Whips and blades

Malgor and Yara saw the city of Ardaan-kel on the horizon. Yara sighed in relief as she had her goal finally in sight. Malgor stood and crossed his arms, marveling at what was surely a great landmark in this new world.

“Ardaan-kel,” said Yara, “Perhaps we shall both find our quarries here.”

“It is impressive,” said Malgor, “One would not expect a hub of civilization in the middle of a desert.”

“The city was made for that very purpose,” said Yara, “It is a bastion for the weary desert travelers. A refuge for the merchants, nomads, and wanderers to spend their coin. We will be welcomed in. The gates of Ardaan-kel remain open and they do not reject visitors. Such is their rule and has been since its founding.”

“Does the devil queen rule this city?” said Malgor, “Did she found it?”

“She rules it now, but she is no founder,” said Yara, “Ardaan-kel runs on commerce. The devil queen happens to be the richest, so all the greedy nobles, merchants, and politicians beg for her favor. They build her lavish palaces, gift her the strongest armed men and most beautiful slaves, and let her cement her power over the city. She’s no leader or conqueror, only a snake whose venom has been left to fester.”

“You sound more than ready to teach her a lesson,” said Malgor.

“I have traveled far to get here and I will not squander my efforts,” said Yara, “Besides, the city itself is a blessing worth the trip. The center of the desert, an oasis built by the hand of mortals. We will find much to enjoy here.”

“Then let us head forth,” said Malgor, “I wouldn’t mind feasting on something other than lizard meat.”

“Do not sully my honor as a cook, dark lord,” said Yara, “The finest noble chefs of the devil queen could not prepare a better roasted lizard than me.”

“I would hardly call your cooking your best quality,” said Malgor.

Yara smirked at Malgor. He smiled back at her before setting forth for the city. As he did, Yara turned her face to hide a small blush. She quickly recollected herself and followed him. As to Yara’s words, the pair walked through the unbarred archway of the city. They took in the busy streets and worn buildings as they slowly joined the bustling crowds in the marketplace. Malgor surveyed the place and raised an eyebrow at the many slaves he saw for sale.

“You sell slaves so openly in this world?” said Malgor, “I was under the impression that the slavers that attacked us were working for more subtle markets.”

“What of it?” said Yara, “You already know that if one is captured as a **** one deserves to be a ****. If they wished to avoid such cruelty those strong men should’ve fought harder and those supple women should’ve run faster.”

“A bold philosophy to be shared by a whole city,” said Malgor, “I thought only your orc tribes thought that way.”

“In truth, I do not know what reasons allow these pink skins to walk past the selling of flesh every day with no quandaries,” said Yara, “But whether it's humans, orcs, or even devils, the taking of slaves is as common as fishermen taking from the ocean.”

“There are oceans here?” said Malgor, “As far as I could tell, your whole universe was nothing but a vast desert.”

“Travel far enough and there will always be an ocean,” said Yara, “I have never seen one myself, but anyone knows what a fisherman is. Perhaps we could find an ocean one day. It would certainly be a sight to see. Water spread as far as desert sands, moving with waves across the horizon.”

“We?” said Malgor.

Yara hesitated and looked Malgor in the eye. She looked surprised and even a little innocent, like she hadn’t quite realized the words she had spoken. Malgor also met her with a face that lacked his usual cruelty. He wondered if her assumption that they would continue to travel together bothered him. It did not, he admitted to himself. But it was of no use, for he knew that soon he’d be taken back to his world. Perhaps it was for the best. He feared he had revealed too much of himself to Yara to let her continue by his side.

“I still have my quarry, as do you,” said Malgor, “Perhaps we should focus on that.”

The smile left his face and he continued walking on, trying to get the two of them back to their quest. Yara’s smile also faded and she once again felt slightly disappointed. Nevertheless, she knew there was wisdom in Malgor’s suggestion so she became serious once more as she followed him.

“Of course,” said Yara, “I do not believe that the devil queen will be hard to spot. Surely she flies her banners high. At last, she’ll pay for her insult to my people.”

