Thread: The misadventures of an Indentured Knight (Darkest x QB)

Theophelus might not have gone through academia, but he was no idiot. Why would a Knight who pledged Loyalty to a noble house desire to march into London, opposite of where the war is being fought? asked the mercenary. While he seemed to be in no hurry to hear her reasons, others like the Bard just wanted to strip her down and have his way with her. The armored man simply watched on, with little interest in the events that followed. That Seal...that seals belongs to the House of Damon. spoke the Bard, his eyes ever observant to her features, Of what interest do you have to desert your Lord's Host to go opposite of where the war is being fought? Or are you a deserter? asked the Bard. The rogue sharpened his knife and scoffed. Hah. Women are no better as Preggers and Housewives. They shouldn't be in the battlefield. Leave the fighting to the men and leave the childrearing to the bitch. he was greeted by a rousing laughter from Theophelus, insulting the female Knight as he walked up, using the knife edge to force her chin up slightly. Malice twinkled in his eyes, to say the least about the lust that eager eyed her lithe curves. Prisoners are Prisoners...And I don't think we have to treat her as a Knight because she was fleeing from the eve of battle. That makes her...war booty. that last word was the words that was most enticing to the ear. Many people spoke about the dangers of a Female knight in the battlefield, for surely they may not be given the same protection as their peers often times, women are treated as spoils of war, used as 'livestock' for soldiers in brothels or a part of a mighty warrior's harem. Just that word implied what they desired to do to her. Of course, their figurative leader just weighed the options. I don't believe that House Damon will ransom a cowardly Knight...so it seems there's only one other option. You're our property now. he said, smiling. Had it not been inappropriate, Balomere would have definitely celebrated. Restrain her legs. Keiss, hand me the sledge hammer. he commanded. The Rogue handed, though with difficulty, to him a sledge hammer. Taking a straight branch, he drove it into the ground, a small stick that stood a bit up to 34s of her height. Then, he tied some ropes around her ankles, holding two wooden spikes on the floor. Her hands were freed, but almost immediately restrained with manacles, pushing her forward towards the nailed down branch. For sure, her torture would begin now. We're going to need the truth from you. But while we wait for that, we'll test just how flexible you are. he said, whistling to the Rogue. He slowly led her towards the stake, pushing her on the floor with her back facing the wooden stick driven to the ground. There, he unbuckled her armored chestplate, throwing it aside as he firm, rounded breasts hidden only by the leotard was shown, her nipples slightly erect form the embarassment. The ropes then went above and below her breasts, securing her tightly. Once she was restrained down, albeit with a little difficulty, the rogue grasped the other end while the ranger took the other end. Stretching it out, she was forced to endure a cruel horizontal splits on the ground, her legs stretched even while her leg muscles quivered. Throwing to him a wooden stake, they bound the ends of the ropes that bound her ankles to the stakes, driving it down as she was firmly forced to spread her legs while she sat on her buttocks on the floor. Bound tightly, there was little leverage in her favor. Just how painful was this predicament for her and her lower regions? Theophelus gave her a moment to take in her torment, producing what looked like a wooden dowel with nails on both ends, a thick rope coming out from both sides. So tell us, what were your motives true motives as to go to London? he asked, smiling as he knelt down, a finger slowly stroking her features. Due to the stressful nature of the position, her curves pressed harder against her leotard, the shape of her clitoris showing as it pressed against the tight cloth, legs drawn harshly. The others watched with lecherous eyes, already imagining just how they would enjoy their own time with their new 'property'.