“It’s going to be OK,” I whispered to myself.
He straightened his legs, and dug his rifle into my forehead.
“No matter what, it’s going to be ok,” I croaked with what I was sure is my last breath.
I closed my eyes and heard him slide his leather hand over the trigger.
Inhale, exhale; what a way to die.
“MALA ANKIN!” a voice ripped through the silence.
“MALA ANKIN!” the guard jumped back, throwing his gun to the ground and raised his hands in fear.
“MALA ANKIN!”
The guard dropped to his knees and raised his arms above his head. He was immediately surrounded by 5 other guards who pushed him to the ground, their boot heels placed on top of his spine. Through his thin leather I could see him trembling in fear and his paused breath. I catch a glimpse of his eyes and saw that they were a cold stale grey like the sky, and wild like a scared horse. He stared back at me as I gave him a smirk.
“MALA ANKIN!” The voice bellowed.
All five guards immediately jumped; backs straightened, guns to their sides and still with their heels on my friend. One man pushed through them and they parted like a fog, almost toppling over at his mere presence. With a swift wave of his hand the 5 guards almost scurried away in fear. I laid against the cold stone staring at him, feeling puny myself in his presence. Without a word he walked up to my guard and picked him up by the back of the neck. He lifted him and held him almost three feet off the ground, staring into his eyes. I was suddenly amazed by how large this man seemed to be compared to his counterparts, and was momentarily terrified that I was now going to be left to him. With one swift swoop of his huge arm, he threw the guard almost completely out of sight, followed by a loud thud.
He slowly turned and fixed his gaze on me, his cold grey eyes transfixing and unforgiving beneath his leather mask. He slowly sauntered his way to my feet, his gate deliberate and dominating, until he was standing just at my feet staring down at me. He knelt meeting my gaze and I was overcome with a feeling of absolute terror as he tightly grasped my arm and pulled me to my feet like I was light as air. His hands were massive around my naked, dirty arm, the leather of his glove cold and stiff. Coming to my feet I began to feel lightheaded and felt my knees begin to give from beneath me. He quickened and steadied me with both of his hands as I began to kneel to the ground. I felt the world that I now know begin to shutter around me like a strobe-light show, I suddenly felt myself become lightless, then all was dark.
I could vaguely feel the cold touch of his hands below my buttocks, the frigid jolt of his uniform across my chest. I barely open my eyes when I realize I was being carried by this man towards one of the castles, his feet almost moving in a haste. I exhaled deeply knowing that whatever was to come next was my only fate. I closed my eyes and let him carry me helpless, naked, and nearly dead through the castle walls and into my new life.
Chapter 3
I dreamt we were on the plane, Eva and I. Then we were on the beach, but the sand was moving beneath us as we tried to run against it, like swimmers against a rip-tide. We ran and ran, but kept drifting further and further apart. I tried to scream for her, but my lungs seem frozen. I tried to run to her, but the sand was too fast. I reached out my arms, but she was too far away. I screamed in terror as I ran in place, watching her fade into the sunset.
I awoke with a gasp, jolting upright and became instantly light headed. A sharp pain stabbed through my head like an icepick and I immediately laid back down. I felt a throbbing sensation moving through my brain like a bad hangover, and curled up on my side in agony. I shoved my face into the pillow and almost screamed in pain until I remember where I was. I opened my eyes and stilly scanned my surrounding. I was surrounded by stone walls, a heavy wooden door, and violent neon purple lights hanging flashing on and off overhead. I felt the back of my skull and lifted my hand to find dried blood and mud underneath my unpainted nails.
“Motherfuckers…” I muttered as the pain radiates through my cranium.
The flickering of the lights gave me an almost instant migraine. Through the heavy wooden door, I suddenly heard the jovial sound of foreign laughter, and I raced underneath the heavy covers, trying to hide my still naked and dirty body from whatever creatures existed beyond my door. I closed my eyes and tried to make out what it was they were saying, but the language they spoke sounded ancient, almost Aramaic or Latin. They laughed in a free and jovial manner which almost put me at ease for a second.
