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| Macer Quote | Reply | This message was updated on 8/24/2003 9:20:51 PM by Macer | The Wagon of 'Pleasures' posted on: 8/24/2003 9:19:39 PM The raid had gone as planned thought Tilk, the city vermim's caravans had gone right where Him and his 100 had herded them to. The small hill altho on the plains of Turia is would be considered a mountain, had concieled Rune and his 1000. The caravan was helpless in the face of such overwealming odds, it was only a short time after that the Blood people had started pilliaging it for anything of value. Teach them to take a short cut through our land, Rune thought, altho his thoughts where more of the one that he ordered his men to find. That was the real reasion for this whole operation. Months of planning, many hands bribed, a few necks slit in the night and many many rumours started just so that this day would come to pass. Almost lost in his own thoughts he barely herd the shout Kylethya screaming over the din of the pillaging that he had found who they where looking for. Instently a wicked smile crept up the sides of his mouth as the man was brought before him bound at the wrists. Rune looked at him and his look of horror on his face as he knew he was defeated. Rune looked down at him and spit in is face, his voice bellowed " TAKE HIM TO SEE CREZVAK THE TORTURER!" A hush falled over the pillaging as anyone who was in earshot herd the name Crezvak and amost shuttered. Rune just smirked and knew that by moons rise that this city vermin scum would be begging for death. Kylethya and Rune 'escorted' there guest to Crezvaks wagon, it was a huge wagon with 2 smokstakes just bellowing out smoke, it was unlike every other wagon in the Kamp as it was a jet black with nothing identifying about it , but everyone knew who's it was as avoided it as was shown by noone else having there wagons with 100 feet of it. Outside there was shackles and chains bolted to the side of it for holding 'guests'. Rune banged on the door and shouted "Crezvak I have brought him for you." The door opened and a dark figure emerged, he was dressed all in black with a black hood over his head that had a little symbol on it. People had asked before what it ment but he just ignored them like they wernt there. He was a big man about 6'2" and probley about 200lbs, imposing with cold emotionless eyes that peeked out through his hood. You could almost see the smile through his hood as he eyed his new toy up like a kid in a candy store. Crezvak grabbed the man by his hair and pulled him into the wagon,his eyes almost bulging out of his skull as he saw for the first time the inside of the wagon and what his fate was. He tried to struggle and started to beg to the three men "please, please anything but this anything, I have money I will make you all wealthy men." he pleaded. Crezvak just chuckled he liked it when they at first tried anything to get out of is 'Wagon of PLeasures'. It was like music to his ears, the begging,pleading,bribery, he especially liked it when they started to breakdown inside and cry as they finally excepted that this was there fate. Still clutching his hair he looked back at Rune who just nodded and Kylethya who just turned away. He slammed the door and barred it from the inside with a huge beam of wood. He made his way past the braizers with by not white hot irons and tongs that no doubt would be put to good use. The merchents crys of mercy had almost stopped as he was reduced to just unintelligable sobs and mutters. The iron chains clicked around his arms and legs, again Crezvak thought music to my ears. He reached behind the chained up man and pulled a quiva off of the wall holster there and looked at the man. All the merchent did was beg for death, but all he did was cut his clothes off and throw then into one of the fires watching them burn in seconds and a slight puff of smoke escaping up the chimmney there. "What do you want?? PK's spare me, JUST PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT??!??!!?." he shreaked as Crezvak picked up the white hot iron. "What do I want city vermin? I want to here to scream." He said in a level voice betraying no emotion. The iron was held close to his foot, the heat was unberable to the merchant and he started to scream and cry again. The iron plunged into his foot,the skin sizzeling and blistering almost instently the shreak that came from his mouth like some kind of animal in excruiating pain. The iron was pulled out of his foot and Crezvaks hand picked up his foot and the iron was plunged into the bottem of his foot. The merchant tried to shreak but nothing came out of his mouth. Crezvak put the iron back into the brazier and looked at him with those cold eyes. "Now talk." was all that came out of his mouth. " For the Love of the PK's WHAT DO YOU WANT?!" came out of his mouth all hoarse like. Crezvak picked up the tongs and looked at the man again. The tongs dug into his toes on his left foot." Talk." again was the only words that came out of his mouth. " I dont know ...I dont know what you want..." he sobbed inbetween shreaks. The tongs where replaced inthe fire and he pulled the quiva out from his belt and grabbed the mans penis in his hand and started to give it quick shallow cuts, then he picked up a bucket of viniegar and imersted it in it . This was to much for the merchant and he died from the shock. Just then a loud banging came at his door. People knew how much he hated being interupted while he had a guest. He looked back at the dead merchant and cursed his sloppyness...altho the man had talked. He opened the door and saw rune standing there with a odd look on his face. "Crezvak...umm it seems that we had brought the wrong man to you, so well let him go." Cezvak just looked back at the still chained body and then looked to Rune. "He died" was the even reply, as he shrugged. "Well then feed his carcus to the sleens." said Rune " and we will be bringing you another guest soon." The Smile under his hood was from ear to ear, the prospect of another 'guest' was the only thing that made him smile. He went outside to find a slut to unchain the body and drag it to the sleen pits, he himself was going to get a bota of paga and get drunk. |
