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A haggared-looking castle guard blocked Qifrey's bath at the doorway to the throne room, crossing the boundary with a long, heavy spear. "Only those with the privilege of audience granted by the King may enter" he said. He held his spear out in such a way that Coco and Agott could easily enter, but Qifrey, with his substantial height, was not so lucky. The girls, who were only a few steps ahead of him, turned to look at their teacher with concern clearly written in their faces. The King was waiting on his throne, flanked by guards, at the very back of the room.
Qifrey gave them the most reassuring smile he could muster despite his own anxieties. "I'll be waiting right outside the door. Don't worry, you two. You'll do great." The girls seemed to take it well, as they looked to each other with determination before taking the next steps toward their goal. The heavy doors closed before him, separating him from his precious apprentices.
Qifrey fiddled with the ring on his left middle finger; it was part of a six-piece set that Riché had crafted herself. Etched into a sliding panel was half of a tiny magic circle, that when the panel connected to the other half of the circle it would produce a golden thread of light to lead the wearer to the other five. Riché had given everyone in the Atelier one of the magic items, saying "This way, I can track you wherever you are. I'll never be separated again from my loved ones or my friends..."
It was a handy tool to have. His brilliant pupil made this for him with love in her heart, and touching it reminded him of that. He tested the mechinism, just once, but he was in the Ezrest Castle: magic was completely ineffective within its stone walls. He sighed and made to position himself on the opposite side of the doors that the castle guard was on when he felt a hand on his shoulder. "You can't linger here, witch or not. Another escort is on their way to take you to the guest hall"
Ack.. but I've already promised them...
No use fighting a royal guard. Qifrey was going to have to endure it for now. It's not like he was completely useless without magic, but his physical prowess left much to be desired.
When his escort arrived, he was surprised to find it was a young girl roughly the same age as his apprentices. Blonde hair tied up to look like little devil horns and a floofy dress that certainly suited her, but she didn't look like the type who'd be working at all, let alone in the royal castle. She stood before him, looking quite proud, and said, "Ininia will be your escort. Come with Ininia." and she spun around and started walking. Despite her stature, her stride was brisk and Qifrey found himself having to take wider steps just to keep up with her despite the overwhelming difference in height. The spectacle earned them more than a few chuckles from passerby.
The twists and turns they took were enough to make Qifrey dizzy. His escort may have seemed confident in herself, but it was ten minutes into their journey when she turned around and said flatly, "...Ininia is lost."
Qifrey's glasses nearly fell off his face.
After composing himself, reached out and pat the girl's head. "Don't worry, I'm sure I can find-" he paused, suddenly feeling as though there was someone looming behind him. Something flat and wide struck him in the back and knocked the wind out of him. He stumbled forward and caught himself on one knee. Ininia grabbed his shoulders as if to steady him.
Before he could even turn his head to investigate, something hard and blunt connected with the back of his skull with the force of a monster. He lost consciousness in that moment, and his body slumped on top of Ininia who easily caught him.
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When Qifrey awoke, he immediately understood that he had been abducted. He sat himself up, his bruised back and bleeding head throbbing in pain. Frantically, his mind was overrun with thoughts of that little girl, Ininia, who had attempted to escort him. He looked around the room and discovered he was alone, which only added to his anxiety.
He took stock of himself; his cloak, soar boots, drawing supplies, and even his glasses were missing. Anxiously, he touched his left index finger and found his ring still there. Perhaps his captors only saw an ordinary accessory, as tiny-scale magic circles like the one on his ring weren't commonplace. His glasses, however, he could understand. If the brimhats wanted to protect their identity, taking what aids his eyesight would be obvious.
Qifrey also immediately recognized that he had woken up in what appeared to be the castle dungeon, made specifically as a way to house captured criminals. The fact that he was here, and taken by who he assumed were brimhats was a concerning thought; why did they have access to such an important place? The implication that the brimhats had infiltrated even the Castle made his heart race with anxiety. He moved to a far corner, pressing his back to the cold stone walls.
There must have been some sort of survaillance, for as soon as Qifrey made his home in the corner he heard sharp footsteps from the hallway. He recognized one set: the little girl who had been his escort. The others he did not recognize. The door to the room swung open, and in came Ininia, flanked by two adults with brimmed caps.
It didnt seem as though Ininia had also been taken captive, rather the two men beside her looked to be bodyguards of some kind. It was impossible to discern identifying features without his glasses, other than the two men's relative sizes: one of them was the size of a bear while the other was fairly average. If he squinted, Qifrey could see the larger person had a very short but thick beard.
