The pictures are based on this Story by Sinbad, "A Royal Betrayal":
“It is hardly worth losing such a valuable agent just to gain a pittance of iron and ore.” Said the White Flame dancing on the graves of his foes. “Lady Yennefer has gained us much, for a Northerner.” Sitting in his favorite chair, he swirled the wine in his cup and considered the proposition before him on the desk.
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His newest advisor, a tall, shaved-headed man, failed to reply. Instead, his dark brown eyes were trained on the lavish portrait of Princess Cirilla.
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“Ordinarily yes. Were this to be some small Darven settlement. My lord, this is Mahakam after all, surely you must recognize the power of such an alliance. And all it will cost us is the life of a single advisor. An advisor, if I may be so bold, that had a hand in your own daughter’s death.” The man ceased further speech at that, all too aware of how little condescending the Emperor was likely to take.
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Alas, while the regal man was known for his calm and calculating disposition, ever since Ciri had been lost to him any mention of her name had a way of instantly stroking his ire. Those black eyes of his snapped towards the Offeri-looking man in his office. “You have a point O’Dimm. She and the Witcher took Cirilla from me. Perhaps some retribution is in order after all.” Giving the parchment on his desk a pensive look, he took up the quill. “I shall give her the opportunity to save herself or die.” With that, the Emperor wrote two letters himself, one for Yennefer, and the other for this potential ally.
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Yennefer of Vengerberg paced in her quarters in the royal palace of Vizima. Her flowing black skirt swept across the immaculate marble floor as she subconsciously nibbled on a finger. Normally, she wouldn’t be bothered by months of silence from Geralt but with Ciri having vanished so abruptly, it was the only thing she could focus on. On one level, she knew she shouldn’t worry, after all the Witcher had been spending months on the lady of worlds to hone her into being his equal. But still, she had transferred her maternal worries onto the girl and they would not leave her be.
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A knock came from the solid oaken door finally broke her concentration and her worried composure both. Standing straight and tossing her rich mane of black hair back, the sorceress strode forth and opened the door to reveal Ehmyr’s favorite butler.
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“The lady Yennefer has been given an order.” Said the grey-haired man as he bowed deeply. Standing, he presented two letters to her. “The Lady will open this one. It will give instructions.” Handing her an immaculate scroll, he held up the other. “And to the Baron Hakkon of Mahakam, she will deliver this one. Please, do not try and read it. The white flame has had it sealed for this occurrence.” The man gave her a final bow and spun perfectly, heading off down the corridor like a page.
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Taken back by the sudden command, Yennefer opened up her dedicated letter. “Lady Yennefer.” was written in the unmistakable hand of the Emperor himself. “With the defeat of the wraiths, your agreed duties now await you. You will go to Mahakam and meet with Baron Hakkon there. Present yourself accordingly and give him the term of our agreed up annexation. You are not to do anything, and I must stress the importance of this, anything to disrupt this acquisition to the Empire. You shall leave on the ‘Morrow and shall arrive swiftly.
By my decree,
Emperor Emhyr Emeres.
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It had taken a day to prepare for the long journey but eventually, the Sorceress was on her way. Her great grey gelding was as swift as ever and the wooded countryside of Temmeria passed by quickly enough. But she could sense some apprehension in her escort’s minds, like they knew something about this Hakkon that she did not. During one of their brief conversations, she had been informed that his unofficial nickname was ‘The Mountain’ and he had some unusual quirks. After all of the royals and pompuss fools she had met though, the full meaning of Hakkon’s queerness did not register in her mind.
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As she and her escort rode on, they left the forest of Temeria behind and crossed through the barren lands of Velen before turning again and entered the rocky region of Mahakam, home of the greatest of all Dwarven rulers and smiths.
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“Halt! Who are yee and what the hell do ye want?” Called out a voice as they neared one of the carved stone archways.
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Yennefer, in her role as the Emperor’s Emissary, called out in turn. “Good morning, we are an envoy from the Nilfgaardian Empire, here to speak with Baron Hakkon the Mountain.”
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The dwarven guard stepped out from behind the archway with three others, one of whom was Yarpin Zigrim himself. The half bald dwarf seemed to gawk at the sight of her. “Well twist my testes and call me Da, Yennefer of Vengerberg herself!” A sudden look of apprehension came to his face then, showing an odd regret. “Aye, the Baron is up the mountain in his keep. You can’t miss it. Bah, I wish they would have sent someone else to deal with him, just watch yourself in there.”
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The first dwarf gave Yarpin a sharp look and lazily waved them through, but not before giving a sharp reprimand to the older Dwarf. “Und now why the fook would ye tell her that? Yer eager to get a wee visit in the night are ye?” The rest of the conversation was lost as they rounded a corner and rode on.
