Camara: Lady of the Sword - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Gerrold's mouth was bound partially open with two strips of cloth and some well-placed leather plugs. It was expertly done. Try as he might, he couldn't close his mouth completely. Speech was possible since he wasn't truly gagged. It was a little slurred, but understandable.

At last she was alone with her captive. She began her inspection behind his head, circling to his left, hand trailing along his somewhat handsome face, down his neck, then tracing along the left side of his lean and hardened body to his toes. She wore an expression of fondness, tinged with regret.

"Hmmm. So nice. Such a great bod. What a waste."

Starting from his right foot, she followed the mirror image path back to his head, ending by twisting her fingers into his long, curly black locks.

"I wonder where I should start." Pulling out her short knife, she touched it to his nose. "Here, perhaps? You won't need it anymore." Tracing a line with the tip of her knife, she moved it down to his upper lip. "One lip. Maybe the other. You could still speak."

His fear was apparent; from his eyes, from the tension in his body, and from the odour he was emitting. Her look of mild, almost distracted interest and light tone of voice, combined with the hard glint of hatred in those blue eyes, made her seem all the more terrifying.

"No, maybe here instead." She exerted a slight amount of pressure and drew a drop of blood from his right nipple. "I've always found nipples fascinating. Believe it or not, one of my former masters actually collected them. He said they were souvenirs of his past lovers. I guess that's why I had to kill him. He was about to add mine to his collection. He had quite a few pairs, all different looking. Come to think of it, I don't remember seeing any in there that were quite like yours. I've been thinking of adding to his collection, except they'd be from my personal victims. You wouldn't mind donating, would you?" She looked at him - a mild, questioning look was on her face, accompanied by a hint of a smile. Those eyes, though, were terrible to behold.

"No! No! I'll talk! Please!"

"Oh, but I don't have any questions for you right now. You see, I can't trust your answers, so I don't really care what you say. I'm simply going to have myself some fun. You might even find it pleasant, at first. So let's plug up the chatter for a while, shall we?"

She stuffed a couple of rags into his mouth. Talk, for him, was now impossible.

"Now where was I? Oh yes, I was about to add to my nipple collection, wasn't I?"

When her knife was poised to cut, he burst into frantic screams, shaking his head and trying to wiggle away from her blade.

"No? Don't like that idea? Well, maybe it is a bit too messy for right now. Maybe later. Oh, I see something else that might be even better!"

She slid her free hand down his stomach until she could grasp his cock. Pulling it up by the head, she yanked it straight.

"Yes, maybe a limp dick collection would be best. This way I can prove that the biggest pains in the ass always have the smallest cocks. What do you think?" She was smiling now, staring into his eyes, looking like she enjoyed the thought of starting a new hobby.

Her dagger was poised at the base of his cock, ready to slice. Camara watched his fear, listening to his muffled cries for mercy. That man had cost her a number of troops, and two real friends. She wanted to make him suffer, even though he was just another flunky.

"You don't like that idea either? It's so hard to please some people. Well, maybe I've got a better use for it, at least for now. You see, your attacks came at the most inopportune times for me."

Placing her knife back in its sheath, she sat on the edge of the bed and began to toy with his cock and balls with the tip of one finger.

"The problem is that you've got me so frustrated I'm not sure if I want to torture you to death, fuck you to death, or turn you over to William. He'd really *enjoy* getting hold of you, since it was his lover you killed last night. Mind you," Camara paused for a second, a thoughtful look taking over, "she used to be my lover too, so maybe I get first dibs and let him have the leftovers. Hmmm ... decisions, decisions. While I'm making up my mind ..."

All the calm, quiet talk was doing nothing to ease Gerrold's fears. He knew he was staring death in the face, with no weapons to defend himself. Camara hadn't even really nicked him, yet he was more afraid of her touch than he was of her horrific dog. In spite of his fear, he was beginning to respond to her fondling, especially when she started using her lips and tongue on his cock and balls.

