Our Flag Still Flies – War of Rebellion –
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More Robin tormenting and Tara gets…. confused and angry like in the show. If both were Slade's property. Find out! Gang bang in this so please read, with caution! Military stuff like this is in bad taste but the General is just…a really bad man.
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Part Thirteen: Unlucky Life and Livelihoods
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The General had him come to a function and sit afterwards to be a singular statue beside the man. Clad in faux metals and buttons of a lower rank than even Grant, Richard ignored the few times he had to want to scratch his ear or that the cold air in the room of Bluddbechia making his nose run. He just stayed there and waited, waiting as the many other chancellors and minds of chaos to this city came together to plan the downfall of its safety and freedoms. In Gotemiln, Richard only prayed that someone was there protecting it. He waited as the last of the guests filed in, including Alexikov with his hound, Jade. She was coming along in her pregnancy, the room staring as she ignored the leers of some of the less humble of characters clad in armor and fine fabrics.
"The council's constituents will now review today's affairs regarding, the outside wall."
The wall, a place bent on uniting for all of the wrong reasons. The Court could only stand by as they had one scout in the room to record the General's feat. "Bluddbechia has been told it may prosper without the patriarch by an unknown messenger."
Alexikov scoffed as Wintergreen read aloud from his reports.
"No doubt from Gotemiln. The city is the birthplace of rebels and killers alike." Alexi didn't bother to leave his sights from Harper's wife. How it burned the brat, possibly. He mocked a grin while a few others in the room; Sir Nygmatis of Gotemiln, a shady fellow that worked on the war machines provided to end the war and start it with neighboring cities. "I say, would there may haps be a rebellion that…oh, could topple out resolve should it fester? Perhaps then, Blud is only the first to save the ones responsible by being the shield to our true enemy."
"I believe this ruse; this cover is real." Slade looked to Richard who swallowed on cue. "Knowing the rebels, the traitors, they will stop at nothing to make us think to look the other direction. Even in Jumperei if they ever can find a leader to talk sense into those who think it a fairy tale, we should be ever vigilant."
Alexi groomed his chin at the boy's words. "My, my…your servant deserves half of your chair for that lovely sentiment. I think he should."
Jade looked on as unabashed by their agreement, Richard plopped himself into the General's lap, gasps and nail biters all wondering if the Court would come after them for having pets in the building without a permit. "Actually, I have one operative with Commander Rosa and Lieutenant Grant of the Ravagers to drag out the ones in hiding. Should they tempt our forces." The General Gripped the teenager's arm as his fingers dug into the boy with his eyes on the prize of new revolution on the home front. "We won't retreat, we will wipe out those to dare oppose our way of life. There is but one. War, conquest, and survival of the strongest left to face their punishment."
The one to rush into the fires was Tara, as they had named her. She was told to sit and stay just as a dog, yet the General praised her often in the beginning. As slowly, she began to crave that affection. That was nearly a month ago when Richard had given his first kiss and tongue to a man in the war seat. Now, it was nuances and small smacks around the compound. While at a time, behind closed doors…Richard had not let his spirit be broken.
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He came out of the room to get a drink. Thirst on his tongue after sucking out the man's seed into his stomach. The man was passed out plenty, rather enjoying the view from the seat he was left to with so many witnesses, earlier than day. Just, perfect. The way it could be. Richard sniffled and reached for a small covering as he went in his pants and ripped top to find the kitchen's facilities. To guess any less of who lived in this base, Tara walked in her unearthly white nightgown as a ghost down the halls. They bumped heads from time to time, yet Richard had come to see clearly her jealousy. How Slade did awful things to him, but never her. How she'd been seduced by the guards before, but never the man that had taken her from her lost home and country. She'd sworn to take it back once, yet it took little to change the girl she once was. In a month, a deadly force as she stared at him and began to speak quite rudely back. Defensively, as Richard pulled the knotted blanket around himself to cut out the cold of this site he was trapped within to wander. Never finding an exit, not without his master.
"Did you have to walk beside me to the same place? Don't you have some cock to warm or whatever boys like you are good for?" She was no better, so he ignored the hint that she was just a bully. Her trauma was like his, so maybe….