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Yarpin’s words proved correct soon after when the full majesty of the Baron’s carved stone palace came into view. The procession came to a clacking halt as all, save Yennefer, marveled at the finely hewn stone pillars, gold-laden doors and silk curtained windows that spoke of wealth and majesty. Yennefer merely shrugged, after all the Dwarves were but rock collectors when compared to the elven palaces that she had frequented during her life. The sound of her gelding moving on told the rest of the column to shut their mouths and follow, right into the proverbial belly of the beast.
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The interior of the palace was just as grand as the outside to the Nilfgardian’s eyes. For the sorceress, she simply noted the abundance of gold and jewels that were in greater abundance outside of the elements. Upon getting a closer look at the silken drapes, she noted that there was a large fork and a carving knife emblazoned on the bright red silk. Continuing on, her eyes were focused on the man seated in a colossal throne and by the gods, what a man he was. Even seated he was of a height with the armed guards on either side and his thick legs were stretched out before him, insinuating he had another few feet tucked away. Stopping before him, Yennefer knelt and announced herself.
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Before she could get started though, Baron Hakkon raised a hand. “Yes yes, I bloody well know who you are, witch. You have something for me so shut your trap and hand it over.” If Yennefer was stunned by the sudden reproach, she didn’t show it. Instead, she stood and smoothed her skirts before surrendering the letter.
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Tearing open the letter with the grace of a rabbit dog, the behemoth of a man opened it and read the fine letters. My esteemed Baron, I have considered the proposal your advisor sent to me and have no reason to refuse this annexation. Alas, as the ruler of the greatest Empire the world has ever known, I cannot in good taste accept such a boon without returning some notion in return.
For this reason and none other, I offer you Yennefer of Vengerberg. News has reached me of certain accounts that detail your culinary discrepancies. While these are troublesome to consider, I cannot in good concourse deny you one final feast. To that end, take the Sorceress as you like. I have no further need for her services. When it is done, return a letter confirming the deed and henceforth, you shall be the Baron of the vassal state of Mahakam.
Most Sincerely,
The Emperor of Nilfgaard, Emhyr var Emreis
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Looking up and smirking, Baron Hakkon sneered at Yennefer and eyed her like a fresh slice of pork. “Seems that you’ll be staying with us for a few days, witch. I’ll see to your quarters, even make sure the pillows are fluffed up for you! Nothing but the best for a Sorceress after all.” Waving a jeweled hand, Hakkon’s servants rushed off to prepare the room beside their Baron’s own chambers. “Be sure and bathe will you, you have that mongrel smell of barbarism on you.”
Wordlessly and with decades of trained diplomatic skill, Ynnefer hid her bared teeth behind her lips and gave a deep bow, stepping towards the hall just in time for her guard to be hastily booted from the noble Baron’s presence.
“The great oaf stinks like a fat man on the brink of death and he accuses me of my odor?” Yennefer fumed as she slid off her admittedly travel-worn clothes and approached the tub. Waving her hand before her, she made a face at the tub. “What is that smell?” Sniffing, she tilted her head in confusion. “Salt.. pepper? Paprika even.” Shaking her head at the slightly brown water of the tub, she tossed her mane back and slowly eased into the shockingly hot water. “Rulers and their preferences, apparently he likes his advisors and guests to smell as appetizing as his every meal. Very well Ehmyr, if this is all I need to depart, then I shall withstand this banal smell for a few days.”
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The scalding water ran over her small pale breasts as she took up the brush and scrubbed the road dust from her long, limber body. Her jet black hair was soaked with the herbal essences before it hung before her face. Swapping out the large,rough brush for a smaller softer one, she scrubbed between her legs as well and duly rubbed at the nub of her clit.
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“It would seem everything about this Baron is dull. If only you were here, Geralt.” Sighing deeply, she cursed the Witcher yet again for insisting that he pay for the lands around their new home in the countryside. “The man has his principles, I will give him that.” Whatever contract he had found had better be a good one, their plot of land was not terribly cheap. He may have to slay several monsters in fact…
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After she was fully satisfied with her work, and smelling of pork rub, Yen donned the crimson robe she had been given and again noted the knife and fork on the back. A sudden flurry of unease overcame her then and she quickly had the door sealed with a spell. Falling into the bed, she shrugged and found that, true to his word, both of her pillows had been fluffed.
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Hours passed by until the moon hung high inthe sky, giving the city of stone a menacing appearance as its tall pointed towers cast wicked shadows on the ground. It was a sight that many had grown accustomed to but for some, they were unlikely to see it. For in the stone palace, a Mahakam stone wall slowly rotated out in the middle of the night. From the shadows on the other side, came the hulking form of Baron Hakkon stepped forth.
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On the bed below him, Yennefer was sound asleep, comforted by her warding spell that rendered her door nigh-unbreakable. It was her mistake to not check the walls as well. Crouching down with surprising grace, the Baron tugged the crimson blanket down to reveal one of Yennefer’s pale breasts, slipped free from the robe she still wore.