At first, all he could feel was her warm breath on his sack. Then she moistened the tip of his cock, watching for his reaction. Using tiny licks, she cleaned off the head of his member, tickling the sides and under the hood. She finally placed the tip in her mouth, continuing her tongue bath, making him squirm in his bonds. He was getting harder. Slowly, moving her head up and down, she began to take more and more of him. When the head of his cock reached the back of her throat, he was quite firm. By that time, her crotch was hot and dripping, moistening her silks.

Sitting back and looking at her handiwork, she was pleased. It was a respectable prick, maybe 7-8 inches long, and fairly thick. Quite suitable by her reckoning. Taking her time, she slid both hands along his stomach and chest, ending up with one hand cradling either side of his head. Lowering her face to his, almost kissing him, she whispered.

"I think I've found a more appropriate use for that thing, at least for now." Kissing him lightly, then running her tongue over his lips, she began to disrobe. After each weapon or article of clothing was removed, she bent over and kissed or sucked some part of him, either lips, ears, neck, nipples, prick, balls, or something. She wore a lot.

By the time she was naked, he was hard as a rock, staring at her great body. She was also sopping wet and steaming, anticipating her fun to come, drawing it out as long as possible.

"You like what you see? Let me give you a guided tour, then, of my special places. First, my face. You notice, no scars, brands, marks, or anything? It cost me a lot to have everything removed and the skin repaired. That healer was most gifted. It was worth the magic sceptre I gave him to get my lovely face back. I am beautiful, don't you think? Most men say I am, but then, they're usually after something..."

"Something like my breasts. Beautiful, and all natural. I've never let a healer do anything to them except remove the scars. Do you like my nipple rings? I had these ones specially made to replace those ugly ones my final master put in. Do you know how much pain can be caused by improper piercing? He practiced on me for ten days before he was happy with the results. It took months for all the extra holes to heal over. I still don't think my nipples feel the same as they did before."

"Then there's my magnificent ass and thighs. I got that same healer to remove all those brands and whip scars from them too. That last late master of mine was really into pain in a big way. As long as it was someone else's, of course. Don't I look wonderful now?"

"Oh, who can forget a woman's most cherished treasure, her pussy. See how bare and hairless I am? Another present from him. Three weeks of acid baths to kill every hair follicle. The pain was indescribable. I hardly even noticed it when he branded my mons with his personal mark. See? Right there? I left it as a reminder. Still, it is something to drool over, isn't it."

"You should have been there when I finally broke free. I spent two full days and nights killing that animal. I still remember it as the most satisfying time of my life. Oooo, all this sexy talk is getting me hotter and hotter. Gerrold, I'm going to take your gag out now. I really hope you don't spoil things by saying anything because I want you to lick my pussy 'til I cum. If you do a good job, I won't cut your tongue out. Nod if you agree, shake if you don't ... want to live any longer. Oh, you're nodding. How nice of you. I'm going to really enjoy this."

She removed his gag, then climbed up and covered his face with her crotch. There wasn't much he could do with those two strips of cloth binding the leather plugs in his mouth, but he did try. He used his tongue to moisten his lips as much as possible, then stuck it out as far as it would go.

It wasn't so much that Camara expected him to get her off with his mouth that she did what she did, it was to get her really worked up for straddling his cock. But, if she did have a climax, she would consider that a bonus.

They worked at it in concert for a while, but with him unable to do any sucking or real tonguing, all it did was get her excited. When she began feeling a bit frustrated, she pulled off and started to slide down towards his cock. It was a bit wilted, but some strong mouthwork and licking brought it back to full mast quickly.

Camara straddled his hips, facing him, and slowly sank onto his erection. "Oh, that feels so good." Eyes closed, she was moaning to herself, ignoring him, concentrating on the feel of that cock sliding up into her vagina. She was so hot and wet he went in easily in one stroke.

It felt so nice having him in there, she just sat for a minute, wiggling a bit to get comfortable, enjoying that just-stuffed sensation. Leaning over, she opened her eyes and nibbled on his lips for a few seconds, then licked his ear. She whispered quietly to him.

