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In the Land of Arborea	By : Sweetsong22 Category: +S through Z > Tera Online Views: 6239 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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          Samael: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gS_mPApfaKk
          Laeyla: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=usUSLYy8SJg
          Reginaldd: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SzgrjNOePNc
          Sarlena: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xWlMlxI32H4
          Lycineus: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z_HF3V0x7rc
          Jafton: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h1iexG40ALs
          Rosalinda: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=raTgV6DCdLc
Chapter 3
          Tristtan's right eye was on it's way to swelling, therefore it didn't open as wide as the left one at Ulrikk's last comment. He heard when one of the men nearest him spat into their palm and knew what was soon to come. If only he hadn't allowed himself to be captured he wouldn't be in this situation. He didn't blame Luceus for this at all. Ulrikk's grudge against the Castanic may be what was prompting all this, but Ulrikk's thugs would not have been able to get their hands on him if Tristtan hadn't been foolish enough to leave the fort alone. He only hoped that whatever became of him, Luceus would not suffer as a result. He felt his legs being spread roughly as large thighs settled between them. When he saw Grannger come into his line of sight, he new he was about to be fucked by Bartram who's cock was at least half a head larger than Grannger's. It would seem they were going right for the jugular, knowing that an Amani's cock would do the most damage to him on the inset. Although judging from the size of Grannger's cock he would have also torn him anyways, but his would have at least partially prepared Tristtan for Bartram's thick, cylindrical monster.
          The tight grip on his hair had become almost familiar now as Grannger lined up his cock with Tristtan's mouth. He knew that sucking this man's dick would be difficult even under normal circumstances. However, Tristtan had just suffered a severe beating and even now could feel the patch of raw torn flesh within the inner cheek of his mouth. If Grannger stuffed his member inside, it was going to hurt like hell.
          "Open wide," Grannger's ever present sneer persisted even as he chuckled in anticipation. As he was about to shove forward, the boy suddenly yanked his head from Grannger's grasp leaving a few blond tendrils in his wake as an ear splitting scream escaped the High Elf's lips. Grannger glanced up to see the cause and noticed that Bartram had managed to shove his dick up to hilt within the boy's wide spread ass. He noted that Tristtan was clawing at the dirt floor shakingly as his body trembled in utter agony.
          "I believe we have a winner," Ulrikk stated calmly. He had a better view of Bartram's abuse of Tristtan's ass from his perch on the dais. "Unless you think you can top that, Grannger."
          Grannger strode around to Bartram's side to observe the Amani's handiwork. Brilliant, crimson blood streamed down Tristtan's pale thighs in rivulets.   Bartram's grip on the boy's waist left bruises in the shapes of crescent moons due to his clawed fingers. He had paused after the initial penetration perhaps to give Tristtan an opportunity to adjust to the giant sized cock now stuffing his fair cheeks.
          "I Yield to Bartram, although my sword will draw blood just the same. But perhaps from a different angle." Grannger returned to Tristtan's front once again lifting the High Elf's head by way of his silky, yellow-blond hair. He witnessed the slight sheen of unshed tears within the boy's left eye which was certainly the only eye he could see through. The right one was covered in a nasty red bruise that had been curtsey of Grannger's fist and he was certain it would turn black by morning. In fact Tristtan's entire body would be black and blue if he didn't receive treatment. That of course would be solely up to Ulrikk. And Grannger suspected he would not have the boy healed until the General was ready to go at him himself.
          Hooking a finger into the corner of Tristtan's lips, Grannger stretched his mouth open. He used the opportunity of the extra space to shove his cock forward. Instead of releasing the boy's mouth he began to stretch it wider with his fingers as his cock also did the same. He heard a pitiful gurgle come from below and knew the High Elf had perhaps quite literally reached his stretching point. Grannger pulled out suddenly and noted the blood that now stained his powerful member, none of it was his. He turned to Ulrikk with a triumphant grin on his face. "Not from between his thighs, but just as worthy I'd say." He noticed when Ulrikk nodded at him with a pleased expression.
          "If you know what's best for you, you'll keep your cock out of his mouth until I'm finished," Bartram spoke in his deep booming voice. "He may bite down unexpectedly."
          "Then perhaps I should knock every tooth out of his mouth and re-arrange what's left of his lovely face instead," Grannger suggested as if he'd been discussing weather calculations.
