0 comments/ 5548 views/ 2 favorites The Bird and the Bucket By: Asilah_Katavol Well, I suppose you already know me, don't you? No? Of me then? Possibly. And if you only know of me, then you are probably just a little confused as to who I am, or at least interested, or at least bored enough to allow me to introduce myself. But where would the fun be if I just spoke through this all? So I shall tell you that my name is, Abby, and let you witness the rest first hand. Shall we start from the beginning? Why not, we started in the middle last time. Next time we might even start at the end. Or maybe this is the end? You can judge that. It all started for me a few months after my 18th birthday... * The bird and the scarlet worm. The sun was hidden behind the melancholy grey clouds that lay draped over the sky for all of the wet season, and most of the dry season. Suffice to say the lush green grass that grew over the hilly landscape around small wooden shacks, large crop fields, and the towering oak tree forests isn't usually the driest place to sit. Despite that fact a small framed girl draped in a grass stained grey tunic and similarly grass stained brown pants was lying on top of a small hill under a tree, her dull orange hair framing a freckled pale face set with high strong cheekbones and an almost-angular jawline. Her skinny arms were stained with dirt and held behind her head as she lay down, her bare toes squirming in the long grass whilst her moss green eyes stared aimlessly at a small brown and black spotted bird high in the branches. The bird for its part stared back, bright yellow eyes shining with intelligence whilst its elongated talons idly scratched at its perch and its long black tail feathers twitched in the wind. She shifted her left hand to hold it up towards the bird, her index finger curled inwards as a supposedly tempting perch before she pursed her thin lips together and began whistling a slow, lilting song that echoed around the large oak. The bird swayed side to side slowly at the melody before jumping off the branch, its wings held wide to reveal large mottled purple and blue circles at the base of each flight feather as it slowly fluttered down to rest with claws gripped lightly around the girls' finger. She simply let the small creature sit there as she pushed herself up with her right hand so she could look closely into its golden eyes with deep intrigue, the bird returned her stare for a few seconds before pecking at her bottom lip hard, drawing a few small droplets of blood and hastily fluttering off into the grey sky. The girl didn't seem to mind the peck much and simply used the back of her newly freed left hand to wipe off the small scarlet mess, staining her sun-reddened skin with a dark sanguine smear. Ignoring the small streak of blood she lifts herself up onto her feet and begins walking down towards the dirt road, turning sharply left to begin her slow march home. The second seed: Lust and Anger. The girl had returned to the wooden shack she called home to a slight surprise, after opening the flimsy door that acted as the portal to the main room that held a small fireplace against the far wall, with a metal cooking pot hanging over it, next to the fireplace in the far right corner was her bed-made of squashed down grass in a large sack, on the left wall near the front door were two doors, one led to the storeroom where they held grains, rice, dough and various salted meats. The other room was her older sister, Lace's room, and the surprise. Two fold surprise actually, the first was that the usual bare wooden walls were draped in large velvet rugs, her usual grass-beaten bed was now replaced by a multitude of black silken fabric piled on top of each other, in fact her whole room looked like it had been refurnished by a carpet spewing cow. The second was that pressed against a particularly tall pile of purple rugs was her sister, legs spread wide and fast asleep with both hands cupping her shaven pussy, her flawless ivory skin shimmering with droplets of sweat that plastered her raven black hair to the side of her face and kept her pink nipples hard in the cold air, her D cups bouncing softly with each panting breath. Normally Abby would simply just close the door and go off to bed to wait for her to wake up, but two factors swayed her judgement, the first was a lingering smell of bitter spices that wafted from the room and stirred a deep longing within the orange haired girl. The second was that over the last few months her sister's sexual appetite had grown annoyingly large, more often than not Abby would wake up with her pussy smothering her face, and due to an obvious strength difference she really had no choice other than to lick or wait for her to be done. With lust born from the odd smell and justification granted by past actions Abby stole stealthily over the floor layered with rugs, her pants discarded in a swift movement by the door. She stood with her legs on either side of Lace's thighs, her shaven pussy less than a hairs breadth from the raven haired girls lips, the sweet musk overruling the arousing scent and stirring her from her slumber slightly. Without giving her a chance to awaken fully Abby gently thrusts her hips forwards, letting her delicate folds squash against Lace's lips whilst her nose teases her clit unintentionally, causing Abby to moan softly and Lace to awaken further. Awoken to the feel and scent of pussy pressed against her mouth, Lace parts her plump lips slightly allowing her tongue to tease just under the inner edges of the pussy before exploring deep down along the inner walls with probing curls and flicks. Her sisters' reaction spurs Abby to begin grinding up against her face, causing her nose to repeatedly rub against the small, stiff pleasure nub, coaxing long, drawn out moans of ecstasy from the younger sister. The grinding and moaning urges Lace to begin hurrying with her attentions, her tongue eagerly lapping and curling against the girls inner walls, stretching them slightly before pulling back to lightly flick the sensitive flesh. This would continue for a long two minutes before Abby, with a movement born of orgasmic need would lower her hands to grip onto the sides of her sisters head, simultaneously pushing her hips forward to literally bury the older sisters face in her pussy moments before screaming out in orgasmic pleasure, her pussy squeezing around her tongue whilst flooding the lower half of her face with warm, sweet liquid. The sudden wetness leaking down her jawline and neck awakens her fully, coaxing her into looking up into the panting vision of her younger sister, her tongue lolling out of her mouth and eyes closed peacefully. This visage caused her to leap up in a fit of rage, using both hands to push the small framed girl onto the rugs, the motion causing small chunks of hair to be pulled out from the side of her head thanks to Abby's orgasmic grip. Abby simply stares up whimpering, the release releasing the clouds from her mind, replacing lust with fear at the sight of her sister standing up over her, naked body shimmering with sweat, her own liquid dripping down onto the rugs and her sister's chest from her lips and jawline, giving her scowling features an odd air. Lace grips the top of Abby's head, ripping out hair as she literally throws the small girl out into the large living