Far From Home (closed for Magi)

[The_PG]

"I can do nothing more... We must pray... It must heal on it's... own..."

The last words that Lamar heard haunted his blackened dreams as he slept, and even when he was awake. The arrow had pierced his flesh just next to his eye and no longer could he see from that eye. It was also far more comfortable to keep both his eyes closed even while he was awake. The pain was bearable, but only by his standards. He was a man who had once walked ten miles with both of his thighs sliced open. A warrior, a terror, a nightmare. Those were his monikers, and now he was the one being haunted by prayers. The devil and the angels, teasing him with glances of life amongst his comrades in hell, or among the believers he'd sent to heaven without a second thought. The irony was that he had no soul, or that was what others said and he gladly obliged their guesses by acting as if he did not. So why would either heaven or hell care where he was going?

It didn't matter. Consciousness came and went for weeks.

The pain fades from stinging, to throbbing, to annoying, to an itch, and finally it becomes a twitch. The eye worked, but it twitches from time to time. Like many other things Lamar would learn to deal with it. That was what he was best at; dealing with things. Rebellious cities, plotting politicians, restless tribes, and even the countries enemies. Whoever was paying the highest would gain his invaluable tactical mind, and his ability to simply strike terror into his enemies. All of his soldiers were one-hundred percent loyal, and unlike other mercenaries they were not fickle for him. Each had been given a new life by the Duke, and each would not hesitate to lay down their life for him. They trained hard, but enjoyed luxury of minor-nobility.

Lamar was filthy rich.

Not only were his parents nobility, but his conquests were far and wide.

The church could not condemn him. His sins had been pardoned by a priest in the Holy Land, so they were forced to support him. The kingdom of France he had by the balls, if it were not for his army the English and the German Huns would both have trampled the countries borders long before. Authority was his in nearly every case, but he only took control when it was needed, for he hated politics and promises.

Neither was which he kept gracefully.

One of his many sins was carnal, but the stupid priest in Jerusalem had cleansed him of all sins. Not simply the murder and atrocity he had committed in his fight to save the Holy City. Every sin, all of them, and thus he could do whatever he pleased. To anyone he pleased. Families knew to hide their daughters and the mothers knew to hide as well if they were young and slim, for there was a type that the Duke liked specifically. Short, slim, innocent, with a smooth face, sweet voice, and delicate hands and feet. These angelic creatures he would turn into terrified animals, their delicate hands and lips turned to disgusting acts, their innocence ruined with his depraved mind. Lamar enjoyed his games more than anything else. More than food, beer, or killing. His ugly games had two goals. One was to turn their innocent cheeks on fire, and the other one that came later was to turn them into his personal pet without loosing that precious innocence that he desired so greatly. He had yet to accomplish this, but it had only been his desire for the last two slaves. So he was still in practice.

Today he road his massive black warhorse to the waters edge where a slave trader; the Dawn Midst, was waiting to sell it wears until the black of night. Lamar arrived in the afternoon well before the other customers. His preferential treatment was not only tolerated by the other buyers, but encouraged. If the slavers made a mound of money off of his purchase, they be more likely to be drunk by the time their other wares were on the block in the evening. It matter not that he had the best, and the first pick. All of the other buyers preferred big breasted cows and women who knew what the fuck they were doing. Yet the Dawn Midst often picked up the innocent now, so that they had something to sell the Duke.

Today was no different. There were plenty of the small, slim, and innocent.

None knew what they were in for.

They stood in a line waiting to be inspected for their 'jobs.'

Lamar pinched ones ass, and she squirmed. He fingered another ones small breasts, and kissed another neck before inhaling her scent. His mind weighed various things. Finally he came upon a lithe little nymph with long black hair who was watching him nervously out of the corner of her eyes. He bent quite low to whisper in her ear as his strong hand reached out to touch her quivering tummy, "Do you ever touch yourself down in you privates little girl?" His eyes glanced sharply into hers, reading the answer before she even gives it. "Do you like it?"

