1 Name: Roman : 2008-04-27 22:41 [Del]
hey, heres a little something i've been working on, just rough draft now but i'm gettting some more ideas, enjoy!
Disclamer: don't worry, i'm not a sick bastard in real life, in fact i'm actualy a very caring persone, i simply like being shocked, so i let my charicters lead pretty fucked up lives..
Rite of the Conqueror,
A good friend of mine once told me that it is the inherent rite of the conqueror to impose whatever conditions he pleased onto the conquered. But that was a good century and a half ago. My name is…..my name isn’t important. You would know me as Mark Antony, a figure of history, someone who died so long ago that most of you don’t know who I am, sadly. However, I can tell you that I didn’t die; the little bastard Octavian cheated me out of my empire though, oh well. I’ve long since given up caring about….well about anything. I live to enjoy myself, nothing else really matters when you’ve got nearly all eternity to go about life, but forgive me. This story isn’t about my life; it’s about what I did to a few youth just days ago. My followers needed supplies so I helped them take what they needed, under the cover of night we mercilessly plundered a little Beaduan camp.
“Sir, the men are ready,” said one of my little mortals, this one had a sharp mind so I placed him at the head of my little 144 soldiers. I looked back at him noticing a little glimmer running down the side of his face,
“Sextons, it’s a cool night tonight, why is there sweat beading on the side of your face? Is there something wrong?”
“No sir” he said both fearfully and respectfully “it’s just that this one has quite a few guards, about 400 from what I’m told. I’m afraid we’ll loose too many men” he quickly bowed his head, something that annoyed me; I’m learning to hate unquestioning loyalty of my men.
“Have we ever lost a battle? have I ever let you down?”
“No sir”
“Then tell them men its time”
I moved though my enemy likes an angel of death. With over 2 centuries of experience and the ability to see in the dark I cut down these poor Beaduan before they know whets even happening, our venture was successful to say the least.
Now cam the fun part, what to do with those who now belong to you. When the dust was settled an all resistance crushed I looked though the village, looking though my new property and trying to decide which one of these poor people would provide adequate entertainment, but I had to hurry, for the sun would be up soon. Then I saw her, she couldn’t have been more than 11 years old at the time, but such a beautiful face defies age. Oh how I loved this race, nearly oriental looking with their narrowed eyes and rich brown skin. I stood still for a second looking at her. She noticed me and quickly bowed her head causing her beautiful black hair to fall over her face blocking it from view.
“Oh you poor little thing,” I said as I took her by the chin gently lifting her face into view,
“I’m not one of your elders, why do you bow your head?” she looked straight at me, her thick bottom lip quivering just a bit from nervousness. Her eyes gleamed beautifully in the moonlight, they were darker blue then most any I had yet seen. Like two little sapphires looking at me.
“Well?” I asked again as she held her silence
“I, I….m sorry sir” she said as she bowed her head again. I laughed, how sweet and innocent! Oh she was living jewel, I had to have her.
“You poor little thing, lift your head up and talk to me like a normal person. You have nothing to fear now” she did as she was told, but she was still fearful of this white-skinned stranger who had just decimated her entire village. She looked up at me but her lip quivered even more and her eyes began to water.
“Now stop that this instant, why are you crying? Am I scaring you? Did someone you love die tonight?” I looked at her as gently as I could, and she began to speak
“y,y,YES!” she cried out as she burst into tears. This was breaking my heart so had one of my men take her to my chambers. She would be bathed, perfumed, fed, and nicely dressed for me the following evening
more to come soon, sry but i'm pretty buisy lately
5 Name: romanpen : 2008-08-11 15:59 [Del]
hey, heres a bit more, sry not to gory YET but trust me its coming!:D PS, number 4 comment was me
However can be so far away sometimes, and I grow bored. Although I can’t stand the sunlight I can still live during the day, I don’t need to sleep the entire time either. I think I’ll finish one of my prior projects. I called for my men to bring me my other love, Claitha. I’d had her only a month, but what a month. What fiery passion we made betwixt our loins, what emotion I’ve given her. However I find people to be like candles, once they’ve served their purpose they should be put out.
