*So I've been working this one for a few weeks now and have several chapters and thought I would share. Be warned the first chapter is pretty mild but it gets very, very, very bad and quickly. The chapters I have written out I'm actually a little disgusted at myself for coming up with them so that's warning hope you enjoy.
It has been like any other hunting trip. Arthur is killing fleeing animals left and right. I'm following behind collecting his kills and mounting them on my poor old mare, trying not to trip over roots and fallen branches. Somehow I still manage to fall at least a dozen times adding to Arthur's mirth and hearing him complain loudly about me scaring off the game.
After several hours of hunting and the sun is vanishing behind the mountains, Arthur calls a halt.
I am tasked with the setup of camp and the making of our meal. Luckily Arthur hunted and we have a selection of fresh meat. I make a light stew of rabbit and clean up once everything is eaten. This is my life as Prince Arthur's manservant day in and day out. I don't complain...alright I complain but it could be worse.
After cleaning up as always I offer to take first watch and much to my surprise Arthur gives it to me. Arthur usually takes first watch and wakes me for the second shift but tonight I will be the sole guard between Arthur and the things in the world trying to kill him.
"Just listen for bandits." He tells me with a smirk, unrolling his bedroll.
I can't ignore the slight fear that shoots through me, "Bandits!" I try to sound a little concerned but it comes out rather high pitched with fear. Bandits aren't the worst that we have faced but they still scare me.
Arthur shakes his head, laughing. "Relax; I won't let anything harm you." It is supposed to be a jibe at my cowardice but it comes out more like a promise and I can see the softness in his eyes. I don't let myself read into it too much.
"Yes, just let me relax when bloodthirsty bandits roam the forest and could just happen upon us in the night." I snap at him but Arthur just chuckles as he settles into his bedroll on the other side of the fire from me..
"I'm not worried I have faith that we will have a quiet night just don't fall asleep." He warns pointing at me sternly.
I make a face and roll my eyes receiving another chuckle. It doesn't take long before Arthur's soft snoring tells me he is asleep and I settle in for a long night. Stupidity settles in as well and I fall asleep.
Suddenly bandits!
I was happily asleep, dreaming of flying rabbits or something then I'm being shaken awake and tossed around. I'm groggy and I'm having a hard concentrating as I'm manhandled. I'm pulled to my feet and gripped tightly from behind; a stiff body is holding me. When I fully contemplate what is happening I yell out and struggle against the hands gripping me. When cold metal is pressed to my throat I freeze instantly and hold my breath. One false move and the blade will break skin.
"Keep that up and you'll see your life leaking out of you." The man holding me warns digging the blade in enough to push his point.
My eyes register several figures dressed completely in black showing only eyes. The group in our camp is digging through bags and packs. Things are being thrown left and right with no sense of direction.
I see Arthur is receiving the same treatment as me. He is already sporting a freshly bleeding wound on his forehead. His eyes bore into me, trying to relay something that I don't understand. I do know whatever happens Arthur needs to survive which means I'll probably have to do something he deems stupid to keep him alive.
"Hey looks like we got some from Camelot." A gruff voice yells from nearby.
The man holding me takes in a sharp breath. "Camelot, they have some sweet meat there," the man is taking in a deep sniff dragging his clothed nose up my throat, "Are you a sweet meat?"
I don't respond but I can't help my eyes widening in terror. I had heard of men like this but I had never thought that I might be in a situation like this and I can feel the fear coursing through me.
There are too many. Arthur can't hope to defeat this many no matter how skilled a fighter he is. I have seen him battle several men at once but never more than a dozen and there are definitely a lot of men.
"I am looking forward to bedding you later tonight. You will love it." The man holding me growls. One of his hands is sliding down my back and grasping my arse painfully.
I'll have a bruise later.
I choke out a cry from the sharp pain, jerking enough for the blade at my throat to cut slightly, its a small sting. Arthur struggles against his capture. I throw him a look to try and assure him I'm alright.
"Looks like this one has a problem with you Sten." His calls pulling Arthur roughly back. The men surrounding us laugh.
Sten, the man holding me, pushes me forward. I hit the ground near Arthur's feet but don't have time to do much before Sten is on me again with the knife.
He pulls me from the ground by my hair. I hiss with the pain and climb to my knees with him bent over me. The pain in my hair is not too much but I can't act with Arthur so close to danger. I manage to keep my hands balled into fists at my sides.
Arthur is eye level, his concern for me showing brightly as is the anger and conflict that he is fighting to stay in control.
I give a small smile trying to relay not to do anything.
"So knight of Camelot is this your squire or servant?" Arthur doesn't answer, he just glares. "His clothes tell me servant, so I assume he's your easy fuck." Sten asks jerking hard on my hair.
I yelp and tears are brought to my eyes and the crowd laughs, hooting and yelling their amusement.
"Not a conquest then so you want to fuck him." Sten lowers his face closer to my ear, his breathing is almost heavy. "I can see why, his lips scream for cock."
Suddenly a tongue is invading my ear. I try to move away but Sten's hand is gripping my hair and the knife is biting into skin. I squeeze my eyes shut, doing everything to ignore the wet muscle violating my ear.
Sten ends my torture with a triumphant and satisfied, "Delicious."
Arthur bucks against his capture again, eyes burning. Sten laughs before dragging his tongue up the side of my face. I shudder. "Definitely see why you keep this one." The man says pressing the steel into my throat a bit, releasing a thin bead of blood.
It's doesn't hurt but I can feel the warmth rolling down my neck slowly and a slight sting that awakens my nerves further.
"He is nothing, let him go." Arthur finally speaks. His face is like stone but his eyes give him away.
I know he's trying to save me but hearing him say I am nothing hurts a little.
Sten isn't buying Arthur's attempt. "Do you think I am stupid, knight?" The Prince doesn't answer, "I know a ploy when I see one, and this servant of yours is not nothing, not to you anyway."
I know Arthur is my friend and I know he's never had a friend like me before but his attachment to me is surprising at times especially in times when I should be the one saving him.
Sten seems to have underestimated me because he's let go of me with a hard shove forcing me on the ground. I'm thinking through spells. I need something to help Arthur but I know that that will expose me. I can't linger on that right now especially with our lives counting on me.
"Sorry boys," Sten is saying, he's speaking to his men, "We'll have no fun here tonight, and we have orders, but doesn't mean we can't have a prize." The men around us cheer.
Sten moves over to Arthur and leans close. "Now knight I won't kill you, you will return to Camelot and deliver this message." Sten pulls a scroll from his person and slides it into Arthur's shirt. The bandit stands, stepping back from the Prince. "And don't worry about your servant; I'll take really good care of him."
"No!" Arthur roars and Sten pulls a knife. I push myself to my feet without knowing what to do as the knife descends. The handle meets Arthur's skull and he collapses, unconscious.
"Arthur!" I scream and something hits my head before I can go to him. I'm swallowed by darkness and know nothing.