Navarre tied his loyal steed to a fence post and made his way towards the grand entrance of the mighty castle. The obsidian doors towered high into the air, and were flanked by two men. As Navarre approached the doors, he noticed a large leopard dozing nearby on a tree. Its tail swishing back and forth with the breeze.
"Well hello there handsome." said the thinner of the two mercenaries flanking the door, when Navarre approached. Navarre did not reply, he was busy taking in all of the details of the grandiose door. From its sleek obsidian body to the large mace shaped bronze knocker on the door. The thin mercenary looked to his companion uncertainty, surly the Scarlet Sword was not a mute? Lena would have mentioned that…. Right? "My name is Lycon, and this is Trader. We are here to escort you to Lena?" said the thinner mercenary, placing a hand on Navarre's shoulder. This physical contact seemed to wake Navarre out of his stupor, and for the first time he really looked at Lycon and Trader. They were quite naked, both were dressed in white briefs, covered in hickies, and hand a silver device around their ankles.
"Where are your clothes and what the hell is that around your leg?" questioned Navare.
"Oh this little thing?" Replied Lycon. "It's a device that Lena uses to track us. She needs to know where we are at all times." Seeing the disgusted look on Navarre's face Lyon clarified; "It's for our own protection really, darling." Navarre moved away as Lycon attempted to put his hand in the mercenary's hair.
"And this is kinda like our home uniform. Were not allowed to have any of our gear on us, ya know, in case we go mad and decide to target the boss lady." Trader said, moving behind Navarre and placing both hands on the mercenary's shoulders. "If we need to go out to do jobs, then we get gear but otherwise it's just the briefs."
"You are going to have to lose that red kimono before you see Lena." purred Lycon. "She will want to see everything you got, and I have to say. I would like to see what you're packing as well." Lycon winked.
"Touch me and you'll lose a finger!" Snared Navarre.
"Tsk tsk tsk." Lycon looked to his partner behind the mercenary. "I did not want to do it like this handsome, but you really must strip." Before Navarre realized what was happening, Trader grabbed hold of the mercenary's arms and held them over his head by the wrists. Navarre grunted as he was slammed against the obsidian door.
"RELEASE ME!" Navarre yelled, as Lycon knelt down and began to undo the mercenary's belt. Lycon answered by placing a small wet kiss on the mercenary's navel and continuing to derobe him. Navarre struggled with all of his might against Trader's grip, but his strength was incredible. One by one, clothing articles were discarded. His belt, shoes, and socks were in a neat pile next to Lycon. Navarre flinched as his pants were roughly removed, cold air rushing onto the sensitive areas of his body. Lycon kissed his way up the mercenary's legs, towards his clothed chest. Navarre let out a cry of triumph, as his foot connected with Lycon's stomach and he shoved the aggressor back. Lycon let out a quite girly scream as he fell back onto the hard ground.
Before he could make his move on Trader, Navarre felt his head about to split. There was a loud high-pitched noise, coming from below. Lycon was blowing into a strange pink whistle. Suddenly, dozens of other mercenaries all dressed in briefs and metal anklets began emerging from everywhere. They all grabbed hold of Navarre's limbs and held him still, as Lycon rose to his feet.
"You know darling. I would spank you for kicking me like that. But i'll spare your tight little ass, because I am sure Lena will spank you for me." Lycon continued disrobing Navarre, until he was left completely nude. Navarre felt ridiculous. He was outside, naked, being restrained by a dozen mercenaries, as some fairy attempted to place a metal anklet around his struggling ankle. Finally with the anklet and the white briefs on, Trader put Navarre's hands behind his back and ushered him into the compound.
If Navarre thought the outside of the fort was impressive, it was nothing compared to the inside. The inside of the fort was adorned with gold, high ceilings, chandeliers, and several large fountains. There were mercenaries everywhere, all dressed in the same way. Women had a white cloth tied around their chest and a flowy semi transparent skirt that exposed one entire leg. Men were in just the white briefs. Everyone had the metal bracelet on their leg, and it seemed nobody had any weapons or gear. Coming here was a bad idea. Thought Navarre. Just like Lycon and Trader, everyone here was also covered in hickies. Is this some kind of a sex dungeon?! Navarre did not like this at all, he began to struggle wildly against Trader's iron grip.
"Uh uh uhhh darling." purred Lycon. "You cannot struggle anymore, not since I have this." Lycon lifted a little remote and clicked a button. Immediately an electric shock tore up Navarre's leg, he could feel his muscles twitching as he howled in pain. The surrounding mercenaries glanced at Navarre with blank looks on their faces, and made no attempt to help. Finally Lycon turned off the shock anklet with a cheeky grin. "Did I mention that the anklet was also used to control naughty mercenaries?"
Navarre glared daggers at Lycon, who simply winked back.
"You won't be smiling for long, pretty boy." Navarre snarled. Smiling Lycon simply pressed on his remote again, sending Navarre into another round of agony. This time he rotated the nozzle and increased the intensity of the shock. Navarre began to see dark spots in his vision, and his throat ached from screaming. His muscles felt like they were on fire, but his right ankle was completely numb. Navarre took huge gulps of air, when Lycon finally turned off the shocker. He didn't even flinch when Trader reached over and grasped the mercenary's member, chuckling he said "you were twitching like crazy."
"Shall we continue?" whispered Lycon into the mercenary's ear. Trader released his grip on Navarre's penis and continued to urge him forward. Tired from the pain, Navarre forced one foot in front of the other. He glanced around the compound and noticed something dreadful. The mercenaries were not being treated with respect.. They were all acting like servants, cleaning, cooking, or lounging around waiting for their next assignment. Some mercenaries were actually clothed and carried expensive weapons but these were only ones that were either returning or leaving the fort - probably for a mission.
As they walk, they pass a glass room where inside Navarre sees children being trained by an older looking mercenary - the kids were all in the same demeaning dress code as the adults and by the looks of it were training to be mercenaries when they grew up. They pass through a balcony where Navaare sees stables and stables of the fastest and most expensive horses, mostly stallions and arabians. Finally, they stop in front of a set of huge doors that are being guarded by 2 large albino wolves. They stare at Navarre in the eyes but he doesn't flinch; he just stares back, Lycon comments that Navarre and the wolf have the same eyes. As they enter, the other wolf snaps at Navarre's leg but again he doesn't flinch
They enter the door and it is a large ballroom decorated in a way you would have thought a child lived there. There was a big pink bed, with a canopy around it. Pink curtains on the windows, a huge fluffy pink rug, pink couches that were covered in large plushies, huge glass doors that revealed a private fenced backyard where a pink (most likely dyed) horse trotted around.
"Welcome Navarre dear, long time no see." said a sultry voice from the bed. Lena rose from the bed in a stain nightgown, and ran her hands down the mercenary's chest. "I missed you so very much." Navarre gasped, as she began to suck on the skin between his chest. Leaving a small bruise.
"Who are you?" The mercenary asked tentatively.
"You don't remember me darling?" Lena softly whispers, biting his ear.