Bashiku
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Well... I was planning on doing this as my contest story, but I don't need to prove that I am superior author. Anyways this is a new project I am trying out, being tutored under Duke himself. Read at your own safety.
“So this is the epilogue of this story?” Silently man whispered while letting puff of smoke creep out from his mouth. Slowly he took another breath of the cigarette, bringing more poison into his lungs, but satisfying his needs. This was his way to relax, especially now when he was outnumbered by the group of warriors. Slowly he looked around, examining the scorched islands floating in dark space, defying every known logic and law. Wasteland that was how they called this dreaded place, homeland of monsters and demons, place filled with dark energy.
“Hell…” Man started as he let out another puff of smoke from his mouth “At least I could have been finished with someone more charismatic than you Sadness. I am only one talking here you know.”
As commanded from Shadows appeared a large mass dressed in black, only recognizable feature being its white porcelain mask. The large mass behind the black cloak and mask was known only as Sadness for his sad looking mask, but no words were ever whispered by him, only sound coming from him was slash of his scythe in the battle. Man smiled, letting his last cigarette down and stepping onto it with his black leather boot.
“Who would’ve thought that we the Cursed Thirteen would end this way? Who would’ve thought that I, great Sentou Yaminokami, will be hunted down as a dog?” Sentou complained, but only response he got was tilt of a head from his partner. Indeed Cursed Thirteen was one of greatest organizations of its time, consisting of thirteen members that returned from ‘Flames of Abyss’, mostly known as Purgatory, place where humans either become demons or cease to exist. They survived without becoming demons or ceasing to exist, but they were not considered humans anymore. They gained powers beyond imagination and decided to use that power to bend the world to their rules, to shape it toward their final goal, perfection. In their pursuit they used any means necessary to conquer the lands, manipulate the kings and destroy their enemies. Still somehow people’s hearts united at the last moment, just before their dominion was final and now everything backfired. From once proud thirteen members only two stood here, two members fleeing this final battle, while all other were considered dead. Even their leader was dead. Sentou wondered why he stayed until the end, but he knew all full well that there was no other place where he belonged to.
Their enemies stood there, breathing heavily and preparing every part of their bodies for this final battle. There were five of them, three of them known. Ju Bi Lee, the martial artist and a girl with most tomboyish attitude he knew, she was his rival while he was still human. They shared quite a history, being in different martial art schools and always competing for supremacy. Although she was only twenty one and he was nearly thirty they always clashed and fought, Gentle Mountain versus Sadistic Snake. Still there was nothing gentle in her art, one hit could mean few broken bones and serious bleeding internally.
Second familiar face was one of the cleric Claris, her pale face enclosed by the blue silk robe with only few of her blond curls revealing at the forehead. Her deep blue eyes were just innocent, nothing more, nothing less, for her love for religion left her with little, but that. She was head priestess of ‘New Voice’ religion, a cult that rose quickly with the hope for freedom, developing techniques similar to dreaded banshees and revealing timeline of the ‘future history’. Up until now they were never wrong.
Third familiar face belonged to enchanting Melinda, sorceress of no equal. When Creator made her he destroyed the casing, failing to create better looking girl and more powerful magic user ever again. Her fiery red hair glowed in darkness of Wasteland, her enchanting brimstone eyes pierced his heart, but it was her magic that made him shiver with excitement. She was right hand of one royal family for three generations, but her true age and motives were unknown, although her love for glory and power was widely known. Some even said she was one of immortals, but judging from her flimsy look and lack of attire she was one of immoral in Sentou’s mind.
Still there were two faces that Sentou didn’t know and cared the least about. A ninja far in the background and although he hasn’t proved himself of being as great threat as any other, he never faltered. His motives, looks, even name were beyond their knowledge. Other unfamiliar face was their leader, and although he caused them much trouble nobody knew much about him. Mysterious swordsman with golden hair carrying a powerful sword that cuts injustice and destroys evil, never touched, never defeated. This much was true for he killed three members in one on one combat without revealing any weakness. Sentou feared him the most, but was pleased to meet him. He wanted to chain him in their tower and break every bone in his body, before removing them one by one in pieces.
“Surrender now and gods will be merciful upon your souls!” Claris yelled, proclaiming her ridiculous belief even here in place where no hope existed. Sentou couldn’t help, but feel somewhat offended. They were considered Gods in the eyes of man for two years now, how could any imaginary gods judge them?
“Ah go suck a bible!” Sentou said furiously, adjusting his white shirt in quick movements. Although his face showed more sadistic tendencies, his raven colored eyes hungry for blood, his crooked smile intimidating and his messy black hair hiding most of his face, Sentou felt something he never expected to feel ever. He felt desire to run and continue to live, to prepare better for this day, but there was no second chance but now.
