[Nippur] One Hell of a Randsom Note

[Ash]

Warning: Dark water's ahead, please read with caution. Subject matter may not be suitable for all audiences. If you are offended by even the mention of sexual assault, please do not participate.
[spoiler]I do not encourage or approve of rape in any shape, form, or to any gender. I have agreed not to include any graphic imagery about the subject upon joining, but I have used it to make my bad-guys more unlikable by implying the villains have done and will do it again. This is merely a warning for anyone who wishes not to be subjected to it at all. I have aptly tagged my thread as Mature because the subject is merely threatened on my own character but do not plan to initiate it as made obvious by the end of this post. [/spoiler]

The sun was bright and hot, and it pierced through all the layers of her exposed skin to warm every inch of her body. As someone who opted to stay inside most of her life, Ash typically didn’t see a lot of sun. Let alone a desert’s worth over the course of a year. Here she was already feeling the heat seep into her pores and expand them. She’d be sweating in a matter of moments, but she didn’t care so much about that as she cared about the sunburn risk she was taking. It would take about three minutes to create the protection lotion she would need to prevent this entirely, or she could just keep walking and hope for the best.

Because the SPF is too much effort, the morality mirrored humanoid headed into the rising waves of sand. As she did, she considered the benefits of perhaps re-summoning a source of transportation instead of walking excessively like it was recommended not to do so while she was healing from her new piercing. After only a couple more meters of the difficult terrain, she breaks down and begins to concentrate.

About a half a minute in her concentration she realized she was doing everything wrong and decided on a different mount. Of course, she thought about a horse, that was obvious. She wanted different. She struggled to remember what those even looked like, she didn’t even know how to ride them. Jaixe wasn’t here to teach her either. So she picked a creature she has seen many people ride.

Five minutes of excitement - which felt like nothing - later her mount sat in the sand already saddled and reined. It cooed as its golden feathered head cocked left and then right. Looking and sounding like a large chicken, the Chocobo remained in its nesting position as Ash slid into place on the saddle. She hissed at the soreness between her legs once more but settled just the same. She inserted her feet into the stirrups and whipped the reins. Gracefully the Chocobo lifted onto its black talons and stretched out its wings, flapping them before adjusting its feet to support the nearly non-existing weight.

Ash had no idea what she had been expecting, but this wasn’t it. The creature under her moved completely different from what she’d experienced with the horse. It was much lighter for one and waddled more than trotted. Regardless, a smile plastered over her face as the large avian mount carried her across the desert in style, its rooster like tail brushing against her naked back.

Naked was the best way to explain Ash’s current outfit. She had on a gold bikini bottom with purple silk hanging of each hip. Attached to the bottom in most questionable ways were sheer lilac pants that show off a lot of naked thigh before loosely covering the rest of her legs by belling out and then tucking into the beaded elastic bands just above her ankles. Her sandals were relatively normal and simple, thick straps of dyed leather held the thick hollow soles in place on her feet. Her top was mostly the same gold bikini style, though strapless. Instead of hanging off each side of her chest, however, the royal purple made up half of her bra-like top and went up to her shoulder. A gold ornament bead sat on her shoulder and divided the front and back of this sash. The back swooped right across her back and tied off at her hip, doing a poor job as covering her back and the tops of her well-rounded ass.

In her raven black hair was a gold scarf that cut just behind the bangs and tied at the base of the neck, a bright golden bow covering the jack-in port. She wore large gold hoops in the traditional ears and changed all her silver rings to gold. As well she wore gold armbands and bracelets that mimicked Egyptian culture to her limited knowledge. Gold rings with large jewels decorated her fingers, leaving her looking as rich as she could. Nevermind the possibly unique mount.

-

She rode the chocobo for hours in the, aptly named, endless dunes. The heat was already getting to her, she broke out in a sweat a long time ago, but refused still to summon water or burn prevention methods. She managed to dig out some sunglasses, the heat in the distance playing with the light had driven her to put them on to avoid being fooled by the desert’s tricks.

Eventually, she came across an honest to goodness oasis. She allowed the Chocobo to take her closer and even up to the water. She slid right off as the bird began to drink and lowered herself into the damp sand to scoop up water herself and swallow two hands full at a time. She’d never been so thirsty, or at least couldn’t remember last time she was, and never has she ever thought water tasted this good. The cold clear water splashed down her shirt and drenched some of the fabric, none of that was a concern at that moment.

Very quickly after that, she stopped, there was a moment where the world completely stopped around her and she realized someone was watching her. She waited them out a few more moments, sure that something was getting closer. In a flash of motion she twisted around and stood to her feet, already trying to re-summon her dagger but before she managed to someone grabbed her by the throat and began to choke her. Faster than that, they had their arm around her neck and began to squeeze without cutting off her air supply.

