For a second, the room was empty. Then a dozen men burst throat the door, and more flooded in after. I charged them outright, not giving them a chance to surround me. Three men in front thrusted their points at once, and I leapt over them, swinging across their shoulders to decapitate two, and brain the third. I fell in a tumble, rolled onto my feet, and swept in a vicious circle, chopping four legs off at the knee. They went down shrieking, their split knee caps wobbling grotesquely, blood pumping from the stumps. I slid forward just before a pike went in my back, and caught a decapitating strike on my sword. Before they could pin me, I put my weight on my heels, and jumped backward, the point of my blade leading the way. I impaled two men, pulled my sword out, whipped it to slash a third’s belly, then came around to chop into a fourth’s head. A big fellow came barreling after me, and I sidestepped to let him run off the balcony. His scream carried after him, then cut short with a distant splash.
"Huntiata!" I screamed a third time.
I dashed at a man with a pike, dodged his thrust, and let the pole go across my leaning chest just to put my sword through his mouth. Using him as an offensive shield, I drove the blade through another man’s chest before rending their bodies in two, and hacking a third man through the shoulder. He went down screaming, and the man behind him rushed through the fountaining blood just to find my dagger in his belly. Backhanding the stab, I rolled off his doubled-over body, flailed out with my sword, and cut a man’s jaw clean off. I descended, sprawled out and exposed, a man’s pike was barreling toward me. I couldn’t get my sword-arm free, and so I abandoned the weapon and twisted out of the way, but not in time. The edge of the pike cut through my side before the point of it was imbedded into the man I was rolling off. I cried out, clutching at my ribs and backing away.
The room filled with watchmen, dozens turning to scores, so many that there wasn’t a space between them. The front row of pikemen harried me toward the balcony, shark’s grins on their faces.
"Huntiata!" I screamed over them. They just laughed, thrusting their sharp points at me, making me step closer and closer to my end. "Huntiata!" I screeched. The men in front laughed harder, some of them mimicking me tauntingly. They thrusted, and I parried two blows before the third caught me in the shoulder. I yelped, leaping backward. My butt landed on the edge of the railing, and I tipped precariously. "Huntiata!" I shrieked louder. My call was only answered with more laughter. The pikes retracted, their points glinting in the torchlight.
"Huntia—" And they thrusted once more, cutting off my voice, sending me toppling backwards. I flailed to catch the railing, but my fingers only brushed it. My stomach dropped as gravity took hold, and I fell screaming into oblivion. The wind stole my voice. The tower became small. The sky seemed to fall before my flailing arms and legs. The seconds stretched through eternity, then stopped suddenly. A picture of a purple sky lit by a full moon swam in my vision, then darkened to blackness. There was no warmth, nor cold. There was nothing. My last awareness of myself dwindled, and my last breath slowly seeped from me. A thought stayed in my mind for the last moments. It was an image, mostly black, but in the middle, there was a… what was there? It was a… a…
LEVERIA
"Elena?" I asked softly, almost as though she was simply making coffee in the next room. I’d heard the scream, I’d heard it fade, and I’d heard the splash below, but I couldn’t believe it. "Elena?" I called again.
Eric’s dead face was slack beside me, but his bloodied lips seemed to grin. I pulled on the chair, but it was an oak piece, much too heavy for me. I looked over at my knife set. It was well out of reach. The laughter in the next room quieted.
"Ok, where is the bitch?" A man asked.
"That’s the royal bedroom right there."
"The one that dark-skinned savage jumped out of?"
"That was Elena Straltaira."
"Traitorous whore. Can’t believe they let that darky slut in the Noble Court. Ray, go check the bedroom, see if there’s anyone in there."
The door creaked open. He was a young man, maybe only eighteen. He was handsome with a kindly face, his features fair and gentle. He looked at my husband’s body, then he looked at me. What story he deduced from the scene, I did not know. I shook my head at him, pleading with my eyes. He chewed on his lip, then looked over his shoulder.
"Don’t!" I whispered.
He looked back at me, the conflict playing across his face.
"Don’t!" I begged, tears cornering my eyes.