“Sadness don’t fall behind and miss all the fun!” Sentou said as he crotched down and prepared himself for a long rush. He knew how to control every part of his body, how to stimulate it, how to power it, but now mostly he needed his legs. On the other hand Sadness didn’t show any need for preparation, he didn’t even reply to Sentou’s words. It was as he didn’t exist in that space and time. A mere second passed but two proclaimed villains rushed and were almost half way to their targets, Sentou rushing straight forward, while Sadness danced around his body, like a puppet on a string. First attack decides the flow, both sides knew and they were all betting for some damage before this battle becomes a long one. “TAKE THIS!”
A powerful blow caused the very island to shake, raising a wall of smoke around them, making their eyes useless. Still a true warrior didn’t need eyes. They fought with instinct, with will, with ideals, and some even with heart. Sentou scanned the surroundings before rushing toward the first visage. He thrust his palm hard, defying the air and cutting it as he aimed for his targets chest. He hit successfully, but he felt something was a bit off. There was no cold feeling of blood on leather glove as it entered enemies body, there was to shriek, no movement. It was only seconds later he felt under his fingers the straws that he understood the situation. It was a scarecrow, a substitute technique from ninja clan and he fell for it, but before he could even rush back and assess the situation once more his intuition warned him incoming objects. Flying toward him from the front were two knives, rushing toward his shoulders. Seeing how his opponent had difficulties with seeing this was excellent aim in Sentou’s opinion, but not good enough. He kicked the straw puppet with his leg, using it as temporary shield from oncoming knives, but they flow through it like through hot butter. As far as he could Sentou bent backward, barely keeping his legs on the ground anymore as his shoulders were one third of meter away from the gray earth, but still he couldn’t rest. Next attack came from above in form of furious fighter, streaming down upon him like an eagle. She was prepared to break his bones with one strike and she probably would were it not for Sentou’s years of fighting. Quickly he shifted his balance to his left arm and rolled over as he heard ground cracking and felt fragments of earth bouncing off his back. As fast as he could he jumped from the ground and revolved around axis, bending his legs and preparing for his attack. He was martial artist, but he need not to come close to his target to land a hit. With full force Sentou slashed with his leg into empty air, sending the powerful wave toward the cloud of smoke.
He heard two yelps, one man and one female, but before he could rejoice and see whom he hit he was barraged with countless fragments of pure magic. These little round balls, size of a tip of an arrow, were not enough to open a wound, but in large quantity were quite bothersome, not to mention painful. Each ball sends an impulse toward the brain, making him feel like his body was on fire and again and again. It was his enemies’ goal to hurt his body, but his mind and spirit for now. For now Sentou felt like his whole body was in Hellfire, but he mustered enough strength to jump backward toward the safety.
“You little witch!” Sentou said in agony, while he tried to regain composure. He knew who did this. It was Melinda, the sorceress.
“Little boys shouldn’t play with fire.” She said as she approached him slowly, elegantly, like a lioness approaching her unsuspecting prey. She let her red gown embrace her light brown legs, barely making any wave with it. The cut on her gown was long, just below the half of her shin, almost making her private places open for public, but still keeping them closed and desirable. She swayed her fiery red hair to the side, revealing her exotic face, combination of southern heritage of Indu tribe, people who were enslaved by many countries, which gave her bronze skin and sharp features of the face, and her eastern heritage, shown in her oval face, thin lips and deep brimstone eyes. Sentou had to admit that her presence excited him in more ways than one even in this heat of combat. Increasing this heat was her right arm, holding a ball of fire like it was a plaything of hers.
“Ooh momma you are smoking hot. Literally.” Sentou joked, regaining his old joking self. He smiled toward her, looking her closely with his dark eyes. She was in range of his close combat moves, but who knows what she had in mind. “You know you are already dead?”
“Don’t count on that boy.” Melinda replied as she thrust the fireball toward his face, but due to stroke of luck Sentou managed to go sideways and only get his shirt scorched. Almost unnoticeable Sentou danced with fingers of the right hand, like he was doing some strange ritual or magic of a sort. Still it was far from it. As he swayed his arm toward her some unseen force scratched her across her delicate cheek, letting blood to flow down her gentle skin, followed by few strands of hair. She quickly backed away and side walked toward what she thought was a safe place before she noticed that her body was entangled. Her wrists, ankles, belly, neck, every inch of her body was covered with thin wires, barely noticeable to the naked eye, but now that she found herself in this situation she witnessed them in their full glory. The silver glow of the wires slowly became tainted with red as they started to cut down into her skin, slowly and painfully.
“I told you, you are already dead. I just need to pull three strings and all your limbs will be cut of your beautiful body.” Sentou mocked as he held his strings proudly and tightened his grip around them. He enjoyed her whimpering, how her body trembled in fear at the given situation. They should know better when dealing with one of Cursed Thirteen. Quickly he wanted to pull his wires, but as he tried he found out he couldn’t move them. He pulled and pulled, but for some reason they didn’t move.
