Darkthorn’s Blog

As night fell the general went to take Julia from her cell. She had been drugged continuously, but the ether was beginning to wear off. He had left orders for her to be awake for the tortures he had planned. The key turned in the lock and the general walked in, grabbed Julia roughly by the arm and threw her bodily from the cell to be held by the guards.

“So bitch, how does it feel to be going to your death, with no one remembering your name or face. A blank nobody.”

Julia was in shock, she could say nothing. She could see the horrible thoughts of the general reflected in his greedy eyes. Her life was to be cut short just as the King’s had, she was worthless.

“You don’t have much to say. Let me tell you what I’m going to do. First I’m going to strip you of those rags and bloody you just enough that the bears and wolves will come.”

Julia righted herself and spat in his face. The general ripped some cloth from the bottom of her night dress to clean his face, displaying her upper thighs. With his right hand, the general knocked Julia unconscious with a blow to her head.

The long climb down from the tower was novel for the guards. More used to the rounded saucy wrenches of the local taverns, this lithe young woman with her body thrown over the general’s shoulder was a feast for the eyes of the lustful guards. The general had promised that their loyalty would be rewarded by the quenching of their inner desires. When they reached the stables, the guards held Julia willingly as the general mounted his horse, then threw her over the pommel of the saddle, the air causing the remains of her skirt to fly upwards.

The ride to the border lands would be long and hard, they would reach the woods soon after midnight, even with a stop at the little village just on the outskirts. It was made up of farms, and the villagers would not question men dressed in the king’s colors, even with a semi naked woman in tow. The trees followed the bottom of a valley to the hills, where the woods ended. A swath had been cut down to show the borders. The woods carried on for many more miles, most never having been seen by human eye. It was said that they contained a city of elves that would kill any man that was found on the wrong side of the border.

Julia had been out cold for most of the ride, but woke when she heard the soft lowing of cattle. Her view was distorted, she was almost upside down on the horse and one of her eyes was swollen shut from the force of the earlier blow.

“You say a word, and I’ll make things even more unpleasant for you.” Said the general.

Julia wondered how things could get any worse as she lay across the saddle, the jolting movement making her feel sick. When the horses stopped, she noted blearily that there were only three riders, the other two must have stopped in the village for supplies. They were in the woods now, Julia knew that even if she screamed, no one would hear her. The general dismounted, gesturing that the guards could remove her from the horse. Her hands and feet were tightly bound with rope, and she was propped up against the tree, the men leering at her from the shadows cast by the moon. She struggled to remove the rope with no avail. The general and his two men sat by a small fire they had made, waiting for the other men to get back. Their quiet discussion and frequent glances in Julia’s direction lit a fear in her heart that pierced through the numbness that had held her through her week of solitude. Julia wondered what the other men had been sent to collect, by the position of the moon it was getting on towards midnight. She drowsed for what felt like a moment, waking to the sounds of the others returning. The five men huddled around the fire but Julia was far from the warmth. She was cold and at this rate was not going to make it through the night without catching a deadly flu. She shivered, drawing the attention of the men.

One of the men spoke to the general in a soft voice, Julia could just make out what he said, “So Cimon, which of us should go first?”

With a sly grin Cimon moved closer to Julia, “I think I will have the pleasure of being first and last with this bitch.”

The other men stepped into the moonlight and Julia became frantic. The village had supplied some branding irons, and their red-hot tips glowed. As Cimon unbuckled his belt the others gathered close, untying some of her bonds. As Julia took all this in she couldn’t help whimpering although it was muffled as the gag was still firmly in place. Her arms were still tied, but as Cimon moved closer she realized her legs were free and quickly brought her foot up. She pounded it into Cimon’s crotch as hard as she could and he fell back in agony, clutching his man-hood.

“You slut, I’ll kill you for that!” Cimon reached for his blade, tears forming in his eyes from the pain.

“Hang on Cimon, we still want to have our fun first.” The young man with the iron whispered.

Cimon, still holding fast to his crotch said in a quivery voice “Ok, just a little then, I want her dead.”

Julia was fighting for her life, but the other men were too strong. They grabbed her ankles and splayed her out onto the tree with the ropes. Julia was helpless. One of the soldiers bent over her and placed a sharp knife to her throat. Julia thought this was it, but to her dismay the man pulled it along the lining of her dress. He picked it up and placed it in the fire, leaving Julia completely naked and very cold. It seemed like she was surrounded.

The man holding the iron stood over Julia and in a menacing voice that chilled her soul said “Where do you want it, slut?”

Julia was crying now as the man moved in and placed the iron on the soft skin of Julia’s right upper thigh. The smell of burning flesh mingled with the sweet night air. Then the man placed the iron on her pert breast, covering her nipple. The other two men began to kick her. Julia could hardly control herself, the pain was so great. She tried to yell, managing only a weak murmur. Cimon came back into Julia’s pain-narrowed view, he positioned himself against her, pressing her tender flesh into the tree. His elbow clipped her head and she mercifully passed out.