The two of the wandered about the markets. As they did, Malgor couldn’t help but be enthralled by the various **** girls he saw about them. Some hid the shame on their faces as their masters opened their robes and revealed their naked bodies to prospective buyers. But others still moved their bodies sensually, enticing those who would bind them in servitude. It was a fascinating thing for Malgor to see these women so readily accepting their own slavery. One such girl in a stall by her lonesome drew his eye even more since she looked right at him as she danced. With a curled finger, the dancer beckoned him forward. Malgor chuckled and considered how he might as well see this world more intimately before the challenge was over. He approached the girl.

“Hello there master,” said the dancer, “Or I would call you master if you were but to pay a pittance to my owner for the pleasure of making me yours.”

“Show me your qualities before you deem yourself worthy of servitude,” said Malgor.

The dancer smiled and winked at him before lifting her hands. Her skimpy outfit let Malgor see her clearly as she stretched her exposed navel and lifted her arms above her head, shaking her hips with rapid and fluid motions. Yara noticed Malgor was no longer with her. In quickly scanning the area, she found where he had gone off to. She quickly strided over to Malgor who stood in silent appreciation of the ****’s dance.

“Malgor, what are you doing?” said Yara, “We don’t have time for…”

Yara’s words trailed off as she started watching the dancer move. Her belly dance had Yara entranced and she lost her train of thought. As the dancer spun around, showing off the breadth of her motions, Malgor found himself legitimately impressed with the vigor and sensuality she showed for an act of such submissiveness. It seemed to him that she truly danced with passion, that she wished to do this. The dancer began to slow down as she turned back to Malgor.

“Satisfied?” said the dancer, “With enough fangs, you can have me dance in your own halls tonight!”

“As much as I would love a pretty thing like you decorating my keep, I do not have long to stay in these lands,” said Malgor, “But you can still assist me. You must see the variety of people that pass through this city. I seek particular girls that may have come this way. Their hair should be memorable, in pigments of pink, blonde, black, green, and red. One of them is a black haired devil with horns. If you saw any of them, tell me.”

“Well, consider this your lucky day,” said the dancer, “I have seen all of them, even spoken to some of them.”

“Truly?” said Malgor, “Which ones did you speak to?”

“The blonde and raven haired ones,” said the dancer, “Now that I remember, they were looking for a man of your description. Are you their owner?”

“I am,” said Malgor, “Where did they go?”

“I believe all of them have made their way to the devil queen’s palace,” said the dancer.

“They went right to the devil queen?” said Yara, “Then both our searches lead to the same place! Tell me where it is, ****!”

“Calm down green mistress, I’ll tell you,” said the dancer, “Simply follow the road to the center of town. Anyone in the city could tell you where it is. You’ll certainly know when you see it.”

Malgor took his hand and gently stroked the dancer under her chin. She giggled and smiled, softly licking his finger like an obedient dog. Yara scoffed at the **** behind Malgor’s back, wondering how any woman could get to such a state. But Yara once again was glad that his eyes were averted for another blush came across her face.

“You're a good ****, girl,” said Malgor, “Were you one of mine, know that you’d drive me to such a state I’d ravage you until you fainted.”

“Oh my, you’re quite the master, aren’t you?” said the dancer.

Yara cleared her throat. “Can we go now? We have our destination.”

Malgor let go of the **** and continued on towards the palace of the devil queen alongside Yara. He looked at Yara who silently pouted and tried to avoid looking at him.

“Were you jealous?” said Malgor.

“Jealous?” said Yara, “That’s absurd! How could I be jealous of a **** girl? I’m a proud orc warrioress! There are no qualities I would wish from a ****!”

“A warrioress, are you?” said Malgor, “You did not seem much like one last night.”

“That…” said Yara, “That’s different. I’ve never met a man who could… beat me before.”

“Never in your life?” said Malgor.

“Never,” said Yara.

Yara stopped in the middle of the city streets. Malgor halted too, looking back at her. She looked at the ground as her head raced with thoughts. Malgor approached her, coming very close.

“I didn’t know I held such a place in your life,” said Malgor, “I would’ve cherished the moment all the more had I known.”

“Would you have taken me if you’d known?” said Yara.

Malgor paused. His teasing smile went away as he too became entrenched in his own mind.

“Why didn’t you… you know… ravage me last night?” said Yara.

