0 comments/ 103183 views/ 7 favorites Dark Fantasy By: Dark-Intent By the time I had turned sixteen my body was all woman and now at 18 it was built for sin, my tits where huge bigger then Pamela Anderson's and at five foot eleven inches tall I was all curves without an ounce of fat on me. I hit puberty at 13 and developed practically over night and started to like my body. Then I noticed how men and boys looked at me and how a lot of girls where jealous and some even admiring. I started to dress to show my body, pants got tighter shorts got shorter and skirts almost non existent, I started wearing things like fashion corsets, halter tops, crop tops and vests, but my favourite top was a skin tight tank top I would wear whenever washing my mother and step fathers car it barely covered my ample tits and showed miles of cleavage. Whenever I wore is every boy in our street would watch me so would my stepfather and stepbrother which excited me. By the pool soaking up the summer sun wearing my thong bikini I opened my eye's and saw my brother in the pool watching me, it was clear that he was jacking off, fantasying about ramming his rock hard cock into my slick cunt till he blew his load in me. He didn't know I could see him as I was wearing sunglasses. The tiny thong covering me was getting very wet and images flooded my mind of him pumping my cunt, my ass, my tits, my mouth and Cumming all over me. I found myself getting more and more horny and I rose from the deck chair I had been laying on and headed to my room, I shoved the door closed but didn't lock it I was to horny. I went to my closet and reached up to the shelves I felt around and pulled down the dildo I had brought online, I dropped it on my bed and stripped off quickly. Then I got onto the bed on all fours and turned the dildo on then pushed it deep inside my dripping wet cunt. I began to thrust it into me hard and fast and moaned softly, I knew no one would here me moaning the walls where to thick. This wasn't the first fantasy I'd had about my stepbrother and it wouldn't be the last. I felt my body weaken as my pleasure got more intense and I stopped for a second and dropped onto my back I grabbed hold of the dildo again and went right back to thrusting it into me hard and fast, I writhed on the bed and thrust my hips at the dildo, to me it was my brothers cock and not a machine, I'd wanted to fuck him since he'd first moved into our house but never had. He wasn't the only one I had fantasized about I'd also fantasized about my step father, they had started after I walked into the pool house jacking off when I was about fourteen and had seen his huge cock it had to be at least ten inches. That very night I'd brought myself to orgasm using my fingers and imaging he had me on all fours and was fucking my then virginal cunt with his huge cock right in the middle of the living room. My free hand gripped the bed as a climax thundered through my body, I flooded the bed with my juices and I left the dildo in whirring away and smiled as the feelings of the orgasm and the fantasy slowly passed. Mark my step brother was two years older then me and had a body like a god, his legs where well muscled, he had a lovely tight ass, the perfect six pack a beautifully defined chest, he biceps showed just the right amount of taught muscle and his broad shouldered defied describing. My stepfather Pete was just the same and both had model looks and judging from what I'd seen of Mark in his Speedos he was at least as big as his father. I redressed and went to my bathroom and washed my dildo off then put it back in it's hiding place. I headed back down to the pool, I knew what kind off effect the skimpy two piece could have with my body but that's why I'd brought it to tease both Pete and Mark and it seemed to work. The top only just covered my tits and the thong showed my firm ass. By the time I had got down to the pool Mark had stopped Jacking off and was laying down by the pool dozing, I laid back down in the deck chair and closed my eye's. I'd slept with a couple boys in the past but they'd always blown their loads way to fast and left me feeling unsatisfied and still horny. My stepfather Pete had married my mother for her money and she'd made sure he'd signed a pre-nup before they married stating that if he divorced her he'd get none of her money. I'd once heard him on the phone to a friend of his; I'd been listening in on another line. He'd said to this friend that sleeping with mum was like sleeping with a dead fish and that she was so damn loose he couldn't feel a thing. I hung up the phone and smiled then thought well if he's so big how loose is she. Since I'd become such a hottie things between mum and I weren't good, she was extremely jealous of me and had, had surgery to make herself look young again, she'd been lifted, tucked had her tit's made larger and all the fat sucked out of her ass and thighs and she'd started dressing like me she looked hideous. There where also the comments like I was a slut I dressed like s slut and they where the nicer things said. I had a body built for sin and I wanted to use it to pleasure both Pete and Mark, but I would never make a move on them after all one was married to my mother and I wasn't that forward. As I laid there I thought back to one of my darkest fantasies, it involved Pete and Mark taking me and fucking me by force at first. I had it written it in detail in my journal. Thinking about the fantasy was making my hot all over again so I rose from the chair and dove into the clear blue water and began to swim laps, some time later I stood up in the shallow end and looked around to see that Mark was walking inside. As I was to later discover Pete and Mark where making plans to have me for the whole week my mother was to be in France. All of us knew mum's business trip was a cover for her to fuck her lover for a week without worrying about being caught, as I was also to discover there where camera's in my bedroom and bathroom and that Pete had them installed right around the time I'd started developing, and that he and Mark would record me and watch me. I would also discover that the old bomb shelter in our back yard had been converted into Pete and Mark's private sex den with equipment for bondage and for pleasure and pain. The next night after we'd seen her off at the airport and she was more then halfway to Paris, I decided to go out and find a man to sleep with so I dressed in a skirt that only just covered my black lace thong clad ass, and I corset that made my huge tits look bigger. I knew that without my mother about I'd be able to get out wearing this and would even be able to find a guy without her ruining it for me. Both Pete and Mark had gone out to get themselves dinner or so I thought and I'd made it to the front door and was about to open it when powerful arms grabbed me from behind. A cloth was clamped over my nose and mouth and blackness rushed through my head and I passed out. A while later I woke in a dimly lit room and saw items such as paddles, whips, ball gags and leather strapping among other things as well as certain item's to bind a person to and into. I also saw video cameras all around the place with glowing red lights I knew they where on and recording. My hands where in handcuffs I pulled at them, a bolt of fear and also a thrill coursed through me. I saw two pairs of dark eye's watching me from within the shadows. Then I heard a whispered voice I recognised right away as Pete's I trembled as he spoke. "Jade you will be mine and Mark's sex slave and toy for the next week while your mother is away, we will fuck you however we want whenever we want, whether you want it or not, now this is what's going to happen you are going to be freed of the hand cuffs and you will strip for us. Once you are done you will then turn around and have your hands re-cuffed to the poll they are cuffed to now. Don't try to run don't try to scream or you will be punished." My brother came out of the shadows with the key in his hands and un-cuffed me I went to run but he grabbed me by the hair and slapped me across the face hard and he said. "Next time you try that it won't be a hand it will be a whip." Then he let me go and sat back in the shadows. I heard the whir of a number of VCR's recording and stood there for a few seconds before I heard Pete once again. "Strip now bitch." I was scared but I began to dance and move and slowly started to undo the lacing to the corset. I fumbled with it as it came off and dropped it to the floor. Then I danced really sexy as I slowly unzipped he skirt and let it fall to the floor. I heard a couple of soft moans as I slowly peeled off my black lace thong leaving only my stiletto heels on. I turned around and placed my hands on the poll once more facing away from them,. My heart was pounding and I was really scared my darkest fantasy was finally looking like coming true and I wanted it but I didn't. I was so confused. Mark handcuffed my hands low to the poll and returned to his seat. "Bend over we want to see your cunt." Pete said quietly. I stayed standing upright hesitant and went to say something then he spoke again. "I fucking said bend over, I told you that you are ours for the next week and you will do what your told or be punished do you understand?" I said nothing at all then I heard a whip crack and he spoke once more. "I said do you understand me?" "Yes.' I whispered. "Good now bend over." I bent over slowly and they got their first look at my bald cunt I swayed my hips a little becoming so hot because I was showing my step father and brother my cunt and ass and wanted to feel one of their cocks intruding into me.. "She's so fucking hot, god look at her she's wet she wants it bad dad. I want to pound her so bad." "You will get to Mark." I was scared and part of me didn't want this to happen but I was getting wetter by the moment. Pete got up and stepped up behind me, he grabbed hold of my tit's and began to play with the nipples which where hard to begin with and got even harder as he played with them. He pressed his cock to my clit and began to rub it along me, I felt him harden as he did and I moaned softly, soon he was rock solid and felt like a horse. I moaned louder from the stimulation and all my fears evaporated. I wanted him to fuck me till I screamed with pleasure, I wanted it so bad I tried to force his cock into my pussy but he pulled back enough that I couldn't causing me to moan in frustration.. "Such I horny little slut aren't you." He said and I moaned in reply. "I hope your ready for this." My fears returned I knew what was about to happen. I was about to say no when he slammed all of his thick ten inch cock inside me right up to his balls, I cried out in pain and he held himself there for a while. I could feel his balls against the backs of my legs. "OH GOD you're so tight, not like your mother. I know you can feel every inch of me and I can feel every inch of you…" I couldn't hear his next few words they where drowned out by a groan from me. "You've never had such a big cock in you before have you? I know you're not a virgin I have watched you." I shook my head and he pulled his cock back so that just the first quarter inch of his head was buried inside me, then he slammed his cock back into me. I could feel his balls on my legs as I cried out in pain once again. He started to thrust in long slow thrusts pulling himself almost all the way out and plunging his cock back into me, every thrust he made sure he was fully inside me. I moaned softly I could feel myself reacting to him and it was feeling so much better then how I'd imagined it would He grabbed my hair and yanked my head back and whispered in my ear. "Moan for me moan louder then you do when you fuck yourself with that dildo. I want to hear how much you like being taken like you are." How did he know about the dildo I wondered and as if on cue a TV flickered on and there I was naked on my bed from the day before fucking myself. My eyes where transfixed to the screen and seeing myself turned me on even more, I began to moan loudly as each of his thrusts became more and more pleasurable to me. Mark appeared naked in front of me and began jacking off his cock was rock hard. Pete started to ram his cock into me harder and faster as he drew closer to climax. I felt myself getting closer as my cunt tightened around my father's huge cock. It made the sensations more intense. "OH GOD fuck me harder daddy please fuck me harder make me wail make me cum so hard I scream." Mark came all over my face and I licked his cum off my lips and smiled slightly. "Your such a tight little whore aren't you? You're my little whore now." Pete said "Yes I am, treat me like your whore, fuck me hard." I moaned I couldn't believe what I was saying to my stepfather but I liked it. My orgasm was building fast now and I felt myself tighten around him more as my whole body reacted to him. "Your so fucking close I can feel it." Pete said, he thrust hard and fast a few more times then he pulled out and came all over my back, my ass, my cunt and my upper legs. I cried out as he pulled out of me and I pleaded with him. "Please finish me off just a few more thrusts I swear." He laughed and stepped away from me. Mark had vanished once again. I heard the whirr of my dildo being turned on then I felt it being placed against my swollen clit, I had no idea if it was Pete or Mark who had hold of it and didn't really care either. Whoever was holding it started rubbing it against me and it only took a few passes before I came myself. It came in hard shudders and I moaned wildly and began to fall as my legs weakened. I felt a strong arm grab me around the waist and support me till a stool was placed under me. Mark appeared in front of me once more with a stool of his own and sat down on it positioning himself so that his half soft cock was right at my mouth. The dildo was taken away and Pete spoke once more. "Wrap your legs around the stool legs to spread yourself wider and use the foot rails to put your feet on." I did as I told and I discovered that it was more comfortable for me. After I did the dildo was pushed deep into my cunt and left there on high. I took Marks cock into my mouth and began to suck it. "Fuck yourself with the dildo while you blow me." Mark commanded as he un-cuffed one of my hands. My hand moved back and I grabbed hold of the vibrating dildo and began to plunge it into my wet cunt in deep thrusts. I felt Mark fill my mouth as he became rock hard again and I had some trouble fitting him into it, my lips where stretched to capacity. He grabbed me by the hair and pushed me all the way down onto his huge cock, his head slid down my throat and I began to cough and gag, my throat spasmed around his head, he held me there for only a few seconds before pulling my head back then plunging me down again. Every time he did it caused me to jerk the dildo then he pulled his cock from my mouth roughly and spoke. "Is your ass virginal?" I didn't say anything and he repeated himself. "I said is your ass virginal? Have you ever been ass fucked? Answer me now" I shook my head and said that I'd never been fucked in the ass. "Not for long" he replied. He got up and walked behind me and knocked my hand off the dildo then he rammed his cock into my ass burring himself all the way in, the only lubrication was my saliva. I screamed out in pain as he did. He then began the pound his huge cock in and out of my ass, the pain started to subside and I soon found myself moaning again from the dildo vibrating away in my cunt and from his cock relentlessly pounding hard into me. His hands where on my hips pulling me back to meet him "Oh Mark you feel so good in me ooohhhhhhhhh." I saw Pete with the video camera he took a close up shot of the ecstasy on my face then he moved back and took close ups