Wild-roze: Alrighty, and away we go!!!
Atai had stood, on that same balcony, for as long as she could before the chill breeze chivvied her inside. Once again, she found herself with little to do, and as she was not allowing her mind to drift to Him, so she decided wandering aimlessly was as good an option as any.
By now quite a while had passed since Belle had been dragged away, and Atai was starting to think that Vigoro would probably distracted sufficiently for the rest of the day, she did not enjoy looking over her shoulder all the time.
But, her heart sank as she rounded a corner, and saw him coming towards her, looking even more arrogant than he usually did. She lowered her eyes from him, and sped up, intent on walking right by him. Of course, things never went as planned.
"Just the one I was looking for." He said, stepping before her, effectively blocking her path.
Before she could retaliate, he had lifted her and hurled her across his broad shoulder, smacking her sharply on her behind, causing her to yelp in surprise and indignation.
Atai struggled wildly to get free of him, however his grip was too strong, and he pinned her flailing legs down. The few guards that they passed nodded curtly to him, smirking knowingly beneath their helmets.
"Put me down!" She shrieked at him, unable to sink her teeth in because of his leather coat, and he merely chuckled at her pounding fists on his spine. After what seemed an eternity for Atai she was flung roughly to the floor.
She noticed they had entered a room, one that she did not recognise, but one that she would never forget.
The walls were dark blue and hung with many finely woven, elegant tapestries, most of them depicting naked women being violated, and she looked away from them in disgust. In the corner of this room there was a massive bed, blue satin sheets lying silkily upon its surface, and she had been thrown onto a thick, soft carpet, stained with flecks of a strange red fluid which glistened wetly.
Atai felt ill when she realised it was blood, and even worse when she saw its source.
In the corner of the room, covering her face in shame, Belle sat sobbing, and upon seeing Atai, she howled louder in her misery. Her face was badly bruised and blood dripped from a gash in her cheek, from her nose and from her mouth. The clothes that she wore were also torn, and parts of her exposed body were badly marked. It was clear that she was newly raped.
"What the fuck have you done to her?!" Spat Atai, forgetting her own predicament.
Vigoro was upon her instantly, straddling her hips, and pinning her to the floor with his considerably larger weight.
"I can do what I like with what is mine. I merely got her to tell me a little secret, about you….. Red." He hissed, his eyes glinting victoriously at the sickening wave of fear he saw sweeping her lavender eyes. "The same thing I am going to do to you, just like I should have done all those years ago, just like I have been wanting to do."
With that he raised a balled fist and sent it crashing into her ribs, standing and allowing her to double up on the floor, unable to gasp in the air she needed. After a small fit of chocking, she coughed up a small mixture of spittle and blood, adding her fluids to the ruined carpet.
She managed to roll onto her knees in agony, but Vigoro was enjoying his fun. He kicked her in the side, sending her over on to her back once again, and, grabbing her by her throat, lifted her and literally tossed her onto the silken bed.
Belle moaned in sorrow.
"I'm so sorry Aika, I'm sorry!" She sobbed, going unheard by both the other inhabitants of the room. She seemed to be lost in her own mind as she rocked on her heels repeating it to herself.
Before Atai could move from the bed, Vigoro was on her again, sitting above her, her pinned her wrists over her head with one large hand, running the other up and down her thighs.
"Now, lets see if you taste as good as you look, Red. You don't know how long I have waited for this, you must be pretty good if you had Ramirez so enthralled with you." He said.
She felt nausea building within her, she could feel his arousal pressing into her abdomen, making his intentions more than clear. He swiftly reached up and tore her tunic from her torso, exposing her bare chest.
His mouth opened into a grin for a second, before it closed over her left breast.
Atai screamed, someone, anyone had to hear her. Someone had to help her….. she knew that if he had his way this night, then she would not live.
With a burst of strength, born out of desperation, she managed to wriggle one of her hands free, and instantly brought her nails clawing down his face. Vigoro sat up, both of his own hands flying to his damaged face.
