So this roleplay started on MSPARP. But me and my roleplay partner decided it was to good so we switched it over to Facebook.
This story contains underaged pailing/rape. If you don't fancy I suggest not reading.
This has been edited, but all the things the characters say and do are still true to the plot.
I play as the Grand Highblood and my friend is the Signless.
There will be a lot more chapters and I plan to update it as soon as I can.
Please enjoy~! :o)
You found yourself quite lost. The town you were wandering through looked deserted but you could hear loud trolls in the distance as well as horns honking. It was the weirdest thing you'd ever heard. Despite everything telling you not to, you ventured a little further to the sounds. Turning a corner you froze to stare up at the biggest troll you've ever laid your eyes on.
The Grand Highblood.
Instantly, you were afraid he'd see the blood color in your eyes and cull you on the spot. So you grabbed your hood and pulled it up over your head. Mumbling appologies for tresspassing and excuses like you thought no one was around.
When the huge troll gave no answer but a suttle stare you hung your head and took a step back. "...I'll just go." Before you could fully turn however, the Grand Highblood had grabbed your hood and lifted you up clean off your feet.
His dark indigo eyes met with your crimson ones before he asked, loudly, but simply. "WHERE'S YOUR CUSTODIAN, little wiggler?"
Either because your feet were no longer on the ground or the fact that his face was as big as your whole being you felt yourself struggle frantically to try and get away from him without loosing your cape. Managing to studder out some words in your struggling. "M-my lusus, she told me, to wait for her... I-I was just wondering... S-sir."
You watched his eyes narrow and your blood ran cold as he raised a claw to your face. Swallowing back your fear and trying to turn your head away as your mutated red blood ran down your cheek from the line he had made there. "...P-please sir... I.. I haven't done anything..."
When the Largest troll ever cleaned off the blood again and held you to your chest, you weren't to sure how to react. Your fear and worry only growing as he was taking you into the heart of a throng of subjugglator's.
"Where are you taking me?" You begged, the fact that the other hadn't said a word is what scared you most. Everything about this situation was terrifying.
You watched helplessly as he carried you into a large building. He walked into a room and closed the door behind the both of you before dropping you on the ground. Despite the pain of being dropped from how ever many stories that troll was tall you quickly struggled to the farthest edge of the room. Away from the Grand Highblood. The silence stretching on until you thought you couldn't take it anymore. The large troll across the room seemed to be heavily debating something. Probably how to serve you to his followers as lunch.
"Come here."
His voice made you flinch, though it was quiet. It took you a moment to find your words. "...If.. It's all the same to you, sir, I think I'll just stay here..."
"COME HERE." The Grand Highblood repeated, his voice much lowder and you flinched again. He wanted you there, and you were afraid if you didn't he'd cull you brutally... Best comply and die swiftly, right?
Standing on your shaky legs you made your way over to him, head down, hood hiding most of your face. "...Yes s-sir."
His gaze on your was almost not bareable. Finally though, he said something. More of a demand. "What's your name. TROLL?"
You swallowed past a lump in your throat and managed a pathetic. "...Signless."
"SIGNLESS?" That seemed to spark some interest in him. Your hair being pulled up so your eyes met with his deep, deep purple ones. "Don't got a sign, wiggler?"
"No... You saw my blood..." You were aware of how pathetic you sounded, but in this situation there wasn't much you could do about it. Your voice trembled, fighting back tears as you begged him not to hurt you.
"Do as I MOTHERFUCKING TELL YOU to and you won't find yourself tangled in a mess on the floor." The Grand Highblood shoved you backwards as he released your hair. "You don't got no custodian. Who's been getting their care for you?"
You fell back on your ass, the bigger troll barely did anything and he way overpowered you. At his question you looked to the side, searching for a lie, you couldn't tell him about the Dolorosa. "...A brown blood took me in, she, found me almost dead when I was a grub..." That was good... but, what if he went looking for this troll? Quickly you added. "...She died about a sweep ago... Though."
As if the bigger troll could smell your lie, he leanded in real close to you. His breath a strange cool as it swept over your cowering form. "You ain't lyin' to me, right boy? Cuz ya know what I'll do if I find ya MOTHERFUCKING LIED TO ME? Shit ain't gonna be pretty for you. Ya get?"
You nodded quickly, sticking with your lie. "Yes... sir... I-I hear it loud and clear..." You tucked your legs under your cloak, holding them close and trying to hide your whole being in that simple cloak of yours.
