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

House Damon of Knightsbridge Cecily, of House Damon - House Lancaster of London James, of House Lancaster Geoffrey, Of House Lancaster House Greyhill of Innisfield Marcus, The Lord of Greyjoy's Host The Rebellious House Blackmoore of Oxford Gillian, The Lord of Blackmoon's Host The Rebellious House Lebellond of Glastonbury Velos, The Lord of Sainsbury's Host The Hound, Slaveknight to Velos The Rebellious House Tully of Cambridge The Goldhand Mercenary Group Theophelus of Orleans - Balomere Lansar - Cleric - Keine Westenfluss -
Thread: The misadventures of an Indentured Knight (Darkest x QB)

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

Cecily grunted as the mercenary threw her to the ground, dusting rising all around her. The female knight squirmed again, testing her bonds and really wishing that she hadn't put up as much of a fight. Her captors had taken their frustrations out on her in very obvious ways, including tying the ropes that bound her almost tight enough to sever her circulation completely. The added addition of the stocks weighing down her neck and head were even more humiliating. Nevertheless, the knight was trying to free herself, even as she tried to get a handle on where exactly she was. A camp that much was obvious, and likely belonging to the group that had waylaid her on the way to House Greyhill. Cecily had guaranteed her commander that she could carry the message, could do this relatively simple mission. Yet the group of them had somehow managed to sneak up on her. Cecily had fought back, using the very sword that now hung on the belt of a mercenary as a prize. They'd won, though Cecily liked to think she'd given them a run for it. Then again, the tight bonds seemed to speak to that. The pretty young knight squirmed again, her eyes scanning the area. They were either bandits or mercenaries, and it was too early to tell which, especially given their behavior on the way here groping and molesting their captive all the way. It could actually be both, as bandits were known to hire themselves out, and this wouldn't be the first group of vagabonds to sell their swords for money. The very idea made Cecily's stomach turn, but the young knight could only do so much. Now all her attentions were focused on scanning the area, figuring things out and trying to escape. Well, nearly all. She was still struggling, and fighting against the urge to attack the nearest man. Her teeth were bared in a ferocious manner, her red-brown eyes flashing with determination and barely suppressed rage. Oh, they would pay for this. She just needed to figure out how.
Thread: The misadventures of an Indentured Knight (Darkest x QB)

And to the victor, the spoils! Even now Theophelus marveled upon the blade he had confiscated from the feisty knight. Targaryan steel was quite the marvel lighter than forged iron, sharper than any blade put to the whetstone. Every swing cut into the air, a wail from the Sylphs as the blade wrought death in it's wake. Balomere flinched when he swung the blade ever so close. What's the matter, Blueblood, scared? Ahahaha! Theophelus made a jab towards the bard. He was awfully cowardly, back away only to return when their prey was suitably restrained. He sure got his fill of her privates just after that, what a weakling! I was merely being careful, that is all. replied the Bard, quickly hiding the hands that just moments ago were stroking right at her peach. Of course, Theophelus only laughed boisterously as he walked right by the female Knight. Hey Peach, comfortable there? he asked, smiling as he held her chin softly, turning it to the right to get a better look at her. Keiss and Balomere stared on with hungry eyes, their imagination stripping the female knight of her clothing little by little. By this time, more hands had gotten familiar with the leotard she wore, her skirt in slight tatters when the Bard's greedy hands sought a touch. You're from one of them...Noble houses, right? he asked, wearing a smug smile on her face just as they had entered their camp a few bearskin tents pitched up, a spit with what looked like a young pig being roasted atop burning charcoal. A man fully clad in armor sat, turning the spit as he watched the burning coals flare up. There, she was thrown down on the ground, the man's hand grasping her hair as she was forced to kneel upwards. Tell me, why were you in such a hurry to go down the barrows hill? That's going away from the loyalist territories, isn't it? he asked, motioning to Keiss as he came back with a coil of rough hemp rope. Surely, interrogation was to begin.
Thread: The misadventures of an Indentured Knight (Darkest x QB)