Atai was instantly up, and a swift punch to his hardened groin sent him sprawling.
She swung her legs over the bed, but before she could take a step he had managed to pull himself together enough to grab hold of her streaming hair, and he wrenched he back onto the bed.
Ignoring the blood which ran down his face from the scratches she had left on him, he punched her again, using the time to rip the rest of her clothing away, rendering her totally naked before him. He couldn't help a smirk from crossing his face. Her figure was far more developed now, her chest larger, and her hips more defined from bearing a child…… the child! He must belong to Ramirez!
But it didn't matter, Ramirez didn't even know who she was, and, once he was done with her, he would personally throw that little bastard from the tower of Soltis.
Vigoro easily cast away his close fitting trousers, allowing her to see just how excited he was.
She cringed away from him, but he grabbed her ankles and dragged her beneath him.
"Now your mine! Little One!" he sneered, using the affectionate name given to her by Ramirez.
"Never!" She howled, and reached down, and grabbed his member, then, she squeezed, hard, and twisted sharply, digging in her nails for all she was worth.
Vigoro screamed in absolute agony and reeled back. Atai smirked, ignoring the physical pain her own body was going through. She raised her hips and opened her legs, placing her feet on his thighs.
'Moons, give me strength!' She thought desperately.
Then, mightily, she straightened her legs, pushing him away from her, whilst wrenching on his stiffened shaft with all the effort she could summon.
There was a disgusting, slippery, sucking, tearing sound.
Vigoro fell from her, and off the bed, clutching his crotch which was streaming blood, almost passing out from the pain.
Atai also fell back, her hands covered with the man's red fluids, his penis still clutched tightly in one palm. Only then did she become aware of her own incredible injuries. Several broken ribs made her chest feel like it was on fire, bruises and cuts littered her body and face.
She closed her eyes, a small smile of victory briefing her face, but it faded quickly, as she watching in disbelief as Vigoro staggered shakily to his legs, tears streaming from his eyes at the unbearable pain.
Deep hatred filled his eyes. Atai managed to scramble to her knees, brandishing his genitals like some kind of weapon, however, this did not stop the stunning backhand he delivered to her from sending her over the other side of the bed and into unconsciousness.
Vigoro gasped in a shuddering breath and collapsed once again, his energy spent, drifting in and out of oblivion.
Belle sat in the corner, not seeing the bloody carnage around her, her mind consumed by her sorrow.
Ramirez knew where the sound had come from, the only one who had his quarters in this area was Vigoro. His blood grew heated as he thought of that man's hands on his property. Father and son had silently sped down the corridors. Every now and then the Emperor doubled up in either pain, or fear but forced himself on, despite the overwhelming need to be sick.
The boy didn't know the way, so every time Ramirez slowed, he was forced to as well, his short patience swiftly ebbing. Finally they reached a door, and the boy knew his mother was beyond it. He reached to open it, but suddenly blackness surrounded him and he fell unconscious on the floor.
Ramirez looked at him, he knew what would be seen beyond, and no child should see his mother like that. His eyes narrowed as he entered.
What he saw, surprised even him. Vigoro's whore sat in the corner, her mind had clearly deserted her, blood was everywhere, who's it was the Lord did not know, at first, then he saw its main host.
He smirked as he glared down at the now neutered Vigoro who lay clutching his groin which was continuously leaking gore, weak and unable to stand. He knelt next to him, careful not to tarnish his immaculate clothes with his general's fluids.
"Where is she Vigoro?" He asked quietly, his eyes the only thing that gave away his deadliness.
Vigoro looked at him bleakly and allowed a ragged smirk to trace his lips.
"Killed her." He gasped.
Ramirez's heart pounded agonizingly hard, and his green eyes narrowed to mere slivers, with one gloved hand he grabbed the man's neck and slammed him into the wall in fury, instantly knocking him out.
