The Feast

by Rowan Bree

  Vale’s eyes flash red again and Eli falls to his knees beside you.

  “I guess you can strip too, then,” Vale says.

  The elf pulls his tattered tunic up over his head and tosses it to the floor. You can see his face screwed up in concentration even as his hands move to undo his trousers.

  Your dress slip down past the swell of your breasts, exposing you to Vale and the others. The mage slides his leather-clad fingers across your nipple.

  He bids you to stand and your body responds. You step out of your dress, your movements automatic. The pain is starting to fade as you stop fighting, but the humiliation grows as you feel all the greedy eyes roaming over your body. You stand there exposed and unable to cover yourself.

  “You’re falling behind,” Vale says. He kicks Eli to the ground and yanks off his trousers, before kicking him again in the ribs. The sudden brutality shocks you.

  “On your hands and knees,” Vale instructs.

  Eli does as he’s told. An angry red bruise has blossomed across his side.

  “You too,” Vale tells you. You begrudgingly follow his command.

  Once you are both where he wants you, Vale removes something from within his robe. It is a smooth glass rod with a round bulb at one end. The mage’s eyes glint evilly in the candlelight. “So who’s first?”

  Avoid eye contact.

  Tell him to choke on it.

  You ignore the mage’s order.

  “I said strip, kitten.” Vale’s voice is a little harsher.

  Eli keeps his hand clenched around yours giving you courage.

  The mage runs a gloved hand through his silvery hair. He seems to be debating something within himself. Finally he looks at you, his lip curled in amusement.

  He flicks his hand downwards and you fall to your knees. You try to get up but a tearing pain shoots through your body. Tears tumble down your cheeks as you try to resist Vale’s magic.

  “Leave her alone, you piece of shit,” Eli spits.

  Vale ignores him. “Stop fighting, kitten. The pain will only get worse.”

  He tugs at the laces of your corset loosening them.

  Your hand moves up to the corset against your control. Your shaking fingers grasp at the fabric and start to slip it down, inch by inch exposing first your nipples then the under-swell of your breasts. You fight for control of your movements even as you expose yourself to the crowd.

  “I’m not going to beg,” Eli says. “But if you don’t let her go you’re going to find my dagger so far up your ass you won’t see the hilt.”

  Vale’s eyes flash red again and Eli falls to his knees beside you.

  “I guess you can strip too, then,” Vale says.

  The elf pulls his tattered tunic up over his head and tosses it to the floor. You can see his face screwed up in concentration even as his hands move to undo his trousers.

  The mage slides his leather-clad fingers across your nipple. He bids you to stand and your body responds. You slip your dress down past your hips and step out of it, your movements automatic. The pain is starting to fade as you stop fighting, but the humiliation grows as you feel all the greedy eyes roaming over your body. You stand there naked for all to see.

  “You’re falling behind,” Vale says. He kicks Eli to the ground and yanks off his trousers, before kicking him again in the ribs. The sudden brutality shocks you.

  “On your hands and knees,” Vale instructs.

  Eli does as he’s told. An angry red bruise has blossomed across his side.

  “You too,” Vale tells you. You begrudgingly follow his command.

  Once you are both where he wants you, Vale removes something from within his robe. It is a smooth glass rod with a round bulb at one end. The mage’s eyes glint evilly in the candlelight. “So who’s first?”

  Avoid eye contact.

  Tell him to choke on it.

  You look at him, too ashamed to say the words but he understands nonetheless.

  “It looks like we have a volunteer.” He smiles at you.

  He walks around behind you and kneels. He strokes your naked back with his gloved hand, the smooth leather gliding across your skin.

  “Relax, kitten,” he says. “It’ll be worse if you fight it.”

  You can feel the cold glass against your backside, coaxing you open. You stifle a moan, though you can’t fully hide your reaction to Vale penetrating you there.

  He chuckles. “Do you hear that, elf? Sounds like dear kitten here is enjoying all the attention.”

  Eli lets loose a string of expletives threatening all manner of painful deaths for Vale but the mage only ignores him. The mage plunges the dildo deep inside you, fucking you without mercy.

  You can see the Vale’s cruelty reflected in the hungry eyes of the nobles watching you. Some encourage him, yelling out the atrocities they want to see done to you and Eli in the name of “justice”. Your legs start to wobble. You can feel yourself coming. Your moans drown out Eli’s threats against Vale. You can’t believe you’re actually enjoying this.

  Your orgasm overwhelms you and you lose control of your bladder. As the warm puddle grows beneath you, you see a woman step from the crowd and approach Vale. He doesn’t notice her until she is pressed right up against him. You feel his grip loosen. The dildo falls to the floor.

  Suddenly hands are on you pulling you up. You smell smoke and hear screams. Your legs are jelly underneath you.

  “Let’s go,” the woman says.

  Eli grabs your other arm. His trousers are back on and he holds his tunic and your dress in his other hand. The room is beginning to fill with smoke. You see a curtain on fire and Vale’s lifeless body lying on the floor.

  “What’s going on?” you ask, but no one replies until you are well away from the burning room.

  Eli gives you your dress and puts his tunic back on.