His expression softened. He looked from me, to the open passage in the fireplace, then to the cuffs on my wrist.
"Key?" He mouthed.
I shook my head, tears streaming down my cheeks. "Ambassador Straltaira kidnapped me. She handcuffed me to this chair, and she… she made me watch what she did to my husband!"
"Hey, Ray, what the fuck’s going on in there?" Someone yelled.
"This place is rigged with traps!" He called over his shoulder.
"Do you see the queen?"
"I’m looking!" He yelled impatiently. He chewed on his lip, looking around the room. His eyes fell upon the bloody snippers. He took them, and slid the blades around the chains of my cuff. He gave an exerted grunt, squeezed, and the chains broke free.
"Thank you!" I whispered.
He put his finger to his lips, looking nervously at the door. "Come on." He mouthed, and took my hand. He slid along the wall until he got to the doorway, peeked through the slit of light, then held up his other hand. "On the count of three, you run to the passage." He mouthed.
I nodded.
He held up one finger, then another, then another. I ran behind him, using his body as cover, and he yanked me around, and threw me through the doorway. I was sent sprawling into my office, my vision filled with booted feet. There was a moment before my realization where I wondered why he had sent me on this detour. Then my flesh prickled, and a terror like I’d never known crept into my chest. I looked up. All around me were faces. Some were bearded, some were ragged, some were bloody, and some were fair, but they were all strangers, and all merciless, their blue eyes filled with avarice and hate.
"Look what I found!" Ray jeered behind me.
Someone whooped, and the whole room filled with sardonic laughter. I scrambled backwards on my hands and heels, and smacked into Ray’s shins as he shut the door behind him.
"Where are you going, Your Highness?" He sneered down at me, "Your loyal subjects are here to pay tribute!"
"I’ve got two sacks full of treasure just for you!" A man grinned down at me, grabbing his crotch.
"I got a pair of jewels as well, and a staff to go with them!" Another chortled, looming above me.
"Sorry I didn’t pay my taxes on time." A bearded older man cackled, "But I guess now’s a good time to make a deposit, eh, Your Highness?"
"Right in the royal bank!" A man snatched me by the heels, and I kicked him in the face. His head shot back, and he howled with laughter, "Oh, she’s still got some fight in her!" He grinned wolfishly at me, blood running from his nose, "I like it when they squirm."
"Get up!" A man growled, and his fist was in my hair, hauling me to my knees.
"You look so pretty in that red dress." Another man growled, pawing at the shoulder straps, "Did you wear it just for us?"
"Here’s your crown, my queen." Someone laughed, and adorned my head with my tiara, "It looks so pretty on you!"
"Such a hot little piece!" Growled a bearded man, "I can’t wait any longer!" He wrenched down his pants, and his stinking fat cock shot out. He palmed the entire top of my head, and moved it forward.
"I’ll bite it off!" I snarled, baring my teeth.
He drew a dagger, and sneered behind it. "You bite something off; I cut something off."
"Is that so?" I asked, and before he could answer, I snatched the combat knife out of his boot, and drove it to my chest.
"Whoa there!" Jay laughed, grabbing my wrists, the point of the blade quivering just a hair before my heart. I struggled with him, pulling with all my might, but he just held my arms out before me, and roared, "Three cheers for Queen Leveria, the slayer of Queen Leveria!"
"Hoorah! Hoorah! Hoorah!" They cheered, and broke out into applause. I didn’t want to cry, but I couldn’t stop myself. Tears of frustration poured from my eyes as I feebly tried to die, but sweet death would not come to me.
"What’s the matter, Your Highness?" Jay sneered, "I just saved your life."
I twisted in his arms, and he held me without effort. With a flick of his wrist, the dagger slipped from my hands, and clattered between my legs.
"I’ll kill you." I hissed, then screamed, "I’ll kill all of you! You think you know suffering?! You think you know pain?!"