Qifrey understood the position he was in. He was completely helpless without magic and especially without his glasses. He lowered his head but kept his eyes set on Ininia.
"What is the meaning of this?" He said carefully.
Ininia and her compatriots stepped closer, and Qifrey shrunk back against the corner. "Master needs you out of the way. Ininia's friends want to play with you" the girl said, her expression flat and impossible to read. "Ininia must go. Friends will stay" and she promptly left the room and locked the door behind her.
He knew he was in danger. What did Ininia mean that these two wanted to 'play' with him? He didn't want to think about it. As the men approached, Qifrey sprung to his feet. He tried to suppress a wince from the pain in his back.
The larger of the two approached first. Upon closer inspection, Qifrey realized that this one wasn't just the size of a bear, he was one who fused his own body with that of an animal; the right side of his face was that of a bear while the other was distinctly human. He appeared to have patches of fur in some places but not others, but it was hard for him to see any details clearly. His face was partially obscured by his cap.
The chimera smiled at him with a mouth that was half-man-half-bear; a grotesque gradient of sharp insisors to blunt, human ones. The person-to-bear split wasn't perfectly half-and-half, so some parts of his face and body were bigger, or more densely covered in fur than others. One of his arms had patches of dark brown, course fur down to his hand and two of his fingers, which had black claws instead of human nails.
The brute's hands made a circle around his waist. The realization of this made him queasy, and the stranger seemed to sense his unease. Qifrey struggled as he was lifted up and manhandled onto the floor. Pain exploded through his whole body as he was pressed to the floor due to the injury to his back.
Qifrey stared daggers at his assailant, who had worked his way between Qifrey's legs and was pinning him to the floor. The realization of what was about to happen to him made his breath hitch: these people were going to hurt him.
"Say, point-cap." The bear said, tracing a single claw down Qifrey's cheek. "Are you a virgin?"
The question caught him by surprise. "...Of course not." He averted his gaze in an attempt to hide how afraid he was.
"You say that as if it were common sense. But i wasn't talking about whether you've done what men do with women when they want to create a child" The creature replied.
Qifrey was flipped over onto his hands and knees, but most of his weight was supported by those dirty, calloused hands around his waist. Sharp claws took hold of the flowy fabric of his lower half and tore them to pieces without much effort. Qifrey always wore a black body suit that covered him from head to toe, which he was glad for in this moment for the cover it gave him. "I meant.. here" and he made his point clear. That fleeting feeling of comfort was ripped away from him along with the bottom half of his body suit. His body was jostled, but he made an effort to suppress a sound of surprise.
He didnt struggle, even as the lower half of his robes were ripped from his body; they didn't even bother with his shirt, as there was nothing they wanted under it. The shame of exposure bloomed red in his pale face, and he closed his eyes tight and pressed his forehead to the cold, stone floor, his forearms holding up most of his weight. He was preparing himself emotionally for what was coming.
One of those impossibly huge hands glided down his flank to his hip, where the brute rubbed his hip bone with his fingers. Was it some kind of way of comforting him? Even if it was, it had the complete opposite effect. Qifrey generally considered himself to be be fairly equanimous, but he was struggling to keep his composure.
The man's other hand followed the first, and he pressed his open palm to his lower back and pushed down. It forced his back to bow, his chest flush to the floor. Another set of hands fisted his hair and kept his head down.
His knees were starting to get sore. He took solace in that fact, however, and fixated on it, even as lukewarm oil was poured unceremoniously over his hole. The brute spread the oil on his own fingers and slide one inside of him.
His body jolted, and his tense body clenched on that finger like a vice. He needed it out, needed it so badly he wanted to scream, but he wouldn't give his captors the pleasure. He held his breath and swallowed any noises that threatened bubble over. Another finger followed the first, much too soon, the both of them doing their best to force the muscles to relax.
"Take ease, witch, and this shall proceed more graciously for us both" the monster said. Those fingers, determined in their task, sissored him open in the fruitless endeavor to make Qifrey relax. The brute pushed farther, to the knuckle, and started searching for something deeper.
He knew he had found his mark when Qifrey, though tense and repulsed, let out the smallest of sounds. He brought his arms in close and held his mouth closed with his hands as the man fixated on that one spot.
"You're trembling, point-cap." The smaller of them said. "To think it was this easy to break your composure." Qifrey didn't didn't reward them with a reply, and just kept his eyes shut tight.
It hurt; the brute either didnt know what he was doing or didnt care enough about Qifrey's comfort because he was grinding his fingers into his prostate as if he were trying to start a fire. He pressed his knees together, only for them to be forced open again by a knee the width of a tree trunk.
