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Thread: To Kill a Nightingale (DeRe & Malicious Lullaby)

In the heart of downtown lay the Citadel, a sprawling granite behemoth that was like the Palace's ugly cousin. For many years it had served as the regime's prison, and stood in the heart of the city like a squat ugly ogre, casting a looming ominous shadow over the entire population. It was an icon of tyranny, an ugly stepsister to the palace. But the tide of revolution had now swept over the bar, and the Citadel had been reborn as its center. The governor's palace was now Devlin's headquarters, and the bright scarlet flag of his case flew from the parapet overhead. The city itself was now silent. A thick black pall still hung overhead like a mourner's shroud, choking the air. But the violence that had begun at dawn was now stilled. The wave of rebellion had crashed onto the rocks, breaking the ship of state. Now the debris ebbed around everyone's feet, and a curious peace settled like a storm had passed. The group from the palace wandered through the shattered streets, passing scenes of carnage without a second glance. Indeed most of Devlin's men where proud of the work, and smiled at the shattered townhouses and scattered bodies of the aristocracy. Their grim remains dotted the ruins like a grisly tableaux. Eventually the ragged group found themselves at the foot of the Citadel's massive entrance. Delilah had been dragged through the broken remnants of her fathers realm by a hemp noose, lead like a slave or dog through the silent chaos. An irregular series of bloodied footprints lead back to the ruins of the palace, and more of the gore from the man she had emasculated was still splattered across her. She looked vastly different from when she had passed through these streets as a princess. None of the cowed and weary citizens picking through the rubble even recognized her and apparently the sight of a naked young girl being abused by some revolutionary thugs either no longer shocked them, or they willfully turned their eyes away to focus on their own troubles. With his wicked grin blazing once more, Devlin turned towards Delilah. Welcome to your new home, girl! It's not quite as accommodating as the Palace of course but then my friends and I certainly spent enough time here under your father's governance, and I'm sure you'll learn to love it as we did! He laughed bitterly, echoed by several of his dull-eyed henchmen. Looking towards them, Devlin ordered Take her to one of the dungeons somewhere near where all the screaming happens. She can rest a while there until I come back for some further attentions. Wordlessly, his men seized Delilah's slender bound arms and proceeded to drag her up the stairs into the dark tomb of the Citadel, while Devlin followed behind them.
Thread: To Kill a Nightingale (DeRe & Malicious Lullaby)

Devlin sneered in annoyance at the princesses' little performance. Was there no end to this girl's annoyance? The wretched thing was becoming far more trouble than she could possibly be worth. Perhaps it would be easily simply to slip a hemp noose around that slender neck and dangle her from the castle walls, along with many others of her class who now ornamented the battlements like strange fruit. But then, that would deny him the satisfaction of breaking her. The harder she fought back, the more he wanted to see her grovel. That was almost all Devlin could think of it and it was consuming him. Perhaps a new tactic was in order, he pondered thoughtfully, as he watched her through the grill of the prison door. Idly he chewed on his chafed bottom lip, then turned to one of his men guarding the passage. Go down to the sewer level, bring up a gaggle of the madwomen from down there. Quickly now, and carefully. Take a few of you and don't hesitate to kill any of them who get dangerous. Then introduce them to our princess here. I'm sure she'll be grateful for their company. The sewer level of the dungeons was a sightless, fetid hell where prisoners had been consigned to oblivion. Nobody ever returned from there, and the unfortunates trapped in the stinky gloom invariably lost there minds. The place was like a waking nightmare, where the feral crazed inmates shrieked and raved in the blackness, feeding on filth and each other. It was a frightening enough place even for a heavily-armed, bold man. Devlin's guards winced at the idea but followed suit nonetheless. It took them some time to corral the insane women from down there. One of their number disappeared into the black during the mission, never to be seen again. Those who did return would never forget the endless hour they spend down there. But they managed to noose and chain five of them - naked, white-eyed drooling creatures barely recognizable as human. Their nails were a long and savage as knives, and their teeth had been sharped to fangs on bones and stone. More than anything they resembled ghouls their flesh was so pallid the veins could be seen beneath and their hair strung down in matted clumps. Devlin threw open the cell door, grinning wickedly at the bound and gagged girl. You have company, princess! he jeered as the naked, frothing madwomen were kicked and shoved into her cell. We'll leave you to become acquainted for a few hours, or so. Perhaps when I return you will be a little more obliging to your hosts! He slammed the door shut with a loud metallic rang, its cold sound as loud and hollow as the savage laughter of the guards.
Thread: To Kill a Nightingale (DeRe & Malicious Lullaby)

