Condemned
Author: A_Mouse
Edited by: (UnEdited)
**Comments**
This was just a practice story in creative writing, it will not be continued and will likely never get edited down to perfection.
(M/F, Age-Play, Violent, Harsh, Dark, Death, Inflation (sorta), Vomiting)
Cold, The air had a cold chill to it and seemed to flow around the body rather then breeze about, as if suffering spirits in the wind wanted everyone in the dungeon to suffer as well. Caitrin sat on a small rug that had been left in the cell for her, offering her a little relief from the cold stone floor. She didn't know why she was here as she glanced around at the mildew stained walls and lightly rusted steel bars that made up her cell. She took a deep breath to sigh, however the stench of sewage from the open toilet system made her gag before she could sigh.
Set into the wall of the cell, far to high for Caitrin to see out of, was a single window that allowed her to know if it was day or night. Her bed was a hard wooden bench, with a ratty blanket thrown over it and no pillow. There was a small table where she could sit on the floor beside it and have it the right height for her, as if she were sitting in a chair. The table only had 3 legs, one of the frail wooden legs having been broken off by a previous tenant to the cell she guessed. The missing leg was noticed the hard way as she placed her food on the table and found it in the floor, She would go hungry that night. There was a steel cup and plate on it, which her food was placed on and in, before it was handed back to her.
The room didn't offer much in the way of a view, with the window to high and the bars inset about a foot, all she could see was the empty cell across from her and her own cell. A small sink with a small stream of water routed to constantly run through it sat in the back corner. This was drinking, washing and anything else you wanted to do. The water ran down to fill a small hole in the floor that was her toilet, the water flowing to carry the wastes out of the complex. 'but it doesn't help the smell,' the young girl thought to herself playing with a doll she didn't remember how she had gotten.
Caitrin stretched and stood walking to her bed and placing the little doll which had; red faded yarn for hair, black buttons for eyes, yellow faded fabric for skin, and a pretty pink dress, on her bed before noticing a puddle of water. The roof leaked as thunder clashed outside, the light illuminating her cell and allowing her to see her reflection in the water a second. She was white all over, her scaled form standing out from the dark stone of her cell.
The lizard girl blinked, kneeling beside the puddle and looking into it, her yellow eyes blinking as she smiled, "I am pretty, aren't I Patty?" She asked looking up at her doll, than grew silent as if waiting for a verbal from the lifeless eyes that looked back at her. After a second she grinned, "Thank you Patty, I think so too." She said looking back into the water for a second. Suddenly she herd the squeak, the kind that grades on ones ear drums and makes them cringe as ice shard shoot up their spine. However, for her this meant the food cart was coming through today.
Food was good and the cart seemed like it only cam through every other day as she scrambled to get to her feet and grabbed her plate and cup, hurrying to the small slot in the bars where she got her food. The cart pushed up and rolled right past her cage. She whimpered and look at the gruff pitbull who pushed the cart, "Please sir.. please, I am so hungry.. I need something" She said, her stained pink skirt ruffling as she shifted.
The pit bull turned to face her and grinned, one of his eyes being covered in a patch, a large cigar hanging from his lower lip. "Ya want food ya little cunt. Warden sez not ta feed you taday, sez somfin I fergit." The pit bull snarled as Caitrin looked up, her shirt less form showing of her scales, but she had no breasts so there was nothing for a shirt to hide. The pit bull looked at her and grinned bigger, "I'll feed yas, iffin you turn around and lift that tail, lemmie have a grab atca coochie." He said getting a little excited about the prospect.
Caitrin blinked and nodded, she wasn't totally oblivious to sex, but had never had it either. Slowly she turned and bent over, lifting her tail for the pit bull that dropped his cigar he was so excited. Grubby fingers reached for her, his arms sliding through the bars as he rubs over her rear. The skit was for her modesty, but she hadn't been given panties, this made it easy for the pit bull to see her dark slit, the lips were black, making it stand out from her scales nicely.
She felt his hands rub over her hips a little, finger rough and the fur matted on them from work. He rubbed over her tail hole and down thumbs grabbing her sex lips and spreading them as he cackled, "Hoo hoo hoo ya!" He said as suddenly a thick finger found her sex and forced itself deeply into her passage. She didn't have a hymen to tear, but the finger was so thick it stretched her deeply forcing her to cry out and jump form the hands. The pit bull pulled his finger up and licked the disgusting digit, sliding a plate of food through the slit in the bars, "Thasa tight ass coochie ya got there cunt. Hafta see that again" He picked up his cigar and stuffed it back in his mouth, starting to push the cart on down the corridor.
Caitrin was overjoyed to have food, nearly forgetting about the pain of being stretched, she hurried to the plate and cup, pulling it up and to the table, all but shoving her face in the plate, trying to get every speck of food from it. All too soon the plate was empty and she took it to the small sink to clean. She learned early if you didn't wash your plate it was returned to you the next day with the old food still on it.