"No, but you will." Came a familiar voice. The crowd of men parted, and Lucas Ternias stepped before me. He savored the sight of me, his eyes running over every inch of my splayed body until they met my gaze, and a victorious sneer crawled across his thin lips. "Do not call this woman ‘Your Highness,’ or ‘Your Grace,’ or ‘my queen.’" He said, "Do not even call her ‘my lady.’ She is no one. She is nothing. She isn’t even a whore, for she will not demand that you pay. She’s just… a toy. My gift to you brave men who have fought so valiantly for your country."
"Lucas…" I hissed, "don’t do this."
"Lucas?" He raised his brows, "Is that what you call your king?"
"I’m begging you." I whispered.
His smile grew broader. He stepped between my legs, and loomed over me. Then he extended his hand, his family ring glinting in the torchlight. "Show me how you beg." He said softly, "Grovel like the beggar you are, and I will show you mercy."
I got onto my knees, the tears flowing freely down my cheeks. I leaned forward, closed my eyes, and planted a kiss upon the ring. He pulled back his hand, and I looked up at him. He wasn’t smiling anymore, but his eyes were laughing.
"Soldier, what is your name?" He asked Jay.
"Sergeant Jay Kaylinia, Your Highness." He answered.
"A sergeant, at your age?" He smiled, "What an enterprising young man you are. That box you have in your had. Do you know what those syringes are filled with?"
"No." I whispered, "You said you would give me mercy."
"So I am, in a way." He said, the corner of his mouth turning, "Were you as practical a woman as you pretend to be, you would see it as mercy. But pride has always been your folly, and you cling to it still. Let me remove that folly from you."
"What is this, Your Highness?" Jay asked.
"Liquid congeniality." Ternias said with a wry smile, then turned on his heel. "Keep her alive and in one piece, gentlemen. I have use for her."
I felt the injection in my shoulder, and the plunger depress. I whimpered. My body went cold as the last tendrils of fear took me, then… they were gone. I was hot. I was so hot. The world was bathed it warm colors, and the smells saturated my mind. Men. So many men. I reached feebly for the dagger between my legs, but my wrist caught the hem of my dress, and the silken fabric moved like liquid between my legs. I was wet. So wet. My fingers retracted before the hilt of the dagger, and a man picked it up off the carpet. Oh, the carpet was so plush, the little fibers running along my flesh, whispering through my nerves. It was a gentle sensation, but I did not desire gentle sensations. I looked up at the man before me. His cock was still out, rigid and thick, a froth of precum bubbling delectably from its tip.
"Kill me." I hissed at him. No, I purred it, and I didn’t say ‘kill me;’ I said, "Fuck me."
The men looked at one another, laughter on their faces, laughter in their voices. Were they laughing at me? Had I made a fool of myself? What a silly slut I was, thinking my mouth was for talking. I drew myself languorously to my knees, but my sensuality was robbed from me when a man at my side suddenly seized my face, and drove his fat cock into my mouth. Everyone laughed and cheered, and I gagged around him. He balled his fists into my hair and throat-fucked me, smashing my face against his crotch, making me smell the sweet stink of death and sweat that made up his miasma. Drool dripped down my chin, I glugged with every motion, and hands came upon me.
"Suck it, you stupid fucking slut!" The man growled, spittle leaking from his clenched teeth, and I hummed around his driving shaft, my eyes half-mast in lust. Suffocate me until I die.
Their hands descended upon me, pulling my bodice down to release my breasts in a jiggling explosion of alabaster flesh, hiking up my skirt so that it shot to my hips, exposing my ass, the lewd options between my cheeks, the salivating lips. I was touching them, moving my fingers in and out, moaning around the cock that ravaged my throat. Even as my head was jerked violently back and forth, my body undulated with graceful desire, my hips moving back so that my cheeks spread on their own.
"This cunt wants it bad." A man growled in my ear, and ripped my hand away. He placed it around his warm throbbing cock, and I stroked it with my juices lubricating the motion, covetously squeezing. Strangle me to death.
"Give me a piece!" Came another growl, and my other hand was wrapped around another cock.