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Kassar_Ghost
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The Wagon of 'Pleasures'
replied on: 8/25/2003 11:52:09 PM *watching the hooded figure approach chills race up and down her spine as topaz cringes inwardly as the aura of death brushes lightly past, the most feared words in kamp ring in her head..."slut rid and clean My wagon of the trash within feed it to the sleens but be sure to NOT touch anything else" topaz's head drops momentarily as she wonders why the Torturer found her for this task, inhaling deeply her heart racing she fetches a bucket of warm water and scrubbing brush setting them to the upper step of the wagon of darkest pleasure she turns and runs to find another girl... *searching for and finding ruby she tells the girl to wait outside of the wagon she'll be needed in a few ihns. Her body trembling as she climbs the stairs to the wagons door she senses the dark presence of the Torturer a soft gasp caught between rosy lips as she spins expecting him behind her, seeing nothing there she looks out around kamp noting His form hunched beside a fire pit a bota of paga at His lips she shakes her head trying to clear it of the disturbing sensation of being watched with malice... *pushing open the door she turns to look at ruby the girls face white her small hands shaking topaz leans back towards her saying " forget it ruby go find crystal and bring her back here, you go tend the needs of the Free and from the looks of it, The Torturer will be needing another bota any ihn now", amber eyes watch as ruby mutely nods her head the girls colour returning as she bolts to find crystal, turning back to the wagons' door topaz takes a long deep breath steading her nerves then steps inside... *the darkness broken by the dull glow of the braziers and a few well placed oil lamps, semi circles of light in an otherwise totally black interior, the effect designed to instil terror in those who enter, her nose wrinkling as the scent of burnt flesh reaches her nose, trembling she turns to the wall, eyes wide as she sees the outline of the hapless merchant slumped in chains blinking rapidly she forces herself to walk to him fingers fumbling with the cuffs at it's feet then unhooking the cuff on it's right wrist the body swaying crazily as it plunges forward, gagging she presses her shoulder into it pushing hard holding the body upright her skin crawling as she works to free the merchant... *the weight of the man now freed of the supporting chains fells topaz the merchant laying on top of her it's weight pinning her to the floor boards she whimpers as she wiggles out from under him, straining to lift him even a little bit then reaching for the chains which so recently held the merchants foot she pulls on it dragging herself out from under him her hip skinned by the rough wooden boards beneath her, kneeling hands on the floor she pants her heart thudding hard in her chest she whimpers again as she feels the tepid blood from merchant running down her thigh, shaking she pushes back to stand bending low she takes hold of his foot and pulls... *inch by inch she moves the body her fingers slipping in the bloody ooze as she tries to move the body, screaming as something pulls free her eyes tearing as she jumps the objects held fast in her hand heading for the door she calls out to crystal to bring a bucket harta... opening her hand she sees toes torn free in her palm retching she drops them in the bucket noting with sympathy the look of revulsion on crystals normally sweet face.. *rethinking her move she enters the wagon this time going for the head of the merchant grabbing him under both arms she pulls him about the body moving easily in the pooling slime on the floor, working her way to the door she edges the body to the top step, then looking down shrugs, sits on the small stairway edging and pressing her feet to the corpse pushes hard, the body falling down the stairs to land at crystals feet, looking up she watches crys "don’t you dare run girl there’s work to be done, make a sling with ropes tie them under it's arms and around it's chest make it so we can drag the body i'll be a short time inside them we'll take that to the sleen pen" collecting the bucket topaz re-enters the wagon washing the floor free of the slimy mess not wanting to know how much is blood and how much is from the loss of bodily functions the merchant let go at the moment of death... *done scrubbing she hurriedly exits the wagon, looking up she sends a silent plea skywards to not ever let her enter that wagon again. Cleaning her body of the mess she hurries to crystals side placing a small hand on the girls shoulder breaking her gaze from the body says to her "ready sis?" at a nod from crys she wiggles around setting the rope across one shoulder down between her breasts then around her waist watching as crys does the same the bucket strap crossing the other shoulder bumping at topaz's hip, then bracing our feet we pull in unison dragging the merchant to the sleen pens... *gasping and panting for breath we look up seeing Master Tilk lounging against the railing of the pen the sleen snorting dripping saliva growling deep in their long throats, their feeding frenzy already set to explode we drop the body and stand aside watching as He easily rolls the body into the pen under the lowest railing, He picks up the bucket looking inside laughing at His own thoughts, as we stand transfixed as the body is pulled apart shoulders, arms,legs and head all devoured by snarling snapping sleens, their vicious eyes turning to focus on us, we plead to be allowed to return to kamp at a nod we turn and run to wash the filth from our bodies.... *a quick hug then back to serving the Free crystal begging me never to make her do that again, i wink at her and say well toughen the new girl up and you wont.......... |
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The Wagon of 'Pleasures'
replied on: 8/29/2003 6:36:00 AM Not bad.....not bad at all! ...And I didn't even have to censor out any naughty words! Color me impressed! Sincerely, keep up the good work. I enjoyed immensely. |
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