          Bartram grinned before replying with a simple, "Later." He then leaned over the much smaller male beneath him and placed his hands on the floor for purchase. Then he began to move, he'd withdraw almost completely until only the tip of his cock was still buried within Tristtan's tight ass, before once again plunging inward. He repeated the process several times over and reveled in the painful responses of the High Elf. He had quite literally shredded the walls of the boy's ass with his monstrous tool of torture. With Tristtan's fair skin spread before him, he found he could not pass up the opportunity to sink his teeth into that smooth pale skin located at the nape of his neck. He left an outline of tooth marks, some of which had managed to break the skin. He was fairly certain that the archer barely felt it, not with the pain Bartram was bringing between his thighs.
          Tristtan felt as if his guts were being shredded as Bartram's cock reached further inside him than any cock had ever been before. He could almost forget about the rest of his body's injuries when all he could currently feel was the massive defilement of his ass by this Amani's beast of a dick. If he was not healed, he was almost certain that his body had been damaged so severely that he'd never be able to have normal bowel movements again. His thoughts fled to Luceus which was his only escape from this agonizing rape at the hands of his vicious captors. The Castanic General had never hurt him like this, although he was quite large himself and if Luceus had so desired it, could have torn him horribly on several occasions. Tristtan had never once regretted sleeping with him, and the passion they shared made up for any uncertain feelings as to their future. All Tristtan had wanted was to be treated like a respected equal; to be a part of the Valkyon army, to use his skills for the greater good and to work at Luceus' side. But because he couldn't have that, he'd rebelled and look at where it'd landed him.
          Tristtan was barely aware of the cacophony of animalistic grunts that came from above him as Bartram apparently neared his release. He felt slight discomfort on his shoulders and idly realized the man was clawing at him. But all other pain paled in comparison to this animalistic rape of untold proportions. If his parents could see him now, he suspected his father would still be condescending despite his injuries. But his mother would be genuinely concerned, and she would take care of him and offer him his favorite treats. Yes, his mother could always be counted on to treat him like he was still ten years old. But given his current situation, Tristtan would not have minded that one bit.
          Bartram barely noticed the bloody mess that stained Tristtan's pale legs and thighs as he felt his release build from his large ball sac before pouring into the quivering flesh surrounding his hard cock. Once he pulled out, he realized his support was the only thing keeping the boy on his knees.
          Grannger whistled as he gazed at the naked, bruised and bloody youth laying face down on the dirt floor. "You made quite a mess of him didn't you?" He then glanced at Ulrikk. "Should we have him healed before the next session?"
          Ulrikk shook his head. "No, we'll wait. He'll be in the most agony right now -- he should be allowed to savor that. By tomorrow morning, he should be ready for the pit."
          Grannger nodded his understanding, but it was not lost on him what was to be the end result of this plan. "When do you expect our guest?" They knew Luceus would come for him, as it was only a matter of when.
          "Not for several more days," Ulrikk replied. He was aware that he would be Luceus' prime suspect in this matter, but the Castanic had no knowledge of this secret camp. Plus, Ulrikk had something planned that would delay Luceus' finding them in any orderly manner. But when Luceus did finally arrive, he would take pleasure in murdering the boy right before his eyes. Emotion, whatever the case, rage, fear, love always played a factor in battle. And Ulrikk would then be given the opportunity to slay Luceus and call it self defense. Every dog had their day, and Ulrikk was convinced that Luceus' was over.
OOO
Luceus was absolutely livid when his fleet was diverted to Velika, the human city of Arborea which was also the capital of the Valkyon Federation. Someone had gotten word of his rescue mission and Garrison Commander Samael had ordered him to report in immediately. As Luceus headed towards the headquarters with both Brie and Traviis on either side of him, he got a feeling that somehow Ulrikk was pulling the strings here and it didn't bode well. Whether or not Samael was working with the shady Amani General or if he was merely manipulating him would remain to be seen.
          "What's this I hear about you taking a regiment of troops to rescue one soldier and employing the use of a fleet of expensive Pegasus's no less?! " Samael laid into Luceus the second he entered the command planning room. He knew this particular General could be a loose cannon, it seemed to be the nature of most Castanics. But like most Generals, they all brought loyal armies to the table and were an integral part of the Federations' functioning.
          "We were provoked, and I personally intend to get to the bottom of it." Luceus regarded his superior calmly.
          "Provoked? And here I thought you were going to lecture me on the 'no man left behind' spiel," Samael stated dryly.
          "Corporal Tristtan was not left behind, he was plucked from within our borders," Brie spoke up. She would not let Luceus stand up this stony faced co-leader of the Federation alone.
          "You think someone was trying to start a war by abducting a single soldier?" Samael scoffed. "That is the most preposterous thing I've ever heard. Soldiers get captured every day, soldiers die ever day. I don't see why this Corporal is any different."
