Thread: ~ Victory Celebration ~ {AzelStormrose}

The camp was noisy. Drunk men yelling, celebrating, excited whores squealing and playing coy with the soldiers. There was a good reason for all the celebration and great mood. Very few causalities and the enemy had been soundly beat, sent fleeing back to whatever hole they had crawled out of. Victory had been swift in todays battle. In a few days they would give chase, but this night was for them. No doubt most of the men were waiting for the prisoners to be brought out. There was never enough whores in the camp to satisfy all them men. And there were plenty of men not really interested in the whores, they wanted the fresh meat, the women prisoners. The unlucky women that were caught would be thoroughly fucked by every man that could. Those who survived would travel with the army as entertainment As dark fell Joscelin came out of her tent. Blood thoroughly washed from her hands and body. The fresh tunic she wore was a deep gray and flared slightly at the hip before ending mid thigh. Leaving most of her armor in the tent, she wore a pair of leather wrist guards and a loose half cloak to keep the night chill off. There had even been enough time to clean her armor and sword before she was expected. The sword was left in her tent, in its place on her hip was a short sword. It was more practical in the camp. The boots were silent in the grass as she walked past tents and eased past drunks. Most of the men were already around the large camp fire and wooden tables but there were a few stragglers. Joscelin evicted on of the men from a make shift wooden chair and pulled it toward the back. Her brother liked every present when he presented the new whores. What took so long between battle and presentation was the doctor inspecting the ladies for signs of STDs and other possible problems that might be passed to his men. Those that were found to have something were either killed or a black ribbon tied around their neck. It was a sign to his men that they were only to be used by men already infected. If it could be avoided, her brother preferred not to have his entire army sexually sick. After introductions and congratulations, her brother moved away from the whores. Letting his men fight over who went first. For those watching, drinks flowed. From her spot in the shadows, Joscelin watched the entertainment. The women screamed and struggled, begged for mercy. Stupid bitches. There was no mercy to be found. Just because she was the generals sister did not excuse her from watching this event. She was expected to watch for a while as all the men were expected to be present for a while. It was to establish there would be no favorites, no real fights. At first she had been applaud that she had to be here. But that was months ago. Months of death and fighting, and other such entertainment it no longer seemed so disgusting. Not that she would admit that outloud. The faintest whimper escaped her lips but there was little chance any one else heard it. Her jaw tightened to remind herself to be silent. In the darkness, with her dark gloves on, no one would notice her hands lightly caressing herself. The fact that she was so wet and horny. Another scream from one of the women, followed by another begging for more, deeper, harder. The men were already worked up. That bitch kept it up she would be dead before morning. A shiver went down her spine as her fingers brushed against her sex lips. Her movements were extremely slow as not to draw attention to herself. Not that any of the men nearby noticed, all too preoccupied. She was considered forbidden fruit. They knew better than to touch her without invitation so by and large they ignored her. The cloak felt too warm and heavy on her shoulders but she did not dare take it off. It provided a lot of shadow for her to play