"Princess Sara and her knight" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/FbYR3tyV Created on: Wednesday 22nd of April 2020 10:05:32 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:02:13 AM UTC Princess Sara and her knight Thread starterdhavaer Start dateJul 20, 2014 Watch dhavaer Active Member Jul 20, 2014 Add bookmark #1 Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess. Her parents were the rulers of the most glorious kingdom in the world. She had everything she could want: wardrobes full of gowns, treasuries full of jewels, stables full of horses. The princess had many suitors: the kings and emperors of other lands, mighty heroes and savvy merchant-princes. All of them paid tribute to her beauty as finely as their words allowed them. She noticed, though, that for some of them, their eyes shone brighter when they looked upon her jewels than on herself. Other preferred her horses, or her vast lands. None of them shone brightest for her. And so she denied them all. One day there came rumours of a dark army approaching the kingdom. A force of scouts was deployed to investigate. Only a few broken survivors returned. The king and queen called up an army and sent it with one of their finest generals to guard the border. Again, only a few returned, telling tales of bloody slaughter. The king and queen called up army after army, fortifying their strongest fortresses against the foe. One by one, they fell, until at last the princess was alone in the palace, with only a few trusted bodyguards holding the doors. Giants smashed down the walls, dragonfire burned the towers and demons shattered the gates to drag the princess outside. Holding her down, they stripped her, slashing her gown to ribbons and throwing her jewels to the dragons. Naked and trembling, she watched as the palace collapsed into rubble. Then the army parted, and a figure in armour of the blackest adamant stepped forward towards her. “Why are you doing this?†The princess demanded of the dark general. Before answering, the general removed her helmet, and the princess recognised her. She had known her as a squire, then as a knight. She had long guarded the princess as a chaperone while she met with her suitors. She had ridden away some time after the princess’s suitors had gone. “You denied your suitors,†the knight said, stroking the princess’s cheek with a gauntleted finger, “because you were not what they desired.†“Some of them you denied because they preferred your vaults full of jewels,†the knight said, and gestured to the dragons circling above. “Now they are gone.†“Some of them you denied because they preferred your stables of horses,†the knight said, and gestured to hulking ogres, with reins still trailing for their jaws. “Now they are gone.†“Some of them you denied because they preferred your vast lands,†the knight said, and gestured to the smoke that blanketed the horizon. “Now they are gone.†“Now, you have nothing,†the knight said, as she cupped the princess’s chin, “and yet still I burn with desire for you.†“Will you deny me?†The princess did not deny her. She embraced the knight, and they mated there in the ash and the dust of the once great kingdom. For a year and a day the knight demonstrated the depths of her passion for the princess. Eventually, though, she found that lust was not enough to express her desire. She bound the princess with the finest ropes, though she would willing have done anything for her knight. Into the princess’s mouth she stuffed the finest fruits, into her belly the finest meats and grains, and into her skin she rubbed the finest oils. Then she laid the princess over the fire. When the princess was well browned and near her end, the knight took her to the table. There she tasted her feet, chewed on her calves and delighted in the sweet meat of her thighs. When nothing remained of the princess but her head, the knight had it mounted on a stand of the finest mahogany. Thus ends the tale of Princess Sara and her knight. Last edited: Jul 22, 2014 Like ReplyReport Like Reactions:1 person sara Guest Jul 20, 2014 Add bookmark #2 Thank you Dhavaer! I really liked this story about me :) Hope to chat with you soon so we can put me in more dangerous situations :D Hugs sweetheart ! Like ReplyReport rickrick rickrick Well-Known Member Jul 20, 2014 Add bookmark #3 Sara Abducted Sara had the most awful day. At work, several irate customers yelled at her. She had a fight with her boyfriend. She decided to go to the local pub with two friends. The three young women were enjoying themselves. The music was too loud to have a conversation. But, they were sipping drink after drink, and they were smiling. Sara stood up from her seat to visit the ladies’ room. She motioned to her friends, but they weren’t paying attention. She yelled in their direction. But, they couldn’t hear her. So, Sara went to the ladies’ room. She figured that her friends would deduce her whereabouts. When she returned to her table, her friends were no longer there. Her head was spinning from the loud music and all the alcohol she had consumed. She decided to step outside for some fresh air. As soon as she stepped outside she felt two hands grab her arms. She tried to pull free, but the grip was too strong. She felt her body being pulled. Then, she heard heavy breathing, and she smelled someone’s foul breath. She attempted to turn her head around to confront her captor. Perhaps, this was a prank by one of her boyfriend’s friends. Then, she heard a laugh from the man holding her. She screamed as loud as she could. The man holding her laughed again. And then, footsteps. Another man was approaching. He was laughing too. Sara was drunk and frightened. That was the last thing she remembered before she passed out. When Sara regained consciousness she didn’t know where she was. She was sitting on a floor. She was barefoot. Her hands were tied behind her back. Her ankles were also tied. Some kind of cloth or kerchief was wrapped tightly around her head obscuring her vision. Another piece of cloth was in her mouth preventing her from yelling or even speaking. She tried her best to listen for clues. She thought she heard seagulls, but she wasn’t sure. Then she felt the floor move. At first, she thought she was imagining it because she had so much to drink. But, she was no longer drunk. Yes. The floor was moving. And, then she heard water. The sound of water one hears when riding on the ferry. Then, Sara knew. She was on some kind of boat or ship. Sara felt someone walk behind her. He was taking off the kerchief covering her eyes. She could see two men. She figured they were the men who abducted her outside of