A clash from the door made Caitrin jump as she looked up. It was Fiachra, the night guardsman that watched her section of the hall. He would often come see her for a little bit, it made her feel special. He was a gryphon, large with crimson red feathers, yellow arms and beak, and black claws tipping his fingers. His attire consisted of a dark gray leather tunic, with a sword on his belt and chain leggings.
He opened her cell and walked inside, only to be greeted by the energetic little girl grabbing and hugging him. Her eyes teared up as she looked up at his form which seemed massive next to hers, "Are they really gonna kill me Fiachra?" Catrin asked the gryphon, looking up at him, tease threatening to stream from her eyes. Fiachra didn't say anything instead he patted her head softly.
"Don't worry," He said with a soft gryphonic smile, "Everything will be fine." He slipped down and gave her a hug before standing, "Now I have to get back to my patrols, I am also talking to the judge about you. We will see what happens." He said with another smile and licked her nose, "You just take care now." Fiachra stood and stepped back out side her cell, locking it behind him and heading off down the corridor. Catrin watched him until he was out of sight, pressing her head to the bars and listening to his footsteps until she could no longer hear them.
She stayed there for a long time, before slipping over to what passed as her bed and curling up on it, hugging her little doll, "I am pretty and Fiachra will save me, he is my knight in shining armor, like that story, right Patty?" She asked the doll then kissed it, curling up and closing her eyes.
A loud slam echoed through the room as Fiachra pushed the door to the judge's office open and showed himself inside with the Judge's secretary following him repeating that he needed an appointment to see the Judge. The Judge, a badger of unknown age sat behind a large wooden desk, wrinkles on his forehead folded down over his eyes, it was a wonder he could see anything at all.
He stopped his secretary and waved her off, then smiled at the gryphon, "Captain Fiachra, to what do I owe this intrusion into my domain??" He said in a tone that would almost make one feel like he was greeting an old friend.
"I am here to talk about Catrin, Sir I think you should change your verdict, she is only a child, poorly trained and the events that unfolded should not be held against her" Fiachra said with such 'matter a fact' ness that the Judge took a second to adjust himself.
"Are you questioning my ruling?"The judge asked somberly.
"Of course not, it's just that.. she is a child. Yes she killed fifty guards, and yes she burned three house, but when you send the guards after a child, she gets scared, and a child who is a sorcerer of the caliber that she is, you should have expected that would happen, you scared her.. This isn't right!" Fiachra said, pounding his fist into the judge's desk with his last word, looking the old badger in the eyes.
"I will not change my ruling, she killed fifty of our best guards and destroyed three houses, if she hadn't been brought down who knows what kind of destruction could have happened" The old badger said, lifting a glass of water from the table to sip at it, and then cough, hacking as if trying to dislodge a lung, "Now if you will excuse me captain, I have work to attend to, as you should have"
Fiachra looked down and nodded, "Yes Your honor" He says bowing before heading out the door, cursing under his breath.
The door clanking open woke Catrin as a wolven guard entered her cell and walked over to her, grabbing her arm and pulling her out of bed to the cold stone floor. "On your feet you nasty bitch, time for the prepping." He says with a chuckle, dragging the naked little girl from her cell and down the hallway. She wasn't given time to get to her feet and any attempt found that the way her arm was held made it uncomfortable to stand. She ended up stumbling along, trying to keep from being drug as her falls and trips caused small cuts on her legs.
Cells they passed greeted Catrin with whistles and cat calls from inmates, who found the young form exciting to look at. Soon however she was drug through a door and into a round room. There was a block of wood in the center with shackles around the bottom of it and steel rods that went through holes drilled in it, seemingly to allow the shackles to be adjusted. She was pulled on to the block on her belly. The guard behind, who she just noticed, also wolven knelled down and grabbed her feet pulling them down to shackle them. The wolf in the front did the same, and rather then adjust the shackles he pulled her arm tight and locked it into place, so her shoulders were stretched and the steel shackles bit into her wrists.
The guard in the rear looked up, "It won't work, in this slow her legs are too short, in the next one up they are too long." He said looking at his partner who knelled and grabbed one of Catrin's legs pulling down on it with a force that caused her hip to pop loudly, "There, the little cunt fit's now." He said as Catrin let out a scream of pain and thrashed in her bonds, what little she could. As soon as the initial shock had left she calmed as thrashing only made the dislocated hip hurt worse.
On guard looked at the other as he pulls her tail to the side and clamped it into a special clasp for it, "You think maybe, we could have a go at it eh? Don't think anyone would mind?" he says a hand rubbing over Catrin's hip, that was slowly swelling from being dislocated.
The other guard laughed, "Fuck her raw for all I fucking care, I have to get the pump, she is to be filled and burned alive." And with that the guard left in search of the 'pump'. The wolven guard left in the room grinned evilly and slowly slid his chain pants off and rubbed his swelling sheath.
"Oh your going to get it you little cunt, you killed my brother and now I'm going to fuck you till he gets back, you little fucking bitch." He said leaning over her and punching her in the back of the head as he placed the tip of his member at her black lipped sex, "I am so gonna enjoy tearing your cunt!" He all but screamed and thrusts hard into Catrin.