He was accessing you. Staring you down. Eyes only growing more and more narrowed as the time went by. It seemed like you'd been frozen there in fear for a sweep before he finally spoke up again, rather, growled before he spoke up. And he did not sound happy. "YOU TAKE ME FOR A MOTHERFUCKING FOOL?" He'd sniffed your lie out plain and simple. Rising to his feet, towering over you. You felt insignifigant and small.
You ducked your head and put your two arms above your head. Not like it would do anything against the Highblood, but it was a false protection you really wanted right then. "I'm sorry... I I just..." Your whole lie out in the open. You'd forgotten to stick true to it.
Your arms were grabbed and your feet lifted off the ground. It all happened so fast but the next thing you knew you had a searing pain in your stomach from his punch. Trying to curl in on yourself but he still held your arms. You knew he has to have been holding back. A troll like that could easily rip you in two in a heartbeat.
"Where is the troll who cared for you. ANSWER ME WITH THE HONESTY OF A DIRT BLOOD MOTHERFUCKER. I won't hesitate for havin' the both of you culled. HUNG FOR ALL ALTERNIA TO SEE YOUR DISGRACEFULL BLOOD."
"Please.. I don't want her to get hurt..." You begged, sniffling in pain and fear. "...Wh-why would you want her anyway... She's... I'm the one you want, please leave her alone..."
"GET SCHOOLFED MOTHERFUCKER. She dun did treason. LETTIN' A MUTANT LIKE YOU LIVE ON TO FREE." He dropped you before his large foot met your chest and your back met the wall. The force was enough to knock the wind out of you, fortunantally you didn't think he broke any bones.
"Please just leave her be... You don't need her... I-I'm the one you want." You pressed yourself back against the wall as much as you could, nearly translucent red tears threatening to fall down your cheeks.
"Ain't nothin' I want more than to see your blood spill. EMPTY YOU OF THAT MUTANT COLOR." His claws scraped your scalp as he grabbed you by the hair and quickly brought you up off the ground to his level. "Spill your blood for me. LET ME WATCH YOU EMPTY YOURSELF OF THE VILE BLOOD RUNNIN' THROUGH YOUR MOTHER FUCKING VEINS."
You yelped at the pain, confusion soon clouding your eyes. "...Y-you want me, to cull myself?" You questioned, asking him to clarify, hoping he wouldn't hurt you for doing so.
"There's a thought." The grin that came over that hideously painted face of the other made you tremble. Staring at his sharp discolored teeth. "Nah. WHEN IT COMES TO YOUR DYING DAY. I'll be the one WITH MUTANT BLOOD ON MY MITS. Cut yourself a little. Pain yourself." He dropped you once more. He seemed to really like dropping you.
Obediently you nodded. Pulling out your small knife you had kept hiddin in your boot. Rosa made you keep it on you in case something like this happened... Well, not exactly like this... The troll in question wasn't supposed to be the grand daddy of all trolls himself... You complied though after glancing at the other troll who was waiting for you. Dragging the sharp blade of the knife across your arm. Cringing as you forced it to break skin. Looking away at the mutant blood that ran from the wound. You hoped, deeply hoped, that would be enough to please him.
The Grand Highblood looked more then pleased. "Ya got more weapons on ya? TAKE OFF THAT MOTHERFUCKING HOOD."
You couldn't help but flinch at the sudden demand. Everything he said was just, sudden. Trembling, you knew this was a mistake. "..N-no. this was it, I wouldn't try and use it on you..." You tried to be able to keep your things but by the look he gave you, you knew it was pointless so you obliged. Handing over the knife before removing your cloak and handing it over as well.
The Grand daddy of all trolls looked like he could have laughed right then. Then you realized he was mocking your choice in pantwear.
To break the silence, as well as maybe stop his creepy stare... You asked another question. The other one didn't go so bad. "...Why did you want my cloak?"
The Grand Highblood held onto the little blade of the knife and procceeded to slam the handle of the knife against the side of your head. "I AIN'T GIVEN YOU PERMISSION TO ASK ANY MOTHERFUCKING QUESTIONS."
You yelped out in surprise, arms moving over your head and cowering once again as you waited for the throbbing to subside. "..I-I'm sorry." You tried, swallowing back your tears.
You'd managed to get on the Grand Highblood's badside rather quickly. Watching from the edge of your vision as he stuck your knife high up on the wall, far beyond your reach. "Your pants are motherfucking rediculous." Back to the mocking it was.