"Listen, sweetie, you did a nice job on my pussy. I guess you can keep your tongue, at least for a while. A word of warning, though. When I fuck, I'm serious. If you cum before I do, I swear I'll cut them off and make you eat them. That's a promise. You understand?"

He nodded, afraid to say anything.

"Good boy. Now I'm gonna get my rocks off, so you just stay still and don't say a word."

She sat back up, closing her eyes, enjoying what the movement created - those delicious little ripples of pleasure from deep within. Little else in the world matched the joys of good sex, whether with a man or a woman, at least in her experience. The only possible exception to it could be the feeling she got when in the middle of a battle frenzy. Ten days without any real sex, all because of the man under her, were difficult for Camara, especially when she'd been interrupted several times. If anybody disturbed her, they would be taking their lives in their hands. If he didn't satisfy her, she thought to herself, she might even follow up on her threat.

For a while, all she did was slowly slide up and down on his manhood, enjoying the feel of a nice cock filling her, over and over again. Soon, though, her lust took over, and she began to pound harder and harder onto him, lifting herself almost completely off, then dropping with her whole weight onto his groin. It was wonderful - the sensations from her vagina and clit kept getting stronger and stronger. Soon, she knew, they would trigger an explosion inside, one that would burn away much of the raw lust and tension she felt.

With all the recent aborted sex, and her excitement from the victory and her captive, she didn't take very long to climax, at least the first time. She came hard, the wondrous release of pleasure from her groin flowing through the rest of her body, causing her to grunt and pant in satisfaction, slowing, yet continuing to rise up and slide down.

There was no way she was going to be satisfied after just one, so she growled at Gerrold. "Start fucking me hard, and don't stop until I tell you!" She held herself up, just above his hips, giving him some room to work. Responding with the frenzy of fear, he began driving his hips up at her with a hectic pace. The man was giving her just what she wanted right then - a hard and fast-paced coupling. She reached down with one hand and started rubbing her clit and slot at the same time. The intense feelings from his hard pounding, combined with the sensations coming from her fingerwork, added to the jolts of pleasure from her nipples as her rings bounced up and down, finally sent her into one of her favourite states - a mindless series of orgasms, one after the other, each building on the last, driving her higher and higher until she collapsed in exhaustion.

Too bad Gerrold couldn't hold out long enough for her complete satiation. Half way through he screamed and climaxed, pounding deep inside her and spurting his seed, then going soft and flaccid. Camara slowly came back to herself, realizing that there was no longer a cock inside her, and stopped her masturbation.

"I wasn't finished yet. I WASN'T FINISHED YET! SHIT, YOU'RE USELESS!" Gerrold thought he would be killed there and then. That look of evil hatred in her eyes was horrible.

Sliding off him and standing again, she wiped away the semen dripping down her thighs with the corner of the bed covering. She dried her silks as best she could before putting them on. Slowly re-dressing, she stared at him, first into his eyes, then down at his wet, cum covered dick. He looked terrified. He felt worse than he looked.

"HUMBOLDT, COME IN HERE!" Camara needed her pet wizard for the questioning, since he could tell truth from fiction. He wasn't as good as the potion, since he couldn't force the victim to speak fully and completely, but he was a lot better than nothing.

"My dear sweet wizard, I need a small torch. Do you remember that one I made for the courier from Poldona, the one that did all that yelling? Right, another one just like that."

"You mean, you're going to do THAT? To HIM?"

Gerrold watched Humboldt's face grow pale, his eyes widen in fright, and his hands start to tremble. Gerrold closed his eyes, fervently praying to his gods to get him out of there, to rescue him, or at least let him die quickly, like a warrior.

"Do I have to be here?" Humboldt knew the answer, of course, but he had to ask.

"Of course you do. I still don't have the skills you have for telling truth from fiction. Mind you, things may not get that far, since Gerrold, the poor dear, can still talk. I never realized until afterwards that the courier was lacking a tongue. Poor devil. I almost felt sorry for him."

The torch was a bundle of flattened sticks, tied tightly together, with the centre ones coated in pitch. It would burn for a while, flaming until completely consumed, and produce a fair amount of hot fire.