room, Abby grabs onto a thin white piece of silken rug; embroidered with pictures of fantastical landscapes and underlined with black squiggles. "You fucking perverted little... Ugh!! Just go! NOW!" Lace screamed with rage, and slammed her door in Abby's face, giving her no chance to retort. With submissiveness deeply rooted in her psyche she doesn't question the order, instead simply puts her pants back on, dampening the crotch with a mixture of fem-cum and saliva, and drapes the white silk over her shoulders before making her way back out into the cold night. Murder! Murder and tapestry! Abby trudged along the large dirt roads, finding her way by pale moonlight, the thin silk providing little warmth in the icy winds. She would continue like this; eyes fixed ahead of her following deep impressions in the dirt made by a horse drawn carriage, the darkness of the forest around her narrowing her perception of reality until a sudden brightness lights up the dirt under her. This coaxes her to look up into the face of a broad faced guard with a tussled mess of auburn hair, his nose lumpy from previous breaks, his grizzled jawline covered with a fine line of dark brown hair and his blue eyes framed by purple shadows. He was draped in dulled chainmail that refused to reflect the light of the torch he held in his right hand, but reflected brightly of the hilt of his sword poking from a leather scabbard at his waist. He looked down at the small girl with a look of disdain that quickly shifted into surprise, and then anger. Abby was too slow to register these emotions, and was taken wholly by surprise when he backhanded her with his left hand, sending her cascading onto her side into a ditch by the side of the road, her left cheek was stinging badly, and her shoulder and her right arm were badly grazed and bruised. "I found the evil wretch!' The guard hollered in a deep, booming voice to invisible companions. His invisible companions soon showed themselves, circling Abby in her awkward position in the ditch with her legs still on the upper ground of the dirt path. One of the guards, dressed in a red tunic over gleaming chainmail lent over her and grabbed the white silk that was crumbled at her side, holding it up to the torchlight before shaking his head slowly, a look of sadness in his eyes that shifted to regret when he looks down at the crumpled, young girl. "Help her up, make sure she's not in need of medical treatment, and be wary of concealed weapons." His voice was tinged with the sadness shown in his brown eyes. Weapons? Who carries weapons this far out? Is this about the silk I took from Lace? Abby's thoughts were racing as she was lifted into the air by the base of her left arm, this close up she could see only the initial guard and the semi-kind one had their faces bare, the rest were wearing masks of copper that only showed shadows where their eyes were and hid their hair and neck with black silk. The red tunic wearing guard held her left hand up into the light, his grip was kind and allowed Abby to make out the features of his face, his eyes were sunken but shone with intelligence, his close cropped black hair balding, but he was surprisingly handsome, broad curved jawline and high, strong cheekbones fit in with his broad, muscled frame. He looked down at the dried blood wiped from her lip and staining her pink tinged hand, he then looked up at the first guard and uttered a few coarse words in an unknown language before looking back at the girl with a look of sadness and suspicion "My name is, Leon. I'm of the imperial guard, where were you this afternoon?" His voice was stern but not unkind. "I was outside under a tree, near my home." Abby replied meekly, her eyes focused on the steel shoes of the guard. "Do you have anyone willing to back your statement?" It was the original guard, his voice hoarse and gruff. "My sister, Lace-she would have been able to see me." Abby knew this was a lie, but was hoping she would back her up. "Where did you obtain this tapestry?" it was Leon again, the kindness still in his voice. "Tape-.. The silk? It was in my sisters' room when I got home." Abby had panic tinged in her voice by this point, she knew something was amiss. "Does she have many of these items?" it was a faceless guard, his voice echoed and muffled by his mask. "No..." Abby was now on full alert, her brain jumping at any plausible conclusion. Maybe they just like the style and want to know where she got it from? "Do you realize this is stolen property?" Leon again, his kind voice shifting into one of suspect. Crap. "No, sir... But I'm sure she didn't know either!" Abby was now pulling away from the guards, her face warped into one of panic, cold beads of sweat rolling down her face. "She isn't the one on question. This was stolen from a courier on his way to the palace, he was killed early today." Leon's grip was iron around her wrist, his words gaining a similar metallic quality. Abby's thoughts froze, she was unable to move, and in her silence Leon continued. "Do you realize you have blood on your hand?" "Y-yes, it was from a bird! It pecked my lip, and I wiped it off!" Abby was clutching at a life saver, she knew the wound in her lip would prove this. "Then where is the wound?" Leon was shaking his head by this point, and instead of waiting for an answer simply continued with another question. "Will you take us to your house..?" "Abby! My name is Abby! And yes, it's just a few minutes' walk from here" Abby begun leading them back to her home after this admission, the guards speaking quietly amongst themselves and her hands gripped uncomfortably behind her back. When they had finally reached the house, a masked guard opened it to a scene of normality, Lace was standing by the cooking pot stirring an unseen stew, her hair damp and body coated with a thin sheen of what could be oil or fat. She looked up at the new appearances with an inquisitive glare, but her eyes lingered when they passed over Abby "Sorry for the intrusion, but do you know this girl?" it was a masked guard that spoke and held Abby in the forefront of the group. "No, should I?" Lace's response was casual, and caused icy fingers to dig deep into Abby's heart, coaxing silent tears to leak down her cheeks, and her throat to close up painfully Lace... Was what I did that bad? "She claims to be your sister, are you sure you don't know her? If you say no she will go away under some serious charges," it was Leon, his voice layered with concern. "Sorry, but no," Lace's reply was curt and without emotion, sending even more icy shards to lodge into Abby's heart. "We will conduct a small search then leave, sorry for the intrusion Ma'am." Even as Leon spoke the masked guards began searching the storeroom, and the suddenly empty room of her sister. The room devoid of carpets sent a wave of nausea to wash over Abby, causing her muscles to go slack. She would have collapsed onto the ground if not for the fact the masked guard behind her kept her up, seeming impassive at the drops of tears dampening the wooden floor. After the search was complete they left, Abby being dragged along in her limp state, tears flooding down her cheeks but her visage silent and her whole body numb. The welcoming committee. Abby was dragged without resistance through a cobbled street, her vision fixated on her feet, not allowing any of the large sun