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“You smell lovely now.” He growled out before reaching into a trouser pocket and withdrawing a purplish-brown chain. “But you need to look the part.” Deftly, he wrapped the Dimeritium choker around her supple neck and cinched it tight, finally yanking the Sorceress from her sleep and right into a nightmare. “Hello Witch! You miss me?”
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Yennefer’s instinctive lightning blast failed before she could raise up her arm, her mind instantly telling her that somewhere, there was Dimaritium to shorten her out. “Not hardly enough Baron.” She seethed before snapping up a leg to catch him in the balls. Unfortunately, the blanket dulled the blow and all she got for the effort was a stinging backhand to the face.
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"That's enough from you, Witch!" Cried out the baron as he grabbed the offending hand and pinned it to the bed." You're an offering from the Emperor, so be a good little whore and take it!"
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If the sorceress had been shocked from the unexpected reveal, she didn't have time to show it before something hard and heavy slap down upon her abdomen. Her violet eyes spared it a glance and her thin lips parted in shock as she laid eyes on the horse-like member that hung from Baron Hakkon's crotch! With her face still stinging from the brutal backhand, she was oddly powerless as her covers were thrown off and her thin legs were grabbed and roughly wrenched apart. With sickening slowness, the colossal member slid down her slim belly before the tip prodded her tight lips once. Then again.
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Yennefer had been raped several times during her long and storied life, but never by a member of this large or while bound in dimeridium. When the apple-sized tip finally split her cunt apart at the seams, she finally was able to produce a scream! "AAAHHHH!" Was the only sound that the Baron could understand as he wrapped both hands around her slim waist and shoved himself brutally inside, the tip of his fat cock already nestled inside her sleeve and running out of room.
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Yennefer’s eyes were wet with tears when she finally managed to look down enough to see that her slender belly was bulging out from the massive log of a penis inside it. The only thing she could compare the pain to was when she had been bored enough to try out her stuffed Unicorn’s member. Yet somehow, the Baron’s cock was even more painful. Painful, and ever increasing in its penetration. She could practically feel her womb stretching out inside her, the ligaments and muscles that held it in place threatening to tear from the savage assault.
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The Baron, if he knew or cared about the fresh hell of his "gift" wasn't about to show it. His massive hands wrapped around her slender waist until his long thumbs could touch each other. Squeezing hard enough to crack a rib, he playfully rubbed the bulge that the tip of mighty cock was making. Reaching forth, he callously grabbed for one of the sorceress's perky tits and rolled it around, his grin growing ever wider as he pinched the pale nipple. Giving it a hard squeeze, he felt the supple breast collapse slightly under his great strength. Shaking his head and silently thanking the Emperor for this greatest of gifts, he left the already bruised tit alone and moved up to stroke the choker that Yennefer wore at all times.
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"My last whore of a witch must have loved being choked, she never said a word in protest!" He said joyfully as he hammered another short length into her stretched cunt. That elven bitch was hardly a mage of course, but she had healed a boil on his ass so the crazed Baron, it qualified her as one. He quickly compared his dead cunt's quim to his current whore and was pleasantly surprised to declare the human the victor in that contest. "By the gods of rock and stone, you must have really enraged old Ehmyr if he was ready to give up this slit!" Baron Hakkon cried out as he threw yet another brutal thrust into her, finally hearing something tear inside of his plaything.
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Yennefer’s strained face went from red to slightly green as nausea overcame her. She wasn’t sure what exactly had ripped inside her but she suddenly had an overwhelming urge to retch. Locking eyes with the Baron, she chose that moment to offer her last bit of defiance and parted her lips, both coughing and puking up hot red blood all over the man’s fat face.
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A very thin, very weak smile came to her face as he suddenly looked down at her in shock. Her smile faded quickly when, instead of hopping off of her, he dragged a thick finger across his chin and sucked the digit with obvious relish. “Hmm, delectable. I can hardly wait now.” Where total revulsion had ruled Yennefer’s thoughts, she now had a sudden icy fear racing through her. It wasn’t until the fat man thrust back into her raw, bloody cunt that her trance was broken and she resumed her screaming.
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Leaning back, Hakkon grabbed her by her slim hips and smoothly dragged her back towards him, his great strength allowing him to use her long, limber body like a glorified sex toy, her shrieks of pain only serving to excite him. The sorceress felt yet another tendon snap within her as she was brutally impaled yet again, a dizzying sensation filling her when she finally felt the massive testicles slapping against her pert asscheeks. Huffing and trying to power through the Dimeritium to do so much as numb her agonized cunt, she again failed. All she could do at that moment was try and take her rape with all the grace she could muster.
