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She trudged through the snow,\nbitter cold air constantly violating the holes, and underlying wounds, of her\nrough burlap robe.\n\nWordlessly, the two wolven servicaars carved their path through the expanse.\nThe older, larger thegne led with free hands; wearing an intricately patterned \nrobe suitable for the elements, while the younger, smaller initiate carried\nall the necessary tools and ingredients for survival on her back, her dull\nand bloodied iron sword hung from her belt, gently patting her leg with every\nfreezing, labored step.\n\nOnly servicaars displaying the greatest devotion were considered eligible for\na position within the royal guard; even if a warrior had slaughtered fifty men\nor rounded every wanted raider chief in the realm, he or she would still need\nto complete the rite.\n\nThe initiate must escort his or her superior thegn across the land, managing\nfood, shelter and safety to their superior to the finest detail, to risk life\nand limb, and to demonstrate utter subservience to their thegne in a sacred\ntribute to the Servicae and her chain of command.\n\nThe journey had been rough, though not as horrid as overheard rumors made it\nout to be. The skirmishes with bands of what looked to be prisoners, surely\nsent by high command to test the young wolf's skill in combat, proved to be\nan easy and somewhat enjoyable repose to the monotony of foraging and cooking\nshe had carried out for her thegne; their cries of suffering and begging words\nposing a nihilistic contrast to her superior's utter silence and indifference.\n\nBut that is all there was now.\nSilence, interrupted only by the sounds of boots steadily snow, accompanied\nby the painful weight of her pack.\n\nHours of travel passed until the two were met by a welcome change in scenery.\nA forest of snow capped pine trees lined the horizon, accompanied by small billows\nof smoke floating behind them.\nThe initiate smiled in relief. Despite losing pounds of weight herself, her thegne\nstrode confidently toward civilization, looking as strong and healthy as she had\nbeen at the beginning of their trek. There were only a few miles between the \nservicaars and a comfortable position within the royal guard.\n\nThe sun had just set as they made their way through the treeline; the initiate's\nexhausted step reinvigorated by the spell of pride that flowed through her body\nas the two traversed the scarcely moonlit forest.\n\n\"We stop here\" the larger wolf barked as she halted her step and turned to face \nthe initiate.\n\n\"As you wish, my thegne\" the young warrior returned as she set her pack onto\nthe frozen ground. \"why must we stop?\" she thought to herself. \"we are a mere mile\naway from warmth..\"\n\nNevertheless, the initiate must obey her command. She set out to building \na fire, assembling her superior's tent and sleeping mat, and finally preparing\nthe day's catch on a spit over the fire.\n\nThe two sat on logs around the crackling inferno, eyes closed, silently offering\ntheir prayers to the gods before beginning supper.\n\nThe larger wolf pulled a small vial from her robe, and sprinkled its contents \nonto her portions before scarfing down the meat with all the refinement of\na starved fieldpeasant.\n\nThe initiate's eyes darted back and forth from her own meager serving to\nthe unpleasant ravage before her, careful not to catch the thegne's own gaze.\n\nOnce her animalistic feast had concluded, the larger wolf stared at her lithe\nsubordinate as she finished her small meal. The initiate could feel the weight\nof her gaze as she rested her plate and utensils on the snow beside her.\n\n\"Rest now\" the large female commanded as she stood and entered her tent.\n\nThe initiate lifted herself from her log and used her feet to kick a clearing\nin the snow next to the fire, just large enough to contain her body.\nShe then dragged her pack over. It's contents were rigid and and angled,\nbut it would serve as a pillow just as it had for the many uncomfortable\nnights she had endured up until this point. The initiate laid and made \nherself as comfortable as she could. Her heavy eyelids would finally close\nto rest again, with images of her nonpareil future dancing across them, surely\nsummoning pleasant dreams in their wake.\nBody warmed by the fire, she drifted off.\n\nA firm kick to her rib tears the initiate back to reality.\n\"wake\" The large female commands, arms folded beneath her naked bosom.\n\"agh..\" The young warrior covers her side in pain before rubbing her eyelids\nand looking up.\n\"m-my Thegn!!\" she gasps in shock at her superior's naked figure towering \nabove her, dressed only in her boots.