Thread: The Seige

Europe. 1300s The sounds of battle rang through the air assaulting the senses while the smell of death permeated it so as one felt they were breathing death itself into their lungs. The screams of the wounded pierced through all as they lay there hopelessly in pain knowing they would probably die. When men got wounded in these battles with the modern horrific weapons there was rarely anything anyone could do for them. Even if the bleeding could be stopped the wounds got disease in them and the men died anyway. Death however was a way of life in these times. Kings battled kings, and various feudal lords and dukes had their own petty squabbles that usually pitted small armies against eachother. Some countries had kings with cast iron grips on all regions, yet others only loosely held together a country and many small regional wars broke out. Death was a way of life in these times and if a man wanted to make good for himself, he might consider making his services available to the highest bidder Richard was a mercenary. He had no real passion, or cause. He fought because he used to be a soldier in another country and thats what he knew. When there was a battle to be fought, he often sold his services. Sometimes it was gold, sometimes land, and other times it was merely looting rights if times were hard. He killed men, and even women and was paid to do it. He had developed a bit of a reputation as a savage yet cunning warrior and had collected his own small band of mercenaries who worked with him. He loved the smell and feel of battle. The screams, the excitement. He had no idea what he would do when wars ended. That of course was why he was careful to put his wealth away where it would be safe. The current battle, was like so many others, some nameless lord or baron, was angry at some other blue blood who had a walled in city and once again men battled other men as steel clashed and steel sunk into flesh as terrified men screamed their last desperate shrieks of horror. No matter how brave a man was, once wounded and one the ground about to receive the killing blow they all screamed for mercy. None received it of course, because thats the way it was. Richard had no illusions about how he would react in the same situation. The idea of having a long steel blade shoved through him was not appealing. Thus he planned never to be the wounded guy on the ground. He always struck first, fought dirty and made sure never to give an opponent a chance to feel him out. Go for the kill, and live. As the catapults threw their deadly cargo, shattering the high walls the archers inside worked tirelessly to rain death on the men trying to storm the city gates. Richard was not impressed with this as he was one of them and wanted to know why their own archers were not keeping these archers on the wall down. He figured it would be a matter of time before he, his guys and the assembled army overwhelmed the defenders and stormed in. His remuneration was a bag of gold and all he could loot. Among his men, the split was 5050. HE got 50 and the other 50 went to his men. He could almost smell the desperation of the defenders. They had the better position yet were not proficient soldiers and were poorly led. Thus moral was weakening. Furthermore, the defenders all had families inside and they knew that if the gates fell they would be shown no quarter. The soldiers would be slaughtered, and then a savage orgy of bloodshed and rape would be unleashed on the citizens inside, be they men, women or children. Nobody was spared. It would be a slaughter of the innocents, and the women would be subjected to the brutal lust of the invading soldiers and then killed or enslaved. Nobody, regardless of gender or age was safe. Keeping himself near an oxcart that had been overturned, he was protected from the archers, yet close enough to the gate whenever it would be breached. He was like a dog on a leash who could smell blood. He would kill men, hear their terrified screams as he sunk steel into their bodies, and he would find a woman and rape her, if not several women. And he would get plenty of loot. Life didnt get better than this. If only they could breach the damned gate. Richard finally saw what the problem was. Their catapults had a longer range and could suppress theirs which prevented them from effectively bombarding the top walls. This was why the archers were able to pin his men down so effectively. Needing an alternative, he led his men over to the side where a large fire was obscuring the wall with smoke. It would be a gamble, but if they could get ropes up there, him and his men could take out the catapults at close range and then with luck get to the gate and open it. If they were pinned in however, they would be slaughtered. Scaling the wall turned out to be quite easy, and his men actually moved undetected almost until they were on their final approach to the catapults. He had sent half his men to deal with the gate while he led the other half to the catapults. The men operating the catapults were not trained for close combat and thus despite outnumbering Richards men, put up a rather ineffectual defense as he and his men cleaved through them with ease. This allowed their own catapults to get in close and start pounding the archers so their army could get close and storm the gate. He could see his men, trying to open the gate while simultaneously defending themselves. He and his men were suddenly rushed by numerous soldiers who were determined to cut him and his men down. Given the numerical odds, his team would not last unless those gates opened and let in the large army. Fighting furiously in groups, his mercenaries slay many of the soldiers as they charged in, however numbers being what they were, his side was starting to lose by attrition as many of his men shrieked in agony as steel pierced their flesh and cut through their bodies. He could see the same problem happening at the gate.come on guys..open it or were dead.as he parried a slash by another soldier and then buried his own blade to the hilt through the man as he shrieked