Conquered/Can't do it
He presses the dripping slime to your lips. You blanch slightly but open lips as he forces it in. You chew and gnaw against the horrid taste, but ultimately it's so bad you throw up, expelling the mud from your mouth with the roasted duck you ate just last night.
"Ten."
"No, please!"
He slaps your face and drags you off by your hair. You scream and plead with him the entire time, terrified and unable to see where he's taking you.
You eventually sense that he's takin you inside somewhere, perhaps a tent. He slams you down on a rough wooden surface making jolt in pain. He grabs your flailing arms and holds them down on the wood, locking them in some sort of metal binding. He does the same for you legs and a final one around your throat. You can barely move. The terror starts sink in as you realize there's nothing you can do.
"Please—"
He stuffs something inside your mouth and straps it around your head to keep it there.
"No more talking. You had your chance, now you're not even going to be a cunt, just a rag."
You cry and try to scream, but all that comes out is a pathetic whimper. You feel a hand slide down your tiny mud caked chest, over your stomach, and down to your under garments. The hand proceeds to tear them off your hips. You're fully naked, but any embarrassment you should feel is completely drowned out by the pissing fear.
You feel something slim and narrow wrap around your shoulder, like a string only much colder and metallic. The object tightens, squeezing your joint to a painful degree. You squirm in pain against the restraints but can't manage to move more than an inch. The object gets tighter and tighter, until you feel as if it's going to slice right through your arm.
It stops getting tighter after a few moments, but is still left there, squeezing you to the point of tears. You're left like that for some time, how long exactly you have no clue. It still hasn't fully sunk in that your eyes are gone and you'll never see anything again for as long as you live.
The pain in your arm is still there, but it's starting to feel more numb. The terror is still there too, and that you don't get used to. You can't see anything, you can't hear anything, and you can't move. You're never going to be free again.
You don't know how long you spend there, but eventually you hear something. Footsteps.
Armored feet pound the dirt as someone enter in to, what you assume is a tent. You hear them move around you a bit, but you have no way of knowing what they're doing or if it's even the same person.
You feel something strange on your arm. Something small and rough pokes your skin, hard enough to indent your flesh, but at the same time you can barely feel it. It's a strange ghost touch that barely registers with your senses. You think having whatever it is squeezing on your shoulder for so long has done something to arm.
The poking feeling stops after a second or two, and you hear the person shuffle around behind you. You hear the scraping of metal and what sounds like something sharp being unsheathed.
Your heart beat quickens, you breath rapidly. The person grabs your almost completely numb arm and you try to squirm away. You feel something sharp press against your arm and slice into it. You jolt up, more shocked than in pain, as the metal object begins to saw through your barely feeling flesh.
The blade slows for a moment when it hits your bone, but the person jerks and tugs the blade until cuts all the way through, and then slices through the rest of your arm with ease. You feel blood starting to trickle out. You can no longer feel anything of your arm. The thought of it being gone sinks in and you're terrified. They're going to carve you up like a pig.
The person with the blade fumbles around with something for a second before walking away.
You hear the rustling of fabric and the clanking of metal as they move around behind you. You hear the sound of a fire, and smell the smoke drifting towards you. You piss yourself, terrified of what's going to happen next.
You hear scraping metal and a distinct hissing sound as the person approaches you yet again. You feel him grab your armless stump, and then jam something into the wound.
You could barely feel your arm coming off, but you feel this. It's pure searing pain shooting up through your whole body. You scream out at the top of your lungs, flail your body, and thrash against your restraints. You feel something warm and wet spraying out of the open wound as the person jams whatever they're using into it deeper.
The pain starts to subside, but only because you're losing consciousness. You can feel yourself slipping away, and with your last bit of awareness you hear the same person from before chuckling above you.
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You wake up some time later to the feeling of something hitting your chest. Several more things pelt you, one every few second, hard little swats of striking your torso. You spend a few moments trying to open your eyes, wondering why you can't open them, until your remember they're gone.
The situation comes flooding back to your mind and jolt trying to get up, but you can't move your arms or legs. You can't feel your arms or legs.
You do however feel something tight wrapped around your hips and across your collar bone.
You hear men laughing bellow you, shouting mocking names up at you.
"Finally awake, our new banner!" they yell at you.
The moment of horror hits you as you realize the guard made good on his threat. You're suspended high in the air above the whole camp, tied to a pole with your arms and legs cut off. You can't see it, but yuo know the whole camp is staring at you, laughing at your misery.
"I must say, you've made us a fine new banner Halmond," you hear one of them say.
"Why thank you, I pride myself in making it. Should make an interesting sight for the next few villages we raze."
