1 Name: GeminiStar : 2009-10-21 02:06 [Del]
Introduction ( I rushed the introduction as I know us fweaks only want the gore , and I only wanted the to write the gore to, but, I do like my stories with some plot )
Baenlands is a prosperous land filled with plantations, and many civilized towns. Many beings roamed the land day and night. There were the elves, dwarves, golems, harpies and so many other mystical creatures. These fairy tale lands were untouched by humans until the late 20th century, when the great Vasco da Gama and his crew discovered the shores of Baenlands and decided to colonize the area at once.
Before the humans had settled in, the elves were the leaders of Baenlands. Despite holding such power, the elves had always been fair in their ruling. Taxes were moderate and were invested for the welfare of all beings. But everything was to change when humans came. The humans were cunning. They planted tobacco and sold them to the citizens of Baenlands.
One by one many beings from Baenlands got hooked into smoking the exotic tobacco. The humans sold these for higher and higher prices. The state of living of the beings of Baenlands slowly dropped lower and lower. They stopped functioning without the tobacco and were willing to do anything for it. They started stealing, robbing and doing errands for the Lacosanostra(LaCN) clan ( Group of humans leading the trade of tobacco )
The LaCN also conducted underground gambling and became loan sharks. Finally, the foul doings of this filthy clan was discovered by the leaders of the elves. They were to stop this at once !
Prince Bluud was the Leader of the Silver Hawk clan, the noble family of the elves. Word about the tobacco and gambling reached his ears and he immediately set out order for this activities to be banned. He found this hard as half the population was so strongly addicted to tobacco, he decided to set harsher punishments to wrongdoers. At first punishments were carried out to the ordinary peasants, but then, he sourced out and targeted LaCN’s higher members and punished them.
Among the most notable and probably most important punishments handed out was to Elijah, mistress of Baigo who was in fact, the Don ( leader of LaCN ) to be sentenced to death.
The burning of Elijah and the beginning of a new regime
The drums had started pounding. Elijah had always hated that sound, but now, when the drums did nothing but herald her impending death, she found she welcomed them. It meant it would be over soon.
Elijah had a plan. She knew if she could inhale sufficient smoke, she would pass out quickly and avoid the worse of the pain. All she had to do was breathe, as deeply and as fully as possible. She steadfastly refused to think of the flames.
She would not scream. She was determined of that. She would not let Bluud or any elf enjoy her being burnt alive, not to give them satisfaction of seeing her reduced to a screaming sobbing wretch, begging for mercy of those damned elves. She would breathe deeply, look them in the eye and let the smoke take her.
She sighed heavily upon her impending doom. Despite being sentenced to being burned alive, those damned elves had treated this occasion with huge respect. Upon the arrival of the date of her death, she was imprisoned, but untouched. The elves had fed her well. Back in her homeland, convicts were tortured heavily by humans and used as sex toys by the executioners before the sentence actually commenced.
On the night before she was to be burnt, Bluud had visited her. She smirked a little at the sight of Bluud. She had actually fantasized herself being used, fucked over and over again by elves, Bluud was at the top of the list. She had thought maybe her death sentence might altogether be bad, After all, Elijah beauty and figure could only match her lust.
She had often dreamt about elves and their fine features. How she would love caressing their smooth, silky and creamy white skin. How she would nibble their long delicate ears while whispering in their ears. How she longed for an elves touch, and to touch their long silvery blonde hair. She had always wondered if elves were hairy or if that they had a larger than humans penis.
As Bluud entered her cell, she thought that finally, she had the opportunity to have sex with an elf. How wrong was she. Weeks of solitude in her cell, Elijah had spent her days masturbating fantasizing elven guards.
It was then she realized that elves possessed the greatest element of torture. They did nothing, nothing to her although she craved it so much.
Bluud spoke “ How are you ?”
Elijah blurted out “ Fuck you !!!!”
Bluud laughed and paced around the room. Elijah was chained up and he could do anything to her. Bluud began taking of his armour, coat of arms and slowly stripped sexily towards the watching Elijah.
Elijah moaned slightly and longed for sexual pleasure. She got so wet but there was nothing she could do. As Bluud took his entire top off and began unbuckling his belt, Elijah started to scream “ NGHHHHHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOOO ! FUCK ME YOU BASTARD, FUCK ME !!!!!!!!!”
Bluud ignored the pleas. As a very hot elf ( it was hereditary, all noble elves were gorgeous ), he resumed his stripping but slowed the pace down. He took his belt off and whipped in on the floor. He looked at Elijah and winked.
Elijah let out yet another lustful moan and her eyes followed the movement of the belt. Oh if only it was spanking her.. Her eyes travelled up bluuds’ body as he threw his belt aside. Elijah’s eyes followed the belt and she struggled within her restrains.
Elijah screamed and kicked as she wanted to just strip Bluud off and suck his elven cock. She became more and more animal like, trying to whip her chains out. Bluud smiled a little as he saw Elijah’s reaction. Effortlessly, he stripped off until only his boots remained. By the end of the ordeal, Elijah was sweating and panting. Her arms bled as she had tried so hard to escape from her restrains. Elijah looked at Bluud defeatedly, and begged “please…”
Bluud waved her off and left the cell.
( Back to her burning )
As Elijah walked towards her deathspot, she flashbacked her memories. She had to agree that Bluud’s body was the best image she ever got. She hated Bluud for his gentleman manners. She hated the elves for their fucked up “nobility”. She sighed.
On her left, another woman with a pockmarked face being tied to a post on the pyre of the sun. She did not know her name, yet she wondered what crime she committed.
Everyone watching was swaying now in time to the primal beat of the drums. Elijah saw Bluud in the crowd, and mentally undressed him. Elijah was tied to another post. She was given a beautiful gown to wear for her death, they did not want it ruined, at least, before the fire had started.
The executor clutched a flaming torch in his hand and some spectators cried out their encouragement. The executor dropped the torch to the dry kindling piled at the base of the sun. The wicker got caught with a woosh, the flame leaping upwards. The smoke came up heavily in Elijah’s nostrils and she drank it greedily.
Perhaps the fumes from the first pyre would make her unconscious even before the flames would reach her. Elijah kept her composure and stared silently at Bluud, who kept a very straight commanding face. The flames crackled beneath her and the feel of the heat on her bare feet began to increase.
The flavor of the smoke changed, and Elijah realized her shift was smoldering. She began panic and tried to take great gasps . Her lungs chocked as she tried to inhale, her eyes watered as the smoke billowed around her.
The flames licked higher and higher and Elijah felt the first real pain as they reached the soles of her feet. She bit down her bottom lip to prevent herself from screaming as the smell of her own burning flesh mingled with the smell of the smoke. Then her dress stopped smoldering and burst into flame, the fire racing up her body, her face. Her loose hair crackled in the flames around her with a sickening stench as it burnt.
She gasped for smoke again but unconsciousness would not save her. Her eyes blurred with tears and pain as her burning flesh began to burn her skin. Her feet were on fire, the flesh blackened the smoke billowing as the moist flesh simmered and burned.
Elijah closed her eyes trying to bear the agony. But the flames on her dress had hold her now and would not let go. The slight burns from her dress was nothing compared to her fully burning feet. The heat seared higher and higher to her legs and began to sear her privates despite not even touching it.
And then, she began to scream.
