The Lost Storm

Chapter 31 - Witnesses

Hadassah made her way through the Teakwood forest as if she knew her way. Isadora remembered why she was scared when the mare perked her ears, she was half Arabian and courageous was in her name, the mare thrived at anything being thrown at her. 

As they ducked through vines and the evergrowing trees, Isa still hears the maniacal laughs of Richard from behind her. But, as the laughs got more hysterical, her mare seemed to find a new speed. And this spurred his anger even more as he started hurl insults from his seat.

"I WILL get to you little Princess. I am going to have a piece of you."

"How are you riding with your cock fractured imbecile", retorted Isa back. 

She squeezed her thighs again and the mare pulled from them at an alarming speed. She had to find a hiding spot quickly and get her hands on him before he got his on her. While her mare grew the distance, she found a little clearing thick with vines and a rock that looked perfect to jump off of. She grabbed the reins and led the mare towards it and as they were about to round the corner past the rock, she jumped off her mare giving her quiet instruction.

"Hide", she whispered, knowing full well her mare knew what she said. Isadora had trained her herself after much berating from her father that many people would find her valuable. 

She took her dagger in her hands and quickly climbed up the rock and laid low waiting for the drunken bastard to ride by. The hooves of his horse could be heard with the same laugh, when he passed, he stopped as if he knew she was near. Little did he know that she was watching him, biding her time, and she noticed that his saddle was crimson from the blood pouring from his penis and dripping from his shoulder. 

Isadora grabbed her dagger tight, slowly crept up the rock, and jumped on him and the horse.  Where she meant to aim, she didn't know but upon tackling him, she took all of them down. The horse neighed loudly as he was taken down to his side, he got up fast as Isadora clung to the neck of drunk Richard, with her other hand she pressed the dagger to his neck but not enough to puncture. The horse started to gallop with Richard's leg still on the stirrup, both struggled as Isadora clung to him, pressing on his airway, and he tried to land punches on her, all while the horse dragged them. Hadassah came and stopped the horse making both of them rear up. As the other horse reared, it finally loosened the stirrup on Richard's leg.

Now Isa tried to cut his airway by pressing both arms on his neck, almost in a lock all the while trying to bring her blade closer. He managed to get his hands on her tunic, and somehow he flung her all the way from the back to his front.

UUMFF!

She landed with a hard grunt, but stood quickly enough to grab her dagger and get in a fighting stance. Noticing that he was hunched over probably from the cock injury, she ran to tackle him again—

SMACK!!

Before she could reach him, Richard backhanded her so hard that she flew back in shock. Her ears were ringing as she struggled to get up. Richard was saying something, but she could not make out what he was saying and as she got up she was tackled by him this time. 

"GAAAAAAHHH! You stupid fuck! Get off mmmmeeeeeee!" Now her anger snapped and she was seeing red. His face was surrounded by the color and it was sweaty, dirty, and he had spots of what looked like blood. 

...the blood of the lady innkeeper.

It brought tears to her eyes, now she was pissed. She pushed on his chest with all her might, and-

CLACK!

Isa landed a punch on the jaw and it clacked his teeth together where he stumbled back.

"Bitch. You will pay fer that!"

"I did the world a service by breaking your cock. Although now that I think about it," she dusted her riding pants nonchalantly, "I should have just castrated you on the table. Would have been easier, don't you think?"

"I will make you eat yer words, whore."

She laughed, losing all sense of respect and the full pang of her peace breaching her again. 

"Only one person in this world could make me the whore I really want to be, and he might as well be as good as dead," for some reason it felt good to say that.

"Then you can join him once I'm done with ye," he laughed again, this time coming at her, slightly limping.

 "Not if I have a say so, drunken bitch", she hissed and charged at him.

This time she underestimated his entire size and body, as he grabbed her by the neck and chokeslammed her. When she hit the ground, her body slacked with the force of the ground—

Fuck....that hurt.

It was hard for her to catch her breath back, but once she did it was too late, as Richard's body straddled her and his hand on her neck only grew tighter. Her gasp for air was now limited as she focused on his hands touching and groping her breasts.

"I cannot guarantee that this will not hurt", his hot breath now close as he pecked her cheek. The stench of ale was all she could smell and now felt like it was choking her too. 

What an idiot. My legs still work.

Isadora managed to kick him in the groin and he wailed like a baby, ending up on the ground covering his nether regions. She choked, coughed, and grabbed her neck soothing the pain as she got up to her knees to make a run for it, but Richard got to her first kicking her in the side. NOW it was really hard to breathe. 

"Who knew that a little Princess would have so much difficulty staying on her back", his snide remark made her look at him in anger again. 

She could feel her anger boiling again....

I am going to have to kill this bastard. Oh well.

Isa eyed her dagger but as she tried to launch herself to it, Richard, again, beat her to it.

SMACK!

He smacked her again, her ears were ringing and, at this point, she could not get up. She felt Richard behind her starting to take off her hooded cape and stroke her butt. The sudden urge to hurl was all she could think of.

No. Not like this. Oh Gods. My people.

He turned her to her back reaching again for her breasts and separating her legs with his knees. Isa could barely breathe, her head was spinning, and she willed her vision to work, but the stupid thing wouldn't budge. His hand went to grab for her crotch—

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"

She screamed her frustration and pushed him as hard as she could but it only made him sit straight back up, cover his ears, and grab his shoulder from the push. He went to grab for her again, but he stilled on her....

SHWWHHHHH!!!

"AGH...AGH...AGH......," next thing she knew he was gargling his own blood at the mouth.  A pointy end stuck from his abdomen and quickly...

QUELSH!

came out of him. She pushed him off with whatever strength was left in her and....a grey unicorn stood a few feet from them. With a bloody horn.