The Longest Day IV

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Excerpt from “My annals of suffering. A truthful account of the titillating tribulations of a young woman of courage in search of her prince.(with pictures edition) Volume VII: City of Sin II, Trial 131-132”

Trial 131: A blood red morning

The sun was rising above the large, oppressive walls of the city of Sin like a fiery father. Raging and cruel and all seeing. It brought with it a morning air, crisp and clean and filled with an electric aura of undulated danger.

In this boiling atmosphere, the boisterous young knight Sana Kia banged her fist on the counter with heedless, dauntless irritation.

“Heed ye my query, thee knave. Which over yonder pray tell arth thy whereabouts of thy holy blade of Nikkou?”

“Nikkou, eh?”, the effeminate fellow, Ben Jamin was what he called himself, rubbed his clean shaven chin. I could feel the odor of his pungent aftershave invade my nostrils. He hummed and hawwed for a bit, stretching the patience of our erotic knight to its very limits. “Haven’t the foggiest, ey!”

“Unfeasible!”, the purple haired master swordswoman gasped in shock. “Thee queste of mine arth of thee most holiest of portance and yet ye have no membrance of ye blade’s wherewithal? Art thy certain, knave?”

“Yeppers.”

“Ye must been of a japping spirit! I have thee know thee arth talking thou a member of the cloth!”

This discourse would have no doubt going on for quite the interim, if it wasn’t for my second companion rudely shoving the erotic warrior to the side.

"Never mind Sexy, I want info about Minerva!”, the little witch shouted, her spittle flying with careless abandon, like an evening shower at the end of a calm spring day. She reminded me of a small chick, chirping clamorously in order to get fed.

After spending a good nights rest in her room, Rice was evidently quite fired up again. Her revival akin to the rise of the morning sun was a most magnificent thing to witness. I am not privy to what caused it and the magic less sorceress was most certainly unwilling to share, beyond the most base of explanations.

Apparently, as always, the evil slaver was to blame for this, I can only imagine what lewd machinations she employed to get such a recovery out of the energetic girl. No doubt they were engaged in the carnal union of flesh.

But, these unsavory thoughts aside, the desire to do something to remedy our woeful situation burned brightly in me as well.

It was thusly not a difficult decision to accompany the eager enchantress and the salacious sexual swordfighter on their early morning walk, gallivanting towards the information office.

I must admit though, I was somewhat worried about the noble Lady Sylphid. She was enduring her suffering in stoic silence but her soul was screaming all the louder for it.

I could only hope she will not divest any more time nursing the bottle while I am preoccupied elsewhere.

The grief is still fresh in her and tearing her apart from the inside, her soul aching for warmth and comfort. It was because of this that I spend the night in Lady Sylphid’s embrace. It was a hot and passionate affair full of lust and wanton desire but I have already chronicled as much in Trial 102 through 129 and for the sake of brevity I shall refrain from doing so again.

Or should I? After all it is impossible to overstate Lady Sylphid’s most magnificent and sublime beauty. Even now in her weakened form she remains divine. And yet so human. The duality of women was never more pronounced then in my beloved Lady.

But as much as I wished to spend all of my time with her, I could not allow it. For Lady Sylphid’s sake as well I must close my heart and dedicate myself fully to the task at hand.

To which we should now return.

For what it was worth, the clerk was more accommodating for information regarding humans then blades.

He nodded a few times, showing off that jovial, jolly smile of his. “Minerva, eh? That is some information I might be able to part. Might be, indeedy!”

If I had any interest in him I could be persuaded to call Ben Jamin passable attractive. He had a very feminine appearance so that rather then handsome, beautiful would be an apt description. I wondered, how many hearts of women these raven locks and boyish blue eyes have broken? It must be as many as there are stars in the sky.

"What do you wish to know? Bust size? Sexual preferences? Type of underwear? We have lots and lots of information on her!"

"It is most certainly nothing so scandalous!", I cut in quite quickly to prevent this conversation to stir into a most undesirable direction. "Please simply provide us with a basic overview.”