 

[Magi_monk]

The harsh sunlight shone harshly into unprepared eyes, soft lids sliding close as a face worn from grief and weary from exhaustion and starvation crumpled against the discomfort. Small hands, lashed together by coarse rope, lifted in an attempt to shield her face from the stark daylight as the girl stumbled from the bowels of the Dawn Midst and down the gangplank. One of the sailors placed a gnarled hand upon her slim shoulder and pushed carelessly, causing her to stumble and fall onto her knees. Head bowed, a cry of discomfort and sorrow choked back along with the tears, the girl pushed herself back to her feet and followed the line of similar captives down onto the docks.

Greeted by stern glares and calculating gazes, the captives were herded into categories of usefulness. Most of the old or sick had already been disposed of during the journey and now only the younger more reliable wretches remained. Divided into categories, the girl found herself shoved into a group of similarly terrified looking woman and then led into a stark, unfriendly courtyard.

Eyes now adjusting to the light, Maera raised her head to reveal a set of icy blue hues which darted to and fro in search of something. A large red faced man shouted something which caused her malnourished form to flinch back visibly, shivering despite the midday sun. The order was not repeated, instead the man lunged at the nearest girl and tore away what little remained of her clothing. Maera and the rest swiftly obeyed, pulling the tattered rags from their body before attempting to shield their now nude figures.

Several old women appeared with features solemn and cold as they doused the trembling girls with water and tugged the knots from their hair with vicious efficiency. If the Duke was to make a purchase then the wretched souls needed to look as presentable as possible. No clothes were brought to them, it would conceal the attributes that their esteemed patron was so finicky about, but their wrists were rebound with fresh rope.

By the time Lamar arrived the ten girls, who had been selected to suit his particular purpose, had been standing in line for at least an hour. Fatigue caused the slim figures to sway occasionally where they stood, but fear kept them from falling or stumbling out of line. A wave of alertness swept down the line as the ominous figure strode into view, sending the slave traders scuttling about anxiously to satisfy his every whim.

Maera bowed her head, toes curling against the loose earth beneath her feet as she cast a brief glance along the line of girls that would be inspected before her. As Lamar progressed from one girl to the next, the iced blue orbs squeezed tightly shut, a silent prayer offered up to a nameless god that the Duke would find the one he wanted before he reached her.

His footsteps drew closer and her fingers entwined tightly as she willed him to pass her by without a moment’s hesitation. She felt his shadow fall over her diminutive figure, and the footsteps ceased. Hot breath rushed against her ear as the man whispered to her, coupled with the brush of his hand against her bare, sunken stomach. Maera flinched back, taking an awkward step out of line and way from him, alarmed by his closeness and the questions he asked.

Cheeks flared an uncomfortable pink, wide eyes fixed upon the man’s face as long strands of black hair fell around her shoulders. Surely she had heard wrong, a glance down the line found the other girls standing in silence with heads bowed, not daring to cast a single glance upward. The red faced man stood next to the Duke, arms folded across his fat stomach as he surveyed Maera with a sneer.

“No one touched ‘er....made sure of it fer ya Sir. No much to ‘er, but she’s got a nice voice....good on her lil’ musical instrument as well...” The mention of her lute brought the girl’s attention swiftly to the slaver, brows raised in expectation- so they still had it, her mother’s lute.

 

[The_PG]

Like an eagles spotting it's pray from hundreds of miles in the air Lamar's bird like features snapped to the little ones face from the fat jailer. The sudden explosion of hope and life that rippled to her sunken eyes and across her smooth features caught his attention like the sight of a a darting mouse to the eagle. Just like the same eagle Lamar began his slow circling; taking in every feature of this girl as he decided whether or not to dive in and dig his long, lengthy talons into her soft flesh. His gaze noticed the small curve of her butt; perfectly suited for his large hand. Her flat chest and erect nipples with just enough puffiness to be called breasts. The slight gap between her thighs where something very precious and very private was kept hidden by her wilting knees. The jailer was obviously right. This girl had not been touched before, for while she was nervous of him she was neither morbidly ready to die, nor frightened into hysterics. Which meant she had not been subjected to the pleasures of the vile crew that road that hell-ship upon the seas.

