Camp Trophy

Camp Trophy

For eight days and seven nights Iyana had been used by a large group of bandit mercenaries. She had been taken captive when they had raided a small trading outpost while Garah and Jhase were away meeting an old friend. During the day they allowed her to sleep for less than an hour at a time before she was forced to pleasure another eager member of the bandit hoard. At night she was passed around like a bottle of spirits or chained to a post like an animal, as a line of her captors queued their turn with her. She fought them off when she could, however after a few days simply gave in to the treatment as extreme exhaustion crept over her. Rest is what she needed if she ever wanted to harbor a chance of escaping. However the constant rotation of eager men in and out of her prevented all hope of proper rejuvenation of her ability.

It was after a her third escape attempt Iyana was left in a filthy tent her ankles shackled high above a pole connected to one another by a chain. Leaving her in a cruel position which left her box wide open. The pearl of her sex was left swollen and tender, the remnants of the last few men dripping out of her to pool on the dirty floor. the over sized leather gag in her mouth made her jaw feel as if it were on fire. Her eyes fluttered open as she heard the raucous banter of yet another group heading her way. Her breathing began to hasten and pick up as they drew ever closer. She hated the fact that her sexual conditioning had her thoughts and body encouraging the brutes. The constant sexual stimulation triggered multiple orgasms that left her a sexually spent mess.

"I won the toss you bunch of mud pissers I get the whore first" said the first man to step to her. He was one she recognized as the second in command to the captain of the group. "You ready for anotha round you elven bitch" he spat in her face, as he wasted little time slamming fully to the hilt into her. Iyana sucked her breath in through the gag as he began pumping in and out her with forceful vigor. He clamped his meaty hands onto her legs as he shuddered and spent himself inside her. "By the gods this sluts poon stays soaking wet even after being a filthy jizz bucket for all this time", he yelled out to his mates. They laughed but Iyana closed her eyes as the flood of intoxicating wave of climax subsided, leaving fuming the truth of the matter that she was deeply aroused and yearning for another.

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Garah and Jhase peered over a cascading verdant ridge as a pillar of smoke rising from the large encampment below gave sign to the end of their chase.

"How many" Jhase asked to the skilled tracker, breaking his characteristically silent nature.

"From the tracks and information we gathered. Far more than the two of us are capable of neutralizing" Garah spat with irritation, "but if Iyana is down there, then we go."

Jhase gave a grim nod.

"However, they don't know we are here and from the looks of the outlining camp tents they seem to be taking rest. Which means we can sneak in near some of the camp followers and work our way in from there and with any luck work our way back out". Garah started doing a check of all his gear.

"What about Captain Thorne?" Jhase asked flatly.

"Depends on a few factors. If he has his pet mage with him, do not engage him. Although if Iyana is anything but alive I will gut him slow and deep before being blasted by the damn hedge wizard regardless. But in any case we are here to get Blue out of there." Garah took another long look at the camp below.

"You sure our mounts will be okay unattended?"

"Yes" Garah said with a smirk. "Just try and not get pegged by one of those crossbows they're so fond of. I can't carry two of you back. I'd have to drag you.

Jhase gave a small smile but didn't turn around to give his friend the satisfaction.

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A roaring fire was set for the evening's festivities as Iyana groaned awake in a large tent. Her mouth throbbing sore from having been stuffed like a roasted pig with an apple in her mouth, but in her case a leather ball gag. She tugged at a heavy chain that they had tethered her to by the ankles leaving her barefoot. A bucket of water was near enough to her that she hungrily dove her hands in and began drinking, after which she scrubbed some of the filth and dried seed from her body. The noises and voices around her were thunderous as there seemed to be more people there than she had previously thought, the shadows of those outside danced as angry phantoms to her. She didn't know how long she had been asleep but for a moment a flicker of hope sparked as she concentrated and produced a flicker of a spark from her broken and faded polished fingernail. A smile crept to the side of her mouth but was quickly removed as the flap to the tent door whipped open violently.

"There's the whore." barked a gnarly old bandit with a shaved head with enough tattoos atop it to be mistaken for hair. "On your knees you cum bucket, like the dog your are, you sorcerous bitch."

Iyana played along meekly, positioning herself as he ordered her face down and ass high and exposed in the air. She had to pick the right moment to make her move lest the spell fizzle, and more bandits come to have there way with her or some other unforeseen factor. The drunken bandit peeled off his dirty trousers that fell to ground along with the heavy clank of his sword belt buckle. He gruffly grabbed her by the hips and crassly stuck two fingers deep inside her. She sucked in a breath between clenched teeth as she felt his fingers probing inside her and like all the times before she was still wet from her own conditioning. A flutter of dread excitement, mixed with terrifying pleasure and stirred with shaming regret began to roil in Iyana's mind as he mounted her. She could sense her own climax building as his thrusts became more rapid and forceful.