I couldn’t help to notice that the cheeky clerk gave me a rather impudent gaze, before with yet another vigorous nod, as if that would provide his word with more substance, he started talking. "Minerva Margaret, thirty-one summers, hailing from Helman's capital of Langbau. Three times champion and veteran. This her tenth tournament. Very impressive."

"Not the obvious stuff!" Our little riceball waved her dainty hand with impatience and angrily stomped her feet. "You have the recordings of her battles, right? I want them. All of them. Now! Now! Now!”

I had to tell the aphotic haired Wiccan to calm herself down. After all, she does have a habit of wetting herself when getting too excited. I exchanged a look with Sanakia and let out a silent sigh.

Unfortunately, my companions lack of continence was the least of my worries. The up until now so gay smile of Ben Jamin contorted itself into an unpleasant leer. "Her battle recordings, eh? Mighty vital information that is. Not something you come across, easily. Do ya have what it takes to pay for that? Hehehehehe...”

“Obviously”, Rice pushed both of her palms into her hips, looking as proud as a little button-nosed girl can be, as Sana Kia slammed our master’s fighter pass on the counter. Fortuitously, the squire managed to appropriate it from her lords quarters. I can not condone frivolous spending, but I suppose this is for a matter too great of import then to be concerned with the base concern of fiduciary duty.

But then the vicious representative merely shook his head. He leered at us, nay at me. “ ‘fraid the price will be much more of the...interpersonal variety. If you know what I mean. Something only a lusty lass like you could afford. Ehehehe.”

How foul! How distasteful! Does this tournament depravities knows no bound?

Rice immediately backed off and quailed in fright. In her place, Sana Kia stepped, hand on the hilt of her sword Byroad. “Heed yerself, knave. I will have none of ye libidinous inclinations, lest ye draw ye ire of ye Gods.”

But this handsome rogue did not care for a little girl, neither did he have a taste for the well developed but barren body of the Sexy Knight. Nay, what he craved was a nubile woman. He undressed me with his stormy eyes, greedily licking his meaty lips like a lustful Banbera that is just about to **** an unsuspecting Captain Vanilla.

I understood right away what he wanted of me and was horrified. But as much as I was revolted, there was nothing to be done. We needed this information. As such I resigned myself to my inevitable faith and fulfilled the perverted pig’s urges.

His manhood was monstrous, to big for a man surely, bearing more in resemblance with a Dekant. It emitted a foul pungent smell, already leaking cruel, acidic droplets of his evil seed. And then he ravaged me just then and there, not caring who might peer into the information booth.

“Ugh”, the brutish barbarian grunted viciously. “I love violating women. Grah!”

Spewing profanity after profanity he took me like an impregnation chair would take a Captain Vanilla. All I could do was think of Lady Sylphid as I allowed myself getting defiled, the undying shame burning brightly within my like a lonely candle in a moonlit night overseeing a garden pond.

Would the candle flicker and burn out? Or will it be allowed to burn through the night, raging against the wind and the cold towards it’s inevitable end?

These were the thoughts penetrating my mind as my innermost sanctum was violated.

At last, I managed to satisfy the beast. My sacrifice, brutal and barbarous as it was, was worth the price of admission as we ended up acquiring a veritable mountain of material.

After cleaning myself from the vile, disgusting, sticky fluid clinging to my body like slime to a Kyan-Kyan lying on a slime bed ready to be assaulted, we separated ourselves from Sana Kia, who still resolved herself to pursue that holy quest of hers as I joined the wicked witch in her bedroom. She was already going over the recordings, but Minerva Margaret had participated in this tournament ten times. There was a colossal amount of footage to sieve through.

“How are we supposed to watch this all, Miss Cuffs?”, Rice let her red eyes that gleamed in the morning sun like molten rubies wander over all the Rare Rare stones “There is too much of it! Way too much!”

I poured over the records in wonder. Minerva Margaret was a veteran without peer. Three times she won the champion crown outright and for the remaining seven attempts she seemed to always make the finals. Except for one, curious exception.

Indeed, there existed but one, singular oddity. It grabbed my intention like a flame would lure a bee girl to it’s demise.

