The woman opened her eyes slowly. Her entire body seemed to be aching, her thighs, her belly, her chest. But her head that hurt most of all. She turned her face slightly and saw a man standing beside her. "Where....where am I?" she murmured. She sat up carefully and saw that she had been lying in bed, fully clothed. "Where is this?"
"You're in a town called Narshe," the man said softly, approaching her. "My name is Arvis. I found you in the mines. How are you feeling?"
She shook her head. "I can't remember anything...." she said plaintively.
"You were wearing a Slave Crown," Arvis explained. "The others had complete control of you while you were using it." Various thoughts flitted through his mind as he thought of that crown. He had heard all the stories, of a powerful sorceress whose abilities had destroyed 50 lives in a matter of minutes. Now he knew she had been under the influence of the crown.
The men had probably had a lot of fun with her physically also, Arvis thought with a mental snicker, remembering what he had enjoyed just a few minutes ago...
The woman's head shot up as a small memory returned. "My name....is Terra," she said, rather uncertainly.
Arvis pulled his mind away from his carnal pleasures and focused on the current situation. He raised his brows in surprise as he realized what the girl just said. "Impressive! I've never heard of anyone recovering this fast!" he exclaimed. Perhaps they could convince her to become a Returner...
A rapid rat-tat-tat and the barking of dogs at the front door made them turn their heads sharply. "Open this door!" a voice shouted. "We want that girl! She's an officer of the Empire!"
"Damn!" Arvis muttered. Louder, he said to Terra, "You have to get out of here!" She quickly stood up, and he grabbed her hand and led her to the back of the room.
Another knock sounded. "Give back the girl and the Magitek armor!"
"Empire?" Terra asked. "Magitek?"
"No time to explain," Arvis said curtly. "Just make your way through the mines and get out of this town. I'll stay here and deal with those guards."
"But..."
"Go NOW! Here, take my knife. It's not much, but it'll do for now." Arvis removed the knife with its sheath from his belt, quickly running the handle roughly across her breasts and over her belly before pressing it into her hand. Then he turned away.
Terra stood there in shock, not quite sure what had happened, or what was happening now. But even if she stayed here, she would get no answers to the questions that were forming. She sighed.
Clutching the knife in one hand, she opened the door and made her escape.
Arvis prepared himself for what he knew he would face. He walked to the front door and carefully unlocked it. Before he could even turn the handle, the door bashed open, and in ran two guards, with their commander. "Where is she?!" the leader demanded of Arvis.
The old man looked calmly at him. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Melly," he said. "There's no one here."
My NAME is Melchior!" the commander yelled, his eyes blazing. "Not only are you hiding the girl from us, you're being damned insolent!"
Arvis' expression hardened. "I don't take orders from you," he said coldly.
Merdior came right up to him and spoke bitingly. "You listen to me, or you won't even live to regret it," he spat out. "That fool Town Elder can't make decisions for crap, and we're all on our own against the damn Empire. They'll send soldiers to rip this town apart to find her. I know you've been hiding the girl since she came barging into town. Now, WHERE IS SHE?!?"
"Look around. You won't find her," Arvis shot back.
Melchior made a gesture. "Men! Search the place!" he commanded. He and Arvis continued to stand there, staring at each other angrily. There was a curious tension in the air between them, something subtle and hidden. It was a nervous, forbidden tension that was both overshadowed and fueled by the hate and anger they were feeling.
The search did not take long. "Sir, no one else is in this house," a soldier reported.
The commander forced himself to breathe evenly. "I know you had her here," he said in a low, menacing voice. "You can't lie about it!"
They heard shouts outside. "There she is!" a voice said. The sounds faded. Arvis continued to stare calmly at Melchior.
"Well...looks like it doesn't matter now," Melchior said, snickering. "We'll catch her despite your interference. And not only did you harbor an Imperial soldier, you also let her escape." His voice lowered, became subtly more threatening. "And you know what will happen to you..."
Arvis clenched his teeth, but said nothing.
"Men! Punish him!" Melchior shouted.
One soldier came up behind Arvis and whacked him onto his knees. He pulled Arvis' arms behind his back and tied his wrists together tightly. Melchior dropped his pants, his cock already big and hard. He forced himself into Arvis' mouth. "Suck me, old man!" the commander yelled with a sneer.
Another soldier tugged off Arvis' trousers. Taking a thin cord, the man started spanking the old man's bare butt. His butt twitched from the blows, but he forced himself to relax to lessen the pain. The third soldier came around behind Melchior and dropped to his knees. He reached between the commander's legs and started massaging Arvis' cock with a stick.
The soldier behind him whacked his behind harder and harder until Arvis was grunting, partly from pain, partly from a twisted pleasure. Arvis tugged on Melchior's cock with his teeth, pulling on his shaft with each spank. He ran his tongue rapidly back and forth over the tip, and the commander groaned in ecstacy.
"More, old man, more!" Melchior yelled, thrusting deep into Arvis' mouth. He groaned and tilted his head sideways, sucking and tugging harder. The guard in front slapped Arvis' thighs with the stick, then rubbed it against the old man's cock.
Melchior groaned louder and louder, then suddenly shot into Arvis' mouth without warning. The old man knew what was expected of him. Screwing his eyes shut tight as though it would ward off the taste, Arvis swallowed the salty cum.
The commander pulled out with a laugh. "You're getting better, old man," he sneered. Melchior moved away and watched the two guards as they continued to torture Arvis. The old man looked at him with blazing eyes, cum dripping from his mouth, a small grunt escaping him with each whack of his butt.
Melchior made a gesture, and the soldier began hitting Arvis much harder. His grunts became loud groans. His butt was numb. Still the thin cord made stinging welts on his skin. The pain was almost unbearable. Arvis didn't know when he began screaming....
When the militia were done with him, Arvis lay on his side on the floor, breathing heavily, his face and chest drenched with sweat, his bottom criscrossed with red welts. His front and back felt as though they were on fire.
None of them looked back as they left the house and slammed the door behind them.