The sounds of heavy boots outside my door and made me peek from under my covers in curiosity. But when I saw a set of giant feet from beneath the bottom of the door, I recoiled in terror as I held my hand against my mouth to keep from letting out an audible whimper. I shoved my face back into the pillow as I heard the heavy wooden door creak open. The footsteps stomped over the stone floor with purpose; I knew that walk, it was him – my guard.
“Una loste mias,” He whispered, as I felt the blankets get pulled over me, almost like I was being tucked in.
All I wanted to do was open my eyes and see what he looked like, but I didn’t dare steal a glance. I felt his massive hands caress the curves of my body over the blanket, slow and deliberate, like his walk.
“Una loste mias,” He whispered yet again, and I felt his hand gently caress my hair.
I felt his heavy boots move across my room and exit through the door when it finally felt like I could breathe again. My chest heaved up and down and my heart palpitated in fear. Where am I? Who were they? What happened? All of these questions raced through my pained mind until I found myself drifting off to sleep in agony. I heard more jovial laughter through the door and briefly contemplate trying to run out of the room all together.
Eva.
I pulled my knees to my chest and begin to whimper silently at the loss of my best friend. I see her moving across the sand inside of my mind, so close, but moving forever further away.
I love you Eva.
Chapter 4
“IZZY, IZZY!!!!,” I screamed through the madness of the crowd.
“IZZY!!,” I wailed, my throat dry and hoarse against the foreign, cold, air.
I saw her getting dragged off by the thick locks of her hair. My heart dropped into the pit of my stomach as I am overcome with a feeling of dread. The tears streamed down my face effortlessly as I suddenly feel my feet lifted off the ground and the feeling of cold, sleek, leather engulfed my arms. I looked up and saw the two of these nameless, masked “things” seem to pick me up off my feet without effort.
“NO, NO, PLEASE, NO!” I pleaded, fighting back against them, their grip so tight it felt as if they were going to shatter my arm like glass.
I felt the tips of my toes glaze through the mud as I am dragged from the crowd by the guards. The shrieks of the crowd growing quieter in the distance with their every massive step. The stomped off up a hill and dragged me beyond a small patch of trees. I was almost certain this is where I was to meet my fate. I looked up and saw that the crowd had become just so distant that I could barely make out who was running where. They were being herded like cattle into lines by the leather-clad guards, their naked bodies shaking and terrified under the cold, grey sky of this new land.
“Noooo,” I muttered in a muffled, belated cry.
The crowd of naked passengers grew smaller, and smaller into the distance and then disappeared beyond the trees and brush. I felt my eye lids begin to flutter and roll back into my skull in shock. The entire world around me began to spin, my mind became overwhelmed with panic. I felt my throat begin to try to let out another shriek, but was stopped by the adrenalin coursing through my veins. The world began to spin faster and faster, and for a moment everything grew silent. There was a sudden, shattering ring in my ears like a shot gun blast, then a bright flash of white before my eyes, then everything went black.
“Izzy, Izzy, Izzy,” I repeated in my mind, feeling myself become fade.
I suddenly felt a cold smack ag
ainst my face and was raised into consciousness, I snapped back into reality, stars and flickers before my eyes. I came to in a daze, the entire new world spinning around me like a carousel. I eased my eyes open and stared into the bleak, grey sky. I felt the softness of grass beneath my naked, filthy, body and grasped at the earth trying to stable myself from falling. I blinked hard and squinted, trying desperately to work up the strength to lift myself from the ground. I inhaled deeply and took in the thick, foreign, air. My lungs felt as if they were going implode with its heaviness. The air tasted almost sweet, like fermented lilacs; a tender putridness that hung in the air like a fog. The ringing in my ears began to cease and I could barely make out the sound of muffled screams in the distance: this had not all been a bad dream, this was real.