Malgor thought back to his state of mind that night. He knew that in saying anything he could’ve revealed weakness, even more so than he did back then. But he once again reminded himself how his stay in this world, with her, was only temporary. It lifted the burdens of responsibility from him, and he felt more free to speak without restraint. He ignored the small part of him that was sad at the inevitability of his parting.

“Where I come from I am feared and hated,” said Malgor, “And that is good. I will never claim that it is not. That is what I thrive on, and that is why I may act on the dark impulses that are a part of my being. However, it is a strange, strange thing to have someone so close who does not fear or hate me. A strange, strange thing, so much so that I am not acting as I would.”

“Speak for yourself,” said Yara, “Surely you heard my heart beat as you had me at your mercy last night. I was afraid of you sure as a beast fears flames.”

“That was not fear, and I believe you know it,” said Malgor, “Fear and hate are not the only things that quicken the heart.”

Malgor stood before Yara so close that their chests were merely an inch away from each other. Yara blushed and this time she could not hide it from Malgor. He reached out and put his hand on her left chest. Sure enough, he felt the hasty beating of her heart. Yara felt exposed to him, all her secrets left bare. But then Yara wondered. She reached her hand out to feel his left chest as well.

Before her hand touched his flesh, shouting could be heard around them. They felt the brush of people rushing past them. It distracted the pair and pulled them from their moment. They looked around them and saw townspeople rushing towards the center of the city, towards their destination. They stood for a while and listened to the murmurings of passerbys.

“Hurry!” said a townsperson, “There’s going to be a huge showing!”

“Who is it?” said another.

“A **** escaped from the devil queen!” said yet another, “It ought to be good!”

Malgor and Yara looked at each other and swiftly nodded in understanding. They readily gripped the swords at their sides as they followed the crowd. Soon they were led to the front of the devil queen’s palace where they witnessed a sea of people gathering around an elevated wooden platform eerily resembling gallows. Guards stood around it keeping the hungry crowds back. Upon the gallows was a wooden arch with two ropes hanging from it. A man with a whip stood underneath the arch, flicking the whip around as practice. As Malgor and Yara peeked over the crowd as best they could, they felt the rumbling around them as the crowd cheered in unison. Two slaves were being walked up onto the gallows. One was a plump orc woman and the other was an elf girl with short hair.

“Daelana,” said Malgor.

“Mother!” said Yara.

Malgor turned to Yara. “That’s your mother?”

“Yes,” said Yara, “I thought I might run into her but… seeing her here before me is different then I imagined.”

“How so?” said Malgor.

“I don’t know,” said Yara, “I suppose I thought slavery would’ve warped her and made her unrecognizable. A husk of her former beauty. But… she looks the same as the day I lost her. Just as beautiful. Just as much a mother. I can’t explain it.”

Olga was walked up by a guard while Daelana was being restrained by four men. The dark knight viciously pulled against their grasp and they struggled to keep her still as they dragged her up before everyone. They were brought before the man with the whip. He addressed the crowd.

“These shameful slaves have dishonored our esteemed lady, the devil queen!” said the whipper, “This orc girl here was a loyal **** but lost conviction as this elf here tried to break her free! But none escape the might of the devil queen! So these slaves will now be brought before the eyes of Ardaan-kel to atone for their crimes! Let them feel a ****’s humiliation!”

With that, the guards began stripping the clothes off of them. The guards escorting Olga happily tore her rags off, letting them fall to pieces on the ground. She yelped as her large boobs and butt jiggled free from their encasing. Her hands went to her sides, like she wanted to cover herself but knew that she shouldn’t, or that she didn’t deserve to. With Daelana, every man holding her tore at her clothing violently so that the leather ripped into several pieces. Daelana struggled and screamed but was eventually made completely naked. The crowds laughed at their exposure. Olga’s face flushed in embarrassment while Daelana howled like a monster to distract herself from her own shame and ever reddening cheeks. Both girls were brought under the wooden arch where their hands were brought up and tied to their respective ropes. Once restrained, they were left dangling by their arms, truly unable to cover their shame.

“You pitiful and naked slaves should now be feeling the humiliation you deserve!” said the whipper, “Does this newfound humility make you think and reflect on your actions? Do you wish to beg forgiveness from her eminence, the devil queen and show respect before the city of Ardaan-kel?”

