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Thread: The sea was told and sung (Rania Lark x Wolvenrogue)

Melisende ran into the camp just as one of her own set off an alarm, sending out a haunting metal echo throughout the camp and immediately, the music from the lighted main building stopped. Stopping next to a group of her own, Melisende like all the other women was armed as much as she could carry. A bow was draped across her back, a quiver full of crudely built arrows with remelted iron tips. In her hand, a crude spear again constructed from stolen materials and a short sword was sheathed at her side. In one swift movement after a signal from one of her commanders, Melisende and the rest of the crew pulled their bows from their backs, loaded arrows and pulled back on the weapons just as the door swung open. Once light streamed out into the darkness, they all let the arrows fly at the same time, blindly shooting for the door to attack any emerging enemies. Melisende threw the bow back over her shoulder as she grabbed hold of the middle of her spear and pulled her short sword from its sheath. Despite the enemies' size, her own faction's agility was far superior. Crying out as she fought her way through the emerging horde, she cried out to the others. Get back to the vessel! Don't wait for us! Those that had managed to escape the eyes of the vikings took off running for the boat they had moored nearby. Melisende maintained her warriors to cause a distraction for the invaders as they fought valiantly through the horde. Her skills were obvious from the moment she planted her spear to use as a base for quick movements in and around the burly warriors that faced them. Clearly outmatched in strength, Melisende and her warriors relied on speed and flexibility. She wasn't out to destroy the invading horde, merely to make their lives so miserable they would retreat from their lands and release their families from the clutches of slavery. She fought valiantly, even up to facing what seemed to be the leader of the invading horde. Stopping for but a moment, the warrior women yanked her spear from its roost in the ground, flipping the handle of her sword in her other hand as he moved to attack. Moving her body back and to the side, she easily avoided the strong, blunt attack. Despite their size difference, the woman fought with just as much ferocity, however ones energy can only last so long and just as he was waning, her movements were becoming slower as well. Then a deal escaped his lips as she stood before him, her hands bloody and clutching both sword and spear in opposite hands as the clay across her eyes was smeared down over her cheeks, making her appearance more menacing when mixed with the deep red blood. Is that what you told my people when they fought back? she responded, yelling over the echoes of steel against wood and as the battle raged around them, Before you took them to be your slaves?
Thread: The sea was told and sung (Rania Lark x Wolvenrogue)

Very well then! Anders shouted so the others would hear. I gave you the opportunity, Now we will take you all as many as remain and you shall pay for this insult. Turning the flat side of his blade to her, he swung the heavy sword and hitting her a crushing blow to her calves swept the legs from beneath her causing her to land violently on her chest. He placed a heavy foot on her neck and stabbing the back of her hand pinned it to the ground forcing the sword from her hand. He then cut her bowstring and placing a knee in her back, used it to hogtie the young woman. Similar scenes were playing out throughout the camp. He lifted the young woman to her knees. Before I finish with you, you will wish I had gutted you right here. But then you made your choice, not me. Such a waste of fine female flesh. ! Then taking his knife he slipped inside her leather coat and lifting it abrubly cut open the heavy leather coat and exposing her creamy white flesh from her crotch to her neck. with the tip of his knife he carved a small A over her breast bone leaving her a memento that could not be erased. there ! remember that next time you are tempted to make a stupid decision.
Thread: The sea was told and sung (Rania Lark x Wolvenrogue)

Melisende readied herself as he cried out to his comrades regarding her refusal to abide by his orders. When his hand moved back to twist the sword to the flat edge before swinging across in a well timed swipe at her legs, her eyes widened as she attempted to move quickly. Stabbing the spear into the ground, she twisted her body in an attempt to hoist herself up off the ground. But her movement was ill-timed within the chaos of the battle and the cold steel found its mark square on the side of her calves. Letting out a screech of pain, she fell forward, her hand still gripping the sword as she hit the ground with a loud thump. Turning her head, she attempted to gain some leverage with her own short sword just as his foot came down hard on her neck, immobilizing her head. Then the sword point came down on her hand, stabbing through the sensitive flesh between the bones of her palm. Screaming in pain as blood began to gush from the wound, her hand shook uncontrollably as all the muscles were forced to relax, releasing her grip on her sword. Pinned to the ground, she heard the familiar snap of a bowstring being broken before the sword was pulled from her hand and it was forced behind her back to be tied together with her opposite arm and her legs forced to bend up and met her wrists in a crude hogtie. Groaning in pain as the blood from her hand dripped onto the ground behind her just as he lifted her up to her knees, forcing her back to arch painfully, pushing her chest out just as the flash of steel of his knife found a hitch in her furs and leather, slicing up through her clothing to expose her milky flesh beneath the black clay and red blood. Her sweat mixed with the clay and blood created streaks down her face through the two materials. She remained silent, clenching her teeth in a twisted grin as her breath quickened in her chest as he carved into her flesh, marking her with a permanent brand. Her head fell forward as the blade retreated, blood running from the crude letter carved into her skin as her her shoulders hunched in pain from being forced back to match with her ankles. Her eyes darkened as tendrils of her hair fell over her face, running over her cheeks and through her gaze as her voice remained silent. And the same was occurring with her warriors. Though the screams of pain echoed as similar attacks were occurring, a tense silence fell over the captives as each of them caught their breath, the stillness a sharp contrast to the clash of steel and wood that had been occurring mere moments before.
Thread: The sea was told and sung (Rania Lark x Wolvenrogue)