"I will take this one. Once she answers my question."

Lamar knelt in front of the diminutive child-woman; bringing his gaze just below hers. She was looking down nervously at him as his breath crossed the distance between them and billowed against her tiny chest that was rapidly rising and falling as she apparently tried to remember his question.

"Do you touch yourself, down there?" He looked pointedly between her squirming thighs.

"Y-yes..." Came the soft, almost inaudible breath.

A few of the other girls gave short gasps; why would anyone say such a thing? But none of them were subjected to the Duke's gaze that could wrench truth from a man that knows he is about die. Girls like these were even easier. They were honest souls that had been stolen from idealistic living and brought into a world where lying and cheating were the only ways to make yourself superior to the rest. Or so they said. Lamar, however, believed that the brutal truth was more effective then anything else and these innocent ones. They could see that in his dark, malevolent eyes, especially when it twitched as the sole window into his soulless cesspool of a conscious. That was why she said yes even though all of the other girls thought they would say no, well, that and the fact that the truth was yes. All of them had, even if they had not experienced a climax or been forced to. It was only nature.

"Very good. How much?"
"Same as always, suh,"
"Have her tied to my saddle, and that instrument placed carefully in my saddlebags."
"Very good suh,"
"I'm going for refreshment."
"Yes suh,"

On his way back from the bar Lamar noticed a young boy with golden hair dropping from a pallet of crates down onto the ground. The crates were stacked in such a way that he could have... Yes, he did see in. The way he would not look towards Lamar told him everything, in an instant he'd stopped the boy right in front of his horse. Just as it turned out when they were bringing the young girl out of the warehouse, naked and squirming like a little fish, but tied up securely anyways. Before they could set her on the horse Lamar grabbed the back of the boys golden hair, and swung him in front of his new toy.

"Did you like what you saw, boy?"

"Y-yes'r, m'lord."

"Good. Give her a kiss. She is going away for a very, very long time."

The Duke watched as the two kissed. He knew instantly that this boy and this girl would fall in love if it were not for him. The dreadful hope in the girls eyes, and the shock in the boys were enough for him to know that something other than physical reactions were occurring at this moment. He was also so evil, that he could sense love and happiness beginning. He ruined them both with a belligerent laugh, "You made her day m'boy. Now run away."

Lamar knelt in front of the girl, "One day. You will kiss me like that."

The whispered words sent fear coursing through her tiny body.

Tje young teen was tied over the front of his saddle. Her arms were folded together against her back and bound tightly together. Similarly from her ankles to her knees she was tied with a length of thick cordage, but she was not actually tied to the saddle. Because if Lamar needed toss her off in order to escape an attack or storm, he would do so without a second thought. She would have to balance herself, with little help from the Duke as he trotted home. With ease he swung into the saddle and gave his mighty horse a soft kick to get him started. In an instant they were off at a slow pace. Through the journey Lamar did actually keep the young teen from falling off; using his firm hands to squeeze her cute butt and move her left or right on the horses back to keep her centered on the ride. As they approached the front gate of his castle he stopped balancing her, and by the time he arrived at the black stairs that led into his keep she had fallen off and landed roughly on the sandy ground.

Lamar's landing was much more graceful, with both of his boots thudding heavily a mere inch from her now sandy face.

"Get up little girl," He removed his long hunting knife, and with one movement slashed the ropes from her legs. "Stand up." He repeated cruelly, without sheathing the knife just yet, as he stared down at her nubile young form. The sun shone over his shoulder; outlining his black armor, cloak, and leather pants in ethereal bright light. The perfect contrast to his daunting darkness. His eye twitched, "Get up."

 

[Magi_monk]

The girl’s gaze dropped hurriedly back to the ground as Lamar’s head turned sharply to survey her intensely, dark eyes burning into the top of her head. His intense stare turned her blood to ice and so she fixed her gaze upon the man’s well polished boots. Small teeth bit down upon her soft lower lip as the man spoke; he would take her. Maera felt her stomach churn, toes curling against the loose dirt as she tried to recall the question she’d been asked. Leather creaked slightly as the tall, dark stranger crouched in front of her and fixed her with a steady stare.