of marks cock sliding in and out of my ass, he kept the camera there. Mark slowed right down and began plunging himself into my ass in slow deep thrusts I was moaning wildly once more. In a fast movement he pulled out of me, pulled the dildo from me and shoved his cock into my cunt hard I gasped and cried out in pleasure as he did. Then he started again with his slow deep thrusting into me. I started to moan like a whore. "That's right moan for me. Oh yeah, your are so tight, ohhh you feel so good, ohhhh baby." "Oh god Mark, your so big ride me like your whore, fuck me hard, make me cum, ram your cock into me." He started ramming his cock into me harder and I moaned louder "OH god yes, show me how much you have wanted to fuck me, how long you have, pump my cunt Mark pump it hard, I am your slut use me…" My words where cut off by my powerful climax, I gripped the poll and my body shuddered hard I was unable to speak just to moan wildly and writhe under him and he hammered his huge cock into me. My cunt became really tight around him as my juices flooded his cock and oozed out each time he pulled back. My orgasm just kept coming and I screamed in pleasure, I couldn't believe how good the real thing was. He fucked me harder and faster as he drew close to cumming and I felt his cock swell in me. "That's right fuck me hard, blow your load into me, fill me up with it." I moaned he gave one last hard thrust and held his cock inside me as he started to orgasm, he was almost growling with pleasure while he did. It felt like someone was turning a fire hose on and off inside me and when he was finally done unloading his huge load into me he pulled out real slowly and whispered. "Sister you're such a good fuck better then I'd ever dreamt you would be." Pete set the camera back on it's tripod and un-cuffed my other hand. Slowly I stood up in front of them smiling softly my nipples where still hard and I spoke softly. "I'd always fantasised about this but I never thought it would be this good." I felt cum trailing slowly down my leg and Pete smiled. "Don't worry Jade it's not over by a long shot, you're a great fuck better then your mother every will be." He stepped up to me and kissed me pushing his tongue into my mouth and probing it deeply. Then he stopped kissing me and pulled back. "There is a bathroom over there clean yourself up then best get some rest tomorrow is going to be a long day." He went and put his robe on as Mark had done then he turned around and looked me over smiling. "I think I married the wrong woman, oh and you will find hand cuffs and a blind fold on the bed when we come back in the morning I want to see you in the cuffs and blindfold. The hand cuffs are attached to be the bed to." They left the room and I went to the bathroom and showered, after I was done I climbed onto the bed wet and hand cuffed my left hand to the bed. Then I put the blindfold on and I hand cuffed my right hand. It took me about five minutes to do so. It wasn't easy to do one handed. I quickly fell asleep and feel into dreams of sex and bondage. I woke sometime the next day to find I had been moved off the bed into something that had me strapped in and suspended in mid air. I still couldn't see anything as the blindfold was still on my eyes and I felt someone at my cunt liking sucking and teasing my clit and lips, I moaned softly and said "oh god that feels good is that Pete or mark?" no one said anything the efforts on my where only increased I felt a warm tongue circling my hole then diving in and out in quick movements. I began to moan wildly once again and I tried to push myself down onto the mouth. "Mark lift her blindfold for a moment let her see who is going down on her" Mark lifted the blindfold and I looked down to see a female look up and me and smile. The blindfold was replaced. "What's going on I am not gay, who is she make her st…" my protest was cut off by another moan. Dark Fantasy "To sleep, perchance to dream..." There is a fringe group within my local BDSM club scene known colloquially as 'The Roundabout Gang'. This group of twenty or so men and women, besides being members of the BDSM club I belong to, are also members of a swinger's club in town. When they attend functions at the BDSM club they will arrive en masse later in the night and don't usually mingle much with other members. Ever since it was first pointed out to me who this group was, I got the feeling of a very strong 'Us and Them' attitude prevalent. The view of those in the 'Us' group seemed to be that 'Them' (The Roundabout Gang) didn't play by any of the unwritten but inherently established 'rules' of BDSM engagement - the whole 'Safe, Sane and Consensual' credo often being cited. While I used to sit and silently listen to discussions like this, I did get the distinct impression many in the 'Them' group looked at 'Us' as being so orthodox in our views as to be almost as bad, if not worse than anybody in the Vanilla world - a world generally agreed by both 'Us' and 'Them' as a place from which we all wanted to escape. I enjoyed playing the BDSM games of the 'Us' group and felt comforted to be accepted as a part of that scene and its small rebellion from the Vanilla world I had long felt trapped in. However, as much as I felt comforted by the acceptance of my friends in the 'Us' group, I also felt rejected in equal amounts by 'Them'. It's difficult to put into words how this made me feel. I supposed the simplest explanation is I am a person who has always felt insecure unless I had the acceptance of everybody. I have an innate desire to make everybody happy and most of all, the people who probably care for me least. In short, I felt myself slipping deeper and deeper into a dark and lonely crevice between the two groups, much like the divide I by now felt separating me from the Vanilla world I'd once known. More than this, the 'invisibility' that used to stalk me and withhold the acceptance I craved in the Vanilla world had followed me into my BDSM world and it felt like nobody noticed or cared that I was falling from view. Themes of abandonment are strong in my darkest fantasies. In this particular fantasy, as I look up the ragged walls of the emotional ravine I've slipped into, I see my husband and our kinkster friends above. They stand on the edge of the precipice with their backs to me. I can at times hear them chatting and laughing; at other times, speaking ponderously about the nature of dominance and submission or making inane judgment calls on things that might define people into their neat, tidy compartments. At the top on the other side of this imagined abyss stand many men and women from The Roundabout Gang. None of their faces are really clear except for those of Julienne and her husband, Mike. In the past, whenever I saw them at the club, they always seemed to studiously avoid me as if my connection with the BDSM club and my friends in it branded me a pariah to 'Them'. Now, as I struggle before them so clearly in need of some kind of lifeline, their faces beam with wicked delight. A rope ladder is thrown down to me. I see it right beside me within easy reach. All I have to do is grab hold of it and climb out of the darkness -- to be rescued. It's a choice I have to make and one that frightens me. Below me, if I don't accept the escape offered, is the certainty of plummeting into the blackness of oblivion. Above me, the hands I see all calling me to grab hold of the ladder are the hands of strangers who I am sure would rather rape me than rescue me. But it's still my choice and mine alone to make. I look one last time toward the other side of the emptiness for any signs of a third choice, but there is none. The edge on which my husband and friends once stood has receded from sight; the sounds of their voices now nothing more than distant echoes. This might be all a dream except for the fact I fear any awakening before it's complete will leave me lost in the limbo it has conjured. I grab hold of the ladder and slowly begin my ascent. Or is it a descent? I'm climbing but at the same time there is a sensation of falling still deeper. My mind is reeling just as Alice's had when she fell into the rabbit hole portal to Wonderland. Things that were up are now down; big becomes small and the trivial, profound. My clothes fall away from me as I struggle in the direction of The Roundabout Gang. I can sense the energy of the conversations they're having. They're animated and filled with the sound of excitement, but nothing is clear to me and all I can hear is babble. As I near the top of the ladder, the hands that clawed the air reaching for me now have hold around my wrists. They are the large hands of strong men and I feel myself being lifted from the beyond. Or maybe they're the hands of women? My eyes are fully open but I can't see anything clearly. I'm completely naked by the time I'm lifted clear of the abyss. More hands grab hold of me. The only faces I can clearly identify are those of Julienne and Mike. She is saying something; I can't make out the words. I look at Mike's face and try to fathom what is being said. His mouth is moving too, but I can't hear anything. There's just the sound of my own pulse pounding rapidly and loudly in my ears. It's as if my head has been trapped inside an invisible cocoon. A blindfold is slipped over my head and I am plunged into total darkness - a frightening darkness. The last thing I can remember seeing is a glimpse of the inside of a large room. It's a room I've been in once before. A few years ago, when The Roundabout Gang had a BDSM night at their club and a few of 'Us' went along, just out of curiosity. Nothing happened there that wouldn't have happened at any of our regular club nights, but I spent the entire evening wondering 'what if?' Back then, I had felt free to dream my dark dreams because I was safely surrounded by my familiar kinkster friends. Now, as yet more hands of unfamiliar strangers grab hold of my ankles to carry me somewhere, I feel no such envelope of safety. I struggle and cry out, but no sounds penetrate the invisible bubble surrounding my head. Outside that bubble is the sound of a crowd of people. I can scarcely hear what they're saying above the din of the loud, pulsating music that fills their club, but I'm convinced it is talk of the perverse things they intend doing to me. I can feel fingers penetrating my vagina and then laughter. I'm suddenly acutely aware of my own wetness and the aroma of my arousal. The embarrassing assault on my senses causes my face and ears to burn. The hands on my wrists and ankles hold me spread and vulnerable as I'm carried through their club. I am totally disorientated in the darkness of my blindfold, but instincts tell me I'm being taken to one of the private rooms at the back of building. They're rooms I remember overhearing somebody talk about that one night earlier when my kinkster friends and I had visited their club. I never got the chance to actually see inside any of them, but heard enough to know it was where The Roundabout Gang 'initiated' all the new swingers. The very word itself - initiate - sent a chill down my spine. There was no doubt in my mind what was meant by it. I would be taken into one of those back rooms and gangbanged, probably restrained as well so I couldn't escape until everybody who wanted to use me had done so. And so begins my darkest fantasy... -------------------------------------------------------- Dark Fantasy: Manifestation Of A Dream "Henceforward I am ever ruled by you." -- Juliet (Shakespeare) You want to know what turned me on most about revealing my darkest fantasy? It was that moment when I first heard you ask whether I'd tell you a secret. Right then and there, in an infinitesimal moment, it was as if you'd already glimpsed all my deepest, darkest fantasies bottled up within me. After that, all that remained for me to do was loosen the cork so the dark genie of truth within my soul could escape. From that day on, I lived with an ever-increasing paradoxical sense of both release and tension. The dark fantasies that lurked in my heart were finally being drawn out and this gave me a sense of relief after such a long time of struggling to keep them contained. But at the same time was the tension and anxiety of the date you'd set. I had marked it discreetly on my kitchen calendar with a simple and almost imperceptible black dot on a Friday - the same Friday that was notable for being the beginning of a weekend that husband and family would all be away leaving me alone to act out the fantasy I revealed to you. There was many times leading up to that Friday when I felt compelled to tell somebody else besides you about what was planned. It was a desperate need and yet, every time I came close to confessing I felt the invisible hand of my fantasy genie pull me back. Outwardly, I must have looked as normal as ever and never once displayed any signs of the inner turmoil that gripped me. On the morning of that fateful Friday, I even laughed uneasily when the usual jokes were made about it being a thirteenth - lucky for some, unlucky for others. I sat in my car for a long while before summoning that final amount of courage to make my way up the stairs to The Roundabout Club. Julienne and her husband Mike didn't seem surprised to see me but they remained slightly indifferent until I explained I was alone and wanting to join their club. My hands trembled as I wrote my details onto a membership form. I can't even begin to describe how I felt when I finally had to complete my application by paying to proceed. The realization that it wasn't enough for me to simply be there willing to surrender myself to any pervert who might want to use me for their sexual pleasure. I had to pay for it with my own hard-earned cash, as if it was a bizarre kind of prostitution in reverse. Other club members had drifted in with a few stopping to ogle me. I vaguely recognized a few people, but most were strangers. Mike had one of them strip me right there in the foyer of the club, blindfold me, and then collar me so I could be led on a leash into the main area of the club. I was led to a booth within the club and locked inside, alone. A voice from outside told me to remove the blindfold, which I did, and I was confronted by a number of disembodied, half erect men's cocks dangling in through holes cut in the walls of the booth. It would be my 'function as the club's newest service slave', I was told, to suck and pleasure them all and not to allow any of them to ejaculate on the floor. I glanced around expecting to see a towel or something, but the small cubicle was empty except for me. The size of the confined space was such I was able to bend over and take one cock in my mouth while another penetrated me from behind. My hands held and gently massaged cocks that presented through holes in the walls either side of me. And this is how I spent the rest of the night. I swallowed lots and lots of filthy, anonymous jism that night but even so, my misjudged timing of when some would cum meant many ejaculated into my pussy (which then leaked it messily onto the floor) or spurted in from the sides into my hands and over my body. All-in-all, it was the most perverse and degrading thing I could possibly imagine happening and I'm still left with a lingering guilt over the dark secret pleasure I felt while doing it. -------------------------------------------------------- Dark Fantasy: Voyage To Elsewhere And Beyond "You remember that place between sleep and awake, where you can still remember dreaming? That's where you'll find me..." I love that quote. It's paraphrased from something Tinkerbell said in the movie 'Hook' and it resonates deeply in me. Daydreams are like that magical place, and I daydream constantly. So, when you asked whether I had to search deeply to find my darkest fantasy