He stood and looked around, his eyes landing on a pair of bare feet that were protruding around the corner of the bed. Within seconds he was beside her. Barely able to contain his anger as he looked at her.
Her bedraggled hair, now clearly bronze lay sprawled around her, her body naked her chest marked from Vigoro's teeth and hands, one or two of her ribs poked out at odd angles and blood trickled from her mouth, the generals rather pathetic looking genitalia clutched in her hand.
For a moment he didn't dare to touch her, her body still, and he thought perhaps she was indeed dead. But, after a moment he saw a fractional rise and fall of her lungs, and a rather new emotion to him, hope, flooded him.
He tore the blood stained silk sheet from Vigoro's bed and wrapped her in it, careful not to hurt her already abused body.
He pried the soft fleshy item from her hands and threw it at Vigoro.
'Something for him to wake up to.' He thought icily to himself. Then he stood, his woman cradled almost protectively in his arms.
He walked to Belle, gaining her attention by kicking her.
"You, up on your feet!" He snapped.
It took Belle several moments to realise that she was being addressed by the Emperor himself, but, as soon as she saw her old friend she again burst into hysterical tears. Ramirez snarled, kicking her again, he didn't have time for this.
"Follow me and bring her son!" he demanded.
He watched the snivelling woman as she gingerly got to her feet, her ragged clothes hanging from her pathetically. He curtly turned and left the room with her, and waited until he saw that she had lifted the boy and was following him.
Aika cracked her eyes open. Breathing was much easier now, now that these bandages were around her chest, supporting her ribs. Her hair was warm and damp, much redder now that it had been after its previous wash….
She blinked…..
Bandages?
She sat up, wincing, and looking around her.
"Mum!" Vyse was at her side in an instant, careful not to hug her in case he hurt her further.
For a moment Aika ignored him, realising where they were; the ornate room of Ramirez, and she was back in his bed.
Vyse sat on a chair beside her, his hair ruffled, he had clearly dozed off while watching over her.
Aika smiled at her son. Then, she remembered what had happened.
Automatically, she looked down at herself. She was dressed in a filmy, delicate looking bed robe, which she sourly noted had the Emperor's crest on it. All traces of blood were gone, and she had to just make sure that she was still no longer holding Vigoro's torn penis. The cuts and bruises that had stained her flesh, were gone, but every time she moved, agonising shafts zig-zagged across her chest, making breathing a painful task.
She couldn't help it. At the thought of so nearly being raped by that monster, she broke down, tears streaming from her lavender orbs, her arms hugging her shoulders. Vyse climbed onto the bed and silently looped his own arms around her neck, and instantly Aika pulled him into her, cradling him desperately against her, rocking gently as she sobbed.
After a good while, she stopped, and smartly wiped away the traces of dampness from her cheeks.
"Vyse, how did I…We, get here?" she asked him.
Vyse growled.
"I'm not sure. Me and Emps got to the room where we heard your scream come from, but then the bastard knocked me out. When I woke up he was carrying you out of his washroom in that robe…. I think he gave you a bath…" He said, sounding rather angry that the Emperor had had the gall to undress his mother and wash her! Little knowing that his mother and Ramirez had done far more than just see each others bodies.
Aika sat back, smiling faintly, that would be something to rub in his face, especially after he had proclaimed his lack of feelings towards her this morning. She sighed, catching sight of herself in the large mirror on the wall.
"Vyse, I'm going to be using my other name from now on." She murmured, "I don't think I can really call myself Atai anymore, look at me, I've turned back into myself." She said, finally casting off the one known as Atai of Ixa-Ness, once again embracing the identity of Aika of The Blue Rogues.
Wild-Roze: So, rather brutal and quite sexual. But, now that Vigoro is pretty much out of commission, how is the whole Aika/Ramirez thing gonna progress? And when the heck is Ramirez gonna stop being a dumbass and realise Vyse is his son??? I guess You'll have to wait and find out!