like a girl and fell thrashing holding his mortally wounded stomach. Richard was too busy to finish him off now. The numbers were coming in faster and he and his men were being overwhelmed as the soldiers plowed into them in large numbers and his men started to fall to their blades. He was getting ready to make his final stand when the soldiers coming in stopped and turned in panicthe gate had opened and the army he sided with came pouring in. This was the beginning of the end for the defenders. They were still able to inflict some casualties, but in general they were outclassed, and fell in record numbers. Before he knew it the clash of steel had stopped and all one could hear were the cries of the wounded and dying. This was also accompanied by the sound of men begging no..no followed by the sound of a sword being driven into flesh and a gurgled scream as the wounded defenders were finished off. Then the looting and pillaging began. There were no soldiers, but there were still citizens including men. The soldiers and Richards men moved through the city, butchering any human they came across. It was to be a slaughter as terrified citizens, seniors, maidservants, and even the young were slain. Many of the citizens were hiding and when discovered they were butchered. Naturally of course, the pretty women were not killedat least not right away. The men had other uses. He started to see women being dragged into the streets by groups of soldiers, to have their cloths torn off and then be raped by the savage victors. Their pitiful cries for mercy were ignored as men stuffed their hardened flesh into their soft intimate womanly tissue. The older ones, and women who had given birth, had it bad enough, but the young virgins screamed hideously when hardened cocks were driven through their hymens and deep into their tight vaginas with deliberate brutality by the soldiers who then hammered their tight pussies with savage cruelty. The screams were music to his ears. He also couldnt help but notice that many of the soldiers missed the best loot as they were inexperienced at this. He and his men collected vast wealth from the vanquished blue bloods palace and had themselves set up quite well. He entrusted his number two man to have a few of the men guard their loot as he went searching for food and entered a tavern. Coming around a corner into a corridor, he saw a woman who was disheveled and semi naked but was also in his way. She screamed in terror when he drew his blade and held up her breasts in an offer of flesh so as to be spared. He wasnt interested, and she shrieked in agony for a few seconds as he made quick work of her with his knife. Stepping over the dying woman as she coughed blood out of her mouth in a grotesque gurgling sound while she twitched in her last desperate death spasms he found there was plenty of wine and bread, and what looked like some dried meats. Leaving some men to guard it he proceeded up the stairs. Searching from room to room, he found only two people thus far. Some grotesque little man who was in a room with a whore, and not a particularly good looking one, who joined the man on her knees begging to be spared. Two swings of his sword and down they went. Each received a finishing thrust so they would stop moaning in pain. Coming to the last room he found it bolted. He had never been stopped by such a thing before. Driving his weight into it the door gave way as he entered the room. Quickly searching he saw a person hiding behind the bed. Moving over rapidly, he threw the bed aside and grabbed her hair yanking her head back as he drew his blade to cut her throat as she shrieked in terror. Stopping, just as the blade nicked her skin, he had a good look at her as she stared in wide eyed horror. She was no whore. She was clean looking, young, pretty and soft. Putting the blade back he grabbed her by her bodice and yanked her to her feet. Her life would be spared, but she would be his prize for the role he played in the battle. It was hard to tell whether she was lucky or unlucky. Holding her close he pulled her in. Well my little angel..what is your name as he looked at her with cruel lustful eyes. Sobbing she responded Mariana. Looking at her soft blue eyes and her wistful blond hair he knew he had a great catch. Knowing the area was secure Richard wasted no time getting to know Mariana a little better. Yanking her to her feet so she was facing him he spoke Well Mariana, arent you a pretty little one? Trembling she tried to compose herself, and speak in her own defence. P..please....my father is Lord Ainsbury and he would give a fortune to you if you brought me to him unharmed....pleaee......hes very rich......he will reward you. Upon hearing the name, Richard immediately smiled inside. He had unfinished business with Lord Ainsbury from several years ago. Richard had plenty of money, so her offer was of no value to him, but the idea of hurting Ainsbury was just too delicious. He had planned on raping this blond little lady, but knowing she was a blue blood related to a man who had a blood vendetta against made it like striking gold. The poor girl had no idea how she had just doomed herself. Ainsbury was too well protected, so Richard would simply have to get his revenge on his daughter. He had initially planned on merely raping her and leaving her, but now he had better plans. He would still rape the little princess, but he would keep her as his personal slave, hurting her to get even with Ainsbury. Smiling he looked into her eyes. I have unfinished business with your father. Unfortunately for you........youre going to pick up the tab! With that he grabbed the front of her bodice and ripped it open wide as she screamed in shock and terror. Tearing the undergarments he revealed a set of very finely toned soft young breasts. She tried desperately to cover them but Richard pinned her against a wall, holding her hands at her sides as he closed his mouth on her left tit, licking and sucking it as she screamed and begged hysterically. Looking at her with cruel lust he ripped the entire dress down past her