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The lack of any sort of timing implement in the room made it impossible to tell how much longer Yennefer endured her unwanted suitor’s lusts. It was either a few more minutes or several hours. Eventually though, Baron Hakkon threw himself inside her fully one last time and let loose! Eight mighty spurt of thick white cum burst from his colossal cock and filled her cunt to the brim, so much so that the excess over-ran the loosened walls of her cunt and splashed back onto his heaving, trembling testicles. Huffing as if having won a great battle, Hakkon slipped his great member from her gaping pussy and slowly got to his huge feet, chuckling all the while.
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“By the gods, that was the best lay i’ve had in a long time. Get better, witch. You’ll be my personal plaything for the rest of your life.” Grunting with amusement, the Baron returned to the secret doorway and returned to his own quarters, chuckling all the while.
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Yennefer could no longer hold back the tears that ran down her pretty face. “God damnit.” She croaked as she lowered a small, delicate hand down to her ruined crotch and cried out as her gaped pussy lips were prodded. Had she been as she was a week ago, she would have attempted to fit her hand inside but just then, her ruined sex was so coated with hot, sticky semen that the revulsion kept her from doing so. Rolling onto her side, she scooted her trembling cheeks through the literal pool of semen before her feet touched the cold stone floor. Wrapping her robe tightly around herself, she slowly made her way towards the window and looked over the city. “I must get away from here. I’ll feed the bastard his own cock for this.”
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The Dimeritium clasped around her neck made it difficult to do anything magical but fortunately, her room had a small station for mixing potions. Either for her behalf or installed by a previous occupant, it made no difference. Soon enough, she had concocted a salve to coat her aching vagina with and did so with great care. It was not nearly as immediate as uttering a simple spell which would heal her fully in a matter of moments, but after a few moments she did not feel like death was at her door. A second mixture was a potion that numbed her body to some extent and a third was a potion that gave her strength to stand easily.
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“First, the fat bastard and second, Ehmyr himself. It's time to remind Nilfgaard that the North never forgets”
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It had taken another three hours and several more potions and salves but eventually, Yennefer felt that she was prepared as she could be with a collar of damned Dimeritium wrapped around her throat. The Baron still had the key somewhere but at that moment, she was in no condition to go rooting around for it. When she would get away, the first thing to find would be a file. The collar may be hardened metal but the lock was not.
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Her bare feet padded along the stone hallways, the magical lock she had installed having been defeated by simply breaking the physical lock with the heavy wooden chair in the room. As she crept along, Yennefer saw that the early rays of the sun were starting to creep through the windows and hurried her steps. She had taken far too long in applying her healing mixtures and now it was coming back to bite her squarely in the ass.
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In her brief time in his service, she had not yet learned what time Hakkon held court but by her reckoning, there was no way a fat slob like him would be awake early, especially with the savage rape he had inflicted upon her. So it was with no small surprise when she turned a corner and saw the back of her rapist heading away from her, the dwarven guards flanking him on either side. She was frozen in place just by seeing him, an uncharacteristic fear filling her. It was at that moment that she heard a sudden cry from behind her before her world exploded in a flash of pain and color, before all went dark.
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“Seems the witch couldn’t get enough of me! She wanted to see me for round two!” Hakkon was beyond Jubilant as he grabbed the unconscious Yennefer by her bloodied black hair and raised her sleeping face to his own. “Well, it's a little early but I see no reason to keep her waiting.” Nodding to the human guard that had spotted and incapacitated Yennefer via his mace, he sat on his lavish throne and watched hungrilly as the Sorceress’s robe was hastily tugged off.
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At once, her slowly recovering pussy was put on full display before the early morning court. Coated with the salves, her hole was still wide open from the Baron’s rape and the sight got a few chuckles from the half dozen men, dwarves and elfs in the room.
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The captain of Hakkon’s guard, a stiff, serious man with a wide black mustache, stepped forth at his lord’s beckoning. “Yes Baron? What do you require?” The man’s stiff speech was not overly welcome, especially to a man such as Hakkon who liked me people smug and happy.
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“I want you to make sure nothing goes wrong of course. Go to the kitchen and tell that ninnie there to get his knives sharp.” There was a small trickle of spittle rolling down his jowls as he spoke. “I want him ready to serve me my dinner tonight.” If the captain had any reservations, he knew better than to speak them aloud. Without a word, he snapped to attention, gave a crisp salute and marched away.
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“You, guard.” Said the Baron to the man who had knocked out the witch.” You put her to sleep, now I want you to wake her up.”
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Yennefer’s swift blast into a deep unconscious state was reversed just as quickly as a bucket of that same smelly, stinking meat scented water was dumped over her head. “Wh- wha- what the bloody hell!” She was laying on her back then, the crisply hewn stone cradling her bare back as her bright violet eyes swam towards total clarity. “Baron Hakkon! Have you fully lost your mind or did you exchange it for your throne?”