“What good is a spider that gets trapped in his own net? You are too eager to draw blood that you didn’t see my allies coming to my aid.” Melinda mocked Sentou as she witnessed her savior. With both hands grandmaster ninja held few most essential lines of wire that Sentou made into a scheme. His attack was broken and now he was trapped. Hoping for some miracle Sentou casted a quick glare toward the fighting ground where Sadness was fighting, but to his avail situation was bad. Sadness was doing much worse, taking a direct hit from swordsman into his heart and aftermath finished by few powerful casts from the cleric. Sadness fell to the ground, his clothes smoking, but still his proud mask left unbroken, leaving his face a mystery even in death.
Sentou was now left alone to fend off his attackers, but their attack was too swift and well planned for him to do anything. As ninja pulled wires, setting Sentou off the ground and making him land into uppercut from martial artist Ju Bi Lee, Melinda got free from wires, prepared to finish this once and for all times. Both sides were tires, fighting only at one tenth of their power and even then they were conserving their techniques. Still Melinda decided to unleash her true power into one hit right now, appropriately welcoming falling Sentou. Fire rushed from her eyes, mouth, sleeves, from every visible exit, slowly forming the shape of a snake that just waited to swallow Sentou in her hot domain. Fire snake opened her mouth, hissing at the Sentou who was only few feet in front of her, just a moment before the hit.
“I will not die like this! I choose how I die!” Sentou yelled as he threw his wires for one last time and avoiding continual attack of the snake which ravaged the continent. With knowledge he was certainly doomed Sentou accepted his fate, but only in the way he writes it. Quickly he moved his hands, guiding the wires to cut the edge he was standing on, making himself fall downward, into nothingness. Last sign from him was his maniacal giggling as he tried to reach his half empty box of cigarettes.
“It is over…” Hero leader said as he approached the ledge and watched into eternal darkness.
“May God spare their souls.” Claris said, followed with the confused look from the remnant of their team. They fought hard to this point and there was no mutual respect between them and their enemies. Still now they had to return to their previous roles, enjoying their happy end. Still story doesn’t end here. In the world there are no everlasting happy endings.
Village of Ushita was a peaceful village, during the war of Cursed and two years after it. A laid back village on the edge of the empire, paying no tribute to anyone, but having no problem themselves, they enjoyed life that rarely who could afford. During the war they were untouched, being isolated by nearby mountains and fast rivers, but after the war the fate had a little payback for their illusionary peace. The after curse is waiting for them, like angry ghost in the mist.
It started two days before the first incident, when a rumor started, coming from the mouth of the masked prophet.
“A cursed one will rise from the ground and pay heedless fools for their false peace. You will now have a piece of the suffering meant for you.” Of course every sane man and woman laughed at this beggar, throwing rocks at him “Laugh now, but some of you will laugh harder after.”
Some never realized how right the masked man was. Two days after his prophesy slaughter started. At first the hunting group was missing, after that the women that went to the river to wash clothes disappeared, although their underwear was found. Soon a blitzkrieg attack came, leaving town defense unprepared for her attack. Tigress Lillian, Golden Lily, one of two known Cursed Thirteen that survived campaign of the Heroic Five. Her skills with spears, pikes were widely known, but her kinky side was legendary. If there was ever a bondage queen contest, she won that. She attacked the village, slaughtering everyone that defied her, and those who kissed her boot were in treat for something they couldn’t even imagine.
“Soooo *giggles* how are my little pets today?” Lillian asked the four shadowy figures as she tried to adjust her golden colored eyes to the darkness of the barn. This barn was remaining safe building in the whole village, with all other burned to the ground. The barn was empty of the hay and inside were placed piles and piles of coffins of people who died by her hand, in battle or from torture. She was sadistic bastard, but her beliefs of undead rising were more powerful, so she respected the dead. The livings were left to fear her.
The four figures she spied with her glowing eyes were only survivors of this once proud village, three women and one young boy. The oldest woman was in her late thirties, her face starting to show first true signs of her age and exhaustion from work, and even worst, she was the one who lost most of her will during these torturous days. Her hands were tied behind her, her body leveled into air by series of the ropes that separated her knees revealing her sweet spot. Her chest were covered with stylish bondage work, making her milky breasts swell, giving them reddish color. Finally all ropes ended going upward and being tied to the support beam, making her look like a crooked puppet, just waiting for her sadistic master to play with her. Her face was covered with two white scarves, one sealing her eyesight away from her, other robbing her from her desperate pleas.