\n\n\"You have made it to the final segment, congratulations.\" The large female\nsays, not with the slightest hint of enthusiasm.\n\n\"Madam why are you-\" the warrior's inquiry is repelled by another kick to the\nrib.\n\n\"Not a word more. I have been given the task to raise warriors fit to provide\nthe utmost in service and valor to the nobility. The final gauntlet will not be\nan easy task to undertake, nor will it ever fade from your memory so long\nas you shall live. It will, however dull the nerves and suffering of any\nhardship you shall ever face. You will be broken to the core and then\nharden like the callouses on your fingers. You may choose to either \nrefuse my invitation and return to regular service, or you may accept\nand adopt a rank of the highest echelon.\nWarrior, you have made it this far, do you refuse, or accept?\"\n\nStill shocked by her first sighting of a naked female, the initiate's thoughts\nwere swimming in confusion. She closed her eyes and shook her head, gathering \nthe clarity to utter the following confidently.\n\n\"I accept, my thegn!\"\n\nThe larger wolf cracked a smile across her lips, the first time the initiate\nhad seen a proper expression on her face.\n\"So be it then..\"\nIlluminated by the orange glow of the fire, the large female rested her hands\non her somewhat protuding stomach. She grimaced as a guttural sound shook\nthrough her stomach, ending in a profane flatulance that made the young\nwarrior recoil.\n\"oooh.. perfect timing..\"\n\nThe initiate could only lay still in sickened, confused silence as her thegn\nplanted both of her feet at either side of her upper arms, her muscled legs\nsupporting her large, black hindquarters in a squatting position.\nThe larger female then shuffled her legs apart, affording a scandalous\nview of her winking, grey anus and vagina against the contrast\nof the white patch of fur that went from her stomach, to her nethers, to her\ntail.\n\nThe initiate was shocked beyond belief an act such as this would be enough\nfor the two to be taken from the army and hung for sodomy, though she\ncould only occupy the thought for a short time before the larger woman\npushed out a disgusting gust of wind.\n\nPPPRRRUUURFTtttT!!\n\"ooohh...\"\n\nThe young warrior jerked her head away and coughed, trying so desperately\nto rid her lungs of the foul air before inevitably drawing the fetid\ngas back in.\n\n\"ACk!! gk! Ahn!!\" She heaved in disgust as the larger woman quietly\nlaughed to herself darkly.\n\nThe initiate gathered the resolve to bear through the gas as she witnessed\nher own thegns.. unmentionable hole begin to leak a dark liquid, leaving\nsmall brown trails on her grey pucker as it dripped onto and stained the\nchest portion of the warrior's robe.\n\nThe small female grimaced and shut her eyes, unable to process the horrid\nprocess before her.\n\nAnother audible gurgle could be heard in the bowels in of the larger wolf.\nThe warrior quietly whined and once again observed her thegn's pulsating\nanus.\n\n\"Augh by the gods...\" the older wolf held her stomach in pain\n\"Open your maw, child..\"\n\nThe initiate sheepishly complied, the corners of her mouth curling into a\nquivering frown.\n\nPPFFttSCHHH!!!!\n\nHot rivulets of fecal juice and crumbs of warm shit shot right into the\ngaping maw of the defiled initiate, her formerly pale visage stained by\nthe profane, reeking matter. At once, the taste of her thegn's poorly\ndigested dinner-flakes set her throat ablaze with the burning, putrid taste\nof her acidic shit.\n\"uUUWAGH!!\" The warrior heaved and vomited in her mouth, eyes burning.\n\n\"hoo... Hgn SWALLOW!\n\nThe large wolf let out a long, gutteral fart that choked the air,\nmaking the initiate cough her vomit up through her lips, the liquid tickling\nthe side of her neck as it ran out of her mouth.\nShe desperately gasped for air, only to be met with that horrible, \npoisoned gas again that burned her eyes, throat and nostrils.\nHer gag reflex concedes, and her mouth is once again filled with sour vomit,\nbut the warrior manages to keep it contained, painfully swallowing, while\nher thegne rips a wet fart that ripples her asscheeks, peppering her face in\nshit fleks.\n\n\"NGh! now is the true test!\"\nThe older woman says with no small amount of joy as she squats lower.\n\"OPEN YOUR MAW. NOW!\"\n\nSniffling and gagging, the warrior does as instructed, dry heaving with every\nbreath.\nThe initiate grimaces pitifully as the larger wolf positions her fetid,\nleaking asshole squarely between the initiate's jaws.\n\n\"DONT YOU DARE COUGH THIS OUT. YOU WILL EAT IT ALL.