He was impossibly tense. The brutes fingers retreated, and for a moment Qifrey was able to breath. The brief reprose ended the moment he felt something much larger rub against his hole. He clenched as hard as he could; his own act of defiance, an attempt to keep out what the brute wanted to give to him.
In the end, it was pointless. A pair of thumbs hooked themselves inside of him and forcefully dilated his rim, and the brute pressed inside.
Qifrey couldn't suppress his voice anymore. Tears spilled from his eyes as he sobbed. He scrambled for purchase, and could only find himself, with his arms tucked in close to his chest and his hands grappling at anything he could find: his shoulder, his clothes, anything at all to comfort himself. This kind of weakness was something Qifrey had vowed never to show, but he had never expected something like this to happen to him.
The pace he set was brutal. He wasn't ready, not nearly; he bit into his hand just to stifle his pained cries, but even that was taken from him when the smaller of them took hold of his wrists. "There'll be none of that," he said, grabbing him by the chin and forcing him upward so that he was on his hands and knees. "Open that pretty mouth for me"
He refused. He jerked his head out of the man's grasp, gasping as the boar behind him chased his own pleasure. Quifrey hung his head low, hiding his sobbing face, and noticed a tiny puddle of blood had begun to form as it dripped from between his legs. With each thrust he saw his stomach deform to accommodate the intruder.
He couldn't stop his anxiety from bubbling to the surface. His breath quickened into hyperventilation, which only made his captors laugh. Weakly, he cried, "P-please, please stop this, I can't-"
"What was that?" The smaller one chortled, grabbing Qifrey by the hair and forcefully pulling his face up to meet his gaze.
"S-stop-" he tried, just as the bear's hips met his ass in a brutal thrust that punched his prostate. He lurched forward to escape, only for those terrible hands grip him harder to keep him in place. "Wait, please! Please- fuck, I can't-"
"Oh? Is this where you like it?" The brute said, making it a point to hit that spot once more. Lewd sounds were ripped from his throat, his mind melting from the forced pleasure. The brute pulled out of him, only for him to flip him over on his back and fuck even deeper into him than before. Qifrey tried desperately to hide his face with his arms, but strong hands gripped his forearms and pinned them down. "I want to see your face when my cock makes you cum like a girl"
The onslaught to his prostate continued. He was so wet and slick inside that the glide was much easier than before, and the brute easily found the place that made Qifrey scream.
"No, no, I don't- I don't want to cum, stop, please-" a familiar feeling bubbled up from deep within him. Devastated, Qifrey's entire body went rigid as he came dry, wailing all the while. His insides clamped down on the man's cock and the brute fucked him through it, prolonging the feeling, and finally spent inside of him.
He vaguely sensed when the brute pulled out of him. He hated how wet it sounded, how liquids dribbled out of his abused and gaping hole. Distantly, he heard the two men conversing; something about sloppy seconds and such.
"Ugh, gross. He's still leaking. How much jizz do you have???" The smaller of the two exclaimed, taking a discarded piece of Qifrey's robes to wipe it away. "Oh shit, look! He's still hard even after all that!"
Shamefully, Qifrey turned his head and let his hair cover his eyes. His body was still trembling in the aftermath of his orgasm, but the smaller brimhat took hold of his bruised hips and sunk into him anyway.
He would describe him as the smaller of the two, but this one was still of average hight and build. Still slightly larger than himself, but not as big as the brute. His size didnt hurt him nearly as much as the former, but it still scraped against the fresh wounds along his walls. It wasn't nearly as difficult to suppress his voice this time.
That is, until the smaller man grabbed hold of his too sensitive and still-hard cock and started jerking him off. He gasped, eye wide, and tried to wriggle his way out of his grip.
"Oho, still have enough energy to fight back?" The brute said, and positioned himself so that Qifrey's back was pressed against the brute's lap. He snaked his arms under Qifrey's armpits and started kneading at his chest.
Why? Why did they want to bring him pleasure? It would have been easier if they just took him and left. Being made to orgasm by hands that weren't Olruggio's-
Oh.. Olruggio. How would he view him after this? How would the girls think of him after seeing him like this? How would they react knowing he was brutalized, raped by their enemies? Sullied, disgusting, too dirty to touch. To love.
His thoughts were interrupted when the evil, vile person inside of him found his prostate again. With so much stimulation, it didn’t take him long at all to spill into the hand of the smaller of the two.
Despite this, the onslaught did not stop.