The boy saw quietly in the corner, tied back to back with his sister, sharing the same face and the fate. Lily was impressed with the worked she has done with those two, using as much rope and strings as she had to tie every single joint they had. Their legs were tied like a sausage, making them seem like they were made from a single piece. Their upper body was a mess at first sight, but tied back to back only upon a closer look could you notice the scheme that was planted there. They were tied methodically to each other. If one of them was to move his arm, the rope would automatically start to strangle the other sibling. It took her three hours, but in the end this bondage was perfection, making her victims broken without even breaking their will, for they would never endanger the ones they love the most, their own blood. That was the problem with siblings, identical the most. They were same flesh and blood. Hurting them was hurting themselves. How much Lillian enjoyed teasing and tickling these two for past few days, enjoying their hungry and yet so overwhelmingly desperate looks, their muffled pleas silenced into gags.
Finally there was the final victim of her tortures, the mayor’s daughter.
Although she wasn’t the prettiest flower in the field Lily enjoyed tormenting her pampered body, stripping her naked and tying her above the pig box, where the occupants just waited for something yummy to fall down to devour. She was tied in tight hogtie, making the things a little bit ironic. The rope that tied together her legs and arms was tied to another piece of the rope that passed just few inches away from the saw. The mechanics behind this bondage was simple, the more she moves the closer she is toward falling amongst the hungry pigs that just wait for her. Plus the itching powder Lillian made from some forest herbs made this process a bit faster than expected. It started like a small tickling sensation where the girl giggled, seeing this as mere annoyance, but soon it grew into more and more terrible threat. Now she was jerking around, trying to scratch soles of the feet, crying before inevitable fate and laughing cause of itchy tickling substance. Her toes wiggles, her ankles twisting in circles and her hands just a nail away from giving herself a relief. Still it was miles away from her true goal, freedom. Her eyes looked frantically below her, looking at the hungry pile that waited for her.
She tried to fight her inner self, to be her proud old self, but her body was stronger than her mind. Her bright blue eyes widened with each sound hogs made, her mouth trembled with fear and not laughter and her mind tried to think of any solution to escape. Still she felt the ripping of the rope under saw’s influence. Yet she didn’t want to accept that she would die, not like this, she wanted to die like an old lady, enjoying the riches the world gave her, the beautiful children and grandchildren, living in this once peaceful place as a wealthy and influential persona. She wanted total peace and prosperity, yet she found herself in this peril, fearing for her life with each rip of the wide rope. Her hands clenched into fist as she felt herself lowering herself more down, giving her a sure note of what was coming. Her fate was sealed to drastic change due to her tormentors will and her own weakness.
“PLEASE SAVE ME!” she yelled between laughs and inhales, trying to make her body obey her and stand still. It was too late for her, Lillian knew, for just as she stepped forward her the rope broke and screeching beauty ended into the muddy ground, feeding the vanish pigs. The remaining three could only shiver with thoughts of their imminent destiny, worse than swift death. There were twelve of them to start with, but now only three lived, fearing what else could this devilish female think off.
“Arara... this mean I have one toy less to break. This means one of three of you will have to take over her shift for now.” Lillian said as she circled in place, preying with her glare at her victims, shifting her long blond hear aside, revealing her slim body with huge oval breast covered with single breast plate, while her sweet place was hidden behind a simple piece of cloth. Her long light brown boot hid her feet and legs, long heel elevating her few inches higher. She always smiled, seeing the world as her playground, and these toys were due for some foreplay.
“Let’s see... which one should I choose?” Lillian asked herself as she walked in circles, throwing short glances at her toys. Will it be underage siblings or mature plaything? This time she chose the mature woman, enjoying the sight of her exposed flesh. Not a piece of cloth covered her dark Caucasian skin, not a hair on her body, even her once proud black hair was cut by her new mistress.
“I choose you!” She said cheerfully as she glided her fingernail across trembling surface of woman’s belly “But how should I torture you? Well let us see... today is eight day of the week, Rethsday? What did we do last week in this time? Was it whipping? No that was two days before... candles?! No, but even if I wanted I don’t have any candles left. Oh yeah, sensual tickling and after that I might kill you!”
She said those words without much effort, making it sound like this woman’s life wasn’t worth a copper coin for her sake. The girl startled, jerking around in her bondage, shaking her lower legs freely and trying to find exit out of this situation. Last moments of her life she would live through tough torture and embarrassment.
“Now now we can’t have those pretty feet flying around. What do you say we add a little bit more rope there?” Lillian mockingly asked as she took another piece of rope, one of surviving from mayor’s daughter and started tying her ankles. Slowly she started with her right ankle, tying the knot slowly, smelling her skin, scenting her fear, her anticipation. When will it start, only she knew, when will it end, when death knock on the door, that was the rule that was left unchanged. In seductive manner she started gliding the rope across maiden’s skin, going upward, making curves and knots, before she came to the neck, making two lops before making the mirror image on the left side of her body.
“There... now you are gorgeous and sexy. Now listen here beautiful. If you move your ankles you will only choke yourself, so try to move the least you can or you will commit a suicide and that is grave sin you know?”