He looked on her silent bleeding form with satisfaction. She hated him, but a time was coming soon when her hatred would grow even more. He picked up her bleeding sweaty form and tossing her over his shoulder carried her to his lodge where he fully intended to use her the entire night. If she happened to be in season, she would bear a child in 9 months, and that would end her war making at least for a season. He fixed a rope around each ankle and each wrist and then anchored her between two posts before he cut free the bow string. Clapping his hands he summoned one of his servants who came with knives, a bucket of water and a sponge. Two young women finished cutting her clothes from her and then, being more or less gentle washed the mud and blood from her, head to toe, paying particular attention to her genitals. you mustn't struggle miss! they warned. Otherwise you will be very very sore in the morning.
Thread: The sea was told and sung (Rania Lark x Wolvenrogue)

Melisende's injured hand lay limp in the bonds as her other worked feverishly trying to free herself from the makeshift bonds keeping her ankles and wrists held together. Her fingers curled beneath the string in an effort to get her palm curled enough to free her hand however just as she managed to get one finger lodged through, she heard the hard clumps of his boots as they approached her bound form before she felt his roughened hands moving around her svelte body before lifting her up over his shoulder and flopping her down on her stomach, her wrists and ankles still painfully held together behind her. Melisende inhaled sharply in pain as her stomach was pressed painfully against his shoulder. She was carried roughly through the village like a sack of grain or potatoes before reaching a crudely built hut made of sod and mudbrick. Once inside, he lifted her from his shoulder and placed her back on the ground before pulling her arms up to tie a rope around each one separately before fastening them tightly around two large posts. Then her ankles were fastened the same, leaving her standing, her legs and arms spread apart in a cross formation as he stepped back and summoned other woman into the tent. As the women lifted knives towards her, Melisende pulled back against the ropes, her eyes narrowing as they cut the rest of her warm clothing from her, leaving her alabaster skin completely exposed to anyone within the vicinity, her skin marred by bruises and cuts from the battle as well as numerous months spent thieving and living in the woods. Blood was running down her arm from the gaping wound in her palm and the women began to wash the mask of clay and blood from her face, pushing her raven locks back from her face, exposing the near perfect alabaster skin of her face. Without the war paint, her face was almost angelic. Deep blue eyes were framed by high cheekbones and a slender nose that ended in small, pursed lips. Her body was muscular, marred and molded from months of stealthy battle and thievery. Her breasts were pert and sat high on her chest, only the carved 'A' marring the perfect flesh. She hissed in pain as the women made their way over her wounds, washing the blood from them, the water causing an unbearable sting as they moved down over her arms and torso before moving down over her strong legs before moving their scraps of cloth up over the mound of her womanhood, paying close attention to it. Melisende's good hand curled into a fist as they worked between her legs, yanking down on the rope as they spoke of her struggling. You would do well to get away from me, she growled darkly to the women. Even bound, her stature was intimidating and as she spoke, her body suddenly lunged forward, her head lowering as the shadows obscured half of her face in an attempt to knock the women from her and to pull her good hand free.
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Anders stood behind the woman unknown to her and as she lunged, he swung a cat of 9 tails and they splayed out across her naked ass several knots finding the pink lips between her widely spread thighs. you will learn to head their advice he spoke into her ear calmly. Otherwise it could be painful as you are no doubt seeing. He took her striped ass in his big hands and spread them wide before pressing his firm knob tightly against the opening before quickly pivoting his hips, burying his length deep inside her from behind. your body betrays you he hissed. It knows better than you ever could what it wants. Can you deny it? it squeezes me even now. wanting more. he then pressed up and inside her even deeper. as he did this he reached around her torso from behind and his rough thumb began to massage the tender place at the top of her slit. soon you will cum with me and draw my seed deep inside where it will do the most good. You are beautiful, but with a baby swollen belly you will be even more so. he kissed her behind the ear. I am going to enjoy changing your life
Thread: The sea was told and sung (Rania Lark x Wolvenrogue)

