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Jeritza looked at the prisoners in the stocks, their heads and hands restrained between metal bars in the sunlit yard. The Emperor and many of the nobles didn't care much for this method of how to deal with prisoners of war, but it was a tradition that most in the Imperial Army wanted, and it kept them somewhat ruly from raping and pillaging and whoring. And so, the tradition remained.
The prisoners had been moved to a quiet little courtyard on the outskirts of the monastery grounds, and Jeritza had been appointed to manage the operations here. Here, in this little ramshackle plot of land, he held absolute power in the fate of the poor prisoners in his hands. Most, when they cried too much or spat too much venom, he fed to the Scythe. But until then, Imperial soldiers and mercenary bands alike could use them as they pleased. He slaked his hunger with them, too, taking whichever one suited his mood at the time. There was a silver-haired Kingdom boy that had been especially popular, but he grew too sick and sad and so Jeritza had put him out of his misery. There was another red-headed Alliance girl who had caught the eye of a mercenary captain and his troops, and they had bartered for and paid for her release. She disappeared with them, heavy with child, never to be seen again.
Jeritza liked this tradition.
His stocks ran thin at the end of most moons, and so he was quite glad for it when a new supply of prisoners were delivered in irons. One in particular caught his eye: a nubile, blonde little thing with a familiar face that he couldn't quite place. His cock twitched in his trousers at the sight of her, her dress torn in such a way that one breast was exposed to the air. Her rosy nipple was hardened into a bud. Soldiers jeered and pawed at her, and her dress and exposed tit were streaked with dry cum. Despite this, she carried herself with a serene dignity.
He watched, almost as if entranced, as she and the other prisoners were tied to the stocks. She offered no resistance nor protest as a soldier chained her to the metal bar, bending compliantly into the twin bars, as if resigned to her fate. In contrast, other women screamed and begged for mercy or for their freedom, pleading that this was all a mistake, please, let me go and you'll never hear from me again, I promise. A young man, barely of conscription age, sobbed as he was forcibly chained. He began to scream and cry for his mother, his friends, anyone as an older soldier leered at him, untying his breeches and stroking himself.
They were like locusts, thought Jeritza, watching Imperial soldiers descend upon the new crop. It's a delightful and macabre sight, even if the other nobles spurn such primitive, carnal debauchery. The chaos, the fear, and the utter humiliation of the prisoners sent a thrill down Jeritza's spine and straight to his cock.
It was only when a quartet of soldiers surrounded her that the girl showed a flicker of fear. One pushed her torn skirt up past her ass, marveling at her plump ass and shapely hips. Another cut the remaining cloth from her breasts so that both of them hung freely beneath her, groping at her heavy teats. It was only natural, thought Jeritza as he watched them pinch and pull at her nipples and smacked at her ass, because she was easily the most beautiful woman of the lot.
It was easy to drown out the other sounds of horrified screams as the soldiers began to fuck their prizes - Jeritza was transfixed on the girl, how her breasts jiggled and the curve of her jaw as she took a soldier's dirty cock into her mouth. The soldier's head tipped back and his eyelids fluttered shut as he began to thrust shallowly into her. Another soldier spit onto his hand and lubricated his cock, rubbing the ugly red tip against her pretty pink pussy lips. She cried out as he thrust into her before choking on the cock in her mouth. The other soldiers jeered as they stroked their own cocks and fondled her tits, rolling her hardened nipples and palming their heavy weight.
Jeritza watched with a detached curiosity as the four soldiers surrounding the girl ravaged her. The soldier at her pussy, who Jeritza recognised as his battalion master, pumped at her rhythmically, his hips working in smooth, swift jerks. His hands gripped her ass, and even from the distance Jeritza could see the imprints of his fingers on her flesh, digging into her full ass. Her wrists strained against her chains, clanging noisily with each strike of his hips. Tears and spit leaked from her face as she choked on the cock in her mouth, the soldiers muttering lewdly under their breath.
He watched the first soldier cum, pushing his cock as far as he can down her throat and spasming as he shot his seed into her. When he pulled out, the girl coughed and spluttered, tears and cum and spit dripping from her chin. Just as quickly as the first soldier finished, another replaces him, pressing her tits together and pushing his cock between them. Jeritza's cock was stiff and straining in his trousers as he watched the this soldier fuck her jiggling teats, the girl crying out in pain and pleasure as he twisted her nipples.
