"Sharing" Charlone (Growlanser, Mr Incognito and darkest_fate)

[Mr Incognito]

When Wolfgang had declared independence near the border of Ranzack, the various Kingdoms, including Rolandia and Bernstein, had thought him mad. There was no way he could have held his ground against three kingdoms at once. Yet Wolfgang had proven them wrong; his mercenary troops were battle harden veterans, driven by Wolfgang's cause for a better place for them all. Already, Rolandia's territory had fallen into their hands of their forces, and they held a territory advantage. Now they were solidifying their defenses, fending off attacks from Bernstein. They were largely successful in doing so, but there was one particular group of knights, led by one Wein Cruz, who was giving them trouble. They managed to gain slow and steady victories, crushing Wolfgang's efforts in various regions. And so a plot was made to counter them, a commander chosen and a plot set in place.

Arzam crouched quietly in a tree, his weight supported by strong, solid branches. The battle harden mercenary Arzam had seen much conflict in his life, and was a firm believer in Wolfgang's dream....though he was far from a heroic idealist himself. He was as cruel as he was talented, a harsh warrior who took pleasure in activities such as killing, rape, and plunder. He was no coward, and often got his hands dirty. That was why he had been picked by Wolfgang to carry out this task. The plan was simple; he would use one unit to engage Wein and his group. They would engage them briefly, then retreat....where an ambush would be sprung with arrows and nets, either killing or capturing the group.

Arzam himself was not an unattractive man, though his appearance was unnerving. He had long, black hair that reached down past his shoulders with a straight texture. His face was adorned with a well trimmed goatee, and his light, leather armor hid a well toned, muscled body, suited for warfare. His eyes were an emerald green, and they seemed to almost shine was malice and intent; he'd heard there were women in the group.

Finally, he saw them coming in the distance. Using the cover of the tree branches, he used a mirror to signal his unit, which began to move. His trap was now in action....

 

[darkest_fate]

"For the last time, Hans, shut up!" demanded Charlone, heaving a sigh and crossing her arms over her chest. The Unicorn Knight Charlone had long been a member of Wein Cruz's brigade, having served him willingly through most of his current career. It was because of Wein's unselfish leadership that Charlone had actually earned the title she had so long sought, and the girl would willingly fight for him. Less so for his companions, especially the never-ceasing loudmouth who claimed Wein for a best friend.

Said loudmouth had been chattering while they went out on patrol. Wein had suggested splitting up, and naturally Xenos and Riveria were to stick together. Wein had headed off with Carmine, his stupid crush on the older man quite evident. Just because Carmine had been some kind of hero. That was what put Charlone into such a foul mood as it was.

The beautiful archer had struggled against her feelings for some time, and still wasn't completely certain of her heart. Now, trudging alongside possibly the most annoying person in the world, she was seriously considering a career change. Her father didn't exactly want his daughter doing this anyway. It certainly hadn't helped that Charlone was quite beautiful, with womanly curves and full breasts. Her beautiful white hair had been bunched about her striking face, the wide brown eyes staring out from under it. Her short skirt and tight red blouse seemed to enhance her figure as well, complimenting her as well as protecting.

"Something seems amiss," muttered Charlone. She'd paused, and so had Hans. The annoying redhead adjunct was nearly spinning as he tried to locate the source. Charlone was already knocking an arrow and muttering a spell, not risking a surprise hitting her unawares. Though the girl knew that it might be too late, even for her preparations...

 

[Mr Incognito]

As if from nowhere, nets seemed to fly from two of the nearby tree branches, aimed for Charlone. Arrows flew from the bows of archer mounted in trees, who had nocked them in preparation of this ambush. Arzam himself jumped from his spot in the tree, drawing his sword and readying his shield. He could only hope the nets would work on some of them; he'd heard the team was fairly well organized, and skilled fighters. Other mercenaries also revealed themselves from their hiding spots, charging forward to apprehend Charlone, and either do the same to Hans....or kill him.

Pausing for a brief moment, Arzam cocked his head and heard the din of battle elsewhere. It would seem the other ambush units had fallen upon their intended victims. He could only hope they would do enough damage, or capture enough victims, to make the plot worthwhile. His only personal concern, of course, was the women. And what a sight the one before him was. Clearly, this female archer was a gem. He had to have her.