Just as she lunged, Melisende felt the sharp pain of a leather strip across her naked backside. Inhaling sharply, she hissed in pain as her body was forced back between the two poles as the knots found their way over her exposed flesh and into her most sensitive area. Out of instinct, she clenched her teeth as she felt his hot, moist breath over her ear as he spoke calmly into her ear. Immediately she moved her head away from his voice, tilting it as far as she could. Her back arched forward as his hands found their way to take hold of her fleshy rear before grabbing her painfully striped skin and spreading it apart. Opening her mouth in a silent scream, Melisende felt him press against her before quickly burying his manhood fully within her. The pain tore through her worse than the whip that had found its mark mere seconds before. Clenching her good hand into a fist, her body was pushed forward in an attempt to pull her body away from the pain as he spoke about her body betraying her as the pain caused her muscles to clench, including within her, out of pain. However, her escape was foiled by his hand as it snaked around her hips to pull her front back against him, forcing himself further into her as his hand moved down to press into her slit, rubbing over her sensitive nub as his lips found their way behind her ear, his breath making way for his moist lips as they found their mark. Keeping her teeth clenched as long as she could, Melisende's breath came in sharp hisses as the pain was soon mixed with pleasure from the attentions from his roughened touch on her pleasure nub. Opening her mouth, her defiance came in short, shallow breaths as she responded to his taunts. I will never bear a child for you, she gasped through her breath, And I will make sure you beg for your life before I end it.
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Hearing her defiant words only spurred Anders on. Taking her hips in each hand he pushed them down against his thrusting into her convulsing body again and again until he was nearing his climax Well my dear, I am afraid you are wrong... unless you are barren you will surly bear a child for me. I shall keep you here until your cycle is complete, and each day you shall receive my seed! with that said he thust up hard into Meisende and with a ferocious grunt his weapon began to inject her with rope after rope of potent seed. When the deed was complete, her thighs were bound tightly together and she was again tied this time with her ankles tied high on one post and her body on the ground. None of his seed would escape her, not this night or any other. Her wrists were each bound to the opposite post. Finally one of the maidens who had washed her was assigned the task of licking her nub the entire night. The young woman entered and stripped off her robe before straddling Melisende and licking and sucking her button without ceasing. She was told she may not stop no matter what Melisende might might say. She had been warned that if she failed to give Melisende a climax at least each half hour she would face a similar fate with Melisende the next night. I warned you the girl spoke into Melesende's clit.
Thread: The sea was told and sung (Rania Lark x Wolvenrogue)

Melisende's body was forced back painfully against him as his hands retreated to her hips, pushing down on the bones so he could push himself deeper within her. The only sounds she made throughout the entire ordeal were staggered, shallow breaths and hisses as he moved faster and faster, forcing her bruised and battered body to bounce on his shaft. It felt like an eternity before she felt him swell within her. Then she felt the warmth of his explosion within her body. Her own teeth clenched together tightly as he spoke of taking her like this each and every night to ensure his seed took hold within her. Her muscles were clenched in pain as he pulled from her, forcing her exhausted body to fall limply against the ropes that held her upright. Then he undid her legs, the muscles shaking from exhaustion as he moved to tie them together, before moving up to force her thighs together tightly, not allowing her any leeway to expel his seed from her body. Restricting her even more, he then undid her wrists before forcing her to lie down on the floor and tying her legs up in the air while her hands were spread above her head to the poles, immobilizing her even more as the woman who had washed her re-entered the room. The night was uncomfortable as Melisende was licked and sucked raw between her legs. She was barely able to get more than moments of sleep at a time as her body was rocked by climax over and over again. The night seemed like an eternity as she was kept awake. Eventually however, her body gave out beneath her thoughts and her muscles relaxed, her body collapsed with exhaustion and she lost consciousness until the first lights of day began to stream through the slats of wooden siding of the lodge. Groaning in pain, Melisende was first met with the throbbing pain of the stab wound through her hand, before the weight of the woman on her chest roused her. Lifting her head, she attempted to lift her arms but found them numb and bound above her head while her legs hung without feeling upright against the pole that held the intruders seed within her. Beginning to struggle, Melisende let out a groan of pain as her numb limbs sent shoots of searing pain right up into her head as each swipe of the other woman's tongue over her sensitive and raw nub send a new throb throughout her groin.
Thread: The sea was told and sung (Rania Lark x Wolvenrogue)