She looked like a cow, Jeritza realised, tied up in the stocks this way, her breasts dangling beneath her. He imagined for a brief moment spurts of milk dripping from her pointed tips, foamy and warm. What would she taste like? A memory of Mercedes came to his mind, unearthed from the depths of his wretched memories, singing him to sleep in a courtyard that smelled like sweet grass, much like this one. He could pretend this girl was Mercedes, his head in her lap as he suckled milk from her rose-coloured nipples.
The second soldier, the one between her breasts, shot his load across her generous tits with a deep groan. It slowly dribbled down her stiffened peaks and beaded on her nipples, splattering down into the dirt below like congealed milk. The third soldier who was jerking himself came in her hair, and the girl cried out pitifully.
The battalion master wrapped his arm around her waist, almost intimate. He had the girl all to himself now, and he was in no rush to finish. His thrusts were hard and fast, slamming his cock into her as she trembled beneath him, keening, and delivering mean little swats to her clit. The girl shrieked and convulsed as the soldiers jeered. Jeritza was transfixed by the sight of her cumming, so gorgeous and so filthy, his cock now painful in his pants.
The battalion master growled as he fucked the girl through her orgasm, beautiful and predatory at once. His hips rocked violently into her and she fell limp for one moment, quieted. Jeritza heard the rhythmic rattling of the chains, clanging along with each of the battalion master's thrusts, and his pleasured grunts before the girl began to mewl once more under his ministrations. She was so perfect, so compliant, the ideal whore with an angel's face.
Jeritza felt a hunger in him then, so powerful and aching that it nearly left him breathless. He imagined the girl with her enormous breasts, dripping into his mouth. What would it be like to ruin that pretty little thing, to watch her shatter underneath him? Would she cradle him in her lap, cooing, as his sister had all those years ago? He wanted to bury his head between her tits, breathe in the warm scent of her skin, and ruin her.
It was not often that Jeritza partook in the debauchery of the stockyard, but he knew right then and there, watching the battalion master cum into her perfect pink little pussy, that had to have her. He would take her, break her, love her, hate her until one or both of them were dead.
Jeritza strode to the girl, pushing the gaggle of soldiers out of the way. Upon realising that the Death Knight was here, they cowed to his presence. Even the battalion master, panting and flushed from his exertions, had the wherewithal to tuck his softening cock into his trousers and look humbly at his feet.
"The girl," Jeritza jerked his head in her direction, and he saw her eyes widen. "Unchain her, and give her to me."
There was a flurry of commotion, and soon she was unshackled. The girl nearly collapsed to the ground, spent and humiliated, but a pair of the soldiers caught her under her arms and brought her to Jeritza. She was even more beautiful up close, splattered with cum and utterly abused. Her face was familiar in a way that Jeritza could not place, and she kept her eyes downcast and held herself very still in his presence.
"Good," said Jeritza, collecting her from the soldiers. "That will be all."
He hauled her to the little stone cottage behind the stockyard, the one that he kept sometimes for his own personal quarters. Often, he would come here to listen to the screams of the prisoners, the steady slapping of skin on skin, and sometimes the scent of blood in the air. He never brought prisoners back here, though, preferring to slake his lust in the stockyards with the common soldiers. The Death Knight had no need for decorum like the nobility, regardless of whatever title the Emperor saw fit to give him. It kept him sane between battles.
Jeritza felt almost self-conscious as he hauled the girl into the dark confines of the cottage. He saw her take in the sparse furnishings, her eyes sweeping quietly over the bare-bone kitchen, the wooden table with the single wooden chair, and the sturdy wooden bed in the corner of the room.
Before she could say anything, Jeritza seized her and pressed her into the bed. She squealed as he threw her onto the mattress, which smelled of stale straw and sweat and dried cum. With one fluid motion, he released his cock from his trousers, bruised and veiny and dripping with need to be inside her this very instant. The girl cried and writhed under him as he bore down unto her, beating futilely at his chest with her fists. The battalion master's cum had glued her pussy lips together, but Jeritza pushed into her, groaning.
She was tight and wet and hot, and her pussy sucked him in with no resistance. Jeritza sighed as she accepted him, and he held her wrists down on either side of her beautiful face. Her lips tasted like another man's cock and cum and something sweet and divine. He could die kissing her, fucking her. The girl gasped and whimpered as he thrust, bucking her hips up into him in tandem, clenching around him as she received him.
