Warrick reached down and pulled the woman off of his cock and slapped her hard. "Just because I am talking does not mean you do less than your best. Now, unless you want to be tossed to Sergot, do better."
The woman blanched at the mention of Sergot and continued her oral ministration of the Earl, she was not experienced but fear lent her some skill. She felt someone come up behind her but she never lost focus on the Earl's cock. Feeling her shift rising behind her and revealing her nudity and her pussy and tight brown star. She started to shiver, worried that it was Sergot. Then she felt small rough hands and sharp nails dig into her flesh. It would be the priest, she shivered in fear, thinking it would be better if Sergot was there. She heard chanting in no language she understood, but the tone and words filled her with unfathomable fear. She kept licking and sucking on the Earl, her master, one of her hands playing with his balls, the other stroking the part of his shaft that was not in her mouth.
Earl Warrick liked this kind of attention and she knew if he was brought to satisfaction, she would be left alone for a few days at least. If, however he was displeased, she would be put in a pillory to be used by his army. There was usually a long line of men waiting to use who ever was in the pillory. Right now her friend was out there, the third day of her punishment. Two more days to go and she was used morning and night.
She felt a cold presence against her womanhood, the priest had finished his spell. His member doubled in size, icy cold and she was not wet. She was never wet, none of the women were. Some spell cast on them by the priest kept them from feeling pleasure. He after all was the high priest of the God of Suffering. She actually felt bad for Queen Releya, should she be taken. She would suffer until Warrick tired of it. That could take a very long time.
Screaming around the Earl's cock as Krevvan pushed into her in one go. He stretched her pussy and pushed hard against her womb. The cold bit into her and just added to the pain of the size of the cruel cock. Both men chuckled as she screamed. She knew she was bleeding. This was the offering to HEIRON and it had to involve Blood and Pain, but not just to women, it included their men. She saw, out of the corner of her eye, one of the women bringing a man into her view. His eyes filled with despair. For the past week, her husband had to watch them despoil her. In the beginning his eyes were full of rage, now it had become despondent acceptance. Tears ran down his face. She knew something he didn't. Soon he would be in her place and she would have to watch.
These men were vile, depraved and despicable. She knew that fear was their aphrodisiac and they knew how to create it. The Earl used his hands to press her down farther until he was buried to the root in her mouth. She knew she would have to fight so as not to pass into darkness. If she didn't Krevvan would finish in her womb, if she passed out, she would awaken as he took her ass.
The Earl was large and he had passed from her mouth and into her throat. Her husband could see her neck distend from the Earl's prick. He could see it pulse, watch his wife swallow so it hurt less. He watched her face turn red and he worried for her. Wishing he could free himself and kill Warrick the Vile. All he could do though is pray, pray to ALLSTAR God of Compassion and Vengeance, to aid him in any way the God could.
She felt his immense member fill her mouth and throat. The heat from his flesh felt like he was burning from the inside out. The ice-cold prick in her poor cunny drove her mind to try and retreat to safety, but there was no where it could go. She was trapped mentally and physically to this torture. It was part of the ceremony. The she felt the ordeal ending as the Earl pulsed in her and filled her belly full of his seed. Then the high priest filled her womb with his disgusting seed.
"My lord, it is done. We will know tomorrow if HEIRON was pleased. If he was, then a child of HEIRON will have been conceived." At this announcement both husband and wife wailed. "Ah, that is a good Omen. That last sound of suffering should have captured his attention. I feel good about this."
"Excellent, but I leave nothing to chance. We will prepare to move with a small contingent."
"Where are we going my lord?"
"There is a noble of the kingdom a few days ride to the north. We shall make offerings of those who live there to HEIRON. Get ready priest, we shall go visiting."
He laughed and laughed. Both Husband and wife, though they had just been through a horrific experience, felt sorry for the souls inhabiting the noble's keep. The would be used horribly for day until they begged for release, whether set free or death. Death would be better. He was extremely cruel to new victims; they tended to scream and cry more than the victims who had been around longer.
Warrick led fifty of his men, Sergot, Krevvan and the Mage Audel. It took them two days to reach the keep and when they arrived a courier rode past them. Warrick ordered two of his men to split off and subdue the courier once out of view of the keep. He led the rest of his party to the gates. Two guards approached him.
"State your name and purpose here."
Warrick sighed; he hated this part. "I am Earl Warrick. I am here to see your lord and master. That is all you need to know."
The guard paled just a bit and motioned for his fellow guard to report the arrival. If you would, Lord Warrick, you may enter and you may have three escorts, but the remainder of your party must stay here.
"I fully understand." Warrick turned to his men. "Set up camp and await my orders. You three with me."
Audel, Sergot and Krevvan followed their master into the keep. Sergot glanced around the area, counting the enemy troops. He figured it would be no problem to take the keep and with only minimal casualties to his master's troops.
The lord of the keep came out to greet them and was very obsequious. Inviting them in, just in time for the evening meal. He was shown the seats of honored guests. He knew his men would be over the walls before dinner was done and by the time desert was served, he would have command of the keep. This was not the first time they had done this, nor would it be the last.
Warrick scanned the table. The lord's wife was buxom and plump. Not really his taste, but she looked to be a lively offering to HEIRON. Then there were the lord's two daughters, also buxom, yet not having their mother's plumpness. If they were still maidens, they would be excellent offerings. The son, like the father would have to die. Wouldn't want them planning revenge in the future but he would give them hope to survive this experience.
The lord nattered on about insignificant things and soon the two men who chased down the courier entered. They had the courier in tow and ten of his men. Seems they secured the keep faster than he expected. They would all be rewarded. The lord's face went white.
"What is the meaning of this. Why is the King's courier here? He should be on his way to the capital!"
"Yes, I wonder why myself." Warrick said.
"M'lord, there was this scroll on his person. We kept him alive for questioning."
"Very well, bring me the scroll and secure him to one of the chairs." Warrick said. Taking the scroll when it was brought to him.
He read the scroll and looked at the lord. Then read it some more. He passed the scroll to Krevvan who perused it and glanced at the lord. Every time this was done, the lord became more nervous and started to shake. Krevvan handed the scroll to Audel and did the same.
"The... the... impediment and assault on a King's courier is punishable by death! Let him go." The lord said.
"Now that we know what the missive was, I will take the information to the King myself. I will bring him a levy to help him dissuade this vile Earl from attacking the Kingdom."
Warrick looked at the minor noble and gestured in a dismissive manner and four of his soldiers approached the table. Two grabbed the noble and two grabbed his son. Dragging them from their chairs, they proceeded to beat them into unconsciousness. The women screamed until more soldiers grabbed them. Warrick stood up and sat in the lord's chair.
"Clear the table and prepare for the offering."