story, the answer is a resounding no. You asked whether it's the only fantasy I have, and the answer to that is also no, although I admit it's one that does frequently get looped in my mind's eye. However, it's one thing to have these fantasies swirling around in the erotic whirl of my daydreams but quite another to commit them to paper. I'm not a big reader of 'pop psychology' books that claim to offer the means to achieve everything from growing rich to understanding the cosmic beyond, but I do give some credence to the idea that the first step to making any dream come true is to write it down. That said, you first asked me to share a dark, secret fantasy with you, and the idea of this tantalized me. The delight wasn't simply in the fact I might share something so intimate and personal as an embarrassing secret fantasy, although this was a factor. A large part of the pleasure for me was in knowing by writing it down I was in fact taking the first step toward making my dark secret fantasy a reality, whether I wanted it to become real or not. Why would I want to do that? Could it really be true I actually want this fantasy to become real - to be stripped completely and forced into a situation where I might be humiliated in such a perverted and disgusting way? Obviously, the thought has been in my mind for a long time, otherwise the fantasy wouldn't exist to begin with. The mere fact that it does exist at all is enough evidence for even the most amateur of observers to think it's true and my defense of it, by guarding it as a secret, confirms the truth beyond doubt. As I sit here contemplating all this, I am aroused by the thought that confessing this secret to you requires me to trust you'll guard my secret as closely as I have guarded it. But what reason could I have to trust you at all? I mean, you're a total stranger and yet I am trusting with a small piece of information about me that nobody else on Earth knows. Perhaps I can rationalize it by pretending you don't really exist at all, except in the ether of the Internet, just as my fantasy now exists there. This delusion might hold true for a while, but deep down, just as I know my secret desire to be real, so too are you. In a sense I feel my fantasy has not simply been released like the genie from the lamp, but that it has been projected onto you. When it had been bottled up inside me, I still had some control over it but now? Now, my fantasy and by extension, my reality is in your hands and outside my control. Control is a word I hear a lot whenever anybody talks about dominance and submission. Many scene people will also talk about submission as being some kind of 'gift' that the submissive offers and that the dominant treasures. Perhaps I'm blithely revealing yet another dark secret of mine but for me, I am most aroused when I think of my control not simply being offered to somebody else as a gift, but to surrender it as one might do to a conquering victor. To throw myself completely at the mercy of them and abandon all hope, just as in the warning Dante had seen before entering the first Circle of Hell. Of course, all that really exists right now is the truth of my darkest fantasy and the trust I have you'll guard my secret. Neither is really significant on its own and unless a third element is added, the two might just as well not exist at all. To reveal the third element is to come full circle again and expose yet more truth about my darkest fantasy. That third element is 'betrayal' that could manifest in something tangible, such as your using your position of trust to blackmail me, or something more intangible such as fate or, to coin a favorite word of mine, 'serendipity'. By definition, serendipity is 'the act of making fortunate discoveries by accident'. Your discovery of my darkest desires could be said to be serendipitous, but that still isn't enough to explain how you came to make that discovery in the first place. It could never have been made unless I took the first step to lead you to that discovery. A longer, more poetic definition can be drawn from this quote, taken from John Barth's book 'The Last Voyage of Somebody the Sailor (The Sinbad Adventure)': "You don't reach Serendip by plotting a course for it. You have to set out in good faith for elsewhere and lose your bearings serendipitously." The notion of a life led without direction but full of serendipitous surprises is one that appeals to me deeply. Then again, maybe all this is now falling back into the realms of daydreams and the romantic notion that you will guard the secret I have shared with you. To do this overlooks the fact of what you asked me to do with my fantasy story, after I had written it down. You said I should print it out on a single sheet of paper, fold that paper to a small size, and then bury it somewhere. More than this, I had to bury it in a place where I might walk past it every day - a symbolic reminder of the dark, unfathomable desires that occur in my dreams. If this wasn't enough to send shivers of tingly delight through every nerve ending in my body, you concluded by asking how I felt about knowing it is there, in your words, "like a part of you waiting to be found?" Well, I not only buried my story as instructed, but I enclosed it in an airtight small plastic capsule. Thus buried (in a pot plant at a coffee shop I frequently visit at lunch times) it lies preserved like a time capsule and will remain in a pristine condition awaiting that moment of serendipity when somebody else, on their own personal voyage to elsewhere, might find it. Dark Fantasy You call me on your way home from work and tell me I have 30 minutes to shower and shave and dress before you get home. You tell me to wear my short black dress and no panties or bra and my high heels. You want my hair pulled up and my dress collar on; you tell me to make my face up nice and to wear your favorite perfume. I am to wait in the living room for you when I am finished. I hurry to the bathroom and shower and shave like you like me to then fix my hair and makeup and dress. I put my perfume on and turning to leave the bedroom I retrieve my dress collar and walk to the living room where I sit on the floor and await your return home. I hear the garage door open and you drive in and shut it once more. I hear you walk through the kitchen towards me. I cannot see you yet as I am kneeling with me knees wide and my ass resting on my heels. My back and neck are straight and my shoulders are pulled back thrusting my breasts out. My dress is pulled up revealing my pussy to you as my hands rest on my thighs and my eyes look down. I can feel your eyes on me as you check to see that I have done as you have asked. "Good girl," you tell me. "I hope you will be so compliant all night my pet." You pick up the collar and fasten it with the lock around my neck and tell me to rise. I gracefully rise and you tell me to follow you. We go to the garage and you open the passenger door for me. You tell me to lift my dress to my waist and sit down. I do as you instruct me to do and sit. You take my hands and cuff them above and behind my head to the head rest and then place a blindfold over my eyes. You go to your side of the car and get in and open the garage door and start to leave. As we are backing out of the garage and down the drive way, you spread my legs with your hand and feel my already wet pussy. You laugh a bit and tell me I may just enjoy myself this evening. We start our drive with you occasionally shoving your fingers into my pussy and then having me lick and suck them clean. One time as you are doing this, we slow and stop for a red light. With your other hand, you reach up and lower my blindfold so I can see the driver in the truck beside us looking down and watching your every move as you fuck my pussy with your fingers. You withdraw your fingers and place them on my lips as the driver continues to watch; you tell me to suck them clean and as my face reddens I do as you tell me. The light turns green and you replace my blindfold and we continue for a little ways. You pull into a parking lot and stop the car and come around to my side. You release my hands and help me out removing my blindfold. I look around and see several motorcycles; I look up and see the sign for the bar. We walk into the bar and I feel the eyes of everyone in the dimly lit room on me. You move towards one of the men toward the rear of the room and I move to follow you but you tell me to stay where I am. I hear you talk to the man and laugh with him but only catch parts of the conversation. I do hear something about the back room and I scan for the area you are talking about. I see a doorway leading to a second room with more tables and pool tables along one end. As I am looking around the room, behind me I hear the door open and the driver from the truck enters the bar as well. He approaches me but one look from you and he maintains his distance. You call me to you and tell me to give you my dress. I look at you and plead with you not to make me be naked in front of so many. You tell me again to give you my dress and that you have given me to this man for the evening. You will sit at the bar where I will always be in your sight but I am to obey this man and his friends for the rest of the evening. I take off my dress and hand it to you and turning your back you walk to the bar. The man you have given me to takes me by the arm and drags me into the back room. At first no one else is back there as he forces me to my knees and tells me to take his cock out and begin to suck it. I hesitate and then looking at you watching me I remove his cock from his pants and gingerly put it in my mouth. "Suck it you slut," he says to me as his hands go to my hair and shove my mouth over his cock. I look up and see that men are beginning to move to the back room to watch. I can hear them as they talk about me naked and doing as he tells me to do. "What a good whore." "I have never seen such a wanton slut." "I want to bury my cock in that cunt's pussy." I can hear myself being talked about as if I wasn't there; as if I was a piece of meat to be passed around. And it dawns on me that is exactly what I am to be this evening. I can hear the other men getting excited about having their way with me and hear them discussing what they want to do with me. My attention returns to the cock I am sucking as I feel it swell inside me as he cums in my mouth. He tells me to clean his cock off and I do. He then pulls me up by my hair to my feet and starts to pull and pinch and play with my nipples, pulling them out away from my body and watching me wince as they pop from his fingers. He backs me up against the pool table and tells me to get up on the table and spread my legs. I do as I am told and lay down on the table with my legs spread and my head turned to the side. His fingers explore my pussy and its wetness. He laughs and tells the growing crowd that I am most ready to be used. He backs away and the driver of the truck steps up and, undoing his pants and removing his cock, pulls me to the side of the table and impales me on his cock. "Look at me bitch," he says. "I have wanted to do this to you since I saw you teasing me in the car". I turn my head and look at him as he slams his cock in my pussy and his balls against my ass. He was already quite excited and before long he is cumming inside my pussy. He withdraws and brings his cock to my face and tells me to clean it off. As I am cleaning his cock off, another man steps between my legs and begins fucking my pussy. This continues for some time with me cleaning each man's cock after he cums. Occasionally, as one man is fucking my pussy another will put his cock in my face and tell me to suck it. And I suck it keeping rhythm with the man fucking my pussy. I lose track of how many times I have cum from the men using my pussy. My body is weak and pliant as one of the men says he wants to take my ass. I am helped onto my stomach with my knees up under me and my legs spread wide. The man crawls up on the table behind me and uses the cum oozing from my pussy to lubricate my ass before shoving his hard cock inside. The pain is the first sensation I have had in awhile and I jerk from the suddenness of it. He begins to move in and out of me and the pain turns to pleasure as I feel another orgasm rippling through my betraying body; my mind tells me I should not be enjoying this so but my body doesn't seem to understand that. A few more of the men mount me and take my ass filling it with their cum. It has been hours now since we came into the bar and I can barely move. It is almost time for the bar to close and as if in some kind of surreal dream I hear a couple of the men ask if they can fill all three of my holes at the same time. I do not understand what they mean until one of them gets on the table behind me and enters my ass guiding me over on top of him and towards the edge of the table. I am now lying so that my ass is filled with his cock and my pussy is at the edge of the table. My head rests near the edge on the side of the table. The man you gave me to at the beginning of the evening walks to between my legs and inserts his cock into my pussy as the truck driver forces his cock into my mouth. "Fuck my cock bitch." "Suck me dry you cum slut." "I want to fill your ass one more time with my cum." I can hear them all talking to me as their cocks begin to move in and out of me. My pussy and ass have never felt so full. My entire body feels as if it is one big sensation as it is filled with three cocks. The men also begin to play with my nipples as they slam themselves deep inside of me. I can feel my body responding to being so full even as I feel their cocks tensing as they begin to cum. As they finish and withdraw, I lay limp on the table, eyes closed and regaining my breath. I feel a touch on my arm and you are beside me. I try to get up to kneel before you but I can't and you tell me to lie there. You tell me what a good slut I have been for you tonight and how proud you are of me. You take me into your arms and hold me for a moment before slipping my dress over my head and smoothing it down over me. You help me off the table and carry my shoes as we make our way slowly out the door and to the car. Once I am settled in the car and you are in your seat and starting it, I look to you and tell you, "Thank you Master," before falling asleep as we drive home. Dark Fantasy Ep. 01 At the edge of the Shadowlands A great plain of grass lay bare and featureless across the northern, southern and western horizons. A soft fog hung over the plains like a draping ceiling, obscuring the vision of anyone who might dare to look to the distance. To the east, the gray clouds turned black, the grass turned to ash, and the fog thickened and turned into poisonous vapor. To the east was the boundary into the Shadowlands, where no human dared to venture too far into. It was a place of perpetual darkness, and the further one penetrated, the greater the perils and the evils became until you reached the gates of Hell itself. Not that the rest of the world had its dangers. A cold and viscous world it was, full of greed, lust and wickedness. The inhabitants of this world wouldn't have it any other way. Everything was still at the edge of the Shadowlands. It was vast, void and empty. So it was unlikely that a wagon creaked along being dragged by two horses where there were no roads. It was even more unlikely that a human was driving this lonely wagon through the grasslands. His frame hunched over, his eyes weathered and weary as the wagon trudged along. His lips were dry and cracking and his skin seemed pale, and his face had aged too much over the past few years. Inside the wagon were his buxom, beautiful and brunette wife and their two young children, who sat around crates and baskets of various