Oh gods, this was really happening, like something out of a nightmare. Cecily forced herself to remain calm, trying to remember what she'd been taught to do in situations like this. Standard procedure was to tell them as little as you possibly could, as there was always a rescue party on the way to save you. If all else, it was better to die than reveal anything that could harm the greater good. Or, if that absolutely failed, resort to telling lies or fabrications that might actually help your side. Again, your death meant nothing if it contributed to the whole. Still, Cecily remained quiet for a while, simply glaring at the one who called her peach, whatever that was referencing. They'd already thoroughly enjoyed her battle leotard, and her skirt looked like it had been through a small war. The vagabonds were leering at Cecily, and she wished she could cover up. The lithe, well toned body and impressive breasts might make her a dashing figure in armor, but it was a pain when dealing with lechers. Cecily could just make out the men, and had already worked to memorizing faces. On the ground, then grasped and pulled upright, hissing as she was. A question, a request. Were they enemies or allies? Rope was appearing, and Cecily guessed they were going to play it safe and tie her up regardless. I was heading to London, she lied, picking another safe territory, I was in a rush so I took a shortcut. If you aided me, you might be able to be compensated for your troubles. Her eyes were already on the rope, wondering what exactly they had in mind. Judging by the leers, it couldn't be good.
Thread: The misadventures of an Indentured Knight (Darkest x QB)

Okay, so Cecily hadn't been expected the thugs who waylaid innocent travelers to be smart. That was clearly her first and most major mistake, one that she was going to wind up paying for. Yet she knew she couldn't simply tell them the truth, that was essentially forbidden. Her own option was to try and continue it on, to spin the line in a way that would make it more appealing to them and continue her safety for as long as possible. I was heading for reinforcements, she said, struggling for words as she struggled to rise and break free. We needed more troops. Why else would they be sending a single knight back this way? Then came a slur toward both Cecily and her sex, and she found herself clenching her teeth, wishing she had her sword. Hadn't they fought against her? Even so, she knew she could easily take most of them in an one on one match, though she certainly wouldn't be looking forward to matching up with any of these goons. Yet as they continued, their intentions became even clearer. As expected, Cecily had heard the horror stories, especially those regarding female knights and warriors. She had never anticipated it being a problem, having figured that she would simply die fighting. Now though, this looked like a very real terror about to come to life. A branch, then ropes about her ankles. Hands freed for a moment, and Cecily tried to fight, only to find them manacled and bent fgorward now. Need the truth, but they would see how... how flexible? The breastplate left, and Cecily's impressive bust almost jiggled free without it to support her. Ropes looped around them, both pinning her and drawing the leotard about her, framing the two mounds quite nicely. Just as Cecily thought that might be all, they bound her again. Her legs were spread out, the stretching slightly painful. The knight had been flexible, thankfully, a benefit of sex, genetics, and some training. Still, being spread into a split position hurt and stretched her, not to mention stretching her leotard tight over her frame, which was likely the main reason they'd done it. They pulled her back as well, thrusting her chest out and making things as uncomfortable for Cecily as possible. Her only solace was that they hadn't quite done anything overtly sexual, at least that the innocent knight could tell. I told you, she said, nearly through clenched teeth. I was heading back for reinforcements. We were hoping to draw some more troops from the standing guard.
Thread: The misadventures of an Indentured Knight (Darkest x QB)

Ever so willing to expand and reinforce what sounded like a lie, Theophelus knelt down, grasping her chin as he made her face him. His breath was one, but within those eyes showed a savagery unlike any other. The man was no mere bully given armament, he had experience. It was the pragmatism of a true soldier, embodied in experience from the battlefield. James Lancaster had those same eyes when she trained under him when the venerable Lord of the Host visited. He was no mere thug he has survived many battlefields up to this point. What a pretty little lie you're spinning there, Peach. he whispered, Now go on and tell us the truth or you're going to be tied there for a very, very long time. he whispered, his hands slowly stroking her right thigh. He had copulated with enough women to know exactly where to stroke, where to touch or where to lick to get the desired response from the female. Knight or peasant, Prostitute or Lady, they were all alike deep down inside. A moist peach and hardened peaks even when a foreign member would enter through them. And his daring hands slowly traced all the way to her lower regions, her sensitive bits tight against the leotard, the sweet lips of her loins shapen from the smooth cloth. Since you are neither a true Knight, you will not be afforded the protection of Chivalry. You are worthless to your Noble House if you had fled on the day of battle. So that means, you are property. It was the word that the bard and the rogue seemed to be knowing her by. Effectively, she was a whore to them. Relief from the battle lines, a slave. Known by many names, characterized only by what they are to their captors. Tales of brutal orgies from captured villages spread fear amongst the common folk, a concern to many as the once Noble houses dabbled into the forbidden, to go against the customs of chivalry. Nevertheless, the Mercenary slowly stroked her sensitive bits, her lower areas slowly being aroused from experienced fingers that seemed to know just where to rub or caress. Tell me the truth, lady. Otherwise, I'll familiarize myself to your love duct. the threat of rape seemed all too real. Was she to admit the truth before a smirking demon who continued to lead her towards a new high point in...pleasure? Chaste and possibly untouched, he wondered just what pleasure was to her. The new sensation was sure to bright about embarrassment to further her arousal!
Thread: The misadventures of an Indentured Knight (Darkest x QB)