You gave a light shrug. Looking away from him once more. "...My mother couldn't ever get me to wear a shirt when I was young.. So she made me these... They just stuck, I guess." You glanced over towards the door. You knew it would be pointless to run, remembering how many painted faces were just beyond.
"Take them off." His voice was almost to casual. Your head turning to him sharply, you rmouth gaping open as you tried to find the words to argue, but none came. Relucantly, you did as you were told. The larger troll's eyes never leaving you as he asked another question himself. "How many sweeps are you?"
"...Seven." You slid the pants off of your legs and pushed them aside. Starting to regret never wearing underwear in your life as you tried to hide your privates behind your legs.
The Grand Highblood never got tired of mocking you. His large hand rested on your head and you felt his gaze upon your horns. "Pathetic. Even to the nubs on your fucking head."
You felt obliged to backtalk him. You sure as hell couldn't fight him physically, but you could with words. "..I'm so sorry to disappoint.." It was nearly sarcastic. "I didn't exactly get to choose how I was hatched..."
That only amused him. A short laugh leaving the highblood. "MUTANT'S DON'T DESERVE NOTHIN' BETTER." A large mit snagged your ankle and tugged your legs apart. His eyes staring down at things you didn't want just anyone to see. Your body was tense. Trying to pull your leg free as you refused to make eye contact with him.
A thick, paint and blood crusted claw ran over the wound on your arm. Wincing as you felt the knew rush of blood that ran down your arm. "Disgusting.." He mumbled. "Simply sickening..." He moved his hand off of your arm and down between your legs.
You'd never felt so violated in your entire life.
Before you could make a beline to your clothes the Highblood had picked you up and brought you to the bathroom. Setting you on your feet. "You know how to use this motherfucker?" He pointed to the shower.
You cocked your head to the side, not quite sure why he was asking this... "The shower?" You asked quietly, afraid of more burtal punishment, but really nothing could be worse then what you just endured.
"Good." The Grand Highblood turned around without another word and walked out of the bathroom. Closing the door behind himself and leaving you alone in there in the bathroom.
You stared at the door for a long time after he left. Confused on what exactly he wanted of you until you turned your attention back to the shower... You quickly figured out how to make the water run warm and you let your head rest under it. Your eyes closed. You didn't want to watch the purple and red swirling together in the water at your feet. Simply letting yourself envy how much nicer showering was compared to a cold lake.
You felt refreshed afterwards. Like it was truely your first time getting properly cleaned, and maybe it was? You couldn't find anything to dry off with in the bathroom so you silently inched over to the door and opened it, peeking out at his royal asshole. Your refreshed mood dropped down to 0 and your submissive levels shot up to 110 at the sight of him. You prayed silently that you'd be able to get your clothes and leave again.
The Grand Highblood's eyes how ever met yours as he saw the door opened. Pointing to the pile of horns he'd collected in the room. "Go to sleep. IF I FIND YOU TRYIN' TO LEAVE. I'll add your blood TO MY MOTHERFUCKING WALLS." You couldn't imagine sleeping on horns.
Your heart sinking, but nodding obediently as you did what you were told and went over to the horns. Finding a position where the horns weren't poking you in places you didn't want to be poked. Shifting your legs so the Highblood couldn't stare shamelessly at your privates.
Somehow you had managed to lightly drift off after the Highblood left with your clothes. You weren't sure how much time passed but you flinched awake when the door opened once more. A new cloak and high pants met your face. Staring at them for a moment before looking back up to the Grand Highblood. A bit surprised but wasted no time in getting dressed once more. "Thank you.." You managed, after you felt comfortable in the new clothes.
The Grand Highblood simply snorted before he plopped his royal ass down into the pile beside you. Large hands grabbing you soon after and you were pulled into his lap. He was holding you lightly, but you knew if you tried to get away he could easily squish your blood pusher out.
You curled up, managing to get rather comfortable, but still incredibly tense at the situation. You couldn't understand why he was doing this. Why he hadn't just culled you. You glanced up to ask him, but his eyes were shut. He was asleep. Deciding it was the worst idea ever to wake him up you laid your little head down on his massive chest and somehow, managed to fall asleep.
Oh man, should I have warned you about Grand Pervert? No? Good.
I considered leaving in the pailing scene but eh, I decided to take it out. There will be later pailing scenes that will stay in the storyline.
I plan to update as soon as possible~! Hope you guys enjoyed :o)