Her victory was premature. As much as she enjoyed sitting there feeling the satisfaction of reminding them that she would never break, that satisfaction quickly filled with dread. The smugness and confidence she felt in potentially surviving vanished. Her smile was gone and fear filled her eyes. The creatures they brought in terrified her and she plastered herself back against the wall as tightly as she could as five bodies were shoved in. While they were noosed and chained, the moment they were pushed into the cell and saw her, they began to descend upon her. Being chained herself, Delilah had no way to defend herself. And being bound did not stop these creatures. Looking at them, she could tell that they were once human resembling. Their bodies and faces had traces of human left but their mannerisms had no trace of humanity left. They were savaged, wild, and crazed monsters and they descended upon her like she was the freshest meat they had a chance to feast upon. Their teeth were bared sharp, dirty and crusted in blood, they snarled and breathed like they were of the undead. They could smell how fresh she was and they wanted to gobble her right up until there was nothing left of her. Fear surged in but adrenaline was nowhere to be found. Delilah could do nothing, save for one thing. If she did this, there would be no turning back. If she gave in, her life was literally in the hands of these barbarian men who took everything away that she loved. But it would be better than to be eaten alive. Delilah screamed, a blood-curdling sound that wracked her entire being. One creature latched onto her but thankful that her legs were free, she started to kick. She kicked one back, sending it into the bars harshly. She kicked another with the heel of her foot right in their neck and heard the faint sound of bone breaking. She kept kicking and screaming, quite literally because her life hung in the balance. She would rather be executed. She would rather die naturally in a cell by herself. She was not going to die because she was a meal to what used to be women, now crazed with insanity and hunger like a wild beast. I concede! I concede! She screamed. Anything! Absolutely anything! Please! She cried out, screaming louder when she felt sharp teeth piece her calf, tears now streaming freely down her cheeks. I will obey! She truly meant it, almost more than any other time in her entire life.
Thread: To Kill a Nightingale (DeRe & Malicious Lullaby)

Devlin grinned a death's head grimace at the ghoulish spectacle unfolding in the cell. There was no torment he considered too much for this wretched girl. Already sickened by her arrogance and pomposity, he had been truly infuriated by the unmanning of one of his best lieutenants. For a few feverish moments he considered just leaving her to her fate. It would not be a pretty one the horde of madwomen would tear the flesh from her bones, literally eating her alive from the legs up. He wondered how long she would last, and if she too would go insane before they finally killed her. But he had other plans, and swallowed down his bile. By the gods, what a pair of lungs on that bitch! sneered one of his men as Delilah screamed for mercy. Now I see what they called 'er the Nightingale, 'cause she sure sings like one! Devlin turned to the assembled guards. Alright lads, I think the cunt has learned her lesson. Finish off those creatures, and bring her back out. A trio of his thugs drew their swords and cautiously re-entered the cell. Wasting no time, they quickly hacked the madwomen to death while the fiends were distracted with Delilah. Then they took the sobbing, wailing girl down, half-dragging her as her once flawless ivory-skinned legs were now a mess of bites and cuts. With a few sharp slaps across her face Devlin calmed her down. A bit different to your usual social encounters, eh princess? He chuckled with a cold rattle as he nodded to his men. Take her out to the stocks, it's time for her highness to meet her adoring public. Out the front of the Citadel there was a scaffold, which had long been the scene of numerous grisly executions and mutilations intended to terrify the public. It was currently adorned with the remains of numerous members of the old regime, all despised for their greed and sadism. Along the front of the scaffold were several sets of stocks, where unfortunates had been trapped for days on end, often for no crime worse than failing to doff their hat before their betters. Delilah was dragged back out through the grim vaults again, a thin trail of blood left smeared behind her like a snail's slime. She was locked in place in one of the iron stocks, bent over at a painful angle, her neck and wrists trapped tight in the cold steel. Around the scaffold several former prisoners of the Citadel were milling about, regaining their senses after being trapped in the bowels of hell for so long. Other curious citizens were also present, helping themselves to various items that had been looted from the building. All of them looked on with interest as Devlin and his men trapped Delilah in the vicious clamps. Good people! bellowed Devlin in his masterful voice. It has been decreed by the Revolutionary Council that all property once held by the old regime is now collective property. See here, the whore daughter of the tyrant king! He grabbed Delilah's hair, matted with sweat and filth, and yanked it back hard so she faced the crowd. As a consequence, her body is now the property of the people! All former prisoners of her father as permitted to do as they will with her!
Thread: To Kill a Nightingale (DeRe & Malicious Lullaby)

