Messaline Paskell ,Truth Or Dream ?

[messaline]

This story was written by Racing Rodent and illustrated by SkatingJesus ...​

I thanks them very much for this wonderful gift ...



PASKELL , the warrior
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Paskell stood ready, her sword was naked in her right hand her shield grasped firmly in the other. Her armour was a delicate filigree in tribute to her mission to the Goddess, while it protected her heart and her womanhood it revealed the young, teasing flesh clad only in a short and revealing tunic.

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Opposite Paskell in the open glade before the entrance to the sacred grove in which the wise women of the tribe and their young acolytes were performing the sacred rituals stood an arrogant young warrior. He had clearly crossed over the boundaries to try his luck at stealing a wife. Not just any wife for this young buck but priestess or seeress, the kind of prize that would instantly elevate him to high rank in his tribe or enhance any status to which he had been born.

Between him and his triumph however Paskell stood ready and she was fierce. “Flee now before I gut you like a hog, you dog!”



“Ho, ho, a feisty wench and nobly attired, I think I will make you captive and drag to my home, to warm my bed,” Chuckled the warrior.




to be continued ...​

 

[messaline]

“Never!” Paskell raised her weapons, “Defend yourself for the Gods will not in this place.” The peaceful idyll of the woodland and the distant languid chanting of the priestesses was broken by the clash of metal. Sword struck shield and sprang to strike again. Paskell aimed to kill, she lunged and span and lunged again, guarding her attacks with her shield as she tried to espy an opening around her oppents own defence, all the while being of his sword.

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The opposing warrior charged in close, seeking to bind their blades together with a skilful parry and hook aside Paskell’s shield with his so that might use his manly strength to overpower her. Paskell was having none of it.

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She lashed out with a kick to his ankle knocking him off balance. With a roar of triumph, she watched him crash to the ground losing his sword and shield from his grasp. Casting her own shield to the ground she took up a two-handed grip on her blade to finish the fight once and for all.

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“Oh no,” She gasped as the warrior wrenched his body around on the ground and grabbed her ankles swinging her in an arc through the air, “Ooof” Paskell crashed to the ground, the air gushing from her lungs and her sword skittering off into the long grass.

“Nighty, night,” The warrior sneered, his fist raised to punch her.



“No, wait,” Gasped Paskell and then everything went black.



to be continued ...
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[RacingRodent]

It is fun for me seeing the pics SJ created for the first time

 

[thehangingtree]

This is a travesty of justice... I like it!!!

 

[messaline]

Paskell woke up alone in a hut clad only in garlands of flowers.​

“What the hell?” Paskell sat up and looked around angrily.



“Oh good, my bride in awake and glad for her wedding day,” Grinned the warrior, entering the hut accompanied by a young woman who looked strangely familiar.



“Have we met before?” Paskell asked her with keen interest, her nipples perking up at the woman’s beauty.


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“Of course, when I defeated you at the sacred glade remember?” Said the warrior.


“No not you ugly, this beautiful young maiden here?” Paskell went up to the woman who handed her garland of posies and blushed
furiously.

“What my sister? No, now come on, we are to be married,” Proclaimed the warrior, “My sister will be your bridesmaid.”



"Never I'll be your wife !" Answered Paskell ...
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[messaline]

He grabbed Paskell by the arm ...



and hustled her to an ancient gnarled oak.
Taking a silken rope he lashed Paskell to a withered branch ...



He screamed : " I'm going to bring you to obedience ! "



Paskell had no reaction, only looking at him with a proud attitude ...



The warrior's sister was rather more seemingly afraid for her, in compassionate anticipation to her pain .



At the first lash, Paskell arched her back but only a small moan escaped from her mouth !



Then, the lashes were following, one after the other, but Paskell stayed mute, with only some groans, betraying that she was in pain ...
The warriors sister was could not hide that she was horrified by such a treatment but she didn't dare to say a word against her brother !



"Slash" !!! The lashes were streaking the Paskell's back but the warrior seemed to take some pleasure in doing that !
"Take one more ! Take one more !" He said , "Perhaps this training will be gainful in teaching you to submit when we're married !"
"Slash ! Slash ! Slash !"

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[messaline]

Suddenly, a lash was stinging one of the Paskell's nipples and she was screaming loudly !