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The large man was simply smiling at her, his grotesque lips were seeming to spread from ear to ear. “My mind is my own in truth. My generosity however, is a resource that I do not give freely.” Standing, he hefted his great bulk and made his way to the laying and restrained sorceress, the thick leather belt wrapped around her slender waist quickly drawing her attention. “You sought to leave my humble manor without something as courteous as a goodbye or on my way. That was most rude of you, witch. Seems that teaching you some manners is in order.”
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Still half-groggy from the sharp blows to her head and having a bucket of the putrid water nearly drowning her, Yennefer had not noticed that her limbs were spread in all directions and were being held in place by the leering, grotesque members of the Baron’s entourage. Some manner of realization came to her then, when the sound of steel on leather came to her ears. Quickly, her head was lifted up to give her sight over her firm perky breasts, just in time to see the long, curved saber slashing down.

A sharp white fire of pain shot up her right leg before numbness took over, then the same thing happened to her left. Still being somewhat out of it, she could only form a theory on what had just happened to her, but she dismissed the thought as impossible. For shame, there was no way that she, Yennefer of Vengerberg, one time member of the lodge of sorceresses and advisor to the Emperor of Nilfgaard himself, could have been maimed so callously.
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The cold fact of the matter was laid bare though, when the guard with the saber lifted up the small, pale feet that had been sliced off of her calves.
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A sharp, unintelligible scream of pure anguish rolled forth from the sorceress’s mouth as she watched her delicate feet be tossed into a kettle over a raging fire in the mantleplace. She was still screaming when the barron nodded to the guard. The same numbing agony emanated from her right wrist, then from her left. It was only when her freshly severed hands joined her feet in the kettle that the hands holding her down released her and finally gave her the chance to curl her maimed, crippled body into a ball as she wept harder than she ever had in all her life.
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Some of the entourage made way as Barron Hakkon strode forth and grabbed Yennefer by her long hair, using it to rip her pained maw from her tear-soaked tits and present her to the boisterous and jeering crowd of oddities that he counted as friends.
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“As helpless as a lamb now!” Cried out an Elf that had been holding her left leg.
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“I’ve seen a wee hog bitch and moan less when I took its feet off for supper.” Grunted an unamused Dwarf.
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Hakkon raised his hand for silence. “Agreed, you won’t be so unlady-like to try anything without your precious little limbs, will you?” Not waiting for an answer, he pulled the key to the Dimeritium collar from her neck and opened the mass of metal, handing it to a free guard while Yennefer thrashed and flexed, as if doing all she could to try and launch any spell to kill the monster before her. All to no avail.
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“As I thought. Not a lady at all!” He cried out, turning around to a raucous chorus of laughter from his friends. He gave his trousers a sudden, sharp pull at that and when he turned around, his colossal member was suddenly in the open for all to see. All, including Yennefer.
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The sorceress scooted her pale body away from the Baron as fast as her mutilated limbs could take her, the smooth stone covered in her own blood helping her to some extent. But she was not nearly fast enough to be free from the Baron’s massive reach. With a sudden croak of anger, the frantically struggling woman was grabbed by her perky ass and dragged back to the edge of the table. Her crippled left leg was clamped down upon by Hakkon’s huge hand and wrenched upwards, the mage finding herself on her side with her free right leg hanging off the edge.
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“Let’s see here.” Hakkon said, almost inquisitive as he parted her legs even farther, the strain of the unready muscles showing as long stretches bulged out from her inner thighs. “Your cunt was good, but a man of pleasure never takes the same pleasure twice.” The mockery was suddenly clear in his voice, as if the savage Baron were taking on a new persona. For his plaything though, she found that her lips were quivering with terror as she tried and failed to prepare hersef for a second rape, the missing hands and feet almost being an afterthought until their absence sent a spasm of fresh hell rolling through her.
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The source of the burning in her bloody stumps was cruelly revealed as one of the Baron’s council, the bastard elf, was trickling salt onto the blunt ends of her arms. She didn’t have time to curse or berate the elf in whatever terse terms that came to mind, for just as the salt was trickling down, the Baron himself had hooked his fingers over her slim pelvis and had used some cooking oil to lube himself up. The oil was the only aid Yennefer received before the apple-sized dick tip wedged itself into her unready and incredibly tight asshole, the sudden ‘pop’ of her ring stretching out obscenely being the sound that came before the sharp and blood-curdling scream that bellowed from her thin lips.
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While her pussy was no stranger to large and often ravenous members, her rear was a far cry from taking anything more than the shaft of a lowly witcher like Geralt. And that was only after he had done something particularly noteworthy for her. To that end, each and every centimeter was a battle to shove up her ass but for the baron, it was a war he was content to wage all day on. The onlookers were elated each time they got to see their patron at work and this day was even better. It was rare enough to see a Sorceress in person but now, they were all practically throbbing in anticipation as one was screaming and crying as her thin rear was being pounded into a ruined, gaping hole.
