes she had endured. All of this drooled down her thighs to fall soundlessly upon the cold bare ground. Then the men who stood around her grasped her hair and pulled her head back, forcing her to open her mouth, preparing her to submit to the final shaft.
When she saw what was coming she became to scream, great rending shrieks of despair, begging them and begging them. But they opened her mouth, poised the sharp bladed shaft against her cheek, and drove it in. Then they stepped away from her. Blood gurgled out of her mouth around the feathered shaft. She tottered over and commenced squirming and twisting about in the dust. Now it was time for the final scene.
Two score archers had been drawn by lot to dart the girl, and they came forward now, each with his bow and one of the war arrows allotted for the grim spectacle.
The girl flailed about in the dust, screaming, lurching wildly; sharp, bloody arrows stickiing into her vagina, her anus, and her mouth. The men stood in a rough circle and one by one, the archers came forward, and from a distance of not more than thirty paces (and often far less) let fly at their naked struggling victim. Again and again, the bolts found their mark, amid cheers from the men, and renewed screams of unspeakable, shattering agony from their bloody, mouthwatering victim.
The accuracy of the archers was unhindered, and they drove bolt after bolt into the helpless girl. Each shaft thundered into her, tearing and ripping, penetrating her afresh. The power of each awful shock spun the girl this way and that, and she flailed, trying desperately to fend off the sharp blades. But the war arrows found their mark, in her legs, her belly, her arms, her breasts, and her back. With each shot, she screamed, and the men cheered.
Her awful screams and the punishing blows she suffered were heartbreaking to watch. A few of the soldiers actually turned away. Her flesh was torn all across her belly now, and her guts began to find their way out. Several of her ribs were smashed and one arm was broken by an arrow that stuck at a mad angle into the elbow joint of her right arm, tearing apart the joint of the humerus and the ulna.
When the first few arrows had struck her, she had lunged, trying to avoid the archers' long reach. But now almost all of the shafts had been spent, and as the archers took their time, savoring each hit, the girl began to grow faint. Her blood ran freely now, creating a widening pool of bright crimson surrounding her pitiful figure.
And still the arrows came, ripping, tearing, cutting her naked body open. And at last they were all spent.
But she was not dead yet. Still her bloody butchered chest heaved in and out in shallow, ragged spasms. Arrows stuck out of her breasts and her rib cage. Some, clearly, had found their mark in her lungs - delicate bubbles of blood formed at her nostrils.
Once again, the chatelain came forward to administer the finishing touch.
He strode out, directly toward the girl. She lay in the bloody dust, with dozens of arrows sticking out of her nude, tortured body, her limbs twisted and contorted in agony, her chest pumping up and down in a rapid cadence that tried so hard to keep her alive. The chatelain dragged her away from the sticky widening pool of crimson, and knelt down beside her. Tenderly, he reached out and caressed her hair. He moved his hands down her face and placed them gently around her neck. He gazed softly into her dark, frightened eyes, and ever so slowly, he tightened his grasp around her soft, bloody throat.
At first the girl lay quietly, but when she realized what was happening, she tried to struggle. The steward continued to look into her eyes and slowly shook his head - and continued his pressure around her neck. Slowly, quietly, he strangled the young girl, holding her firmly as she twitched and trembled against him. Her brutally butchered body resisted for more than two minutes, her young heart pounding desperately beneath her torn, bloody breasts. Then she shuddered violently, once, twice, and then from around the awful shafts driven into her tender privates, urine and feces oozed out, as she lost control of her body.
Finally, the chatelain relaxed his hold on the girl and stood. The awkward, bloody, barbed figure stirred slightly and then moved no more. Then, as a final grace note, the girl's nude, butchered corpse was knelt in the pool of bloody urine. Her hair was pulled, stretching her neck out. One of the warriors drew his sword, and with a single, graceful motion, separated the dead girl's head from her shoulders.
At last, it was over. The heads were gathered together and then sent by courier to a representative of the nobility, to verify the liquidation of three more hostages. And the three pitiful, headless bodies were dragged out of the fortress, to be deposited where a broad scattering of pale debris was slowly bleaching in the sun, a place where vultures had learned, over time, to remain, grim sentinels to the feast. The corpses were placed where carrion fowl would find them - where they had found many others - where they would surely find many more ...