Her mouth suddenly felt dry, her heart hammering within her quivering chest. The answer left her lips unbidden, as if his intense gaze and mere presence were enough to drag the truth from her lips, regardless of how embarrassing it was for her. Cheeks flushed a deep crimson and her head fell forward, long strands of black hair falling in front of her face, cringing at the brief discussion which took place over her head.

Lamar’s shadow swept over her and in an instant was gone, the trader stepping into his place to leer down at her. “Oh yer gonna ‘ave a lot o’ fun with the Duke...” Maera’s wide eyes snapped up the red, grinning face, a small shuddering spawning at the top of her spine and travelling downward. He whistled sharply and a scrawny man, with heavy stubble and oversized clothing hurried over. “This ones fer the Duke...” Rough hands closed tightly upon her upper arm, dragging her forward and out of line, while the rest were tossed thin tunics and shepherded into a nearby warehouse.

A shove sent Maera tumbling to the ground with a quiet whimper, tears springing to her eyes as she pushed herself up onto her knees. The skinny man knelt down in front of her, a thin blade gleaming in the sunlight as her wrists were loosed, only for slender fingers to wrap tightly around her wrist. Her arm was twisted sharply, forcing the girl to shuffle round on her knees in a vain attempt to alleviate the pressure. A firm push sent her face down into the dirt before her other arm was twisted up behind her back and bound in place securely. Maera’s eyes closed tightly, lip trembling as a calloused hand stroked down her thigh before binding her ankles.

Lifted with little to no effort, she was carried across the courtyard and through a warehouse, briefly catching sight of the cells into which the girls had been placed. The bindings were uncomfortable, not only holding her in a particular position but lewdly displaying her nude form, which left her cheeks stained red. Staring wide eyed into the face of a boy she had never seen before, that was held no more than a few inches from her own.

No man had ever kissed her before and the soft lips that pressed against her own left an expression of alarm and shock sweep across her young face. It was gentle, soft almost affectionate and Maera found herself looking into the eyes of the boy before he was pulled back and away from her. Lamar’s face loomed before her, sick satisfaction portrayed upon his face. His words sent a shudder through her slim, bound body while her mind screamed within that such a thing would never happen.

The journey draped over the saddle was uncomfortable and exhausting; weary muscles clenched in a desperate attempt to hold herself in place, terrified she would slip to the ground and be trampled beneath the hooves of the powerful beast that carried them both. There was no escape from the hand that occasionally squeezed and groped her rear and while it repulsed and frightened the girl it also kept her in place on more than one occasion.

When lactic filled muscle could no longer hold her malnourished body in place, Maera felt herself slide off the smooth leather and hit the ground with a soft thud and a quiet groan. Her legs kicked weakly as she tried to curl herself in a ball, lungs burning from the lack of oxygen as she gasped painfully. Loose dirt and sand clung to the cheek that rested against the ground, Lamar’s booted feet approaching swiftly, disturbing the loose dirt and causing the girl to cough and splutter.

She did not hesitate to obey the command, as soon as her feet were released from her bindings; Maera struggled and squirmed to push herself up onto knees – a difficult task with her arms bound behind her back. The gleaming blade not far from her face sent panic through her as she finally managed to shuffle up onto her knees and then push herself up onto her bare feet.

 

[The_PG]

As she climbed to her feet her naked, sandy body was revealed once again to the Duke. Sinister thoughts raced through his body. He idly brushed the sand from her body; concentrating mostly on her butt and slim hips that would soon be firmly under him, both literally and figuratively. The mail gloves jingled as he moved them over and over again ridding most of the sand from her trembling form. Finally he finished as much as he wanted to and with a soft grunt he pulled her up and over his shoulder. The girls trembling belly rested on his strong black armor as he walked stoically up the stairs into his big black keep. It was made of blacken marble and the only whites were nestled about the top where they reflected the hot afternoon sun back into the sky to keep the rest of the keep cool. He entered the heavy wooden door and it was shut resoundingly behind him. Then he walked to his armory where he set the little girl down on a stool and let her watch as he was undressed. Each piece of removed armor revealed bulging muscles underneath tight clothing. None of his scars were yet revealed. The bulge between his legs was not obvious in the black silk her wore, so she had no need to blush just yet.

