Legends Reborn Ch. 03

Merle

So, there I was, powerless. My only ally was the least powerful sorceress there was (although, to be perfectly fair, she was a pretty competent diviner). I still knew nothing of the war. William was looking for a way to stop the army that he and I had unleashed, and the Conclave of Light and Shadows had not only banished me and stripped me of my powers, but had basically made it impossible for me or any emissary sent by me to approach them, save in death. The army of demons, vampires, werewolves, and other assorted baddies was growing at an exponential rate, no humans were truly aware of it yet.

So, in other words, things were bad.

Things were, however, going to get worse. The part I am writing about now is not a happy part of my life.

****

Teresa had warned me: Trouble was coming.

In an effort to avoid it, we had split up and hide. The city we were in was mostly abandoned. We had inadvertently circled back behind the armies, and not many people were left. Those that were, however, were vicious. We did not want to be captured.

And so, we had separated. In two hours, we would meet at the other end of town, hopefully safe and in one piece. I say hopefully because we were both effectively powerless. I had no magic at all, and all she could really do was divination magics.

This was not a welcome state.

So, here I was, potentially the most powerful magical being ever to walk the face of the earth, and I was cowering in fear of a couple of uneducated street thugs. That’s just the way my life goes, it seems.

I was between two very tall, very dark, extremely ominous buildings (again, that’s just how my life goes) when it happened. Yes, I was jumped.

I suppose it was only inevitable. A lone girl, no defenses visible, of course I was going to get raped in a neighborhood like this.

However, they didn’t count on the broadsword I was wearing beneath my trench coat.

I pulled it out. It gave them a halt, but a) there were nine of them, and only one of me, b) I was a young woman, not very obviously muscular, and c) it was a little late, as three of them hadn’t halted for very long. If I were a betting gal, I’d say those three were the, er, “loose screws” of the group, but I didn’t have long to think about it.

The first one got run through as he charged me. It was a notoriously bad idea on his part, but it was fortunate for the rest of the group. In the precious seconds it took to get my sword free of the corpse it was stuck in, the rest of his group had arrived.

I was surrounded, then, by eight strapping young men with lead pipes, tire irons, and chains. The situation was, at best, bad. I was a pretty good swordswoman (the knowledge had been magically implanted in my head), but my muscles had not yet adjusted to the strenuous exercise of handling a large metal blade, nor to the very specific patterns of a master swordfighter.

Still, I held off quite awhile. After fifteen minutes, my hair was matted by sweat, and my breath was coming out in gusts. I had killed three more of them, leaving five more. However, I was slowing down noticeably. It was only a matter of time until the found an opening that I was too slow to block.

I killed two more before they did.

I heard the whoosh of a pipe descending behind me, but I was just too tired. My muscles were on fire, my breathing was hitched and erratic. I surrendered gladly to the blackness that consumed me.

******

William Estacade roared his fury. His roar was vicious, full of rage and hopelessness.

Everyone had abandoned him. He had first contacted the Daybreak Trinity, the triumvirate that led an organization utterly dedicated to the complete destruction of the magical abomination that was corrupting the planet. They knew that, while others could take the Bible as full of metaphor and fiction, the one phrase that would always stand as truth was “Thou shalt not suffer a sorceress to live”.

They had not answered his call. Natalia had returned with the news that the Daybreak Trinity believed him bewitched, and had cut him off from all further communications. He no longer held any of the passwords, none of the contacts. In their fanaticism, they could not believe that their actions could be held responsible for the utter damnation of the world.

That was fine. He would destroy the Daybreak Trinity later, and take lead of the organization. First, he had to stop this army. But how?

His old army contacts! He had been dishonorably discharged, yes, but maybe they would respond to a national emergency.

A new plan in mind, he readied Natalia with more directions.

******

Merle

I awoke a few minutes later with a wicked headache and very little control over my body. My hands were tied together, and my ankles were similarly tied. I was trussed up like a pig for sacrifice, laying on a filthy couch in a filthier room.

The stench of marijuana permeated the air, and I could hear arguing amongst the three young men I hadn’t been able to kill, as they played cards. I had hoped they hadn’t noticed my initial struggles upon, but I had been unable to conceal my initial shock, and my soft noises when I was testing my bonds had moved the attention of my captors from internal strife (good) to me (bad).

The three men walked up to me. The leader, a tall man, with pale white skin and ice blue eyes stared at me for a second, then slapped me. Hard.