burnt yellow square houses to enter her vision. When she was dragged down a grey stone corridor that seemed to appear out of nowhere she looked up dazed. She saw numerous unmasked guards sitting around large tables, or laying in beds, wearing little more than red tunics and black pants. She was led through this room without comment and through a large, solid metal door before being thrown into the corner of a room walled with numerous steel bars which allowed her to see the three guards sitting around a table near the doorway, and the numerous other cells filled with bodies that although obviously undernourished were well groomed, long hair plaited and combed, pale skin well cleaned. The entire place smelt like a well-tended bathhouse. Her arrival was met with a few stares, but no comments. The guard that led her into it rested a hand comfortingly on her shoulder; it was Leon, his eyes filled with sorrow. "I'm sorry, I'll try to argue your case to the Judges, but you have to understand the evidence is quite overwhelming." Abby's eyes filled with tears at this and she screamed out in anguish, "I'm not guilty! I didn't do anything, I swear!" This outburst was followed by deep sobbing as she fell to her knees, her hands covering her face. Leon simply sighed heavily and walked out, locking her cell door behind him. She fell asleep crying and woke up crouched over like a turtle, her knees and back were sore and her eyes swollen, she tentatively straightened up, stretching out her back before looking around at her surroundings. Pressed against the wall of her cell near the cell doors rested a large, wooden tub with slowly steaming water, next to it lay a coarse horse hair brush, a small reed with bristled tips and two types of soap, one pink and one cream. Abby felt perplexed by this and looked over at the other cells; her in-mates were as clean as they were when she first came in so she assumed they had bathed. Am I meant to bathe too? In front of all these people? Her suspicions were confirmed as one of the guards for the night post walked past and told her in a sympathetic tone before leaving. "Sorry lass, I'm afraid we don't have any private cell blocks for females, and the day-shift really doesn't look kindly upon ill hygiene." Not wanting to bathe in front of any more people, or suffer the wrath of the guards she wasted little time in stripping off her grass and dirt stained clothes. She dropped into the bath instantly after stripping, letting her perky B cups sink under the warm water, her pink areolas visible from under the water. She leant over the side of the tub and picked up the reed brush and the white soap, quickly dunking both under the water to lather the tip with the soap before using it to brush her teeth, the taste oddly pleasant. After this she left the wet tools by the bath and picked up the pink soap and horse hair brush, similarly wetting it before brushing over her face and back, then the rest of her body until she smelt like lavender and her skin shone with an oiled texture. When done and the tools were lying by the bath she kneeled up and looked around her cell, a small frown crossing her features before she looked up at the man in the neighbouring cell. "Do we get given new clothes?" She asked in a slightly perplexed voice. The answer was a small nod from the pale, leanly muscled individual; he had grey hair combed down his back and along his chest that framed an angular, handsome face and dull green eyes that held a deep sorrow. He held up an open palmed hand in a gesture of patience and sat down against the wall of his cell, eyes closed. Abby had no choice but to wait so she sunk into the tub, thoughts racing with unforseen possibilities. Her thoughts were silenced as three guards came in, each tall and well-built with broad jawlines and strong cheekbones. They looked like they could be related if not for the fact the one in the middle had skin the colour of polished oak, whilst the other two were of a sun kissed white, the white men had eyes of sparkling blue and shoulder length hair of copper whilst the dark skinned man had short cropped raven black hair and piercing brown eyes. She stared at the men with growing embarrassment and a darkening blush. Each one wore long red tunics and held a short-sword sheathed by their sides, but none seemed to have any spare clothes for her. "Aye! Look what we have here, fresh meat! What do you think Teo?" It was one of the fair skinned men. "Too pale for my tastes, and look at her breasts! You have bigger ones Meren" The dark skinned man named Teo answered and slapped the first mans' well-muscled chest with his right hand as if to emphasize his point. Meren simply pushed the hand away with his left and walked towards the cell, stooping over to look Abby in the eyes, the closeness causing her to shy away into the water. The Bird and the Bucket "She acts like the looks if you ask me, a water nymph if ever I saw one!" The unnamed white man responded with a laugh and slapped his companions back with his left hand, "Why not kiss her and see if you can breathe underwater?" To this Meren simply smiled and straightened up, walking over to the table where Teo had already sat himself. "I just might, Jay, I just might." To this the one named Jay shook his head and sat down next to Meren, extending a left hand to grab an empty tankard before looking back at Abby with a smile of unreadable intent. "Are you thirsty lass?" To this Abby nodded, her stomach a bundle of nerves and a steadily creeping fear. "Y-yes, sir... But I would do sooner with some clothes than some drink." To this both Teo and Meren laughed, shaking their heads with their mirth. "You'll have your clothes once you've proved you deserve them" It was the same man again that spoke, his eyes clouding with an expression new to Abby. Before she could react to this sentence the three men stood up and sauntered over to her cell, led by the one named Jay, but her door was unlocked by Teo. Soon after being unlocked the cell door was pressed against the far wall with an iron bar by Jay, whilst he was doing this Meren cups her chin in one hand, lifting her up slow enough for her to be able to reposition her legs. Abby doesn't think to protest until she feels his lips against her own, but once the contact is made she pounces backwards as if electrified, the movement landing her against the muscled chest of Teo. This development wouldn't have shocked her quite as much if she hadn't noticed Teo's tunic lying over by the cell wall, his well-defined stomach sending small sparks of ill bidden arousal from the girl. Despite landing against the naked man, her first glimpse of 'manhood' was when Meren disrobed, just as well muscled as Teo if not quite as built he was a good figure of masculinity. A fact that was only further defined when Abby's eyes drifted downwards, over his muscled thighs and more importantly over his erect penis, standing at roughly 8 inches long and 0.5 thick, his pubes were trimmed and his golf-ball sized balls neatly shaven. She looked away in a panic and tried to squirm against Teo, the movement only causing her damp ass cheeks to rub against his hardening length. Oh... Fuck. With a groan that imitated her thought she slumped down in Teo's grasp, this motion coaxing him into lowering her by his feet, letting her see his monster of a cock, at least 9 inches