          "I have reason to believe that he's not dead, at least not yet. And it's possible that this whole scenario will lead us to a traitorous militant within the Federation," Luceus stated.
          "Now you go too far as to make accusations of treason. Who are you calling out?" Samael demanded.
          "Until I have further proof, I shall refrain from stating a name. And if we've finished here, with all due respect sir we'd like to be on our way." Luceus could feel the weight of the clock like a battering ram. The longer Tristtan remained in the hands of his captors, the worst it would be for the High Elf.
          "That is a negative, you are to remain here."
          Luceus managed to keep his cool despite this disconcerting turn of events. "For what reason?"
          "For the very reason we detained you in the first place. I was contacted by the High Elven council only hours ago. They are sending a two person delegate here to question you. They will arrive from Allemantheia in the morning."
          "Sir, I --"
          "You will not argue with me on this Magelus, it's already been decided. Plus this is out of my hands now. The delegation will deal with you. Your entire squad remains here," Samael stated with much finality.
          "Sir, if General Magelus is the one who must be questioned then why must we remain?" Brie began. It seemed Samael was determined to keep Luceus here no matter what, but she knew time was of the essence and they couldn't afford to delay their arrival at Kaiator.
          "If the delegates has questions for either of this team, then the last thing we need is to delay in tracking them down, therefore you all remain here. Is that quite understood?" Samael flicked his gaze back to Luceus as if daring him to defy him. Once the Castanic male finally nodded his head, he was grateful their confrontation had passed without bloodshed. He wouldn't have put it past the bastard to call him out in a duel. "Good, you are dismissed."
OOO
          Later that night at dinner, Brie noticed right away when Luceus had gone missing. She quickly extricated herself from the dinner table at the dorm her squad had been assigned and went in search of him. She suspected that he may have simply needed some time alone to wrap his head around the entire situation they now found themselves in. But another part of her feared he'd do something rash. When she found him in the Pegasus stable saddling up one of the winged beasts, she realized she'd been partially right.
          "Luceus, what are you doing?" Brie only used his first name when they were alone. Although they were both respected officers within the Federation, they were also very close friends.
          "Brie, I know you don't owe me any favors but I'll ask you to tell no one of this until after I'm gone." Luceus paused his preparation of the horse before turning to gaze at his Commander imploringly.
          "No, I refuse -- because you aren't going anywhere." Brie planted her legs wide in her familiar manner before crossing her arms over her chest, she gazed at her superior matter-of-factly.
          A scowl soon marred Luceus' handsome features. "You're out of line, Commander."
          "No, you're out of line! What do you think is going to happen to us if you go off half-cocked? Yes, Tristtan needs you, but so do we. And if we don't do this by the book, then nobody wins." Brie didn't want to have to bring this up but if Luceus was replaced at Herald fort due to his insubordination, then everyone he once commanded would suffer as a result. They would be assigned a new General, and there was no guarantee that he would work as well with the soldiers there as Luceus had.
          "You don't understand." Luceus lowered his gaze as he prepared to reveal to Brie something he had never told anyone before. "The sole reason I'd allowed Tristtan's application to go through, was because I'd always intended to have him warming my bed. He was already a corporal and I couldn't change that. Thus, this was the only way to have him." Luceus returned his gaze to Brie expecting to see disappointment in her lovely eyes. Instead, he saw only concern.
          "You really care about him don't you?" Brie's realization had come when she'd found Luceus about to risk a court martial within this stable.
          "Don't you get it? I'm the sole reason he's in this situation in the first place. If I hadn't interfered in his application process he may have been denied his appointment at the fort, and then he would not have made it onto Ulrikk's radar." Luceus swallowed visibly before lowering his gaze, as the weight of his guilt lay atop him like a two ton brick. "It's as if I haven't learned my lesson when it comes to High Elf males by now."
          Brie could hear the dark turn Luceus' tone had taken. It seemed the General was now entering murky waters best left undisturbed. "Listen I don't care how Tristtan was accepted at Herald, that's not the point of this. What I do know, is that the last thing Tristtan would want is for you to lose your position over him. He's had your ear for months, and has he ever asked you for anything? No. Because this time, you've actually set your sights on a good person, someone who won't want you throwing your life away for him." Brie had been surprised to realize the depth Luceus' feelings for Tristtan and wondered if the General had simply shown some of that to him then perhaps he wouldn't have ran away and landed himself in an even bigger mess. Brie sighed realizing there was no point in dwelling on 'what if's' at this point. "Listen, maybe Traviis or I can sneak out and head to Kaiator on our own."