The man terrified Cecily, so much so that she had to struggle not to scream or quiver. She managed to harden her gaze instead, meeting his accusatory look with hard eyes. He demanded she tell the truth or face more torture, which was a simple enough choice, if a difficult one. Cecily simply swallowed. I am telling you the truth. I am a sworn knight who was sent on a mission to retrieve reinforcements, she reiterated. It was as she restated these words that she realized why it was so easy there was some truth in them. She had been sent to appeal to a house, albeit not the one she kept claiming, and the idea wasn't to directly carry an order that would immediately send more troops to the front. I keep telling you helping me is more profitable then--what are you doing? Stop that! Cecily struggled against her bonds. Again, it didn't surprise her that he was using his hands to rub her lewdly, or that he was promising essentially to rape her. In actuality, it was the denial of her hard won knighthood that angered the girl more. However, feeling that touch was far from what she wanted. It was strangely pleasant, those hands knowing precisely where to touch, especially on an untried girl like Cecily. The hands were stroking Cecily's most private of areas, bits where the girl herself had had difficulty touching. She'd heard of pleasure like this, as stable girls and even her fellow knights talked. But she'd always remained true, more dedicated to her ideal than to spreading her legs. Once or twice she'd touched herself while thinking of a particular knight, but never like this. The girl was already squirming, wishing that her body would stop reacting to his touches. Stop that! she snapped, trying to jerk back as she spoke. You'll pay if you defile a knight! You know the punishment for that is death!
Thread: The misadventures of an Indentured Knight (Darkest x QB)

Tsk tsk...women are so hard headed. Much like my manhood, it's throbbing to feast on tender, untried Peach! he teased, thrusting out his waist a little where a slight bump reminded her just where his hardness was. A round of laughter came, but as always, none from the armored Man. There was a coldness about him, he who was obscured from head to toe with armor. Despite her ravings, the man shoved the wooden bar well behind her teeth, letting her clench the solid dowel as he bound it behind her head. We'll let you hold this. When you're ready to tell the truth, drop it. he said, smiling as he placed a rock right within her left hand, laughing all the while. While the Bard was the last to leave, he did get quite a good look at her slender, beautiful frame. You're quite the beautiful peach, girl. said the Bard, slowly advancing towards her. Quite the coward he was. First to run when she bared her blade, the last to remain when no other would share her. The sound of blades being sharpened and of feasting could be heard, yet the bard had none of that, walking up close and grasping her right breast, holding roughly towards her private part as if inspecting a slab of meat. Tender. Makes me wonder just how wet your loins be, Peach. he whispered, rubbing at her private area. While the man before stroked her leotard, the other had no excuse not to sneak beneath the leotard, stroking directly upon her engorged clit, sending shockwaves of arousal through her body. His tongue lapped sloppily against her breasts, leaving a few strands of drool right around where her nipples be. His hat tumbled aside to reveal his chestnut brown hair, his face quite the handsome one and well shaven, implying that he was some form of noble. Despite this, what he did was all but that as he continued to drive her ever closer...
Thread: The misadventures of an Indentured Knight (Darkest x QB)

As if Cecily needed further reminding of their disgusting manparts. She winced at the man's actions, jerking her head, the only real mobile part of her body, away from him. She likely would have spat more insults and near threats, but the man instead wedged a wooden dowel between her teeth. A quick binding held it firmly in place, making her lips parted. Bits of drool already leaked as she struggled to get used to it. As for the rock, that she clenched so tightly her knuckles seemed about to burst from her skin. For a while, Cecily thought they might just leave her alone to suffer her bondage. However, the bard came forward again, though Cecily barely recognized him. The knight hadn't thought much of the last to approach her during combat, especially as he hadn't exactly performed well. Now though, he was grasping her breast. She hissed against the dowel, even lunching slightly at him. But the hands touched her nethers again, and Cecily's hiss turned into a cry, part despair, part arousal, part frustration. The tongue now moved to take her breast, sucking the cloth covered teat within a warm mouth. A tongue lapped at her sloppily, almost canine, while the hands started working at her sex again. It seemed the man found a tender spot, for Cecily felt a much unwanted shot of pure pleasure rocket through her, making her shudder and stretch against the bindings. Whatever he was doing, it was drawing out a strange sensation within her, a tightness in her body and in her sex that Cecily most certainly did not want. Shifting slightly, she flicked her wrist, attempting to toss the stone at his head. Considering the short distance, this didn't seem too unlikely.
Thread: The misadventures of an Indentured Knight (Darkest x QB)