long and 1.5 thick and shaven as well as Meren's, it sent shivers of both fear and arousal through her. She tried squirming away but already Meren had his hands locked around her ankles, and Teo had a similar grip around her wrists, the motion placing his large cock just above her face, narrowing her vision to little more than the veins pulsing under the dark skin of his cock. She was ready to close her teeth over the side of his rod when he felt his knee press painfully into her forehead, eliciting a small whimper from her throat. "If you were wondering why the people here are so silent, it's because we had their tongues cut off when they bit or blabbed," Teo's voice was matter-of-fact and caused small tears to well up in Abby's eyes. Despite the threat her muscles were visibly contorting as she tried to free herself from the their grips, her hips rising and falling in her violent struggles, causing the sound of wet flesh hitting smooth stone to echo around the cell. Her struggles did nothing but coax Jay forward to kneel by her side with his hands on her stomach, he was now as undressed as the rest of them, his completely shaved cock standing at roughly seven inches long and 1 wide. Abby closed her eyes tight, trying to block out the utter helplessness of the situation. Unfortunately that act of denial seemed to be the signal for Teo to clasp his hand over her mouth, two fingers pinching her nose. She squirmed and bucked with renewed vigour, her face turning red from lack of oxygen, and as it slowly shifts to a purplish blue he unclasps her mouth, eliciting a loud gasping noise as she tries to gulp in the minutes' worth of lost air. An another unfortunate act, for as soon she opened her mouth she felt the smooth, hard flesh of Teo's cock passing her lips and into her mouth, the salty, bitter taste invading her senses, and she barely resisted the urge to gag, even as a surprisingly sweet drop of precum drops onto her tongue and slides down her throat. This penetration made her freeze, the previous threat hot in her ears as she waits for what will happen next. She doesn't have to wait long, after lowering his left hand to rest on her chin, the motion tilting her head back and simultaneously causing his thick fingers to painfully into the soft flesh in a silent threat. Teo thrusts forwards instantly spreading her tight throat to the point that it bulges out obscenely, and tears spring to her eyes as she gags around the massive length. With eyes streaming and throat convulsively milking his cock with spasms, she feels Teo thrust deeper within her distended throat, stopping only once his balls are resting warmly against her nose, blocking her vision and airways. He begins thrusting within her at a steady pace that caused no more discomfort than the initial thrust other than the rather degrading feeling of having her nose and eyes slapped by his balls and the fact she can only breathe in with each outward motion. As soon as she grows used to this she feels an unfamiliar prodding at her lower lips, unable to look down she simply tries to wrestle her legs away from Meren's grip. An act that was as successful as it was before, and seemed to coax him into sliding the tip of his cock within her, stretching her virgin walls uncomfortably. The discomfort grows into a sharp pain as he impales her upon his member, her hymen cruelly torn and left to slowly leak crimson liquid from her violated hole as she screams around Teo's cock, her muscles contorting uselessly as she tries to escape, tears streaming freely down into her hairline in the awkward position. The next few minutes turns into a cacophony of pain and humiliation as the two men saw into her at a steady pace, little sound coming from them other than the light slap of flesh against flesh and the occasional gagging or choking noise from the girl. A small grunt from Teo apparently signalled a change for she was lifted up and flipped-the motion causing the twin rods of flesh inside her to twist painfully within her. In this new position Meren was lying under her, his hands resting on her breasts and keeping her torso high enough so that Teo's thrusts didn't affect him. This change of position wouldn't of affected her in the least if it wasn't for Jay shifting positions to rest behind her, his cock noticeably spreading her ass cheeks before smearing the crack with warm, thick precum that gave him lubrication as he slowly forced his thick length into her virgin tail-hole. The new penetration grants renewed screams from her as his cock forces its way deeper inside her, and then begins thrusting. These movements are echoed by the other two men in a rhythm that eventually numbs the pain. This would continue for close to half an hour before in an act of what she thinks of as well practised teamwork they all hilted inside her, the motion causing her to almost sit up straight due to Meren trying to get Teo's cock away from his own face as they fill her with hot, thick cum, the sensation of being filled almost pleasurable despite the fact she can feel her womb and stomach being bloated. Once done Teo instantly pulls back, followed by Jay and Meren, leaving Abby to curl up on the ground, her ass and pussy leaking small streams of cum onto the cold concrete and her throat red raw and stretched. Seeds of hope and seeds of pain. Abby remained curled up naked and feeling thoroughly abused until the end of their shift, drifting in and out of sleep. When the next shift of guards came in they exchanged glances of pity but did nothing, fortunately for Abby just before they were to be swapped over again Leon came in, eyes bright but features haggard and drawn, he was draped in a shiny ceremonial chainmail that was stained red and held the imprint of a black cats paw on the front. He carried with him a large platter of roast vegetables and steamed pork which he almost dropped when he saw the girl curled up on herself and stained with cum. Without sparing a glance at the guards he hastily put down the food and opened the cell door, rushing over to lift the half-asleep girl into his lap, in response Abby only groaned as she was forced to straighten out. "Who did this to you?! Tell me!" His voice was insistent and filled with concern, but it only got a small shake of the head from Abby. Her fears of having her tongue cut off outweighed her trust in the guard that arrested her by multitudes, such a fact would change though as the shift of the guards swapped over, and the familiar faces of Meren, Jay and Teo emerged traced with fear at the sight of the captain. Leon looked back with a fire in his eyes, and after placing Abby down softly he stood up to his full height, which was a good head taller than the other men, and after taking three steps forward he closed the distance between them. Teo was the first to snap to reality, straightening his back he saluted with his right hand and thumped his left chest before standing statue-like ahead of him. The other two men were only seconds behind, but their frames shook with hidden fear and tension. Leon gave them a disdainful glare and growled in a voice too low for Abby to hear. "If this happens again you will be sent to the conquest in Na'ula as spearmen. Do I make myself clear?" "Yes, captain!" All three men responded in slightly shaky voices. Leon walked back to Abby's cell and put the food in front of her