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Call of the Blood 10.1/?
Date: 2013-07-08 03:40 pm (UTC)Waking up did not come easily.
I was naked, gagged and chained against the cold stone wall of some unknown dungeon. My senses were still on high from my transformation and all I could smell was the tangy, metallic scent of blood and a sickly sweet burning smell. I strained against the chains futilely, pulling at my bonds.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. How the fuck did I get here?
A dull metallic scrape echoed down the corridor and two pairs of loud footsteps followed, getting closer. I tried to calm my breathing and the growing fury that had to be from the beast now inside me. It was a wounded fury, that of a caged trapped beast that would fight to the last to be free, but it would not help me. I needed to be calm. Rational.
The two men were in my sight now, one a grey-green skinned Orc with two large tusks and the other a small Breton man. They were wearing the same uniform as the mercenaries who had ambushed Farkas and I back in Dustman's Cairn. The Silver Hand.
The Breton's hands blossomed with lightning in the gloom of the dungeon. I kept my eyes fixed on him, unable to look away as he approached me. The Orc stepped to my side and yanked my hair, pulling my head up painfully, "Now, bitch, we're going to burn you. If you use your ward you might just stop yourself from the worst but we're going to keep going until you're drained. Understand?"
They wanted to drain my magicka. I grimaced behind the gag but managed to pull my ward up be-fore the first bolt of lightning cascaded towards me.
Soon it wasn't enough and I screamed as the bolt finally caught me, locking my muscles together in a rictus of agony, making me twitch and spasm against the chains. The bastard kept going for a minute longer until he finally stopped. I lay there suspended by the chains, I could smell an acrid tang in the air and my limbs still involuntarily twitched.
I hung there limply, whimpering, trying to fight both my pain and my imagination as I envisioned what would come next. The Breton stepped in close, "She's a pretty one, isn't she?" He stroked my face. Dimly I thought of trying to resist, to pull away, but it just seemed like too much effort.
"Yeah," the Orc grunted, his voice guttural and hoarse, "She's a real lady." His hand stroked roughly at my breast before spiralling in to pinch my nipple. I grunted with pain and the Breton laughed softly, "All the lady needs is some pretty jewellery."
A burning pain seared through my finger and for a moment I thought the bastards had cut it off. I screamed, instinctively glancing across to where my hand dangled limply against the manacle. A thick silver ring had been shoved onto my finger. Underneath the skin looked unblemished but my brain could feel the metal searing into my skin, a flaming agony. The same sensation came from my other hand as the Breton forced another ring on my fingers and I cursed and swore and grunted behind my gag, pulling at the chains that bound me.
I will kill you. I will Shout you apart. I will-fuck!
My litany was cut off with a scream as the Oblivion-spawned bastard of a Breton draped a silver pendant over my head, searing pain coursing through my neck and chest. A shorter, thicker silver collar was also fastened round my throat, and I screamed again. Any thought of resistance, all my fight, had gone. All I could think of was the pain. And making it stop. When the Orc turned round with a silver circlet in his hand I whimpered, hanging limply in my chains. It descended and my entire body lit up in a blaze of agony.
Then I mercifully blacked out.
Call of the Blood 10.2/?
Date: 2013-07-08 03:43 pm (UTC)But it was the sight to my right that held my attention, making me forget my own pain for a moment. A transformed Skjor lay draped across the altar, limbs bound and muzzled with a cloth gag. His silvering fur matted with blood and covered with cuts deep enough to show bone. He was barely breathing, torturous rattling breaths and his eyes stared dully at me as though he were already dead.
He must have come after me. I need to do something. I need to help him.
Hands touched me, making me flinch, stroking over my long knotted hair in a gentle caress that was worse than a thousand cruel touches, trailing down over my spine. A dark grey hand cupped my face. Desperately racking my brains for a plan, for some way out, I glanced round the room.
So it's the Orc behind me, the leader over by the instrument rack and the two bastards by the door. How the fuck am I supposed to fight four when I'm unarmed, gagged and bound? Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
The leader's voice echoed loudly round the room, "Let's start skinning him."
I yelled curses behind the gag as Skjor weakly struggled, trying to plead with my eyes, trying to divert their attention.
No, please. Not that. Just let him die quickly.
"Don't you want that, bitch?" The Orc slapped my ass hard as the leader walked over to join us, sharpening a small but hideously curved knife on a grindstone. The scraping sound echoed through my head. I shook my head desperately, tears springing to my eyes.
"How about a deal then, bitch?" The Orc's calloused fingers slid to cup my sex from behind, fingers starting to slowly grind against me. "You be a good little dog and fuck us all and we'll let your friend die before we take his pelt. Hmm?"
I whimpered behind my gag as the leader slowly looked my body over, that wicked knife in his hands. His eyes met mine and I pushed the fear back down. Skjor had been brave, so could I. I glared into those cold, cruel eyes. I am the Dragonborn, Companion and Thane of Whiterun and I will not break. The leader put down the knife, crouching down next to me, tilting my head up almost gently. His hand slid to my hair, brushing it to one side to expose my neck, then traced a feather-light path down my spine to my hips. The hand stroked over my flank and hip, mimicking the Orc's motions lower down, rubbing in persistent circles. I could feel my body starting to respond, despite my protests. "It would be a shame to waste her. Well, cunt? What do you say?"
I stared numbly at Skjor who took another shuddering, rattling breath, blood frothing out of the wound on his chest. The pool of blood on the altar had spread, one rivulet reaching to where I lay chained. It felt warm and sticky against my bare chest. Then I nodded. It's a small price to pay, really.
"Good girl."
Call of the Blood 10.3/?
Date: 2013-07-08 03:44 pm (UTC)Over my shoulder I could barely make out the huge black forms of two werewolves, clawing at the now shrieking Silver Hand members. Farkas and Vilkas, I thought numbly, as Aela was dropping her bow, in the midst of the painful process of transforming.
It didn't last long, the Silver Hand hadn't been prepared for the Companions furious onslaught.
I felt like sobbing with relief, vulnerable in a way I hadn't felt since my childhood. They came for us. We're going to be OK. They transformed back, blood dripping from their mouths and fingers, leaving them naked. Vilkas had strode out of my eye line, presumably to go pick up his and Farkas' armour, Farkas was crouched beside me, fiddling with a key to the locks on the chains and then ungagging me, guiding me to stand on numb, unsteady feet and pulling off the burning jewellery. And Aela...was sobbing and shaking Skjor and I realised that I hadn't heard a breath since Aela's arrows had pierced the bastards.
Oh.
Re: Call of the Blood 10.3/?
Date: 2013-07-08 04:00 pm (UTC)Re: Call of the Blood 10.3/?
Date: 2013-07-08 05:01 pm (UTC)Re: Call of the Blood 10.3/?
Date: 2013-07-09 12:34 pm (UTC)You might be waiting a while for the chocolate though, Igne's about to do something stupid... ;)
Still ecstatic OP!
Date: 2013-07-09 01:10 am (UTC)Re: Still ecstatic OP!
Date: 2013-07-09 08:07 am (UTC)Re: Still ecstatic OP!
Date: 2013-07-09 12:38 pm (UTC)Glad you're still enjoying my main of slow-cooked, slightly tender Vilkas with a side of grumpiness and a jus de stubborness OP!