Arzam's thoughts turned back to the battle, and he walked forward with his blade raised and his shield up, wary of the projectiles that would no doubt be flung his way soon, whether they be knives, arrows, or spells. In the meantime, he decided to taunt the lovely young lass.

"Well well! What's a pretty face like you doing out here? If you surrender peacefully, darling I might be gentle with your...."packages", so to speak."

 

[darkest_fate]

The moment movement started, the two reacted. While Hans might be foolish, and Charlone snappy, they were both skilled fighters. An arrow flew, as did several knives. Yet the nets quickly entangled Hans, who proved to be far too scrawny to hold up long against them. They dragged him down, and he lay pinned to the ground, kicking, yelling, and squirming.

Charlone almost proved as unlucky. She'd dodged the nets, letting fly a fairly powerful spell toward one who had cast them. She'd even managed to miss an arrow as well, as it thudded to the earth next to her boot. The other connected though, slicing against Charlone's side, tearing her armored blouse and the white skin beneath. The archer hissed and reached for another arrow.

Someone, surely their leader, stalked forward. He wasn't as brutish as most, at least not outwardly. yet there shone that malice in his eyes, and it nearly made Charlone freeze. Instinct and training kicked in, however, and she drew the arrow taut, aiming it directly at him.

"If you surrender now, we might show you mercy!" she retorted. She continued aiming, wanting to follow Wein's guidelines of mercy. "We don't want bloodshed, but we'll have it if you force our hand!"

She could hear the clash of battle in the distance, and could only hope the others were faring well. Several signs showed, each indicating a group in need of help. Some should escape; that was always the backup plan, but Charlone had a sinking feeling: someone would get captured. Likely Hans, and likely her, as she wouldn't leave any of her companions, even him. She let fly the arrow, aimed true at the man, and started reaching for another, another spell already fresh upon her lips.

 

[Mr Incognito]

Arzam saw teh arrow coming and managed to get his shield up just in time to avoid being feathered between the eyes. His smile turned into a scowl as he charged forward, wary of another attack. As he had seen earlier, she was also a competent spellcaster of sorts..a dangerous combination. He would have to be fast. He broke into a full run, word raised and yelling his battle cry.

The other men, having subdued the boy Hans, watched as Arzam charged forward. It seemed unlikely, even with his prowess, that he could dodge both an arrow and a spell at charging range. But mercenaries didn't fight fair at all. One of the archers nocked an arrow, aiming it at Charlone's legs...and loosed it with a "twang" of the bowstring.

The arrow that sped for Charlone was not meant to be lethal, but it was tipped with poison meant to paralyze. Once it got into the bloodstream, it was lock up all the muscles and make the victim convulse, unable to move. They could only hope the arrow would find it's mark....

 

[darkest_fate]

The man blocked her arrow, which was about what Charlone expected. That was the major problem with her weapon of choice: quite blockable, and not nearly as powerful as Wein's scythe or Xenos's sword. Cursing, she extended her other hand, unleashing a fairly powerful fireball spell straight toward the charging mercenary. The spell itself should have been more powerful, but Charlone didn't have the time necessary to put her full focus into making it anything more than it was. Still, at this range, it should do damage.

Unfortunately for the noble knight, her focus upon the spell and the man in front of her blinded her to the arrow. She'd shifted just slightly, stepping forward as she hurled her spell. It was enough so that the arrow did not puncture her leg completely. Yet it cut against her flesh, digging a tiny line of red. Charlone hissed, already prepping a healing spell and pulling forth another arrow.

Yet soon the poison flowed. The girl had just been ready to unleash her attacks when her body locked up. Fingers trembled and shook, dropping an arrow. The girl's eyes rolled back and she collapsed, feeling her body go into tremors. Charlone could just hear Hans crying out, as well as the sounds of battle around her. She fought to cast her spell, to fire, to do anything, yet found her body unwilling. She'd become an all too aware prisoner in her own flesh, unable to do anything besides see and hear what was happening around her, while her body jerked with the poison's direction.

 

[Mr Incognito]

(Do you care at all what they decide to do with Hans?)

The girl tried to retaliate, but soon full to the ground in a paralyzed, twitching heap thanks to the poison. Arzam grunted and stretched his limbs, sore from the landing and sitting in a tree branch all day. He was disappointed that he hadn't actually gotten to fight anyone for real, but he was satisfied with the results of his ambush; at least two of his combatants had been captured. He strolled forward to the girl, leaning over her prone form on the ground. He laughed cruelly as he beheld his prize, mockingly nudging her sides with his foot. His eyes strayed across her body, examining her figure. Truly, she was a rare beauty; smooth, pearl white skin, shapely legs, a fantastic figure.....and full, luscious breasts.

