DISCLAIMER: I don't own zoids, of course, and if I did, I'd be busy making
another series of it reather than wriying stories for the pleasure of those
on this site. The only things I really can possibly claim are the Thunder
Bird, and Pegasus, and those actually weren't MY ideas.. it was a group
effort of myself and some friends. Anyway, just so ya know, I don't own
Zoids, Zeeke, Van, Fiona, or anything to do with this story..
Chapter 2:
Rape and Reversal...
The hoards of burglars lost all track of their commander now, so the some fifty troops marched into the wasteland, taking turns at pushing and pulling the cages, and at piloting their zoids. Frequently they made camp, but before the week was up until Van will have taken down their leader, they reached the halfway point to their base. Only two days after Van had set up a camp to wait for the rest of the man's troops with his friends no doubt with them, the men reached the base. As the few who had remained to keep the base protected rolled open the gates, the muddy, sweaty, grumpy, and hungry army marched through. Calls rang out from all over, "Where's the Zoid!" "Where's the loot?" "Who're those girls!" And the same replies came back for each question, "Who knows!" "Who cares!"
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"Look, I know your men have my friends as hostages.. Just tell me where your base is, and i'll gladly return you.. That is if your men like you enough to exchange my friends for you and what little cash I have.." The man looks at Van, "How much cash.." Van smiles widely, walking to the leg of his BladeLygar. He calls Zeeke over, and the organoid promptly prys a plate from the leg, "Two of these legs are full.. One of the reasons I was a little slow in combat, they are hollow so they might be crushed under my Zoids weight.." He rubs the back of his head as Zeeke places the plate back on, "So, Where is it?" The man sighs, "Not nearly enough.. Sorry.. You'd not get them back." Zeeke runs over and whacks him right good with his tail, "Thanks a lot Zeeke! Now he's unconscious!" "grrr.. 'no prob bob'"
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The large men had stopped clubbing the girls every time they came around when food wasn't being served. Now they fed them well, and let them replentish their strength. Fiona was getting a little worried, she could feel that something wasn't right. Moonbay was more aware of their situation, and she had already noted that the guards licking their lips would have both their tongues and lips removed the hard way if she got out of the cage. The Burglars only laughed and went back to eating, drinking, and making merry. The afternoon lingered on into night and one by one the rough men feel into deep slumber, followed closely by moonbay and Fiona, only a few keeping watch. |--------------------------------| |NEXT MORNING: 10:00 AM| |--------------------------------| Moonbay was the first of the two girls to awaken.. Or so she thought. She looked across the hall of the pirson-like location she had been moved to. There was a lump under the covers, and rather slender too, so there was no reason to think it wasn't Fiona.
Up on the ground level though, in the center, opened area of the fortress, a 6'3 man with almost white, blonde hair, and the brownest of eyes amongst the crowd of brown and green eyed bandits, stood. He approached the table where the girl who had announced her name was Fiona when she had been called 'Little Bitch' in her cell, lay tied down to a large table. She didn't at all understand what the rather handsome man with the same skintone as her wanted, but the schackles holding her down didn't at all seem right to her. Neither did the large blue medicine ball they shoved into her mouth. The man waved his hands and brought them to rest at his side, silence falling over the crowd for a moment, "As word of our leader, my father's, passing spreads like wildfire, I proclaim myself the new head chief around here, I'm the commander in battle, the one responsible for the failure of a mission, and the one.. Who gets the first pick of the hostages!" He laughed and the entire crowd broke out into it. He again yelled, "Yavanche, son of Krane, myself in the flesh, is the new leader of the Burglars!" They all cheered and yelled praises and soon broke into a chant of, "Fuck-er, Fuck-er" and he smiled, approaching her. The noise echoes out of the fortress, and almost far enough to be heard by some of the dessert gangs also claiming this part of the Zoid Ground.