Devlin watched Deliiah's ordeal for hours, sitting impassively in on a nearby bench as the girl was repeatedly brutalized. She was like a songbird, whose cries and wails touched a very particular part of his coal-black heart. The whole vicious spectacle was a real piece of a theatre and certainly achieved the desired effect. Just as the revolution had been won in people's minds by the destruction of the Palace, so too had it been won with the destruction of Delilah's mind and spirit. All that remained now was her body, and that was practically being torn to pieces by the mob. Every one of the former prisoners had taken their full revenge upon this symbol of everything that had made them suffer. Eventually they exhausted themselves and Delilah was finally left alone, hanging like a ragged scarecrow in the cold cobblestone space. A full day had passed, and now a peach and orange belt spread across the jagged horizon as the sun began to set. Some kind of peculiar silence hung over everything, like the peace that follows a storm. Rising from his rest, Devlin paced slowly and silently over to the limp Delilah. He surveyed her battered body, with her ivory skin now smeared black, blue and red from the brutality of her ordeal. Faintly he could hear mumbled words escaping her cut and chafed lips. Seizing a fistful of her matted hair he pulled her head back, regarding the battered mess it had come. Her bright sparkling eyes were now dulled, and although they looked straight at him they could clearly see nothing. He nodded at two of his men, who had been seated in the frame of the gallows. Silently, they unshackled Delilah's limp body from the stocks, her battered frame pale in the dying light. With an usual sense of gentleness they lay her on a long canvas sack which would serve as an impromptu stretcher. Then, lifting her from the ground, the solemn pair followed Devlin as he walked back into the Citadel. This time they did not descend the steps, but instead headed towards the living quarters which had now been co-opted by the revolution's leaders. Devlin himself had taken the commander's suite, which was sparse but comfortable, taking up most of one of the Citadel's corner towers. It had a bathroom with plumping, an extremely rare luxury. A heavy brass bath occupied nearly a quarter of it, along with the battered stove that kept it warm. Carefully, as if handling a broken toy, Devlin's men lowered Delilah into the deep brass bowl. It was a carefully balanced temperature, which was maintained by a silent gray woman who sat beside the stove. She had been there when Devlin arrived, and never seemed to leave almost as if she was a natural part of the Citadel's own stone. The men left, with Devlin cautiously regarding the old lady. One of the prisoners here told me you were a healer, he said, carefully weighing the words. See if you can revive this one. He looked over Delilah slowly, as if he was just seeing her for the first time. I need her hale and hearty if she's going to be my wife. Then he left, locking the door behind him.
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Thread: No Place to Hide (potatolord&smoke))

The first thing to hit her was the heat, despite it being 3 in the morning ,it was like someone opened the oven door, she immediately regretted her British inclination to take a coat everywhere . The second thing she noticed was the smell, the air was unbelievably dry but with a faintly sulphurous odour. It made her wrinkle her nose. She managed the stairs off the budget airline jet, wobbling slightly after 5 hours in a cramped cold cabin.Steadying herself on the hand rail she made it to the Tarmac. She looked around for a board with her name ' Petreus ' ,no joy. She frowned, she had nowhere to go they had promised they would pick her up. Eunsol was here to do some charity based teaching for a few months, teachers without borders kind of thing. It would also count toward her post grad.Making her way towards the baggage pick up she finally saw what she thought she was looking for except it said...Eunsol her first name? She hadn't given anyone here her first name she had just been Miss Petreus there was no need for them to know. It also wasn't a name you would guess. Still she was tired and just wanted to get to her hotel.
Thread: No Place to Hide (potatolord&smoke))

It was an exciting day for a lot of people as they were ready for their new slave. It was a small nation in Africa, broken and war-torn due to an ongoing civil war. The moment Eunsol looked at the guy holding the cardboard with her name, he instructed two armed guys and pointed at her. Two black guys, dressed in army clothes and holding a Kalashnikov each started approaching Eunsol. They spoke to her You're Eunsol from the education organization right? Come with us. This was different than what she was told, she was suppose to meet a guy called Andy who was suppose to be the one ensuring her safety and helping her with all the process. Eunsol was brought into a room, where there was a table. It was a very hot and humid country. They took her bags and placed it on the table, instructing her to open it. Once it was opened, they went through her things, messing up everything. Then, one of them pointed his gun at Eunsol and said Clothes off. Need to ensure safety of general. They were asking her to strip down. One of them took her handbag, turning it upside down so that everything would fall down. Eunsol could see him taking her passport and walking out of the room.
Thread: No Place to Hide (potatolord&smoke))

Eunsol She could feel her heart beating against her chest , sweat already starting to form down her back. Never having been near a gun in her life she found she kept staring at them and then her eyes would travel up to meet the knowing gaze of the man holding it. She shuddered , Where is Andy her questions were ignored , she repeated the question in french which she knew was the first language out here. Still no response. As she was escorted into the small room, there was obviously no air con and her shirt had begun to cling to her body , and the humidity causung her carefully straightened hair to form back into its natural ringlets. I'm sorry , you want me to what?... strip, no I don't think so she shook her head fervently. What...wait ..where are you taking..my passport. She made a move to go after him and was quickly brought face to muzzle with the mans gun. could you at least find turn away or find me one of those paper suits to put on. Eunsol felt his gaze quickly turn to a sneer.
Thread: No Place to Hide (potatolord&smoke))

