The War Captive (Leestud and Kyoo)

[leestud]

She awakened to find herself in a dungeon. The room was quite dark, being only dimmly illuminated by torches hung on the walls. She has been chained to the wall, iron shackles holding her arms and legs in place. Also there is a collar around her neck attached to a short chain attached to an iron ring limiting the movement of her head.

She was an Elven princess, captured by the army of the human country that was at war with her country. She was the heir to the throne and had just turned 100 years old two years ago, making her the equivalent of an eighteen year old human. She was doing an inspection of a border fort when the humans launched a surprise attack and took over the fort. The princess tried to flee, but fell down and a swift blow to the head knocked her out.

She was being trained how to run the country by her old elven parents with barely two hundred left to live. So she had detailed knowledge of all the armies movements and tactics. Knowledge of all the secret ways and passwords. She knew everything needed for the humans to win the war. So she was a very important prisioner for the hunans.

The war had started when some humans from the neighbouring kingdom of Solurgrad were captured by the elves in neutral teritory, including the King's nephew. The king of Solurgrad, King Turod V demanded they be released, but the Elven King refused and declared war.

She was the beloved princess of the realm, she was the fairest in the land and innocent. She loved her country and its citizens. She also disliked the humans instead of hating them. Elves thought themselves superior to humans, thinking them as being nothing but slaves.

Scattered around the room are tables filled with impliments of torture and various torture devives on the floor. At the end of the dungeon there is a big wooden door that looks old, weathered, but sturdy. Then the sound of sturdy leather boots can be heard slowly going down the stone steps behind the door making a loud thud each time.

 

[Felicity]

Before there was sight or sound, there was pain and cold. A groggy sound of awakening from a restless sleep as the princess stir awake. There was a moment or two as she began to come to her senses that she thought this might all be some kind of dream... the scene played out in her head though, the shouts and sudden attack and the sudden onslaught that came, was she dead? No, the dead don't feel pain. Her eyes came to focus as she began to look around the room, she heard the rattle of the chains as she attempted to move and found her limited movement.

The young princess looked up as her ears caught the sound of the approach, she felt her heartbeat speed up as she felt a cold panic set inside of herself, at first she wasn't sure of the things around here... the devices looked different, nothing like she was familiar with, however she was intelligent and easily put two and two together. She looked up and began to rattle the chains more, somewhere deep inside she pray they would just fall off like this was a dream turn horribly wrong and she would awaken back within her kingdom, victim of little more than a nightmare... though she knew it not to be the case. She swallow hard as she stare intently at the door, waiting for to see if it would swing open, almost anxious to see who would appear on the other side.

 

[leestud]

The sound of the boots grow louder and closer. The elf hears a wooden board being lifted and a clunky lock unlocking. Then the wooden door starts to creak, and then slowly opens towards her. Then a man walks through the door slowly and stops as he turns around and closes the wooden door behind him.

He then turns around and walk towards her. It was too dark to see him properly at the door, but as he approaches her, she is able to clearly see him. He is a young man, but it is clear he is a few years older than she would be in human years. His face is rough, but charasmatic, even with a barely visable scar along his cheek. He has shoulder length dark brown hair which is both wild and tamed. He is well built, of average height, but not big. He has no excess fat on his body and appears light on his feet.

He is wearing light studded leather armour that is decorated with golden trimming. At his side rests a leather scabord containing a rapier and slung over his back a light wooden shield. Also he wears a light shirt and sturdy pants along with his leather boots. Tucked into his belt she can see the hilt of a dagger. She recognises this man, this is none other than the bane of her fathers army. The commander of the army of Solurgrad's army, Leanthis Sturn.

He was a 25 year old soldier who had joined the army at the age of sixteen and assigned to the light infrantry division. He was a good soldier and quickly rose up the ranks. By the time he was eighteen he was a low ranking officer in comnand of a small light infrantry infiltration force. By sheer luck he came acoss the enemy's base camp lightly defended, but still outnumbered his troops five to one. But they captured the base camp and in turn a high ranking female officer. He then took her in order to rape her of course. Although popular with the ladies he was too busy to go out and get a girl. He got promoted and great victory after great victory elevated him to the top. He became the commander aged 24.

 

[Felicity]

The princess, as it would be, Morwenne... would feel her breath catch in her throat, as if her hopes and dreams suddenly came to a stop the moment the man came to light. She wore a fairly simple dress at the time considering her position, she had known she would be out and as such did not wear anything too proper. The bottom of her dress was ripped and fray from the battle. She maintained all the features that elves were known for. Slender, tipped ears pierced through sweeping brown hair, stunning blow eyes that seemed to quake with fear as Leanthis approached.