"I’ve always wanted to know what royal pussy tastes like." A man’s face moved between my legs, his rough stubble grazing my soft lips coarsely. He wasn’t skilled with his mouth, he ate me like a pig, but it didn’t matter. I grinded on his face, my hums rising in their pitch, and I stroked the men beside me with more passion. His tongue writhed within me, licking my leaking walls, sliding thickly against that spot inside me until I was quivering with pleasure. He sucked hard on my clit, drawing it between his teeth, and I bucked atop him, whining around the cock in my throat, my asscheeks clapping behind me in glee. He ended his vulgar kiss with a smack, and slid up my body, grabbing my breasts, squeezing them until it hurt. I moaned with need, trying to angle my hungry slit onto him. He finally grabbed his manhood and forced it all the way inside me, and my back dove into an arch, my pubis slamming onto him to take all that it could. My mouth broke free from the man before me, and . I screamed, ‘I’ll fucking kill you all!’ but what came out of my mouth was, "Fuck my slutty little pussy!"
There were whoops then, high-fives all around, and I smiled lecherously at the lot of them, licking my lips like I was at a buffet. Then the man in front grabbed my head, and forced his meat back down my throat. I looked up at him with blue eyes full of gratitude, and I employed every skill I had into milking his shaft. Choke me to death.
"I can’t wait. I’m going in dry!" Someone yelled, and my hips were grabbed, a cock sliding through my crack, the throbbing head finding my anal button, and pushing into it. An enormous pressure formed in my nethers, every inch of me filled with hot man. Gore me from the inside.
All I could do was weep with joy, sucking, slurping, gargling on the man’s meat before me until he thrusted forward, holding me against his loins, and he emptied down my throat. I drank it greedily, rotating on his base, my gullet churning with my gluttonous swallows until he pulled out, and I was gasping, smiling open-mouthed at him, growling like a bad girl to my daddy. Gouge out my eyes so that I can’t see you.
"More!" I called, "Give me more!"
"I got what you want!" A man sneered, proffering his bulbous organ.
"And me too!" Another laughed beside him.
I grinned at the pair of them, my mouth parted to yield my moans as my body rocked to the fervent rhythm of the men raping my holes. Oh god, please let me die.
I took both cocks into my mouth at once, letting them take their turns driving into my gullet. I looked upon them rapturously, my cheeks puffed, my lips salivating stupidly around their shafts. All the while, my body bent and jerked violently, my ass jiggling ferociously, their cocks pumping together, driving, thrusting, plunging into my depths, piercing me over, and over and over, and oh, god! I was coming, my eyes rolling back into my head, guttural tones flowing from my occupied mouth. I jerked the men at my sides with a fervency, and the men below me matched their pace, stretching me open, breaking me in, ruining my sanctity for all to see. They began groaning and growling, and I worked their shafts with my lewd muscles, milking them, desperate to have them sate my starving wretched insides. With a scream and an arching back, I came, and sensation exploded within me. They erupted, spurting thick viscous spunk into my tender depths, the heat radiating disgustingly into my bowels and womb. My sanity began to ebb back, but another needle was put into me, this one directly into my taint, and the world was veiled in pink. Give me sweet blackness.
"Give this slut more!" Someone yelled, and pulled my cheeks apart. The men wrenched their cocks out, showing the gaping ruby ruin of my two holes, and everyone cheered. The men I was stroking took their place, and a third man squeezed in, and before I could even shout with glee, they were inside me at once, two stretching my pussy open, the third squishing my taint against them with his cock deep in my shithole. I mewled delightedly, backing into them, taking them deeper. My pussy lips were stretched taut and pulled from my slit with the strain, turned to an oval of thin membranous flesh, but still I pushed my pubis down, relishing the pain, the tension, the fullness of my whore’s cunt. Tear me in half.
