|Years ago, more than a decade, this young woman challenged the Emperor into a foolish one on one combat. The duel never took place. Instead, the Emperor, Stormbringer, told her how good her head would look on a stake. Not long after, a bounty was placed on that pretty head of hers, and she was captured for the crimes of treason. Back then, the slavery system was not so ironed out, and instead a prison was her residence.
|Just like the pillory or stockades would be used for humiliation by the public, the prison had its own functions, simple yet efficient. Chain her up to a wall and use those slick pretty holes however you please. That summed up a third of her life. With a bit of care and magic, any marks that would have lasted on her vanished, in fact the effects of age had also been resisted, giving her the smooth skin of youth, always tight as a virgin and sometimes literally being tortured with having to relive the same painful moment of having a cock or worse stabbed into her body. It wouldn't do to have the guards favorite fucktoy wear out. The only thing that shows how much older she appears to be is her hair has lost its pigment, going grey, and the experiences she has had to endure have given a vacant look to those amber eyes.
|Eventually, the justice system of the ISA caught up, seeing that this woman had served her time, not exactly a slave, but close to it, being the "Cherry-Popper" for the infinite time to new recruits into the Imperial ranks and just ol'fun for the old timers when they want a bit of nostalgia. She was allowed to roam the streets once more, but she was not free. No one in their right mind will ever let a traitor freely walk the streets. That was why they tend to lose their heads and placed upon the walls for all those to see, learn, and know their place in the Empire. No, she is being checked on now and again...
|The incident that occured during her release is actually a rumor now and it went something like this:
Set someplace on the outskirts of Nanthalion, an outpost prison is visited by a long over due audit over the number of undocumented criminals.
The Auditor looks down at the notebook, "Some of these pages are incomplete. You have dates on their execution or release, but nothing notes when they were admitted."
And the Guard Captain just shrugs, "Sorry Ma'am. Before my time here."
"How was this before your time? You've been here for ten years."
"Almost eleven, actually, but it doesn't change what the guard jotted down before me. Can't blame me for something that I had no part in."
"Right, well maybe you could share responsibility with me by explaining who these are still in their cells. I've gathered they have been here for over ten years, but what did they do to deserve this?"
"May I see the book?"
The Auditor passes the notebook over to the Captain who takes out a pair of glasses for closer inspection on what legible scrawls he's made over these years. A finger runs down the list of many deceased or released prisoners before coming to some still in their caged prisons from over the ten years of captivity. "This one, a turncoat, ran off before a big battle, got caught, turned over information like their camp and such-such gawk, and was recaptured after the battle. Was going to get his fucken he'd split open, but pleaded for justice since he's nobility, and got his wish from their family paying a pretty penny. We kept him waiting for that court date for a good... Oh, looks like twenty or so years since that battles. Here, I'll write that down." Her head shakes askance at the Captains carelessness. "Hmm, let me see. Dead, dead, dead, dead... Okay, here is one. Yup, over ten years here, not been in anything noteworthy for me to reckon how long she's been here, but I know her ass was purdy fucken good when I came in her my first day."
"I don't need to know that much. Why is she here?"
"Hmm... Says she is a traitor."
"... Those are executed. Why is she still here?"
Rough Report of Miy Zariam
The Captain takes a double look over the notes, "Well, according to the report, there is an archived scripture of the event. Here, follow me, I think that it is still in one piece. Had a fire awhile back, none of the building was damaged, but the older woodwork had a nice crispy time before we got things under control. There was some kind of fight between a Torian and Moriel, no idea who they were from down here, but up there, said it was some red winged angel fighting a red headed fire breather. Damn flames showered everywhere... Ah, here we are." The drawers were black and mottled from the flames. A tug on the furniture causes ash and a charred corner piece to fall off. Singed edged of paperwork are pulled out, some of it appeared curled and brown from a liquid that had been poured to cool the anctient flame. A name, Miy Zariam, labeled on the scripture. "Says she went to our Glorious Emperor, Storm'Bringer, and challenged him."
"Again, why is she not dead."
The Guard adjusts his pants a bit before speaking once more, "Had no reason to, from the looks of it."
"Care to explain?"
"Says that was all she did. Didn't fight, kick, or piss on his shoe. Just yelled a challenge and got locked away."
"Bullshit, give me that." A piece of paper, brittle from fire and water, gets torn in half from the Captain's hands. "I said give it to me!" The bottom is carefully handed over. With a moment to glare at the guard, she then begins to read over the incident.
*The Emperor and his Palace Guards watch as this young, stupid, punk of a girl yells at the top of her lungs for Stormbringer to come face her. Names, cruel and immature, jibes, and crude body gestures are thrown at the God. From any other person, this would be a simple opinion, but coming out of the Emperor, it was made fact, "Your head would look good on a stake." He turns and leaves, refusing to acknowledge the challenge. The Palace Guard wait for a command to take her, but no more is said, with the girl leaving, and the offended Imperials not taking it lightly. In a few days, Miy has a bounty placed upon her head for a mere 300mhl. A nameless man manages to capture her alive and bring in the rebellious punk a week or so later. The jailed bird sings obscenities long enough for the guard's tolerance to run out.