Camara stripped the bedding out from under Gerrold then placed a number of pieces of plate mail and leather armour under his bottom and between his legs. She was ready to begin.

First, she grabbed Gerrold's testicles and lifted, forcing him to arch his back and lift his bottom up off the bed. Next, she jammed the end of the torch into his rectum, hard, forcing it inside, tearing the skin, drawing some blood and a lot of screaming from her victim. Pushing it in until it was well and truly seated, she let him down again and waited for a few minutes until his cries of agony died down.

"You don't seem to have much of a pain threshold, do you." She lit the end of the torch. Gerrold stared at the flames uncomprehendingly for a few seconds, then burst into a fresh spate of screaming. He quickly dropped into a frantic babble of pleading. She ignored it all for a minute or two, then slapped him across the face, hard, twice.

"Listen good, you bastard. I'll say this just once. I have some questions, and I need answers. I would like you to give me what I need. If you don't, I'll get my favourite treat instead - freshly roasted testicles. You see, for me, this is a win-win situation. I either get answers, or I get two extremely rare and delicious tidbits. Well?"

"I'll talk! I'll TALK! ANYTHING! Ask me, please! Anything, just put out that fire!"

"When we're finished, not before. First, who do you work for?"

"Captain Torres, in Gedren. I've never met him, just his flunkies. He talks to me through a vision crystal. He's an intermediary for some other bigwig. I don't know who, and never asked!"

She glanced at her wizard, who nodded yes.

"Why were you attacking me?"

"Orders. Strictly orders. I have no idea why, other than to stop you from reaching Gedren. Honest!"

Another nod from the Wizard.

"How did you find my camp so easily?"

"Captain Torres told me where it was. That's it. I have no idea where he got the information, just that it was accurate!"

"Where is the teleporter?"

Surprise crossed his face, silencing him for a few seconds. Pain brought him back quickly. "In the supply tent! It's the long, staff-looking thing with the crossbar on one end. It's guarded by runes and traps!"

More nods from the Wizard. Then he asked some questions.

"What does this vision crystal look like?"

"It's over there, on the table, that flat piece of transparent rock with all the magic writing on it. Please, that fire is starting to burn!"

"Do you contact this captain guy, or does he contact you? And when?"

"Once each morning and evening, and he contacts me! PLEASE! IT HURTS!"

Camara nodded at Humboldt, who doused the flame. Gerrold's head fell back and he sighed in relief. He seemed in bad shape, with a sickly grey pallor to his face and his breath rattling noisily in his throat.

Humboldt didn't look much better. He had a thing about pain and bloodshed. Intellectually, it didn't bother him that much, but up close and personal, no matter who's it was, he tended to become quite ill.

"Humboldt, pack up any of the magic gear you think might be useful or valuable, including that crystal thing. Call me if you need my help."

Stepping out of the tent, she ordered Arden to clean up Gerrold and prepare him and the other prisoners for the trek back to camp. He and his rangers began their task.

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The next morning, Gerrold was seated in front of a table. On the table was the vision crystal. Standing away from him, and away from the crystal's gaze, according to Humboldt, were Camara, Lord Verran, Sir William, Humboldt, Deena, and Trieste.

The crystal activated with an eerie, purple-green glow, growing brighter, then darker, the light seemingly sucked into a hole in the centre. From the blackness, new light appeared, shimmering and swirling, coalescing finally into the image of a grey-haired gentleman wearing the tunic of a city captain. The uniform was that of the city of Gedren, where she was headed.

"Gerrold. Gerrold! Why have you moved camp? What happened?"

"Captain. We were attacked last night by Camara. It was difficult, we lost many men, but some of us survived."

The grey-haired gentleman looked away for a moment, mumbled something, listened for an answer, then turned back to the crystal.

"Liar! You should be dead already! No matter, I'm sure Camara will take care of that little problem soon enough. You are now dispensable. If you can, leave. You may survive longer, though I doubt it. I have other plans for that she-demon daughter of a whore-mongering goatherd."

