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ʎɐƃ sı spןouʎǝɹuʍɐɥs ʎɥʍ - Saikou - 12-04-2014
It was a dark and stormy night. An unnatural haze lingered over Oni's house. In her bed, Skidly shivered. For a summer night, the air was cold and the sky was black. It was almost as if something evil lurked out there in the shadows.
Skidly rolled over, clutching her pillow, and tried to fall back asleep. But a worry nagged in the back of her mind. Something was not right. No matter how she tried, some ghostly force prevented her from sleeping. It made her uneasy. With a sigh, she rolled out of bed, pulled on her panties, and poured herself a cup of water from the pitcher on her nightstand. Quietly, she left her room.
The halls were silent as she walked in the dark. She did not know where he was going, or why, but her body seemed to move on its own accord. She was being drawn by an unseen power. Past her father's bedroom, past the dining hall, past the kitchen, and out onto the terrace. With the moon hidden behind thick clouds, it was nearly impossible to see in the inky black night. But something lying on the path to Skidly's right made her gasp in shock. A body!
'OH SHIT!' Skidly shouted. She leapt over the terrace railing and onto the ground below, running toward the fallen form as fast as she could. Tree branches scratched at her skin and pulled at her clothes, but she paid them no mind. Heart pounding, she fell to her knees on the pathway and placed a gentle hand on the figure's cheek.
Now that she was closer, she could see that this was a young slut from Uzinero's house, a sex slave by the looks of her, who appeared to be no more than 17 years old. But she was in dire need of help. Her clothes were torn and bloody, and her hair was matted with cum. She needed the attention of a healer, immediately. Without a second thought, Skidly picked up the wounded sex slave and, cradling her in her arms, carried her inside to seek the help that was so desperately needed.
*****
'Her situation is severe,' Oni said in a worried voice. 'Whether or not she will live until morning is beyond my sight. My team of healers will do the best they can, but...' his voice trailed off.
Skidly could sense his fear. There was a good chance the young slut might die. 'Is there anything I can do to help?' she asked.
Oni sadly shook his head. 'Nothing the healers are not already trying. But it might help if you just sat with him. She will need to see a friendly face when she wakes up from this ordeal, and you are the closest thing she has right now.'
'I understand,' said Skidly. 'And I will stay with her for as long as it takes. I will not let her die.'
With that, Skidly turned and hurried to the room where the wounded sex slave was being housed. She was surrounded by healers, all of whom wore the same concerned expression. They had washed her body and dressed her wounds with healing salve, but still the slut showed no signs of improvement. Her breathing was shallow, and her pulse was weak. One of the healers turned to Skidly with a defeated sigh.
'It will be an uphill battle,' she said. 'We have done all we can at this time. Now, we can only wait and see if she wakes.'
Skidly nodded resolutely. 'I will stay with her through the night and keep watch as she sleeps.'
One by one, the healers left the bedside, the last one closing the door behind her. In the flickering candle light, Skidly dipped a square of cloth in the bowl of warm water left by the healers, and gently used it to stroke the injured slut's face. Then, taking up the sex slave's limp hand, she settled into her bedside chair and prepared to wait through the remainder of the long, cold night.
*****
'Where... where am I?'
Skidly jerked awake with a start when she heard the words being spoken. She stared down at her patient, an immense wave of relief coursing through her body. The slut was alive! And from the looks of things, she was on his way to making a full recovery.
'You are in Oni's house,' Skidly told her. 'I found you last night, lying unconscious and nearly dead on a path coming from the forest. I carried you inside, and my father's healers tended to your wounds. Please, tell me your name and how you came to be here.'
'My name is HackCommunity,' said the slut. 'I am one of Uzinero's sex slaves. I was on an errand from my master, to deliver an important message to Saikou, who lives in the White House. But last night... All I remember is that I was riding through the forest when suddenly I was attacked by a group of jews. At least 69 surrounded me. I tried to escape, but there were so many, and I had only my M16 for protection. And that is the last thing I recall. I do not know how I came to be here, or why I am not dead.'
Skidly smiled at her. 'The stars must shine favourably favorably on you. To live through such an ordeal... that is more than mere luck.' It was more than luck, too, that HackCommunity had wound up in Oni's house and Skidly had found her. Now that they two were together, it felt almost like fate had lent a hand. HackCommunity was meant to be here, and Skidly was meant to have found her. Why, Skidly did not know. But it felt so certain.