Would that bee my fate as well? Or would this flame be the lighthouse that steers a Captain Vanilla’s ship through a stormy night?

The flame that was the tournament in the year GI 783. Two years ago to be precise.

What happened in that year, you might ask? And will it be the key to our salvation? Or would it let us all to devastation? This query and much more will be revealed shortly. All I ask is for your patience, dear reader, for it shall be answered in the next chapter.

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Trial 132: A bright star’s debut

I stared at the reality in front of me with a queer sense of unease. A sense of dangerous foreboding, beckoning of forbidden knowledge. But the truth was unchanging as is the eternal turning of the seasons.

There was a substantial reduction of footage for the year 783. This was not because the records were in shoddy upkeep however, no the evil truth was that the champion Minerva would only participate in three fights. Her last stand being the third round of that year.

“That’s the one we need to watch! I am a genius!”, the small chested witch ascertained excited as I pointed this out and rather crudely shoved the rare rare stone into the rooms magic vision.

I couldn’t help but gasp in abject shock. For who else would be Minerva Margaret’s opponent then the very Lady Sylphid?

“Seriously?”, Rice groaned exasperated. “Why didn’t you say the two fought, Miss Cuffs?”

To my undying shame I had to confess that I only truly became an enthusiast of Lady Sylphid during last years tournament. After my noble father disowned me for refusing to take part in an arranged marriage I had to sell out my body on the streets, just to survive. I did not have the funds available to readily buy recordings of Lady Sylphid’s uncountable triumphs.

My raven haired companion continued her rather childish grumbling as we proceeded to watch the footage.

As this was the very first time she would join the tournament, Lady Sylphid was of a slightly younger age here. What greeted me on that silver screen was an energetic Lady Sylphid still in the middle of adolescence. As someone who truly appreciates Lady Sylphid in all her forms, I couldn’t help but feel budding excitement about this younger, more innocent form of hers. Ah, how I wished I could have grown up together with her. To be her childhood friend and boon companion would have been a wonderful dream come true, indeed.

In the mean, Minerva was already an accomplished veteran, who had acquired the champions belt on the last two tournaments. Truly, it should have been obvious who would emerge from this bout victorious.

But, just as it is impossible to predict ones fate, matters did not play out that most obvious of ways.

The ferocious axe fighter attacked with her usual ferocity, but Lady Sylphid had little trouble in avoiding her fierce attacks. Dodging them with the dignity and grace one would expect from the one that would later enter the pages of history as Speed Sylphid. It was a stunningly impressive performance. Akin to observe a splendid sublime dance being performed on a heavenly stage.

“The third round and a newcomer…”, Rice mused, gnawing at her nails as she was want to do when excited. “Minerva is prolly underestimating Sylphid.”

For what it was worth, Minerva seemed to quickly realize her most grievous mistake of taking Lady Sylphid lightly and discarded one of her axes. This chancy gamble allowed her to significantly increase her speed.

Alas, it was too little, too late. Not put off in the slightest, Lady Sylphid remained on the offensive and managed to score a considerable amount of hits on the much bulkier and way less graceful fighter. The bulky Minerva appeared to soldier them decently enough, but there was no question that this damage was taking its toll on the brute.

The bout continued in this fashion until the twenty-fourth minute mark, when Lady Sylphid finally managed to splendidly disarm her opponent.

What followed could be described with none other word then domination. I would put an allegory here but just as it was impossible to truly describe the stars splendor so would none suffice to encapsulate my Lady Sylphid’s pulchritude. After punching Minerva into submission with her punches(edit later with more flowery prose), Lady Sylphid proceeded to mount and….oh my.

“Oh my, indeed”, the little witch was down on all fours, so close to the magic vision that her tiny nose was almost touching the screen. On her rear end, her frilly black skirt had ridden up, shamelessly exposing her white, equally frilly bloomers for all to see. I subtly pulled her skirt back down, to make her decent again.

“Who would have thought the champion got that humiliated!” Rice cackled in unabashed schadenfreude.

What the unruly witch was referring was the fact that Lady Sylphid was currently in the process of giving Minerva’s bottom quite the workout. Or to put it in baser terms. She spanked her.