“Look at what we got here, boys?” A dark voice made her shiver.

“I’d say that looks like one of them frail and innocent princesses.” A slower and dumber voice sounded.

“She’s too pretty to be a slave…” A third voice spoke without Ash able to see them.

“She’s plenty firm and perky.” The first voice said, a large hand coming across her butt and around her body to grope her chest, the part that was only covered by the fabric.

“Maybe she is one of them sacrifices? The virgin-daughter types that sultans send to kings.” The third voice said quickly, Ash could feel another hand crawl over her body, squeezing her thick thigh roughly and forcing a small moan out of her.

“Oh. I think she liked that one!” The slower one said the obvious.

“You think she’s something special for King Gilgamesh to enjoy and him alone?” The first one asked, obviously ignoring the slower one.

“Be a shame if we spoiled his gifts…” The third voice was higher pitched but still very male. Didn’t quite hold the arousing ability as the first ones.

“Grab the bird, Wacin, if you are good will let you have a turn with her.” The first one said, directing the slower one. Ash watched as a male that wasn’t very far off from the image in her head bound over to her Chocobo and grab its reigns. It didn’t seem happy about being pulled from the source of water, but it obeyed for now.

“Flip a coin for who gets to have her first?” The higher pitched voice said.

“Sure Marce, sure. Heads I win, tails you lose. Sound good?”

Marce laughed a bit to himself before nodding, missing the trick in that sentence completely. “Alright, Jernai.” He said, “Sounds good.”

-

At the bandit camp, Jernai and Marce snuck through the guard post carrying their treasure. Jernai didn’t think it was a good idea to take her where the others were sleeping, she’d wake them up and they would all want a turn. Not all of them would fall for his coin trick. He instead suggested heading into a room almost no one uses anymore, it was a room full of books and maps.

Jernai tossed the woman onto the table with more force than intended, forcing some air out of her lungs as she cried out in slight pain. “Stuff something in ‘er mouth.” He said, moving into position and already starting to take off his pants.

“Wait.” Marce stopped him.

“What?” Jernai stage-whispered back, sharply.

“You said we could flip a coin.” He spoke softly, but his hurt was clear in his voice and face.

Jernai’s mouth gaped open, then shut back. “Yer right, sorry man. Ya got a coin?”

Marce patted down his pants as frantically as he could. “Nah... Do you?”

Jernai waited before his buddy had a hold of her before running his fingers along any hole or pouch he could have fit a coin in. “No.” He said defeatedly.

“Borrow mine.” A much deeper voice said, quietly. A gold coin appeared in Jernai’s vision and he brightened up immediately.

The ringleader of the trio snatches it out of the air and then presents it to his friend. “Remember now, heads I win. Tails you lose. Got it? Now did-” He stopped when he realized Marce wasn’t paying attention at all to him. He was looking to his side at something that was making him shy away from the table. Jernai looked back at the source of his coin and into the dark-bearded visage of his leader; Skull-Face. He jumped back with so much of a fright that the coin fell from his hand and between the girl’s legs as he backed way the fuck up.

The girl on the table remained where she’d been slammed against, her wrists framing her head and her legs spread far apart. He looked down at her with a stern and serious look but noted that she did not cower as easily as the men did around her.

“What’s the meaning of this?” He asked, reaching his hand between her soft thighs and picking up the coin with his thumb and forefingers. They called him Skull-Face because he was heavily scarred and burned, it already looked wicked but in the dim lights, it made a shape that looked like a skull from a jolly roger minus the crossbones.

“M-M-Meaning!?” Marce repeated, shaking in his boots.

“We weren’t meaning to do anything, s-sir,” Jernai responded as well, stuttering half as bad as Marce but just as fearful.

“Who is she then?” Skull-Face asked, pointing to the woman with one crooked hand as he stuffed the coin back into a pocket. “What were you plannin’ to do with her, what was the coin toss for?” He asked as if he didn’t know, he looked her over with both his eyes first, then closed one and looked her over with his good eye. She was a hot plate or something.

“Yes, sir. We found her at the waterhole.” Jernai explained.

“Jernai and me expect her to mean something to that stupid Gilgamesh. So we took her.” Marce told more.

“Is that so?” Skull-Face looked as joyous as ever.

“Yeah. See, I says. I think we should spoil any gift he gets if we can.” Marce continued.

“Oh?” Skull-Face turned his angry look over at Marce this time. Marce turns completely ghost silent. “So you bring her to the library where no one comes to do this?”

