Dragonieth 11 The Strong Women Of Lochlea

She gripped her tattered brown knee-length tunic around her body tight for support as she pushed herself further inside. Her silk brown hair tumbled over her bruised shoulders and to the nape of her slender neck where brutal hands had held her down in a "certain" position over time. This didn't break her spirit, for the fact her bruises would heal without scars due to her healing powers. As long as she held to her self-worth, those men had no claim over her other than her body. Of course, she was careful to play the shameless victim well. Not giving away her inner strength through her brown eyes every time they rammed into her.

It was for her love of Lochlea and her woman she did this.

When the Vorn had invaded and pillaged their village of Lochlea, she had been able to ensure the women and children escaped through the underground tunnels that started from the Smithy. Only herself, her mistress Hannah and three other woman were captured.

During their chained journey through the dry lands and harsh glaring sun, two of the other women had panicked and tried to escape. This saw to their ends by the Vorn's sword stabs to their backs and bellies. Hannah, herself and another woman named Lilia reached a place called The Glan.

Destined to be "stress relief" for The Glan's all-male stronghold, Sierra took on the role of wh.o.r.e for all three of them. Especially when the images of Hannah and Lilia didn't meet the expectation of the men. She propositioned herself as being able to satisfy ma.s.ses in their place with her lithe body and angelic beauty. This was both her curse and blessing in disguise as a Seriph woman.

Regardless, she would do anything to keep harm away from the woman she loved.

Night after night she gathered lùth in abundance, but in disturbing ways and compromising acts. The lùth cramped her belly and left a distasteful feeling in her heart. If she willingly gave herself to the acts she wouldn't lose her will. Every time she imagined the other person being Hannah and the touches being gentle and loving from the woman's hands. This made it slightly easier for her.

She was glad that the treatment Hannah and Lilia received instead was hard labour at the quarry and returning to the cell for a short respite before repeating the process again.

"Sierra!" Hannah fretted over the pale skinny woman whose legs were shaking like a new born fawn.

She sighed at the sight of sticky viscous sludge running down her thighs. The Sc.u.m of all Staar weren't holding back on their moments with her, knowing she was a woman they didn't have to worry about being with child.

"Stop this! You hear me." Hannah hissed, her concerns for her best friend weighing down her heart.

"Let their filthy hands touch you or Lilia? I don't think so." Sierra spat out a mouthful of disgusting man seed.

Lilia sighed with her arms folded against her chest, making her presence known to both woman. "You continue to insult my honour. I'm not some stupid maiden like Hannah who needs your protection."

Unlike Hannah's amicable bright blue eyes, full lips, puffy cheeks, wide hips, narrow waist and full sized b.r.e.a.s.t.s, Lilia was stick thin with a washboard chest and manish arms due to her sword training as a guard for the village. Her black raven hair was cropped in a dainty short bob where the ends curled up towards her slender oval jawline and small ears. Her round blue eyes held a sober expression that matched the impression of her thin lips. Her skin was freckled with telltale signs of weathering harsh summer days.

She could've considered herself fortunate when she was off duty during the invasion and had been wearing a dress. Realising the one-sided defeat early, she helped the other women and children escape through the secret tunnels bound for the Summerfell Clan Stronghold. Allowing herself to be captured in place of their people, alongside Hannah and Sierra.

It didn't sit well with her that Sierra was the one who had organised the civilians escape and jumped to the cause to sacrifice herself for others. She hated being indebted to people, especially when she didn't ask for their help.

Sierra straightened herself up and reclaimed her balance. She gathered the other two women to the most secret corner they had in their dark, dank cell. Hidden within shadows, she told them of the information she had gathered from her s.e.x with the men. Little did the men know that Seriph women gained more than lùth from them. Stealth infiltration of the mind was a skill only available to Seriph women and one fact kept hidden as a scotoma from all men for obvious reasons.
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"It's as I suspected. This place prevents magic, so there is no way we can escape or send out signals using magical means. It also means that the security around this place is fortunately a bit lacking." Sierra continued to explain on the layout of The Glan she had gathered in her mind.

"There is a weak point near the west wall of the quarry, but it leads out into the Forbidden Desert." Sierra carefully explained.

"Guess they wouldn't need to waste resources securing that area then." Lilia scoffed.

"It's our best bet for now. Also, a couple of them leaked about the Vorn's plans." Sierra continued. "Fortunately, men here aren't bright sparks."

She told them about Oligarch's hunt for the Lifestone and how he wasn't able to find it. One of them had seen Corin invoke his Dragonieth powers before he escaped to the Alaeg. The Vorn had been recalled to "recruit" more ma.s.ses to their armies and workers to the quarries. From the mind of a captain she saw Oligarch's drive for the holy Temple of Nefarious, which was protected by a magical weather s.h.i.+eld on a desolate snowy mountain called Mount Lonely.

"He wants to activate the Dragonieth and claim their power." Sierra frowned.

"That would give him power of all of Staar. He'd become a G.o.d." Hannah gasped.

"If only it was just for that. From the mind of a Lieutenant here. He wants to bring forth Demahan. I figure he knows Corin is likely to hold the Lifestone and bound for the same place. It's likely why we're still alive."

The three woman sat in a pensive quiet, mulling over the facts. Each one came to a conclusion that they had to escape and find Corin.

Calamitous noises and unexpected flurry of chaos sounded around them. They held their breaths when their cell door opened and shadows of men entered.