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Subject: {ASSM} Fantasy Nightmare 3
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Date: Tue, 08 Sep 2015 07:10:04 -0400
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Fantasy Nightmare  (3)

    Waking slowly, seeing the healer  kneeling next to me, recognizing her 
as one of the caste of midwives. Her hands  not ungentle as she baths the 
wounds and wraps strips of cloth from my tunic  around them, a paste smelling 
nastily of something I don't want to know about  under the strips. Slowly 
flexing my limbs, feeling the waves of pain in my leg  as I stretch the 
muscles. The muscle of my thigh ripped. The other wounds  superficial for the most 
part. This engagement will leave many scars. Now  feeling the bruises and 
aches covering my body, from head to toe. Head being the  worse. Reaching and 
feeling a large bump. Vaguely remembering the blow that put  me on my knees 
and then the floor of the chariot. Whispering to the woman,  "water 
please." My dry lips cracking with the dehydration of my body. Feeling my  body hot 
with a fever. Slipping into unconsciousness after a few sips of water. 
    Waking again to my body being  touched. More then touched. My lower 
body spread open, feeling fingers probing  into my womanly hole. Fighting my 
eyes open and bending my head upwards to see  the mid wife, her hand moving 
between my legs. Feeling a heat as she rubs some  balm on the parted lips. Her 
fingers working knowingly. Feeling my labia  swelling, as her fingers work 
themselves over my lips and folds. My lifting head  jerked to a stop as my 
throat is constricted. Quickly pulling my hand to my  throat; but finding 
them chained to a belt a my waist. As my lower body responds  to the touching 
of the woman, my mind registers finally that I am not just  injured; but I am 
also a captive. My mind searching to remember the recent  battle. The 
wounds and falling to the floor of the chariot. And then vaguely the  bump after 
that, falling to the ground behind. My lower body lifting as the gook  on 
the woman's fingers, heat up my labia and clit. My nipples hardening, aching  
as I feel the warmth, the heat caressing my sensitive parts. Grunting as I 
feel  her hand worming into my tunnel, past the opening and touching the warm 
pliable  walls. In spite of my condition, panting in excitement as my lower 
body tingles  with arousal.
    The woman intent on her  inspection of my parts, her slender hand 
moving deeper. My body jerking as it  touches the opening to my womb. Fingers 
probing, touching evaluating. Trying to  pull my legs closed as my body 
trembles. Moaning loudly, in discomfort and  pleasure. Bending my head a little and 
seeing that my legs are held apart spread  and lifted at a forty- five 
degree angle in the air. Tied in place for this  examination. Finally after long 
minutes it seems, the woman working her hand and  arm out of my yielding 
vagina. Again, her fingers probing and touching my labia  and clit. Then 
grunting as the a finger moves to the opening of my anus. Wiping  more of the goo 
around the opening and finger. Pushing gently at the small brown  hole. 
Slowly circling, as the ring relaxes, a second finger working into the  
opening. The fingers slowly moving clockwise and counterclockwise, soothing  
massaging relaxing the tense sphincter muscle, Holding my breath, as I feel the  
pleasure around my ass hole, as the fingers slide against the coated  flesh.
    Laying back, closing my eyes,  trying not to push on the woman's 
fingers, fighting for control of my body.  Adding another fingers, as they working 
the membrane of the small opening.  Feeling myself blushing as my body 
squeezes against the fingers. Not able to  control my reaction. Not wanting to 
squeeze; but not able to stop myself. The  woman feeling my reaction, taking 
her other hand and extending fingers, to  caress my clit. Massaging it 
across the throbbing bud and then in a circular  fashion. Arousing me quickly, 
and almost as quickly taking a cum from my body.  Finally looking at me, a 
small smile on her face, speaking to me in the common  tongue, "that should 
relieve and relax you so I can complete my examination." A  soft pat of her 
fingers on my clit, hand resting there as her other hand again  moves in my 
back hole. "Thank you," the words soft and low from my lips. Laying  back and 
again, not moving, fighting my body with all my concentration, not to  allow 
myself loss of control. My splayed legs trembling as her fingers work deep  
into my ass, coating the opening with more of the salve and feeling her 
whole  hand slide slowly into my asshole. My stomach muscles tensing, rippling 
under  the skin. My suspended legs trembling as I feel the hand creep deeper 
into me.  Then feeling my stomach and bladder being moved as she forms a 
fist inside my  body. The feeling of discomfort more than that as the organs 
shift, my bladder,  now I realize feels more than full. Fighting for control 
as I try not to piss.  "Please, please," begging the woman, her head nodding 
as she acknowledges my  words. "I will be done in a moment dear."
    Using all my will power to  squeeze, wishing I had a hand free to pinch 
at the opening of my ureatha. So  badly needing to vent my water. Beads of 
sweat forming on my brow and neck.  Finally feeling the woman opening and 
sliding her hand from my ass. Breathing  deeply as I feel the hand pop free. 
Never having felt so uncomfortable and full  in my lower body. The woman's 
finger moving over my mound, massaging around my  small opening, easing the 
need to release. 
Taking a cup of water and a small piece of cloth,  wetting my lips, my 
tongue feeling thick in my mouth. The leather collar around  my neck tight as I 
gulp a sip of water, then another.
    The woman using the cloth to  wipe my face and upper body of the sweat. 
