wulf
God-Emperor
Here is a multi-part story about love and betrayal, created by Nicole and myself. We do hope you enjoy it.
Nicole’s Sacrifice
The country of Rusitania, present day…………
His body laid motionless at the bottom of the steep staircase, an ever widening pool of blood spreading out from beneath his head. Karine stood at the top of the stairs staring down at him, in shock and wide-eyed with panic. The door to her apartment directly behind her opened, and her slave Nicole came to her and took in the scene.
“Oh my Mistress,” she asked, “what has happened?”
For a moment Karine couldn’t answer, as her mind was racing with thoughts of the dire consequences she would now face. In this country things were much different than most others. There were no prisons to speak of, just local jails for drunks and traffic offenses. More serious crimes were given various corporal punishments that very much resembled medieval times. Capital crimes were punishable by death, usually public torture followed by crucifixion. The crime rate was very low compared to other countries, and what crimes were prosecuted were usually sex offenses, where women refused to submit on demand… which was against Rusitanian law. The guilty women were normally flogged or otherwise tortured in the public Punishment Square, and was always looked forward to and enjoyed by the locals.
Karine stammered, “It… it was an accident. I was just unlocking the door when he came up behind me and hugged me from behind telling me it was time for us to fuck. I just reacted without thinking and turned around and kneed him in the balls. He stumbled back and tripped on the stairs and then rolled all the way down.”
“Is he dead Mistress,” Nicole asked as though she didn’t want to know.
“With that much blood coming out of his head, yes he’s dead,” she answered. Then turning to her slave and lover, she said “I’m afraid your Mistress is in a great deal of trouble.”
Nicole asked, “Isn’t that Karl from downstairs, the one that’s always bothering you? You can tell them that… that he was trying to rape you and it was an accident.”
“My poor dear Nicole”, Karine said, “He wanted sex from me and it was my obligation to give it to him. He was breaking no law, and I killed him.”
“But Mistress….. “
“Don’t you see dear slave, I have no defense for this. I’m guilty in the eyes of the law, and I will be put to death,” Karine explained with a tear in her eye, and a deep fear gripping her heart.
“Noooo… that can’t be,” Nicole cried.
At that moment the street entrance door opened and a man walked in, then rushed to the dead man on the floor. He checked for a pulse and found none, then looked up at the two women at the top of the stairs.
“What happened here?” he asked.
“He fell down the stairs. It was an accident,” Karine answered.
“Like hell he did. He had a little help, didn’t he?” he said with rising anger in his voice. He looked down at the dead man once again, then up at the women. “Alright, which one of you bitches killed my brother?” demanded Wulf.
“It was………..” Karine started to say.
“Me,” Nicole interrupted, “I did it. He wanted to fuck me and I pushed him away and he fell down the stairs. It was an accident.”
“Nicole… no…..” Karine said.
The phone calls were made that summoned the police and crime scene techs, and curious neighbors gathered around to see what was going on. Still standing at the top of the stairs Karine saw the dead man’s brother point up at them to the police detectives, and moments later they were both sitting in their apartment being questioned. Karine was overcome with fear and kept silent as her loving slave confessed to the crime that she didn’t do to save her Mistress.
“Very well”, said the detective, “I’ve heard enough. Nicole, you are hereby under arrest on the charge of Refusal of Sex, and 1st Degree Murder.” By the time those words were spoken, Nicole’s hands were cuffed behind her back, and another set of cuffs hobbled her ankles.
The little voice in Karine’s head was yelling at her to speak up an tell the truth before it was too late. But the fear of being tortured to death was too much, so she stayed silent and watched helplessly as her beloved little slave was taken away. In spite of the sorrow and guilt of the betrayal, she felt that familiar sensation in her pussy seeing Nicole in cuffs and helpless.
Nicole’s Sacrifice
The country of Rusitania, present day…………
His body laid motionless at the bottom of the steep staircase, an ever widening pool of blood spreading out from beneath his head. Karine stood at the top of the stairs staring down at him, in shock and wide-eyed with panic. The door to her apartment directly behind her opened, and her slave Nicole came to her and took in the scene.
“Oh my Mistress,” she asked, “what has happened?”
For a moment Karine couldn’t answer, as her mind was racing with thoughts of the dire consequences she would now face. In this country things were much different than most others. There were no prisons to speak of, just local jails for drunks and traffic offenses. More serious crimes were given various corporal punishments that very much resembled medieval times. Capital crimes were punishable by death, usually public torture followed by crucifixion. The crime rate was very low compared to other countries, and what crimes were prosecuted were usually sex offenses, where women refused to submit on demand… which was against Rusitanian law. The guilty women were normally flogged or otherwise tortured in the public Punishment Square, and was always looked forward to and enjoyed by the locals.
Karine stammered, “It… it was an accident. I was just unlocking the door when he came up behind me and hugged me from behind telling me it was time for us to fuck. I just reacted without thinking and turned around and kneed him in the balls. He stumbled back and tripped on the stairs and then rolled all the way down.”
“Is he dead Mistress,” Nicole asked as though she didn’t want to know.
“With that much blood coming out of his head, yes he’s dead,” she answered. Then turning to her slave and lover, she said “I’m afraid your Mistress is in a great deal of trouble.”
Nicole asked, “Isn’t that Karl from downstairs, the one that’s always bothering you? You can tell them that… that he was trying to rape you and it was an accident.”
“My poor dear Nicole”, Karine said, “He wanted sex from me and it was my obligation to give it to him. He was breaking no law, and I killed him.”
“But Mistress….. “
“Don’t you see dear slave, I have no defense for this. I’m guilty in the eyes of the law, and I will be put to death,” Karine explained with a tear in her eye, and a deep fear gripping her heart.
“Noooo… that can’t be,” Nicole cried.
At that moment the street entrance door opened and a man walked in, then rushed to the dead man on the floor. He checked for a pulse and found none, then looked up at the two women at the top of the stairs.
“What happened here?” he asked.
“He fell down the stairs. It was an accident,” Karine answered.
“Like hell he did. He had a little help, didn’t he?” he said with rising anger in his voice. He looked down at the dead man once again, then up at the women. “Alright, which one of you bitches killed my brother?” demanded Wulf.
“It was………..” Karine started to say.
“Me,” Nicole interrupted, “I did it. He wanted to fuck me and I pushed him away and he fell down the stairs. It was an accident.”
“Nicole… no…..” Karine said.
The phone calls were made that summoned the police and crime scene techs, and curious neighbors gathered around to see what was going on. Still standing at the top of the stairs Karine saw the dead man’s brother point up at them to the police detectives, and moments later they were both sitting in their apartment being questioned. Karine was overcome with fear and kept silent as her loving slave confessed to the crime that she didn’t do to save her Mistress.
“Very well”, said the detective, “I’ve heard enough. Nicole, you are hereby under arrest on the charge of Refusal of Sex, and 1st Degree Murder.” By the time those words were spoken, Nicole’s hands were cuffed behind her back, and another set of cuffs hobbled her ankles.
The little voice in Karine’s head was yelling at her to speak up an tell the truth before it was too late. But the fear of being tortured to death was too much, so she stayed silent and watched helplessly as her beloved little slave was taken away. In spite of the sorrow and guilt of the betrayal, she felt that familiar sensation in her pussy seeing Nicole in cuffs and helpless.
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