"Yes! Yes!" escaped Iyana's lips as she pushed back on the bandit.

"Thats a good whore" the bandit panted as he slapped her ass cheeks with both hands. "Best fuck, this side of Tarnished Bay."

"Faster, faster, faster, come on! Harder, harder!" The sorceress exclaimed, now with the full blindness of her climax cresting.

The bandit clawed a handful of Iyana's blue locks and shuddered violently, just as she let out a moan that was both breathless and howling with ecstasy.

A low whistle escaped the bandits lips as he wiped the sweat from his bald head. "You will indeed a fetch a fair amount of coin in the market, you blasted she-devil." He gave her ass another slap that was answered with a deep moan from the captive slave. Iyana remained on her elbows with her ass high in the air as seed dripped from her like honey cut from the comb. The bandit was buckling his sword belt when a cold breeze blew the tent flap open and revealed a short figure with a menacing glare.

The bandits face turned ashen. "I..I..didn't know she was here for you boss", he stammered.

"Leave now and I won't incinerate you ash or have you hanged and fed to the hounds." The figure at the opening said cruelly. The bandit hurried out if the tent bowing and scraping on his way out, apologizing to the small man who could easily back up his threats.

"Now that we are alone my little sorceress whore. I've brought your garments for this evenings festivities". The short wizard tossed Iyana's heeled shoes and a leather collar with attached leash on the ground.

Iyana turned to face the sneering little man. "Vander! How could you be trusted?"

"Ah ah ah, none of that", he cut her off and moved his hand in a quick measured gesture, after which Iyana's voice was without sound. "Ah that's better now let's put your mouth to better use shall we."

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Jhase had a soft step as he stealthily approached a tree stand where a sentry stood guard near the perimeter of the bandit camp. The sun had set half an hour ago by the time the nimble monk made it within fifty yards of the guard stand. Jhase could smell the pungent aroma of pipe smoke as he neared his target. He snuck his way to the dead husk of a fallen oak and slowly gambled a glance at the sentry.

The shadows had grown thick with the oncoming twilight making his approach less of a chore. However his next task of trying to ascend the stand undetected was going to prove a challenge. He tightened the climbing claws around his hands as he began his final approach to his target. The air felt still as he reached the tree that held the watch stand and began to climb, slowly and silently.

The sentry coughed and dumped ashes off the side of the stand, tapping his pipe to get all of it out. Jhase flattened against the tree as ashes rained down on him like dirty snow flakes. He reached the trap door where for the rope ladder and cracked it a sliver to get eyes on the unsuspecting man. Jhase pulled away just in time as the man sat up and turned in his direction. A heartbeat later, the monk burst through the trapdoor and lunged at the sentry who was so caught off guard he barely made a scream as he plummeted earthward and landed with a thud.

Jhase looked down to see that the camp didn't stir and gave an all bird whistle to Garah. The monk disabled the signal alarm then kicked the rope ladder down and descended.

Garah approached with a his bow in one hand, low to the ground and crouched near the body of the fallen guard.

"That took long enough," Garah quipped.

Jhase gave a face that said, "piss off".

"Alright, almost there..." before Garah could finish his sentence he snapped two arrows in quick order over Jhase's shoulder. One struck deeply into a tree and the other found its mark in throat of crossbow-wielding sentry taking aim at the monk's backside.

"We should get going before another wandering sentry finds them and sets the alarms."

The monk nodded and they made their way toward the fires of the bandit camp. Sneaking in the darkness like wolves through timber, they encountered the outermost camp tent. They ducked behind an empty wagon and observed from hiding.

"The bastards will probably keep the captives nearest the command tents." Garah spoke softly and slung his bow upon his back and drew his long knife. "If you have to silence any of them, make sure they don't get back up". He flipped the hood of his dark grey travel cloak over his head and pulled a dark scarf over his mouth, leaving only his keen eyes exposed.

Jhase took the opposite side, tightening his tunic belt, and shed his brown travelling cloak, rolling it up in a bundle behind his back. He cracked his knuckles, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"You sure they will get your message?" Garah added.

"The instructions were very clear", Jhase replied.

"Well, let us go to work shall we," Garah said with low tone.

The two set out to find their companion amongst the hive of killers.

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Vander shuffled through the crowd with a satisfied superior grin on his face as he led Iyana through the camp. As they passed, Iyana saw the faces of nearly everyone that had taken her. She lowered her tearful gaze and shuffled with her face down. A rough yank on the leash forced her head back up, as she was instructed.

