The last ride of Mortiss

[Mortiss]

“please, don’t….ah….please….mercy”

*This was the worst nightmare for any young lady, she had seen not only her parents slain in cold blood but also her betrothed, she could not understand why, there seemed to be no logic to the carnage, and now her virgin status was being exploited. She could not move, resistance had failed, she could only pray that it would be over soon. Her clothes had been ripped apart and her fragile naked body was sweating in the heat. Around her the whole village was engulfed in flames, dead bodies lay motionless, the village never stood a chance, the guard were a mere handful of volunteers who had been mowed down by the bull dozer of these bandit scum. The village was not wealthy, just a simple farming community, they did not expect that the infamous ‘Woads’ would strike them. They were mistaken, these bandits did not raid for money, they raided for the sheer thrill of blood, they were mobile and always stayed on the move, this village was unlucky, they happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. The girl looked on in horror at the face of the cause of her misery, though not for long as she could not bare it, she closed her eyes and offered nothing hoping that she would be spared death at least.*

*She felt her breasts being rubbed vigorously, cold dribble fell over her stomach, and a lizard like tongue licked her face. How much longer would sure be forced to endure this? The smell protruding from this barbarian was as if he had not washed his entire life, dirt, sweat, dried blood, wine, it was unbearable to be so close, she felt was being choked, she wanted to be sick but dared not, death would indeed have been a sweet release from her misery but she wanted it to be by her own hand and not give this creature the pleasure of adding another victim to his ever increasing list. After an hour the penetration finally slowed down to a leisurely pace and at long last the torture was over, she felt the weight on her body being lifted, she could now move but she dared not, she dared not even open her eyes, she merely laid there twitching. She could hear the mans awful shriek however as he ordered his fanatical followers around, she could barely make it out but it seemed as though they were leaving. What she really wanted to know was what was to be done with her though, she held her breath, if she could have moved she would have crossed her fingers, she said a silent prayer to the heavens to relive her of this nightmare.*

*This was no fairy tale, this was real, and her nightmare it seemed had only just begun, she was hoisted to her feet roughly by two large hairy naked men covered in blue war paint who stank almost as badly as her debaucher. They gripped her arms and dragged her just outside of the now destroyed village and thrown into mobile wooden cage on the back of a horse drawn cart. The thugs laughed as they saw her squirming in terror, she wanted to shout out but could find no words, the brutes spat at her threw the bars and then began to lead the wagon away, she could only look on as her whole world was slowly decaying in the fire. What she had been taken for she did not know, she did not want to know, her only thoughts now were for her deceased family and fiancé who had died coldly and without reason or motive. Escape seemed impossible, she prayed once more to the heavens that had betrayed her for hero to save her from this torment.*

To be continued………….

[Mortiss]

*She was too scared to sleep, with desperation she tried to keep her eyes open but her exhaustion was too much and she could not help but drift off into slumber. She awoke abruptly as a pewter mug of beer was tossed into her face though her prison bars. She wiped her face and spluttered and for a brief moment she had forgotten her peril, she was soon reminded of it when she saw a large bearded brute perversely staring at her. She crawled as far away as her cage would allow and tried to cover herself with her hands, though this was not easy as she was completely naked. The thug merely laughed and tossed through her bars a leg of meat, she had no idea what it was and it seemed rather raw, she did not eat it, she would have rather starved to death. The Woad did not take kindly to her refusal and he shouted out to his commander in a harsh unforgiving tone*

“Chief! The whore refuses to eat!”

“THEN LET HER STARVE!”

*The Woad walked away angrily and joined his companions around a huge fire that had been set up with strange creatures roasting on spits. She could not quite make out what it was they were cooking but it seemed human shape, she gasped in disgust, they were indeed cooking and eating people. She looked at the leg of meat given to her and she tossed it out of her cage, she felt like she was going to be sick. She still had no idea why she had been kept alive, was it for their mere amusement? As she examined the camp her heart sank even further, there were hundreds of Barbarian warriors, all with long scraggly hair and big beards with their distinctive blue war paint splattered about their bodies. Her village never stood a chance against these animals, and the chances of her being rescued seemed slight at best, Wei it seemed had forsaken her. She tried to spot their chief but all she saw of him was a shadow and red bloodshot eyes that even in the dark were clearly visible, this shadow did not seem human. After their feast of human flesh and insane amounts of beer they began to sing war chants, at least that’s what she thought they were, the horrible shrieking could have been anything, this kept her awake and it was not until the sun came out that the hoard ceased their binge and went to sleep.*

*It was at least midday before the bandits began moving again, they looked a little worse for ware, many were holding their heads having drunk far too much the night before. It was then that she first got a good look at their leader as he went around his men kicking them in their chests to wake them up. She was surprised to learn of his small stature, compared to his followers he was tiny, though she could see his athletic physique, he was clearly strong and the way in which his men feared him suggested to her that he was a dangerous and deadly man, if you could call him a man. He showed off his bare chest like all of the Woads and decorated his body in the same blue war paint, he was covered in scars some of which seemed near fatal, he wore a filthy rag that was tied together with pins to cover his legs, but it was his face that fascinated her most, he kept it hidden beneath his dirty dread locked hair. She then recognised him for who he was, was this fiend Mortiss? She had heard the tales of his misdeeds, he had once been a Wei officer, one of their most prized possessions, he had been at the front lines of all their battles, his methods were brutal and he took delight in causing as much pain and misery as possible. This maniac was the caused of her distress, he had ordered her village to be burnt and plundered, he had killed her parents and lover, and he had exploited her virginity. She hated him, she took a silent oath that so long as she had breath in her body she would make him suffer as she had suffered. Her chance would come soon, for Mortiss was a plague upon the Wei Empire, a cure would soon reveal itself.*


To be continued.....