*****
“So this is the epilogue of this story?” Silently man whispered while letting puff of smoke creep out from his mouth. Slowly he took another breath of the cigarette, bringing more poison into his lungs, but satisfying his needs. This was his way to relax, especially now when he was outnumbered by the group of warriors. Slowly he looked around, examining the scorched islands floating in dark space, defying every known logic and law. Wasteland that was how they called this dreaded place, homeland of monsters and demons, place filled with dark energy.
“Hell…” Man started as he let out another puff of smoke from his mouth “At least I could have been finished with someone more charismatic than you Sadness. I am only one talking here you know.”
As commanded from Shadows appeared a large mass dressed in black, only recognizable feature being its white porcelain mask. The large mass behind the black cloak and mask was known only as Sadness for his sad looking mask, but no words were ever whispered by him, only sound coming from him was slash of his scythe in the battle. Man smiled, letting his last cigarette down and stepping onto it with his black leather boot.
“Who would’ve thought that we the Cursed Thirteen would end this way? Who would’ve thought that I, great Sentou Yaminokami, will be hunted down as a dog?” Sentou complained, but only response he got was tilt of a head from his partner. Indeed Cursed Thirteen was one of greatest organizations of its time, consisting of thirteen members that returned from ‘Flames of Abyss’, mostly known as Purgatory, place where humans either become demons or cease to exist. They survived without becoming demons or ceasing to exist, but they were not considered humans anymore. They gained powers beyond imagination and decided to use that power to bend the world to their rules, to shape it toward their final goal, perfection. In their pursuit they used any means necessary to conquer the lands, manipulate the kings and destroy their enemies. Still somehow people’s hearts united at the last moment, just before their dominion was final and now everything backfired. From once proud thirteen members only two stood here, two members fleeing this final battle, while all other were considered dead. Even their leader was dead. Sentou wondered why he stayed until the end, but he knew all full well that there was no other place where he belonged to.
Their enemies stood there, breathing heavily and preparing every part of their bodies for this final battle. There were five of them, three of them known. Ju Bi Lee, the martial artist and a girl with most tomboyish attitude he knew, she was his rival while he was still human. They shared quite a history, being in different martial art schools and always competing for supremacy. Although she was only twenty one and he was nearly thirty they always clashed and fought, Gentle Mountain versus Sadistic Snake. Still there was nothing gentle in her art, one hit could mean few broken bones and serious bleeding internally.
Second familiar face was one of the cleric Claris, her pale face enclosed by the blue silk robe with only few of her blond curls revealing at the forehead. Her deep blue eyes were just innocent, nothing more, nothing less, for her love for religion left her with little, but that. She was head priestess of ‘New Voice’ religion, a cult that rose quickly with the hope for freedom, developing techniques similar to dreaded banshees and revealing timeline of the ‘future history’. Up until now they were never wrong.
Third familiar face belonged to enchanting Melinda, sorceress of no equal. When Creator made her he destroyed the casing, failing to create better looking girl and more powerful magic user ever again. Her fiery red hair glowed in darkness of Wasteland, her enchanting brimstone eyes pierced his heart, but it was her magic that made him shiver with excitement. She was right hand of one royal family for three generations, but her true age and motives were unknown, although her love for glory and power was widely known. Some even said she was one of immortals, but judging from her flimsy look and lack of attire she was one of immoral in Sentou’s mind.
Still there were two faces that Sentou didn’t know and cared the least about. A ninja far in the background and although he hasn’t proved himself of being as great threat as any other, he never faltered. His motives, looks, even name were beyond their knowledge. Other unfamiliar face was their leader, and although he caused them much trouble nobody knew much about him. Mysterious swordsman with golden hair carrying a powerful sword that cuts injustice and destroys evil, never touched, never defeated. This much was true for he killed three members in one on one combat without revealing any weakness. Sentou feared him the most, but was pleased to meet him. He wanted to chain him in their tower and break every bone in his body, before removing them one by one in pieces.
“Surrender now and gods will be merciful upon your souls!” Claris yelled, proclaiming her ridiculous belief even here in place where no hope existed. Sentou couldn’t help, but feel somewhat offended. They were considered Gods in the eyes of man for two years now, how could any imaginary gods judge them?
“Ah go suck a bible!” Sentou said furiously, adjusting his white shirt in quick movements. Although his face showed more sadistic tendencies, his raven colored eyes hungry for blood, his crooked smile intimidating and his messy black hair hiding most of his face, Sentou felt something he never expected to feel ever. He felt desire to run and continue to live, to prepare better for this day, but there was no second chance but now.