Arriving at the large officer's tent, Vander led Iyana inside. She shivered, not from the temperature of the room nor a hedge wizard's spell. The presence of Captain Thorne was enough to freeze a hot summer day. The man sat in modest accommodations given his station. He was speaking with two attendants in hushed tones that Iyana couldn't make out.

Vander cleared his throat loudly.

"Dismissed", Thorne spat with practiced authority as he saw what awaited him. The two attendants quickly grabbed a few things from the table they were gathered around and left.

Throne stood straight as a board with arms crossed and a the deep impressions of a scowl across his brow line even now when it was passive. "Vander you may come back in a quarter. I won't be long with her, as I have other business to attend."

Vander gave a slight bow and dropped the leash to the ground and left.

"Stand up", he said to Iyana when they were alone.

She locked her blue eyes with the dark pits of his. He appraised her as she stood naked in only her heeled shoes and a collar. She could feel her heart thumping through her chest when he slowly approached.

A grin managed to escape his disciplined face when he slid his palm over Iyana's chest and brushed her hair back over the shoulder, revealing what she was so poorly trying to conceal.

"Do not fear my dear, I promise I'll be gentle", he whispered into her ear.

Iyana winced as the words sputtered into her ears and nearly broke her concentration on the spell she had in mind. She decided to turn the tables on the Captain to get the last component she required. Her composure changed as her she formed her next move. "Dear captain I have been in the presence of Kings and Emperors. I have been groomed to serve their every wish and cruel desire. What you chose to do is nothing I fear, but would gratefully enjoy." Iyana looked him up and down as she lifted her hand to cup his face.

"Is that so", he replied glibly.

"Mm-hmm", she said with demure smirk.

She felt his hands upon her.

Now was her chance. As quick as a speckled asp she plucked several eyelashes from Captain Thorne with her cupped hand. The reaction from the captain was predictable as Iyana ducked a swipe from his right hand, but she was nimble enough to roll away as his left leg sprung out to kick.

"You sorcerous bitch I'll skin you alive!" Thorne growled as he winced from the sting and held one hand to his eye.

Iyana remained crouching and spit something from her mouth and quickly pressed the eyelashes into it. "Ta ta captain, we will meet again!", she said before speaking the incantation for a spell of invisibility. "Then I will show you what it's like to be the camp trophy!" Her voice came from an empty space in the tent.

"Vander!!!" Thorne cried. He rushed to the space Iyana had last been and drew his sword. He swung at empty air and spat another curse. "Blasted little witch".

Vander ran through the tent entrance, red faced from the exertion, and assessed the situation. "By the hells how did she get away?"

"You said she couldn't use any of her spellcraft!" Thorne complained. Then he called for his men.

Two men entered in a panic. "We got trouble captain", the first man said.

"Sentries on the outer perimeter were found and..." Before the second man could give his report, a deafening explosion shook the command tent as pieces of debris torn holes throughout it.

"Man your squads and sound the alarm! We are under attack!" Captain Thorne barked.

"If this is what I think it is, I have an idea captain", Vander said. "We haven't much time."

The two stormed out as a swirl of activity spread amongst the camp.

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Garah dragged the motionless body of the third man he had silenced as he made his way through the slave tents. He had found over a dozen captives, none of them Iyana, and only one able enough to tell him anything useful. The slave was a deserter from Captain Thorne's and had been nearly starved to death and was eager to tell Garah what he could in exchange for a promise of retribution. The slave told him where Iyana was being kept and saw how she has been treated. The details only served to fuel the monstrous anger inside him.

After Garah released the captives, he told them which direction was the nearest settlement and told them to run.

Jhase appeared, sweating and filthy, with a few scrapes upon his brow.

"Well you've looked better", Garah said glibly.

"Dogs are asleep", was calm Jhase's reply.

They checked another tent that had a few crates and clay pots. "Jhase look at this."

"Ever-ember oil", the monk said. "Let us put it to good use, shall we."

In a matter of moments the two set the cache of oil ablaze and rushed out of the tent before a massive blast erupted, that shook the camp.

"Well that ought to get their attention" Garah said rougely, "Come on I know where Iyana is being kept".

Jhase nodded and followed, sticking to the shadows of the chaotic camp.

The bandits seemed to be gathering on their outer perimeter preparing for some kind of counter attack. Garah thought to toss a few coins into a shrine of the goddess of good fortune the mission was going well. Almost to well.

