Thread: Flames of the South (Visions Of Black and Beautiful Disgrace)

They were going to kill her...they were killing her slowly. Her vision was going dark but the Gods would not allow her to pass out during such a painful ordeal. The air stank of blood and semen and whatever that god awful stench was that permeated from these creatures. Somewhere she felt like she she was going to vomit, but she was too busy crying and wishing she were dead every time another orc would replace the previous one that reamed into her bloody and battered body. The burning sensation of being stretched out beyond belief, her insides tearing in protest from the brutal raping of the orcs was the only thing that she could really feel. They were rough with her, not just in their unrelenting pace but also their hands and claws and teeth had no qualms in piercing her pale skin or beating her down in order to position her the way they wanted to like a rag doll. There was some reprieve when the group began to slow down, however that did not last long as the biggest of them all appeared above her and she found herself being lifted up to be positioned to be his cock sleeve. She wanted to scream more but at this point she could barely make a squeak even when her legs were pulled apart so wide she felt like they would dislocate them. The hand around her neck was a glimmer of hope, she wanted him to kill her. But it wasn't nearly fast enough. He did not want to snap her neck...no. He wanted her to die slowly while he violated her. The pain of her cunt being stretched out hit her once more, robbing her of what little air she had. She choked and sputtered every time his hips slammed into her....but finally. Finally she began to feel the life leaving from her. It was painful, her lungs felt like they were going to explode but...death was the only solace she'd find in the hands of these monsters. Elena kept her head down at the presence of her lord. Hearing that she would share his chambers tonight made her extremely wary. She was a virgin, she was young and she was inexperienced. She wasn't sure what she was scared of most...not pleasing him or the experience in general. But this was what all women had to go through, and she knew it would get better every time it happened. At least that's what she had been told. I will have her ready for you tonight, My Lord. Evelynn answered dutifully and almost eagerly. It really sickened Marionette that her mother was like that. She was a doll, it had been a long time since her mother had shown any sense of self or individuality. She was a wife first, a mother second....sometimes she had her own opinions but normally that was just with her daughters. When it came to men, she was obedient. Even if they were her own sons. Marionette would never be like that. She would never lose her sense of self. She said nothing to her father, she only nodded to aknowledge his words and presence. She had never met the man she was supposedly engaged to, but she did secretly hope he was nothing like her pig headed brothers and father. She wouldn't answer to being called woman like little Elena did. She was Marionette, she was human...she was just as capable as any man was. You're so lucky, Marionette... Elizabeth whispered to her sister as her wings fluttered in frustration. I haven't even seen my fiance yet! I hope he's handsome...and strong. Marionette only rolled her eyes in response. Her sister was so blind...everyone was blind.