before patting her left shoulder with his right in an attempt to be comforting as he whispers. "I'll be back within the hour, hang in until then." And with that said he left. Whilst he was gone the three men were quiet by the table, occasionally glancing over at Abby or whispering in hushed tones, but for the most part silence reigned. Leon returned after well over an hour, reeking of sweat and skin shining dully with the perspiration, behind him waltzed an elderly man dressed in a long red robe. His features were wrinkled and mostly hidden by a large silver beard that hung down to his stomach, but his grey eyes were kindly and thick eyebrows creased into a frown at the sight of the young girl, in his left hand he held a large black satchel. "What happened to the fledgling? This is an Imperial prison, not some dungeon of debauchery!" His voice rang with the timbre of a much younger man, the volume such that it made the three guards flinch. Leon replied in a hushed tone and went to open the cell, allowing the elderly man in. The elderly man knelt down by the curled form of Abby, the satchel lain to the side as the gnarled fingers of his right hand gently prodded and poked along her bare flesh, eliciting small whimpers every now and then. After about a minute of this he barked at Leon, "lay her out flat on her back, hold her still" Leon knelt down on the other side of her, knees resting in the dried semen as he gently pushed her down by the shoulders with his right hand, his left holding her legs down just under the knees. These movements caused new tears to spring up in her eyes, her stomach and internal organs feeling torn as she spreads out, the feeling doesn't lessen as the old man begins prodding at her stomach, causing her to inwardly wince. These pokes an prods were soon over, replaced instead by Leon helping her up into a sitting position, his right arm resting around her back, his left softly holding her hand. She was thankful for the comfort, especially when the old man pushed her head back softly with his left hand and poured a thick, bitter substance down her throat from a black glassed vial in his right. Abby choked and spluttered but the old man held her lips closed and her nostrils together, forcing her to swallow heavily and shortly after drift off into a dreamless sleep. She awoke to a welcome sight; it was the hot water tub with the hygiene utensils and a large plate full of baked potatoes and carrots, she quickly hopped into the tub and had a quick wash, brushed her teeth and ate. The rest of the day, and most other days were monotonous, once day Leon would come in and make her drink a foul smelling liquid to stop the pains, then he would leave. Each day he was looking more worn and haggard, and each day the guards grew bolder, occasionally seeing fit to yell abuse at her or use one of her inmates how they used her. This would continue for close to a month, in which the pains would grow to the point she would need two doses of the foul smelling liquid, but that wasn't the biggest development; during one change of the guards she snatched up pieces of a conversation from the unnamed guards. "I've heard she has until Sunday," said one guard, tall and burly with a gruff voice. "Doubtful, she killed one of the kings' couriers and bled him dry. Do you really think he'll let her sit here for another week? I give it a day," the other guard was shorter, slimmer and had a distinct northern accent. "There is doubt she did such thing she's but a small girl, not even capable of fending of guardsmen, let alone a kings' courier," the taller one gained irritation to his tone. "Aye, nobody has yet to argue that point, but the evidence is overwhelming," the shorter man gained a placating attitude, letting one hand rest on his companions elbow. The two men would then walk out of earshot, leaving Abby cradled in the far corner with her knees by her chest she stared wide eyed down at her feet, her thoughts racing at this sudden development but her emotions dulled and hidden by shock. It would take her an hour before sleep would come, her dreams wild and vivid. She was being led to a large wooden stadium by a faceless guard, she was squirming and trying to leap out of the iron grip he had around her biceps, but all of this was in vain though and did little to stop him placing her above a wooden trap-door in the middle of the stadium. She was suddenly frozen in fear, staring out at a pool of smiling faces that eagerly awaited her fate, even when the rough rope was strung around her neck she was unable to move. The ground suddenly gave way under her and she screamed, and she awoke sharply to an impenetrable darkness, the usual crisp smell of well washed bodies was replaced by a sharp metallic tang that hurt her nose and lungs to breathe in. The pains in her stomach were tearing through her, she needed the medication but she didn't dare scream for the silence held with it a dark foreboding that chilled her blood. Unable to move due to the pain and unwilling to scream, she could do little more than stare as a fiery light bathed the corner of the cell she was in, the source was from the solid metal door that guarded the entrance to the prison cells, the thick metal was alight like metal just out of the forge. And just like metal out of the forge it was abruptly hammered, the heated metal bulging out and dripping down from the bulge like molten flowing down a hill... When viewed from above. The metal door was struck five more times, one in each corner and one more in the middle, before the colour would take on a blinding quality, forcing Abby to look down as the metal melted down the steps, abruptly cooling down when the being behind it lost contact, forming a metallic sheen over the previously worn stone stairs. They were once again bathed in darkness, the progress of the figure only determined by a sound akin to metal scraping across metal, the smell from before almost disappears by the time the cell to her door is open, but returns with a vengeance when the mysterious figure picks her up and carries her in the crook of what she assumes to be an arm. In too much pain to protest and too scared to scream, she let herself be carried up the stairs, the odd sound of metal scraping metal returning, but is pushed from her mind as she takes in the scene in the guard house. Bodies were strewn over tables, beds and the floor, their facials fixed in multiple stages of anger, fear or sorrow. The only thing they all seemed to share was the fact they all had a perfectly clean cut through their necks, allowing their heads to hang back and bare bloodless pink flesh and the outline of their spine jutting out of the torn flesh like a bridge connecting their heads to their bodies. Abby stared at this impassively; she knew not these faces and had seen much death before now, the only thing that struck her as odd was the lack of blood. A surge of triumph would course through her, the emotion catching her by surprise despite the fact she was staring at the bodies of Meren, Teo, and Jay, all huddled together near a table with their hamstrings sliced and a single clean cut through their jugulars, that gaped open in a gruesome smile, the droplets of blood forming crimson fangs. It was odd that they weren't killed like the others, but odder still that a pool of their own blood was pooling under them and trickling