Garah and Jhase crept silently to their destination, and beheld the sight of Iyana. She was bound to a pole in the center of the large tent. Her legs were tied above her head around a solid pole that held a rickety remnant of a table where her hands and been bound on each side. Creamy splatters adorned her skin, glistening in the campfire lights, and dribbled from inside her, creating a wet patch in the dirt. She looked exhausted and her eyes were closed. The camp trophy had been fully used but she was alive.

"Fungus eating whoreson bastards", Garah spat. "Jhase I am going to go cut her loose, it seems that all is clear we don't have much time."

A nod was all the silent monk gave in acknowledgement.

Garah raced to free Iyana, but as he reached her, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He cursed under his breath at the illusion that he thought was Iyana disappeared like steam into the air.

"Hold it right there thieving scum!" boomed the commanding voice of Captain Thorne.

"We have one. The other companion cannot be far", said Vander as he produced a slender blue wand from the sleeve of his robe. "See, I told you it would work."

Garah saw the two men on the other side of the tent, and a small squad of crossbowmen emerging from the shadows beyond them.

"Where is she", Garah asked, stalling for time.

"We fed that blue-haired bitch to hounds two days ago, after my men thoroughly had their fill of her." Captain Thorne drew his sword as he grinned in triumph. "I'll put your head on a spike along with your companion." He pointed with his sword, "Fire on my mark."

Garah had no cover, and his only option was to rush them and hope they would not fire if their commander was in danger of being shot. He snuck a glance where he had left Jhase, but the monk was not there. Garah took a quick breath and charged.

"Fire!!" Captain Thorne yelled, as the charging intruder closed ground.

To his surprise no bolts flew and he was quickly parrying a vicious swing. "Vander, do something!"

Vander pointed his wand at Garah, but from the shadows, a hand from Jhase struck the small man's arm. The wand fell to the ground as the little wizard let out a howl in pain then fainted. Jhase sprung toward the surprised firing squad, just as he noticed an odd movement through the dirt.

The five crossbowmen looked perplexed as the strings from their crossbows snapped just as they tried to fire. The quick guards threw down the broken crossbows and attempted to flank Garah as he pressed his attack with the Captain. The slower guards were engaged by an angry monk with hands that hit like granite.

Garah dodged a swipe from one and a chop from another, then deflected an attack from Thorne. Garah lunged and slashed at the two crossbowmen who had flanked him while Thorne stepped back.

"Don't run Captain!" Garah said as he closed with one opponent and buried his knife deep into a seam in the guard's leather cuirass. He spun and decapitated the other man with a backhanded slice. The guard's tongue wagged out of his mouth in disbelief as his body fell into a pile.

Captain Thorne grumbled and advanced again with a vicious attack that caught Garah off guard.

Jhase kicked one guard hard enough that he collapsed and then brought his knee into the mouth of another guard, making him spit out sprinkle of teeth. The monk lodged a fan of throwing darts that were impressively deflected by Thorne.

The Captain swiped at the agile monk and then sung around at Garah, who had him flanked.

"Seems the odds have changed in our favor." Garah said with little humor.

"Surrender Captain, while you still have teeth!" added Jhase.

"You think you can come into my camp, steal my property and then threaten me!?" Thorne said with malice. "You arrogant fools, my men will be here any moment..."

Thorne was cut short as the pale azure wand that Vander previously wielded floated into the air. The wand discharged at Thorne, with a whooshing wintering gust of cold, and began to quickly freeze the Captain, encasing nearly all of him in ice. A moment later, a nearly naked Iyana materialized out the night air holding the magic wand.

"Iyana!" both Garah and Jhase exclaimed.

"You deceitful whoring bitch I should've..." were the last words muttered by Captain Thorne, as Iyana expended the rest of the wand energy and encased him entirely in ice.

Garah went to embrace Iyana, and she fell into his arms. "Sorry it took so long", he said.

"She's out" Jhase said. "Now we should be going, with haste!"

"Agreed. Here take her", Garah said, handing Iyana to Jhase. "I have one more chore to do", he looked down at the unconscious hedge wizard.

And then they were off. The sounds of horns blew in the distance, as they made their way out of the camp. The bandits began to flee, knowing who the horns belonged to, and paid no attention to the two men carrying someone wrapped in a cloak. Another quarter hour, and the camp was behind them. Another quarter hour, they were riding away. Iyana slept the entire journey back.

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Three days passed before Iyana finally stretched awake, yawning and ensconced in a long oversized night gown. She could hear the sounds of familiar voices beyond the only door in the small room. The cozy room she found herself in was full with the sweet smell of flowers. The vase was by a window which overlooked a cobbled street that bustled with villagers. She took notice of a wash basin and a her clothes folded nicely on a small table in the corner.