loot that the old man had salvaged from some wreckage. The wife did not approve of coming this way, but her husband was also in debt to some powerful aristocrats who were hunting them. This was the only way they could travel northward without having to constantly dodge thugs and assassins. Though, there were much greater dangers if they ventured too far to the east and too close to the Shadowlands border. The man stopped his wagon abruptly and started digging around in the sack of supplies that sat next to him in the archer's seat. He found an old map and immediately opened it wondering just how far he had to go before he reached the Sea of Serpents. With his finger he traced his path along the border of Grodei Planes and the Shadowlands and estimated that he must have traveled at least two thirds of the way there. He took a deep breath ignoring his wife's nagging and continued on northward where in a day and a half, he should be greeted with the smell of saltwater. He slumped back over and dreamed of the riches he would get when he sold the sacred symbols he carried to the Cult of Qeullin whose temple sat on the edge of the Sea of Serpents. The man's head suddenly perked up as something became somewhat visible in the fog. The man's eyes narrowed and squinted as to his delight, just ahead in the distance was a broken down and more importantly abandoned wagon. He howled with delight, snapping the reigns so his horses would hurry over to the site of the wreckage. "What are you doing?" The wife hollered out to her husband. "There's a wrecked wagon, looks old to. There might be some good loot in it." The man laughed. "We should just keep going; I'm tired and want to get somewhere that we can set up camp and rest!" "Oh shut up woman! I'm doing business now!" After he snapped at his wife he quickly leapt off of his wagon and hurried over to the broken down one. The wind began to pick up, and the tattered canvas that covered the wagon began flapping in the southbound wind. It was a merchant's wagon, twice as long as the pilgrim's model which he drove. The front was completely busted down and the back of the wagon remained sticking into the air like the backside of a woman awaiting penetration. The wheels were also badly damaged, and by the holes in the sides of the wagon it could be easily deduced that this wreckage was the result of an orc attack, orcs who lived a little bit into the Shadowlands along with their kin of goblins. This made the man a bit nervous, but this wagon was attacked at least a year ago, and that gave him some comfort. The wind picked up even more, a storm was coming. The sky grew darker and a thunder crashed across the grasslands. The man was determined though, and climbed into wagon through the busted front. The floor was still stable as the wood hadn't rotted too badly. It was dark inside the wagon, and difficult for the man to see. It didn't help that the sky was growing darker by the minute from the on coming storm, but he could make out most of the wagon except the very back, which was obscured by pure black shadow. The man began his search of the wagon not finding anything; it had already been well looted by the orcs no doubt. Not finding a single item of value in the lighted area, the man turned and began to walk upward towards the back of the wagon. The wood floor creaked under each of his careful footsteps. He neared the black shadowed area and began to reach towards it to feel if there was anything beyond it worth taking. His hand slowly inched towards the shadow, and a chill ran up his spine. His skin began to sweat and his breath began to shorten. Just as he sensed something was wrong, two glowing red eyes appeared in the darkness. The man took a step back, and the last thing he ever saw, was the blades of two hand axes swing from the darkness meeting at his neck. Hearing a noise come from the wreckage the wife stuck her head out of the wagon to take a peak. She called out for her husband a few times but there was no answer. She climbed out of the back and stood on the drivers seat and hollering for him some more, but there was no answer. Instead, all that came out of the wreckage was her husband's decapitated head that came rolling out and landed in the grass in front of her wagon. The wife let out a shriek and turned to look inside the back to find a halfling holding two knives to the throats of her two children. "Move and the children die" the halfling told her coldly. The wife sat still for a minute before greedy self preservation kicked in and she turned out of the back of the wagon and leapt off of the driver's seat. The halfling quickly slit the children's throats making good on his word and darted out of the wagon as well to give chase to the woman. The wife ran as fast as she could the first direction she faced and looked back over her shoulder to see the halfling following behind. When she faced forward again she ran straight into a large green hand that wrapped around her throat. Her feet flew up in front of her and she was slowly lifted into the air by a six foot five half-orc. Although not as ugly as full blooded Orc, and having similar facial features to humans, half-orcs still had their massive frame and their putrid green skin color. The half-orcs's arm was fully extended and lifted the woman well over his head. She stared fearfully into his cold black eyes and watched as his long black hair, blew in the raging wind. The creature's free hand reached up grabbing at her clothes and ripping them from her body piece by piece exposing her naked flesh to the open air. The half-orc himself only wore a loincloth with two hand axes hanging from its sides. His hand reached up cupping and groping at her firm breast before being stopped by the halfling. "Hold it!" He yelled at his companion. "She is worth more on the Goblin Black Market if she is unhurt and fresh. You're too rough with women; you'll bruise and hurt her. Let her down and let me chain her. Then you need to throw the bodies of the young ones into the merchant wagon. I got quick look around inside at their haul, I think we hit a jackpot my friend." The halfling laughed. The half-orc begrudgingly nodded and dropped the woman to the ground where the halfling quickly ran over chaining her ankles and wrists and collaring her neck with an almost childish delight. Walking away the half-orc looked toward the east, gazing deep into its bleakness. Dario the halfling and Maultooth the half-orc. ~ The City-State of Kahn (West Gate) Kahn sat directly west of the Grodei Plains and sat as a gateway between them and emerging Borgo Mountains further to the west. Despite it being relatively small compared with the other City-States where the vast majority of the population resides Kahn was an important on it's own for two reasons. The first reason was its location as the gateway; the Masons Cult used the township for their merchant trades and the second being its library. The library stood at the center of the town on contained the majority of history books written in better ages across the continent. It was an ideal place for mercenaries to come looking for work, and that is exactly what Borden was coming for. The bald headed mercenary wore chain mail armor and carried a steel broadsword and kite shield with him. He had a long scar down his crown reaching to his forehead, a scar of honor from his battles with the hordes of the Shadowlands. His blade sheathed and his shield strapped to his back the mercenary entered through the open west gate into the city. He had spent much of his time in the wild and didn't care for the cramped feeling of the cities when he could be in the wide open spaces of the country side. Borden made his way through the crowd of people in the West Market only occasionally stopping to glance at the goods for sale by the various vendors. One in particular caught his interest. A vendor was selling a particularly well made iron mace. If he didn't all ready carry so much weight it would make for a decent second weapon. He needed a servant to follow him around if he wanted to keep the arsenal he wished for himself. A servant he couldn't afford of course. Stepping away from the vendor bumped into a young aristocrat. The aristocrat had was fairly ugly with a long nose and long chin. "Pardon yourself sir." The young aristocrat fearlessly and arrogantly commanded to Borden. When Borden didn't say anything but just walked away as if he heard nothing the young aristocrat scoffed and raised his nose. "The lower classes have no manners" he said to his companion, an older aristocrat with greying hair and handsome features. Both walked with canes and stood tall and straight. "You are a brat sometimes you do realize." The older aristocrat said to the young brat. The young brat just smirked and continued on walking the opposite direction of the mercenary he had just brushed with. His head bobbled to the one side a bit as he walked, his companion walking alongside him. "Why not come to the slave auction with me? You may see something you like?" The brat asked. "More than likely I'll be lending you coins." The companion laughed. The brat just shrugged at the comment knowing it's truth and made his way to the center of the West Market where a large wooden stage was setup. "A new race has been added to the legal slave trade now. It seems dwarves have fallen out of favor in a few of the other City-States." The companion nodded, "that they have. They can now join all half species under the collar. I await the day when full blooded elves are declared legal and not just half elves." "Too true" the brat agreed looking up at the stage. "Creatures of arrogance such as the elves deserve such. Speaking of creatures of arrogance, have you heard of Lady Selk's new slave?" The companion raised an eyebrow towards the brat, "I have heard murmurs of something." The brat smirked. On the stage were standing nude bodies both male and female of half-elves, their heads shaved and the points of the ears cut off. "It seems Lady Selk has taken in a half-orc slave, by the name of Rogra. She bought him as personal protection of her bodily self." "Half-orcs are good for that if broken in correctly." "Too true, too true. However there is rumor she may use it for sexual purposes as well." The brat chuckled. "I've never heard of anything so disgusting in my life." The companion said shaking his head in disbelief. "How powerful is this Rogra?" The brat took his eyes off the stage looking to his companion. "Jarred, the captain of the guards is frightened to death of him. She is using the half-orc to frighten Jarred into arresting and executing her enemies. Lady Olivia was arrested last night. She is to be given the slum treatment. Selk wants her publicly humiliated and destroyed. Olivia's husband Reynolds has disappeared. They think killed by Rogra." The companion stroked his chin listening to the young brat and nodded along. "She is becoming powerful. She is no fan of yours." The brat nodded, "nor is she an admirer of yours. That is precisely why I asked you out for this stroll today. Hugo Millington, my dear friend, we need to band together and find a way to eliminate her power." The companion nodded once more, "kill the half-orc and Jarred will become bold and exact his revenge on her for threatening him." The brat laughed looking back up at the stage. "Finding someone powerful enough to kill such a beast, that is the trouble. I like her on the left, lend me twenty gold coins will you dear friend?" The Brat and the aristocrat Hugo Millington. ~ The City-State of Kahn (Slums) The whore's lips glided up and down on the Fatman's cock. Called that because of his great weight and ugly face he was also the most powerful crime boss in the slums of Kahn. Sweating profusely he gritted his teeth watching the whore on her knees slobber over his dick taking in every inch she could shove down her throat. Her head slamming into his lap he grabbed the back of her hair ready to explode in her mouth. He made a few pig-like grunts before shooting a load into her mouth. Finished with her, he pulled her off him and shoved her away. Taking her cue the woman quickly stood up and left the room, wiping away what little cum escaped onto her chin and bottom lip. On her way out she passed by a man wearing a cloak and scarf concealing all of his face but his eyes. The Fatman had just pulled his trousers back up when the mysterious man walked into the room carrying a burlap sack. The Fatman waved the man in and motioned for him to sit in a chair across the desk from where he sat. The mysterious man declined and just tossed the burlap sack onto the desk. Puzzled at the sack the Fatman cautiously opened it revealing to him a severed head. "What in the Hell!?" He yelled out. "For the love of all that is gold man did you have to throw his head onto my new desk?" The mysterious man walked over to the window looking out at the misery that made up the life of the slums. Streets of mud and dirt, shacks, poor trash disposal and overwhelming poverty. "You wanted proof of the work." The man said. "But not on my new desk Hector. What do you think of my new office? I'm moving up in the world. Soon I'll be mixing with the aristocrats." The Fatman laughed covering the head back up and tossing into a chair. "I should put his head on display to let every cock sucker out there know not to fuck with me! Pay what you owe on time, that is my law." Hector ignored the Fatman, instead he just watched the people moving on the street going about their business as usual. Workers, pick pockets, beggars, whores, mercenaries all tried their best to blend in with one other trying not to catch the attention of the city guards. "You interested in more work?" Hector turned away from the window and faced the Fatman finally hearing something worth paying attention to. He moved over to the desk looking it over. It was decent wood, decently crafted, probably bought for cheap in the East Market. After scratching a itch at the corner of his eye Hector finally said, "yeah sure. When?" The Fatman smiled for a moment knowing that Hector never turned down work. Pulling a bottle of wine from a drawer the Fatman poured two glasses, setting one in front of Hector. "Tonight," he said putting the bottle away. "I need you to break into the city dungeon. Lady Olivia Reynolds is to be executed tomorrow. She is to be given the slum treatment. I imagine you remember the last one of those." When Hector gave no reply the Fatman continued, "her husband managed to sneak a cartload of money when he went into hiding here in the slums. He's offering it all to the man who kills his wife before daybreak tomorrow to save her from the humiliation she is destined to suffer. You're the only one who can pull it off, and it might be the most dangerous job yet. I'm willing to go half and half on the bounty." "How much?" "Fifty thousand in gold a piece. You pull this off you just bought me a mansion in the High End and a new wardrobe. I'll be a fucking aristocrat and also in your debt for a lifetime. Any other person would take that money and retire, disappearing in another City-State. I don't think you would though." Hector thought it over for a minute. He glanced back out the window and then responded, "I'll take the usual five thousand and you can keep the rest. I have no need for that much money. Now what about the payment for him?" The Fatman glanced over to the burlap sack and nodded taking a small pouch from the drawer of the desk and tossing it at Hector. Catching it, Hector turned leaving the wine offered to him untouched and made his exit. Alone, the Fatman started to giggle to himself thinking of all the money he was about to make. He could almost see it, piled in towering stacks upon his desk. His giggly fit however, was quickly interrupted when the bartender walked in and knocked on