Once finished he picked her up again. This time cradling her body in his arms even if it was uncomfortable for her arms to be tucked underneath as they walked.

Lamar went straight for the pool where a large, hot bath had been drawn, up until this point his facial muscles had hardly even twitched. Besides his eye of course.

Now he smirked, held out the girl, and dropped her into the steaming water. It would turn her pure white skin red in seconds, but not seriously hurt her. Also, the water was deep enough for her to only barely stand. So the panic that gripped her was understandable as Lamar took his time undressing. By the time he had revealed his gnarled muscles, ugly scars and bruises, along with the thick slab of meat hanging between his legs, the girl had managed to find her feet with her tippy toes, and was staring up at him in awe. He slipped into the water, creating waves that threatened to drown her, before he snatched her tiny body and pulled it against his. In a soft, but certainly not kind voice he asked, "Why did you say yes?"

After asking he began lightly stroking her cheek, and his other hand rubbed her belly in small circles.

Both of his eyes met hers, but the one twitched as he waited her answer.

 

[Magi_monk]

Maera watched him closely; shoulders hunched slightly as she did her best to hide her naked form from sight. She flinched back as he extended her hand, a sharp intake of breath drawn between her trembling lips. It took all her strength to remain still as the mail plate brushed against her sand covered skin, hips twitching to the side slightly. He moved toward her too swiftly for her to avoid the strong arm and firm shoulder that bundled her up and carried her into the ominous building that was to be her home from this day forward.

The cool interior, as well as Lamar’s closeness wracked her small body in tremors, pale blue hues sweeping back and forth as she was carried down the corridors and into a room full of amour and weapons, which hardly made the girl feel any better. Perched upon her stool, Maera squirmed uncomfortably, her arms held awkwardly behind her back thanks to the ropes that remained in place. Her gaze swept the room slowly, directing her attention anywhere but the Duke and his gradually unclad figure.

Snatched up again, but in a much more intimate fashion, she found herself forced to gaze up into her Master’s face, the position rather uncomfortable. Her eyes fell upon the water an instant before she was dropped into it. Eyes wide, she drew in a deep lungful of air before she slipped beneath the surface. Bumping against the bottom of the pool, the girl gained purchase with her feet and pushed herself upward, reappearing with a cough and a splutter. She bobbed for a moment before sinking, her tiptoes allowing her to keep her head just above the water.

Her eyes swept the room swiftly, searching for Lamar swiftly only to find him moving through the water toward her, naked. Cheeks flushed from the heat of the water, and embarrassment for being in a bath with such a strange, she could only watched as he reached out for her. Focused upon keeping her head above the water, she could not avoid the hand that caught hold of her and pulled her close, their skin making contact beneath the water.

A soft gasp of alarm and discomfort escaped the girl as she was held so close to him, an expression of fear and alarm upon her youthful face. “I-i...thought it best to speak the truth S-sir...” She stammered, her small chest rising and falling swiftly as she tried to shrink away from his touch.

 

[The_PG]

Lamar nodded. It was best to speak the truth, but only in a general way. All of the other girls knew that it was bad for her to speak the truth; they had all gasped in shock and surprise. This little one... Was too innocent to know the difference apparently. That more than anything else had swayed his decision in picking her over all of the others. As she tried to pull away his firm hold on her tightened into a crunching squeeze that sent a shock wave of pain through her body and allowed him to easily pull her through the water until she was against his chest. Though she kept her feet well away, and stuck out her butt to keep the rest of herself away from him as well. In order to demonstrate just how futile her resistance was Lamar used his free hand to grab her thigh in the same unbreakable grasp that he was using upon her arm. He pulled the quivering limb over his own so that the tiny girl was straddling his muscled thigh. Her leg between his, just as his were between hers.

He relaxed against the side of the pool; sitting somewhat. This pushed his knee out at an angle, giving the girl somewhere to sit.