The men in my nethers began to thrust, and new men took my hands. The two cocks in my mouth pulsated and throbbed, and I worked them with a frantic sensuality, my hair flailing beneath my bouncing tiara, my eyeliner running down my face, ropes of spit coming off my chin. I was ugly. I never felt so beautiful in all my life. They pulled out and came on my face, marking me with their seed. I licked it up, and grinned wantonly, eyeing the next prize. An older man came up, his shaft rigid in his hand. I made to take him in my mouth, but he grabbed me viciously by the hair, and wrenched my face toward the ceiling. Then, to the amusement of everyone, he spread his hairy cheeks to expose his anus, and sat on my face. I actually giggled. I wrapped my lips around his delicious asshole, and wriggled my tongue into it. With his balls pulsing pleasantly on my nose, I lathered his disgusting insides, tasting every surface my tongue could reach. He smeared his rank sweat across my face, grinding on me as everyone laughed, and I just kept licking, prodding his prostate with the tip of my tongue, going insane from the horrific stretching of my cunt. My head tilted back to put the full weight of him on my mouth, and I felt the strain in my quivering neck. Snap my spine.
The men in my pussy began thrusting in turns, the one in the back moving in tandem with the man in my ass, squishing the membrane of my holes, brutalizing the nerves there. The man in front stretched my slit all the way to my clit, making it so that his cock rubbed against the engorged bead with every thrust. It was too much. I was forced into a static position to eat the man’s ass, so I could only endure the ecstasy, my entire body palsying with it. They came one after the other inside me, adding their filth to the mixture. They ripped their cocks out, and a cheer arose as my yawning cunt and asshole leaked with their seed. Another injection was put into my taint, and every sensation was dialed up. I screamed in delirious joy, and made the man atop my face come with just my tongue. He splattered my hair and back, his shitter winking and clenching around my wriggling member, sucking it deeper inside of him. I milked his spasming organ until he was done, and then he dismounted, and backhanded me across the face. A little harder and you might knock me out.
"You filthy pig-cunt!" He snarled.
"Yes!" I grinned, "Hit me! Humiliate me! Rape me! More! Give this filthy slut more of your cocks!"
"You heard her!" Jay laughed, "We’ve got a hundred boys in here, and she won’t be happy until she’s fucked every, last, one!"
A great cheer rose up, and I joined it, laughing manically. They picked me up by my armpits, and dropped me on top of two cocks, piercing me to the bottom. I screamed in pleasure, and screamed higher with every thrust, reaching out to grasp more. My legs were hooked under one man’s arms, my ass dipping low to take them all the way, my torso pressed between them, their bodies rubbing their stink on me. I panted between them, my body lifted and dropped, helpless, hopeless, violated again and again. The sudden impacts vibrated through my core, their tips punched deep into my tender coils, raping me in virgin places. I sobbed in delight, begging them to make it worse, begging them with my heart and soul to hollow me out until my holes merged! They did their best, thrusting with the fervor of battle, driving deeper and deeper until my tongue was lolling stupidly from my mouth, and I simply gasped like some animal. The man behind me wrapped his fingers around my throat, and I couldn’t even breathe then. I came. I came so hard that I pissed all over the man in front of me, and the men watching roared with laughter. He squished my cheeks together with his hand, and spit in my face as he fucked me, mingling his stinking saliva with the cum that ran in thick rivulets down my complexion. Another injection was given, and my vigor was renewed. Split me in half.
After they came inside me, I was tossed into the crowd. They tore at me, ripping my dress asunder, exposing every inch of my beauty. They desecrated it. They dropped me onto the carpet, and ten men pissed all over me, their hot stinking showers suffusing my flesh with heat. I moaned, dancing in the golden stream, opening my mouth to taste their waste. Drown me.
"You like the taste of my piss?!" A man snarled.
"I’m just your fucking toilet! Piss on me, spit on me, cum on me! I love it all!" I squealed.
They hoisted me off the ground, the piss dripping from my body. They made a bridge of my holes, fucking my pussy, fucking my throat, and one man straddling me to fuck my tits, driving his thick shaft into the succulent wet mammary fat, his thumbs pressing down on my nipples. I screamed around the meat in my throat, writhing in the air, reaching out once more to grasp the throbbing gifts they had for me. The man in my slit pounded so hard that I thought he might break my pelvis, and I loved every second of it, my belly gyrating in the air to drive my pubis forward and take him for all that he was worth. He came inside me, and the next man took his place. Eviscerate me.
