Legends of Belariath

Mozenwrathe

Unclean - Revealing Dreams

my hands ache with burning fingers
these wings are battered and broken
slowly does blood drip from my cheek
cut as it is deeply yet does it not seep
i cannot be heard
i cannot be seen
my chest heaves yet nothing comes in
shortness of breath strangling me
long hair once in pleated braids
now naught but struggling tufts
chains about my wrists
nipples erect with pain
silver needles piercing them
back tormented with raw tattoos
each a rune or sigil of slavery
my stomach awaits suffering
whip in hand of my captor
descending towards my chest
each tail with shards of crystal
hungering for my tender skin
just as the cruel leather is to be my destiny
do i awaken

my heart pounds within my breast
nipples still standing at attention
though no longer are they punctured
leaking mixture of milk and blood
for were they never pierced
as it was all fantastic nightmare mine

perspiration coats my brow
silky sheen of moisture
makes my entire body weak
cut to ribbons is my will
for the visions
not of future or past were they
but of another
one who suffers even now
her thighs moist not with her sweat
but the secretions of her owners
for has she been made slave
and I am powerless to save her
for though I empathize with her anguish
do I know not whom she is
or where she lay even as i breathe
so all can I do is weep
my head heavy against cold tiles
tears pooling as blood around a wound

my mind slowly collapsing
does thought blend into want
spirit searching to find her again
hoping to grant her comfort
perhaps even heartfelt love
as there is none to be found
in camps of slavers and slayers
only torment and brutality
despair and glimpses of death
though seductress have I been
this night might I try another tiara
one of friend and possible savior
though do I risk too much
feeling her die in my arms
could be my fate
yet shall I take that chance
for none of my people
even those whom I despise and abhor
deserve what treatment she suffers even now

into the dreamscape do I delve
seductress training allowing me to fall easily
into trance of desperation and focus
each complimenting the other
sending spirals of thought and passion out
through utter coldness of oblivion
letting me swim
making me soar
until to her do I reach
my heart sinking as I drink her in
knowing her gentle spirit doused
as fire smothered by sandstorm

ghostly arms surrounding her
lending her my strength
as she tries to hide her shame
though her body says it all
covered in lash marks and semen
laughter in darkness beyond
her sweep lips marked as a whore's
blood soaking into rags for garments
only thing keeping her alive
fear of being brought back from death
while still being ensnared by these fiends
yet though I would slay them myself
am I not physically there
but will I not watch her descend further

opening the wellspring inside myself
do I take in all that has happened to her
using her memories to fuel me
my lust of things forbidden
making my magic stronger
even over the great distance
healing her wonderful scales
removing scars from flesh
and within her heart
does fury flow again
rich with sacred passion
and diabolical purpose
especially as she knows her slavers are few
only ten or so

there is no human
who can outlast a Sithian
not when bloom of ardor reigns
and so will her rapists be ravished
then ravaged
then slain in her many coils
for though she is weak in strength
will she glow from within
her need for their spunk a demon
hungry for their manliness
thirsty for their hearts
sorcery of deflection on her lips
and craven wants in her blood

first does she call to them
using a siren's song
granted to her by me
yet shall her own voice sing it far better
for before was she made slave
was this Sithian a bard and storyteller
glad am I her throat healed well
as the notes bring tears to my eyes
the cruelest of the set
not humans they
but elves of the forest
cut off from the soul of their people
by their own greed
and lust for agony of others
bringing with them tools of their trade
and sharing in the sensations with her
do I welcome the pain
as it shall not wound her as much
yet will it aid me in our plan
knowing these will only be the first two
is her hunger merely sparked
and will not be sated when then are done

shall she be no longer prey
but predator
and will I be witness alone
to her savagely taking her captors
in groups of two or three
showing them true meaning of rape
leaving no hole unused
neither on her nor them
and leaving their broken husks behind
shall be her escape assured
with her name on my lips
and my thoughts in her soul

my dream once was nightmare
now is sweet reverie of vengeance
coated in blood and sweat
feeling the men's vital nectars
rolling down my throat like honey
her tears of suffering no longer
as into the river will she dive
coming across a free Sithian once more
and though was I not there
do i feel her elation
deep inside my breast and below
knowing none shall terrify her
and that Tepictuc is pleased

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