[Warning: Flagrant sordidness and extreme sexual violence]
The Golden Boar in Tesso. Her contact Bellonda was there at the usual time; once every seven days unless otherwise noted. Kiri’s propensity at finding undue amounts of trouble had the woman scrambling to find an assignment where she could actually use her; the fact that the collared Brythunian covered many leagues of Hyborian wilderness clad in little more than skimpy briefs had a great deal to do with it, but perhaps the obvious had yet to sink in. That Kiri relished in the danger these missions presented her…little doubt at all that most had ended up as disastrous as they did…yet, somehow Kiri was returning and able to report success. Perhaps it was the ends they needed to be concerned with and not the means.
|Mingling with the evening crowd at the Golden Boar again|
She’d paled a shade or two whiter just considering the pain that such an impalement would cause, but then Kiri was the kind of girl who had made it through the gauntlet of the pirate isle of Tortage with a spear shoved up her ass by the Red Hand. Suffice that somehow, Kiri had once again delivered.
|The last job...an ignoble success, but still a job done|
|Back to Tarantia for this one!|
Now, this time the mission called for a return to Tarantia itself, namely the Noble’s District. There was the matter of getting a hefty tax payment through to the crown; the chief problem was getting past the embattled regions of the city encamped by infiltrating Nemedians and mercenary troops.
|Taxes meant for the crown in Tarantia had to get through|
|Riding out at dawn|
Most of Tarantia, the alleged center of western civilization in Hyboria was a seedy, disreputable place. In the old city, the slums or the noble’s areas she could just as easily walk a street or two and make a few silvers for an evening. In the lower parts of town, it a simple matter of getting a huge and eager warg cock in her, in one hole or another. Thick and red and knotted with veins, often covered with sores that dripped pus, she slurped and sucked eagerly at them all, relishing in the feel of the hot stream of come that surged down her throat until she gagged and choked.
|Back in the largest city of the dreaming west|
Gulping it all down, lapping up all that spilt on the ground, it was a distasteful if not practical source of nourishment and sustenance for the scantily clad barbarian bitch, who partook in this particular meal often. Despite the fact that those lupine cocks cramming her cunt like impaling logs were often rife with disease and infection…but to a slave of destiny ordained by dark gods that had suffered hideous torture and death a hundred times over, what was a communicable disease or two?
|The bridge linking the Old City and Noble's District|
|The long road up is wide and open, but still under guard of the king's men|
|Reaching a narrower choke point near the first bridge|
|Sending her horse off to friendly ground, it would be footwork from here|
|Clad in the skimpy briefs and armed with a blade; standard getup for our collared Brythunian|
|Up the stairs to the embattled region...|
|If one thing's for sure, that tight, panty-clad butt is heading for a serious whipping...|
|Clad like a barbarian she-slave, ready for action|
|This surely looks like a fine place to get a sword shoved up her ass|
The Nemedian encampments were dense enough for Kiri to consider trying an alternative route, crossing a bridge still held by the city guard, then through the mausoleum. Of course Kiri had heard the tales, but the restless dead only shambled and cavorted through such tainted grounds during the dark of night, and it was still some hours to sundown as the collared Brythunian entered the ancient burial grounds.
|On the edge of the Nemedian encampments|
|Entering the mausoleum complex|
|The way appears to be clear!|
|Taking the final steps to the entry|
|Less than corporeal things ARE skulking about here|
|Nearing the far edge of the burial grounds|
|In the shadow of the last mausoleum, checking if the coast is clear|
|Up a thick carpet of ivy, to the top of the high wall|
|Leaving the besieged regions at her back|
|Now to the rooftops|
|Seeing what lies beyond|
|From here, she spies a bridge she can slip into the far side of the Noble's District with|
|Moving along a fortified wall|
|After many turns in the streets and alleys she find a villa complex.|
Wait...didn't 'Bell mention something about villas??
|A familiar coppery tang fills her nostrils, she tastes it on her tongue|
|An entire pool of blood!|
|She is hopeful; she may able to get herself sacrificed here after the mission is done|
|Realizing she is not alone|
|Something is coming from behind her|
|Oh gods! The undead descend upon her!|
|The first blow lands above the waistband of her rubber pants, cracking a rib|
|Her pain and helplessness are absolute|
|The blows rain down on her skinny, half-naked body|
|Her pain and terror mounting, Kiri weakens|
|Gods...so helpless! Fighting the undead horde in her underwear!|
|The creatures take aim at her exposed naughty bits, crushing and splattering|
|A vicious hammer blow to the backside of her briefs|
|Blood spurts sickeningly as one club mutilates her bared breasts, while the second smashes her genitals to pulp!|
|At last she collapses helplessly, her genitals are butchered and sodomized with their weapons|
The underclad Brythunian collapsed quivering in pain, slipping in a pool of her own blood, slipping into darkness-
~Chronicler Olinda of Nemedia