Knight’s Vengeance II [FF] [Fantasy]

When she came to, Veronica Kalm kept quiet and calm. The rustling of a horses carriage kept a consistent sound, but she couldn’t see a thing. Nor could she move. Struggling ever so slightly, the knight-errant found herself bound wrist-to-ankle behind her back and head covered with what smelled and felt like a coarse burlap sack. What a way to get caught.

As reality seeped in, she felt the tingling swell of pain on the back of her head. Really, *what a way to get caught, Veronica,* she thought to herself. Sensations snuck to her senses, as she felt it was cold, probably still night, and someone was speaking.

“Really, what a way to get caught. I can’t believe we had to ride all the way out to Perish to catch her. Really, was it worth it?” A male voice said, disembodied to the knight.

“Are you really asking if this was worth it?” Another answered. Neither voiced had Veronica heard before.

“I mean, why not let her just, you know, go? Soldiers desert all the time.” The other said, cracking the reins of the horses.

“Do you know who we threw back there? That’s *Veronica Kalm*. The Sword of Versati? Slayer of Free-men? Ring any bells, dipshit?” The second voice, and seemingly more rational of the two, answered. Veronica couldn’t help but smile, listening to someone speak of her with both fear and reverence. He had the right idea, at least, as if she could free herself in the next few moments, Veronica would certainly use one of them to kill the other in the most creative way she could imagine.

*Unfortunately*, someone else had the same idea, and had tied quite a sturdy knot when binding her down. The gnarled rope hurt more than her head and the scratchy burlap sack, buried into her wrists and ankles. A stiff breeze of the summer night made her realize she was still naked. The sticky sweat of her skin also told her that she was nonchalantly laying on her armor.

“Listen,” the first driver said as Veronica tried to work the rope on a random edge of her armament, “all I’m saying is that maybe she just wanted to leave, and maybe we should have let her.” His voice was deflated of confidence. Easily a private in ranking. “Good lot she’s ever done us. I’m not surprised, anyway.”

*I’m surprised you found me, assholes.* She thought to herself, unbeknownst that the second driver had turned around to look at her sawing the rope on her shoulder-armor.

“Ah, divinity take us, hold on.” He said, and all Veronica felt was another cranial beating by the flat end of an axe handle. The rest of the journey seemed to pass almost instantly.

After she had not-so-gracefully been rolled off the cart with her armor, Veronica’s next sensation was a now throbbing headache, and burning ears. She knew this sensation all too well, and opened her eyes to see she was now only blindfolded, and hanging upside-down by her ankles. This all proved quite sore.

“Feeling a bit sore, Kalm?” An all-too-familiar voice called out to her in an echoing room. *Fuck me.*

“Don’t worry love, you’re not truly fucked just yet.” She continued without an answer, having watched Veronica for signs of life. “Tell me, what did you plan to gain by deserting? Does an oath mean *nothing* to you?”

Veronica didn’t need time to think.

“I planned to gain my life back, so I could come back here and kill you.” She said plainly, now feeling that someone had certainly hit her on the mouth while she was walking the dream lands.

“Oh, I thought you were just gaining dick. Is that your life now? We had so much fun, I just can’t believe you’d debase yourself.” The voice said, and Veronica could just feel it was as hollow as a theater’s shadow play. “Anyway, we had your little fun killed, so don’t worry about that.”

*Killed?* It all came back. Arthur? Or… Alfred. Ah, jezebel.

“You dirty jezebel, I oughta cut your eyes out. What did that lad do to you?” Veronica spat, angry as the wolf who didn’t get to feast on it’s kill.

“Tried to jump us, naked, is what he did. Didn’t have much armor against a few spear tips, but neither did you against his, *huh?*” She cackled.

This she, the inevitable she-devil, was Lucerne Jesta, the commander of Fort Harrow, which Veronica knew with great certainty she was back inside of. Lucerne and Veronica went back more than a decade, an annul rich with blood, lust, and true evil. Together they composed an inquisition handled by the King of the lands himself, in secrecy.

“You wanted out, huh? Why didn’t you just say so?” *Because you would have had me killed,* she didn’t need to say, “I would have killed you gently, my dear.” Veronica flinched as Lucerne placed her hand on her upside-down cheek. Her headache was beating on her skull like an army at the gates. How long had she been like this?

“Get off it, Lucerne.” Veronica said, and that was just the wrong thing.

“Get off? Well, I was just waiting for your invitation.” Lucerne said, and walked away with a few clicking steps. By surprise, Veronica’s head fell only a few inches to the floor as the rest of her body collapsed with it. A rope and pulley whistled, and the quiet whisper of rope patted on the stone floor. *Fuck. I’m in the damn torture chamber.*

“I hope you don’t mind the scenery, I sure don’t.” Lucerne said, wresting off Veronica’s blindfold with two gloved hands. They met face to face, her former commander squatted down in front of her. Veronica felt quite vulnerable, a rare feeling in her life. Lucerne watched her with cold blue eyes.