          Luceus shook his head, "You two are the most prominent ones on this team besides myself. If you were missing it would surely be noticed. No, you are right. We'll have to wait until tomorrow and hopefully these delegates can be dealt with in a hurry."
          Brie was grateful that at some point she'd managed to convince him that this was a bad idea. Or perhaps it was her offer to go in his stead that made him realize it. "Come on, let's get back to the banquet before we're missed." She managed a half smile when he moved towards her. "You know as much as I'd love to say, 'don't worry, everything's going to be okay', there truly is no way to know. But one thing's for certain, we can't give up hope."
          Luceus nodded, grateful that he had friends like Brie to steer him on the right path when he needed it. "Then perhaps hope is all we need."
OOO
Dawn finally broke over the treetops within the Amani camp, the morning found Tristtan naked and bleeding, tied to a wooden stake within the center of the camp. In fact, the ropes were the only thing keeping him upright. He didn't remember being bound there for he was certain he must have left Ulrikk's tent unconscious. After Bartram had finished with him, Grannger took his turn.   He didn't recall Ulrikk touching him at all and knew that the man was simply biding his time.
          Tristtan did not think there was a part of his body that was free of pain. Although some discomforts dulled the feeling of others. For the longest while the previous night, he believed he'd never see sunrise again.   He assumed they'd left him alone after he lost consciousness, although there was no way to tell if he had suffered further indignities. But clearly, not much else was required to make him feel any worse than he already did. He had not received any healing, food or drink , not even the opportunity to relieve himself. He'd urinated where he stood at some point during the night and the yellow liquid had been allowed to mingle with the blood staining his body. He was entrenched in stench and filth and his mind was not far off.
          Tristtan had never wanted to die more in his life, especially knowing that daybreak would perhaps only bring more of the same. He had no doubts that the end result of this affair would end with him losing his life. However, it seemed Ulrikk and his followers had every intention of sucking that life from him slowly. He couldn't open his right eye, it had quite literally swollen shut as he saw a constant glow of red and white spots beneath the closed lid. His remaining good eye noted that the camp had yet to awaken, but he knew it would only be a matter of time before they came looking for him to begin the days' tortures.
          Within the next hour the signs of life began. He saw several Amani's emerge from tents and head into the woods, no doubt to relieve themselves. However, the first person to approach him was the Baraka mystic he had spied briefly in Ulrikk's tent the day before. He noticed the short staff in the man's hands and new immediately that he was to be healed. Although it did not grant him any comfort considering the only reason they were healing him was simply that he would survive long enough to be subjugated to continuous torture.
          "The Baraka's I know are a peace loving race." Tristtan's words were slow, not because he didn't feel the urgency of time, but mostly due to the fact that it hurt to talk. His throat was parched dry and his bleeding, cracked lips pained even worse as they stretched in speech. "Why would you serve, Ulrikk?"
          "Do not speak," The Baraka stated before raising his staff toward the boy, it began to glow blue as a healing aura soon encompassed the High Elf.
          "You have to know that you will not be spared. When Luceus comes for me, everyone that was a part of this will face the consequences." Tristtan didn't know if his words were true or not. Even if Luceus managed to save him, unless there was damning proof of Ulrikk and his men's activities, no charges could be brought against him because it would be a Corporal's word vs. a General's. The odds of him winning a case like that were astronomical. All they needed to do to achieve plausible deniability after breaking his body was simply put him back together again, like the Baraka mystic was doing this very second. When the constant throb between his badly damaged ass cheeks faded away, Tristan breathed a literal sigh of relief. He wasn't certain why, for he expected the ache to return later that day when he was taken by Ulrikk. He doubted the Amani General would wait much longer to sample Tristtan. And if the monster cock size of his subordinate was any indication, Ulrikk would have a dick that rivaled Bartram's. Just the simple thought of the Amani's cock that had done so much damage to him initially left him with a queasy feeling.
          "You know what they will do with me, how can you live with yourself as a result?" Tristtan felt his right eye heal just enough to allow him to open it. He could now see the Baraka clearly but noted that the man seemed to be ignoring him while he performed his duty. Please, help me! The urgent words were on the tip of his tongue but he bit them back. Nothing he said would sway this man. If he was to escape from this hellhole, he would get no help from Ulrikk's people. He managed to hold back his tears as the severe aches and pains he'd suffered through the previous night slowly dissipated. Just the mere thought of those injuries being inflicted upon him once again was almost enough to bring down the flood gates. Perhaps Luceus had been right and maybe he was not cut out to be a soldier if his will was being broken so easily. He supposed it was a good thing they weren't after him for information, for at this rate, he most certainly would crack.