\"\n\nThe initiates eyes widen in disgust when the larger wolf rips another\nfart, this one directly in her mouth. The warrior shuts her eyes and whimpers\nat the taste, then the temperature around her tongue shifts from warm to\nsweltering. She squints her eyes as the large wolf grunts and begins to push\na disgusting, thick turd into her mouth. The initiate immediately pukes when\nthe horrible brown mass makes contact with her tongue.\n\n\"huuUUlGhK\"\n\nBut the large wolf persists. She moans in satisfaction as she feels her rigid\nlog push up against the back of her victim's mouth. She sighs and stands up,\nlooking over her shoulder to observe her handiwork.\n\nThe initiate lay there sobbing, an impossibly thick, long and hard turd jammed\nbetween her jaws. The smell was enough to make the larger wolf hold her nose,\nbut alas, she needed to see this transformation through.\nShe crouched next to the tortured wolf and met her gaze.\n\nWhat a side to behold.\nShit juice ran down her cheeks, white teeth sunk in the thegn's unspeakable\nfilth. Her eyes burned with utter hatred and an unending flow of tears.\n\nThe large wolf smiled.\n\"Chew\".\n\nThe initiate closed her eyes and sobbed gently around the turd in her maw.\nSlowly, she gnashed the terribly rigid mass between her sharp fangs, unleashing\na wave of unholy flavors that quickly overpowered her senses.\n\n\"UUUwwGK\"\n\nThe large wolf enjoyed her suffering from a safe distance, watching those\nmighty jaws, the same ones who had earned many a glory kill in the arena,\nmunching her shit gave the thegne a joy greater than what she had\nsavored from this process with countless initiates before.\n\nGetting up from her crouched position, the large wolf noted the initiates\nprogress to this point, valiantly breaking up and swallowing that horrible\nmess till only half remained.\n\nWith her bootheel, she crammed the log directly down the warrior's throat,\nilliciting a desperate, bubbling gag and muted spray of shitvomit spewing\nfrom either side of the poor wolf's mouth.\n\nSatisfied with her work, the thegn lifted her now soiled boot out\nof the warriors mouth, crouched and proceeded to wipe the remnants of filth\nfrom her ass with the initiate's robe.\n\nShe stood and made her way back to the tent, removing her boots and taking\nspecial care not to dirty her fingers. as she moved the pelt entrance to\nher shelter, she took a final look back on the new Royal Gaurd.\nShe lay emotionless, face covered in horrid streaks of muck, shitvomit\ntrickling gently from her nose.\n\nThe thegn smiled to herself and retired for the night.\n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"The Rite
........
The past two gruelling weeks were displayed upon the young initiate's appearance
and gear alike; her eyes wary and exhausted, constantly stung by the harsh white
reflection of the expansive tundra before her. She trudged through the snow,
bitter cold air constantly violating the holes, and underlying wounds, of her
rough burlap robe.
Wordlessly, the two wolven servicaars carved their path through the expanse.
The older, larger thegne led with free hands; wearing an intricately patterned
robe suitable for the elements, while the younger, smaller initiate carried
all the necessary tools and ingredients for survival on her back, her dull
and bloodied iron sword hung from her belt, gently patting her leg with every
freezing, labored step.
Only servicaars displaying the greatest devotion were considered eligible for
a position within the royal guard; even if a warrior had slaughtered fifty men
or rounded every wanted raider chief in the realm, he or she would still need
to complete the rite.
The initiate must escort his or her superior thegn across the land, managing
food, shelter and safety to their superior to the finest detail, to risk life
and limb, and to demonstrate utter subservience to their thegne in a sacred
tribute to the Servicae and her chain of command.
The journey had been rough, though not as horrid as overheard rumors made it
out to be. The skirmishes with bands of what looked to be prisoners, surely
sent by high command to test the young wolf's skill in combat, proved to be
an easy and somewhat enjoyable repose to the monotony of foraging and cooking
she had carried out for her thegne; their cries of suffering and begging words
posing a nihilistic contrast to her superior's utter silence and indifference.
But that is all there was now.
Silence, interrupted only by the sounds of boots steadily snow, accompanied
by the painful weight of her pack.
Hours of travel passed until the two were met by a welcome change in scenery.
A forest of snow capped pine trees lined the horizon, accompanied by small billows
of smoke floating behind them.