the wall. "What is it?" The Fatman snapped. "There is this really creepy guy out in the saloon. I'm not sure if we should toss him out or what." The bartender explained. "Does he have money?" "Well, yeah he does boss." "Then let him stay and drink you ignorant cock sucker!" The Fatman stood up walked over to the chair with the burlap sack on it. He picked up the sack, took out the head and finally threw the head at the bartender. "If they have money, we serve them." The bartender tried to dodge the head but was struck in the shoulder. "But he wants a room overnight, with a whore and none of them will go near him." Annoyed the Fatman took in a deep breath then stormed out of his office. It was the back room of a two story saloon and inn that was right in the center of the slums. The bartender quickly pointed out the man in question. Sitting at a table alone, holding a massive five foot sword was an old warrior in heavily damaged leather armor. His hair long and dark gray and his face rough. He sat silently while the other patrons of the saloon sort of watched him with both fear and curiosity. On the table sitting next to him was a large sack of gold coins, sitting their openly yet no one had dared to try and take it. The Fatman instantly recognized the man's oddity to which everyone objected. His eyes were a pure white, no color not even a pupil. He was blind. Scanning the room the Fatman finally yelled out, "Gloria, take him up to the room and keep him company. He's a paying customer after all." With that the Fatman turned and went back into his office, the bartender shrugging went back to behind the bar. Gloria, a young prostitute still new to the lifestyle made her way over to the blind warrior's table. She played with her wild red hair a bit unsure of what to say to the man. "Would you like to come upstairs mister?" Gloria finally asked. "Yes," the man spoke in a gruff voice. He stood up taking his sword and sack of gold. Gloria reluctant, gently took hold of the blind warrior's belt and led him upstairs to a room. Once inside she locked the door behind them. The man leaned his sword against the wall then put the sack of gold inside the drawer of a cabinet inside the room. Gloria was amazed by how well he was able to find his way around just by guiding himself with his hands. He seemed to almost have a sixth sense about things. He slowly and patiently removed his armor setting each piece on the floor by the bed and then the small amount of clothing he wore under it. Once undressed, he found the bed and sat down on it waiting for her. Dark Fantasy Ep. 01 Gloria pulled her plain, tattered dress up over her head and set it aside. If the old warrior could see, he would find her young skin still unmarked and fresh from the harsh life that the women of saloons had to endure. He would see her long red hair, cascading down to her back and over her supple breasts, and the red patch between her legs. She kneeled in front of him, taking his dangling flesh in her hand stroking it softly. Running her hand up and down the shaft she leaned forward pressing her full lips to the tip of his cock. The tip of her tongue licked at the head until she slid it into her hot mouth. Now solid and hard, Gloria continued to stroke him, all the while running her tongue up and down it's length. The warrior laid back slipping into a state of relaxation. She crawled up further, now sliding his entire length into her embracing mouth. Her hand pumped the base of the shaft furiously while she bobbed her head up and down sucking hard on the head. She let out soft moans, ramming the cock to the back of her throat taking as much of it as possible and sucking away as hard as she could. Breathing hard through her nose her head bounced up and down hoping this would be an easy job. Finally she had to come up for air. Pulling her head back she gasped while still stroking the shaft with her small, soft hand. Gloria crawled up onto the bed, using her other fingers to stroke herself. Once she was wet, she straddled the man and slid her pussy down onto his cock. Her sweet hole was still tight, and stretched a bit as she pushed herself down on him. Letting out a deep groan she started pumping her hips grinding into him. The man's hands rested on her waist as she pumped her firm little ass up and down stroking his shaft with her wet pussy walls. Small grunts came from her as she continually slammed her pussy down onto his towering flesh. The man reached up grabbing at her breasts squeezing and groping them with loving joy. His breath heavy, and coming out in small pants as Gloria madly bounced on the glorious rod of skin penetrating into her. Turning into a wild woman with animalistic desire, bounced harder and faster impaling herself again and again. Letting out howl after howl of pleasure. Her juice was dripping all over the stranger's cock until finally both of them exploded in ecstacy together with his hot seed filling her. Catching her breath Gloria fell to the side laying next the blind man. Her chest heaved along with his, both their hearts racing. She laid her head on his scarred but muscular chest closing her eyes, listening to his heartbeat calming itself. She didn't know why she didn't wash herself of his seed right away as she was supposed to. She just laid there, in deep satisfaction she never felt before. Not just sexual satisfaction, but there was a connection between them. "What's your name?" she asked. "Titus." He answered simply. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, her mind swirling with questions about him. "Why are you here in Kahn?" The man closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. After a moment or two of silence he finally answered, "I'm a wanderer. I'll find out why I ended up here when the reason presents itself. More than likely, I'm here for a killing." Gloria didn't bother asking him anymore questions. Instead she just let the man fall asleep, his arm around her holding her to him. She laid her head back down and closed her eyes, once again getting lost in the rhythm of the blind warrior's heart. Hector the assassin and the blind warrior Titus. ~ Dungeon of Kahn "You can't do that! That move isn't legal!" yelled the guard. He sat at the table with three others playing a gambling game. The other three argued with him over the rules not paying much attention to their post, the only entrance and exit to the city dungeon. Night had long since fallen and the city was quiet. The four gate guards weren't paying much attention. So it was with ease that the lock was picked and the gate under the great Tower of Justice was opened. In slipped the silent Hector. Closing the gate behind him he swiftly glided past the door of the guard room. Only seeing a shadow, the guards gave only a half hearted look around before returning to their game. All light in the dungeon was torch based, and there were not many torches attached to the walls. Slipping from shadow to shadow would be easy for Hector, however if caught he would never leave that terrible place. The dungeon itself was a long tunnel spiraling down with many rooms and halls sprouting off of it. It was patrolled fairly heavily as Kahn was the city of thieves, and there were many clever escape artists locked away deep in its depths. Political prisoners were kept in the bottom chambers to be beaten and tortured for the amusement of the city guards. Unable to touch the aristocrats outside, once in the dungeon all bets were off. Hector moved quickly from shadow to shadow dodging area's lit by torchlight. The guards themselves didn't carry them, instead they were required to hold their sword in their hand while on patrol. He had a few tricks up his sleeve though. Moving down the spiral he heard footsteps of a guard and had to quickly duck into a hall. However he was still visible in the torchlight. Reaching inside his bag, slung over his shoulder and across his chest, he pulled out a thin pouch filled with water. He threw it, breaking it against the wall so the water splashed out and extinguished the torch. The first problem was solved, however the patrolling guard stopped at the unlit torch taking out a match to light it again. Pulling out a dagger Hector stalked behind him stabbing the guard in the side of the neck, puncturing the wind pipe so he couldn't make noise. The sound of a heavy thud attracted the attention of two more patrolling guards. They quickly made their way up the spiral finding the unlit torch but nothing else. Behind their backs Hector fell from the ceiling landing silently behind them, and moved down the spiral towards the bottom chambers. Removing the steel claws from his fingers he found himself at the bottom of the spiral and at a four hall intersection. Slipping the claws back into his bag he tried to reason which hall they would most likely have Lady Olivia in. More than likely it would be a cell and not a torture chamber. Since she was to get the slum treatment in the morning, they would want her energy up so that the torment would last. He made his way down the hallway to his left. He looked into the view through the door of each cell until he found her, weeping into the night. Quickly he picked the lock to the cell door and flung it open. Lady Olivia seeing him stood, hope washing over her face. "Did my husband send you to rescue me?" She asked eagerly. "Not quite" Hector muttered before throwing his dagger into her heart. ~ The Millington Estate (High End of Kahn) The lady of the house Anellia wandered through the house, wondering if her husband Hugo was still out drinking with the Brat. She had to learn to accept such things, living with such a powerful husband. Still she wandered through the halls, enjoying the silence of the dark house. All the slaves had all ready retired to bed. She herself should have long ago but restlessness kept her up to the middle of the night. Leaning against a wall she closed her eyes, dreaming of her younger days. She had turned forty one, though her beauty and figure remained she could still feel age picking away at her. Her golden hair was tied up in the latest style and her dress was the finest silk, golden to match her hair. She didn't envy women with youth, unlike her peers who weren't aging as well as she did. She still felt confidant about herself and her beauty. A noise from her bedroom pulled her from thoughts. She walked into her bedroom to find the balcony door open and the cool night breeze coming in. She distinctly remembered closing it, but when she went outside onto the balcony she didn't find anything suspicious. Instead she found a clear night sky with a full moon watching over the city of Kahn dark and seemingly peaceful. Standing at the railing she took in a deep breath of the cool air that soothed her skin. She felt more alive at night than during the day. The calm and the quiet spoke to her. Done admiring the view and the stars populating the skies she turned to go back inside. Her eyes caught a glimpse of a dark skinned young man standing behind her. Startled she fell back and tipped over the railing. Her body turned as she began to fall, certain this was her last moment. But two hands grabbed her ankles before she tipped over the railing all the way. She was dangling over a fifty foot drop, and on top of the skirt of her dress and flown up revealing her naked bottom half to the dark skinned young man. She was facing down when she felt him pull her up a bit, but oddly he left her dangling over the edge while holding her. Her heart was racing and adrenaline was coursing through her veins. The man smirked having a firm grip on her by the legs and having the strength to hold her like that for a while. "Who are you?" Anellia called out trying to get a view of the man. "My name is Hayabusa" he said with a chuckle. He regarded her thighs and backside, admiring the curve in the moonlight. He pulled her up a little more so that her back balanced on the rail with him holding her. Anellia was still upside down and frightened that she would fall. He then pulled her up so that she sat facing him on his shoulders. Grabbing her wrists he then leaned her upside down over the rail with her thighs resting on her shoulders. Anellia gave a light scream as she went back upside down over the rail. She looked at the ground so far below hoping he wasn't planning on dropping her. Then, to her shock she felt the young man's tongue slide against her pussy. She gasped trying to look up at him, and demanded that he stop that, but he continued. He licked her softly, playing with her gently with his tongue. She felt herself get wet, and her chest began to heave as the tongue penetrated inside a bit. Soon his mouth was against her, and he licked and flickered the tip of the tongue. He hung her further over the balcony working her pussy into a throbbing frenzy. Anellia's body was getting hot, and her breath short. Pleasure was striking her body in sudden shocks and soft moans came from her lips. She could feel it slithering inside of her, playing with her sensitive spots. Her moans grew louder as she was on the verge of cumming, she never did this fast before. Whimpers poured out of her breath as she hit a sudden climax while hanging upside down over certain death. The young man pulled her back up and set her on her feet. Overcome in frenzy she kissed him passionately tasting her own juices in his mouth and savoring it. He kissed her back, and then pulled himself from her. Staring deep into her eyes he gave a grin, and the dark skinned young man gave her a wink, and leapt off the balcony disappearing in the shadows below. Anellia was left enamored standing at the railing, gazing off into the night desperately in love with the dark skinned thief. Dark Fantasy Ep. 02 The City-State of Kahn (Slums) The door of the small shack opened and in walked Hector. His small dwelling was in a forgotten corner of the slums where he could sleep in peace. The shack was just a single room, with a chest in the corner, a fire pit with a pot hanging over and a hammock for rest. Latching the bar closed he took off his cloak and tool bag setting them both inside of the chest along with his scarf. After he had closed and locked the chest, he bolted his door shut. The sun was rising and for everyone else, the day was beginning. Running his fingers through his sandy blonde hair he gave away a deep breath before crashing onto his hammock. He stared up at the ceiling for a few minutes, the sounds of a busy city coming to life trickling through his walls. It had gotten to the point where he couldn't sleep in silence. When the noise of people going about their morning activities increased, he closed his eyes and drifted to sleep. ~ Fatman's Saloon and Whorehouse (Slums of Kahn) The front door swung open and there stood a massive frame of a manlike figure. He wore a hood cloak concealing every feature, his face hidden by shadow under the oversized hood. He stepped in, his heavy boots with an iron trim pounding against the wooden door. Not many in the saloon were up that early in the morning except the bartender who shook in fear at the sight of the figure. In one hand the figure carried an executioner's axe that he slung over his shoulder approaching the bar. Slowly the figure moved to the bartender, until it was close enough that he could peer into the darkness under the hood and see two glowing red eyes. The figure turned back to the door and in a gruff and hollow voice called out, "Mistress, the area is safe." The figure turned back to the bartender, those glowing red eyes locked on the poor shivering man. Behind the giant figure walked in a gorgeous noble woman. Her soft red hair flowed down her back, braided and styled. She wore a fine silk dress, with slits running up the sides of the legs. By this time the employees and prostitutes had come out of their rooms to gaze at the