Her frustrated mewling did exactly the opposite of what she may have hoped to happen. Instead, it spurred the bard to continue, driving her closer and closer as fingers continued stroking her pouty lower lips, impressed upon the tight leotard. Any more of this and she might end up in a peak she may have never experienced before! Shortly before he reached over to her breasts greedily, a rock hit him in the head from above, prompting only an angry growl as he slapped her harshly in the face, standing up to kick her in the stomach twice. Quite the feisty one, wasn't she? You need to learn your place, property. he whispered, grasping her hair tightly as he forced her to stare right into his eyes, just as he kicked her hard onto the stomach, knocking out some of the wind out of her chest. What a coward, to put on a menacing scowl while beating a woman who was bound helpless in her situation. When the time comes for us to enjoy your flesh, you'll be wishing you never dared strike me, peach! he said, slapping her once again as he walked away. In the distance, they began to dig through her possessions. Rations for a few days consisting of ham and bread, a little cheese and a sealed jar of water. What was most interesting to them was a seal of House Damon, one that proclaimed the bearer to be in favor with the noble house. The man held out the shiny brooch, hopefully visible to her as he pocketed the small trinket, sitting around the fire and enjoying a slice from the roast they had been cooking over the fire. A good hour passed and the group began to slip into ease. Sharpening blades and gambling made up most of the time while the Bard continued to sit atop a tree branch, playing with his lute and casting a few lecherous gazes here and there. Soon after, the Ranger walked up towards the female Knight. Ready to talk?' he asked, putting the tip of his foot right at her private bits. If not, we'll have to convince you the other way. Drawing her righteous blade, he pointed it right at her chin, forcing her to look up just as a strand of drool fell from the left corner of her lip.
Thread: The misadventures of an Indentured Knight (Darkest x QB)

please be careful not to control my character beyond what yours can do to her physically that's a good way to shut down a RP very quickly The manipulations upon Cecily's groin made the girl writhe in her bondage. The steady increase of heat welled within, seemingly focused upon her loins. The bard might be something of a coward and a snake, but he was one that knew how to work a woman's parts to his benefit. It seemed as though Cecily had found herself the captive of men with far too much experience with women. Fortunately, her rock stopped him before she could embarrass herself, though she was still quite flushed, her arousal quite visible. That vanished as he lashed out at her, slapping her face and kicking her stomach. If he'd been hoping to drive the fire out of her, however, he would be sorely disappointed. She was wounded, likely bruised, but she still glared back at him as he lifted her up. A wince as she kicked, followed by eyes that were harder than before. Another slap, one that she took with eyes ablaze once more, watching him as he walked away. It didn't surprise her that they were sorting through her possessions most of what she carried didn't have much value to her. The seal should have lent truth to her story, especially adding to her authority. But either they didn't recognize it, or they merely ignored it. One man held it out to her, making it quite obvious that they'd found it, before turning to their fire. The smells of cooked food made Cecily's stomach rumble, and she fought against her body's wants. The group seemed quite at ease, as though capturing a knight was an everyday event. Then, the ranger approached her, placing his hand dangerously near her sex again. A sword pointed, and Cecily had to force herself to look up. She'd used most of the hour to gather herself, but for some strange reason, a drool came unbidden from her mouth, almost as if drawn out by force, impossible as that seemed. Those eyes were still blazing, and she hardly looked as though she was about to start spilling secrets anytime soon.
Thread: Sweet teacher mine (riverrust and cutelittleweasel)

Lilly could still hardly believe it, even though it was true. She was actually teaching, and not just that, she was teaching at a college. Who would have guessed that from her past? She certainly hadn't! She was one of the youngest, if not the youngest, teachers on staff and quite an appearance on campus between her long red hair, big blue eyes, creamy skin with just a dusting of freckles and her figure. There was a reason why suddenly so many boys were following a course on Shakespearian literature. No, she wasn't a stick thin model, but with a fit body, an ample bosom, trim waist and wide hips, she did make many a heart go a-pitter-patter, especially in her pencil skirts and high heels. To be honest, she did like the attention, it was just too bad that she could never do anything about it. She'd get fired and she loved her job. She loved being able to talk about Shakespeare and maybe inspire a few students while showing that he really wasn't that dull and boring. That, and she had her own office. Sure, it was small and in the basement and sorely lacking in little things like windows, but it was an office that she didn't have to share. Maybe she could get a bigger one with a window when she'd worked as a teacher for a little while longer. Maybe. Her door was open, at the moment, a signal for students that if they needed to see her for something, they could walk in. Lilly, in the meanwhile, was reading through an article, occasionally attacking it with a marker.