Camara stepped into his field of view. She looked at the captain with a mildly amused expression on her face.

"Hello, Captain Torres. It's nice to see I'm well liked. I look forward to meeting you in person."

A look of shock passed across his face, and he turned grey with terror. No words came out of his flapping jaw, nothing but a high-pitched squeal. Finally he managed to scream the word "NO!" as he reached forward to deactivate the device from his end.

"Interesting. I think he likes me."

"M'Lady," stated Humboldt, "it was easy to trace the direction of the magical link. That man is indeed somewhere in or near Gedren."

"Yes, wearing that uniform and all, and him trying to stop us from getting there, does sort of hint at that, doesn't it. I guess confirmation is valuable, even though it doesn't tell us anything new. Trieste?"

Trieste was one of the newer members of Camara's band. A skilled fighter and thief, she was also well-versed in the softer arts of music, song, dance, and lovemaking. Short for a human, at 4'8", as well as being slender, she had the musculature of a trained acrobat, despite the fact she was approaching her fortieth year. Her fit body was vital in her chosen professions, all of them. She was, to Camara's great disappointment, strictly a man-lover. "Ah well, can't have everything," was M'Lady's private thought on the fighter's preference.

There were few that would call her beautiful because of her hard face, narrow eyes, pointed nose and chin, and thin mouth. Few would be attracted by her body because of its lack of real curves. Most of her customers, when she was active in that part of her life, were those who enjoyed very vigorous physical lovemaking, and there were persistent rumours that the woman, once aroused, was both insatiable and unstoppable. Camara really wished she could test out those rumours.

The reason she was at that meeting, however, had little to do with her skills. She was a former native of Gedren and, through her various professions, knew many of the more important inhabitants, both overt and covert.

"No, I've never met the man. He is wearing the proper uniform for a city captain, but I don't think he is a member of the guard."

Camara raised an eyebrow, so Trieste continued.

"He's not a trained fighter. You can see that in his posture, his limbs, and his reactions. All city guards, including the leaders, are fully trained professionals. That wimp could be rousted by a yearling trainee. He looks more like a minor lordling putting on airs."

"Agreed. Deena, did you get a good enough look at him to be able to track him with your amulet?"

"No. I guess the image isn't enough for these spells to lock onto. I will remember that man though. He reminds me a bit of a leech."

"Nice description. I like it. We'll have a meeting in an hour to discuss plans. Sir William, Gerrold is all yours now. Make sure he is still capable of travelling to Saldar tomorrow morning."

Gerrold started pleading, but was silenced when the back of William's armoured hand knocked him cold.

"Lord Verran," Camara asked, "did any of the other prisoners give us useful information?"

"No, M'Lady. They were all subordinates of Gerrold. They did corroborate his story though."

"Too bad. I wish we had more information on who our friend is and what he wants. Have them sent back to Saldar. King Merovance may find a use for some of them. Humboldt, is that teleporter thing going to do us any good?"

"No, M'Lady. We don't know the proper command words and control gestures to operate the magical device. If we tried, anyone going through could end up underground, high in the air, or inside something. It could be of value to a towered wizard, though. Someone who had the time and resources for researching the artifact would probably pay a fair bit, possibly even trade magic for magic."

"A good thought. At least we'll come out of this encounter with something worthwhile. Too bad that wizard didn't survive the trip here. It would have made a most useful toy. Of course, I'd trade it all and then some to get Briana back. But then again, you already know that, don't you."

Her pet wizard and sometime companion looked her in the eye. "Yes, Camara. I know you would. As would I, and William, and many others in this camp. You are not alone in your pain. She was a great woman."

Lady Camara blinked a few times, then steeled herself. She was not yet ready to indulge in the misery she knew would come.

"Thank you, Humboldt. I keep forgetting that there are others who care around me. You serve me well, both as a wizard, and as a friend."

It was time to break camp and move on towards their objective. They would say their goodbyes that evening before lighting the funeral pyre. Then it would be time for grief.

 

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