"Tie the bitch up and haul her onto a cart along with the pip squeak. We'll decided what to do with him later. As for the girl, we'll have fun with her."

The sound of fighting had died down in the other areas, signaling that the battle is over. With no real way of knowing the results of each unit's ambush, or whether they were even successful, Arzam decided to order an immediate withdrawal, barking orders at his subordinates to march. Charlone was loaded into a cart with Hans, who had also been bound tightly with rope. Annoyed by his incessant insults and whining, they had also slapped a gag in the boy's mouth to shut him up. It wasn't long before the cart began to move, the mercenary force pulling out.

After some time, the group arrived at their destination an old fort the Mercenary Army under Wolfgang had commandeered. They were the first to arrive of three units in the ambush. The guards opened the gates for them, and they were allowed inside. Arzam wasted no time, grabbing Charlone, the poison more then likely gone. As he dragged her away, the others dragged Hans away to a separate room to be imprisoned until further notice.

"By the time we finish with you, you'll wish you'd never been captured, lass..."

 

[darkest_fate]

{I'd rather he not be killed or humiliated, really; weirdly enough, he was one of my favorite male chars}

Whatever they put in her had been fairly strong, for Charlone could do no more than glare at her captors. She struggled, tried to move, tried to gather the energies for a spell, tried even to speak. Yet her body proved uncooperative. If she moved at all, it was in spasms, jerks caused wholly by muscle spasm, and not by focus of will. The heroine had been subdued, and she knew it.

At least the paralysis dimmed the sensation of the cart. Charlone felt nothing as she was loaded next to Hans. The redhead's eyes widened, as though he couldn't believe that Charlone had been kidnapped, or that she wasn't moving. Charlone wished she could vent her frustration, but couldn't even manage to blink her eyes. She willed her emotions toward Hans and especially the guards, but it didn't exactly accomplish much of anything.

To make matters worse, Charlone couldn't even really see where they were going. Her view showed the sky, and she could just barely make out the sun. That was, until they hit a bump and her body spasmed. As a result, Charlone found herself staring at the wooden floor of the cart, feeling utterly hopeless.

The journey ended after an eternity, and Charlone could feel the poison wearing off, her functions returning. All this meant was that she could finally blink and breath more comfortably, for her captor had returned to drag her along. She glared daggers at him, just barely keeping her tongue in check. This was the last time she allowed Wein to pair her with Hans, that was for certain. This operation was already a mess.

"Good luck with that," said Charlone, her tone derogatory, "because you know the rest of my squad is going to come save me sooner or later. They're probably already on their way."

She was confident this was true. Confident.

 

[Mr Incognito]

(Understandable. He's depicted as the group mascot, but he has enough character development to make him a good character. Also, he's broken battle wise. His throwing daggers are like rapid fire machine guns)

Arzam kept a firm grip on his captor, ensuring she would not run away. Her bow had been taken from her, and her hands bound so she could not make arcane gestures. She was helpless in his hands. So when she spoke about her companions coming to rescue them, he actually laughed a big, booming laugh. He found her optimism humorous, if not foolish and naive. Or perhaps her commanding officer was the foolish type who would take stupid risks to rescue two soldiers? He hoped he was that stupid.

"Fat chance, sweetheart! They'd have to find this fort first, and we're well defended...and they may be dead. In the meantime, we're going to enjoy our time with you!"

The gruff, cruel mercenary dragged her along to a room nearby...which turned out to be the make shift barracks of the fortress. The men turned to see their commanding officer, and cheered, knowing why he'd brought his "prize". There were a lot of whistlers, hooting, and overall derogatory remarks made in attention to Charlone.

"My soldiers get a little lonely without....companionship. And we're rougher then most."

Without warning, Arzam tore at the blouse that Charlone was wearing, revealing her mostly pearl white flesh, soiled soley by the marks of the previous battle. This was soon remedied with a healing potion from Arzam's satchel, splashed over the wounds to make them magically close. Instead of pulling off her skirt, he pulled it upwards a little, giving his men a perfect view of her nether regions.

 

[darkest_fate]

The laugh sent chills down Charlone's spine, and drew her eyes into that familiar glare once more. He clearly thought he had the upper hand, and hadn't considered the strength of their little group. It didn't strike Charlone as too horribly unusual, since their enemies had been doing that for a while, but it still frustrated her.

