1. Book 1: Town Raid, Chapter 2


    Date: 9/23/2018, Categories: Fantasy, Death, Murder, Snuff, Teen, Violence, Author: Jonesy_Dangerfield, Source: sexstories.com

    Chapter 2: First Harvest There were still a few hours before first light when we arrived in the woods outside the town. I had already sent Baldar and Inger ahead to neutralize the land-ward sentries. They appeared like ghosts out of the darkness. Inger grinned evilly, her hair slick with the blood of her victim, and Baldar flashed me a thumbs up. They had both killed their sentries without a sound. In the pre-dawn darkness, I hid sixty of my men and women—the bulk of my forces—in the forest three hundred meters north of the town. A smaller force of fifteen men led by Torstein hid behind some small storehouses west of the beach. I gave Inger two more warriors with orders to eliminate the sentries by the river. My remaining warriors set up a loose screen north and east of the town. They were there to catch anyone who tried to escape. Two young lives were snuffed out as Torstein and Baldar snuck up behind the sentries guarding the storehouses, knives drawn, and moved as one to slit their throats. A petite young woman with full breasts gazed up at her killer as she lay twitching in the earth, frantically trying to stem the fountain of blood pouring from the side of her neck. Her twitching became more sporadic as her eyes rolled up into her head and the flow of blood slowed. I felt the best chance to strike would be in the pre-dawn light, when all the villagers were half-asleep, and where we could see enough to not get bogged down. Sigurd had recommended a night attack, but I ...
    decided against it. We were too deep in unknown territory to risk someone escaping and bringing a pursuit force from a neighboring town. Before I could give the order, the beating of drums floated up from the town. An alarm? Have we been discovered? I thought. But the beats were too slow, too methodical. Alarm beats were more frantic, more irregular. These sounded ceremonial. I gave the signal to hold the attack, then moved closer and climbed a tree to get a better look. The main road into town ran from its northern end to the square, so I could see the whole show. In the pre-dawn light, I could just barely make out men, women, and children exiting their homes and moving towards the square. It seemed as if the whole town was gathering there. The drums were coming from the steps of a big, raised longhouse on the southern side of the square, probably belonging to the town lord. The crowd parted to let a small group through; an elder or shaman of some sort wielding a staff, followed by a cloaked figure flanked by two white-clad women. A criminal trial perhaps? Some sort of royal visit? Or maybe a ritual of some sort? I wondered. The elder took center stage and began shouting to the crowd, gesticulating animatedly with his arms and his staff. The other three stood a ways behind him, the cloaked figure still flanked the two women in white. The crowded murmured reverently after some parts of the elder’s speech, then roared excitedly as the elder turned to the cloaked figure. On cue, ...
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