The heavy wooden door behind her slammed shut with an echo of finality as the guards dragged the Orlesian forward. Leliana cringed at the smell of the dungeon wafting up the stairs… sweat and sickness and other, even more unpleasant odors… the scent of misery. The two guards holding her arms didn’t exactly smell like … Continue reading Leliana’s Lament 1

“Please… leave… me…” the girl said silently, looking down. “After the show you gave?” the sergeant laughed, “Not a chance. Now lay down!” he ordered pushing Leliana to the straw that served as a mattress in this cell. “Lay down and spread your filthy legs like a whore you are!” Leliana fell onto the mattress, … Continue reading Leliana’s Lament 2

Images of her rapes haunted her during the night, forcing her to relive the terrors again and again, just as she was forced to relive Marjolaine’s betrayal time and again. She still couldn’t believe her beloved Marjolaine had betrayed her… had left her to these… monsters. Did she even know what was going on here? … Continue reading Leliana 3

“What are you waiting for, you dumb whore? Get! To! It!” Each word was punctuated by a hard slap to her abused tits, tearing another teary whimper from her throat. Slowly, Leliana began to move her body, pushing back and forth on his cock, each motion sending waves of pain through her lower body as … Continue reading Leliana’s Lament 4

“Hello there, my pretty…"the noblewoman said softly, her eyes traveling over Leliana’s abused form… and a dreadful smile appeared on her face. "Y-you…” Leliana whispered, staring in utter shock on the face once so beloved by her. “What are you… what are you doing here?” “All you surprised my pretty?” Marjolaine smiled, coming a bit … Continue reading Leliana’s Lament 5

For a moment, Harwen thought about protesting… but then again, Marjolaine’s ideas for violating this red-haired beauty had been excellent so far and he doubted that this would change. So, with a final slap to Leliana’s ass, he pulled out and pushed her to the floor where she remained, crying softly. Please… haven't… haven’t you … Continue reading Leliana’s Lament 6

Only her face was still subject to her own will, but no muscle obeyed her commands anymore. Fear gripped her heart with an icy claw as she recalled the dreadful tales of blood magic and why it was called an abomination by those following the way of the Maker. The tales said a blood mage … Continue reading Leliana’s Lament 7