The initiate smiled in relief. Despite losing pounds of weight herself, her thegne
strode confidently toward civilization, looking as strong and healthy as she had
been at the beginning of their trek. There were only a few miles between the
servicaars and a comfortable position within the royal guard.
The sun had just set as they made their way through the treeline; the initiate's
exhausted step reinvigorated by the spell of pride that flowed through her body
as the two traversed the scarcely moonlit forest.
"We stop here" the larger wolf barked as she halted her step and turned to face
the initiate.
"As you wish, my thegne" the young warrior returned as she set her pack onto
the frozen ground. "why must we stop?" she thought to herself. "we are a mere mile
away from warmth.."
Nevertheless, the initiate must obey her command. She set out to building
a fire, assembling her superior's tent and sleeping mat, and finally preparing
the day's catch on a spit over the fire.
The two sat on logs around the crackling inferno, eyes closed, silently offering
their prayers to the gods before beginning supper.
The larger wolf pulled a small vial from her robe, and sprinkled its contents
onto her portions before scarfing down the meat with all the refinement of
a starved fieldpeasant.
The initiate's eyes darted back and forth from her own meager serving to
the unpleasant ravage before her, careful not to catch the thegne's own gaze.
Once her animalistic feast had concluded, the larger wolf stared at her lithe
subordinate as she finished her small meal. The initiate could feel the weight
of her gaze as she rested her plate and utensils on the snow beside her.
"Rest now" the large female commanded as she stood and entered her tent.
The initiate lifted herself from her log and used her feet to kick a clearing
in the snow next to the fire, just large enough to contain her body.
She then dragged her pack over. It's contents were rigid and and angled,
but it would serve as a pillow just as it had for the many uncomfortable
nights she had endured up until this point. The initiate laid and made
herself as comfortable as she could. Her heavy eyelids would finally close
to rest again, with images of her nonpareil future dancing across them, surely
summoning pleasant dreams in their wake.
Body warmed by the fire, she drifted off.
A firm kick to her rib tears the initiate back to reality.
"wake" The large female commands, arms folded beneath her naked bosom.
"agh.." The young warrior covers her side in pain before rubbing her eyelids
and looking up.
"m-my Thegn!!" she gasps in shock at her superior's naked figure towering
above her, dressed only in her boots.
"You have made it to the final segment, congratulations." The large female
says, not with the slightest hint of enthusiasm.
"Madam why are you-" the warrior's inquiry is repelled by another kick to the
rib.
"Not a word more. I have been given the task to raise warriors fit to provide
the utmost in service and valor to the nobility. The final gauntlet will not be
an easy task to undertake, nor will it ever fade from your memory so long
as you shall live. It will, however dull the nerves and suffering of any
hardship you shall ever face. You will be broken to the core and then
harden like the callouses on your fingers. You may choose to either
refuse my invitation and return to regular service, or you may accept
and adopt a rank of the highest echelon.
Warrior, you have made it this far, do you refuse, or accept?"
Still shocked by her first sighting of a naked female, the initiate's thoughts
were swimming in confusion. She closed her eyes and shook her head, gathering
the clarity to utter the following confidently.
"I accept, my thegn!"
The larger wolf cracked a smile across her lips, the first time the initiate
had seen a proper expression on her face.
"So be it then.."
Illuminated by the orange glow of the fire, the large female rested her hands
on her somewhat protuding stomach. She grimaced as a guttural sound shook
through her stomach, ending in a profane flatulance that made the young
warrior recoil.
"oooh.. perfect timing.."
The initiate could only lay still in sickened, confused silence as her thegn
planted both of her feet at either side of her upper arms, her muscled legs
supporting her large, black hindquarters in a squatting position.
The larger female then shuffled her legs apart, affording a scandalous
view of her winking, grey anus and vagina against the contrast
of the white patch of fur that went from her stomach, to her nethers, to her
tail.
The initiate was shocked beyond belief an act such as this would be enough
for the two to be taken from the army and hung for sodomy, though she
could only occupy the thought for a short time before the larger woman
pushed out a disgusting gust of wind.
PPPRRRUUURFTtttT!!
"ooohh..."
The young warrior jerked her head away and coughed, trying so desperately
to rid her lungs of the foul air before inevitably drawing the fetid
gas back in.
"ACk!! gk! Ahn!!" She heaved in disgust as the larger woman quietly
laughed to herself darkly.