  “I’m Sybil,” the woman says. “I fight the Order too. At least I try to, when this one’s not making a mess of things.”

  You thank her for rescuing you.

  “Where’s Jasper?” Eli asks.

  The woman replies, “He’s on his way to the rendezvous point already. We should hurry.”

  You follow her and Eli out of the castle. You can hear the faint tolling of bells as the alarm is sounded. The king’s guards will be looking for you.

  The city streets themselves are quiet, but the woman keeps to the shadows nevertheless. After a while she cuts on to the main thoroughfare and leads you to a cart parked there. It’s packed to the top with crates and barrels and there’s a young man standing beside it.

  “What’s he doing here?” the man asks. He has dark wavy hair and piercing green eyes.

  You don't know him.

  You have met this man before.

  You look at him, too ashamed to say the words but he understands nonetheless.

  “It looks like we have a volunteer.” He smiles at you.

  He walks around behind you and kneels. He strokes your naked back with his gloved hand, the smooth leather gliding across your skin.

  “Relax, kitten,” he says. “It’ll be worse if you fight it.”

  You can feel the cold glass against your backside, coaxing you open. You stifle a moan, though you can’t fully hide your reaction to Vale penetrating you there.

  He chuckles. “Do you hear that, elf? Sounds like dear kitten here is enjoying all the attention.”

  Eli lets loose a string of expletives threatening all manner of painful deaths for Vale but the mage only ignores him. The mage plunges the dildo deep inside you, fucking you without mercy.

  You can see the Vale’s cruelty reflected in the hungry eyes of the nobles watching you. Some encourage him, yelling out the atrocities they want to see done to you and Eli in the name of “justice”. Your legs start to wobble. You can feel yourself coming. Your moans drown out Eli’s threats against Vale. You can’t believe you’re actually enjoying this.

>   Your orgasm overwhelms you and you lose control of your bladder. As the warm puddle grows beneath you, you see Sybil emerge from the crowd and approach Vale. Has she been here the whole time? He doesn’t notice her until she is pressed right up against him. You feel his grip loosen. The dildo falls to the floor.

  Suddenly hands are on you pulling you up. You smell smoke and hear screams. Your legs are jelly underneath you.

  “We need to go,” Sybil says.

  Eli grabs your other arm. His trousers are back on and he holds his tunic and your dress in his other hand. The room is beginning to fill with smoke. You see a curtain on fire and Vale’s lifeless body lying on the floor.

  You run from the room, not stopping until you are far from the chaos. Eli gives you your dress and puts his tunic back on. Sybil helps you lace up your corset. She doesn’t pull it nearly as tight as she did the first time. She then turns to Eli and gives him a solid smack on the cheek.

  He rubs it furiously. “What was that for?” he asks.

  “Your stupidity,” Sybil replies.

  “It’s a good thing you were there,” Eli chokes. “I thought we were dead.”

  “You should have been,” Sybil says. “Let’s go.”

  Eli struggles to talk as the three of you hurry out of the castle.

  “Where’s Jasper?”

  You can hear the faint tolling of bells. The alarm has been sounded and the guards will be looking for you. That is, if they’re not all drunk and sluggish from the feast.

  Sybil replies, “If Jasper’s heard the bells he should be headed to our rendezvous point. I prepared a getaway for a worst-case scenario. Which this definitely is.”

  You somehow make it out of the castle without running into any guards or wandering guests. The city streets are quiet, but the Sybil keeps to the shadows nevertheless. After a while she cuts on to the main thoroughfare and leads you to a cart parked there. It’s packed to the top with crates and barrels. Jasper stands beside it.

  “What’s he doing here?” Jasper asks, nodding towards Eli.

  Eli hiccups. “I wasn’t about to be left at the hideout all alone.”

  “What happened?” Jasper asks.

  “Vale’s dead,” Sybil replies. A dark look crosses Jasper’s face. “You can thank Eli for that. I don’t think the king’s going to take kindly to us now.”

  Sybil climbs up to take the reigns of the cart with Jasper. Eli joins you in the back. There is barely room for the two of you among all the supplies and you wonder how long of a journey Sybil has planned for.

  The cart jerks and you tumble back against Eli. You push yourself back to sitting expecting a snarky comment from the elf. But instead he is quiet. The ragged edge of his ear looks brutal in the moonlight, and for a second you think you can see the bruised little core of his heart usually hidden by his attitude.

  “What’s wrong?” You ask him.

  Eli shrugs. “I liked Tyven.”

  That can’t be all that’s bothering him, but you don’t pursue it. He doesn’t seem in a mood to talk.

  He smiles a little to himself and looks at you. “That dress looks good on you.”

  You hit him and he laughs. His breath smells like herb smoke and whisky. He leans in to kiss you.

  Kiss him back.

  Stop him.

  You avoid Vale’s gaze, not wanting to volunteer yourself for his torture.

  “I guess it’s the elf then,” you hear him say.

  Eli is silent as the mage kneels behind him. You look away, unable to watch as Vale assaults him from behind.

  Eli’s protests turn to moans as the crowd watches on. You wonder if Vale will be satisfied torturing the elf, or if your turn is next. You beg the gods for it to be over quick. You plead for someone to save you.