So, the warrior stopped the torture and said :
"Well, I think that it's enough and that we can start the wedding'ceremony !"
Paskell was conducted in front of the old druid who was asking for Diomasach, the warrior.
“Do you Diomasach, take this woman er…” The druid paused ...



“Paskell,” She supplied helpfully.


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“Paskell, yes thank you,” The druid nodded, “Do you Diomasach take this woman Paskell to be your wife in the sight of Gods and men?”

“I do,” Diomasach the arrogant warrior said.

“What that is an awfully short way to do the ceremony,” Paskell protested, as the Druid picked up a cup of wine from the altar near the old tree.

“Hush, now Diomasach hand Paskell the wine and repeat after me, “With this gift of wine I thee wed.”

Paskell found herself holding the wine. The druid went on, “Right now Paskell, you drink the wine and say ‘By accepting this wine, I become your wife.”

“What? No!” Paskell through the wine over Diommasach...



and then hit him with the cup for good measure...



“Outrageous,” Roared the warrior, striking Paskell to the ground, “I shall bind to a cross beam and shoot you with my bow in blessed tribute to our God!”



To be continued ...
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[messaline]

Paskell woke up dazed and bound, naked save for a few flower to a cross while Diomasach bent his bow and readied to shoot.

 

[messaline]

“No stop,” Cried the cruel warrior’s sister, “I lover her no!” As the first arrow flew she jumped in front of Paskell so that the cruel dart struck her in the breast.



“No,” Called out Paskell as the young woman swooned at her feet.



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[messaline]

“I love you, wake up,” Said the girl from bleeding lips.

“What, what did you say?”

“Too late and now you die!” Cried Diomasach shooting a second arrow. It sank deep into Paskell, jutting out from just below her nipple.

The end ?​

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[messaline]

No, here is an ...

Epilogue ...

“Ow that hurt!”



Messaline woke up, Judith, looking very much alive and unshot, though wearing fewer clothes than in the dream smiled down upon her.



“So sleepy head, want to make love before we hit the shower? I woke up early this mornig and I feel horny, judging by these,” Judith flicked each of Messaline’s nipples in turn, “You were having sexy dreams too.”



“You might say that,” Said Messaline and reached up and kissed Judith.



The end ...​

 

[RacingRodent]

What can I say, I really enjoyed this, SJ's pictures really brought my own more humble contribution to life and of course Messa was

 

[messaline]

So, what is the truth ?

Messaline a warrior ? I doubt ... anyway, I prefer her like that ...



... even if my fantasy is driving me, sometimes, to Paskell, the warrior ...



Anyway, I do many thank Racing Rodent and SkatingJesus for having been so much kind to make this wonderful story for me ...

Kisses to them !

 

[Jollyrei]

He had clearly crossed over the boundaries to try his luck at stealing a wife. Not just any wife for this young buck but priestess or seeress, the kind of prize that would instantly elevate him to high rank in his tribe...

...and murder him while he sleeps?
Still catching up, but it's great stuff. Well done.

 

[bellesouth]

As the Bard put it - "To sleep perchance to dream." What a dream to have and what a situation to wake up to. Loved it.

 

[Barbaria1]

Great story, great illustrations! Thanks Messa, RR and SJ

 

[Wragg]

Wow! Messaline, SJ, and RR together!



What a warrior, and what a wife!

But, Diomasach, she was never going to stand quietly and let you wed her! And now she's cost you a perfectly good sister.

Messaline, if you have dreams like that, what do you eat for supper? I must nip out and get some before the shops close!

 

[messaline]

The dreams come or not, Wragg ... but they are so much instilled by "LOVE" !

 

[Jollyrei]

A lovely short story, with adventure, passion and, well, more passion. Well told and beautifully illustrated. In life or in a dream, Diomasach had no hope. True love always wins with our Messaline.

 

[bobinder]

The dreams come or not, Wragg ... but they are so much instilled by "LOVE" !

'One Wedding and Two Funerals'! Wow, what a dream!
Sorry things went so horribly wrong on your wedding day, Messa, but you would never have been happy with him!
Fortunately it was a happy ending.
Fantastic pictures - look at the lustre of that wine as it flies out of the chalice!
Well done everybody - SJ, Messa and RR!