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Reaching forth, Hakkon playfully shoved a sausage-like finger into her open mouth and twisted her head until it was facing upwards, giving it a light slap as her ruined mascara gave her a most indignant appearance, one that was made worse by the sight of the stump of her left arm rising up to shove his powerful arm away. Even as she lay in a pool of blood and spilled salt, her continued resistance, pitiful as it was, had Hakkon chuckling with amusement as he grabbed the maimed arm and pinned it on the table, the bloody stump landing directly on a pile of spilled salt.
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Yennefer’s screams had became horse as the anal rape had gone on, but the sudden white-hot flame in her severed wrist had made her tortured and stretched out asshole clamp down hard the second that the Baron had wedged himself inside her fully, his heavy balls resting on the table. The sudden clamping on his impaling member, now making her slender belly bulge out, had an unexpected consequence. Having had time to recover from his earlier rape of the witch, his member siezed up suddenly just as the egg-like testes pulsed.
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Yennefer had a sudden urge to wretch as she felt her stretched out guts be filled with 8 streaks of the warm, oily semen of her rapist as he threw his head back and cried out in pleasure. The gathered lackeys all let out a cheer as the Sorceress’s slender belly bulged suddenly, her guts being stuffed with an unusual amount of cum that was plugged up by the offending member. She could nearly taste the noxious cum in the back of her throat by the time the huge man gasped and withdrew, taking some time to drag himself fully from the fist-sized hole that had once been her tight rectum. When the tip broke contact though, all of the milky semen that had been capped burst and sprayed out, the pearly seed landing back on the Baron’s thick thighs as he and the others had a good laugh.
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There she lay, breathing heavily for a moment. Legs atop each other as she was turned, her back atop the table and her head turned to face the ceiling. It was then that the bastard elf circled around her. Sliding a long fingered and elegant hand into the destroyed asshole of the woman, the elf was giggling with excitement. Yennefer, for the short moments of lucidity she had, was oddly confused by his boyish chuckling. It took a moment for ehr violet eyes to focus on his hand, or rather, his third hand. It finally dawned on her that the whoreson had just fisting her with her own severed hand!
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“Well lads, I doubt you can get anything out of her now but go ahead. Hugo needs some time to get the oven going as it is!” The baron was already seated then, his massive member still out and exposed as his lackeys circled around the fallen Sorceress and began to have some fun of their own.
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Back in the kitchen, the chef Hugo was humming as he listened intently to the screams of his master's latest prey. The spit in his hands was finally getting shard as he ran a file over the point. If that damned Dwarf woman hadn't had such thick bones, it wouldn’t have gotten so dull when he had impaled her upon it. Turning his head, he smiled at the large Mastiff in its bed, still gnawing on the Dwarf Woman’s bloody femur. Her head had not been nearly pretty enough to be mounted, not like the two elves and human woman that still looked down at him from above the oven, but she had been tasty enough for the few that had been offered her. Running a finger over the point, he at last nodded in approval at the lethal point and gathered up the matching steel forks that the spit would rest upon.
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What the chef saw when he entered the throne room was nothing short of miraculous. For before him was the witch herself. Down on all fours with three dwarfs somehow managing to fuck her ass at the same time, her severed heads wrapped around two other cocks. The elf lord that had handed over the two elves that had been so well received had taken a different approach though. For in his hands were both of the witch’s severed feet and both were being slid along his stiff dick. Content to wait until the festivities were over, he set the spit and forks against the wall.
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Yennefer’s devastated body had been helpless against her rapist’s clutches as she was grabbed and dragged from the table. Much to the lackey’s dismay, and her own relvused relief, her cunt and ass were far too loose to be fucked by any of the leering men around her. That was until the Dwarves had come up with the idea of stuffing her ruined holed with multiple cocks at the same time. When that idea was hatched, it was all over. Her rape began anew, three large members sliding up her torn, bloody and cum-lubed rectum with laughable ease. Those not yet able to ravish her in this new method jerked off energetically, some spraying her tortured form with yet more cum that soon gave her a pasty appearence.
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But the rapists and the jerks had not the stamina of their master and soon enough, she felt her ripped up rectum being pasted with three times the seed that she was expecting. The first set of dwarves were changed out for a second, and then a third. When that group was content with her gaping, sloppy rear, she was finally allowed the chance to rest. Laying on her side, her entire world was nothing but pain, shame and revulsion. So distraught was she that she barely paid attention to Hakkon nodding and the humans grabbing her and setting her up on her maimed limbs. Nor did she even feel the long, sharp steel spit sliding up her crater of an asshole. Not until it easily pierced her diaphragm and then, her lungs.