The initiate gathered the resolve to bear through the gas as she witnessed
her own thegns.. unmentionable hole begin to leak a dark liquid, leaving
small brown trails on her grey pucker as it dripped onto and stained the
chest portion of the warrior's robe.
The small female grimaced and shut her eyes, unable to process the horrid
process before her.
Another audible gurgle could be heard in the bowels in of the larger wolf.
The warrior quietly whined and once again observed her thegn's pulsating
anus.
"Augh by the gods..." the older wolf held her stomach in pain
"Open your maw, child.."
The initiate sheepishly complied, the corners of her mouth curling into a
quivering frown.
PPFFttSCHHH!!!!
Hot rivulets of fecal juice and crumbs of warm shit shot right into the
gaping maw of the defiled initiate, her formerly pale visage stained by
the profane, reeking matter. At once, the taste of her thegn's poorly
digested dinner-flakes set her throat ablaze with the burning, putrid taste
of her acidic shit.
"uUUWAGH!!" The warrior heaved and vomited in her mouth, eyes burning.
"hoo... Hgn SWALLOW!
The large wolf let out a long, gutteral fart that choked the air,
making the initiate cough her vomit up through her lips, the liquid tickling
the side of her neck as it ran out of her mouth.
She desperately gasped for air, only to be met with that horrible,
poisoned gas again that burned her eyes, throat and nostrils.
Her gag reflex concedes, and her mouth is once again filled with sour vomit,
but the warrior manages to keep it contained, painfully swallowing, while
her thegne rips a wet fart that ripples her asscheeks, peppering her face in
shit fleks.
"NGh! now is the true test!"
The older woman says with no small amount of joy as she squats lower.
"OPEN YOUR MAW. NOW!"
Sniffling and gagging, the warrior does as instructed, dry heaving with every
breath.
The initiate grimaces pitifully as the larger wolf positions her fetid,
leaking asshole squarely between the initiate's jaws.
"DONT YOU DARE COUGH THIS OUT. YOU WILL EAT IT ALL."
The initiates eyes widen in disgust when the larger wolf rips another
fart, this one directly in her mouth. The warrior shuts her eyes and whimpers
at the taste, then the temperature around her tongue shifts from warm to
sweltering. She squints her eyes as the large wolf grunts and begins to push
a disgusting, thick turd into her mouth. The initiate immediately pukes when
the horrible brown mass makes contact with her tongue.
"huuUUlGhK"
But the large wolf persists. She moans in satisfaction as she feels her rigid
log push up against the back of her victim's mouth. She sighs and stands up,
looking over her shoulder to observe her handiwork.
The initiate lay there sobbing, an impossibly thick, long and hard turd jammed
between her jaws. The smell was enough to make the larger wolf hold her nose,
but alas, she needed to see this transformation through.
She crouched next to the tortured wolf and met her gaze.
What a side to behold.
Shit juice ran down her cheeks, white teeth sunk in the thegn's unspeakable
filth. Her eyes burned with utter hatred and an unending flow of tears.
The large wolf smiled.
"Chew".
The initiate closed her eyes and sobbed gently around the turd in her maw.
Slowly, she gnashed the terribly rigid mass between her sharp fangs, unleashing
a wave of unholy flavors that quickly overpowered her senses.
"UUUwwGK"
The large wolf enjoyed her suffering from a safe distance, watching those
mighty jaws, the same ones who had earned many a glory kill in the arena,
munching her shit gave the thegne a joy greater than what she had
savored from this process with countless initiates before.
Getting up from her crouched position, the large wolf noted the initiates
progress to this point, valiantly breaking up and swallowing that horrible
mess till only half remained.
With her bootheel, she crammed the log directly down the warrior's throat,
illiciting a desperate, bubbling gag and muted spray of shitvomit spewing
from either side of the poor wolf's mouth.
Satisfied with her work, the thegn lifted her now soiled boot out
of the warriors mouth, crouched and proceeded to wipe the remnants of filth
from her ass with the initiate's robe.
She stood and made her way back to the tent, removing her boots and taking
special care not to dirty her fingers. as she moved the pelt entrance to
her shelter, she took a final look back on the new Royal Gaurd.
She lay emotionless, face covered in horrid streaks of muck, shitvomit
trickling gently from her nose.
The thegn smiled to herself and retired for the night.
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