down their necks. She was dimly aware of the fact she should look away and see the person that was carrying her, but turning her head would reignite the currently dulled pains and besides, two other familiar faces were pushed together. A silver beard matted with blood hid the wound she knew was there, and next to him was Leon, body run through with his own sword, bloodless like the rest and staring blankly at the floor. The sight of the elderly man did little to stir her emotions, but the sight of Leon sent a small stab of pain through her own heart, the slight emotion acting as a doorway to pull her out of the shock she went into with seeing the bodies strewn over the floor. The shock that stopped her from doing what she did next; passing out against the arm that held her up. End of pain, foundations of torment. For the second time Abby woke up to a scene she didn't expect, but unlike the darkness of the dungeon this was a pleasant surprise. She was lying down on a soft white mattress and draped with thick, black and purple blankets, her arms were spread out by her sides, brushing against red velvet pillows, and her legs were spread out below her. Painted on the ceiling was a mural of a familiar fantastical landscape that sent chills down her spine. She simply stared up at the odd painting, trying to place where she had seen it before when the pains came back stronger than they ever had been before, causing her muscles to lock up and for her to let out a choked whimper as her tears began to flow freely down the sides of her face. She stayed like this for an unknown amount of time until the sun began to shine in glaringly from the small slitted windows decorating the part of the wall where the yellow, sand washed stone met the mural. Moments after the light forced her to close her eyes she heard a figure entering from a door she hadn't seen, drop something heavy and come rushing over to her. The light is blessedly shielded from her eyes as the figure kneels by her, allowing her to open her eyes and look up into the worried, ebony eyes of her saviour. The sight of the woman caused a whimper to escape Abby, not because of the pain nor because of the fact she was stunningly beautiful, but because of the fact she looked identical to her sister, Lace. Her raven black hair was longer, combed neatly away from her face and flowing down her back, and her ivory skin a few shades lighter, but it was definitely her. The Bird and the Bucket The Lace look-alike showed no signs of recognition as she urgently began to probe at the younger girl with the middle and little fingers of both hands, starting at her neck and slowly making their way down to her upper stomach, at which point Abby let out a strangled scream. With a sympathetic murmur and a knowing look in her eyes she knelt over the younger girl until her lips were within an inch of Abby's ear. "Without proper treatment you will begin... Rotting from the inside, it is a painful way to go but I can make it stop, but first you have to explicitly give me permission to change your being, and you must mean it!" her voice was hesitant and catchy, as if she didn't think that any good would come out of any answer she gave. Abby clutched at the straw of hope, and mustering all her strength she was able to get her vocal cords to obey her. "I... Give you, permission to-AGH!-change my being!!" Her voice was strangled and tainted with pants and half buried screams, but clear. As soon as the last word left her mouth the other lady cupped her right cheek in her left hand, forcing her to look into her dark eyes, dark eyes that seemed to go on forever... Abby soon lost herself within those eyes, the pain and the room fading into non-existence, her reverie only pierced by the oddly cold feeling of the woman's hand on her cheek, and the calm, steady sound of her voice. "The pain is gone, you are calm, relaxed... My name is Delilah, you trust me and you will remain still until I say otherwise..." What she said was true, Abby was indeed relaxed, too relaxed to move, she trusted this being that looked like Lace with all her heart, why wouldn't she? These thoughts went sluggishly through her head as Delilah slowly shifted herself so she's sliding under the blanket, becoming little more than a feeling of cool, wet lips and velvety smooth cold fingers tracing down the bare flesh of her stomach, and then her thighs. Abby wondered idly why she was naked, or what Delilah was doing, but it didn't matter much to her. She trusted her too much to question her methods, and besides, it felt good. The last part of her argument would only strengthen as the cool lips brushed against the delicate lips of her flower, followed smoothly by a tongue that felt like melting ice and left a trail of cold saliva against her smooth flesh where it teased, and traced the puffed up mounds of her sex. Abby was too relaxed to let out a moan, but the slowly leaking nectar of her pussy declared her arousal loud and clear, not that the other lady really needed such a sign for her tongue was already delving deep within the orange haired girls folds. Delilah explored her depths with probing licks and curling flicks that left Abby moaning softly and her pussy squeezing around the still cold tongue, building up to a slow climax. Icy fingers began to slide up the inner left thigh of Abby's leg, their touch sending small chills of pleasure that contrasted to the constant velvety pleasure provided by the tongue. The slow progress to her climax would suddenly be broken when the raven haired girl tilts her head to the side, her tongue dragging up the silken depths of Abby's left wall before disappearing from touch, replaced instead by the feeling of plump lips and sharp teeth. Normally having the edge of her pussy nibbled on caused small sparks of panic to stab through her, however due to the trust she had in her companion, the sensation simply sent small waves of pleasure through her, small waves that abruptly stopped when the contact was lost. "Sorry, but a bite here would change you significantly... But don't worry, you'll only lose a little of the pleasure that may of come,' Delilah's voice was little more than a silken purr as she lets her lips graze against Abby's inner left thigh. The words had little to no meaning to Abby, but she enjoyed the sound of her voice. It reminded her of Lace, and in her current state her heart warmed at the memory of her sister, cooling the ice that had coated her heart since the night she was abandoned. Seconds after the words had left the other ones mouth she felt the sharp teeth of her companions teeth graze up her thigh, a pleasurable feeling that didn't come close to what came next. Delilah made sure to bite exactly three inches down the girls' thigh, too much further and it would just be a bite, and any closer the girl risked 'infection'. After judging the distance was correct she let her teeth slowly sink into the soft flesh, creasing it and finally cutting cleanly through it like the edges of tiny daggers, the small movement created two effects, one was to coax a stream of sweet, sanguine liquid to flow into her mouth and down her throat, the other was to inject a light stream of venom into the girls thigh from her incisors. The mixed sensations of her blood flowing out and an icy substance flowing in caused Abby's muscles to lock up, knowing she isn't