It also did not hurt that HackCommunity was one of the most beautiful individuals Skidly had ever seen. Her sleek blonde hair contrasted with large, bright blue eyes set in a lovely face. And her curvaceous body, half-hidden by the bed linens, was a further attraction. Skidly could hardly suppress her desire to run her hands over that soft hair and perfect body. But she kept her feelings under control. HackCommunity had just barely survived a nearly fatal encounter. Now was not the time for romance.
*****
Within three days, HackCommunity had improved enough to leave her bed. Oni gave her a new set of clothes, and she was able to wander the corridors and gardens by herself. But the one thing that troubled her was Skidly's absence. Since the morning when she'd first awoken in Oni's house, she had not seen Skidly at all. It was as if her rescuer had simply disappeared. She had asked Oni where his daughter could be, but Oni had no answer. Skidly was gone without a trace.
HackCommunity desired to speak with Skidly again, and properly thank her for saving her life. But she also just wanted to see her adorable acquaintance once more. She could not explain it, but she felt a deep connection to Skidly, either forged by the lifesaving bond or some other power. She knew that Skidly was someone special. Someone she had to see again.
It wasn't until the sixth day after HackCommunity had recovered that Skidly returned to Oni's house. She rode up the same path where HackCommunity had been found, dragging a net filled with the heads of jews behind him. All 69 of them.
'Here are your jews!' she called to HackCommunity. 'I found them hiding out in a cave not far from here.'
HackCommunity stared in surprise, eyes going wide. 'You killed... all of them by yourself?'
'I cannot let such dangerous creatures roam free in our lands,' Skidly replied. 'And I did it for you. They nearly killed you. I do not want anything like that to happen again.'
HackCommunity could feel her heart pounding as Skidly spoke. Skidly killed those jews... for her. Before she could stop herself, she leapt at Skidly and threw her arms around her neck, kissing the brave faggot on the cheek.
Skidly laughed in surprise, but did not pull away. 'What was that for?'
'Just a thank you,' HackCommunity said. She smiled, but when she saw the suddenly serious look in Skidly's eyes, the smile faded. 'What is wrong?' she asked, worried.
'HackCommunity,' said Skidly, 'I have to confess something to you. That first morning you were here... I thought you were so beautiful. I wanted to kiss you then, but I did not know how you would react.
HackCommunity gasped in shock. 'Kiss... me?'
'I told myself I must not, because of the terrible ordeal you had just suffered. It was not the right time. But these past few days while I was gone, I could think only of you the entire time. And now...'
'Skidly...' HackCommunity sighed her name. 'I thought about you too. All the time, while you were gone. I was worried I would never see you again.'
Skidly lifted her hand to gently stroke HackCommunity on the cheek. 'I am sorry I ran off like that. I should have said something to you.'
Taking a deep breath, HackCommunity said, 'Skidly, there is something I have been considering over the past several days. I think we were meant to find each other. What happened to me... it was no accident of fate. I was meant to come here. You were meant to rescue me.'
A bright smile broke across Skidly's face as soon as HackCommunity had spoken. 'You know,' she said, 'I had been thinking the same thing! That night when I found you I had been worried an unable to think. Some strange power led me out to the terrace, and that was when I saw you.'
HackCommunity took Skidly's hand. 'So you think... we are meant to be together?'
'I have no doubt of it.' Slowly, Skidly leaned in and kissed HackCommunity softly on the lips. 'I love you,' she whispered.
'I love you too, Skidly,' HackCommunity whispered in return.
THE END!
Note:
The original thread for this has mysteriously disappeared.
I almost cried (this took a lot of effort (no I didn't almost cry, but you get the point)), but I realized that I had saved this article in a text document.
RE: ʎɐƃ sı spןouʎǝɹuʍɐɥs ʎɥʍ - Uzinero - 12-04-2014
Heh, thought this seemed the exact same as the last thread, scrolled to bottom to find out and yup.
Meh, made me moist anyways.
RE: ʎɐƃ sı spןouʎǝɹuʍɐɥs ʎɥʍ - EXiLE - 12-04-2014
10/10. 5 Stars. Book of the year. 100/100