Not that Charlone had a lot of time to dwell on something like that. For no sooner had he declared that, then Arzam was dragging her into what appeared to be some kind of barracks. Charlone's eyes went wide as she looked about the room, seeing the cruel, harsh mercenaries that lay about. There were females, but not nearly enough, and they almost seemed happier to see Charlone than the men. As if to further confirm Charlone's suspicions, Azram spoke of companionship.

"They're not going to--" tried Charlone. Her voice turned into a gasp as he tore at her blouse, revealing the skin and underthing underneath. The girl wore a cute bra, a red thing with white lace trimming and a white bow, all made of great fabric. A reflected pair of panties were soon visible beneath the skirt. For though the girl had selected an outfit that was moderately cute, but mostly functional, her underthings were most certainly feminine, betraying her noble upbringing.

"Stop this!" she snapped, struggling against the bindings. "Stop this at once! You'll regret doing anything like this!"

How she wished that she knew for certain that someone was coming to save her, or, perhaps, that she herself could fight back in some manner. But without weapons, with her hands bound, and with her allies so far away, Charlone's hope was beginning to die, and she felt as though she had to fight all the stronger for it.

 

[Mr Incognito]

"Well well! Look what we have here! This is a rare catch! Not just a pretty girl, but a pampered noble's brat!"

The men hooted and hollered even louder then before, getting excited and riled up. Even the relieved females seemed intrigued. It was one thing for the lot of them to get the random farm maid with a decent ass or big tits. This was the jackpot for them; not only was Charlone beautiful, she had all the appealing features. Pearly white skin, a great figure...and a real pair of breasts on her. The fact that she was a nobleman's daughter only added to the appeal. Arzam wasted no time ripping apart the undies that were the only barrier between the open air and her nether region and exposed nipples. This meant all Charlone was wearing were her boots, and her skirt, which had been pulled up and tattered to fully reveal her pussy.

"We're gonna break you nice and good, sweetheart. By the time we're done, you won't even remember your name."

As her captor, Arzam decided that he would be the first one to sample the prize that was Charlone....before she was defiled and sullied. His hands traveled along the curves of her hips, grasping both butt cheeks firmly with his fingers, enjoying the feel of her soft skin. He gave her ass a little slap, chuckling lewdly before moving one hand up to grab one of her ample breasts, squeezing the soft and supple flesh very roughly, grabbing the nipple between two fingers and rubbing it, pulling on it. His other hand move down to her pussy, his invading fingers probing her labia open, trying to find her clit. His middle finger probed deeper, curling and uncurling inside as he slowly moved it in and out....

 

[darkest_fate]

Pampered? Brat? Charlone again felt the rage rising within her, bringing forth tears into her eyes. She surged against her bindings, her body going taunt, her jaw clenched. Yet she could do nothing. Worse, they all seemed to revel in that very fact: parading her around as though they owned her, as if she were a horse that they'd won. Pretty, worth looking at, but really only usable for breeding and riding, both of which they seemed more than willing to do, judging by their stares.

Charlone gasped as Azram tore off her underthings, revealing the luscious body underneath. The breasts were as lily white as the rest of her, capped with two peaks of palest pink. They seemed almost ripe: fruits just developed on the vine, but not yet plucked or sampled. The sex seemed little more than a line, a bare slit of light pink in those creamy thighs. A smallish patch of well trimmed hair showed just above the sex: a reminder that they had indeed captured a "woman." That the hairs had been trimmed showed a woman of breeding too, yet one more sign that their captive was of the finest quality.

Hands trailed along that succulent body, before one came down upon tight buttocks like a thunderclap. Charlone bit back a yelp, but couldn't stop herself from flinching as red blossomed among the white. Soon a hand grabbed a breast, finding the malleable flesh overflowing even for that palm. Rough digits pulled at a nipple, and again Charlone had to bite back a moan, this one much more noticeable than the last. Yet more hands traveled between her legs, finding the sex. They parted and teased along those tight lips for just a moment before fingers probed. Charlone couldn't stop a gasp now, crying out, demanding that they stop. she thrust her hips away from the hands, trying to get her treasure from the bandit who wanted it. Yet the fingers curled in an area untouched by man, and Charlone found her anger and frustration mounting even further, as another feeling began to build within.