meant to move but unable to stop the reflexive motion as her pussy spasms and leaks a copious amount of thick, clear liquid onto the bed sheets. Her orgasm would last four long minutes, in which the other lady would slowly emerge from under the blanket, her skin flushed, lips coated with a dark crimson and hair streaked with orange. Abby's last sight before drifting into sleep would be a face that looks identical to her own, save for a more delicate visage and dark eyes. Murderer, Thief, Saviour. Abby woke up sluggishly; the sun was low and the light in the room pale and comforting. The first thing she would notice would be a woman sitting cross legged next to her, her hands resting in her lap and her face tilted towards Abby. She was dressed in a plain black dress that hid all save for her handsomely featured face, decorated with dark ebony eyes and fiery orange hair. Abby blinked twice, meeting the persons stare before sitting up slowly, so as to imitate the others posture. The only clear differences Abby saw was the richer colouring of her hair and the slightly more delicate features, but before she could say anything the other spoke in a voice eerily like her own. "I am still Delilah, but unfortunately the act that saved you, did this. Now I'm sure you have questions, but one at a time please." Abby slowly digested this, her usual impatience gone, her thoughts clearer. She thought of asking if this figure meant her harm, but figured if she did there was little she could do to stop her, and so settled on the next most pressing question. "What are you?" She asked it politely, her eyes gleaming with intrigue. "A vampire, one breed of many that are scattered across this plain," her answer was short, curt but not impolite. Abby once again digested this for a few seconds, but her next question was a simple one and came out with no lack of politeness or intrigue. "How does your breed differ than the breed well known to the masses?" To this Delilah's lips quirked up into a small smile, her voice tainted with a tone of slight superiority. "My breed is more in-tune to the life force than many, because of such we are able to operate during the day and our feeding habits leave a more... Intimate mark on our physical bodies." Abby took a few minutes to filter through the questions she wished to ask, and the questions she must ask. "You bit my sister, Lace. I wish to know why," the polite tone was gone from her voice, replaced instead by a slight barb as the icy pain clutched her heart anew. "We were consorts," Delilah's answer was short and curt once again. "Why did she forget about me afterwards?" Abby had tears in her eyes as she asked, but her voice remained firm. Delilah took a minute to process this, her features impassive. "I'm afraid that was me, your sister reacted... Badly to our last session, and has been missing ever since," Delilah's tone was truly apologetic by this point, despite how her features remained stony. "Why did you let me get arrested, is Lace ok?" Abby could barely stop herself from screaming or crying at this point, but managed to keep most of the quiver out of her voice. "Lace is ok; she will seek you out when she's ready to mingle with society... And rather simply, I had no idea who you were, other than being a pervert of course," the apologetic tone had left, replaced instead by one laced with humour. "And the tapestry, the rugs, the courier?" Abby's voice had lowered, shock numbing the pain. "Missing, burnt, buried," Delilah obviously wasn't eager to elaborate on this, her eyes closing as if fatigued. "You killed him, and stole the tapestry. Why did you let me leave with it? Why did you want it?" Abby was close to tears again, barely resisting the urge to throttle her look-alike. "I didn't realize you had it, and I wished to find a map that is hidden within it." With this impassively said sentence she abruptly turned on the bed and began walking towards a door built of the same stone of the surrounding walls, it faded at the woman's approach and just before she walked out of the doorway she turned. "You must leave by tonight, you are no longer to be executed but you still have a bounty on your head," and with that said she walked out. Torment or madness? What happened after the vampire left was a blur to Abby, she remembered crying for many hours and eventually falling asleep, but her current surroundings didn't attest to that fact. She was curled up into a small ball near a stone well, lying down on a small well-trodden dirt path that was surrounded by well-maintained pale green grass. She was draped in a long red tunic that was stained with dirt and an odd crimson substance near the collar and along the legs. She stood up slowly on wobbly legs, her head was pounding and the tunic kept threatening to slip off her small shoulders, forcing her to keep her left hand clasped around the collar of the tunic as she stumbled away from the well, the warning of having a bounty long since forgotten. She stumbled down wide cobbled streets, past large yellow buildings, smaller grey ones and finally into a densely packed market street, complete with wooden market stands and the occasional stone building that marked either a brothel or a tavern. She almost vomited at the smell of so many close packed bodies, and in turn the bodies seemed to move out of her way, their owners eager to get away from the small girl that swayed drunkenly and smelt like blood and vomit. Continuing with her unsteady gait for close to an hour she heard many snippets of conversation about guards murdered and an escaped convict, she payed these little mind however, simply following a little voice in her head that urged her down many different streets, and finally stopped in front of what appeared to be a bathhouse. She had no idea what to do from this point and her head was throbbing loud enough to force her to her knees now that she had no purpose, her hands falling limply by her sides as she sobbed silently, tears cascading down her cheeks to land on the red tunic. She wasn't there long before the feeling of a familiar hand dropped onto her right shoulder, coaxing her into looking up at a well-washed and clean shaven version of Leon. The sight of the man she saw dead less than two days ago made her eyes go wide, forcing her to try and stumble backwards, tripping over the long tunic as she let out a loud, high pitched scream and abruptly passed out... Yet again. When she awoke it was on her stomach in a dimly lit cell block, but unlike the previous one the bars were only the gate, and her room was furnished with a small stone bed draped with thin blankets, a hole in the ground that she assumed was the toilet and, a bucket of green laced water that smelt putrescent. Her initial reaction to all this was to push herself onto her hands and knees, the act revealing she had on a virgin white gown that fit perfectly and felt like silk, her initial joy at this turned to confusion when compared to her cell, and suspicion as she crawled to the bars, peering out at what appeared to be imitations of her own cell. The inhabitants of the other cells were lanky and unwashed, gender was determined by if they had a beard or not decorating their hollowed out faces and skeletal frames. The sight of them intrigued her until the man opposite her charged the bars, causing a loud wet crunching noise to be audible