          Finally, he felt as he did the previous morning. Even the lump on his head that he'd received during his capture was now gone. There was just one more thing, healing did not equal cleaning and his body was still a mess. His hair felt damp and greasy against his skin, and he could still see the combination of blood, semen and urine stains upon his thighs and torso. However, apparently the Baraka's job was done and he immediately turned and walked away. Less than ten minutes later, Grannger arrived with the ever present smirk on his grizzled face.
          "I trust you slept well." Grannger grinned at him before using a dagger to cut the ropes. "You're in for one hell of a morning."
          Tristtan said nothing in the face of the man's taunts. If his injuries had not rendered him unconscious, he would not have slept at all. Even if the agonizing pain wasn't enough to keep him awake, fear of what was to become of him certainly would have. Within moments he was escorted back into Ulrikk's tent, where several of the men from the previous day were present including Ulrikk who seemed to devour his nude body with this glowing red eyes. Soon, the female Amani entered behind them carrying a bucket of water which she placed in the center of the tent before vacating the area, apparently already having done her duty.
          A sinking feeling overtook Tristtan as he stared at the clean water within the bucket. Therefore, he was not surprised when Grannger shoved him towards it. He stood there for several seconds and did not move, with his eyes trained on the floor just beyond the bucket.
          "Must we spell it out to you or do you wish to remain filthy? I've always assumed that High Elves at least took pride in their grooming," Ulrikk boomed. When the boy still made no move towards the bucket, he continued. "If you do not wish to comply, I'm certain Grannger and Bartram would have no issues assisting you." He took pleasure in witnessing the brief look of fear that entered Tristtan's lovely blue eyes and noted when he immediately moved towards the bucket and retrieved a bar of soap from within along with a thick sponge.
          Tristtan almost balked at the fact that he was expected to bathe himself as Ulrikk and his lusty men looked on. He took a deep breath before lathering up the sponge then he began to make sweeping strokes across his skin, swiping at the dirt and grime gathered there. Once his body was layered in soap suds, he quickly rinsed the sponge and used it to clean the suds away. The primary reason he'd gotten this far was by ignoring the fact that he was naked in a room full of horny men that would like nothing better than to rape him for days on end. He didn't look any of them in the eye and simply concentrated on getting clean.
          After shampooing his hair, he realized he'd have to dip his head in the bucket in order to rinse and the thought suddenly stopped him cold. He knew that just about everything he'd done thus far, they had most certainly found arousing, but to bend over in such a fashion would leave him vulnerable and he wasn't certain that someone would use that opportunity against him.
          "Stand by the bucket, and turn facing the tent entrance."
          At the sound of Ulrikk's orders he felt his heart sink. It seemed the perverted General had realized his predicament and had no qualms in using that to his advantage. Tristtan slowly obeyed and faced toward the tent. He could see the men gathered out of the corner of his eyes and hear the hooting cat calls as what was to come.
          "Now, place your head in the bucket and rinse," Ulrikk ordered.
          Tristtan managed to control his breathing as he once again obeyed. He'd barely dipped his hair into the water and instead used his hands to scoop handfuls of the liquid onto the now shiny yellow tresses.
          "Place your entire head in the water, now!"
          Tristtan paused long enough to wipe the water from his eyes before using his shoulders pressed against the sides of the bucket for support, he did as he was told. He held his breath for several seconds as his entire head lay submerged beneath the water. He could hear the elevated raucous laughter diluted through the water but could only imagine what the mean were witnessing. His now healed ass was sticking up in the air for all to see. The humiliation weighed on him so heavily, that he feared the memories of this moment would haunt him for years to come.
          When Tristtan finally raised his head and turned around, he recognized the glow of blatant lust with Ulrikk's reddish gaze. The General then stood and exited through a flap in the tent that led to a separate area. Tristtan was tossed a towel which he managed to catch and immediately began to dry himself. He had just finished patting his hair dry when Grannger spoke.
          "He's waiting for you." The human male indicated the flap Ulrikk had just exited through.
          Tristtan managed not to gulp visibly. Instead, he retrieved the soap and lathered two of his fingers. He then took those fingers and placed them in his ass.
          "That's a good boy," Grannger commented before releasing a loud guffaw.
          Tristtan felt his cheeks burning as he finished preparing himself but managed to retain his tears. He wanted to curl up in a ball and sob at the thought of what he was doing. He knew Ulrikk was going to fuck him and wouldn't give a shit if his body was prepared to receive his cock or not. The slickness of the soap would provide less discomfort during penetration, yet Tristtan had no doubt it would not prevent him from still being brutally torn.