Yavanche glides up onto the girl who closes her eyes, so she doesn't have to look st him. He reaches to his belt and pulls out a knife. With it, he slices her clothing right down the middle, sparign none of it, but being carful not to cut her soft, tender flesh. He smiles, spreading the frabrics out and exposing her fully. He licks his lips and smiles, resheathing the blade, and unbuckling the belt. Afterwards, he unbuttons his pants, then glides down the zipper. Wasting no time, he shucks down his pants a little, and follows then with his boxers, proceeding to move her legs a little more apart than the shackels make them be. He grins, shoving only one finger into her hot, tight pussy at first. She tries, and fails, to gasp in shock and terror, then it melts away as his finger goes in a bit more slowly, deeper and deeper. The crowd cheers him on, wanting him to hurry and get it on with so they can start their own fun and games with the kidnapped girls. He eases his rough, callosed fringer right back out, and moves it back in. This time she moans lightly, even through the gag, shocked at this new and foreign feeling.. a feeling of pleasure she has never felt before. He picks up the speed a bit and she gives a louder muffled moan, her pussy contracting and her mind flooding with fear, hate, pleasure, confusion, pleasure, woory, and most of all.. pleasure. She moans loudly again, and he retracts his finger brutally. She pants heavily, sweating from the heat, making her body glisten in the hot sun. Every one of her features amplified to look absolutly angelic. Yavanche is very hard now, and he grins evilly, "Now this will hurt you more than it will hurt me.." He reassures her, and leans forward, the head of his manhood rubbing the lips of her clit gently. She shivers and he wraps an arm around her, introducing her tight little hole to his large, hard member. He leans forward more, going deeper, and ripping her walls as he picks up speed with his entry. Her eyes tear up even through her tightly clenched lids it is obvious, and tears escape. He continues to lean down, his chest pressing agaisnt he firm breasts. She gasps as he bites the ball and pulls it from her mouth, tossign it to the side. He reaches the other hand down, behind her, and fingers her little asshole as well. He starts thrusting his cock in and out, and he locks his lips with hers, which tightly clench. He forces them open with his tongue and massages her gums since he can't get through her teeth. She finally subimits as a moan has to escape, pleasure and pain shooting up her spine violently, telling her brain that she doesn't like it, but she does. She does ever so much. He begins to explore her inner mouth, glad to be welcome in both her pleasurable holes, and in her mouth. He moans quite loudly through the kiss and jerks his hips up quickly, his seed splattering all over her hips and stomach.. He pulls his whole body off of her, and gets up off the table. He just pulls his pants up, zips them, buttons them, and fixes his belt, siping his mouth and Fiona pants heavily, tears running down her face but her not saying a word. The man smiles, "Next! She's all yours.."
--------------------------------------------- meanwhile --------------------------------------------- Van sits in his camp, minding his own business and throwing grapes at Zeeke who catches them in his mouth most of the time. Van laughs when he falls over trying to catch one and is entirely unaware that his own prisoner has managed to reach his belt, and untie himself by cutting the knot in the back of his rope with a concealed dagger. Now the man stalks up and Zeeke is unaware, as he is chasing a berry Van threw hard in the other direction so he CAN check on the man he had figured out was named Krane. Krane takes the dagger, placing it to vans throat, the other arm around his gut as he stands on his knees just like van. He slowly moves him up and smiles, "Now van.. How about that.. You don't bother to disarm your prisoners. Too bad for you.. and so sad that little organoid of yours won't even notice when I take you away.." He slams the bottom of the dagger into Van's head, knocking him out cold. He drags him quickly to the Pegasus, which leans down, letting him throw van in, and climb inhimself. He straps van in and puts the helmet on himself. He takes off quickly, going well past the speed of sound. A sonicboom alerts Zeeke, but it is too late. They are gone. When they emerge from the speed, they are far from that location, and not even five minutes has passed.
------------------------ Authors notes: ^_^ Yey, I like what i did.. but then again, I'm stupid.. Please read and review, tell me what you think. I have two chapter threes already written, based on your reviews, i may write another, or spiff up one of those, or maybe use one of those! so please do.. ta ta.. if ya want, you can e-mail me at bkjrulesall@hotmail.com.. or you can of course email me at the other.. but I would rather you e-mail me at that if it isn't a review of my work.. such as the request to yank someone out of the plot or something.. Anyway, ta-ta! chow..
