Untitled Female Blackguard Story by Anonymous >This was originally posted back in the year 2011 in a thread about blackguards on 4chan's /tg/. All that is known is that Anon claimed to have written it after rolling for a female blackguard on a /tg/ monstergril waifu chart, and that English is not the author's native language. Presented here is the unedited text pasted directly from sup/tg/'s archive.< Scalrick looked at the men surrounding him. Like him, they were chained up on a wagon, wearing next to nothing. Everyone of them had an athletic build, a pretty face and was covered in flowers. Next to them on the wagon were untold riches. Great flagons of gold, gem encrusted pieces of finest armor, carved statues of shining black dragonbone. The cart was pulled by four huge oxen and led by a few orcish warriors who talked among themselves in their guttural language. From time to time they cast sneering glances at the men on the cart and laughed. While the cart was dragged through the warcamp Scalrick made out numerous different factions who seemed to remain among themselves. The orcish section of the camp was huge, almost as big as the part that belonged to the Necromancer Lords of the city of Gorast. The orcish guards grew a bit nervous as they entered the Gorastian warcamp. The few living men and women Scalrick could see from the cart wore black robes and directed troops of armoured skeletons and zombies into precise military formations. One such a group approached the cart, shielding a robed man in their midst. "Well, well." he called out to the group. "What do we have here? Some greenskinned savages that want to join the glorious forces of Gorast? And such fine exemplars, you would make good warriors..." "Out of way, corpselover!" the biggest of the orcs shouted. "We bear gift from city for great Morven!" "Is that so?" the Necromancer seemed thoughtful. "As far as I know no such gift is expected from the city we are about to besiege. So what keeps me from killing all of you and raising your bodies for the Gorastian cause, while keeping these gifts for myself?" "Morven smart! She`ll find out and you be sorry!" "Indeed, you have a point there, my dimwitted friend. She is very smart and I would be very sorry." The Necromancer gestured and his troops moved aside. "On then, and bring my best regards to the Lady Morven." The orc just grunted iritated into the mans general direction and got the cart moving again. While slowly climbing towards the top of a hill they passed the campfires of a tribe of Ogres, a group of Gorgons practicing with powerful dragonbone bows and discussing strategy with a man in black full plate, and a summoning circle where demonologists summoned and bound demons. As they neared the top of the hill Scalrick could see the gilded towers of the city he called home. He asked himself if they would still be there tomorrow. On top of the hill there was a large tent with a massive table in front of it. There were guards in heavy black platemail and around the table a number of important looking figures were assembled, seemingly planning the movement of troops on a large map. Between a massive Hobgoblin with a scared face, a Gorastian Necromancer in pompous robes and a Gorgon covered in golden trinkets from head to tail stood a woman that was almost seven feet tall. She wore a heavily adorned black plate and a flying red cape that gave her a lordly appearance. She wore no helmet and when she aproached the wagon Scalrick could see shoulderlong silver hair and a face that was both beautyful and coldly aloof. The orcs quickly sank to their knees. "Report." Her voice was like sweet music and an icy chill combined and commanded imediate attention. "Great Morven! We bear gifts and message from city-people! They want peace!" The leading orc offered a scroll to the woman. She took it from his hand, dismissed the orcs with an absentminded gesture, broke the seal and read the message. The hint of a smile twisted the corners of her mouth. "Calistra! Bring feather and ink!" From the shadows of the tent emerged a scantly clad woman, with her eyes cast down, bearing the writing utensils her misstress had called for. "Write down what I tell you. High Lords of the City of Aubairne. I received your most genorous gifts. While I always appreciate gold and slaves, your city is of key strategical value to my further plans and so I can not afford to leave it behind untouched. But I see your will to be reasonable about this matter and so I hereby make you an offer to resolve the situation with as little bloodshed as possible. Tomorrow my troops will move against your city. We demand your gates to be open and your troops to be disarmed. Furthermore we demand the following people delivered to us this very night: Lord August of the House Hatorn, Marshal Fentick Eltir of the Aubairne Army, the