          "That's good enough," Grannger stated before yanking Tristtan away from the bucket and shoving him through the flaps.
          Tristtan noticed that this room was much like the other one with compact dirt flooring, except there was also an actual bed instead of the usual cots soldiers slept on after making camp. It's presence could have meant that Ulrikk used this camp quite a bit and wanted to be comfortable. Or perhaps he preferred a real bed during all his fuck sessions. However, Tristtan didn't have much time to ponder it as Ulrikk stood before the bed, wearing only his silver cod piece.
          Ulrikk patted the mattress before speaking. "Probably nothing as fancy as Luceus has over at Herald Fort I suppose, but it will do." He then raked his wanton gaze over the boy's exposed body. "Don't you make a pretty picture." Tristtan's hair was still damp and clung to his slender face in a rather erotic fashion. His pink lips were formed in a slight pout as those lovely thick-lashed blue eyes glared at him balefully. Although the High Elf was slender, he did possess slight muscles in his upper arms and thighs. His creamy white flesh appeared clean and inviting, and Ulrikk began to formulate ideas on ways to toy with the medium sized flaccid penis that hung between the boys legs.
          "Just get it over with," Tristtan stated curtly. He was boiling mad right now, and found that he'd need to hold on to that anger if he was going to survive this trauma.
          "Patience," Ulrikk replied with a grin before taking a seat on the bed. "Perform for me."
          "What?" Tristtan stared at the Amani as if he had two heads.
          "Are you going to lead me to believe that you've never danced for Luceus? Or pleasured yourself before him?"
          "You ask for too much," Tristtan bit out.
          "Really? Are you not aware that I hold your life in my hands? How exactly do you think I'm being unreasonable?"
          "I'm a soldier..." Tristtan immediately stopped short before lowering his gaze. He shouldn't be surprised that Ulrikk took him for a weak whore when Luceus seemed prepared to treat him as such.
          "You're a soldier?" Ulrikk scoffed. "Please, you're barely more than a child playing dress up."
          "Give me a bow and I'll make you eat those words." Tristtan's tone was deadly as his eyes glared at Ulrikk with murder in their depths.
          Ulrikk chuckled. "Did Luceus ever tell you how he got that scar under his eye?"
          Tristtan had noticed the crescent shaped scar beneath Luceus' left eye many times in the past but had never asked the man how he'd come by it or why he'd opted to not have it removed. There were many skilled healers within Valkyon that could remove even the most disfiguring of scars including those that had existed for years. Therefore, there must have been some significance in keeping it.
          When Tristtan did not immediately reply, Ulrikk continued. "One of his previous lovers tried to blind him with a dagger. Do you know why? He wanted to prove his mettle by besting a General."
          This was the first time Tristtan had ever heard of this and couldn't help it as his eyes widened in surprise. He wasn't quite certain what Ulrikk was getting at by telling him this, but the Amani's next words soon made everything clear.
          "His name was Curttis, he's no longer of this world. But Luceus kept a memento of him in the form of that scar. To remind him that even the dregs of Arborea suffer from foolish courage. Luceus may have almost lost an eye, but Curttis lost his head that night. So, have a care young one. For someone such as you can not hope to ever best a General."
          Tristtan's bottom lip trembled but he said nothing as he lowered his gaze. He couldn't believe no one had ever told him about this former lover of Luceus. But then again, why would they? Just about everyone at Herald Fort was loyal to the esteemed General. And if the relationship had ended with his lover's brutal death, well -- that wasn't exactly something one brought up over breakfast.
          "Storytelling time is over. Come!" Ulrikk motioned to Tristtan with one clawed hand.
          Tristtan felt rooted in place, as the last thing he wanted was to get anywhere close to Ulrikk. Not after the man had basically threatened to take a page out of Luceus' book and murder him should he get any ideas in his head. It's not as if Ulrikk wasn't planning to murder him anyways, but it seemed he wasn't opposed to speeding up the deadline should Tristtan get on his nerves. He supposed he should be grateful the Amani wasn't insisting that he perform for him, but Tristtan had a hard time finding anything good about this entire situation.
          Suddenly, Ulrikk was on his feet and moving towards Tristtan at breakneck speed. A gasp escaped his lips before his arm was encompassed by a huge palm and yanked forward. Tristtan instinctively struggled against him when he felt himself being pressed up against the large bulk of the Amani's body. His struggles ceased almost instantly when Ulrikk pinned him in place with the use of both hands before lining up their foreheads, he reared backward before letting loose. The ridges of his horn made solid impact with the boy's pale forehead.