I spat blood on his shoe. His two lackeys (for it was obvious be his actions, both now and in the argument that he was the leader) seemed to hold their breath, but the man just laughed.

He pulled out my sword, still laughing, and used to begin cutting away my clothing, piece by piece.

Yikes!

I couldn’t bring myself to get angry. I was too worried. I was completely powerless. I had nothing, anymore. No way to defend myself.

There would be no mystical surprise to the rescue this time, I knew. I didn’t even have the emotional energy to get angry, even a little bit. I cursed my fate half-heartedly as my panties were cut off, and then started to sob.

My ankles were freed, but I didn’t try to fight. I heard their cruel jokes, about how much I wanted it, how much of a little hellion I had been. Their laughter stung my pride, but I had so little pride left.

I gave up.

The leader shoved his dick in my mouth, all the way down to my throat. I gagged, choked, cried; he didn’t care. Eventually, I stopped gagging, choking, and crying. I had stopped praying for a rescue when it was obvious that none would come.

Satisfied that he was lubricated enough, the leader pulled out of my mouth. “Don’t wanna blow early, girlie,” he whispered in my ear, his hands caressing my breasts. My nipples stubbornly refused to stiffen under his ministrations, though I doubt he cared. He wasn’t in this for my pleasure.

“I’m gonna get you fat with a little bastard baby, you stupid cunt,” he told me, as he stepped up between my forcefully splayed thighs. “Maybe I’ll let help repopulate our little gang. A next generation, to carry on the family traditions, as it were.” As he was laughing, he pushed.

As his head spread the lips of my vagina, I started to scream for help. He paused, head just barely in my passage, to say, “Shut her up,” to one of the lackeys. The lackey gladly complied, ramming his cock through my lips, muffling my screams effectively while humping my face as brutally as he possibly could.

The leader tensed up, then, and though I couldn’t see him, due to the groin of another one of my attackers, I instinctually knew what was coming.

Swallowing a sob (and an unhealthy dose of cock meat), I prepared for the thrust that would take all hope of my ever returning to magic again. For the thrust that would take my innocence.

I screamed as he pierced my hymen. He laughed raucously, pointing down to his friends. “Hey, the bitch was still cherry!” They all had a good laugh at that, as my blood stained the already filthy couch.

The tall man started pumping into me, vicious and uncaring for how sore I was. He grunted as he thrust, hilting himself in me as our pubic hair mashed together. There was a good deal of pubic hair stuck to my teeth when the first lackey pulled out. He went down, and wrapped my tits around his saliva-wetted cock.

He groaned out, “Oh, her titties feel so nice,” as he pumped, and the man humping my bleeding cunt merely grunted again. The third lackey, who had been taking care of himself by hand, leapt at the chance of taking one of my holes. He thrust into my mouth, now free to pleasure him. I no longer had the energy to scream as the three thugs raped me.

It had been awhile since they had had a woman, and they were taking it out on me. The lackey in my mouth was the first to cum. He shoved his crotch all the way into my face, groaning loudly, and firing his sperm straight down my throat. I started to choke on the cum, thick and disgusting. My stomach rebelled…

The man tittie-fucking me shot his load all over my face and breasts. “How would you like a little pearl necklace, you fucking cunt,” he groaned as he shot. I could feel the vomit coming up as he dismounted me.

With a loud grunt, the man in my cunt came. I could feel each thick, viscous shot, as it splashed through the inside of my sperm soaked, bloody cunt.

As he pulled out, he laughed at me. He was saying something, but I couldn’t hear him. Everything was going black. I couldn’t breath. I was choking to death on vomit and cum.

My last thought as I went blank was: what would my mother think when they found my body…

******

I woke up a few minutes later to a burning pain in my rectum. They had figured our what was wrong in time. Damn.

I was bent over the arm of the couch. More sperm coated my thighs. Another man was raped my cunt, adding more sperm to the mixture in my womb. The leader was taking my final virginity.

My face was being smothered in a puddle of vomit and sperm on the couch cushion. I could feel a think prick being shoved in and out of my sensitive asshole.

My tears added to the mixture on the couch cushion, as the man pulled out of my rectum, and thrust him cock back in my dirty cunt. Another load was added to my womb. True to their promise, they were going to try and impregnate me.

As one of the lackeys stepped up and thrust into my tender asshole, I heard a door shatter. Tess stood in the door way. Magic blazed around her hands, and a lance of fire pierced the heart of each of the three thugs. It had probably taken her five or six minutes to prepare that single spell. I didn’t have the energy the thank her. I just passed out again.