High Bishop Alacartus of the Temple of Sol, Lady Elisabeth Thorne, High Comander of the Eyes of Aubairne and Baron Tolward of Highcastle, who hides behind your walls. If you comply to these demands, no citizen of Aubairne will be harmed, as long as he or she doesn`t take up arms against the forces of the Crusade. Excluded from this offer are the temples of Aubairne and their clergy, members and servants of the high house Hatorn, and those who serve the Eyes of Aubairne. If you fail to comply, your city will be sacked and all its citizens will either be killed or sold into slavery. I hope you see reason, for your own sake and the sake of your people. With highest regards, Morven, Chosen of Bhaal." While the Hobgoblins features were twisted with a cruel smile and the Gorgons face was alien and unreadable, the Necromancer looked outraged. "Lady Morven, this is unacceptable! What if they give in? We can not allow Gorasts most ancient enemies to persist!" The womans face was cold when she turned. "While the Magister-Lord speaks for the mighty High Council of Gorast, he should not forget that I speak with the voice of Bhaal. Does he doubt His judgement?" There was a short moment of tension, the Necromancers face pale with supressed rage. Then he bowed his head. "Of course not, Chosen One." "Good. This meeting is dismissed." The group disassembled. The armored woman ordered some of her servants to take care of the goods on the cart. Then she mustered the men chained up on the cart. There were four of them. "Hmm, what to make of you... All of you are fine exemplars, but I don`t actually need the service of more than one of you." Scalrick tried not to draw any attention to himself and just looked down to the floor when she stepped up to man chained up next to him and lifted his head so that he would face her. The man was shaking uncontrolably. "Awww, such a pretty face, but I have no taste for cowards." She gestured to the guards. "Give him as a present to the Gorgons. I heard they like it when their playthings squirm before they die." The man was dragged off screaming. She stepped further to the next man who looked up at her defiantly. "There is much more fire in you, I can see that. But you don`t have the attitude of a slave. Which reminds me, as far as I know the feeble gods of your city don`t look favourably on slavery. So I ask myself, what kind of people did the High Lords send to appease me?" The man spat. "If you must know, they took us from prison. Men who were codemned anyway. But don`t get the wrong idea, just because I was a criminal doesn`t mean I have no morals. I`d rather die then serve the bitch of the tyrant god!" "I see." There was no emotion on her face as she raised her hand. A storm of red lightning cascade over the man in front of her and slowly peeled away his skin, causing the man to flail and scream in unbelivable agony. When she stoped, the face and body of the man was a red, smoking ruin, but he was still alive, moaning and moving weakly. "As you can see I don`t take well to insolence. Throw him to the worgs." As the guards dragged the man away, the woman turned her attention to Scalrick and the other man that was left. "That leaves you two. It appears both of you are still in full control over your bladders and also know when to hold you tongues. But how should we disolve this dilema? Maybe a fight to the death?" She smiled cruely. Provoking no imediate reaction from neither Scalrick nor the other man she seemed pleased. "Ah, but I am not looking for a bodyguard, am I? I think I know a quicker and less wasteful solution. Remove those flowery things they are wearing." The female servant who had written down the message to the lords of Aubairne stepped up and followed the order given to her, exposing the mens genitals. "Hmmm, I think we have a winner." She turned to the man next to Scalrick and for a moment his heart sunk. "But don`t worry. It is not your fault you are not as well endowed as your friend over there. And so I will put you to use and not just discard you." She turned to her guards. "Put him to work in the baggage train. And give him something to cover himself after you have branded him." Then she walked up to Scalrick. He felt how his chains losened. "Rise." Her voice was still sweet, cold and commanding. Scalrick rose to his feet, stretching his aching muscles. The woman called Morven was more than a head taller than him. "What is your name?" "Scalrick." he answered, his voice even and calm. "Then know this, Scalrick. Even if you are slave now, you are still in control of you own fate. Serve me well, please me and you shall prosper. Disobey or displease me and you shall suffer. Try to flee or attack me and you shall die. Slowly. Do you understand?" "Yes, mistress." Morven looked pleased. "Then it is time to go to my tent." The inside of the tent was