          It worked every time.
          Tristtan was left so dazed by the head-butt that when Ulrikk released him -- he quickly flopped onto the bed unmoving. His eyes were still wide open as a trickle of blood from his damaged forehead threatened to slip into the beautiful orbs. He barely felt when the bed dipped to accommodate Ulrikk's weight but knew that the man was straddling his body. A part of him that still functioned kept repeating a set of words over and over again.
          It will all be over soon.
          Tristtan was brutally pulled from the almost catatonic daze he had slipped into when what felt like a battering ram was shoved into him. A sharp gasp escaped his lips as he blinked repeatedly. The blurry image of Ulrikk soon came into focus. His reddish brown skin and glowing crimson eyes left him inundated. The sting of tears assaulted his eyes as the General began to fuck him without remorse. His hands balled into fists but remained at his sides as he fought to hear that inner voice once more.
          It will all be over soon.
          Grannger stood by the entrance flap using the opportunity to peek through the folds to witness Ulrikk's taking of the High Elf boy. A grin curved his lips as he enjoyed the view. Over the next ten minutes he'd witnessed Ulrikk change positions several times. First he fucked Tristtan on his back before flipping him on his stomach, then he leaned the boy on his side and pummeled his ass at an angle. Currently, he was holding both Tristtan's legs apart in a vertical position as he plowed into him. But it was the boy's anguished cries throughout the entire fuck session that left Grannger with a raging hard-on. He hoped the General would be in the sharing mood once he was finished, for Grannger was not the only one on the opposite side of the tent that were turned on by the sounds of violent sex. He knew what was planned for Tristtan later that morning and also knew the High Elf would be in no shape for any kind of sex very soon. Ulrikk would control to what extent Tristtan was healed through Jafton, their Baraka mystic. And Grannger knew that before the morning was over, Tristtan would wish he were dead.
OOO
          "Let's go over again what we know of this General Magelus." Laeyla Stanhope sat upon a gilded chair located on the spacious balcony of the suite she had been assigned with her husband upon their arrival in Velika that morning. She sat from across her assistant, a cheerful Elin by the name of Sarlena. As was the case with most Elin's, they were short in stature with animal-like ears and fluffy tails. Sarlena, however was fond of fashioning her platinum blond hair around those ears to create an alternative fashion statement. Laeyla gazed at her now as she bobbed her head repeatedly causing those silver ponytails to flop back and forth while using a feather pen to tap a clipboard.
          "He's been a General within the Valkyon army for over ten years. He runs Herald Fort and has a younger brother, Lycineus Magelus that is stationed on the Argon front. His father, Winstone Magelus was also a General, but was killed in battle eight years ago." A pair of glasses had suddenly appeared and were now perched on the bridge of Sarlena's nose as she read her notes.
          "Winstone Magelus," Laeyla echoed while placing a hand beneath her chin. It seemed no accident that a part of her family's past was now resurfacing.
          "Yes, he did great things for Valkyon," Sarlena bobbed her head once more.
          "Yes, I imagine he did." Laeyla was not allowed to go further into detail when her husband joined them on the balcony.
          Reginaldd Stanhope was intimidating as far as High Elves could muster. Laeyla suspected it was due to the fact that he cultivated the ever present scowl on his face. Twenty-two years ago she had married a handsome, brilliant, young, diplomat full of life who had now transformed into a bitter middle-aged man who seemed angry at the world. The transformation hadn't been instant, but had began shortly after their son was born.
          "What are you still doing here? I told you to meet me on the first floor. Our meeting with the General starts in ten minutes." Reginaldd glared at both women, noting that his wife did not flinch at his tone like the Elin did.
          "Well, I'm quite ready." Laeyla came to her feet with a smile before pausing to brush at imaginary lint upon her pale lavender dress.
          "Come on," Reginaldd huffed before he strode from the balcony at a brutal pace.
          Laeyla was forced to jog to keep pace, which was no easy feat in four inch heels. She suspected Reginaldd's mood was worse than usual, and given the circumstances she quite understood. However, a part of her believed that he was now looking for an outlet to unleash his anger, and she feared the Castanic General would be on the receiving end.
          About five minutes away in a conference room located within the Valkyon headquarters, Luceus paced the room, circling around the ten man table at least twice before turning to his head priestess, Rosalinda. "By the Titans, if Tristtan suffers worse because of this delay..." He could not finish the sentence. He needed to be in control of his emotions once the diplomats arrived. If he was to convince them to allow him to complete his search for Tristtan, then going all 'cold General' on them would not get the job done.