“No,” I muttered in a pathetic, breathless cry into the soft grass.
I felt myself become faint again, and felt darkness closing in on me when I was suddenly lifted to my feet. I felt my legs begin to tremble beneath me and I fell hard to my knees and felt my head drop to my chest. I opened my eyes as I felt the touch of cold leather against the skin of my pale face, the guard took my face in his hands, his fingers wrapping around my chin. A cold shudder went through my body as I lifted my head and met his gaze.
His eyes were an icy grey, as if they were painted to match the dim sky above him. I was knelt before him and felt minuscule in his presence, my quivering head coming up to only his waist. He slowly brought up his massive and hands and aligned them with my head, taking a moments pause before moving them to my face. Holding my head up he examined my every feature with great thought, and with a nod of his head motioned for the other guard to come towards us. He rushed over, rifle in his hands and looked into my eyes for what seemed to be a century.
“Alamun anamin?” The guard with his hands on my face snapped to the other in a questioning tone, a language I’ve never heard before.
“Anamin,” The other guard nodded beneath his leather mask, nodding almost in agreement with his seemingly superior.
They nodded at each other, with what seemed to be an approving grin. He loosened his grip from my jaw and pointed a long finger at me and then the ground.
“ASTAS!” He shouted as I tried to look up at him, afraid to make eye contact. He shoved my shoulder with his rifle and I let my eyes followed his pointed finger to the ground.
I felt my knees digging deeper into the grass, almost trying to disappear into myself in fear. I vaguely hear the guards muttering to one another as the ringing in my ears returned. A rush of panic shot through my body and I tried to balance myself without removing my shaking hands from the back of my skull. I could feel my hair clumped with mud and cold against my bare neck. I breathed in and out, trying to balance myself on the cold grass, my body heavy, and waiting nothing more than to pass out.
“Please don’t kill me,” I thought silently to myself.
“Please just let me get back to Izzy.”
The two guards shuffled off a few feet away from me and began to talk in the beautiful language. Their voices inflected with bellows and questions, their every body movement was accentuated by their leather-clad skin, their bodies were muscular and lean, unlike any man I had ever seen. They looked over at me, naked and helpless, seeming to motion with their eyes and grinning at one another in approval. They moved their cold eyes over my body and pointed at my parts with their rifles, asking question I did not understand in their language.
“Dear god, what are they thinking?” I muttered as softly as I could, a sharp chill seizing through my body with terror.
They pointed at me with the tips of their rifles, motioning at all of my bare parts, almost seeming like they were examining me and exchanging notes. My skin quivered in the heavy, cold air as I watch their every move and prayed that one of them doesn’t take a sudden shot at me. With a swift motion of his leather hand, the guard motioned his partner away - who raised his hand in an obedient salute, running off into the woods towards the distant wailing crowd and disappearing into the distance.
Chapter 5
The guard watched him run off into the distance and then slowly turned his long body to fix his gaze onto my shaking, naked body. My hands still rested on the back of my skull, but this time I dared to lift my eyes to his, and felt his gaze flash over my body with heat. He slowly sauntered up to me, his black leather boots heavy in the mud, flecks of it splashing onto my face. He stopped when was an inch from my face, my eyes only meeting his thighs. I gazed up to him, and was completely taken away with a gasp at his sheer, towering, massiveness. He slowly lifted his hands to my face, swiping away my hair, and looked deep into my eyes. His fingers slowly ran across my face, wiping away the bits of mud from my skin. His eyes were deep with contemplation, looking at me almost like I was a complicated math problem that needed solving and he was searching for the answer across my body. He slowly moved his cold hands down my neck, only his fingertips grazing my trembling skin. I felt my body quiver with bizarre anticipation as his touch moved from my neck to shoulders. His hands gave a pause and he glanced into my eyes, almost seeking for approval.