“Sadness don’t fall behind and miss all the fun!” Sentou said as he crotched down and prepared himself for a long rush. He knew how to control every part of his body, how to stimulate it, how to power it, but now mostly he needed his legs. On the other hand Sadness didn’t show any need for preparation, he didn’t even reply to Sentou’s words. It was as he didn’t exist in that space and time. A mere second passed but two proclaimed villains rushed and were almost half way to their targets, Sentou rushing straight forward, while Sadness danced around his body, like a puppet on a string. First attack decides the flow, both sides knew and they were all betting for some damage before this battle becomes a long one. “TAKE THIS!”
A powerful blow caused the very island to shake, raising a wall of smoke around them, making their eyes useless. Still a true warrior didn’t need eyes. They fought with instinct, with will, with ideals, and some even with heart. Sentou scanned the surroundings before rushing toward the first visage. He thrust his palm hard, defying the air and cutting it as he aimed for his targets chest. He hit successfully, but he felt something was a bit off. There was no cold feeling of blood on leather glove as it entered enemies body, there was to shriek, no movement. It was only seconds later he felt under his fingers the straws that he understood the situation. It was a scarecrow, a substitute technique from ninja clan and he fell for it, but before he could even rush back and assess the situation once more his intuition warned him incoming objects. Flying toward him from the front were two knives, rushing toward his shoulders. Seeing how his opponent had difficulties with seeing this was excellent aim in Sentou’s opinion, but not good enough. He kicked the straw puppet with his leg, using it as temporary shield from oncoming knives, but they flow through it like through hot butter. As far as he could Sentou bent backward, barely keeping his legs on the ground anymore as his shoulders were one third of meter away from the gray earth, but still he couldn’t rest. Next attack came from above in form of furious fighter, streaming down upon him like an eagle. She was prepared to break his bones with one strike and she probably would were it not for Sentou’s years of fighting. Quickly he shifted his balance to his left arm and rolled over as he heard ground cracking and felt fragments of earth bouncing off his back. As fast as he could he jumped from the ground and revolved around axis, bending his legs and preparing for his attack. He was martial artist, but he need not to come close to his target to land a hit. With full force Sentou slashed with his leg into empty air, sending the powerful wave toward the cloud of smoke.
He heard two yelps, one man and one female, but before he could rejoice and see whom he hit he was barraged with countless fragments of pure magic. These little round balls, size of a tip of an arrow, were not enough to open a wound, but in large quantity were quite bothersome, not to mention painful. Each ball sends an impulse toward the brain, making him feel like his body was on fire and again and again. It was his enemies’ goal to hurt his body, but his mind and spirit for now. For now Sentou felt like his whole body was in Hellfire, but he mustered enough strength to jump backward toward the safety.
“You little witch!” Sentou said in agony, while he tried to regain composure. He knew who did this. It was Melinda, the sorceress.
“Little boys shouldn’t play with fire.” She said as she approached him slowly, elegantly, like a lioness approaching her unsuspecting prey. She let her red gown embrace her light brown legs, barely making any wave with it. The cut on her gown was long, just below the half of her shin, almost making her private places open for public, but still keeping them closed and desirable. She swayed her fiery red hair to the side, revealing her exotic face, combination of southern heritage of Indu tribe, people who were enslaved by many countries, which gave her bronze skin and sharp features of the face, and her eastern heritage, shown in her oval face, thin lips and deep brimstone eyes. Sentou had to admit that her presence excited him in more ways than one even in this heat of combat. Increasing this heat was her right arm, holding a ball of fire like it was a plaything of hers.
“Ooh momma you are smoking hot. Literally.” Sentou joked, regaining his old joking self. He smiled toward her, looking her closely with his dark eyes. She was in range of his close combat moves, but who knows what she had in mind. “You know you are already dead?”
“Don’t count on that boy.” Melinda replied as she thrust the fireball toward his face, but due to stroke of luck Sentou managed to go sideways and only get his shirt scorched. Almost unnoticeable Sentou danced with fingers of the right hand, like he was doing some strange ritual or magic of a sort. Still it was far from it. As he swayed his arm toward her some unseen force scratched her across her delicate cheek, letting blood to flow down her gentle skin, followed by few strands of hair. She quickly backed away and side walked toward what she thought was a safe place before she noticed that her body was entangled. Her wrists, ankles, belly, neck, every inch of her body was covered with thin wires, barely noticeable to the naked eye, but now that she found herself in this situation she witnessed them in their full glory. The silver glow of the wires slowly became tainted with red as they started to cut down into her skin, slowly and painfully.
“I told you, you are already dead. I just need to pull three strings and all your limbs will be cut of your beautiful body.” Sentou mocked as he held his strings proudly and tightened his grip around them. He enjoyed her whimpering, how her body trembled in fear at the given situation. They should know better when dealing with one of Cursed Thirteen. Quickly he wanted to pull his wires, but as he tried he found out he couldn’t move them. He pulled and pulled, but for some reason they didn’t move.
