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 Chapter 3: Fel & Assaults



   It was a nice balmy summer night and Fel felt like shit again.  She had
been drinking with an ogre woman earlier this day- which hadn't been the
best idea, as it turned out.  Not only was the ogre mead one of the vilest
drinks Fel had ever had (and most likely it was made out of human blood).
As a matter of course, after all the drinking the two had gotten into a
fight...  To make a short story even shorter: the ogre woman wasn't any
more.  Fel wondered why these things always did happen to her.  Might have
had to do with her rotten personality.

   But the thing which bothered her far more than being stinking drunk was
her cock.  For some reason it was itching like crazy.  One of the whores in
that fucking convent must have given her some sort of disease...  if she
would've known who it had been, Fel would've been in a good mind to go back
and kill her a second time.  Then again, it also could have been a matter
of lacking hygiene.  Fel pulled back her foreskin.  It prickled quite
nicely, but it also had a nasty sting to it.  Fel scraped off some smegma
with her fingers.  It stank really bad.  The delicate skin underneath
looked inflamed.  What a disgusting cock.  No wonder that she had to rely
on whores.

   Fel's balls were tingling, crying for some release.  They always were in
that state when she hadn't fucked for a whole day.  Fel really felt like
masturbating.  Her cock was already semi-hard by now, but she had a feeling
that it could turn out to be quite a painful experience.  After squirming
around a little, she ended up lying on her stomach.  The cool grass felt
quite nice against her sore foreskin.  After taking off her clothes, Fel
had just slumped on the meadow in the hope that she would've been able to
fall asleep quickly.  So far, she hadn't been granted that wish.  Now she
found herself humping the ground, rubbing her stiffening cock against the
rich green grass.  She must've looked ridiculous.  Drunk, naked and fucking
grass.  What had happened to the once redoubtable bounty hunter Fel?

   There was another thing that bothered Fel even more than her own drunken
shenanigans.  With an annoyed look on her face she grabbed one of her
daggers and hurled it at an invisible target.  Then she got up, pulled her
sword out of the sheath and shouted: "You really have chosen the worst
timing for your ambush, you cunts!" Funnily enough, Fel didn't even know
what 'cunt' meant.  She had never seen such a body part in her whole life.
Fel just assumed it was rude enough to insult the two wannabe assassins
that were stalking through the night.  It didn't take Fel more than a few
moments to rush towards them and confront them.  And what a confrontation
it was.

   On the one hand there were two warrior girls, not older than twenty,
wearing charcoal cloaks.  They had been sneaking up to Fel for a while now.
She had to admit that they had put some thought into their act.  Their dark
attire made them hard to spot in the night.  They even had their faces
painted black.  Swords on their belts as well as bows and arrows on their
backs left no doubt about their intentions.  It was a good thing that Fel
could trust her instincts in these situations.  Now one of them was on her
knees and Fel's dagger stuck in her neck.  Both her hands tightly clung to
the deadly blade that pierced her throat.  Amazingly enough, hardly any
blood was trickling down from the wound.  The dagger must have missed the
carotid just barely.  On the other hand there was Fel.  Completely naked,
her giant breasts heaving and her cock still erect.  The long blade in her
right hand was trembling in anticipation and ready to cut anyone in halves
who dared to oppose her.  She had opened her ponytail before lying down, so
the untamed long red hair that waved around her now made her look like an
angry goddess of war.

   The second assassin who was still unharmed didn't even dare to draw her
sword.  She probably knew about Fel's abilities and that there was no
chance to get out of a fight with her alive.  That was the reason why all
assassins and bounty hunters only dared to approach her in situations like
this- drunk and supposedly sleeping.  Fel gave her an angry look.  It made
the blood in the assassin girl's veins freeze.  All the training she had
received, all the ruthless things she had seen and that she had done
herself- they all were meaningless right now.  Fel's voice was surprisingly
calm when she asked: "Now tell me, little assassin bitch.  Who is it that
you're planning to kill so late in the night?" The dumbfounded girl
stumbled over her own words as she tried to answer.  "Uhm- no!  Please,
we..." But Fel already interrupted her.  "...Because I can assure you two
shits- I'm in a bad mood tonight!  So I really would prefer getting a good
night's sleep over playing around with you girls!  Is that understandable?"

   While she was giving this surreal sermon, she walked towards the girl
with the dagger in her neck.  She placed her left hand on the hilt of the
dagger.  The wounded girl looked at her with eyes that were pleading for
her life.  She tried to speak, but only managed to make a rattling sound in
her pierced throat.  One of her hands slowly let go of the blade and
reached out to Fel's hand on the hilt.  Her hand had deep cuts on the palm
and was bloody all over.  She twined her fingers around Fel's.  The wounded
girl clearly didn't have the power to loosen Fel's grip on the dagger.  Her
touch on Fel's hand wasn't that of a fighter.  It was closer to that of a
child begging for mercy.  Conveying the most simple message: 'I am a human
being just like you.  You may have the power to destroy me, but please
don't make use of it.' Fel was surprised by the warmth of that hand.  She
smiled at the fatally wounded girl.  "Don't worry, kid.  It's only the
flames of hell awaiting you...  to roast your sorry ass for all eternity!"

   Fel violently pulled the dagger out of the assassin's throat and a gush
of blood followed.  The girl didn't even manage to let out a scream in her
final moments.  The blood was leaving her body so rapidly that her body
only twitched a few times, then fell forwards and remained on the ground
lifelessly.