Do not fancy me a coward for the retribution you are facing. When we attacked your lands it was not as thieves in the night in cover of darkness as you did. We defended our homes and families just as you did. Now you will receive the punishment you earned. He spoke calmly and with resolve out of strong assurance. There was no emotion in his voice. He had been taught this cold response through years of experience. The woman had to be educated and with her those over whom she had influence. His resolve was unshaken. He called in the women. you will feed her and care for her. Do your best to heal her wounds. I want her conscious and of clear mind. Do you hear? The next time she is taken she will know it and resist if she is desires it. Be on your guard. She is treacherous. Keep her wrists bound at all times. Be certain the bung remains in place. I will keep a warrior on guard at the door. The women worked hard at the task they had been given. Each bruise was massaged, each cut was washed and treated with salve and spices. She was fed and given both wine for the pain and teas to sharpen her awareness. When he returned to the lodge the women had seated her in a chair and had her awake and conscious. I see that my servants have done well. Anders commented as he entered the Lodge. You fancy yourself my equal or better, and call me a coward. Did I not face you one on one? I shall give you a second chance. He set two identical knives on the table before her. clear all the weapons from this room Place guards at each door and window. If she attempts to escape gut her alive for the coward she is. If not, she will be taken again alive and conscious and without restraint. If she kills me, set her free. he walked up to the woman and began to cut the bonds holding her. I am being more than fair. We will see if you have even an ounce of honor within you He picked up the knives and tossed one , handle first to the woman. He laughed a wicked but confident laugh. Its your move now he said with a solemn resolve.
Thread: The sea was told and sung (Rania Lark x Wolvenrogue)

We never attacked your village, Melisendre asserted between painful gasps and groans from her various wounds we were merely taking back what is rightfully ours. She maintained her own calm demeaner however, her emotions were not so restrained as she growled at her captor as she spoke. She was not in the wrong. The invaders had stolen their lands, enslaved her people, taken everything from them and Melisendre would have rather perished than be captured as she was. And his calmness was grating on her nerves. But their conversation did not last long as he dropped her head back down onto the table before beckoning the same servant women in to do his bidding before he left her alone with the other women. The servants worked diligently, ensuring each bruise was massaged with fragrant oils. Her wounded hand was disinfected and stuffed with salve and cotton to seal it before they wrapped a piece of bandage around it. They then fed her the same bread soaked in milk they had the day before, running it over her lips to soothe the chap. They then untied her arms from the table before tying them once again in front of her as they stood Melisende up, obeying their orders as they washed her body and then gave her wine to soothe the pain of the angry red welts still present all over her body while mixing it with a tea to ensure her awareness despite the pain her exhausted body was exhibiting. They then pulled her up off the table and sat her naked body down in a chair. Working quickly, they tied her wrists to the arms of the wooden chair before leaving her alone, bound and something still filling her womanhood. When her captor re-entered the room, Melisende's fingers curled into fists as her gaze darkened. Watching intently, she pulled on the ropes around her wrists as he placed two knives on the table as he spoke of equality. She was better than this barbarian. She worked to free her people and he worked to enslave them. She would not allow him to equate her noble quest with his conquering and invasion. She remained still as he explained his resolve to her, the challenge presented was one of honour and Melisende was all too happy to take it. She remained still as he cut the bonds across her wrists before tossing a knife towards her. Like a skilled swordsman, Melisende caught the knife in her good hand and stood from the chair, reaching down with her other hand to yank the unwelcome intruder from between her legs. When she saw it was the plug from a barrel, her teeth clenched tightly as her eyes narrowed into rage filled slits, however her resolve was still secure. You tout a fair fight when you are fully clothed with leathers and steel to protect you while I am left with nothing? she asked standing tall, gripping the knife tightly in her hand as the rest of her body glistened in the candlelight of the lodge.
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Very well .. he said with an icey calmness lay the knife on the table and sit back down. I will make this a fair fight, but I am not fool enough to let vanity make me a victim, and bye the way, Your village posessed no iron when we arrive. What right had you to steal ours? I warn you if you do not comply completely and deal treacherously, I will gut you immediately and not lose a moments sleep. He waited to see if she would comply with his demand. Don't keep me waiting, you know as well as I that you have no real right to any of this. Be quick now, or we will return to our former terms immediately. Those around him looked in wonder at what he was doing, ordinarily this insulant woman would have been hung from a post and slowly gutted by now.
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Melisende was pleased that this man was bending to her will the first time since she had been captured and she would take full advantage of it to ensure her victory. Smirking at his assertion regarding them stealing iron when they had none, Melisende placed the knife down on the table before taking a step back to sit down on the chair that had held her captive moments before. Crossing one leg over the other, the smirk remained painted on her smug expression as she crossed her arms over her naked chest. The power was shifting in the room and she was well aware of it. You left us no choice, she asserted as he accused her of stealing iron, before lowering her voice to an animalistic growl, We could not take back what was ours without weapons. A war is brewing in the shadows and I intend to ensure you and your men are expelled from our land, on your ships or burned with them.