“What good is a spider that gets trapped in his own net? You are too eager to draw blood that you didn’t see my allies coming to my aid.” Melinda mocked Sentou as she witnessed her savior. With both hands grandmaster ninja held few most essential lines of wire that Sentou made into a scheme. His attack was broken and now he was trapped. Hoping for some miracle Sentou casted a quick glare toward the fighting ground where Sadness was fighting, but to his avail situation was bad. Sadness was doing much worse, taking a direct hit from swordsman into his heart and aftermath finished by few powerful casts from the cleric. Sadness fell to the ground, his clothes smoking, but still his proud mask left unbroken, leaving his face a mystery even in death.
Sentou was now left alone to fend off his attackers, but their attack was too swift and well planned for him to do anything. As ninja pulled wires, setting Sentou off the ground and making him land into uppercut from martial artist Ju Bi Lee, Melinda got free from wires, prepared to finish this once and for all times. Both sides were tires, fighting only at one tenth of their power and even then they were conserving their techniques. Still Melinda decided to unleash her true power into one hit right now, appropriately welcoming falling Sentou. Fire rushed from her eyes, mouth, sleeves, from every visible exit, slowly forming the shape of a snake that just waited to swallow Sentou in her hot domain. Fire snake opened her mouth, hissing at the Sentou who was only few feet in front of her, just a moment before the hit.
“I will not die like this! I choose how I die!” Sentou yelled as he threw his wires for one last time and avoiding continual attack of the snake which ravaged the continent. With knowledge he was certainly doomed Sentou accepted his fate, but only in the way he writes it. Quickly he moved his hands, guiding the wires to cut the edge he was standing on, making himself fall downward, into nothingness. Last sign from him was his maniacal giggling as he tried to reach his half empty box of cigarettes.
“It is over…” Hero leader said as he approached the ledge and watched into eternal darkness.
“May God spare their souls.” Claris said, followed with the confused look from the remnant of their team. They fought hard to this point and there was no mutual respect between them and their enemies. Still now they had to return to their previous roles, enjoying their happy end. Still story doesn’t end here. In the world there are no everlasting happy endings.
*****
Village of Ushita was a peaceful village, during the war of Cursed and two years after it. A laid back village on the edge of the empire, paying no tribute to anyone, but having no problem themselves, they enjoyed life that rarely who could afford. During the war they were untouched, being isolated by nearby mountains and fast rivers, but after the war the fate had a little payback for their illusionary peace. The after curse is waiting for them, like angry ghost in the mist.
It started two days before the first incident, when a rumor started, coming from the mouth of the masked prophet.
“A cursed one will rise from the ground and pay heedless fools for their false peace. You will now have a piece of the suffering meant for you.” Of course every sane man and woman laughed at this beggar, throwing rocks at him “Laugh now, but some of you will laugh harder after.”
Some never realized how right the masked man was. Two days after his prophesy slaughter started. At first the hunting group was missing, after that the women that went to the river to wash clothes disappeared, although their underwear was found. Soon a blitzkrieg attack came, leaving town defense unprepared for her attack. Tigress Lillian, Golden Lily, one of two known Cursed Thirteen that survived campaign of the Heroic Five. Her skills with spears, pikes were widely known, but her kinky side was legendary. If there was ever a bondage queen contest, she won that. She attacked the village, slaughtering everyone that defied her, and those who kissed her boot were in treat for something they couldn’t even imagine.
*****
“Soooo *giggles* how are my little pets today?” Lillian asked the four shadowy figures as she tried to adjust her golden colored eyes to the darkness of the barn. This barn was remaining safe building in the whole village, with all other burned to the ground. The barn was empty of the hay and inside were placed piles and piles of coffins of people who died by her hand, in battle or from torture. She was sadistic bastard, but her beliefs of undead rising were more powerful, so she respected the dead. The livings were left to fear her.
The four figures she spied with her glowing eyes were only survivors of this once proud village, three women and one young boy. The oldest woman was in her late thirties, her face starting to show first true signs of her age and exhaustion from work, and even worst, she was the one who lost most of her will during these torturous days. Her hands were tied behind her, her body leveled into air by series of the ropes that separated her knees revealing her sweet spot. Her chest were covered with stylish bondage work, making her milky breasts swell, giving them reddish color. Finally all ropes ended going upward and being tied to the support beam, making her look like a crooked puppet, just waiting for her sadistic master to play with her. Her face was covered with two white scarves, one sealing her eyesight away from her, other robbing her from her desperate pleas.