She found her strength though and lifted her head up, looking to the commander for a moment before averting her eyes from him. She was strong-willed, but the tales of Leanthis Sturn were well known among her people... and given her position she knew that there was no hope that she would be mistaken for another. "Let me go..." was all the young Morwenne said.

 

[leestud]

He heard the remark the princess made, but it didn't phase him. He just replied firmly, "I may release you eventually depending on how you behave princess. But I wouldn't go to all the trouble of capturing you and bringing you here just to let you go when you ask. Also princess before you get your hopes up, there is the matter of the fact that your country believes you dead. We happened to find a dead elven soldier who had identical hands to yours. We severed it and placed your signit ring upon the appropiate finger and sent it to your parents. So there will be no rescue. " But then he stopped just in front of her and said seriously, "Princess I have come here to ask you for help in order to quickly end this war. Both of our countries are evenly matched and this conflict could carry on for years. Think of all of tens of thousands of deaths that will occur, both elf and man alike. But you princess have the power to end this war quickly with the minimum amount of casualties. All you have to do is tell me everything you know about your country's military. Things like the locations, orders, tactics, fortlocations, border patrols, passwords and secret ways. Then I can command my army to a swift victory with minimum casulties for both sides. You will be known as the hero of your country who avoided much bloodsheed."

He waited for her reply, but he expected her to refuse of course. He would be both shocked and dissapointed if she told him now. Someone who gave away all of their country's secrets that easily did not deserve to be in power or deserve respect. But the fun of making her submit to his will was going to be the fun part.

 

[Felicity]

Morwenne listened in horror to his story, she turned her eyes to the floor... but as he made his request, she looked back to his face, reeling from the shock of being thought of by dead she allowed her emotions to flood her and she stood as proud as any noble would. She spit in his face, a bold move for someone in her position. She at the very least had a solid foundation. "I'll never tell you anything of the sort, you monster." Her words dripped of venom, anger and passion. She turned her eyes from him and closed her mouth, doing what she could in her position to make a firm stand against her oppressor.

 

[leestud]

When she spat in his face, he just wiped it away and carried on as if nothing happened. Then Leanthis laughed heartily at her reply and then said, "Good princess that is exactly what I wanted to hear from you. Although telling me that is not betraying your your country, just your parents. But one should not give the secrets of one's country so easily. They would deserve to rot away in a dungeon like this. We will win princess, we are evenly matched, but we have one advantage. Our rate of reproduction and shorter training time, even with our increased death rate and shortened length of usefullness. It takes you 100 years to get a mature elf while it takes us 18 years for a mature human. The elves population is steady, but ours is growing. With this war your population is rapidly decreasing while we are replacing our losses quite adequately. We will win this war through long attrition, but I would like to win in my lifetime. You elves underestimate us humans, but our victory is assured. It is only a matter of now or later. But this is good because it wouldn't be any fun if you told me this easily." He then picked up his dagger and held it up to Morwenne.

He then whispered into her pointed ear, "Princess there are many ways to make people talk. I am an expert in making people talk. Elves are not immune to torture afterall. After my torturing session is complete you shall tell me willingly princess." He knew that elves are extremely good at withstanding and tolerating pain. If one was to use pain they would die before they break as their bodies were frailer than humans. But he was not going to use pain.

 

[Felicity]

Morwenne simply narrow her eyes and turned her face from his direction, showing the defiance of her people in her actions. She was afraid, but did everything she could to make sure that it didn't show, she didn't shake, nor did her voice crack in the slightest as she finally turned to face him again, "Do your worst..." was all she said, there was hatred in her tone and she lunged toward him, being of course held by her restraints. "No amount of torment or torture is going to get you what you want."

 

[leestud]

Leanthis smiled deviously as he heard her reply. Then he used his dagger to cut off her tattered dirty torn simple white dress from top to bottom, being careful not to cut her skin. It falls to the ground leaving the elf just in her innocent white plain panties. Then her panties suffer the same fate as her dress leaving the sexy elf completely naked, as naked as the day she was born. He looks over her hot sexy body, paying special attention to her tits and pussy. Then he brings his face to the princess.
Then he tells her, "Princess I hope that you did not expect me to use pain to torture you, that would be barbaric and inneffective against an elf such as yourself. I am going to use pleasure to torture you, even the most hardened person trained not to talk will spill the beans when I am done pleasuring her. Or directing one of my female interrigators for a man." He looked at her tauntingly waiting to see how she reacts.