She sniffed at herself and wrinkled her nose. "Well that certainly won't do." She shed the nightgown and began to clean herself at the wash basin. As her back was turned she heard the door creak open.

"Oh you're awake", came from the calm voice of Jhase. "I'll send for some food at once." He stole a glance at her bare flesh and then closed the door before she could turn and say anything. "I'll send Garah up once he has returned", he said from behind the door.

Iyana smirked at the monk, who she knew indulged in a guilty pleasure. She took her time, and was finishing getting dressed when a knock came at the door. "Enter", she said lacing up her heeled sandals.

Jhase entered with a tray containing hot stew, bread, and a pot of yellow leaf tea. "Are you feeling up to a visitor?", the bookish monk said folding his arms into his sleeves.

"Who is it?", she said, as she sat and began to eat.

"A very old friend", Jhase said as he stepped aside of doorway.

Entering the room was a golden haired, fair skinned elf, garbed in a verdant tunic over twinkling loose swaying chainmail. He smiled warmly and was bearing a small package wrapped with a silver bow.

"Quil", Iyana screamed and leapt at him, pressing her ample bosom against his chest, with a warm hug.

"It is good to see you as well my friend", the blonde elf said with a smile, as he recomposed himself. "I wanted to check on you before my company headed back out toward the plains of Silvermoor. You look to be doing well... considering things." The last part Quil said with a bit of a lump in his throat. "However I am pleased that you are still as beautiful as I remember from our adventuring days", he blushed slightly. Then he cleared his throat and stepped back, placing the small box in Iyana's hands. "Well my friend, I hadn't expected you to be stirring, and I apologize our meeting has to be so brief, but I have urgent business to attend and must be off. I'm glad my company was able to overrun those brigands that held you."

Iyana held the box with one hand and embraced him again, and thanked him in his language. She whispered something else in the elven tongue, to his ear.

Quil cleared his throat again with a smile. He responded in his sing song language, bowed and exited swiftly.

"Iyana", Jhase inflected curiously with a raised eyebrow.

The sorceress unwrapped the small box. "His goddess is still the only woman in his life", she said wryly, as she pulled a silver bracelet from the box. It was adorned with the holy symbol of the elven deity of protection. "Same old Quil".

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Hours later, the sun began to set as Garah returned from his errand, looking not like an unshaven rattle-viper eating ranger but a fancy noble dandy. "I had to express our gratitude to the Council of Ministers for basically doing their bloody job for them. Captain Thorne was their problem and I said that if we hadn't come along, he would of been extorting tribute from the city for gods know how long". He grumbled and he peeled out of his finely tailored jacket and waistcoat. "We did however, get to collect on the bounty. So as soon as you are able to travel, we are gone". He coninuted to change into his regular travel clothes and left the noble wear in an undignified pile in the corner.

"I cannot thank you two enough for coming after me, but I will be forever grateful" Iyana said, sitting on the edge of the bed, facing her two companions. "My conditioning has made that type of treatment bearable, and it almost seems a lifetime ago... being in that harem", the last part she said heavily as memories emerged in her mind and lingered before she shook them off with a plaster smile.

The two men remained silent for longer than normal, until the lack of sound was broken by the knock at the door.

Jhase moved quickly to answer it.

"You know you can count on us." Garah said with a crooked smile.

Iyana smirked in kind.

"I leave you jokers for a few weeks and Blue gets kidnapped and nearly killed! Glad you didn't forget how to send that message, bookworm". A familiar voice spat from behind the door.

Garah chuckled, recognizing the voice. "Shut your trap, hill rat. I've already had to deal with bandits, a mercenary captain, and worst of all, ungrateful bureaucratic nobles. You, Riddell, I would gladly shove in a barrel and kick into the ocean."

Garah and Iyana both smiled as the small halfling came into the room, with a pipe at his lips.

"You kids ready to move on to something big time?", Riddell produced a finely carved cylindrical case from his satchel and placed it on the bed. From within, he rolled an aged scroll with faded writing that looked to be held together by sheer luck. Riddell ran his fingers over it "This is really big kiddos, Real Big!"

"What is it?", Garah asked, somewhat hesitantly as he looked at the worn scroll.

"I don't recognize the language but it is very worn", Jhase said, eyeballing the scroll.

Iyana invoked a spell to illuminate magicks. The faded lines and words began to become bolder and then glowed white, illuminating the room as bright as mid-day. "It looks like a map", the sorceress said.

"Yep! A treasure map to the vault of the dead Tyrant King." Riddell said, puffing at his pipe with a roguish grin. "So you knobs in, or what?"

To be continued...

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