“Yes,” said Olga, “I suffered a lapse of will and now take responsibility. I am responsible for this mess and as **** mother I am ready to bear the consequences. I pray for forgiveness from my mistress, for me and this **** beside me. Let me take the brunt of this punishment so I may show this young **** the proper way to learn a lesson.”

The crowd cheered and the whipper smiled.

“What a humble and courteous ****,” said the whipper, “How about it, elf? Are you going to learn from her example and beg forgiveness? If you do, I might just take up her offer and spare you some of the blows. Some of them.

“Fuck you!” said Daelana, “When I’m out of this I’ll tear all of you cocksuckers into pieces!”

The crowd made a long ‘oh’ sound as excitement spread throughout the spectators. The whipper laughed.

“A feisty one, eh?” said the whipper, “Not to worry. Feisty ones make for better entertainment. Both of you will be receiving equal whippings!”

The crowd cheered. Daelana fumed as she hung exposed. Olga whispered to her.

“You really shouldn’t do that, dear,” said Olga, “I don’t mind taking the punishment for you.”

“Well, pain isn’t exactly a problem for me so I don’t really give a shit,” said Daelana, “I just wish the pricks didn’t have to strip me naked!”

“Don’t worry about that,” said Olga, “You look lovely!”

“What kind of orc are you?” said Daelana.

“The kind that will care for her fellow slaves until the end of her days,” said Olga.

“Huh,” said Daelana, “Didn’t know those kinds of orcs existed.”

“It seems that you and your friends have a lot of preconceived biases you should reassess," said Olga.

As the whipper menacingly cracked his whip in the air before the naked slaves, Malgor and Yara watched on from the crowd. Malgor found the whole setup amusing but he knew he had to act soon. He looked down at Yara and saw her look up at her mother longingly.

“You said before that you didn’t wish to save your mother, that she deserved the slavery imparted on her,” said Malgor, “I’m going to retrieve my woman. Do you wish to retrieve yours?”

Yara looked back at Malgor. While she stood in thought, the whipper walked around behind the two nude girls. He dragged his whip across the ground, letting the pair hear as the sound of it scratching against the wood got closer and closer to them. Finally the man stood behind them and flung the whip up in the air. With a sadistic cackle, he brought the whip down upon Olga’s back. She screamed out and moaned in equal measure as the intense crack of the whip biting her skin echoed through the square. The crowd cheered. The man then brought the whip back up, swung it around, and lashed it down upon Daelana’s back. She gritted her teeth as the intense pain made her moan far louder than she would’ve wanted. The crowd laughed and cheered once more.

“You… you like the way it feels too?” said Olga.

“Too?” said Daelana.

They couldn’t finish their conversation as the whip swiftly struck Olga again and then even more quickly than before struck Daelana again. Both of them screamed out almost in unison as their pain and humiliation started to sync up. The whipper moved between them faster and faster, always making sure to whip them one after the other. Soon his weapon of pain was constantly swaying through the air in a serpentine motion as it ceaselessly laid into the two girls without falling from the air.

Daelana’s face flushed bright red as the pleasure each blow brought was greater than the last. She rubbed her thighs together, trying to hide from the crowd how wet she was getting down there. Meanwhile, Olga moaned and yelped loudly as she let her legs spread, the soft dripping from her pussy clear to see for all the crowd who raved enthusiastically at her showing. Daelana looked over to her, unsure how she could handle such humiliation. Daelana also started wondering if she was a little jealous of how comfortable Olga looked despite her situation.

“Yes, slaves! Scream out in agony and ecstasy!” yelled the whipper, “Feel as I paint your naked backs with beautiful red marks for all to see! Feel the pain, the shame, and the pleasure all at once!”

Daelana could feel her womanhood growing hotter and hotter with every lash she received. Her excitement was burgeoning at an uncontrollable level and she knew that each painful sting she would soon receive could be the one that sent her over the edge and **** her to orgasm in front of this large crowd. She desperately didn’t want to shame herself in such a way, but as another mark hit her back and she cried out with intense pleasure, she knew that it would only be a matter of time. She moaned incessantly from nothing but the anticipation of another strike, expecting it to finish her off and cement her shame in the eyes of Ardaan-kel.