Chapter 2:
Rape and Reversal...
The hoards of burglars lost all track of their commander now, so the some fifty troops marched into the wasteland, taking turns at pushing and pulling the cages, and at piloting their zoids. Frequently they made camp, but before the week was up until Van will have taken down their leader, they reached the halfway point to their base. Only two days after Van had set up a camp to wait for the rest of the man's troops with his friends no doubt with them, the men reached the base. As the few who had remained to keep the base protected rolled open the gates, the muddy, sweaty, grumpy, and hungry army marched through. Calls rang out from all over, "Where's the Zoid!" "Where's the loot?" "Who're those girls!" And the same replies came back for each question, "Who knows!" "Who cares!"
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------MEANWHILE--------------- ------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------
"Look, I know your men have my friends as hostages.. Just tell me where your base is, and i'll gladly return you.. That is if your men like you enough to exchange my friends for you and what little cash I have.." The man looks at Van, "How much cash.." Van smiles widely, walking to the leg of his BladeLygar. He calls Zeeke over, and the organoid promptly prys a plate from the leg, "Two of these legs are full.. One of the reasons I was a little slow in combat, they are hollow so they might be crushed under my Zoids weight.." He rubs the back of his head as Zeeke places the plate back on, "So, Where is it?" The man sighs, "Not nearly enough.. Sorry.. You'd not get them back." Zeeke runs over and whacks him right good with his tail, "Thanks a lot Zeeke! Now he's unconscious!" "grrr.. 'no prob bob'"
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The large men had stopped clubbing the girls every time they came around when food wasn't being served. Now they fed them well, and let them replentish their strength. Fiona was getting a little worried, she could feel that something wasn't right. Moonbay was more aware of their situation, and she had already noted that the guards licking their lips would have both their tongues and lips removed the hard way if she got out of the cage. The Burglars only laughed and went back to eating, drinking, and making merry. The afternoon lingered on into night and one by one the rough men feel into deep slumber, followed closely by moonbay and Fiona, only a few keeping watch. |--------------------------------| |NEXT MORNING: 10:00 AM| |--------------------------------| Moonbay was the first of the two girls to awaken.. Or so she thought. She looked across the hall of the pirson-like location she had been moved to. There was a lump under the covers, and rather slender too, so there was no reason to think it wasn't Fiona.
Up on the ground level though, in the center, opened area of the fortress, a 6'3 man with almost white, blonde hair, and the brownest of eyes amongst the crowd of brown and green eyed bandits, stood. He approached the table where the girl who had announced her name was Fiona when she had been called 'Little Bitch' in her cell, lay tied down to a large table. She didn't at all understand what the rather handsome man with the same skintone as her wanted, but the schackles holding her down didn't at all seem right to her. Neither did the large blue medicine ball they shoved into her mouth. The man waved his hands and brought them to rest at his side, silence falling over the crowd for a moment, "As word of our leader, my father's, passing spreads like wildfire, I proclaim myself the new head chief around here, I'm the commander in battle, the one responsible for the failure of a mission, and the one.. Who gets the first pick of the hostages!" He laughed and the entire crowd broke out into it. He again yelled, "Yavanche, son of Krane, myself in the flesh, is the new leader of the Burglars!" They all cheered and yelled praises and soon broke into a chant of, "Fuck-er, Fuck-er" and he smiled, approaching her. The noise echoes out of the fortress, and almost far enough to be heard by some of the dessert gangs also claiming this part of the Zoid Ground.