two visitors. "One of my better entrances I must say." The aristocratic woman smirked. "Too bad it had to be in such a dump. I'm looking for the Fatman" she called out. From the back office the Fatman came out to see who was calling. He finished shoving a sausage down his throat and then motioned for them to follow him in the back. Wiping the grease on his unwashed shirt he went back into the office and sat behind his desk. The woman and the figure soon followed. The Fatman took a moment to regard her lovely body as she walked in looking around with a rather unimpressed expression on her face. "What can I do for you?" The Fatman asked. "I am Lady Selk" she started, "you may have heard of my slave Rogra." After she turned and pointed to her companion he had pulled back his hood to reveal himself as the much feared half-orc. His eyes black looked empty, only in the dark did they seem to come alive in burning desire. The half-orc set the executioner's axe aside for the moment, leaning it against the wall. He then slowly moved himself so he stood beside and towered above the Fatman at his desk. "Yeah I heard of him. Who hasn't heard of the mighty Rogra these past few weeks?" Fatman snickered. Lady Selk smirked at Fatman's courage in front of her companion. It may have been stupidity, but he wasn't afraid. She decided to get straight down to business, "I have a busy day ahead so I'm just going to get straight to it." "Well what is it? I'm a busy man to." Fatman snapped. "I'm sure you are. A woman was supposed to be executed today but somehow she was assassinated while being locked in the dungeon. We found Reynolds and he met with his demise." Lady Selk the sneered out, "I hate having to slither through the slums to find someone. Fortunately for us, he was quick to tell who he paid to orchestrate the assassination. You." The Fatman laughed shaking his head. "So Reynolds is dead huh? He wasn't going to last long. You don't belong in the slums you have no idea how this city works or who is in charge. I'll have both of you cocksuckers dead by nightfall!" The Fatman didn't so much speak his words, as he spit them out. "Lady Reynolds was to be humiliated and executed before the entire city. It was my wish. All of my wishes come true. If my wishes don't come true then I get upset, and when I get upset Rogra gets violent!" Lady Selk screamed at him. Rogra then grabbed the Fatman's wrist and held his fingers against the edge of the desk. With his other hand balled into a fist, he hammered it down breaking all four of the Fatman's fingers. The Fatman pulled his hand away from the half-orc curling it up close to him screaming. His first screams were that of pain, but then turned into a stream of enraged curse words in which he swore them both dead before nightfall. The half-orc moved away from the desk picking his executioner's axe back up. A sadistic smirk crossed his face as he watched the Fatman squirm in pain. "If you feel I have been unfair to you, by all means Fatman, let your complaints be known to Rogra. Come come now puppy." Lady Selk snapped her fingers and left the office with Rogra following. They went into the main saloon where Titus stood before them, his sword slung over his shoulder. Rogra moved in front of the Lady Selk standing nose to nose with the blind warrior before she snapped her fingers again. Rogra turned away from the old warrior following his mistress out of the saloon. Gloria ran to Titus after the woman and the half-orc slave had left pulling at his arm. She pulled him back up the stairs and into his room away from possible danger. Sitting him down on the bed she let out a deep sigh shaking her head at him. "You shouldn't do that. I heard things about him, he is supposed to be really strong." Gloria said sitting next to Titus. "He smelled like orc. I hate orc. If I was incapable of battle, I wouldn't have survived this long into my life you know." Titus explained. He set his sword aside and positioned himself so his back was against the backboard of the bed. He looked bored and longing for conflict, but he was too old for such things and knew he needed to leave that behind him. "Have you always been blind?" Gloria asked. "No," Titus answered. "When I was ten a man poured acid into my eyes to prevent me from becoming a great warrior. As fate would have it, I became the greatest of the west. I even went deep into the Shadowlands and survived that." "Why would you go into the Shadowlands?" "I wanted to die there, but I didn't. I realized how sad it was to die without purpose. So I came to Kahn to find one." Gloria laid her head down on his lap. "I don't like it here, when you leave take me with you." Titus placed his hand gently upon her hair, stroking it. The soft touch of it filled him with a sense of ease and peace, something he had not felt since being a child. He nodded, "I could use the company" he told her. Company he could use; but her he needed. Their moment of peace was suddenly startled by a disturbance outside in the street. Gloria stood and rushed over to the window looking out of it to see a man dead and a crowd gathered around the body. Her spirit withered a bit as she tired of seeing this daily violence in these slums. The only thing she could hear over the loud clatter of the crowd was the indistinct shouting of the Fatman. Letting out a deep sigh she left the room and stood at the rail of the balcony to look over the saloon. She wanted to see what was going on now. The Fatman was screaming something about vengeance from his office and out of it came a young thief carrying a sack of loot. It took her a moment to recognize him as Hayabusa. Rolling his eyes Hayabusa headed for the door. As he left he looked over his shoulder and gave a smirk to the red head watching him leave. Outside on the street he swung his large sack over his shoulder and began walking through the slums. He pushed and slithered his way through the crowd trying to catch as little attention as possible due to the valuables he was carrying. He strolled deeper and deeper into the maze that was the streets of the slums until he came to a little known corner with a small hut. He knocked twice, paused, and then knocked three more times. After a moment the door unlocked from the inside and the door swung open. Hayabusa quickly ducked inside. Hayabusa immediately closed and locked the door behind him. He went over to a chest in the corner and opened it up with his key to toss his sack inside. He pushed a toolkit aside and barely squeezed in it. After closing and locking the chest he looked over his shoulder to Hector who had just laid back down on the hammock. "Well I got some good news and some bad news." Hayabusa began. Hector groaned knowing when ever Hayabusa began a conversation like that, it usually ended up in him having to kill someone. After a moment Hector finally managed to sigh out, "All right. Give me the bad news first." "We're not getting paid today. As a matter of fact we probably won't be paid for at least five days now. I showed up at Fatman's to sell some lifted items and he just had his fingers broken by a half-orc." Hector sat up. "A half-orc? Lady Selk's half-orc?" Hayabusa nodded, "the same. She wasn't happy about her rival getting such an easy death. Fatman wants her dead. You might want to consider giving him this one for free since she'll probably try and come after you anyway. The problem is you'll only get one shot at her before the half-orc comes after you. He'll kill you easily, they can see in the dark and you won't be able to outrun or hide from him." Hector listened carefully all ready running a few ideas through his mind. Hayabusa was right, even if he killed Lady Selk there was only the slimmest of chances he would make it out alive. "There is another option" he said a thought coming to him. "What option is that?" "We don't assassinate her, we kill the half-orc. Without the half-orc she is powerless. I mean Fatman could kill her in the middle of the market himself and no one would care. He doesn't need me to kill Selk, he needs me to kill her slave. There is a masquerade tonight, all of the wealthy will be there. I need you to get us two forged invitations and four costumes. I've had a lot of work this week, this last one should earn me a long vacation." ~ The Millington Estate (High End of Kahn) "So Selk plans on having her masquerade despite her cause for celebration dying last night instead of this morning?" The Brat laughed. He tossed a grape into his mouth lounging about in the parlor of the Millington house. Holding the bowl of grapes was his half-elf slave girl, Essena. Her blonde hair was cut short with her ears clipped down. All over her face she had piercings. Five were in each ear, three in her left eye brow, two on her bottom lip and one in her nostril. She sat in the proper manner, back on her knees with her thighs parted and back arched. She kept her eyes lowered to the floor. Hugo sat in the parlor with the Brat and eyed the face of the slave girl. Turning his attention back to the Brat he nodded. "She does," he said sipping at his cup. "She doesn't want to lose too much face because of this affair, canceling the ball would mean defeat for her you know. She simply cannot have that." "Indeed she can't" the Brat sighed out lazily. "Oh I suppose I'll go. It's going to be a real chore sitting through something that dull. What kind of wine will she be serving?" Hugo shook his head, "I do not know. I must ask, is the piercing that much more effective means of a punishment for half-elves?" "Of course" the Brat grabbed Essena by her chin and lifted her head up so Hugo could get a better view. "Half-elves inherited the vanity of the elves. Cutting their hair and clipping their tall ears will break their spirits. They pride themselves in their fair faces, so any decoration is seen as a disfigurement to them. You can spend all day beating them with a whip when one piercing will do so much more for much longer. This one here is quite the little bitch sometimes as you can see by the amount of piercings she has. I named her Essena. It wasn't easy getting her to accept her slave name. She had a feisty spirit before I broke her in. You were broken in very well weren't you?" "Yes master," Essena whispered. "This girl was broken in good." "Classically trained I see" Hugo commented. The Brat looked up at Hugo with a smirk. "Would I have it any other way? Are you bringing Anellia?" "To tonight? I don't see why not." The Brat chuckled, "it will be good for her, after you're robbery from last night. Did she see the criminal?" Hugo shook his head, "no. She said she was asleep for most of the night. Thieves are quiet, they can sneak right pass a person sleeping with ease. This house is not an easy target however. He must have been quite good." The Brat burst out into laughter. "Hugo, in your house even the thieves are of the highest quality. Your grapes are not half bad either. Who was the bald mercenary standing out front?" "His name is Borden, a mercenary of some fame to the west. I hired him this morning after the break in last night. He is quite a capable fighter I hear." "Do you hear from him or others?" The Brat asked. Hugo glared at the Brat for a moment. "Does he look like a man who would boast carelessly?" The Brat grinned, "is that a comment of scorn or an honest question?" "An honest question." "Then I shall answer. He looks cunning, but not a man who would boast falsely for employment. Say, is that the fellow I bumped into yesterday?" "The same." "Hmm," the Brat pondered, "I wonder if he was insulted. I shall have to ask on my way out. You know it will cause you great pain Hugo but I must take my leave. There is much to do and only an afternoon to do it in. I must say hello to Anellia on my way out. Is she home or out looking for a costume?" "She is home. I'll call her down for you. Then I must be off the do some work in my study." Hugo said standing up with the Brat. He moved out of the parlor to the foyer where he called upstairs, "Anellia come down for a moment." With that he nodded farewell to the Brat and walked off to his study to do much needed work. The Brat watched as Anellia came down the stairs. She offered him a smile and came down to the front door to see him out. "You are spending a lot of time with my husband as of late. You two must be up to something." The Brat grinned as Anellia opened the door for him. He motioned for Essena to leave first, which she did quickly. "Walk with me to the road will you Lady Anellia?" the Brat asked her. "But of course." Anellia stepped outside with the Brat in tow. Closing the door behind him he walked along side her down the garden path. A sprawling green with gold and purple flowers bloomed and carefully looked after. "Are you coming to the masquerade tonight Lady Anellia?" "Yes" she smiled. "I have my costume ready and await it eagerly. Will you be there?" "Perhaps, I have little interest in parties. However it should be interesting to witness Lady Selk's mood." The Brat snickered. "Dangerous times are ahead Lady Anellia and hurling down upon us fast. I would suggest hiring some private protection yourself." Anellia looked at the Brat puzzled. "My husband has just hired a mercenary for house security." "Indeed he has. You should hire someone independently though. Surely Hugo would not object to that?" Anellia thought for a moment and looked to the front gate where Borden the new hire was standing. "Do you know not trust that man?" "Mercenaries go to the highest bidder. If a better offer came along, he would take it in a heart beat and leave you to fend yourself. Perhaps even slip a knife into the delicate curve of your back." The Brat's eyes followed the curve of Anellia's back down to the top of her rear where he pulled them away. "You words are too bold Brat." Anellia objected. "Perhaps, but you will need protection if...Hugo should not be around long." "What do you mean?" The Brat put his hands up in the air. "All I am saying is that Hugo and I are in possible danger. Take my advice to heart and I shall take my leave. No doubt I will see you tonight." "That you will Brat. Good day." Anellia watched as the Brat and his half-elf slave left the estate through the front gate. Her eyes then ventured over to Borden who stood by the gate, gazing out to the street. Fear set in, as thoughts of betrayal and murder entered her mind. ~ The Shadowlands It was supposed to be just a little into the afternoon, but the Shadowlands were locked in eternal darkness. The ash covering the ground made it difficult to for the horses to pull the wagon, even with the help of Maultooth the half-orc pushing from the back. A good torch or lantern could help with the ever growing darkness as they moved deeper into the Shadowlands, but they were still only in it's outskirts. Instead it looked as if a dark storm had swallowed a summer's day, as the area was still visible to the halfling's naked eye. Dario sitting on the driver's seat came to a stand as he spied the goblin camp. In a few minutes he would pull his haul into the very center of the Black Market. Goblins were quite the industrious little scavengers, buying and selling anything they could. Their most profitable good being female human slaves to sell to the other dark races. Orcs, ogres, giants and trolls had a taste for the pleasures of human women. Once dead center in the market Dario brought the wagon to a halt. Maultooth walked around to the front stretching his arms a bit. A goblin scampered up to the wagon and motioned to the back. "What you got halfling?" the goblin asked. Goblins were smaller creatures reaching only about four feet in height. They were mostly characterized by their brown skin, long pointed ears and long narrow noses. Dario went into the back of the wagon. The goblin went around to the back with him peering into it and