Waiting for my men to bring me today’s entertainment I begin to think of the best way to do it, to put out her candle.
“Sir, she’s here” one of my men called to me from outside my tent. My mouth began to water.
“good, send her in” I replied, I walked over to my traveling couch as she walked in,
“hello dear” I said politely, “come here and have a sit with me my love” she did so happily, not sitting beside me, but plopping down on my lap she laid her head on my shoulder. She wasn’t like my new Sahara, I’d bought her from the northern provinces on the Germanic boarder, she was of a rare race. Skin almost as fair as mine and light yellow hair with light blue eyes. Another jewel, the multitude of races in our world is a blessing, so many different jewels, beautiful girls in all shapes and colors. Her youth only enhanced her beauty, she had just turned 15 a few weeks ago.
“how long have I known you Claitha? A month now?” she looked up at me with those brilliant blue eyes,
“yes my lord, I’ve loved you a months time” she smiled, her unwavering trust was delicious,
“have you enjoyed our time together? Have I made you happy?”
“yes, of course!” she buried her head into my neck, kissing me gently “I’ve had a great time my love, why would you need to ask me?”
“oh, just making certain. I need to tell you a few things”
“yes?”
The wine you drank this morning, it had some special medicine in it. You won’t be able to sleep for quite some time, I want you to be awake for a little while.” She grinned and crossed her legs,
“my love, what do you have planned? Will you kiss me in your special way again?” I had taught her the ways passion well, she loved it.
“yes, among a few other things. Tonight I will further teach you of how to bring pleasure from pain”
“master, I loved our previous lessons, what will we do this time? How will you show me this time? You’re getting me excited!”
“I’m glad you’re so eager, you’ll love the lesson I have planned out for you! This time you are going to really feel it”
“Mmmm, what first?”
”I think I’ll start our with our special little kiss” hearing this she turned her head and exposed her soft neck to me. Then she took my hand in hers, and spoke softly
“take me my love” this time I obeyed without question.
I bit right down into her soft white neck, my fangs penetrating her with ease. She gasped from the shock that always comes from my “kisses” but then she closed her eyes and took it like a good girl. I bit down even harder, moving my teeth back and forth beneath her skin, causing her blood to flow faster and faster. She gripped on to my shoulders as she usually did, though the moving of my teeth caused her to grip harder than ever. I didn’t mind it, in fact I enjoyed it, the sensation of someone clawing you like an animal. It was her way of dealing with the sting of my bite. At last I pulled out with my fangs, and let her sweet rich blood come rushing to the surface. In my short time as a mortal I detested the coppery taste of blood, but oh how that has changed.
For a few sweet seconds we remained there, her closing her eyes and enjoying the sensation on her neck. I’d taught her in the weeks before how to draw pleasure from pain, to welcome it, accept it like a whore accepts man after man while lying on her bed. And by the amount of moisture I felt growing within her thighs, I knew she’d learned well. However, I stopped after only a few mouthfuls, I couldn’t have anything affecting her today. I drew up my special mucus that only people like me can produce and rubbed it into her wounds with my tongue. This wasn’t something new to her though, I always used it on Claitha whenever she was hurt. It was like a powerful medicine, numbing the areas that it touched, and causing them to stop bleeding almost instantly. It allowed her to receive kiss after kiss without any nasty bite marks or bruises. I pulled her from my lap as she looked at me again with those sweet blue eyes, I could feel my sex becoming engorged and hardening from lust. She stood in front of me as I got up and then threw herself at me, kissing my lips with unrestricted passion and excitement. I returned the gesture and began to undress her. She had such cute little breast, so perky and young, and then her cute little belly so white and soft, at last I reached into her silken belt and ripped it off of her, letting her skirt fall into the floor. I knelt down, and began to kiss her lower belly, then worked my way down until I found her beautiful little sex. Kissing it, I heard her moan, and felt her moisten more and more. After a few moments of feeling her squirm and shake from the pleasure I’d given so many women before her, I looked up at my love,
“Dear,” I said sweetly, “have you ever wondered what it’s like to be crucified?”