Yavanche glides up onto the girl who closes her eyes, so she doesn't have to look st him. He reaches to his belt and pulls out a knife. With it, he slices her clothing right down the middle, sparign none of it, but being carful not to cut her soft, tender flesh. He smiles, spreading the frabrics out and exposing her fully. He licks his lips and smiles, resheathing the blade, and unbuckling the belt. Afterwards, he unbuttons his pants, then glides down the zipper. Wasting no time, he shucks down his pants a little, and follows then with his boxers, proceeding to move her legs a little more apart than the shackels make them be. He grins, shoving only one finger into her hot, tight pussy at first. She tries, and fails, to gasp in shock and terror, then it melts away as his finger goes in a bit more slowly, deeper and deeper. The crowd cheers him on, wanting him to hurry and get it on with so they can start their own fun and games with the kidnapped girls. He eases his rough, callosed fringer right back out, and moves it back in. This time she moans lightly, even through the gag, shocked at this new and foreign feeling.. a feeling of pleasure she has never felt before. He picks up the speed a bit and she gives a louder muffled moan, her pussy contracting and her mind flooding with fear, hate, pleasure, confusion, pleasure, woory, and most of all.. pleasure. She moans loudly again, and he retracts his finger brutally. She pants heavily, sweating from the heat, making her body glisten in the hot sun. Every one of her features amplified to look absolutly angelic. Yavanche is very hard now, and he grins evilly, "Now this will hurt you more than it will hurt me.." He reassures her, and leans forward, the head of his manhood rubbing the lips of her clit gently. She shivers and he wraps an arm around her, introducing her tight little hole to his large, hard member. He leans forward more, going deeper, and ripping her walls as he picks up speed with his entry. Her eyes tear up even through her tightly clenched lids it is obvious, and tears escape. He continues to lean down, his chest pressing agaisnt he firm breasts. She gasps as he bites the ball and pulls it from her mouth, tossign it to the side. He reaches the other hand down, behind her, and fingers her little asshole as well. He starts thrusting his cock in and out, and he locks his lips with hers, which tightly clench. He forces them open with his tongue and massages her gums since he can't get through her teeth. She finally subimits as a moan has to escape, pleasure and pain shooting up her spine violently, telling her brain that she doesn't like it, but she does. She does ever so much. He begins to explore her inner mouth, glad to be welcome in both her pleasurable holes, and in her mouth. He moans quite loudly through the kiss and jerks his hips up quickly, his seed splattering all over her hips and stomach.. He pulls his whole body off of her, and gets up off the table. He just pulls his pants up, zips them, buttons them, and fixes his belt, siping his mouth and Fiona pants heavily, tears running down her face but her not saying a word. The man smiles, "Next! She's all yours.."
--------------------------------------------- meanwhile --------------------------------------------- Van sits in his camp, minding his own business and throwing grapes at Zeeke who catches them in his mouth most of the time. Van laughs when he falls over trying to catch one and is entirely unaware that his own prisoner has managed to reach his belt, and untie himself by cutting the knot in the back of his rope with a concealed dagger. Now the man stalks up and Zeeke is unaware, as he is chasing a berry Van threw hard in the other direction so he CAN check on the man he had figured out was named Krane. Krane takes the dagger, placing it to vans throat, the other arm around his gut as he stands on his knees just like van. He slowly moves him up and smiles, "Now van.. How about that.. You don't bother to disarm your prisoners. Too bad for you.. and so sad that little organoid of yours won't even notice when I take you away.." He slams the bottom of the dagger into Van's head, knocking him out cold. He drags him quickly to the Pegasus, which leans down, letting him throw van in, and climb inhimself. He straps van in and puts the helmet on himself. He takes off quickly, going well past the speed of sound. A sonicboom alerts Zeeke, but it is too late. They are gone. When they emerge from the speed, they are far from that location, and not even five minutes has passed.
------------------------ Authors notes: ^_^ Yey, I like what i did.. but then again, I'm stupid.. Please read and review, tell me what you think. I have two chapter threes already written, based on your reviews, i may write another, or spiff up one of those, or maybe use one of those! so please do.. ta ta.. if ya want, you can e-mail me at bkjrulesall@hotmail.com.. or you can of course email me at the other.. but I would rather you e-mail me at that if it isn't a review of my work.. such as the request to yank someone out of the plot or something.. Anyway, ta-ta! chow..