“Ah, I missed your face, even if it is a little beat up now. You always looked so alive after battle.” She stood up, walking away to the table where the two of them had kept a myriad of nasty instruments. Veronica was now bound at the elbows, wrists, knees, and ankles, all by individual ropes. She laid motionless on the ground like a tied fish at the market. Nobody had the grace to dress her yet.

Lucerne was kicking up her feet and taking off her boots while still standing. She had on the rich red armor and cloth that they had worn for so long. It’s sight had kept a growing distaste in Veronica, and now it was making her stomach churn. Her shoes? One by one they came off. *Fucking hell.*

“I don’t really care for you now.” Lucerne said plainly. The malice wasn’t in her voice. She bent over and pulled her breeches off, showing her milky white legs. Veronica’s heart beat harder, but fear wasn’t thorough in her bones. This witch would have to break some to cross her threshold. “But you did say get off, and I did miss this.”

Lucerne turned and walked back to Veronica, her form like a towering deity from the ground looking up. Her chestplate was still on, but the inquisitor was naked from the waist down, as she shucked her belt to skitter across the stone floor. A small tuft of rich brown hair matched her luscious and flowing locks.

“Don’t worry, Sword of Versati.” Lucerne said, and kicked her shoulder with good force, rolling Veronica onto her back. Lucerne quickly straddled the knight’s face between her knees, and Veronica could smell the rich and sexual nature of her crotch. Lucerne’s simple and good looking pussy had been in her face a hundred times, and even if she hadn’t really wanted it to be before, Veronica *really* did not want it to be this time.

The objections were muted as Lucerne spread her knees and stance, and forced her sweat-beaded pussy onto Veronica’s mouth.

“Come on, Vera. Just like old times.” She said, and the use of her short name sent a shiver down Veronica’s spine. She was really going to hurt her.

*She’s really going to hurt me.* She thought, as there was a stillness between them.

“*Come on*, Vera.” Lucerne said, her voice more irate. “You aren’t going to like the outcome if you make me do all the work.” She initiated by thrusting her hips forward and back, grinding her lips on Veronica’s soft and swollen lips, still tingling tender with a bruise. The wet and sallow taste pervaded into her mouth regardless.

Finding defeat in a oh-so-hopeless situation, Veronica Kalm opened her mouth and sucked on Lucerne’s slit with trepidation.

“Aye, hey hey!” She called out in the annoying fashion that she had *always* done. “There’s the sensation!” Lucerne grinded herself a little more in the same rocking pattern. Her pussy started to glean itself as Veronica pursed her lips and opened them again, hoping this was all she wanted.

Lucerne put one hand on the uncomfortable stone floor and another in Veronica’s roughed blonde hair. “Ooh yeah, do me like you did that fool in the water.” This was her torture, save death. Lucerne knew her too well.

Veronica, bound and unable to resist in any fashion that wasn’t beatable-thrashing, gave in to sin and opened her mouth fully, sinking her tongue onto the upper part of Lucerne’s admittedly tasty pussy. The inquisitor stopped running her mouth for a minute to build up momentum while she grinded her knight’s face. They had often come to be lovers, usually in the sanctity of bed, but it was all too familiar for Lucerne to be straddling her face on the floor of the torture chamber. The surrealness was not lost on Veronica.

“Come on, come on.” Lucerne said with a hushed manner, her cheeks flushing as she grew very wet. She had great joy in having Veronica eat her out. Great. Joy. Veronica on the hand, dug in and closed her eyes, licking and sucking pussy like she had no other choice.

Lucerne tightened the grip of her thighs on Veronica’s ears, who, now thankful she hadn’t been hit on them, sank her tongue as far as it could bear inside Lucerne. The metal and sweet taste poured into her throat and coated her mouth. Veronica squeezed her own thighs together, growing slick with passive arousal. *Fuck this.*

She pulled against the ropes but found it to be no use, they were as tight as anyone could make them.

“Haha, nice try bitch!” Lucerne said, pushing herself up off Veronica’s face with a wet smack, only to turn around and put herself facing Veronica’s body. The inquisitor dropped herself down on the knight’s mouth again, orientation reversed. She grabbed the ropes around her midsection with one hand and toyed with her own chest over her clothes with the other. A swift yank pulled Veronica helplessly into Lucerne. She dug her tongue deep into Lucerne, as it was all she could do now, her back arched with the rope’s strength.

Lucerne was rocking and rubbing her face like a madwoman, starting to breathe heavy and sweat harder. She yanked and pulled the rope relentlessly, not saying a word. Veronica, simply put, made out with the inquisitor’s pussy until she almost cracked her skull with her thighs in a sudden, trembling motion. Her slick pussy poured and coated her entire face, dripping into her mouth as Lucerne was frozen on her, twitching every few seconds. Veronica knew she had just came, probably sooner than anticipated.

“Well.” Lucerne said after a few moments, sounding a bit out of breath. “I’ll leave you to consider your fate.” She said, the bliss vaporized from her tone. The inquisitor briskly stood and walked out of the torture room, leaving a now cold and wet Veronica alone.

“Uhh, hello?” She called after the woman, who swayed her firm butt out the door. *Fuck me.*

– To be continued…

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