spacious and luxurious. Racks for armor and weapons filled most of the first room which was seperated by curtains of satin. "Scalrick, help Calistra removing my armor." The female servant worked quick and precisely and Scalrick did his best to match her speed and skill, removing what seemed to be half a ton of blackened metal from the body of his new mistress. Underneath it was a well trained body, muscular but still feminine. With a body like this she would be able to easily overpower Scalrick if he should try anything on her. When the armor was removed from her body they moved on to another room that was dominated by luxurious devans and big plushy cushions. She moved her hand and the female servant removed the bands of clothing that had covered her body up to now. When she turned towards him, Scalrick couldn`t look away. She was really beautyful, her body like a work of art. Despite her muscular build her breasts were full and her hips entrancing. Naked as he was, Scalrick couldn`t hide his growing erection. Morven smiled in satisfaction as she lay down on a devan. "Stay were you are and watch." she commanded. The servant, Calistra, had also removed her clothes. He had been so focused on Morven that hadn`t noticed it earlier. But while she lacked the stunning, inhuman beauty of Morven, she was still an attractive young woman. Now she dropped on her knees and buried her head between the tighs of her mistress. Morven closed her eyes and and let out a sigh of pleasure as her servants tongue started working on on her moist lower lips. Scalricks penis was now painfully errect at the sight before him, but he didn`t move and watched. Calistra started to work her tongue quicker and used two fingers to enter her mistress, who let out small cries of pleasure. After a few minutes the skillful maidservant had worked Morven to shuddering, breathtaking orgasm. When Morven opened her eyes she gestured at Scalrick. "Now I am ready for you." Scalrick stepped over to the devan, calm, even as his cock was throbbing with anticipation, showing no signs of haste. She lay before him, her legs spread, her juices flowing freely. Calistra was behind her, caressing her breasts and teasing her errect nipples. "Come on, do it, now!" she comanded. "I want to feel you in me!" He didn`t hesitate and entered her with a force he would have never used on a normal woman. She led out a loud moan of pleasure and then gripped him at the throat, strong like a bear. "Don`t cum before me. I would be very displeased." she poured. "And now fuck me! Fuck me as hard as you can!" Scalrick was eager to follow that order. While he was not as powerfully built as Morven, he was still athletic and he pumped into her with a speed and stamina that matched. Using one hand to steady himself at her hip, he wetted the fingers of the other hand with his salvia and started to work on her clit. She reacted with cries of pleasure and soon with another mindnumbing orgasm, almost crushing his hips with her thighs. He didn`t stop and she didn`t complain, her screams of pleasure only growing louder and more enthusiastic. Even as he came and filled her with hot semen he still didn`t stop. He only concentrated more on every muscle in his body, slipping into a trance, while fucking her to two more orgasms that almost lasted a minute. Then, when she shuddered beneath him in her fourth orgasm, her hands tearing the silk from the devan in ecstasy, something in his mind connected. It was like clockworks suddenly gripping into each other. His mind filled with calm and clarity and cold energy flowed into his right hand. The thing that formed in his hand was like a shadow intensifying until it was a shard of pure blackness. Morvens eyes were closed and the maidservant had buried her head in her mistress silver hair. So he plunged the shard down unhindered and buried it deep between the womans breasts. Her eyes opened wide in pain and surprise and she cramped beneath him, a sudden croak emerging from her throat. Starteled from the sudden change of movements and sounds the servant raised her head. As she saw what was jutting out between her mistresses breasts, she gave away a starteled choke. Then she scrambled of the devan, darting out of the tent, screaming. Scalrick had his eyes fixed on the dying womans face. She stared back at him. "You... You have achieved nothing, Assassin." she whispered. "Your city will burn." "No." Scalrick answered calmly. "Without you to hold them together this army will be at each others throats in notime. They are leaderless and hate each other as much as their enemies." "You will... die..." she whispered with her last breath, hate strong in her voice. "I know." he answered. He closed his eyes, thinking about his mother and sisters back at the city and offered a quick prayer to Sol as the first sword plunged into his back.