Her large breasts bounced with each thrust, and Jeritza captured a filthy nipple in his mouth and sucked. She moaned as he dragged his tongue around her in a tortuous, lazy circle. He could taste the salt of dried semen on her breast, and for a time, Jeritza suckled at her, swallowing powerfully as he attempted to extract non-existent milk from her hefty teat. It was a shame, for he was sure she would taste divine, but it was no matter. He would have time yet to put a babe in her, and watch her grow fat and heavy. She would produce the sweet elixir for him, and then he would have the babe killed and keep her all to himself. The girl cried out and recoiled when he bit down into her tender flesh, her tit stretching gorgeously as she did so. He released her abused nipple, admiring the purple ring of teeth marks and its reddened colour. He proceeded to mark up the same breast, biting and sucking at her as she keened and writhed under him. In the end, one teat was mottled red, and the other was unblemished save for the streaks of dried cum. Beautiful.
She clenched powerfully around him, wet and hot as he buried himself inside her over and over and over. He released her hands from either side of her face, gripping her alabaster tit in one and squeezing, and gripping her hip with the other for leverage. Jeritza pounded into her in earnest now, growling and snarling, hips rocking at an impossible pace and ferocity. He was insatiable, his hunger for her unquenchable, and she was so fuck-drunk that he could hardly decipher her incoherent babbling between her sobs. Her eyes were squeezed shut and she rolled her hips to meet his every thrust, bruises blooming across her hips and ass from all the abuse she had received that day. Her sweet cunt held him like a vice, squeezing and pulsing as she broke beneath him. Jeritza felt his balls contract and his ass clenched, on the brink of imminent release.
"Emile," she panted, arching her spine and clawing into his back. "Emile, please--"
He came with a roar, painting her cunt white with his virile seed, his fingers digging into her hip and her breast like a man dangling on the edge of a cliff. He came for a long time, shooting long, sticky ropes of cum into her, and he could feel it leak out from her around him. They gasped for breath together on the damp mattress, trembling. Her chest heaved with exertion, one breast spotted purple and red from his mouth and the other bearing a distinct handprint.
She had called him Emile. Few knew him by that name, except...
Jeritza pressed back from the mattress, his softening cock slipping from her battered hole with a sucking noise. Cum spilled from her as he tucked himself back into his trousers. She looked at him through half-lidded eyes, the sunlight filtering through the dirty windowpanes and making her look like a filthy angel whore. Jertiza's cock twitched again at the sight, but he was in no condition to fuck her again so soon after ravishing her.
"Mercedes," he said, eyes sweeping over her as if seeing her for the first time.
"Emile," she whispered.
Mercedes squealed as he tied her to the bed, spread-eagle. Now that he had found her, he would make sure she could never leave him. Never again. He couldn't bear it. She would be safe here under his protection, he would see to that.
After Mercedes was secured to the bed, Jeritza left the cottage. The stockyard had thinned somewhat, though there were still many soldiers were still carrying about fucking the abused holes of the prisoners of war.
"You," he pointed to the battalion master who had fucked Mercedes before him. He was buried in the ass of a plump girl. "Come here."
"Yes, sir," said the man, though he groaned a little as he pulled out of the girl's hole. He hurried to tuck himself away before approaching the Death Knight.
Jeritza jerked his finger behind him towards the cottage. "I'm re-tasking you and your battalion. The girl inside. No harm will come to her. You will feed her. You will bathe her. You will ensure that she is well taken care of. But most importantly, you will ensure that she stays."
The battalion master blinked. "Sir?"
"What is it?"
"What about the others, sir?" he gestured to the stockyard.
"I do not care about the others," said Jeritza. "My orders are for the girl inside."
"Understood," the battalion master nodded, and then chewed on his lower lip as if struggling to formulate his question. "Sir...me and my boys..."
"My orders are that no harm will come to her," repeated Jeritza. "I leave that up to your discretion. You are aware of what happens to those that fail me."
With that, he swept from the stockyards and began his long walk to the monastery. Truthfully, he did not care if the battalion master and his men bedded Mercedes. Her pleasure was his pleasure, and if they took good care of her, well, all the more better for it. The air was thick with the scent of heady, sweet flowers, dripping nectar. Perhaps this time next year, Mercedes would be, too.