watched the halfling emerge pulling a struggling woman behind him. "I have a woman, fairly young, fresh and unspoiled." He explained hopping out of the wagon and pulling the woman out with him. The goblin groaned looking over her. "I'll give you fifty for her." "Fifty? Look at the size of her breasts, just big enough for a giant's or ogre's hand. Both of those you can get three hundred from for this beauty. I won't accept less than a hundred and fifty for her." Dario was a master negotiator. When dealing with the goblins you had to be. They were as clever as they were hideous. The slightest in miscalculation and one could wind up being cheated by them. "I'll give a hundred and twenty five. I can pay no more." A blatant lie from the goblin, but that mattered little in business. "I can accept that." Dario agreed handing the chain over to the goblin. "I'm selling the wagon and all the loot inside as well, plus one of the horses." The goblin handed the chain to another who pulled her away towards the slave trade tent. "Why not both horses?" the goblin sneered. "We'll need one to carry all of the money you are going to pay us. We took in quite the load, among it an artifact. A Qeullin artifact." "Qeullin?" the goblin's interest peaked. "For a cult they pay very well for lost artifacts. Let's unload the loot and go through it piece by piece. You can keep the wagon and horses. Wagons we have and horses don't live long enough to sell in this air." Maultooth uninterested in the business aspects of pillaging found a quiet place to sit down and rest. He was holding a book he found inside of the wagon titled "Simple Alphabet". He opened it up to the first page seeing the picture of an insect. Slowly he spoke "A is for ant", he grinned a sense of pride filling him. He turned the page to see the picture of a bear, "bear" he whispered. He flipped another page to find a picture of a cat. Before he could continue he was interrupted when Dario called for him. Dark Fantasy Ep. 02 "Maultooth, in the back of the wagon lets go." Dario hollered out throwing another sack of gold coins into the back of the wagon. Maultooth quickly stood to his feet and moved his way to the wagon. On his way he passed a group of orcs, and upon spotting him began to grunt and cheer. Maultooth didn't even regard them at all. He just walked straight to the wagon and hopped in the back finding a comfortable spot to sit with his book. "Why do they do that?" Dario asked climbing up in the driver's seat. He snapped the reigns and the horses began to trot their way through the ash. "To show their pride." Maultooth answered. "A half-orc shows the dominance over humans that the orcs have. Some tribes breed us just to prove their power to the humans and elves. Nothing will sicken a human more than the sight of a half-orc." Dario listened turning the wagon around and began heading back to the Grodei Plains. They would be well into the plains by nightfall. The halfling would have to come up with a next move by then, as they sure couldn't just sit on three sacks filled with coin. Not just any coins, Qeullin gold, encrusted with small precious jewels which boosted their value up considerably. "Where are we going?" Maultooth asked. "Southwest, we have money to spend and a lot of it. I'm just not sure where I want to spend it." Dario snapped the reigns again, the horses having an easier time as the ground slowly became more and more solid as they neared the plains. After thirty or so minutes, Dario could make out green on the distant horizon and see the light of a setting sun seeping through the bleak of the Shadowlands. "Maultooth, come sit up front now. I'll need your eyes since night is falling." Maultooth set his book aside and crawled out to the archer's seat and sat beside Dario. The sun had settled in the distant horizon and stars were beginning to appear. Soon the last light of day was gone and all that was left was the moonlit prairie and the thousands of stars spread across the night sky. Deeper into the grasslands ahead of them, Maultooth stood and gazed at a floating light ahead. It wasn't a wisp, but a lantern. Maultooth sat back down so as to not be threatening, but remained ready to pull his dual hand axes in a moment's notice. The wagon pulled up to an elf female standing alone in the middle of the plains. The hood of her cloak down and her brown hair braided she looked upon the wagon and it's two inhabitants cautiously. A halfling and a half-orc were sure signs of slavers but that mattered little to her. She wore leather, and had deep and dark eyes. Dario stopped the wagon beside her. It only took a moment or two before he noticed the amulet that hung from her neck nestled between her full breasts pushing forth behind the leather bodice. He tapped Maultooth twice on the leg to let him know not to try anything funny. "Looking to hitch a ride miss?" Dario asked the elf lady. She looked over the two once more before nodding, "I am. You have noticed the amulet I wear, that of the Magi so you know I am not to be trifled with. If you can keep your company honest, I am going to the southwest." Maultooth growled at her, but relented once he felt a kick from Dario. "I have no trouble keeping honest" Maultooth said taking his eyes away from her and looking ahead. "Neither do I, I'm Dario and this here is Maultooth. He is dangerous so keep honest yourself and offer up payment for the ride." Dario spoke while signaling to Maultooth to get into the back again. After the half-orc excused himself into the back of the wagon Dario leaned over to see what the elf was offering for payment. "I have three precious jewels for you halfling." The elf said holding her hand out to him. In her palm were three purple stones that reflected the moonlight. "Deal" Dario blurted quickly snatching the jewels out of her hand. "You got a name elf lady?" The elf set her lantern onto the wagon and then hoisted herself up. "Arinole" she whispered sitting down. Dario just nodded and snapped the reigns to get the horses moving again. She looked behind her to see how the half-orc was sitting, and was comforted slightly to see him sit behind the halfling his nose in a book. She thought it was odd for a half-orc to hold a book. But, better his filthy hands on that then his weapon or her she thought. "We're going as far as the Borgo Mountains, got it?" Dario said to her. "Will you stop to make camp?" She asked. Dario shook his head no. "We have to be weary of wolves and bandits. It is best to keep moving until dawn." In the back Maultooth stretched out as much as he could. His frame was far too tall for this wagon and he was cramped when lying down. After finding a comfortable enough position he closed his eyes. Like all of the orc kin he slept light, every sense still finely tuned into his environment. So he snapped awake when he felt someone brush against him. Opening his eyes he looked over to find that the elf had moved into the back with him and sat all the way to rear of the wagon. "Did I wake you?" She asked Maultooth. Maultooth groaned, "we don't sleep much anyway. Where are you heading?" "To some ruins just north of Kahn. Is it true that half orcs can see in the dark and are as fearless as full blooded orcs?" Maultooth rolled over onto his back then sat up. "True it is. What are you looking for there?" "The ruins?" "Yes." The elf looked out the back to the star filled sky rolling behind them. After a moment she turned her head looking towards the half-orc once again. "Its an ancient text. A piece of an ancient puzzle being gathered at the Library in Kahn. No one has been able to retrieve that book yet, since it's guarded by a spirit called Red Cap. There is a handsome reward for it if you and your companion wish to be of aid in this venture." "He's interested in rewards, I am interested in other things." Maultooth laid back down wanting to go back to sleep. He turned onto his side and clutched his dual hand axes in his hands closing his eyes once again. ~ The Masquerade The sound of violins filled the massive domed ball room decorated with gold walls and colorful tapestries and banners and crowned with a massive chandelier hanging overhead. On the domed ceiling was hand painted portraits of Lady Selk and her family line reaching back seven generations, with their eyes ever watching downward at the guests spinning in dance to the music. They twirled in their gowns and extravagant costumes all wearing plain white or black masks covering their nose and eyes. Through the dancing bodies Lady Selk glided through the room with a confident and sensuous stride. To her delight she spotted Lady Anellia Millington recognizable without her mask on. Lady Selk quickly moved over to her and greeted with exasperation. "Lady Anellia, how glad I am to have you here!" Anellia smiled sliding her mask back on not wanting to spoil the party for Lady Selk. "Would I miss such an event?" She smirked. "I really am happy to see you here, after such a cruelty as having your jewelry stole from you. Your bravery, I couldn't imagine myself after such a ghastly penetration of my personal affections." Lady Selk went on. Her eyes watched the features of Lady Anellia's face carefully. "Some women can survive penetration, others thrive upon it." Lady Selk smirked. "From what I have heard of the troubles of Hugo it must be the only penetration you have had in ages. You must be collecting dust." "My fire burns as wildly as it ever did, no need to concern yourself with such trivial things Lady Selk," Anellia responded. "After all you have suddenly risen to such importance after such a long time of obscurity. I myself have been of importance for far too long and grow tired of it, and I will happily hand it to you as a gift." "I see Lady Anellia age hasn't dulled your tongue." "I sharpen it between the thighs of the house maids regularly. My favorite tune has come on, I must find Hugo to dance with, I will see you later tonight no doubt." With that Anellia quickly excused herself disappearing into the crowd. Lady Selk turned her head towards the catering table and noticed a red headed girl in a cheap dress and standing next to her, none other then the Fatman himself. She strolled over to him with a smile as he greedily grabbed at some cakes. She was disgusted with his pig like behavior but she hid it while offering him a pleasant smirk. "Why hello there Fatman, I don't seem to remember you being on the invitation list." "I'm not," the Fatman blurted, after swallowing some food down he turned and faced the lady. "I have come on business. I was invited by an acquaintance and he had me put on the list along with an escort." "And the escort?" Lady Selk asked. "Her name is Gloria. One of my...employees." "Dear me, the beast can speak in civil tongue" Lady Selk laughed turning away from him. She gazed about the room for a moment before spotting a tall, well built man with thinning brown hair. He was in uniform and carried a rapier at his side. "Have you met Captain Jarred?" "I know him." The Fatman muttered grabbing another cake. Lady Selk whistled grabbing the Captain's attention. Once she had it in full she motioned him over, and the Captain quickly moved to join Fatman and her at the cake table. "Captain Jarred, this is the Fatman." Captain Jarred extended his hand towards the Fatman with as a polite smile as he could muster. "Yes I know the man as quite the criminal," the Captain spoke still extending his hand. The Fatman looked over his shoulder at Jarred and used the Captain's sleeve to wipe the crumbs off his hand. "You know me as a criminal, I know you as a dickless sycophant." The Captain reached for his rapier at the insult but his hand was stopped by the grasp of Lady Selk. He took in a deep breath and relented his intention of assault. The Fatman seemed unconcerned about Jarred's wrath. Unsatisfied with his company Jarred stormed away in a huff leaving an awkward silence. Lady Selk didn't try and break it, she just grinned and walked off to follow Jarred out of the ballroom into a darkened hallway. "Filthy pig!" Jarred exclaimed ready to walk back into the ballroom sword drawn. "Relax" Lady Selk whispered pressing her body against his. "He will be done with soon enough," Lady Selk's hand ran down the stomach of the Captain until it came onto his belt. Opening the belt she slid her hand down his pants grabbing at his cock. She stroked it slowly until it was hard and whispered into his ear, "go to the smoking den and have a good time." She pulled her hand away and left the Captain yearning. As she walked away she passed by two costumes she hadn't seen before. Both were men, one was tall with sandy blonde hair and the other dark skinned and young looking. Like everyone else at the ball they were masked. When he passed by Lady Selk, Hector ignored her and instead kept looking forward. He was relieved to see Hayabusa did as well. Out of the corner of his eye he watched as Lady Selk proudly glided back into the ballroom and away from ear shot. He then scanned the room and found Rogra standing in the corner with his arms folded over his chest. Hector just watched the scene for a minute before turning his head to Hayabusa. He explained, "find the Fatman and get the poisoned dart. How he smuggled it in when every guest is searched so extensively is beyond me. But if he got in he should have it. Watch for Captain Jarred as well, he has quite the eye." Hector watched Hayabusa nod and then walk away. He then started to make his way around the ballroom to get into better position with Rogra when he bumped into a woman. "Excuse me" Anellia apologized to the man. "It was my fault." "Of course it wasn't, you haven't seen my husband Hugo Millington around have you?" She asked him. Hector thought a moment, "can't say that I have. I don't mean to be rude miss, but I am waiting on someone." Anellia raised her brow, he was a little too polite to be a noble. But then all sorts of people have snuck into masquerades before. She bowed to the stranger though just the same, "I must be off anyway. Good speaking with you." Hector didn't reply, he just walked off after a polite nod. Anellia watched him for a moment with a bit of curiosity. Her missing husband quickly jumped back into mind to grab her attention. With an annoyed sigh she left the ballroom through the main hall. She searched every part of the house open to guests and even peaked in parts that were not but could not find him. After a few minutes she gave up and decided to just find a quiet spot to sit in for a while. She found an isolated hallway but was disheartened to find it occupied. She recognized the Fatman, and he seemed to recognize her. She didn't know who the red head with him was, but she left them alone to find another spot of her own. After the noblewoman was gone the Fatman pulled Gloria into a closet shutting the door behind them. He pulled up her skirt and got down on one knee. His cleverness was often underestimated but that usually worked to one's advantage. Grabbing hold of a string, he pulled out a cylinder, wooden container from her pussy. He quickly opened it with his teeth and took out a single dart that was stored inside. A smile came across his face. He handed the dart to Gloria who palmed it. "Orcs are immune to almost every poison except one. The one poison that will kill them almost immediately is extract from Redknot Root," the Fatman spoke while standing back up. "Hector's plan is ingenious. Remind me to give him a raise....not too big of one." The Fatman took Gloria by the arm and led her out of the closet and they both began to go back to the ballroom. Gloria's nerves were getting to her. With each step, she shook more and more until the Fatman had to put both arms around her shoulders and hold her tight. They stopped and he spent a few minutes trying to calm her. He didn't blame her, his whores were