   "Thought up an answer yet?" The other assassin flinched in fright as she
was addressed so suddenly.  She had remained motionless and just stared at
the killing of her comrade.  The girl gulped.  Then she hesitantly
answered. "It- it really is not the way you think it is..." Fel swung her
sword.  "Lies- I don't like them!" The girl was sure that this would be her
death and screamed in denial.  But to her surprise, she found herself
unharmed.  The blade had only cut the front of her cloak and the leather
armor she wore underneath.  The vertical cut opened up her clothes like the
petals of a flower so that both her big round breasts and her cock were
uncovered.

   Fel sheathed her sword and got very close to the girl.  "One lie costs
you one of your big tits!" She took one of the naked breasts in her left
hand.  It felt quite heavy.  Then she put the bloody dagger against the
lower breast fold.  The cold metal made the girl flinch again and the blade
immediately drew blood.  Fel grinned like a devil from aforementioned hell.
"What a shame to loose such a beautiful boob.  Are you ready to let go of
it, you little liar?" Tears were running all over the former assassin's
face by now.  She shook her head as fiercely as possible without letting
the blade cut deeper into her flesh.  "Nooo!  Please don't cut off my tits,
Fel!  Anything but that!" Fel raised an eyebrow.  "Anything?  You mean it's
okay if I cut off your cock?  Or your balls?" The girl was looking at her
in disbelief.  Even though she was in a life-threatening situation here,
she felt like Fel was joking around with her.  Fel's breath also was
stinking terribly of alcohol.  And her cock was still fully erect, rubbing
against the girl's slender belly.  What kind of interrogation was this?

   "No, please don't cut off anything!  I will do anything you want, Fel! I
will tell you everything!" Fel smirked.  "As if I was really interested in
that shit.  So what happens if you tell me who it was that hired you to
kill me?  Huh?  I have a hundred enemies in all kinds of places and
positions.  I smash them wherever I get hold of them.  It doesn't really
matter to me who it was that sent this scummy pair of assassins after me."
The girl sniffled.  She almost felt like there was a way out of this for
her...  but Fel had murdered her comrade in cold blood just a minute ago.
She still felt like the same thing could happen to her at any moment. 
Also, the cold dagger was still painfully digging into her delicate skin.
She whispered: "Then-..." Fel interrupted her again.  "Then why do I
torture you?  Haha!  Stupid kid!  Definitely not to press some kind of
'information' out of you, silly girl!...  It's pun-ish-ment for you!" The
girl was breathing heavily.  "P- punishment for lying to you?" Fel scowled
at her.  "Punishment for trying to kill me, you piece of shit!" The girl's
face grew pale.  She didn't even dare to breathe.  There was no way in
which she could talk herself out of this.  Tears ran down over her face. 
Her voice was so low that Fel could hardly hear it.  "I'm sorry..."

   Fel finally took the dagger off the girl's breast.  Then she slapped her
across the face.  "You better be sorry!" As usual, Fel's bitch slap was
fierce enough to knock said bitch off her feet.  The half naked girl curled
up on the ground and cried miserably.  In a sudden spur of drunken
curiosity, Fel took the bow and the quiver with the arrows from the girl's
shoulders.  "That's the thing you planned to kill me with, huh?  How about
this for a punishment: I get three shots at your ass with the arrows you
wanted to shoot into my heart!"

   It took the girl a while to react to this suggestion.  But to Fel's
surprise the girl didn't cry for mercy.  To the contrary, she pulled up her
torn cloak and removed her panties.  She exposed her naked ass for Fel. 
The girl was ready to accept this punishment.  Although terribly painful
and humiliating, it wouldn't kill her.  She was willing to let Fel shoot
three arrows into her naked ass cheeks.  This kind of submissiveness really
turned Fel on.  Her foreskin still prickled and stung pretty badly.  The
warm air didn't do much to calm down this feeling.  Perhaps this ass right
in front of her could grant her some relief?

   Fel kneeled down and slapped the plump butt.  The girl let out a wail.
"Good girl.  I like it when people take the consequences of their actions.
But before these arrows hit you, there's something else I want to stab your
ass with..."



   When Fel woke up, her cock hurt both from the infection and the intense
fucking last night.  The girl in her arms probably felt at least as much
pain in her sore fucked asshole.  Fel was furious right away from the
moment she opened her eyes.  She wanted that bitch to feel worse pain.  The
girl had woken up already some time ago, but hadn't dared to move even an
inch in Fel's tight embrace.  Now that Fel was looking at her with such
discontent, she felt like she should say something.  "Fel...  Rather than
hurting me...  it seems like you really enjoyed fucking me in the ass last
night.  Isn't there...  any possibility that I can pay my debt by...  being
your sex slave?"

   Fel grunted angrily.  "Are you crazy?  Why would I fuck an old hag like
you twice?  Also, you were quite bad.  I only did it because my cock was
itching.  And after fucking your shitty ass it itches even more!" The girl
fell silent.  Fel grabbed the quiver and counted the arrows in it.  Then
she took one of them out and took a look at its jagged head.  "Thirteen
arrows- seems like the perfect number.  I guess I'll spare you the bow and
apply these by hand.  Three for your fat ass cheeks, two for each of your
boobs, one into each of your balls, one through the foreskin, one into each
eye...  oh, and one into your asshole so you remember who fucked you after
you tried to assassinate her!"