Foreword
I honestly don't know what the fuck this is.
There are no explanations, and no backstory, it is just like a chapter from a book. Maybe a book I will one day write.
I just opened my mind and started writing without thinking, nothing was planned, nothing plotted. I wrote it in one sitting, finished it, and came on my hand.
It's non-con, force, beatings, blood, and killings.
You have been warned.
I have a feeling this will get my lowest grade ever.
If it even gets published.
At least it's short and sweet (well, I think it is pretty sweet).
Enjoy!
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She was only 19 but had already experienced more than she should have. She lost her parents early, her village was burnt down and life had been hard.
Her eyes still had some light in them but it had started to dull, and if a change didn't come soon the light would go out. Her hair was long and raven black, it used to have a shine and luster but was now greasy and tangled with dried clumps of cum spread throughout. Full red lips, a little too beat up with too much-dried blood. They had knocked out a tooth when they captured her, and her nose was a bit crooked from one of the first hits. They had dragged her into the cell in her hair, so she had scrape marks on her back and buttocks.
To be fair, she had fought back, one of the reasons they had treated her so roughly was that she had managed to kill two of them before they knocked her out.
There was a dull pain in the back of her head and probably some dried blood, or cum, it was hard to tell as dirty as she was.
Her breasts were full and firm and had always hindered her when fighting. Her master had said that she would have been a few seconds faster with a smaller bust, especially when fighting several opponents. But she couldn't change much about her tits, and anyway, she loved the way they looked. Even if they right now were a bit bruised.
Her teacher was over 100 years old but had started training her when her parents died, she couldn't have been more than five and didn't have any memories of them at all.
Lee was still wearing her black cotton yoroi but it was in tatters and she just wore it out of pride, it didn't keep her warm nor cover her body.
Her cunt was swollen and bare from the fucking she had taken since the imprisonment. They had not washed her, but for some reason shaved her every morning, and for that she was grateful. At least some of her felt clean.
She got some water and stale bread and a few days ago she had gotten some rancid vegetables and she started looking forward to more of that.
The cell was bare stone with a dirt floor, it was dark, cold, and damp and there was no natural light. Sometimes they let a torch burn for a few hours but it had been at least two days since the last one.
There were several different people interrogating her, but two of them were more insistent. A tall, dark man with intense brown eyes that seemed to look straight through her. He was also the more violent.
The other was a woman, nicer, but violent in a different way. She was taller than Lee and gorgeous. With a fighter's body and moved like a dancer. She had red curly hair and pale skin, a narrow waist and strong arms. She had once slapped Lee so hard that her head bounced off the stone wall. Afterward, she very tenderly cleaned the blood from her face and talked about her childhood. It had been scarier than the slap.
She fell asleep in a corner and woke up a bit later from a rat chewing on her foot, she killed it without a second thought and threw it in the pile with the others.
She stood up and stretched. Every single part of her hurt, but right now her jaw was the worst. Not only from the beatings, but it was also the tall cock, it was huge.
She opened and closed her mouth a few times, felt the jaw ticking, and moved it from side to side. Yeah, still sore as fuck.
A rib was probably broken too, they had kicked her pretty badly after she managed the kill the two men. She tried to touch her side but it was too bruised.
She took some water from the bucket and rinsed her mouth. Spat it out on the floor, and did the same thing again.
There was a noise in the corridor and she saw a light coming towards her. She knew what to do and took two steps back against the wall. They were really careful with her.
A young man carrying a tray of food and a guard with a torch stopped in front of the bars. The young man put the tray down and fumbled with some big keys. He finally got the door open and they stepped into the darkness of her cell.
But she was ready, she had rehearsed this in her mind the whole night. Or day. It was impossible to tell anymore.
She had always been fast and her teacher had spent days and weeks drumming into her how her speed was her biggest asset.
Lee took three incredibly fast, long steps, jumping up with one foot on the wall, and while pushing away from the wall, slid the sword out from the guard's scabbard, landing behind him and with one switch motion cutting his throat. She dropped the sword and with the momentum from the kill grabbed the young man's head and broke his neck.
He was dead before he understood what had happened.
She picked up the sword and sneaked out through the door. Her body ached after the sudden action and she had underestimated how hurt she was. She was limping and held her side while slowly going up the stairs. She stopped between two floors to catch her breath and let the pain in her body settle a bit before continuing.
That's when she heard someone clearing his throat and she turned around only to face two intense brown eyes. There was a piercing pain and a feeling of being hit by a mountain before everything went black.
Something ice-cold and wet hit her face and she opened her eyes. Her face hurt and her hands were burning. She looked up and saw her hands in iron hanging above her head in a chain. Next to her was a guard holding a bucket, which explained why she was cold and wet.
Her head bounced off the wall and she felt a heat in her cunt. The tall man was standing behind her with his breeches open, fucking her from behind. His huge cock filled her and even though she hated him, and her arm felt like it would rip from her body any second she couldn't help but push back against his cock.
He grabbed her hair and pulled hard until she was staring at the ceiling.
"Naughty naughty girl. I am running low on guards."
He grabbed her tits and kneaded them hard, pulling her nipples while pounding her cunt so she kept hitting the wall with her face.