They both met his question with pure silence. He grabs the demoness roughly and throws her over his shoulder like a bag of flour, Jernai was smart enough to accept the fact that his plan was ruined and winced when he heard Marce ask what the leader: “What are you doing, Skull-Face?”

“If this woman does mean anything significant to our old pal Gilgamesh, it would be best to make demands for power or money instead of fucking her,” Skull-Face answered, glaring at the stupider of the two before leaving with his prize. “You’ll be held in my quarters until we have a better plan, lass.” He said, letting his hand glide up the back of her leg and giving her ass a good firm squeeze.

-

A few hours later there was about seven lizard drawn vehicles approached Nippur’s walls, only three closed in to be clearly seen. The biggest one was, of course, Skull-Face’s who rode on the top of a throne, several men already with armed weapons at his side and ready to throw away his life. As he approached he lifted up a device that would increase the volume of his speech, cone shaped so the sound would travel into a more concentrated area. He aimed it at the guards above as he stood and his property came dangerously close.

“ATTENTION TO THE SPINELESS GOLD PAINTED PRINCE OF NIPPUR. I HAVE YER WOMAN. I SUGGEST YOU BEND TO MY DEMANDS QUICKLY, THE MEN ARE RESTLESS. THEY ALL WANT A PIECE OF THIS ASS, ESPECIALLY IF SHE HAS BEEN PROMISED TO YOU.”

Skull-Face grinned as a bunch of men hollered and hooted their approval of the message.

“YOU HAVE ONE HOUR TO SURRENDER YOUR CROWN, OR ONE MAN WILL HAVE FIFTEEN MINUTES ALONE WITH HER, UNTIL YOU’VE MET OUR DEMANDS OR SHE IS BEYOND PHYSICAL AND MENTAL REPAIR. YOUR TIME STARTS NOW.”

Skull-Face fell into his seat of power grinning smugly. Jernai and Marce sheepishly standing at the wheel of the heaviest armored wagon. “See boys, that’s how you deal with that.” He snapped his fingers and a strong soldier takes the steps down below, returning shortly afterward with Ash. There was a yellow bump on the left side of her face, it swelled slightly. She’d been hit by Skull-Face a couple of times but he didn’t scare her with such primitive tactics. “But since you were the bases of this good idea, you boys can have a go with her after I am done.” He waved the man to send him her prize.

As demanded, he pushed Ash over to his leader. She had every bit of control as she stumbled over the two feet it was to the dark-skinned bandit leader. She twisted at the last minute so she landed right on his lap. Immediately his two strong arms collapse around her. Maybe he expected the Storm Demon to struggle more but she managed only a small push against him before he pulled her tightly against his muscular and almost bare chest.

Where a lot of the bandits had suits of makeshift armor, some of them even have matching pieces that made a full set, Skull-Face wore just leathers. If he had a weapon she didn’t see it either.

He trapped her against his body and took a long intake against her horned skull. “She smells as sweet as a desert rose... “ He mocked his men before turning his hands onto her chest.

The female prime let out a soft and short-lived moan, trying to seem as pathetic as they thought she was. She looked around for a foot hole, a reason to fight back. Spotting the megaphone device she gave him a more solid push before rolling out of his grip and ducking the other man’s capture. She snatched it up and quickly flipped the switch on before screaming out at the city. “I don’t ne- AH!!”

The device was snatched from her and Marce’s boot kicked her in the side of the head. She fell limp against the deck and laid there expecting the men to beat her thoroughly for her actions. When it never came she looked up at the wall first, a small crowd of people forming and trying to figure out what to do. Behind her, Marce was pulling away while the heavy footsteps of Skull-Face could he heard coming to a stop.

“I like a girl with some fight in ‘er.” He said with a dark sense of humor. “But you think you are clever, are you? I put that so close to you on purpose. Now they know you are here.” He said with a cryptic grin and a bit of a chuckle. “Take her down again. Let her think about how stupid she’s been.” He then put the device up to his lips. “One hour, Gilgamesh.” He announced, then tossing the megaphone off the platform so that it was lost to the sands. He began to laugh at her defiant look as she was dragged away. His laughter didn’t stop once she was gone, he was enjoying her pain far too much.

-

Below, she was tossed like a doll into the cage they’d salvaged from omni-knows-what. She threw herself at the door as it was locked and the brute of a man who’d locked her in coldly just turns and leaves.

A wicked grin splits Ash’s face, the idea that Skull-Face thinks he’s out planned her was laughable, but she shook the cage violently again for good measure and began to scream censored profanities at them. Now all she had to do was wait.