The cool cloth, feeling so good  against my hot fevered flesh. Her eyes not 
meeting mine as she gives me a sponge  bath. Feeling that she wants to 
speak to me. Finally putting down the cloth, her  hand brushing my cheek, 
softly, reassuring and sensual. The slow strokes  relaxing me, easing the tension 
from my body.
Watching as the woman takes a deep breath. One hand  moving to her neck, 
pushing aside her hair and the cloth of her garment.  Exposing the leather 
band around her neck. "I am a slave like you," her words  soft. "My skills as a 
midwife, as a healer have allowed me some freedom that you  will not have. 
You are intelligent, mature and knowing, an officer so I have  been told. 
You know what your fate will be, as a mercenary. You will not be  ransomed, 
very few are by your masters. You will be a houri. You know what that  term 
means? You are now a whore to this army. Your job will be to satisfy the  
needs of the males of this army." The woman stopping, looking at me, and seeing  
that I understand about this sort of thing.
    "I will tell them that you are  still recovering from your wounds and 
need another night; before they can use  you. I don't know if it is a 
blessing or a curse, your surviving. Please, do not  ask me to help you kill 
yourself. I will do all I can to heal you, to make  things easier; but even I am 
limited in what I can do. I do not know the exact  count; but I think less 
then twenty women have been brought back as captives.  Some are elfin, some 
are amazon and some are harlots that we found hiding in  wagons in the forest. 
The fate of all of you will be the same. How long you will  be able to 
stand this condition and survive body and mind, no one knows. The  lucky ones 
lose their minds after awhile, the unlucky survive and wither slowly.  Maybe 
one of them will take a fancy to you; but given your age and looks, you  are 
not likely to be one of them. They prefer young, ripe sexy  women.
    The woman looking down at me,  her hand still moving gently against my 
face and neck. Soothing, comforting.  "Shall I tell you more, or am I 
scaring you?" Nodding slowly, "please tell me  what to expect." My eyes catching 
hers, seeing the sadness in  them.
    "You will not be killed, as many  are. One of the advantages of being. 
a woman. Well you will not be killed right  away. Your spirit will be 
killed, then you mind and then finally your body. Some  women, a rare few, thrive 
on being whores; but those have only been with men.  Human men or elves or 
dwarfs. Not taken by goblins or orcs, minotaurs or  centaurs or dire wolves, 
and most definitely not by a Rock Troll." My eyes  opening wide as she lists 
the creatures human and otherwise of this army. I have  actually had men 
and elves. Despite my preference for women, I have craved the  attention of 
men in the past. My mind working quickly, rape and whoredom, have  always been 
a real possibility in the realm of mercenaries. Mercenary women. But  
normal foes, are not what have been encountered here.
    My mouth working, no words  coming as I look up to the woman. Seeing 
the sympathy in her eyes, the lines of  her face. The moisture of tears 
forming. "You are a slave of this war. A whore  to this army. To all in this army. 
They use women, some for their own pleasure,  for the release of their 
seed, for the pain that they can inflict on body and  spirit. Yes. You might be 
used by any or all of those creatures. A fortune of  war or in your case a 
misfortune. As a slave you do have value; but sometimes  that is not enough. 
The men and goblins and orc are brutal and will fuck a whore  in long lines. 
Spewing their seed into your holes. But for the most part, they  are not 
totally abnormal in their organ. The dire wolves are oversize canines.  And 
they have large organs for the most part; but they are doable, if you can  
survive the fate of being a bitch. The men love the humiliation of having a  
woman bitch fucked." My face showing the revulsion of that thought. My labia  
throbbing in spite of subject matter. My nipples hard and swollen. My mind  
feeling the betrayal of my body.
"Relax dear. It is the ointment that I rubbed on you,  that is making you 
feel this way. In addition to being a healer and ministering  to your wounds, 
I am a mid wife and very knowledgeable in the ways of babies,  and the 
parts that cause them to be formed." Her words soft and soothing.  Fingers still 
brushing my cheek. Calming. "Some call me a witch. My duties as a  slave 
are to exam the women, and see what might they and their bodies survive.  As I 
said, minotaurs and centaurs are possible partners here. Rock trolls you  
really don't need to worry about. They are as likely to eat a woman as to 
have  intercourse with her. And at present each of you women have great value. 
Well  anyway those of the amazon women and those women elves. Those whores 
that they  captured are not worth much to those here, just another body with 
holes. The  Bullmen and centaurs can damage a woman with their sexual organs 
and frenzy.  Some women are not able to accomodate, and organ so thick. If 
you are chosen,  and they will choose some women, as the centaurs lost a 
number of their females  in this fight. I will do all that I can to ease your 
pain and suffering, other  than I am forbidden by my goddess to kill or help 
another kill themselves. I am  sorry Raven, I assume that is your name from 
talking with the other women. But  your status as a leader and your deadly 
skill in this battle and have made you  not endearing person to the centaurs. 
Luckily the minotaurs took no  losses.
    The healer looking down at me  then reaching into her wicker chest and 
taking out a salve to rub under my  collar. "This will help some, I have 
others to attend to, goodbye for  now."
    "Thank you for all your help and  advice," watching as she stands and 
walks away. Turning myself on my side and  with my yanking and pulling on the 
collar, am able to kneel over the waste  bucket and relieve myself. Looking 
around at my cell, actually a part of the  dungeon from what I can see. 
Thinking and waiting as the day passes. Knowing  that my respite might well end 
on the morrow. Not knowing what might be my  fate.
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