The boy saw quietly in the corner, tied back to back with his sister, sharing the same face and the fate. Lily was impressed with the worked she has done with those two, using as much rope and strings as she had to tie every single joint they had. Their legs were tied like a sausage, making them seem like they were made from a single piece. Their upper body was a mess at first sight, but tied back to back only upon a closer look could you notice the scheme that was planted there. They were tied methodically to each other. If one of them was to move his arm, the rope would automatically start to strangle the other sibling. It took her three hours, but in the end this bondage was perfection, making her victims broken without even breaking their will, for they would never endanger the ones they love the most, their own blood. That was the problem with siblings, identical the most. They were same flesh and blood. Hurting them was hurting themselves. How much Lillian enjoyed teasing and tickling these two for past few days, enjoying their hungry and yet so overwhelmingly desperate looks, their muffled pleas silenced into gags.
Finally there was the final victim of her tortures, the mayor’s daughter.
Although she wasn’t the prettiest flower in the field Lily enjoyed tormenting her pampered body, stripping her naked and tying her above the pig box, where the occupants just waited for something yummy to fall down to devour. She was tied in tight hogtie, making the things a little bit ironic. The rope that tied together her legs and arms was tied to another piece of the rope that passed just few inches away from the saw. The mechanics behind this bondage was simple, the more she moves the closer she is toward falling amongst the hungry pigs that just wait for her. Plus the itching powder Lillian made from some forest herbs made this process a bit faster than expected. It started like a small tickling sensation where the girl giggled, seeing this as mere annoyance, but soon it grew into more and more terrible threat. Now she was jerking around, trying to scratch soles of the feet, crying before inevitable fate and laughing cause of itchy tickling substance. Her toes wiggles, her ankles twisting in circles and her hands just a nail away from giving herself a relief. Still it was miles away from her true goal, freedom. Her eyes looked frantically below her, looking at the hungry pile that waited for her.
She tried to fight her inner self, to be her proud old self, but her body was stronger than her mind. Her bright blue eyes widened with each sound hogs made, her mouth trembled with fear and not laughter and her mind tried to think of any solution to escape. Still she felt the ripping of the rope under saw’s influence. Yet she didn’t want to accept that she would die, not like this, she wanted to die like an old lady, enjoying the riches the world gave her, the beautiful children and grandchildren, living in this once peaceful place as a wealthy and influential persona. She wanted total peace and prosperity, yet she found herself in this peril, fearing for her life with each rip of the wide rope. Her hands clenched into fist as she felt herself lowering herself more down, giving her a sure note of what was coming. Her fate was sealed to drastic change due to her tormentors will and her own weakness.
“PLEASE SAVE ME!” she yelled between laughs and inhales, trying to make her body obey her and stand still. It was too late for her, Lillian knew, for just as she stepped forward her the rope broke and screeching beauty ended into the muddy ground, feeding the vanish pigs. The remaining three could only shiver with thoughts of their imminent destiny, worse than swift death. There were twelve of them to start with, but now only three lived, fearing what else could this devilish female think off.
“Arara... this mean I have one toy less to break. This means one of three of you will have to take over her shift for now.” Lillian said as she circled in place, preying with her glare at her victims, shifting her long blond hear aside, revealing her slim body with huge oval breast covered with single breast plate, while her sweet place was hidden behind a simple piece of cloth. Her long light brown boot hid her feet and legs, long heel elevating her few inches higher. She always smiled, seeing the world as her playground, and these toys were due for some foreplay.
“Let’s see... which one should I choose?” Lillian asked herself as she walked in circles, throwing short glances at her toys. Will it be underage siblings or mature plaything? This time she chose the mature woman, enjoying the sight of her exposed flesh. Not a piece of cloth covered her dark Caucasian skin, not a hair on her body, even her once proud black hair was cut by her new mistress.
“I choose you!” She said cheerfully as she glided her fingernail across trembling surface of woman’s belly “But how should I torture you? Well let us see... today is eight day of the week, Rethsday? What did we do last week in this time? Was it whipping? No that was two days before... candles?! No, but even if I wanted I don’t have any candles left. Oh yeah, sensual tickling and after that I might kill you!”
She said those words without much effort, making it sound like this woman’s life wasn’t worth a copper coin for her sake. The girl startled, jerking around in her bondage, shaking her lower legs freely and trying to find exit out of this situation. Last moments of her life she would live through tough torture and embarrassment.
“Now now we can’t have those pretty feet flying around. What do you say we add a little bit more rope there?” Lillian mockingly asked as she took another piece of rope, one of surviving from mayor’s daughter and started tying her ankles. Slowly she started with her right ankle, tying the knot slowly, smelling her skin, scenting her fear, her anticipation. When will it start, only she knew, when will it end, when death knock on the door, that was the rule that was left unchanged. In seductive manner she started gliding the rope across maiden’s skin, going upward, making curves and knots, before she came to the neck, making two lops before making the mirror image on the left side of her body.
“There... now you are gorgeous and sexy. Now listen here beautiful. If you move your ankles you will only choke yourself, so try to move the least you can or you will commit a suicide and that is grave sin you know?”