They're talking about you. You're their new banner, just a piece of cloth to be flown into battle. Is—Is this it? Is this what your life is going to be from now on? No. No it can't. You're the daughter of a noble, the wealthiest merchant in Rothshire. You were supposed to grow into a fine woman, marry someone wealthy, maybe even a prince, live out your days in luxury. This can't be happening to you. It must be some twisted nightmare or trick of the devil.
Hot tears run down your face and a wide smile cuts your lips as you laugh in a strange way. You cast your head back and laugh towards the sky, chuckling harder than you ever have before in life.
"What's so funny banner?" one of the men calls.
You keep laughing for a moment or two, before finally stating, "It's a nightmare. It's all a nightmare. Just some awful dream I'm having, maybe one sent by a demon."
You laugh again. Your throat goes sore, and your neck is stiff. "I'll wake up any moment now. I'll be back in my bed, alone with the servants, waiting for my morning lessons to begin."
The thought gives you an immense amount of joy. Waking up, seeing your servants, your tutor Amnsly, maybe even your mom and dad. It'll be great. Just gotta wait for it to happen. Any second now.
Several second tick by and you only hear the men below you laughing their heads off.
"Hahaha! Banner's gone mad!"
"Banner, you think you'll wake up from your nightmare?"
You laugh again, louder than before. "I will! I know I will! Any moment now. It's just a dream."
The men stop laughing. Their bellowing roars replaced by low chuckling murmurs.
"You know, if this is a dream, then perhaps we should rough banner up a bit," one of them says. "After all, I always wake up from dreams right when the hurting parts start."
"True enough," says the one named Halmond. "But hey, why stop at just roughing up. If we're gonna take her down, why not have some real fun with her."
You hear something clacking and the men bellow erupt into an excited cheer. You feel the pole your tied to jerk and begin to tilt slowly in a controlled manner. You're lowered down to earth, the cheers from the group of men getting louder and louder as you near the earth. The whole time you just have a smile thinking about how any moment you'll wake up and it'll all be over.
You feel hands grip your shoulders and the ropes around your waist and chest come loose. You're picked up like some old sack of flour and slung onto the ground roughly. You grunt in pain. It's a very vivid dream.
"With all the excitement you've caused us, we somehow never got around to what you're really useful for."
You feel him spread open your vagina and shove something thick and warm inside. It hurts, but you're too tired and weak to care. You hear the man grunt and snort as he has his way with you.
"This is my favorite part," he says, right before biting down on your neck and sucking out your blood. You don't scream. You don't cry out. You just think about waking up.
You feel another man grab you from behind and shove his thing inside your ass. This pain is much worse. You can feel his sweaty body on your back and smell his horrible stench. He begins to thrust in and out with a speed unbecoming of his age. You hear him moan as he enjoys himself.
You hear the laughing and hollering of the other men in the crowd as they watch you get violated. Some call out to be next, as they watch the two men rape you without mercy.
The pain is so bad. It's too much. You try to focus on waking up. You tell yourself over and over again that it'll happen any second. You just need to wake up and it'll be over. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.
But you don't.
You lay there, being violated, for what seems like hourse. The men finish inside of you and once they're done two more immediately take their place. Is this a nightmare? Is it a series of nightmares? It can't be real life. It can't be. But it hurts so much. If—If this is a nightmare, it hurts all the same as it would if you were awake.
It's this thought that finally breaks you. Your hysterical smile fades away into panicked screaming and flailing your stumpy limbs about. The men just laugh at your suffering as they continue to fuck your limbless body. The two men thrust into you violently, tearing apart your little holes until they both cream inside. They pull out and two more immediately take their place and do the same, then two more after that, and two more after that, and the cycle just keeps going on and on for hours and hours and hours.
You can't fight back, you can't run or hide, you can't even see what they're doing to you. The only thing you can do is hear their sadistic jeers and feel the constant pain they inflict upon you without rest. It finally hits you. You're not dreaming. You're dead and this is hell.
You let out a broken panicked wail at this realization, and cry to God asking why He has condemned you. The demons who plague you all have their way with you, every man in the camp, from the company commanders down to the lowest of servant boys, even some of the slaves are made to show respect to you. When there are no more men left that you haven't fucked they coax the dogs into fucking you, then some of their horses, and even a pig they're planning on eating. Eventually, when they all tire of you, or when they can find nothing else that hasn't violated you, they tie your limbless blind body back up to the pole and hoist you over the camp like the banner you now are. The men continue to laugh at you as they disperse back to their tents. You simply cry. You don't sob, you don't wail, just produce a slow stream of broken tears that run down your face and fall to the ground far bellow you. This is your life now. Hell, forever and ever, until the end of time.