If she squeezed her thighs tightly she would not fall off.

Lamar brushed some of her damp hair back and over the girls ear. Her angelic face was contorted in a fearful, and nervous gaze. He could feel her entire body trembling against him as she did squeeze her thighs in order to not fall off his leg. Though his grip on her arm would keep her there anyways. The way her tiny neck was revealed sent a shiver through the Duke that caused his eye to twitch violently. Leaning over, he kissed her chin as she strained to avoid his lips with her own. Then he kissed lower, down her throat, across her neck to her ear where he stopped as their chests met in the hot water.

"Time to tell the truth again little girl... What is your name?"

This was important, for Lamar believed that knowing someone's name gave you plenty of power over them. This childish woman was no exception. He knew that once her name was in his grasp he would know much more about her, and thus know better how to teach her in the things that he needed to teach her in. It would be fun, he knew, but it would be more fun with her name upon his lips and within his mouth. Rolling like sweet candy and ripping like golden honey. With a heavy breath against her timid neck, he nipped her skin again with a kiss, and waited patiently for her to summon the courage in order to speak to him. Knowing full well that she would tell him what he wanted to know. One way or another.

 

[Magi_monk]

His arm curled tighter around her slim body, squeezing Maera’s malnourished frame to the point that a quiet whimper escaped the girl as she ceased her struggles. The skin met, bare flesh rubbing against each other which sent a small shiver spine and spurred her to try and hold herself at a distance from him. Arms still bound uncomfortably behind her back, she felt strong hands grasp and pull her into the position her thought best, his thigh nestled between her own smooth legs.

She wobbled slightly upon the thigh, before locking her legs around it in an attempt to keep herself above water, though again she tried to limit skin on skin contact. Fixing her eyes upon the surface of the water, Maera watched the small ripples that travelled out and away from their bodies. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, lithe body trembling within his grasp as he watched her so closely and held her so firmly.

She twitched as he leant forward, his lips connecting with her chin as she turned her head away, only to feel his lips brush against her neck and up to her ear. A multitude of shivers ran down her spin, eyes staring off into the distance as she held her breath, hoping that he would let her go soon. His wish to know her name was surprising, why would he care what she was called? Nevertheless, Maera dared not deny the Duke his request and so drawing in a quivering breath, responded quietly.

“M-Maera, Sir...”

 

[The_PG]

The Duke did indeed like the way Maera responded to his question. Not just the shivering, shaky breath, and red blush, but that she tacked on, 'Sir' to her answer gave just a little polish to his already gleaming ego. A tender pulse from the polish struck down the length of his spine and out to the tip of his cock. Jump starting the slow process of erection. Not that it hadn't been going for several long seconds thanks to the closeness of their body and the way Maera was trembling, but her answer did begin the rising of his cock toward his own belly-button. On the way thought it would brush over the girl's firmly flexed thigh in a lewd, but necessary reminder of what she was here for. The tremor it started in her belly made Lamar laugh; his voice echoed around the pool chamber loudly thanks to the wide expanse of water that rippled from her shaking.

"Are you cold?" Lamar asked softly as one of his hands touched her chin and held it partially still. While the other stayed beneath the water and brushed against her belly, rubbing the tense skin and massaging the muscles beneath with a firm, but not overly harsh grip. The girl was small enough for his fingers to be digging into her back; while his thumb prodded her belly just under the ribs.

She shook her head; once again answering honestly.

"Are you feeling warm?" The blush that sprung across her cheeks was answer enough. "Where do you feel it?" He added, as his fingers slid around her side and now his entire hand pressed lightly against her belly. It slowly slid downwards. "Down here was it?" This time the truth didn't seem as nearly innocent and pleasant, he could tell by the way Maera's eyes widened and her body began to shake anew. Her tiny thighs squeezing his leg as powerfully as they could; trying to close the place that his fingers were drifting dangerously towards. Her distraught face told him of the battle going on inside of her head. In a deep and cool voice he spoke with such hard command it was nearly impossible to avoid obeying he stated, "The truth, Maera."

Her name echoed slowly from one wall to the next. Demanding her compliance.