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“Well ain’t that a beautiful job. You’ve got a gift Hugo.” Said Hakkon as he admired the spit. The final set of dwarves and the others that were using her severed heads and feet were finally finishing up, few of them even bothering to grab their cocks and try for another erection. “I think she’s about ready, what do you say?” When Hugo simply shrugged, he playfully tossed the heavy spit back with enough force to make the chef stumble from the weight. “You, I hope your blade is sharp.” He said to the human guard that had been responsible for finding the witch.
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Yennefer’s face had been exhausted when the guards had righted her as best they could, her long black hair hanging from her head in a long, cum-pasted sheet. When Hugo set up the spit in its fork and slid into the ruined hole of her rectum, she barely seemed to notice. It wasn’t until the lethal point prodded the thick tendon that kept her organs in place that a spark of life was shown. That spark was all the Baron needed. For, as if hit by lightning, Yennefer’s head shot up, her violet eyes wide with sudden shock as a spurt of blood burst from her open mouth. Her eyebrows raised with shock, lips parted as her rich red blood ran down them, its was an expression of total, unexpected terror. And thus, it was exactly what the Baron was after.
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The guard, sword drawn and shoulders hunched, saw the motion from the lecherous Hakkon and gritted his teeth. If he didn’t get this right, it would be his ass being split open by the savages. Raising up his freshly sharpened Gnomish Gwyhyr, he aimed the cut at the nape of the tormented Sorceress’s neck just as the chef reached up to pull her hair out of the way. Seeing his point of aim, the guard took a step forwards and swung down, the edge of his sword hitting Yennefer on the back of her neck and cutting through the spine, arteries, muscle and finally skin with a single stroke. The head seemed to fly as it rolled off of her neck stump, clearly shoved ahead by the bloody point of the spit bursting from the opened esophagus. All got a good look as it rolled along the floor and came to a sudden stop as Hakkon rested his foot atop it, pinning it in place just as Hugo’s spit did its job.
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Reaching down, the baron lifted up the severed head by its cum-matted hair and gleefully showed it to his lackeys, all of them smirking or cheering as the terrified expression on Yennefer’s face refused to fade. The cheers got even louder as he handing off the head to the executioner with the order to be the first to fuck her welcoming mouth.
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Hugo didn’t stay to watch. Already, he was carrying the carcass to his kitchen where two dwarven assistants were keeping the oven warm. Skillfully, he drew out his thick bladed butcher knife and sliced open the slender belly, opening it and pulling out ropes of the ripped, torn and bloody guts. Tossing them into a bucket for later, he carved open the pierced diaphragm and removed her organs as well, saving the heart and liver for himself and the Baron respectively. All the others, the bloody viscera and less useful bits, went to the hungry Mastiff on its bed. Stuffing the open cavity with onions, carrots, apples, beets, celery and assorted spices, he swiftly sewed it up before binding the stumps of her salted arms and legs to the spit. An hour later, he had her headless, handless and footless body in the oven and was rotating it on the spit.
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It was evening by the time that the carcass was done. In that time, the Baron and his cronies had managed to part with Yennefer’s severed head for long enough that his own mage, a strange man from Ofir, was able to use his magic to both clean and preserve it. Her final expression of pure terror forever being frozen on her face.
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Both Head and body arrived at the same time to the full hall, such a grand event deeming it necessary that Hakkon call forth all of his vessels and friends to join him. Her corpse was skillfully carved, some other parts of her already having been ground and stuffed into the casings that had once been her own entrails. But it was her head making the rounds that many were enjoying.
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The lips that had sucked many a cock in life were now servicing that many and more now in death. Her terrified face,freshly cleaned and make-up reapplied a few hours before, was already pasted with fresh loads only an hour after it had been presented on a silk pillow. Any and all that could get their hands on the exceptional sex toy did so with glee, many standing on the tables laden with food and drink to fuck the dead face where all could see. A few even went a step farther and spun the head around, thrusting up into the widened hole of her throat! It was a great joke whenever Yennefer’s open lips would suddenly vomit out a few strands of semen as her rapist came, most of the streaks landing in food.
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The large mastiff, liberated from the kitchen, prowled the floors of the stone dining hall, snapping up scraps of Mage meat from the floor until an arm bone was tossed to it, that act getting a few chuckle as it snapped the bone in half and lapped up the marrow inside.
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Of all the jovial faces though, none were having a greater time than Hakkon and Hugo, both quite drunk and dining upon the heart and liver of the Sorceress. Hugo had cut into his own meal while having an elven serving wench pleasure him with Yennfer’s cum-dripping head. Hakkon would not partake in defiling his trophy though, for even drunk as he was, he knew that he would destroy his prize if he tried. To that end, he was more than happy with watching an artist work as the male elf painted the great feast happening in the great stone hall.
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A month later
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Emperor Emhyr Emereis was deep in thought. Before him were a set of twins, the Var Attre daughters. Both were nude and were dancing before him. It was a ploy of course, his Ambassador was eager to maintain his station in Novigrad and stunts like this were not nearly enough to work. He pondered on how Henry Var Attre would respond to seeing his twin daughter’s headless bodies dangling by their ankles in Novigrad but dismissed the thought. It would not do to anger the man who was already eager to appease him, so he simply let the twins try and entertain him.