I lifted my head back and reared my chest toward him, my breath making my breasts bounce. He reached down and cupped both of my bare breasts in his hands and squeezed hard enough to make me whimper. He began to breath heavily, squeezing harder with his every inhale, I should have been terrified of him, but I was not. I felt my body begin to go numb with pleasure as I squirmed under his heavy hands that grasped tightly on my hard breasts. Between his thumb and finger he takes both of my nipples and pinches down on them, almost too hard. Hard enough that I cried and felt my body jump.
“Oh my god!” I cried, nearly falling over into the cold grass.
I saw him almost grin beneath his leather mask, his smile was crooked and deviant, his eyes were rushing and sparkling with curiosity, looking almost wolf-like. My eyes made it away from his face and I stared eye-level at his groin. I could see him throbbing beneath his tight, leather uniform. I can make out every shape and curve of his cock, laying against his thigh, his veins were pulsating under his cloths, his massiveness growing bigger and throbbing under his skin tight garb.
“Oh my god,” I cried again in shock as I stare at his pulsating groin, and felt myself almost squirm in eagerness, my body growing hot.
I took my hands slowly from my head and placed them on his hips. His body was firm and massive under my fingers, and I slowly grasped at him and pulled him closer, almost touching my face to his waist. He slowly moved his hands back to my head, feeling my muddy filthy, then smoothed them over my shoulders, down my arms and onto my hands. He took my hands from his waist and moved it towards his cock. I gently followed his hand and placed it on his throbbing, massive, member. I ran my hands up and down it, feeling it grow bigger and stronger, his pants grow tighter underneath my touch. His thin, leather uniform allowed to feel his every curve and shape, I felt his pulsation under my fingers and I feel my mouth begin to water for his taste.
I licked my lips and glanced up at him. I felt his hands move their way over my neck and graze over my face. He brought them to the back of my head, engulfing my skull as he pulls me even closer to him. I laid my head against his tight leather and looked into his eyes as I gently licked, tracing the outline of his cock under his uniform, the leather sweet on my wet tongue. I stared into his eyes and felt him twitch and quiver under my tongue. He nearly gasped as he grabbed on to the back of my head, grasping at my hair and motioning my head along his cock. I leaned in under his tight hold and sucked on his massive throbbing tip, feeling him grow harder and his pulse grow quicker under my lips. I felt myself growing wetter and wetter, my juices begin to drip down my thighs and my clit throbbed. I should be terrified, but I was not. All I felt was his heaviness underneath my hands and the sweet taste of his uniform on my tongue and his significant mass against my lips. My heart raced as I gave out a whimper of pleasure. I move my eyes up to him and stare at him pleadingly. I fe
lt him grasp at the back of my hair, taking a fist full of my filthy blond locks and he throws me to the ground.
“OW!” I cried as my face meets the cold mud with a hard splat.
I felt him shuffling through the grass and into the mud. I lifted my head and my eyes met with his massive boot heel. With one swift motion, he shoved me with the butt of his rifle onto my back. I eased myself onto my elbows, my arms sinking into the shallow mud. I laid there bare and helpless under the grey sky. He walked up and stood between my legs, moving his eyes up and down over my body.
I breathed heavily, my legs parting further and further, wishing him in. He lifted his arm and tossed his rifle into the wet dirt, it landed next to me, giving me a sudden jolt. He dropped to his knees between my legs and grabbed them, forcing them open. I felt my pussy quiver and my heart pulsate, anticipating his every action. He starred down at my mound, almost transfixed by what he was seeing, and moved his hand from my knee to grab his crotch. His bulge still throbbing and waiting to pounce out from beneath his leather. My legs quivered with the touch of his hands. He looked deep into my eyes, his gaze cold and penetrating. He leaned in overtop of mine, his body huge compared to me, and rubbed hard against his pounding bulge. He slid his leather clad hand further up my leg and eased his fingers onto my pussy, just parting my wet lips.
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