Thread: Bride of Krypteia {Prince of Smut x LingeringDesire}

Autumn, the worst season. Its what Zosime had come to call it. The helots with whom she looked after with her family were hunted, like animals. Or much worst, criminals. She understood that aspiring soldiers needed their practice but at the expense of good and hard working people... she thought not. However, to speak her mind against the senate and their asinine laws would be counterproductive and a sad waste of time. So instead she put her training to good use and protected her charges. The children moved into the main kleros, leaving only those old enough and willing to fight for their life in the smaller one nearest the fields. She armed herself and ensured her snare was set. each room contained a few helots so as not to become sitting ducks. A messenger carried word between the houses, slipping in to tell of the news from the city. It was a long wait and candles burned low while the inhabitants paced back and forth in front of the windows, sealed off with waxy parchment for the upcoming winter months. Zosime was of the marrying age, however she remained unwed and unmatched due to her lack of social interactions and for the fact she preferred the quiet of the countryside. Having lived in the agoge, it was beyond her now and she lived at home until paired, consummated and finally in a home of her own. Though she had her sights set on a particular soldier she had met and known for a long time, the man seemed disinterested in her, even with marrying season coming upon them soon. Word came of movement along the road, they were here. She tossed thoughts of marriage and her future to the side for the moment and focused her energy on defeating whomever thought it necessary to come all this way for murder. Green eyes focused on the nearest door, the one off to the right of the front room. Her heart thundered in her chest, even as her hand tightened upon the hilt of her sword. Black lock of hair fell over her face and down her back, though she didnt care. The brown swath of fabric surrounding her body was meant to make her look like them, though she would fight like a spartan. The splintering of wood and crunch of steps over that reverberated through the tiny keep. The room she was in was dark on purpose, as a means of surprise. Clenching her teeth, she watched as the male gazed around, keeping his bearings. The curl of his lips in the light made her smirk, she was slightly disappointed that there was only one after all of this hard work. Hearing a grunt she knew he must have found a few of the helots in another room. Zosime wasted no time in making her presence known, engaging in combat with the male, sword to knife as she approached from behind, giving her companions a moment to escape into the night, they were the bait and she the real treat. Leave them be. She snarled and charged at the male. Back and forth they went, the male cajoling her and peppering the air with insults, while she remained quiet and allowed her sword and actions to do all the talking. He was strong but she kept up with him, disarming him of his knife in a few swings of her blade. Though being fair she sheathed her blade and engaged in hand to hand combat of which she was quickly pinned after landing a few blows. The male called her a filthy helot and pressed his stronger, larger body to hers. he pinned a wrist above her head as her other hand clawed at his bare chest and her legs kicked but were unable to connect. She had never feared before this moment as she felt him shoving at her clothing and rubbing his penis against her in some insane attempt at domination. It wasnt until she felt his fingers at the apex of her thighs that she understood and screamed. Crying out for help as her free hand sought out something to fight him off. Her sword hung sheathed at her side but the way he had her pinned didnt allow her to get it free. throwing a punch and trying to gouge his eyes out, didnt seem to deter him of his mission. What felt like ages passed and her fingers found something , wrapping around the handle of his knife she wasted no time in plunging the blade into heart as he brushed the head of his cock along her core. He cried out in surprise and as she twisted the blade he screamed and went limp. His weight was too much and she gasped for air as she shoved at him and rolled him off as the feet of another soldier came into view. She snarled and swung at him in an attempt to injure the next assaulter. She missed, narrowly and was shocked to recognize this next man. Disgraceful and indecent to rape helots in the name of a training, is this what Sparta has come to? She asked rhetorically, eyes narrowing as she unsheathed her sword, a smirk upon her lips as she fully intended to finish this man off as well.