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His chamberlain chose that moment to enter, ignoring the lovely ladies entirely and presented an elaborate scroll to the white flame. Taking it with a curt nod, Emhyr opened it and cocked an eye. For atop the barely legible script, there was a masterful illustration of Yennefer’s severed head sitting upon a post, pure terror on her dead face along with heavy streaks of what had to be semen. Looking past the macabre drawing, he read.
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“My Dearest Emperor,
I must thank you for this greatest of gifts. She was something else, let me tell you, ain’t never had nothing as good as witch cunt or ass. The lads had a helluva time wither too, they already be asking for another one but I can try and keep them satiated with them Elf cunts.
Forever in your service
Baron Hakkon of Mahakam”
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Shaking his head at the excessively crude and belittling words of the Mountain of Mahakam, he handed the scroll off to his Chamberlain and quietly told him to arrange for an artist to copy the illustration and enlarge it so he could hang the image in his private chambers. Finally returning his attention to the Var Attre daughters, his mind once again drifted to how a matching set of heads would look like on the posts of his majestic bed.
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“Fine. I’ll take 120 crowns.” Said Geralt of Rivia as he dropped off the Fleder trophy to the poor farmer who had commissioned him.
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“And I’s told yous, Master Witcher, them Black Ones came ‘n made off wit the harvest. No harvest, meanin no coin ta pay yous.” The filthy man’s tone was that of a school teacher explaining something to a child.
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Geralt nearly laid the man out where he stood, the damned beggar had been asking for it ever since he had seen that the danger to his village had passed. Rolling his shoulders, he was about to raise a fist to knock the man out when he heard a cry from behind him.
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“Hear me good folk! The Monster of Mahakam has done the realm a great service!” Geralt, after giving the peasant a dirty look that said they weren’t done, turned to the crier. “The traitor of Venergerberg has been slain! I say again, Yennefer of Vengerberg is no more! No longer will witches and clever folk ruin our lives! The Eternal Fire has blessed us with its warmth once again!” Geralt was shoving his way through the crowd then, shocking everyone by grabbing the young man by his collar and yanking him close.
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“What do you mean she’s no more!” He growled, menace dripping from him as he shook the youth.
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The crier, either recovering from the shock or recognizing the famed white wolf, swallowed sharply. “I… err…. The uh… She tried to assassinate Baron Hakkon, one of his men cut her down.”
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Geralt’s face was full of rage and fury, the common belief that Witchers had no emotion being proved incorrect at that moment. Looking down, he grabbed the parchment in the youth’s hand and unrolled it, reading the notice entirely. When he got to the bottom though, the Witcher fell to his knees and gawked. Below the words was the same illustration that had been given to the Emperor, a drawing that could only be made from seeing the sight directly. He was still gawking at the image of his lover’s mounted head when a rock suddenly hit him in the head.
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“Yeah! You’re next freak! Death to all non-humans and cunts!” It was the same peasant that had hired him to kill the vampire. And now, he was rallying others to throw rocks and berate the Witcher. Geralt barely noticed. He just knelt there, looking at Yennefer’s fate for a long moment. A single tear falling down his face.
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While Geralt was being pelted and mocked by peasants, one of Ehmyr’s advisors was making his way through the lavish palace of Baron Hakkon. “Yes indeed, I’m sure it was very heroic, the way that brave guard charged the Sorceress to protect his lord.” The hint of mockery was lost on the thick-witted Dwarf that guided the tanned human through the palace.
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“It truly was. He had this special armor see, treated with magic. The witch tried to blast him with lightning but it didn’t work! She was shocked as shite until he chopped her head off.” Turning to a door, the dwarf reached into his pocket and produced a key. “So, er, remind me why old Ehmerys needs proof?”
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The human grinned. “The white flame dancing on the graves of his foes would be most displeased to hear you speak of him as such.” Watching the door open, he stepped through. “But I won’t tell him if you forget I was here.” Reaching out, the man touched the Dwarf on his helmet and waited for the sudden blubbering of confusion to start. Clapping swiftly, he watched as a torch’s burning flame was caught in place. Stepping forth, the human came face to face with the most impressive trophy of all of Hakkon’s collection. “Hello, Yennefer of Vengerberg.” Said Gaunter O’Dimm.
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Reaching forth, he grabbed the severed head by its messy hair and tugged it free from its peg, the dried semen in her neck almost like glue. Running a thumb over her terrified face, he smiled down at her. “I think it went well, all things considered. Now, I know a better place for you than here. Come along now.” Opening his large satchel, the otherworldly figure stuffed the head into his bag and swiftly departed, allowing time to resume only a moment before he did so.