not meant for this sort of work. He whispered soothing and reassuring thoughts into her ear and after she had calmed they continued on. Gloria looked to her left through an open double door that led to a smoke filled room littered with many guests. The Fatman seemed to have noticed to, but kept on walking straight ahead down the hall to the ballroom. The Brat watched the Fatman and the red head pass before turning back to the smoking den. Hugo standing next to him asked, "is my wife gone?" "Indeed she is" the Brat answered. He turned around to find the room filled with guests in costume smoking at pipes, injecting themselves with liquids and snorting powders. The woman all laughing with the men as they were groped and kissed at. He found a place to sit between two women whose dresses had been torn open and breasts were hanging out. The Brat leaned one of them back and sprinkling a white powder on of them, snorted the powder off her bare breast. A rush went through his body his cock hardening right away. He pulled it out from his trousers and grabbing the woman firmly by the hair shoved her mouth down onto it. The masked woman was more then willing greedily sucking at him moaning wildly. Her mouth glided while another woman flipped up her dress from behind, and began to lick her pussy with fervor. The Brat's senses went wild and his eyes widened while his hand combed through the woman's hair. Hugo had found a woman in the corner with her face buried between the thighs of another, but had her naked ass perked into the air. The woman cried out as she felt the man, penetrate her tight asshole slowly. Her moans vibrating against the wet folds of her lesbian lover. The entire room soon fell into a drug induced orgy. Bodies upon bodies writhing against one another, women with all three holes filled being pounded at from every direction. Captain Jarred, had two women on their knees in front of him, both stroking and licking at his flesh. Women snorted powder off of each other's stomachs and then turned their heads to have their mouths stuffed with hard man meat. Lady Selk watched in delight, her pussy dripping from arousal, but she did not dare to let anyone touch her. A call out for Rogra for any unwanted advances would end this quickly. Since their attention was on themselves, she simply watched in aroused amusement. One woman in particular caught her eye as she was at the center of the room and at the center of a gangbang. When one man finished with her another would step up to take his place as she took on three or four at a time. Her face and body were dripping with sweat and cum and her eyes had rolled up to the back of her head in sheer ecstacy. Moans, cries, groans, howls all filled the halls the only place it was not penetrating was the ballroom where the music drowned it out. The smell of smoke and semen was heavy in the air and the heat and humidity of the room was reaching the point of an inferno. A few men had ejaculated into a glass and passed it around for the women to sip and drink. Lady Selk then felt eyes upon her, the eyes of Captain Jarred watching her as took a masked woman from behind. His eyes were filled with intensity locked onto the eyes of Lady Selk. Tears welled up in the masked woman's eyes as the Captain was fucking her harder then she ever felt. Each thrust of his was filled with anger as well as passion built up in the shaft of his cock. She cried out from being hurt and seeing that Lady Selk could take no more. She exited the room quickly finding Essena, the Brat's slave kneeled by the door waiting for her master's beckoning. Lady Selk grabbed Essena by the hair dragging her away telling her, "I'm going to borrow you." Essena tried to resist but after seeing the determination of Lady Selk decided to resist no longer. The punishment for her would either be death, which she would gladly embrace or another piercing. By this time another piercing mattered little to the slave after so many. Crawling on her hands and knees while being pulled by the hair, she followed Lady Selk up a flight of stairs and into her bedroom. "Stand up," Lady Selk commanded. Essena did just that keeping quiet and her eyes down. Lady Selk shut and locked the bedroom door behind them and quickly went to a chest and opened it. She pulled out a cat-tailed leather whip and put it in Essena's hand. Lady Selk then crawled onto her bed on all fours pulling her skirt up to reveal her bottom to the slave girl. "Beat me" the lady cried out, "hurt me as bad as you can you little bitch." Essena paused for a moment. Of all the things she was asked to do as a slave this was the most bizarre to her. She didn't even know how to react. After a tense moment Essena finally walked up to Lady Selk and after a deep breath whipped her across the backside. Selk cried out a little. Still uncomfortable with the situation she whipped Lady Selk again half-heartedly. The lady felt a bit of a sting but not much. Essena stood quietly for a moment before looking up into Lady Selk's vanity mirror. Essena gazed at her self, her ear clipped, hair cut and her face filled with that terrible metal. A small wave of sorrow crashed over her eyes, but a much larger wave came next and crashed over her very soul. It was a wave of anger and resentment. Essena took a step back. She took in a deep breath and brought the whip crashing down upon Lady Selk's backside. The crack echoed through out the room and Lady Selk's back arched and head raised as she let out a terrible cry. Her eyes all ready filling with tears. Lady Selk's hands clenched the bed sheets in anticipation for the next blow. Essena brought another down upon her, this one more brutal than the last. Lady Selk barely had time to scream out as Essena began to beat her with blow after rapid blow. Flogging the noblewoman as the slave girl had been flogged so many times before. Dark Fantasy Ep. 02 The ass of Lady Selk had turned purple and a few cuts hand opened up before Essena's arm grew too tired to continue. Lady Selk was breathing hard, tears streaming down her face but a body filled with excitement and pleasure taken from the pain. The slave girl had pulled her rags off and tossed them to the side of the room along with the cat-tailed whip. She moved back over to the chest and pulled out a black strap on wooden cock. Lady Selk looked over she shoulder and watched the slave girl put it on. Then reach into the chest and pull out a leather paddle. Essena's hand reached out forced Lady Selk's legs further apart and then reached under pushing up on her pelvis so the lady would raise her ass up further into the air. She then took the paddle and smacked it against Lady Selk's wet pussy. The lady's eyes widened and she gasped out as the paddle struck her cunt again. She couldn't breath, let alone cry out or moan. Essena sat on the bed next to her and wrapped her arm around Selk's waste and spanked Selk's pussy pink. After minutes of being beaten Lady Selk collapsed onto her stomach. Her was breath heavy and trying to catch up with her, her head was swimming. She felt Essena crawl on top of her, the slave girl's nipples rubbing against her back, and finally felt the wood dildo force itself into her ass. The pain was almost unbearable and Lady Selk loved it. The wood shaft tunneled itself deep into the backside. Essena putting her hands on the back of Lady Selk's shoulders started to drill away on her. Her hips slapped against the noblewoman's hips as the slave girl forced the wood to penetrate until her pelvis touched Lady Selk's backside over and over. She fucked her hard and relentless until the ass began to bleed. Lady Selk was screaming relishing in this violation of her. With each mounting moment rage built in Essena causing her to push harder and faster into the lady. Essena's brow furrowed, her teeth gritted and she raised her hand up into a fist. Essena let out a scream and then brought her fist down punching Lady Selk in the back of the head. When she felt the blow to the back of her head Lady Selk burst into orgasm. Her asshole tightened so suddenly that it snapped the wood buried deep in it with a violent twist of her hips. Her vision blurred and her senses dulled for a moment before finally coming back. She reached behind her and pulled the remainder of the broken dildo from herself and tossed it away looking around. She saw the slave girl in the corner weeping. After washing herself off and a change of clothes and make up Lady Selk left the room and the girl there. She tired to walk as normally as possible at first limping but soon finding her elegant stride despite the pain. Downstairs the smoke room was empty and in a mess but that mattered little. After a deep breath and a moment of composure Lady Selk walked back into the ball room where all her guests, drunk or drugged were dancing the remainder of the night away. She quickly went over to the Brat with a smile and tapped him on the shoulder. When he turned to face her, Lady Selk said to him: "how much for that slave of yours?" The Brat was a bit surprised but thought for a moment. "Well," he began, "she is not that important to me. So if you have taken fancy to her I'll let her go for a favor." Lady Selk's brow raised, "a favor?" The Brat leaned in and whispered into her ear, "Hugo Millington must die. I want his house and wife." A grin came across Lady Selk's face and she nodded, "deal." The Brat smiled and walked off to find someone to dance with. He approached the Fatman who had just returned to the ballroom with a very fetching prostitute on his arm. Just before he was about to say something, a dark skinned young man had stepped in front of him. "I have come to ask the lady for a dance." The young man said to the Fatman. The Fatman nodded and handed Gloria over to the young man, Hayabusa. Taking her to the floor Gloria and him began to dance to a popular waltz that was making its way around the more civilized cities. Neither of them could dance very well but it mattered little, as Gloria passed the poisoned dart to Hayabusa who palmed it himself. After the dance was over, Gloria went back to the Fatman and Hayabusa strolled around the ballroom until he stood next to Hector. Discreetly, he passed the dart to Hector. "You better get out of here now before it goes down." Hector whispered. Hayabusa nodded and walked off watching as Gloria was taken out for another dance, this time with the Brat. He left the ballroom and walked out of the main hall, once out of sight he pulled his mask off and threw it away. The difficult part was done, there would be no way that Hector would miss in his mind. His eyes followed along the floor in front of him as he walked casually towards the front entrance. A familiar scent caught his attention. He looked up to see the woman from the other night pass by him without knowing. The world slowed down and he watched her walk back towards the ballroom. Then a sickly feeling crept up in his stomach and his left hand began to shake. A feeling of dread shrouded the hall suddenly. Hayabusa quickly turned around and started running down the hall. Anellia was all ready at the door of the ballroom looking in when he grabbed her by the wrist. Anellia turned thinking it was Hugo but her breath suddenly caught in her chest when she looked into the deep brown eyes of the thief that stole her heart. Time slowed around them and the music and noise of the crowd slowly faded away. All that remained was the sound of their breathing. Anellia then saw Hayabusa's eyes focus on something else and fill with fear and worry. She turned her head and looking in the direction that the thief was gazing. Hector pulled off his mask tossing it away and walked closer towards the half-orc Rogra. His steps echoed through the ballroom, heavy and purposeful. His face a scowl of determination and concentration. The music stopped, and all that could be heard was the beating hearts of an assassin, a thief and a woman. Hector raised his hand clutching the dart between his thumb and index finger and then threw it for the throat of Rogra. Rogra turned his eyes for a moment to see the dart flying towards him. He jerked to his left the dart passing by his neck missing only by centimeters. Rogra fell to the ground but was quickly back up and grabbed his executioner's axe and let out a gruesome roar. Seeing what had just happened rage filled Lady Selk and she shrieked out, "KILL THEM ALL!" Rogra let out another terrible roar and the guests screamed out in terror and panic as Rogra swung his mighty axe lopping off a random nobleman's head. The people rushed the only door out of the ballroom in panic, bottle necking themselves. Hayabusa had all ready pulled Anellia away and ran with her down the hall and out of Lady Selk's house. Inside the ballroom was a scene of chaos and gore as Rogra went berserk chopping down one person after another. The blood of the nobles was spilled by the gallons as the masquerade had suddenly descended into a massacre. Hector watched the slaughter his eyes wide at the carnage unleashed but managed to push his way through the crowd knocking down a few men along the way. People were trampled, dismembered, disemboweled, cut down and utterly destroyed by the half-orc killing machine. Once the rage calmed in him a bit, Rogra recognized Hector as the man who threw the dart and yelled out, "out of my way!" The crowd quickly dispersed allowing the half-orc a path to the escaping assassin. Rogra bolted out of the ballroom with unnatural speed and agility that could only come from a dark race. The Fatman and Gloria managed to slip out unnoticed through the back and hurried back towards the slums. Hugo lost in the shuffle of the crowd was unable to find Anellia and was pulled away by the Brat whom he escaped with. Lady Selk stood in the lake of blood that her ballroom had become, and Captain Jarred stood paralyzed and useless due to the carnage around him. Hector ran down an alley and scaled a wall climbing onto a rooftop. Rogra was quickly behind. Hopping from rooftop to rooftop under the moonlit sky he tried desperately to put distance between himself and the half-orc but to no avail. Rogra was gaining quickly and filled with blood lust. Hector stopped at the edge of a roof as there wasn't another to jump on. The fall was far enough to kill any creature. He turned to see Rogra behind him with his axe raised over his head ready to strike down upon the assassin. The half-orc brought the axe down smashing it into the edge of the roof. Hector returned with a vicious right hook that sent Rogra over the edge of the house, hanging by his fingers. Hector quickly stomped Rogra's face causing him to the ground still holding his axe. Rogra swung the axe cleaving it into the wall stopping his fall. Rogra hung from the axe handle for a few moments getting a footing. Pulling the axe from the wall and holding onto a window ledge Rogra began his climb back up to the roof of the house. Once he got there, Hector was gone, vanished into the night. Rogra sat for a moment in thought before he heard the calling of his mistress. After finding a way down the house to the ground he quickly moved to the sound of his mistress' voice. He came upon her with Captain Jarred. "Listen," she yelled at the Captain. "I just don't the Fatman dead, that is too easy. I want my enemies broken and humiliated. The one thing he loves more then his own life is his money. Strip him of everything he knows, then take him to the dungeon and torture him. I want the names of all involved." Lady Selk turned away from Captain Jarred and walked up to Rogra. "Did you get him?" Rogra shook his head no. "Oh, my poor puppy" she said in a soothing voice petting him behind his ears. "We'll find him, and we'll kill him." After comforting her slave she turned her attention back to Captain Jarred. "My wrath will befall this city like a plague."