But instead of another strike, she felt warm liquid paint her back. Olga felt it too and paused her moans. The two of them looked behind them. To the shock of not only them but the entire crowd, there stood Malgor ramming his sword through the chest of the whipper who gasped and tried to scream but found his throat filled with too much blood to do so. He coughed up some of the blood up before Malgor drew his blade from his body and let him fall dead onto the floor. The guards around the gallows immediately drew their swords.

“Interloper!” yelled a guard, “Kill him!”

But from the crowd, Yara came forth swinging her sword wildly, slicing the heads off of two guards, which turned the attention of the rest of them to her. The crowds started screaming and running away as the guards descended on Yara. But she was unfazed as each man that came at her she cut down easily, splattering their blood across the city grounds. Meanwhile, Malgor stood with the two naked girls on the gallows. With a swift swing of his blade, he cut both ropes holding them up. They both fell to their knees and clutched their nude bodies to cover up. Daelana turned and looked up at Malgor who stood over her like a guardian angel. She breathed heavily as thoughts raced through her head.

“Aren’t you going to thank me?” said Malgor.

Daelana stood up and faced Malgor, her hands folded across her chest. She looked down, her anger growing with the flush on her cheeks. The rage that defined was as potent as ever as she recognized her sworn enemy as her savior in this game she was made to play. She stood completely **** before him, naked so that he could see all the involuntary shudders she experienced in his presence. She knew she could not hide her desire to keep going. Though her vows clawed at her heart, she cursed herself as she knew in that moment what she wanted.

“This is the best you’ll get,” said Daelana.

The dark knight stepped forward, closed her eyes, grasped Malgor’s face, and kissed him. Malgor stood still, letting her take all the actions to do it. Daelana felt the taste of her enemy’s lips once more, but this time it was not **** upon her. Her mind unraveled into a conundrum of mixed emotions as she willingly lapped at the mouth of the dark lord and found the taste not unpleasant.

Daelana was the first to kiss the master. +20 VP

Daelana pulled away from Malgor’s lips and let go of his face. She was left with a look that could be mistaken for disgust but Malgor could see was defeat. He smiled, seeing this enemy of his so willing to spoil herself upon him to win this game. But Daelana recovered herself and managed to look Malgor in the eyes with a serious face, almost like she could recognize that the shame was not unbearable.

A guard fell dead against the gallows by Malgor’s feet, the last one in the area slain by Yara. Malgor looked down at the corpse. Its hand wielding a sword had flopped onto the wooden planks of the gallows. Malgor reached down and pried the blade from its hands. He then flipped the sword around so that he grasped onto the blade and held it out to Daelana, its handle pointed towards her.

“Take a blade,” said Malgor, “There will be more and I know you are eager to spill blood.”

Daelana was caught off guard for a moment that Malgor would trust her with a weapon. In a way it was even more humiliating that he believed she would not hurt him after everything. It was humiliating because Daelana knew he was right to think so. She took hold of the sword and brandished it, holding it ever ready to cut down more men. She hoped the bloodshed would distract her from it all.

Yara then climbed up onto the gallows with Malgor. She saw her mother who had gotten to her feet and turned to face her. Yara’s battle fury had tempered down the moment she came face to face with her. She approached her mother who greeted her with a warmer smile than she’d ever given even her fellow slaves.

“Yara,” said Olga, “It is so good to see you again darling.”

“Mother?” said Yara, “I wasn’t sure if I’d find you or not. I…”

“You were searching for me?” said Olga.

Yara hesitated, looking at the ground in shame.

“No,” said Yara, “You were made a ****. It wouldn’t have been right for me to look for you who so shamefully gave in to our enemy. However… I saw you suffer up here. How you wished to take punishment for your fellow ****. I knew that the heart of a warrior was still within you.”

“Oh my dearest child,” said Olga, “It was not a warrior who said those words. It was a ****. A warrior may face the sting of the blade for the sake of her cause. A **** faces the whip for the same. I think you know this.”

Yara paused and looked over to Malgor, seeing him coddle his raven haired elf girl. Yara sighed and turned back to her mother.