the pub. They were both drinking vodka straight from the bottle and, just like before, they were laughing. One of them started to speak to Sara. His speech was slurred, and he was hard to understand because he spoke with a thick Russian accent. He explained to Sara that she was to be delivered to somebody important in the Tambov Gang in Saint Petersburg. Sara figured that the Tambov Gang must be some sort of organized crime operation. Each of the two men was to earn a million rubles for delivering her. Sara didn’t know how much that was, but it sounded like a lot. The two Russians could see the fear in Sara’s eyes. They both laughed. One of the Russians clenched his left fist, and inserted his extended index finger into his fist to communicate to Sara that her new owner wanted to have sex with her. Then, he slapped his open hand on his fist to indicate that she was going to be raped. The Russian said that Tambov Gang liked Scandinavian women. Sara was paralyzed with fear. The other Russian left for a minute and returned with a heavy burlap sack. He reached into the sack and pulled out some kind of bone. The bone was large and looked real. It could have belonged to a horse or a cow…or a person. The Russian brought the bone to his mouth and pantomimed that he was eating from it. Then, he pointed to Sara, and with his heavy accent he told Sara that the man who paid for her wanted to eat her. Both men laughed. Together, they walked up to Sara. One of them starting lick and biting Sara’s arm as if he were a hungry man attacking a steak. The other Russian grabbed Sara’s tied feet. Voraciously, he licked up and down each of Sara’s soles making grotesque hungry noises. Sara shivered, took a deep breath and pondered her fate. To be continued Like ReplyReport rickrick rickrick Well-Known Member Aug 3, 2014 Add bookmark #4 Sara Abducted - Part 2 Sara opened her eyes. She had fallen asleep. She wondered if her frightening experience was real or just a nightmare. She tried to sit up. But the tight ropes constricting her wrists and ankles prevented movement. It also convinced her that her experience it was very real. She looked around. She was naked, lying on a carpet on the floor. She was in an enormous room with very high ceilings. There were oil paintings on the wall. There was a large cherry wood table in the middle of the room with large impressive chairs. Sara realized that she was not alone. There were four other naked, young women near her. Two were asleep, two were awake. Like Sara, all of them were gagged with cloth and had their wrists and ankles bound with rope. After a while, two men walked into the room. Both wore business suits. They were speaking Russian, so Sara did not understand them. In their conversation, one of the men pointed to the girl lying down next to Sara on her left. The other man nodded. As if on cue, two other men entered the room and carried the girl away. Then, the man in the business suit pointed to the girl lying down in front of Sara. Once again, the same two men entered the room and carried the second girl away. This routine repeated itself with the other girls. So, Sara found herself as the only captive still in the room. The two men in business suits approached Sara. One of them started to grope her. He fondled her breasts. He squeezed her thigh. He pinched her rear. The other man smiled, nodded and licked his lips. He knelt down and whispered in her ear. “Ty mne nravish’sya, Jag gillar dig. I like you.†He tried more than one language in hopes that Sara would understand him. Sara feared that the man wanted to rape her. And then she remembered what the men on the boat told her. Did this man really want to cook her alive and eat her? to be continued Like ReplyReport rickrick rickrick Well-Known Member Aug 3, 2014 Add bookmark #5 the sacrifice It was the summer of 1865. The townspeople in the modest seaport community were worried. They were in the midst of a series of violent thunderstorms. Many of the fishing vessels were lost to the rain and the wind. Without a steady supply of fish the townspeople would starve. No matter how seemingly far-fetched, the townspeople left no stone unturned in their collective attempt to bring the rainstorms to a halt. But all their efforts were in vain, and the storms continued. In desperation, one of the town elders suggested asking the oldest person in town. It was known that his family has endured the great storm of 1816. Perhaps, he could remember what measures the townspeople took then. For the last decade, he had lived as a recluse on the outskirts of the town. So, one morning, the old man was visited by the entire council. Upon hearing the pleas of the councillors, he led the delegation into the library. There, he pulled out a dusty tome. Quickly, he turned the faded pages until he came upon a certain page. He stopped and nodded. He lifted he eyes from the book and looked at his visitors. Quietly but confidently he spoke. “At midnight, at the next occurrence of the next full moon, we shall sacrifice a young female. But, not until each of the elders of the town have consumed her flesh. Only then will the rain and the wind stop.†Word soon spread throughout the town. The consensus of the townspeople was to perform the sacrifice. They summoned all the young ladies in town to appear before them. In a secret meeting, the council unanimously chose Sara, the fairest young lady in the town to sacrifice. On the afternoon preceding the next full moon, the chosen maiden was abducted from her home and led to the basement of the council chambers. She was secured with rope to the old sacrificial altar that had laid dormant for decades. Then, the old wise man spoke. “Gentlemen, surely our offering is worthy. Indeed, we shall be blessed with calm seas.†At this point, the maiden cried aloud. She begged for mercy and to be permitted to live. The old man chastised her. “Young maiden, you must understand that your sacrifice is for the welfare of the community. Rebelling against your destiny is a selfish and unbecoming gesture.†As the young lady collapsed in a shallow pool of her own tears and perspiration, the old man stepped aside to permit the head of the council to coat her body with olive oil. Then, the council members carried Sara’s perfect young body above the smoldering fire. The old man recited the incantation that he had read in that old book. “Sacrifice in June. Seas be calm soon.†Sara’s body was completely roasted within an hour. One by one, the elders waited in line to consume some of her lovely flesh. Then, all the townspeople exited the council chambers and walked home as the sun rose in the calm, cloudless sky.