  A woman steps from the crowd and approaches Vale. He doesn’t notice her until she is pressed right up against him. His grip on Eli loosens and the dildo falls to the floor.

  Suddenly hands are on you pulling you up. You smell smoke and hear screams.

  “Let’s go,” the woman says.

  You gather your clothes and help the woman get Eli to his feet. His face is wet with tears and he looks dead to the world. The room is beginning to fill with smoke. You see a curtain on fire and Vale’s lifeless body lying on the floor.

  “What’s going on?” you ask, but the woman doesn’t reply until you are well away from the burning room.

  You help Eli with his tunic and trousers before putting your own dress back on.

  “I’m Sybil,” the woman says. “I fight the Order too. At least I try to, when this one’s not making a mess of things.”

  You thank her for rescuing you.

  “Where’s Jasper?” Eli asks, finally seeming to come to.

  The woman replies, “He’s on his way to the rendezvous point already. We should hurry.”

  “He can’t know about this,” Eli says quietly to Sybil. She nods and tells him not to worry.

  You follow her and Eli out of the castle. You can hear the faint tolling of bells as the alarm is sounded. The king’s guards will be looking for you.

  The city streets themselves are quiet, but the woman keeps to the shadows nevertheless. After a while she cuts on to the main thoroughfare and leads you to a cart parked there. It’s packed to the top with crates and barrels and there’s a young man standing beside it.

  “What’s he doing here?” the man asks. He has dark wavy hair and piercing green eyes.

  You don't know him.

  You have met this man before.

  You avoid Vale’s gaze, not wanting to volunteer yourself for his torture.

  “I guess it’s the elf then,” you hear him say.

  Eli is silent as the mage kneels behind him. You look away, unable to watch as Vale assaults him from behind.

  Eli’s protests turn to moans as the crowd watches on. You wonder if Vale will be satisfied torturing the elf, or if your turn is next. You beg the gods for it to be over quick. You plead for someone to save you.

  Sybil emerges from the crowd and approaches Vale. He doesn’t notice her until she is pressed right up against him. Has she been here the whole time? The mage’s grip on Eli loosens and the dildo falls to the floor.

  Sybil helps you up. You smell smoke and hear screams.

  “Let’s go,” she says.

  You gather your clothes and help her get Eli to his feet. His face is wet with tears and he looks dead to the world. The room is beginning to fill with smoke. You see a curtain on fire and Vale’s lifeless body lying on the floor.

  You run from the room, not stopping until you are far from the chaos. You help Eli with his tunic and trousers before putting your own dress back on. Sybil helps you lace up the back. She doesn’t pull it nearly as tight as she did the first time. She then turns to Eli and gives him a solid smack on the cheek.

  He rubs it furiously, the color returning to his cheeks. For a while there you thought he’d never return to his old self.

  “It’s a good thing you were there,” Eli chokes. “I thought we were dead.”

  “You should have been.” Sybil appears behind you. She looks mildly annoyed, but far too composed for having just left a burning room.

  Eli struggles to talk as the three of you hurry out of the castle.

  “Where’s Jasper?”

  You can hear the faint tolling of bells. The alarm has been sounded and the guards will be looking for you. That is, if they’re not all drunk and sluggish from the feast.

  Sybil replies, “If Jasper’s heard the bells he should be headed to our rendezvous point. I prepared a getaway for a worst-case scenario. Which this definitely is.”

  You somehow make it out of the castle without running into any guards or wandering guests. The city streets are quiet, but the Sybil keeps to the shadows nevertheless. After a while she cuts on to the main thoroughfare and leads you to a cart parked there. It’s packed to the top wit
h crates and barrels. Jasper stands beside it.

  “What’s he doing here?” Jasper asks, nodding towards Eli.

  Eli hiccups. “I wasn’t about to be left at the hideout all alone.”

  “What happened?” Jasper asks.

  “Vale’s dead,” Sybil replies. A dark look crosses Jasper’s face. “You can thank Eli for that. I don’t think the king’s going to take kindly to us now.”

  Sybil climbs up to take the reigns of the cart with Jasper. Eli joins you in the back. There is barely room for the two of you among all the supplies and you wonder how long of a journey Sybil has planned for.

  The cart jerks and you tumble back against Eli. You push yourself back to sitting expecting a snarky comment from the elf. But instead he is quiet. The ragged edge of his ear looks brutal in the moonlight, and for a second you think you can see the bruised little core of his heart usually hidden by his attitude.

  “What’s wrong?” You ask him.

  Eli shrugs. “I liked Tyven.”

  That can’t be all that’s bothering him, but you don’t pursue it. He doesn’t seem in a mood to talk.

  He smiles a little to himself and looks at you. “That dress looks good on you.”

  You hit him and he laughs. His breath smells like herb smoke and whisky. He leans in to kiss you.

  Kiss him back.

  Stop him.

  You tell the mage to go choke on his glass dildo.

  He grabs you by the hair, pulling you painfully upwards. “It looks like we have a volunteer,” he spits.

  Your whole body screams in pain as his magic surges through you. You can feel the cold glass against your backside, forcing you open.