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SkatingJesus
King of the Crux Hill
SkatingJesus
King of the Crux Hill
SkatingJesus
King of the Crux Hill
Martha Come
Senator
Beautiful. If there were an anonymous way of paying I would gladly buy your whole series! Thanks for sharing this, Skat!
... a dream ...
AlexArts
Soul of Cinder
Your nightmare...Our dream
Cella
Spectator
Oh my! What a wonderful set of images SJ! So powerful. The brave Hilda holding back the savage horde, giving the survivors of her tribe -- her mother, the queen, the remaining warriors, and the women and children -- enough time to flee to safety. To live to fight another day!
I love this pic!!!!!
Hilda the warrior, Beautiful and brave. A superb swordswoman. The very best. She volunteered to hold the narrow passageway after the Orc forces breached the outer defenses. She knows she can't hold them off. There's just one of her and so, so many of them. But she is a warrior. Dedicated to service and willing to die for her people. This is the defining moment of her life. She will not fail her people and her mother, the queen. She's all that stands between them and gruesome death. The Orcs are cannibals. They will crucify any survivors they capture, then eat them! She will not permit that fate for her people. No! She will hold them off! Or die trying. Such is the duty of a warrior.
Her eyes narrow as she sees the first Orcs approach her on the narrow path. She steels herself. Every muscle and nerve ready. The Orcs are savages, uncontrolled, undisciplined; she is the civilized, cultured professional, the ultimate warrior. How many of them shall I kill, she thinks to herself.
It is their time to die!
Screaming, the Orc savages rush forward. She cuts them down as her sword effortlessly slices through their flesh. She moves purposefully, in a coordinated, controlled ballet of death. Her sword swings in wide arcs and stabs at the red-skinned demonic figures around her. She was trained for this moment. She will not fail!
But there re so many of them. Like ants they spill out of the narrow gate onto the road. So many! Hilda swings her sword as Orc blood splashes on the rocks and ground. Down they go, one after another. But they keep coming! Her arms and shoulders begin to tire. Her sword, at first almost light in her strong grip, now seems so heavy. How long can she last?
Suddenly she's aware of being surrounded! For the first time she realizes she will certainly die today. But she must keep fighting. She must keep the Orcs occupied so that her people can escape. They need more time. She must give them that time!
They have her encircled!
Hilda's warrior battle-cry reverberates off the surrounding rocks as she slashes away at the swarming savages uttering their hideous, shrill screams as she cuts them down one by one. But for every one that dies another arrives to engage her. Her vastly superior swordsmanship and keen intelligence have allowed her to prevail, but she knows that ultimately she will fail to hold the passage. After all, she's just one woman, and they are so many!
She fights on, swirling, turning, thrusting, stabbing. Orc bodies pile up. How much longer can she last?
Exhausted, she fights on. Desperate to spill every drop of Orc blood possible. She must survive long enough for her people to get away! It is her duty! Her purpose! This moment is hers! She must not fail!
But the circle is closing. No longer even a swords-length away. She cannot swing in powerful arcs to slice their bodies apart. Now she must stab, close-in. This allows the Orcs to get closer. They continue to fall. But suddenly they at eon her. She feels an Orc hand grabbing for her!
More to follow!
I love this pic!!!!!
Hilda the warrior, Beautiful and brave. A superb swordswoman. The very best. She volunteered to hold the narrow passageway after the Orc forces breached the outer defenses. She knows she can't hold them off. There's just one of her and so, so many of them. But she is a warrior. Dedicated to service and willing to die for her people. This is the defining moment of her life. She will not fail her people and her mother, the queen. She's all that stands between them and gruesome death. The Orcs are cannibals. They will crucify any survivors they capture, then eat them! She will not permit that fate for her people. No! She will hold them off! Or die trying. Such is the duty of a warrior.Her eyes narrow as she sees the first Orcs approach her on the narrow path. She steels herself. Every muscle and nerve ready. The Orcs are savages, uncontrolled, undisciplined; she is the civilized, cultured professional, the ultimate warrior. How many of them shall I kill, she thinks to herself.
It is their time to die!
Screaming, the Orc savages rush forward. She cuts them down as her sword effortlessly slices through their flesh. She moves purposefully, in a coordinated, controlled ballet of death. Her sword swings in wide arcs and stabs at the red-skinned demonic figures around her. She was trained for this moment. She will not fail! But there re so many of them. Like ants they spill out of the narrow gate onto the road. So many! Hilda swings her sword as Orc blood splashes on the rocks and ground. Down they go, one after another. But they keep coming! Her arms and shoulders begin to tire. Her sword, at first almost light in her strong grip, now seems so heavy. How long can she last? Suddenly she's aware of being surrounded! For the first time she realizes she will certainly die today. But she must keep fighting. She must keep the Orcs occupied so that her people can escape. They need more time. She must give them that time! They have her encircled! Hilda's warrior battle-cry reverberates off the surrounding rocks as she slashes away at the swarming savages uttering their hideous, shrill screams as she cuts them down one by one. But for every one that dies another arrives to engage her. Her vastly superior swordsmanship and keen intelligence have allowed her to prevail, but she knows that ultimately she will fail to hold the passage. After all, she's just one woman, and they are so many!She fights on, swirling, turning, thrusting, stabbing. Orc bodies pile up. How much longer can she last?