As if the pain in Catrin's hip and being punched in the head wasn't enough she screamed as the huge wolven member stretched her passage, it was like he was ripping her in two, the thick member wiggled inside her as he pulled back and thrust again, stretching her out more. The wolf slowly started to pull free from her quivering passage and thrust into her depths, working her out a little each time as he groaned and grunted in pleasure.
Catrin's mouth hung agape, she wanted to scream, she wanted to cry, but she couldn't do anything as the thrusting member invaded her tiny form. Something however stirred between her legs, the tiniest hint of pleasure from his attentions as his hips slapped hers over and over. His member swelling as the knot at the bas started expanding out, popping in and out of her body, renewing the pain and crushing the little pleasure she felt as the room seemed to fade into darkness.
The wolf moaned almost in a howl as he hilted himself inside the little lizard his knot swelling too big for him to pull free as he rocked inside her slightly, his member swelling more just before his hot seed blasted into her passage, filling her up to the brim as she shivered, the burning pain in her hip revived as the wolf smacked her, "How do you like that bitch, Huh? Fuck you, you filthy whore." He all but screamed as the door opened and the other guard appeared pushing a large machine with him.
"You still in that cunt, pull the fuck out and clean up, you need to be at the gates now." The guard said poking the one still hilted in Catrin in the hip. The wolf gave a tug his huge knot finally popping out of the lizards passage and his member pulled free with a wet slurp, before he pulled his pants up and slipped out.
The wolven guard left said little as he lifted a plug and slid it into Catrin's rear, stretching that our as well. Catrin gasped as the fist sized plug filled her bottom, and more so as the wolf started to turn a crank on the machine, hot water flowing into her bowels, the water burning at her insides as the guard turned the crank on the pump, pushing more and more water into her. It filled her body, making her belly expand as more and more flowed into her.
The guard started to pump faster slightly and Catrin feared she would pop as the pressure inside her body grew and grew, then suddenly she had to vomit.. the pressure was making her sick. She threw up, and again and again, the vile hot water having back tracked through her whole body carried itself out her mouth, taking the lunch she had eaten the night before, sewage from her bowels, bile, and an array of other colorful things as she vomited again.
This went on for some time, her stomach filling until it could hold no more and then forcing it out her mouth, a drain under her head caught the water and fluids, carrying them away as slowly the pumping stopped and Catrin was able to relax.. She wanted to die.. she felt horrible and sobbed openly now. The guard walked up and gently petted her head, "Don't worry, it will all be over soon"
The sun shown and birds chirped in the trees as the death band started it's drum beat, and Catrin, still chained to the wooden block, was wheeled into the area, the plug had been removed form her rear, but she still felt full and sick as the drums stopped. A fox dressed in a green tunic and green slacks unrolled a piece of parchment and began to read, "Catrin De Makitio, you have been charge with killing innocents, destroying property and outright attacking a royal guard. For these crimes you have been sentenced to be spit roasted and served to the slaves." After finishing his speech he stepped down and the drums started again.
Two large guards, a dragon and a lion hefted a large wooden pole up behind Catrin, who could see neither. The tip of the sharpened poll found her sex and pressed inside, splinters sticking in the skin as it slid. She was too weak to scream to tired to cry, tears fell form her eyes slowly as the two guard pushed the spit deeper, ripping through her womb and into her lungs, making her cough and take gasping breaths. Another hard press and she felt the tip in the back of her throat just before it burst through her jaws, the bloody spike sticking out of her mouth, making her whimper and sob around it.
Her arms and legs were released, her arms pulled up and ties around the spit in front of her, with her legs pulled up and tied behind her and her tail stretched down the length of the spit and tied. With the dragon in the front they hefted her from the block, and walked her over to a fire pit, stone circling the outside and a huge blaze burning in the center.
An arrow shot form a nearby tree caught the lion in the hip sending him to the ground, as arrows started to rain down on the guards, Fiachra jumped from a nearby tree and ran at them, several others running in to battle the guards that had shown up. Fiachra ran to Catrin and leaned down beside the bodies of the guards, "I am sorry Catrin, I was too late to save you, I wanted to.. I tried" he said looking down at her.
Catrin looked up, it was her knight, he had come to save her, he would make all the pain go away.. wouldn't he? She wanted to hug him, to feel is feathers against her scales as she had in the cell, but everything hurt so bad. Fiachra Stood and drew his sword and with a quick swing severed Catrin's neck, killing her, "I will not let your death be in vain." He whispered as an arrow struck his shoulder. He looked back and signaled to his team of bandits to retreat, all of them fleeing the scene, leaving Catrin's lifeless body as well as the bodies of several guards behind.
The sun crested a snowy hill as the cloaked figure approached a gravestone. On the stone read 'Catrin De Makitio. Sentenced to death for crimes against the throne'. The figure pulled a small doll out of his pocket and set it on the grave, his gruff voice whispering softly, "Yes Catrin, I thought you were very pretty." The figure pulled his cloak around him and headed off, wondering if he did the right thing, if he was doing the right thing, of if things would ever be right. He shivered, his thoughs wondering why, his heart knowing that is wasn't the Cold.