          "I know patience is the last thing you'll embrace considering what's at stake, but there is little choice in the matter," Rosalinda spoke. She knew the primary reason Luceus had brought her along on this trip. He'd expected to find Tristtan in poor condition that only an expert healer would be able to counter post haste. Rosalinda had been dabbling in the reviving arts since she was a little girl and had risen quickly through the ranks to now serve at some of the highest levels within Valkyon. And while healing skills would not be required in the upcoming negotiation, Luceus wanted her here because she had also brokered treaties between opposing factions in the past. Rosalinda was aware that Brie was also adept at this. However, the people they were meeting with were not military and both Luceus and Brie were quite battle hardened. Which was the primary reason the General sometimes opted to bring her instead -- a human healer not carrying weapons -- to these types of meetings.
          Luceus understood the wisdom behind Rosalinda's words. He'd gotten much of the same from his Commander when he'd considering defying orders and leaving Velika on his own. If he'd done so, even now he would be facing a court martial of which he would be stripped of his rank. Losing him would be a blow to the Federation as he was certain many were aware. However, blatant disobedience would not be tolerated. "What do we know of these dignitaries?"
          "Besides their names? Not much -- I didn't get a chance to research them," Rosalinda replied.
          "Who are they?"
          "They're actually a diplomatic couple. Reginaldd and Laeyla Stanhope."
          "Stanhope," Luceus echoed as realization dawned on him.
          "Yes, do you recognize that name?"
          Luceus slowly nodded. For the past few months his lover had been one Tristtan Stanhope. The people they were about to meet with were Tristtan's parents!
OOO
          Tristtan managed not to tremble as he stood above a tiny pit that was located not far from the Amani camp in the woods. His hands were bound behind his back and he was still naked. After his clothes had been destroyed during his initial rape, apparently they'd had nothing left to fit him. Either that or Ulrikk's twisted mind enjoyed seeing him walk around in the nude. He had not been healed from his ordeal with Ulrikk earlier that morning and even now the General stood beside him groping him openly. It wasn't until Bartram removed the wooden manhole cover of the pit revealing the chittering of nocturnal animals within that Tristtan felt true fear go down his spine.
          "Look, we'll even give you a fighting chance," Bartram grinned before tossing a short sword into the pit.
          "What are they?" Tristtan couldn't see what was down there for it was too dark and too deep.
          "They're called Fallen Defenders," Ulrikk whispered in his ear.
          Tristtan could not help the gasp that escaped his lips. What lay in that pit were re-animated monsters said to be revived with the souls of long dead vengeful animals. They were tiny in stature but packed a vicious bite and were often nicknamed the piranha's of the land. He soon felt when something cold and wet was being slicked over his left arm from the elbow down.
          "This will drive them crazy for your blood," Ulrikk chuckled as he finished applying the white substance. He then prepared to shove Tristtan into the pit. "Well here we go."
          "Wait!" Tristtan screamed in protest. If he thought the rapes were bad, what they were about to do to him hadn't even entered onto his radar. He recalled Luceus' words when they'd spoken in the private barracks after he'd denied that anyone would manhandle him on the battlefield. Well he hand indeed been manhandled but as Luceus had stated; they would do far worse. That was now coming to pass. "Will you not release my bonds first? How am I expected to fight if my hands are tied?"
          Ulrikk leaned forward and once again whispered quietly in Tristtan's ear. "Oh, I never expected you to put up a fight. But I do expect you to be eaten." With those words he immediately shoved the boy into the pit. Within short moments he heard the painful 'oof' as Tristtan's body made contact with the ground. It was soon followed by the excited chatter of the animals who now realized they had fresh prey.
          Tristtan was vaguely aware of the pit going pitch black when the manhole cover was replaced blocking out all light. And although he couldn't see, the sounds of the approaching little monsters with their pointed snapping teeth left him utterly terrified. He sat up and immediately began to feel around for the short sword he had seen Bartram throw into the pit before him. All his fingers managed to grasp was slimy earth as the one thing that would offer him some salvation in this place eluded him. He knew he was running out of time, but his ability to search was limited given the fact that his hands were tied behind his back and he couldn't see a damn thing. When the first pair of sharp teeth sank into his bare thighs, a scream burst across his lips. However, it was only the beginning and all too soon, several more teeth bit into his naked flesh. Tristtan had never suspected it would end this way, but as Ulrikk had suggested, it was very likely he was about to be eaten alive!
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