It was definitely very shameful, albeit the champion was not someone to genuflect. She attempted many times to free herself, but I could only assume that the Lady Sylphid was too strong an opponent to allow this.

“Surrender already, oh, champion, for I have beaten thee!”, Lady Sylphid demanded with quite the lewd grin adorning her slender, beautiful visage. I must admit, the heat was rising to my face at this point. Oh what would I give to substitute places with Minerva? To be at Lady Sylphid’s mercy and melt upon her hard touches?

“Should you not yield. Should you not submit to my will judiciously I shall dispense justice with **** unparalleled!”, Lady Sylphid singed, her voice clear and poignant, like a beautiful, rich red wine filling a crystalline glass.

At this point Lady Sylphid truly resembled a Goddess taming a wild beast. It was a glorious depiction of ascendance and one that will burn itself into my retina until the end of my days.

Impudently, the curlish fool refused this noble offer. And after enduring six further minutes of this most undignified treatment the match would end in a timeout. Both combatants would be disqualified. It left a bitter taste in my mouth, like biting down on an acerbic tomato, but as this happened two years ago, there was nothing that could be done today, for what are we then mere leaves ever floating downwards through the endless river of time?

“Imagine being the two time reigning champion and getting your behind spanked, quite literally, by some newbie!”

Rice cackled in delight and to further emphasize her point was shaking her butt at me, shamelessly exposing her white pantaloons once more. The diminutive magician could be quite promiscuous. And I was rather often too the target of her adolescent advances.

It was clear the ruby eyed witch lusted after my body like fire lusts after the wet floor of a Captain Vanilla’s ship but while she was, in theory, of age, the puerile adolescent still had a lot of maturing to do before she could engage in such activities.

In her usual fashion, Rice pouted and threw a tantrum and then, as if to prove her adulthood, proceeded to shamelessly gratify herself right in front of my eyes. Of course all that did was lay her own immaturity bare both literally and figuratively.

“So...basically...ngh..” she was gasping out, while fondling her minuscule snow white chest. “It means...uh…”

“Could it be that Minerva might have a grudge against Lady Sylphid?”, I proposed. “To lose in such base a fashion, what damages it must do to one’s pride?”

“Hmm”, the small girl made a difficult face, postponing her climax until she had figured it out fully. “But...why turn the Valkyrie into a ****?”

“I believe it is to lure our master out”, I explained to the masturbating midget. “By holding the Valkyrie hostage, he has to fight the Dark Lord and by doing this, Minerva Margaret would inevitably gain access to Sylphid as well.”

“That must be it!”, Rice explained ecstatic. She shouted and cackled, declaring herself a savant just as she climaxed. “Why, Miss Cuffs. You are a lot smarter then you look!”

I took the backhanded insult in good grace. I do not wish for the reader to get the wrong impression. Despite being a childish, immature rascal with an underdeveloped body a massive superiority complex and bed wetting issues, there is some good hidden deep within this brattish yearling. And I was resolved to bring it to the surface, for her sake as well.

But for now the rude rapscallion certainly decided to betray my good will by haughtily ordering me to visit the local library and bring her all the books I could find on the topic of Dark Lord’s. She could most certainly do so on her own, but was clearly too preoccupied with pleasuring herself to memories of that scene earlier when that brute ravaged my body.

Providing the naughty young lady with one last disapproving glare, I did what she bid and stepped out in this heat drenched city of sin. What challenges may await me on my quest to obtain the coveted objects? I could only tremble with frightful anticipation.

Today, as always, my silent suffering continues.

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Femto’s estimate on victory over Minerva

Amber Dominator Mari Beta (1%/0.5%)

steel dirks (0.4%/0.2%)

Devil of time(1 hour) (13.6%/6.8%)

Sylphid is doing something (1%/0.5%)

Sanakia is doing something (-2%/-1%)

Leaky is doing something (0.2%/0.1%)

Bea is cackling (+4%/+2%)

Gilbert’s hypnosis (+2%/+1%)

Bea is researching (+8%/+4%)

chances of victory by kill: 24,0%

chances of victory via surrender: 12.%