One of the guys dropped his gun and swing it across his back. He grabbed Eunsol's waists and pulled her near, grinding his crotch against hers and then started kissing her neck. She could smell his cigarette flavored breath due to his proximity. The other guy used a finger and pushed against her ass crack, pushing her pants fabric as deep into her ass crack as possible. Then, suddenly the door slammed and another military person who appeared to be of a higher rank came in and started shouting. The two guys immediately let go of her and took a few steps back. This guy looked a lot more fierce, compared to the other two goons. He started shouting I told you, she should be naked when I come in, why is she still like this? He then slapped one of the two goons hard across his face. He stood very near to Eunsol and grabbed one of her breasts hard, his fingers digging into her fleshy mounds. Take them off now.
Thread: No Place to Hide (potatolord&smoke))

As the first man grabbed her she pulled away or tried to , turning away from the feel of his breath an mouth pressed to her skin , pulling ack again she was met with an intrusion from behind, which caused her to let out a squeal of surprise. By now utterly terrified she felt an utter wave of relief as the door flew operand the mens superior officer came storming into the room. The relief as the first mans hands left her waist she almost ran straight into the arms of her perceived saviour. Except...what was he saying? As the truth of her predicament became more apparent she began to feel sick , she winced under the steel grip of the huge soldier. Trembling ,her mouth going dry her tongue snaked across her bottom lip in an attempt to unstick her lips. She blinked hard she wouldn't let them see her cry. So turning her back and standing in the corner furthest from the men she began to fumble with the buttons of her shirt. Eventually pulling it off over her head. then she shimmied out of her slack . She paused as she stood still in her underwear . She heard a loud bang as the soldiers meaty hand slammed down on the desk NOW! She jumped ,but unclipped her bra and then slid her panties to the floor stepping out of them. Turning around they saw he r lithe figure in all its glory, the gentle swell of her breasts ,nipples hardened with fear , pressing her knees together as a reflex action although it hardly hid the well trimmed curve of her sex disappearing between her long slender thighs. Crossing an arm across her ample firm breasts and dropping her other hand in front of her in an attempt to hide her pussy from the ogling soldiers.
Thread: No Place to Hide (potatolord&smoke))

The army officer saw how Eunsol was trying to act tough and he wanted to break her down more. He whispered some instructions to one of his goons and his face lit up. The goon went behind Eunsol and said You like to cover yourself so much? I help you. Her panties were still on her ankle level and he pulled it up until she wore her panties properly. Then, he grabbed the fabric near her ass and pulled upwards, the fabric tugging deep into her ass crack, giving her a wedgie. Then the army officer marched near her and shouted next to her ears I said strip everything off, panties too. But the goon behind refused to let go of her panties, they were clearly toying with her. The army officer got angry and used one hand to pinch her nipple, twisting it while his other hand proceeded to slap her thighs. Take it off now, now, now.
Thread: No Place to Hide (potatolord&smoke))

Her confusion just increased as they began to play their games. Her eyes narrowed, before she let out a small cry as she felt her panties cut into her sensitive folds between her legs. Clenching her jaw in utter defiance , he knew she was unable to do anything while the other man held onto them so tightly. she attempted to flinch away from his touch. Not that she had far to go but she would certainly try, it was more instinctive , as she attempted to turn away from him. it was a whimper that escaped her lips as he tortured her nipples , her poor young body not accustomed to such harsh treatment. The skin on her thigh had already begun to redden where his hands left their mark. In desperation she reached to try and get the man behind her to let go by try to untangle his fingers from her panties. please...please ..don't.. I can't
Thread: No Place to Hide (potatolord&smoke))

There was the sound of a jeep outside. He let go of her panties and the army officer said Stop, wear your bra now. They waited for Eunsol to pick her bra up to wear, but just before she hooks them, the goon stopped her and said I'll do it. He pulled her panties into a wedgie again and then connected it to her bra before hooking them together. Wedgie eg 1 Wedgie eg 2 Then, Eunsol was lead into the jeep, clad in only her bra and her panties connected to her bra. Inside the jeep, an eye mask was put on her to cover her eyes and the journey took about an hour and a half. The eye covers were removed and she was in the middle of nowhere, in some sort of a rural village. They opened the jeep door and asked her to get out of it. Then, she was marched towards the village. A lot of villagers were around, all of them staring at her. There were a lot of kids running around trying to approach her but they looked like they were afraid of the armed men. One of them looked like the village chief and he circled around Eunsol like a vulture. He then passed a bag of jewelry to one of the armed men. They shoved Eunsol towards the villagers before they got back into their jeep and drove off. They didn't spoke a word to Eunsol but it was obvious that she was just literally being traded around like a cow.