waist, which allowed him to pull it down to her feet as she tried desperately to hold onto it as though she had any chance of doing so. As Richard pulled her away from the dress looking at her naked body he yanked her into the center of the room. Grabbing her in a bear hug he pulled her to the ground with minimal effort as she struggled in vain, screaming hysterically, and begging for mercy. Under normal circumstance Rick would drag her to the bed, but he didnt want to give her the honour of being deflowered in a bed like a lady....he wanted to rape her on the floor like a whore! HE was going to make damned sure that she remembered her first fuck for the rest of her life, however short that may be. She must have been terrified as she heard the screams outside, of the people being killed brutally, while those who were deemed worthy of raping were spared only to be brutalized by the cocks of the invaders. She could hear women screaming as they were raped, and she could hear the younger ones, the virgins like herself screaming It hurts as their delicate tissues were brutally torn open by cruel men who forced their steely flesh into them, tearing them, making them bleed as they brutally fucked their young bodies showing no effort to be gentle, and in many cases deliberately trying to hurt them. Mariana was hysterical with fear. She knew she was at Richards mercy and that he would show her none. Thrashing hysterically she screamed in desperation, begging for help even though she knew in her heart that none would be coming. She started tearing up crying to god, asking why this was happening to her, what she had done wrong. Yanking his pants down, Richard revealed his cock which terrified her. Being a proper young lady of her times, Mariana only idea of what a cock looked like came from talk amongst other girls. It was ugly, had veins all over it and was frightening. She had anticipated for years what it would be like. She harboured romantic notions which at the same time were offset by fears due to the stories she had heard. Now it was about to happen, by a savage looking man who would violate her brutally without consideration for her feelings. The terror kicked in and she started struggling again but gave up sooner this time, realizing the futility of her efforts. As Richard grabbed her inner thighs roughly he yanked her legs wider and positioned himself. Taking a moment he spat in his hand and coated his cock with a layer of saliva and then shoved two fingers into her partway just to get some lube in her, but his fingers only went as far as her hymen. Her reaction to this rough violation of her inner tissues was to arch her back in shock, pain and outrage as her eyes opened wide while she gasped with her mouth agape. Richard then grasped his member in his fist and guided the tip to her defenceless quim as the little princes quivered in terror trying to steel her nerves for the impending horror. Richard pushed against her soft flesh trying to gain entry, as she grunted out a squeak shutting her eyes and bringing her hand up to her mouth. Forcing and twisting Richard started making progress, forcing her lips to separate so his cock could make entry. She was squinting her eyes, covering her mouth and even biting on her hand to control herself and not scream, however his every twist or shove caused at least a feminine grunt as she flinched. When he came up against her hymen he knew this wouldnt be easy but he was determined, and reared back slightly, only to lunge forward with sudden viciousness, thrusting his cock through her maidenhead, tearing it as he forced several inches into her tightness. She couldnt help herself and cried out in a high pitched girlish cry at the sudden white hot tearing pain and the awful stretching. It was a satisfying sound for Richard, who was making her pay for the sins of her father., Drawing back slightly he thrust again making her yelp again as the tears poured freely. It only took a few more thrusts before he was firmly planted balls deep inside her, feeling her soft inner tissue grasping his manhood as she squirmed underneath him, trying to cope with the pain and control her reactions. Richard didnt bother giving her time to adjust, as he had some pent up frustration to release into her and he wasnt going to waste any time considering her needs. Drawing back to the tip he thrust savagely, forcing his entire cock into her balls deep, making her scream as he forced her open again, dragging her sensitive tissues with him as he forced his way in. Grabbing her hair so he could look into her eyes as he did this, he started thrusting into her, deep and hard, watching her try to control herself, biting onto her hand even to prevent herself from crying out, but he could still see the pain and anguish in her eyes. He was hurting her, and furthermore she was humiliated and terrified. Exactly the way he liked them. Occasionally he would thrust extra hard, just to catch her off gaurd and make her scream. He was taking his rage out on her, and she was defenceless to do anything about it but try to endure. With that he started slamming himself into her with reckless abandon, driving his flesh into her body without mercy, enjoying the sensation of her soft tissue grasping him. Pounding into her, he finally climaxed, feeling his body let go as he stiffened and fired jets of semen into her defenceless womb until he collapsed on top of her, breathing hard, and sweating. He lay there for a while as she sobbed beneath him. Eventually however the need to get some food in him took over and he rolled off her, pulling out as she cringed at the sensation of him sliding out of her. Standing he pulled his pants up and looked down at the sobbing girl on the floor. Im getting us some food and whine. While Im doing that I want you to draw us a bath. Walking out he knew she would not try to leave. She knew what was going on in the city and realized that however horrible her circumstances, things were worse outside. He was not done with her. Not by a long shot. He had plenty more in store for her. To be continued............