Exhausted, she fights on. Desperate to spill every drop of Orc blood possible. She must survive long enough for her people to get away! It is her duty! Her purpose! This moment is hers! She must not fail! But the circle is closing. No longer even a swords-length away. She cannot swing in powerful arcs to slice their bodies apart. Now she must stab, close-in. This allows the Orcs to get closer. They continue to fall. But suddenly they at eon her. She feels an Orc hand grabbing for her!More to follow!
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SkatingJesus
King of the Crux Hill
Fantastic texting, thanks for your effort!
They rejoice in my defeat so much so they forget how many of theirs I have slain and how many of them it took to overwhelm me...
Epic, SJ
Cella
Spectator
There are strong arms behind her now, grabbing her arms and shoulders, dragging her back. She can't wield her sword! The Orcs surge and press in close. She can smell their vile, animal stink! She roars, wanting to fight, wanting to keep killing the savages! But she can't. She's being overcome by sheer numbers -- not by skill or courage. Just by their numbers! 
A fist smashes into her jaw. Hilda staggers, seeing stars as her vision grays.
A foreleg kick to her abdomen drives the wind out of her. She still struggles to stand. She wants to fight! But where is her sword?
The hilt of an enemy sword smashes into the back of her head. Now the world goes black as Hilda drops to the ground. Defeated.
Hilda lies face down in the dirt of the narrow road. The road soaked with Orc blood! The road she had intended to defend, to save her people.
The surviving Orcs, suddenly aware of their victory over the female warrior that was killing them with such contemptuous ease, scream out in victory as they begin to strip off her armor.
The pull Hilda to her feet as she regains consciousness. Still groggy, and disoriented, she feels the wind blowing across her naked, sweating skin. Her body is exposed to them! she feels their strong fingers and hands groping at her exposed flesh, grabbing her breasts, and running up and down her legs. For now she's thanking for her thong still being worn. But for how long?
Hilda stares up into the sky as they continue to abuse her. Why am I thinking of myself at this time she wonders? Are my people safe? Was I successful? Or did I fail in my duty? In the midst of the savage Orcs Hilda wishes she had died fighting rather than being their prisoner. She well knows what will become of her. But, was I successful, she agonizes? I can endure any death, no matter how terrible, if I know my people are safe. Did she fight as well as she could? Could she have fought better? She prays her efforts have not been wasted.
SkatingJesus
King of the Crux Hill
Perfect texting again!
Cella
Spectator
Hilda is dragged to her feet. She staggers from the effects of the blow to her head that felled her. Her vision is blurry and doubled. She is nauseous and can barely balance. Her hands are bound behind her back. She is naked save for her thong. Why was she not fully stripped, she wonders? And raped? She was a defenseless woman in the hands of savages! Perhaps that is what awaits her as she is marched to their encampment. But then she realizes as her mind clears: Orc warriors have no cocks! No, they do not! They are sexless creatures bred only to fight. They do not have the sexual emotions of human males. It is not her nakedness that excites them, but her flesh! Her tasty human female flesh! She was not killed for a reason. She shudders at the thought!
For the first time in her life Hilda is genuinely terrified and fearful of what will likely happen to her. But just as quickly she is shamed by her feelings. She is a human being, a warrior! She straightens up as she is led along, Holding her head high and proud she swears to show no fear.
As the Orc column approaches the encampment cheers rise up from the gathering warriors. She cannot understand their guttural, brutish language. But, upon seeing a cross lying on the ground, she is certain she can guess at what they are shouting. She controls her fear, reminding herself that she is a warrior, as they strip off her final bit of clothing.Then the Orc leaders appear -- the chieftain and his sons. They are as hideously ugly as the sexless warriors, but they have cocks! Huge bulging cocks! Hilda is thrown to the ground and her arms are bound to the crossbeam. Then her legs are pulled apart and the chieftain and his sons take their turns raping her. She endures this gross, barbaric treatment with a warrior's stoicism.
She just prays she did her duty so that her rape, torture and death will not be for nothing.
Her rape finished, Hilda's spread legs are tied by the ankles to a lower bar set across the upright. Her cross is then raised up high and secured in the ground. Hilda, the virtuous, brave warrior hangs, crucified!
She looks down at the mob of orcs around her cross. How long will she have to hang? The pain in her bound wrists, arms and shoulders quickly escalates. She tries to push up but her spread-eagle position makes it difficult. All she can do is hang, helpless and naked. 
All though the day Hilda hangs on her cross as the Orcs mill about. Her physical agony is small compared to her mental torture. Was she successful? Did she hold off the Orc forces long enough for her people to escape? She was a warrior! Did she do her duty? Did she?Suddenly she hears human voices. Her head snaps to the side, in the direction of the familiar sounds.
"Hilda, Hilda," she hears her name, shouting . . .
bobinder
ARTISAN
This series is excellent, SJ. The dramatic lighting, action and blood splatter are all stunning! Thanks for posting. Regards, Bob
rb1956
Lone Wolf
this is very good...i like it very much an hope there is more. thank you.