"... I understand what happened here. Take me to her cell, there is an overdue execution." A walk down the hall of waving arms, kicking legs, and barred faces leering and yelling at the pair is taken casually, but urgent to the stone cell. Through the bars kneels a half naked woman. Her arms are stretched up to the ceiling, a wheel turning that chain towards the barred gate. On opening the jail cell, the chains violently yank up the prisoner to stand, waking her with a shriek. Her black tipped gray hair falls all over her face, but behind it, a single fiery amber eye peers through at the guests. In haste, Miy rotates on the chain, hanging, kicking herself off the floor again and again, waiting. The Auditor speaks, "Miy Zariam, you are found guilty of treason, sentenced to death, effective immediately." The Auditor turns to the Guard Captain, "Make it quick." Surprised, but not at all against it, the Captain unsheathes his arm-sword, walks up to where the prisoner swings about, and instantly cuts into the woman.
Crimson life pours out of her breast as his sword yanks out of the quickly made slit. Another stab, stopping the rotation in place as the blade sticks its point out of her chest from piercing through between her shoulders. A wheezing sound is heard for a few seconds before the blade is pulled out for a final shove through the helpless woman. "... I think she's dead," the Captain observes. The Auditor approaches, taking a look at the woman closely, and nods in approval. The two leave the cell, closing the door, which lets the body crash back down to the floor on her knees to hang limply.
"Have some of your guard dispose of the body. I want a record of when and where from now on. Is that understood?"
"Perfectly clear."
"Good. Who is next on the list?"
The next day, as the cart full of refuse and a couple of wrapped bodies are being readied to take their journey for the pyre, a voice cries out. Then, there is movement, savaging the linen blanket with struggling kicks and raking nails, garbage thrown about, and Guards calling out in alarm. It takes a few minutes for the mummified constriction to be undone around the woman within. Taking no chances, the Guards restrain the prisoner, taking her back within the walls of their keep, and making way for a cell to lock her inside of until there are answers.
Captain of the Guard comes first, seeing for himself that same woman, Miy, standing in a stone block cell without a scratch on her. Maybe that is a bit much, he could see the marks of his arm-sword, but they were fading, like the dark would retreat from the dawn. As the alarm rose the Captain, so did the messengers fetch the Auditor, who came as second to this resurrection.
"Who the FUCK ordered a healer to bring her back?"
"Ma'am, we didn't. No one, but us, touched her. I- We swear!"
The Auditor walks to the jail cell's bars and raps on them with her knuckles, "Miy Zariam, do you have any explanation for this?"
The prisoner, Miy, stands stock still. The nudity of her body exposes her perfect skin, the youth of her face no different from the day she was taken, but in fact that her hair has the effects of age, it is somewhat odd she appears so pure. Then she speaks, "Ask them again. Ask them what they gave me. Why I am fucked every day and night as a virgin. Why I can take as much punishment as an executioner's ax and still have a head on these shoulders. Ask them, I can't remember a damn thing beyond these walls. Ask WHAT THEY HAVE DONE TO ME!"
The Auditor, taking the Captain by the arm, pulling him with her out of the hall, and into a canopy outside to discuss a very delicate matter. "You have a full minute to tell me what the hell is going on before I make a complete replacement of the entire faculty here."
"A- Uh, I beg your pardon, but a what?"
"I'm going to fucking bring the Imperial Guard here to remove you, your team, and all of the shift crews, if you don't start talking." A motion of her hand, white, then bright blue light sparkles from the palmed knuckles up to the center, generating a pillar of luminescence. "Hello?" A mystical voice calls out from her palm before she shuts it into a fist. "Start talking, or I call them here. NOW!!!" The anger of her shout causes the whole presence of all Guards to stop and stare at their Captain being interrogated.
"I umm- Well, you see, back when I was recruited, all of us recruits, we had a go with the prisoner, Miy. I uhhh... I was told, and I tell the new recruits, that they can get whatever kick they want out of her, and she'll be just fine in the morning. Some time, no idea when, but uh- Yeah, some mage folk, or a Guard who dabbled in apothecary, herbs, or alchemy- Whatever the fucken stuff was, put it on or in her. No idea what it was, but she be fine to fuck every time. Virgin, one hundred percent, every time. Best part, her memory gets scrambled after awhile, takes longer, but it lets us feel like we got an actual innocent girl every time. I uh- Well, we never really killed her before, but there was one time someone thought they broke her arms, bouncing her tits up and down with the gate's chain pulley, like the shoulders popped right out of their sockets. Well, we looked, and she seemed fine the next day... So, yeah."
A face both shocked, morbid, and befuddled swirls across the Auditor's face as this story pukes out of the Captain's mouth. Finally, "Bullshit. Absolute Bull-Fucking-Shit!" Then, she turns to walk away, turns again, pacing back and forth. A thumb's tip is tucked between her teeth to chew as she thinks. After awhile, her attention is back on the Captain, "Keep her here for the moment while I make arrangements."
Within two days, "I want her watched. It has already been documented that her execution was performed. That, her undetermined prison sentence, and the ordeals she had to have endured would clean her present record. I don't like her... Miy gives off the vibe that she will fuck this up again. So, when that happens, you inform me, and I'll pass word to all offended authorities. Watch Her."
With that, Miy Zariam is thrown out of prison. With nothing of worth on her, she heads in a direction familiar to her, back to Nanthalion. Something about that place. She couldn't put her finger on it right away, but after awhile under the clear blue sky, the dark night, and the cool wind of winter to spring gave her a clear head, she remembered. There was unfinished business back there... A challenge between a God and Monster.
|Again, do remember, this is purely a story told between the guards of what happened the day the prisoner Miy had been released. Who knows...