******

William Estacade didn’t know what to do. His army contacts had abandoned him as well. They didn’t believe that he was telling the truth.

He had been kicked out of the army when he had killed a young woman, a woman who had admitted to being the high priestess of a coven. The uppity bitch had thought herself safe. The spawn of Satan was never safe from him.

He hadn’t known that the corruption had spread so far, however. He had thought to be applauded for doing God’s work. Instead, he had been dishonorably discharged. The media surrounding the event had turned it into a circus, one that he had had no chance of coming out as a hero in.

However, his actions had come back to haunt him, for none were now willing to believe that a hostile army was gathering. They didn’t believe him!

He wanted to cry. He wanted to be human again. Why did this have to happen? What had he done wrong?

Even as he despaired, his mind was whirling away, marking off every possible source for help, one by one.

The list was rapidly shrinking, and he was rapidly running out of ideas.

******

Merle

I woke up a few hours later in some woods. The trees, the undisturbed, safe nature should have relaxed me. It didn’t. As memories of my day slowly filtered into my mind, I just shut myself down. I couldn’t deal with life.

I could still see and hear. I just didn’t care. I couldn’t bring myself to care about my life.

Tess silently shoveled food into my mouth. I chewed; I swallowed. It tasted like cum. I had to work to keep my stomach down.

After I had eaten, Tess began to let loose a stream of apologies. She babbled on. She was sorry she hadn’t saved me as I had saved her. She was sorry I had lost my magic. She was sorry that I had gone through what I had gone through. She was just plain sorry.

I didn’t respond. I didn’t see the sadness in her eyes.

Returning to an uncomfortable silence, she wrapped my arm around her shoulders, and together we walked.

******

She set up wards around our camp that night, before we slept.

Before she slept, that is. I couldn’t sleep. I just stared ahead. I had been raped. It was inconceivable. This didn’t happen. It couldn’t.

My mind struggled for God only knows how long with the concept that I had been raped. I had heard that some women enjoyed it. That couldn’t possibly be true. The horror, the pain, the feel of utter worthlessness…it was overwhelming.

Eventually I must have drifted off to sleep. When I was aware again, we were already moving. She was silent. She didn’t eat at any of our breaks, but shoveled food down my throat. She cleaned me, fed me, took care of me in every way. She grew gaunt, haggard. She looked to be all skin and bones, and her eyes had lost their luster. I didn’t notice.

We finally reached a cabin in the woods. I could tell, even through the haze that I was living, this was wear she wanted to be.

She sat me down on the steps leading to the door. She conferred with a male voice, saying something. What, I don’t know.

A stronger pair of hands picked me up and dragged me through the door. I was laid on a bed. Tess came up to me. She slapped me once, until my eyes focused on her. She said, slowly, as if talking to a child, “I tried to help you, as you did me. I couldn’t stop them from taking everything from you. I failed. I completely and utterly failed. And I’m sorry. I just want you to live again.”

The next morning, I awoke. I waited for Tess, but she didn’t come. I waited for about an hour, but nothing happened. Finally, I got up. Through sheer force of will, I walked through the door and into what I deduced was the kitchen. I made myself some food.

After I ate, I stepped outside to a horrific sight. Tess was hanging from a tree branch outside, obviously dead. She was just…there, swaying gently in the breeze. She looked so serene. For the first time in I don’t know how long, she looked to be at peace.

It was then that I realized. I hadn’t responded to her when she had begged for my forgiveness. I hadn’t comforted her when she realized that she had failed me. I had just…given up. I had refused to see that she could needed help, too. I had refused to see, and it had cost me the only friend I had.

Just then, I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I remembered that the cabin we were in had an owner.

******

Only one name remained on William Estacade’s list. Only one person who would believe him. Whether that person would help him remained to be seen, but at least the message would have been spread. At least it was possible.

There was still hope, no matter how little it was.

******

And that was the third part of my life. The loss of all remaining innocence, the loss of all seeming hope. I had nothing then. I had no power, I had no friends. I was the cause of the death of my only friend.

In my selfishness, I had refused to aid someone who wished nothing but good towards me. In my despair, I had basically killed the only person in the world I could trust with anything. Never again would I let that happen. Never again would I let my needs, my wants, my petty desires, to interfere with what was right.

It was a turning point. A harsh one, but an important one. I would learn what I needed to learn, I would do whatever it took to protect the world’s innocent.