where his skull smashed into the unyielding metal. He seemed not to care about this development in the least; instead he thrust his left hand out to point at Abby, his eyes gleaming with manic glee. "IT IS HER!! THE WRAITH OF THE ILL-BEGOTTEN QUEEN HAS COME BACK TO THROW THE KINGDOM INTO CHAOS ONCE AGAIN!" His voice was as manic as his facial and echoed along the once silent corridor. His screaming was met by much jeering and applauding, that is until a steady stream of blood leaked from his cracked skull, down the steel bar and into his line of vision. At this he jumped back, going ghostly white and pointing at the bar as if it was the embodiment of his darkest fears. "THE METAL IS ALIVE!! It bleeds as would a man!" His voice was lost to Abby after this as he turns to scribble odd runes into the walls of his cell. She leaves him to his ramblings and chooses to sit cross legged in front of her cell, awaiting a guard of some sorts to help her. Her wait doesn't last long, within the hour an elderly man begins walking down the corridor, he's draped in a grey robe and is decorated by a long, black beard, bald head, wrinkled sunken features and a hump on his back that forces him to bend over a small wooden cane for support. He stops by Abby's cage and stares down at her, his eyes milky but filled with intelligence. "You are not going to try and attack me from the cells?" His voice was clear and unperturbed by age. In response Abby simply shakes her head, distinct confusion clouding her features. "Do you know why you are here?" His tone had gained a condescending element, yet remained kindly. To this she once again shook her head, thinking it was easier than trying to talk through the lump growing in her throat. The old man shook his head slowly and took a deep breath before beginning his speech. "You are here because you assaulted and killed three guardsmen before escaping into the night, you were then found a month later by an off duty guard outside a bathhouse wearing one of the deceased guards uniforms. Do you remember this?" Abby's eyes grew wide as she thought over the implications, the more she thought the less she was unable to resist the urge to scream until finally she lunged at the cages, her hands gripping the cold steel and tears streaming down her face. "It wasn't me! The vampire did it! She killed them all, and burnt down the metal door and took me with her! Leon was dead, I saw it!" The rest of her story was drowned in sobs as she collapsed onto her knees with her head resting against the bars. This outburst triggered little more than a sympathetic shake of the old man's head. "Leon is quite alive, my dear. As is everyone else other than the three you assaulted, now don't worry Leon made it perfectly clear what happened previously, a month of being raped daily would drive many of us to do those acts, and in an act of kindness His Grace has spared you from execution" To this Abby simply whimpered, and looked back up at the man with a tear streaked face. "But they stopped after Leon... And then she... I remember it all; she looked like my sister and she killed them all..." The old man once again shook his head sadly. "You never had a sister, let alone a vampiric one. You were abandoned on the steps of the Imperial church and were raised by the priestesses, after which you escaped into the farmlands surrounding the city, killed a courier and well... I've told you the rest." Abby shook her head rapidly, her hair flinging against the bars as she did so, unable to let out any vocal protests over her heavy sobbing. The old man would eventually leave and she would eventually fall asleep. Only to be awoken with a yelp by a bucket of icy water thrown over her head by a passing guard. She was about to question him when she saw the process repeated by another guard to the man in the cell across from hers, she assumed this was what accounted for hygiene here and didn't protest. She occupied her time by lying back on the cold ground and counting cracks in the roof above her, when she grew bored of that she began exercising, doing small laps of her cell intermingled with sit-ups, squats, push-ups and any other type of exercise she could think of. Her first meal arrived a few hours later and consisted of green slop and a mouldy piece of bread in a bowl which she ate gingerly. She fell asleep later on the bed and awoke covered in small itchy lumps from where bugs had transferred from the blanket and onto her, she scratched at these furiously but found little release. The next day, long after her meal she tried to drink some of the water, the result giving her violent diarrhoea for the next few days, which resulted in her drinking more of the disgusting water and so on. In between her stomach aches she continued to exercise, seeking the pain as release. She fell asleep at random intervals, and was never asleep long before an icy bucket of water was thrown on her. This continued for four weeks, in which she had gained considerable muscle tone, her hair had grown longer and her stomach constantly felt weak. That coupled with the numerous itchy bites and burning rashes lacerating her and the fact her only hygiene came from the icy cold buckets thrown at her once she had fallen asleep led her facials to become haggard and drawn out. Her white robes were soaked with sweat, dirt and blood, her cell smelt like faecal matter and her teeth constantly ached. At the end of the four weeks she felt ravenous, and her mind constantly itched, causing her to have random violent outbursts which led to more than one broken knuckle. But this day isn't worth mentioning because of that, the reason it's singled out is because the monotony broke, although it broke in an unpleasant way. Led by an excessively tall and muscled guard with broad features, deep set brown eyes and similarly coloured hair was a group of five men. Each one was dressed in a uniform dark green, their features blurred under white veils. They each held a long stick in which they used to poke at passive in-mates until they lunged at the bars or until the guard stopped them. When they stopped at Abby's cell she instantly jumped to the end of the cells, desperately crying out for food or help, rambling about the vampire, her sister and the dead guards. This provoked little more than laughing and a cautious step back from her cell before walking off when it grew boring. This, like everything else eventually became a part of the daily ritual, reducing her to doing little more than sleep when there wasn't food, her stomach wasn't rejecting food or when she wasn't being stabbed or water thrown on her. Saviour from Madness, or Madness: the saviour? This had gone on for well over six months before something new happened, and as with everything else new, this was unexpected. It was a bird, sitting on the water bucket in her cell. And not just any bird, but a familiar bird, coloured with brown and black spots, long black tail feathers and elongated talons that dug into the wood of the bucket. It stared at her with bright yellow eyes, its beak dripping with a scarlet liquid, and for her part she stared back at it with mild confusion from where she sat squatting on her stone bed. They simply stared at each other until the bird broke the silence, in a way most unusual for a bird, it spoke, in a lilting, feminine accent that carried an air of authority.