Until July 10th, we're doing something special and sharing
some of our favorite Story Lines of the year that previously didn't make it
onto the blog.
In this one, Vishous remembers what it was like his very first time. Unfortunately, it wasn't all wine and roses.
Originally posted: January 8th, 2013
Who nominated it: Jane
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XOXO!
The Unbound Team ♥
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either. I just make them! *Laughs*
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Vishous Ghardian
*Stepping into the room and letting out a slight sigh as the
humid, chlorine filled air hits me. Walking over to the edge of the pool I
remain there, gazing into the crystal clear water. My mind taking me back to a
rougher time...a time before that meat sack Manny, before my Jane, before I
knew about mine twin Payne. A time when all I knew was the feeling of hunger,
pain and a longing for a mahmen who cared for me. What a fucking load of bull
shit that was...if I knew then what I know now I....I would have never
survived. As I continue to stare into the water I'm transported back to that cruel
hell hole disguised as the Bloodletter's camp.*
Vishous Ghardian
*It had been three days since my transition
and true to my blood line my new body was tall, muscular and built to kill. As
was customary for all newly transitioned males there was to be a fight...of
course they were normally between two newly transitioned males around the same
height and weight but not mine. My father, if you could even call him that, had
planned for me to fight the second strongest and deadliest male in the camp.
His reasoning was not known though I believed it was to show me some kind of
lesson. The Bloodletter had been even harder on me since the day he burned my
books, the day I lost all emotion and became an empty shell. As I sat in the cave
I watched the pre-trans as they squabbled over something trivial while waiting
for the sun to go down. They kept their distance, as did everyone in the
camp...I was as much an outsider as a full fledged male as I was an
insignificant pre-trans. My diamond eyes shifted to the edge of the cave as I
heard a whistle...the sign that it would soon be dark....the sign that tonight
festivities would soon begin....the sign that I must fight....or die because
loosing....was not an option....not for me.*
Vishous Ghardian
*As the sun continued to set the mood in
the cave had shifted. Everyone, warriors and pre-trans alike, would be there
tonight. They all wanted the same thing....to watch me loose. My icy eyes
glance up as a pre-trans comes close...well closer then anyone else...and
informs me that The Bloodletter say's it is time. Rising to my feet, my hand
shoots out to grip the wall as I sway. I was still not fully used to my new
body which made simple coordination difficult. Once steadied, I made my way to
the mouth of the cave, soaking in the view around me, inhaling the cool air
allowing it to fill my lungs. Nodding as I hear another pre-trans come to get
me. Looking at what I'm sure is my last at the world out there before turning
and following the pre-tans into the belly of the cave. Wrinkling my nose
slightly as the deeper we go into the cave the stronger the smell of sweat and
blood mixed with rotting flesh and bowel extract. Lit by torches along the wall
I see the circle in which the battle would play out this evening with the
Bloodletter in his "throne". The look of pure malicious joy upon his
face would be enough to make anyone slink away...anyone with anything to loose
that is.*
Vishous Ghardian
*As I arrive the circle of males parts for
me and I move to the center of the circle. My diamond eyes moving to meet the
identical set upon the Bloodletter's face. Watching as his light up indicating
my opponent has arrived, I turn my gaze from my sire to that of the male
opposite me. He was large, not necessarily taller then me but definitely more
stout. Not fat though, all of him was pure muscle and having been trained by
the Bloodletter he was nothing but pure rage and maliciousness. You could cut
the tension in the room with a knife and hear a hair fall on the floor with the
silence as all eyes bore down on us. With a raise of his hand the Bloodletter
begins the fight and both my foe and I bow respectfully towards each other. I
rise quickly from the bow and instantly regret it as I become dizzy. Fucking
new body. That's all my opponent needs as he takes his first swing, his fist
colliding with my side and a groan escaping my lips while the crowd bursts into
cheers and various curses directed at me.*
Vishous Ghardian
*Steadying myself on my feet and taking a
good look at my opponent. It is then that I see the smug confidence that will
be his downfall...stealing a glance at my sire I see the same look. They think
this will be an easy one two done. No. I refuse to give them that satisfaction.
I right myself and get into a fighting position as I see the look of confusion
momentarily flash through his eyes before he to, gets into a fighting stance.
Blocking a few of his punches before I go for one of my own, my fist making
contact with his shoulder. Watching as he takes one step back before
retaliating with a blow of his own. Grunting as it hits me in the jaw and I
fall back. Quickly looking around I see a stone and grab it just as the huge
male jumps on top of me. I take the stone and slam it into his skull. Hearing
the gasp from the crowd as they didn't expect that. My opponent's hands go to
shield his face and it's then that I take my move. Something inside of me snaps
and I land blow after blow into his chest, his gut, his face. My fists covered
with his blood as it covers his face...the only thing causing me to stop is the
sound of my sire's voice as he says "enough".*
Vishous Ghardian
*Looking around at the eyes of the
onlookers and seeing the look of shock and some of fear. My chest rising and
falling with each breath as I drop the stone next to the bloodied body that
used to be a grand warrior. I turn to take my leave when the Bloodletter stops
me by saying my name. It is the first I have ever heard him speak it aloud. I
turn my icy stare to meet his as he gets a smug smirk on that mug of his.
Other's would mistake that look for that of pride but not me, I know that look
could only mean one thing. Challenge...accepted. My stomach curdling as I hear
the fucker speak the unimaginable. "Take thee thy right by winning
warrior." You could practically feel the poison drip off the last word as
he spoke. I knew what he meant of course, it was a well known fact that after
an altercation such as this that the winner would emasculate the looser in the
best way possible. I watched as a couple of the pre-trans, alright more like
half a dozen, positioned the bloody pulp that was once a reviled warrior into
the position before they took their place amongst the on-lookers.*
Vishous Ghardian
*I stared at the male as he knelt
completely vulnerable before me. I could feel the icy stare of my sire on the
back of my neck as I hesitated. Could I honestly do this? Could I humiliate
this male who had done no true wrong to me other then follow orders? It is then
that I realized....were the roles reversed, were it me in his place and he in
mine there would be no hesitation. He would have humiliated me and taken from
me what he could and have been on his way. A low growl escaping my chest as I
walk up behind him and lower the pants that were supplied to me upon my
transition. Positioning myself at his hole I paused for a brief moment before
inserting myself into him. Clenching my jaw at the sensations....fuck if I
thought my first time would be like this but so it was. I slowly began to move
in and out of him before quickly picking up the pace. It didn't matter to me
his gurgled cries of pain as he scraped at the dirt ground. I pounded harder
and harder into his hole until at last I came. Upon pulling out the poor sap
fell to the ground, his breathing ragged but even in total defeat he showed no
sign of weakness. It was the Bloodletter's training at its best, even in defeat
you act as if you've won.*
Vishous Ghardian
*As I slowly come back to the present I can
still smell the mixture of blood and sex, see the look on the Bloodletter's
face. Shutting my eyes tight and running my leather clad glove over my face as
I take a deep breath in and let it out slowly. Fuck with everything I've gone
through...everything I've survived I can deal with a tiny vow about getting on
with that meat sack Manny true? Leaping off the edge of the pool and lifting my
arms over my head before I hit the water. The warm liquid surrounding my form
as I fall deeper and deeper into the depths before swimming up to the top.
Breaking free and taking a deep breath. I can do this. For Payne. For Cop. For
my Jane. I can put up with the human...I -need- to. Pushing off the wall and
beginning my laps, clearing my head with each stroke of my arm through the
water.* ~
XOXO!