"I'm just thirsty for a glass of water, that is it. Really."
"Of course you are, pretty boy." She sneered and kept walking, his feet scuffing the floor and padding behind her. "Well, why are you up so late at this hour? Did you not have a curfew of sorts as well?"
"I'm not kept, I keep myself." She shot at him in the dim lighting of the doorway. "Serve yourself, yet after, we must return." She hugged her arms to her chest as Richard saw the pitcher and took as he wanted out to the well. When he had returned, it was full enough so he offered her a glass. She went to gather her share and they drank together, in only a second as she'd found something much more of value than a silly cup of water.
"Robin." She had in her hand a flask or two and a glass vessel. Richard put his glass down and tried to deny they had a shot of taking that chance to get piss drunk in the home of their keeper. "No, I want that gone."
"It will be." She grinned. "You and I shall toast to bygones. Tomorrow is a raid on "the wall." She proclaimed to high and mighty, disassociating herself with the pain of being a weapon. While, what was Richard but a pretty mistress of lower value?
"The wall isn't where they will strike." Richard frowned as she shoved the glass into his hand, popping the cork in the other with her inhuman strength and ability to work on wood as well as fine dirt. "We'll not be trying one location. Why would the General not tie up loose ends in his faction? This IS his city!" She tipped her head back as the cooling burn was thankfully not red in color. Richard wouldn't dare die today. A simple white variety with as much as kick on glass three as the two giggled and made fun of their circumstances. Tara even sounded alive as her cheeks grew red and face full of life like in her childhood. "Mother used to tell me about the men she'd been fortunate enough to meet. She even believed that my father was never her betrothed, that I was still royal despite what the council would say about us being an unclean family of monsters…she had the power to sooth the wicked, is all I know…." Tara smiled at the ceiling as Richard felt the fuzzy whimsy of his strong senses wane, in and out.
"The man who raised me as a child was also a fan of not keeping his children's faces well known. There is even a secret love child that I've yet to find. He's far too little I bet." Richard took a new sip and swigged it as if his blood meant nothing to him. Shirt to the side, his skin flushed crimson.
"Wayne, I have heard of you too." Tara looked to his face as Robin shook his head. "The General seems to know most my life and livelihood before coming into the family's home. He even knew my birth name. Could the Court be responsible for his rise to power? Will you not return to Markovlia and…. take back the throne for good?"
She put down her glass and stared into an abysmal blank space across the floor from her two slippery feet. "I would rather never return. Wouldn't you?"
Richard stared at the hazy eyed teen. "Why?" He tried to keep his voice lowered. "This place is a slave ship, and we are living in chains on it. You would die for a chance as I would to leave outside those walls in peace. A state of mind I have to leave right now."
"If you do." Tara took to her glass and examined the remaining contents with a brief pause. "The General will still act and destroy your little party outside of the city. "If Gotemiln is no paradise for thee, so be it shall she crumble upon the breast of our sworn Lady liberty." She took a strong swig and crinkled her nose up. "The General is shielding us and, who knows? If you play your role as his pillow and confidant in the war room, you may get your wish."
Darkly, Richard pumped his fists. Unamused by how she treated this rebellion like a joke, her growled and stormed away. She just nursed her new glass and prepared to have marks along her face by how the lounge seat was anything but a pillow to a fallen princess.
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Richard found the doorways to the kitchen, the quarters above it housing soldiers of the man's armed forces. If he could get outside from the compound if he could find a way to send a message via the waves or by a letter…there were less options to choose from as Slade could very well be up. He sprang for the locked door, only to find it unlocked to his disbelief. The man used no form of caution. None whatsoever, as the unstable teenager found his way to another set of doors. Doors to the outside at night.
The guards were not guards, but large and alert dogs. The kind with clipped ears and a bad temper; Richard recalled his run in with a pup as a boy. The puppy had three legs and the sweetest grin – if dogs ever grinned. Alfred had tried to assess the situation with his father…. but…in the end…
The gun was pointed at the weak and innocent. These dogs didn't know what he was capable of as Richard used every ounce of his Will to avoid attracting their sniffers in his direction. A growl rumbled from a grey pit bull's throat as Richard picked up his walking. A bit faster, the dog started and snapped out a bark. Two, then three. Then non – stop. With that, more dogs were alerted as drills during a fire in the city. "All soldiers. Stand by for the General."