One after the other, they raped me like this, holding me parallel to the ground, using my holes as they pleased. After ten men had dumped their loads inside me, a new group snatched me, and pressed me against the wall. With my face grinding against the stones, and my breath fogging the window across from me, they forced me to bend over, and they began taking turns in my ass. Oh, they were brutal with me, holding me against the wall in such a way that my chest was in line with my legs, but my abdomen and hips were perpendicular. In the position, they drove deep into my rectum, opening it, punching through the inner sphincters, violating me deep. I blubbered in delight, clawing at the wall, begging them for more, more, more! They began fucking my ass two at a time, then three when it became too loose, and I was sobbing against the wall, my tears streaking down my face, my most heinous depths churning with a pleasure that was never meant to be felt, but oh, it was horrible, and oh, it was so great! Their rods grinded against my tender innards, every surface stretched to expose every nerve to them, and I felt things no woman should! I came from my ass, my pussy spurting its delight between my quivering thighs, and there was Jay to inject me once more. I screamed and prolapsed, shitting copious volumes of cum from my crowning rose, and as I sobbed in ecstasy, they cheered me. Rip my guts out.
They took a wine glass from the cabinet, and I dutifully spread my cheeks and pushed out every ounce of cum that I could, moaning as my winking outturned rectum pulsed. I drank the contents with relish, savoring all the little flavors that soaked my palate, raising my pinky as though I were downing a fine cocktail. I collected the spillage from my chin, and sucked my finger, eyeing all the men I had yet to please. They put me on the table, and began railing between my legs, holding my arms above my head. One man was in my pussy, then two, then three. Their hot shafts writhed together, kneading the saturated sheath they stretched to ruinous levels. In and out, in and out, in and out; my body lurched, their hands pinning it down, squeezing into the succulent parts of me. I tilted my head back to taste a cock, and the flavor of my ass filled my mouth. Some men were taking more turns than they were supposed to, those naughty, naughty boys. I sucked them covetously, their balls resting on my nose, their musky scent filling my nostrils.
I tasted my ass and pussy on their cocks, and I relished each, my muzzle now glazed with their nectar, my face crusted with it. I’d lost my mind hours ago. I didn’t know who I was. I didn’t know where I was. There was just flesh everywhere, and I devoured it with every hole I could. Then I felt the night air on my skin. When had I been taken outside? I was in a topless palanquin, being paraded around the noble district as I was fucked senseless. Faces that I recognized but did not know stared with covered mouths as my loose holes were filled with cocks, fingers and fists.
"My queen?!" Someone gasped. Who was that woman? She seemed positively shocked. I grinned lecherously at her, inviting her to join with a beckoning finger. She turned around, and walked away.
"All hail, Queen Tiadoa, last of her name, and last of her line!" The man in front called. Some people on the side of the road cheered. Others cried out in anger. I didn’t care. I was being fucked in the ass and cunt, writhing between four men, making a seat of their laps. They displayed me between them, an idol of defilement, my body glazed, my hair matted, my flesh pocked with red marks, bruises, and cuts. I was weeping. Why was I crying? Somewhere within me was a horror so great that it was unfathomable. Like the realization of a nightmare, this horror was familiar to me, an unspeakable thing that lurked in the darkest depths of my subconscious. Why was I screaming? I pushed the horror down deep, and grinded on the men filling me, thinking only on the pleasures being bored into my nethers.
I was paraded down the main promenade, out of the noble district, through the finance district, and into the market district. Thousands of people lined the streets even at this hour, and they roared at me, throwing food and worse. I bathed in their attention and shame, garnering more pleasure from their vitriol than I could ever from their adoration. All the while, I grinded on the cocks inside me, moving with automatic avarice, moaning and screaming without mind to my audience. They took me all the way to the lower tiers of the city, where the downtrodden and destitute emerged from their shacks to bear witness to me. These people didn’t laugh, yell, or jeer, but simply stared slack-jawed at what they were seeing. I waved to them with a grand smile, and the parade moved back up the promenade. Somewhere before I was taken into the castle, I lost my mind completely.
End of Part Thirteen.
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