“Maybe,” said Yara, “Mother, I lost a battle for the first time. Just like you did the day you were taken. I thought it was a shameful thing, to be dominated by your enemy. And it is… but…”

“But there is something else too, right dear?” said Olga.

“I think I understand you more,” said Yara, “I feel terrible for thinking such awful things of you, thinking you changed for the worse, but as a warrior or **** you’ve always been the same woman.”

“This is the way of the orcs,” said Olga, “We know our purpose in this world, and we follow it with fervor. My path was always to be a mother. That is why fate reunited us. And as for you, I know you’ll find your own path too.”

“Thank you mother,” said Yara, “Will you come with me?”

“I believe it is destined,” said Olga, “And how could I refuse my darling daughter who saved me despite everything!”

Olga rushed forward and embraced her daughter, squeezing her tightly. Yara accepted her love and hugged her back, though a little more awkwardly.

“Uh, mother,” said Yara, “You’re still very naked.”

“Oh yes! My apologies dear,” said Olga.

Olga let go of Yara who took a step back only to see Malgor and Daelana looking right at them. Yara was quite embarrassed to have been given a big naked hug from her own mother in plain view of Malgor and his girl. Olga smiled at Malgor.

“And who is this handsome man?” said Olga, “Is he the one who defeated you in battle?”

“Mother!” said Yara, “At least cover up in front of him!”

“You seem very perceptive,” Malgor said to Olga, “Yara’s told me much about you.”

“Did she, now?” said Olga, “I hope she spoke highly of me.”

“She emphasized your motherly beauty quite heavily,” said Malgor, “And now I can see that she clearly undersold it.”

“Malgor!” said Yara, “That’s my mother you're talking about!”

“Oh my!” said Olga, “Is that black haired elf yours?”

“She is,” said Malgor.

“She thanked you quite splendidly,” said Olga, “But you are my savior too. I would be remiss if I did not also show such gratitude.”

Olga walked towards Malgor, swaying her ample hips sensually. She pushed her chest against his and leaned into him slowly. She then planted a long and sultry kiss on his lips. Malgor made no moves to stop her, instead enjoying her presentation and the feel of her nude body on his. He was more than happy to receive such thanks without question. He was so aroused that he reached his hand around Olga’s waist and grabbed her plump ass. This made Olga moan into his mouth. Daelana rolled her eyes while Yara looked on in horror.

“Mom! Malgor!” said Yara, “Stop doing that!”

Olga released her kiss and turned her head to her daughter. Her body remained pressed against Malgor’s and her ass remained firmly in his grasp.

“What’s the matter dearie?” said Olga, “I need to show my thanks to my savior, one that’s different from the thanks I’d show you, my daughter.”

“That’s vile!” said Yara, “Malgor, that’s my mother! Don’t touch her like that!”

“I am well aware who she is,” said Malgor, “Why do you think I accepted her thanks so readily? She shares your beauty.”

Yara blushed hard in an instant. After being too flustered to act for a moment, she grabbed her mother and pulled her away from Malgor.

“Put some clothes on, mother!” said Yara, “And at least wait until I’m gone before doing things like that!”

“I’m sorry dear. Are you jealous? You don’t have to be,” said Olga, “He defeated you, correct? Or did you not yet…”

“Shut it!” said Yara, quickly clasping a hand over Olga's mouth.

Suddenly, everyone’s attention was drawn to the doors of the devil queen’s palace opening. Guards started pouring out of the doorway, armed and facing the group on the gallows in the now empty city square. They started shouting as they prepared to charge them.

“Kill those warriors and retake the slaves! For the glory of the devil queen!” yelled a guard.

Malgor smiled and readied his sword. Daelana sighed, not having anything else to wear. She held her blade up all the same.

“I need to kill something,” said Daelana, “All of you guards! Every one of your prying eyes that saw my naked body, none of you will live to enjoy the memory!”

“Stay back mother,” said Yara, “Once we kill these bastards, the devil queen is next.”

Yara walked up to the sides of Malgor and Daelana, taking a stance for the fight. The guards charged at them, ready to swarm them in a sea of blades. Malgor, Yara, and Daelana jumped off of the gallows and started battling.