He was there, and then a whistle sharp and loud took Richard's eyes off of his escape path. Boots tapped the dirt as Richard flew out towards the gates, shaking them with all of his might before trying to scale up. The closest dogs nipped at his ankles and pulled at his clothing until it tore. He dragged himself up, yet a feeling of leather to his leg then another hand pulled, prying him from the bars as Richard's protests became more vocal than the barking dogs. Foaming at the mouth in a frenzy, Slade used the whistle again as the dogs backed down. The man was one for not beating them he could tell. Not unless he had to, as the teenager's jaw was gripped. Teeth caught in a lock as the many guards all dragged him to what looked like the quarters of some rookie recruits.
"Set him on the floor, hold him there. Good." Slade had a crop in hand as he raised up the kid's chin to look at him. "You tried to leave all on your own. But this is your home now, Richard."
"No…no it isn't. General-
"If this is about how you were treated before, it was a necessary statement. The ones I work alongside had to know that you'll know your place." The man hissed, dropping the kid's chin as he moved away, fingers up as if to snap them. For he was about to be guessed right for once.
"Your behavior will not be tolerated. My soldiers don't need to babysit a former son of a lord. They need to know you won't defect if have others to do the same. Which is why, they'll be offered something rather pleasant to keep your silence."
"S…. silence…NO, I won't stay quiet! YOU INTEND TO MASSACRE YOUR OWN PEOPLE !"
"Whatever you might have heard, you won't be repeating a word of it outside these walls. Take him. Make sure you do as I instruct. Have fun." The General walked off as the door locked up. Richard squirmed as the group of soldiers were cult like. They leered at him and let their hands wander. "The General wants you ta' remember this, brat…"
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Cocks bobbed down his throat that burned to stretch; his jaw widened as his lips were wrenched open to accommodate the messy, sloppy mass of putrid flesh of some sobering man – child to the General's squadron. Richard was hoisted up as his legs were bent, flushed as he was while his sleep outfit was stripped and tossed to the side of the cold room. Richard shivered as a blunt tip pressed at his opening. They cajoled, oohing at his reaction. That a master tactical advisor had already broken in this young buck of a boy.
"You were never in any armies, were ya kiddo? Call this your initiation. After this, we'll all be like brothers. You can even suck my cock at MY funeral…how about that?"
"He twitches like a dame! Ha!"
The insults were a whirlwind that held the son of Wayne down, stripped away any protection as they took. No worse than any killer from the outskirts. No less than any delegate with a filthy secret to hoard. "Will the whore moan, ya think if we peg him here too?"
"I wanna see it!"
The man in his ass found the teenager's throat again, lips already swollen as more cum later landed across his priceless reflection. Even then, they fucked him and tried to keep up that bravado. His tears meant nothing. His wails were useless.
"Once more, let's christen the bitch, boys!"
The last spill was enough to have the boy in black feel even more lost in his haze of sexual assaults to come. He was permitted to be punished.
~ Gods…. would this ever –
Richard was laid to the bate floor as he heaved up the liquid that he's drunken.
Tara. All of what he was supposed to do. Korina, his friends….
"What a lightweight. Should we get him drunk, again? Have a do over?"
The ones that were still randy took their time. Slowly stroking themselves and painting this canvas of a boy with their seed, by near morning the General returned to retrieve his pet. His slave of the cloth. Its oath. Forever visible as a brand would be next to measure that sense of ownership that Cobb would never have.
"Well done. He's very docile now. I am rather impressed you managed to keep your faces straight around that bitch." The monster purred. "There will be extra time later to rest and make fools of yourselves. Have yourselves that time now, to repeat and ease into your skins. Your next job…. will be in the next four hours."
Scooping up the boy in an extra sheet by the bed of some lonely soldier, he took the young son out of the dark and back into his bed. Back to rest, and to reflect on what was to be expected of his role from now on.
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