Hero of Darkness: Shadows Over Holgard [Chapter Eight]

Hello there and welcome to the eighth chapter of the series! Firstly, I want to put a **DISCLAIMER** here because this has a [Rape Scene] and [Gruesome Castration Scene] that I haven't really done before. So, if you're squeamish, maybe skip Neimi's scenes in this one.

I hope you're still enjoying and I also hope you don't mind the smaller chapters as of late. This is due to a couple of things, such as issues with Reddit's character limit which perpetually caused me problems in the past, but mostly it's going to allow me to deliver more chapters and, hopefully, an ultimately better product in the long run. So, without further ado, please enjoy the show!

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Hours passed slowly as Colm, Neimi and Yvette sat alone in separated cells. On the way here, they were forced to walk in single file, as they moved through the compound. Guards constantly patrolled nearby, keeping an eye out for any signs of trouble. Now they sat alone in silence aside from the occasional sigh or huff of annoyance. Neimi spoke up first.

"So, when are we going to set in motion this amazing plan you had where getting captured was the best thing to do?" She joked, trying to lighten the mood.

"Oh yeah," Colm smiled sadly. "That brilliant scheme."

Yvette chuckled nervously. "Sorry, Colm. This whole situation sucks. At least I've got some good company though, huh?"

"Thanks," Colm answered, nodding in agreement. He sighed aloud, mulling over the fact his plan wasn't going quite the way he had expected. His initial thought was that the Ebony Claw leaders would brazenly meet them face-to-face after being captured, however they just threw them into holding cells and left them to rot. The group had already been sitting in these musty cellars for an hour or so, not a single guard has yet to come by. Colm started to think he had walked his friends right into a trap.

Suddenly, the door opened abruptly, causing Colm and Yvette to jump in surprise. A large figure entered the room, blocking out most of the light as he did so. When Colm saw who it was, his heart sank; this person was far more intimidating than anyone else present. The man wore heavy armor adorned with spikes and studs, giving him a menacing appearance. His helmet covered his face completely, save for two holes for his eyes. Even under the dim lighting, Colm recognized him immediately: the Ebony Claw's famous executioner, The Black Kaiser, Zelgius.

The man strode confidently across the room towards them until he was standing directly in front of Yvette's cell. He removed his helm revealing a bald head, clean shaven except for a handlebar moustache of black hair hanging down over his upper lip. Despite how intimidating he appeared, Colm couldn't help but notice that the Commander bore a striking resemblance to the Archdemon, Lothric. Though Colm had never seen Lothric in person, there were numerous historical depictions of the Archdemon. There was something familiar about the way he carried himself, even if he didn't look exactly like the Archdemon.

"Ahh," he exclaimed, noticing Yvette staring at him curiously. "The Matriarch will see you."

"What does the Matriarch want with Yvette," Colm inquired, pressing himself against his cell door to look at Yvette, as if to tell her things would be okay.

Zelgius nodded respectfully to Yvette, ignoring Colm. "Pleasure to meet you, m'lady," he greeted warmly.

"Likewise." She replied politely, smiling shyly at the imposing figure. She was so nervous it felt like simply being near the man was crushing her with his presence.

"As I am sure you are aware, I am Zelgius, the Right Arm of the Ebony Claw," Zelgius explained, gesturing to the insignia on his chest plate. "And you must be Yvette, the infamous assassin prodigy who fled from home in search of," Zelgius turned to acknowledge Colm for the first time, his voice dripping with venom, "him." He spat out the last word, pointing accusingly at Colm.

"Aww, don't be like that, big guy. I'm sure she would've went to you for help, if you're didn't overcompensate so much with that big ol' mace you got there." Colm chirped, smirking to himself as he teased and taunted Zelgius.

Just as Colm was getting a good chuckle in, Zelgius' fist closed around Colm's throat, lifting him off the cell floor. Colm blinked and choked, thinking to himself: how did he move so fast? The large, imposing man's arm didn't fit between the bars of the cell naturally, the bulging muscle forced the iron to warp around to accommodate his beefy biceps. Zelgius' voice was calm, collected as he berated Colm. "Go ahead, rogue. Have your fun, make your jokes. You'll have your last soon enough." With that, a forceful blast of Shadow slammed from Zelgius' palm and sent Colm flying back into the far wall of his cell. He slumped barely conscious on the ground, blood leaking from the side of his mouth.

Yvette gasped and slammed her hands against her own cell door, "No! Colm!" she screamed, "Leave him alone! You came for me, so take me and leave him be!"

Zelgius ignored her pleas, instead focusing his attention on Colm who coughed violently and tried desperately to breathe. He could taste blood in his mouth, and his vision swam in and out of focus.

Finally, he managed to gasp for breath once more, "Gahhh... What's wrong with my throat..." he groaned painfully.

"I wouldn't worry too much about it," Zelgius sneered. "It won't kill you. Quickly, anyway." He paused momentarily, letting that sink in. "I wouldn't want you to die without making you suffer." The man turned away from Colm's limp form, returning to Yvette and gesturing for her to follow him as he opened her cell door and clasped her in chains. "Come now, m'lady."

He led her out of the room and into the hallway beyond, which was lined with other cells. As she followed him, she glanced back at Colm one final time before he collapsed unconscious onto the stone floor. Her heart broke seeing him lying helplessly on the ground, unable to defend himself from such an evil monster. She whispered under her breath, "Colm, I'm so sorry." She knew he couldn't hear her, but she wanted to say those words anyway.

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After a few agonizingly silent minutes of walking, they finally arrived at the main building. They ascended several flights of stairs until they reached the top level. From what little information she gleaned during their journey, Yvette assumed this was the headquarters of the Ebony Claw. In truth, it was nothing more than a glorified dungeon. The only difference between their current location and the dungeons beneath Castle Durgven was the lack of windows and natural sunlight. Instead, the ceiling glowed with a dull orange glow emanating from torches lining every inch of the walls. The air smelled faintly of smoke and sulfur, mixed with traces of rotten eggs and stale sweat.

They continued ascending further until they approached a large wooden double door guarded by two massive warriors wearing full plate armor. One stood tall and proud as if guarding this door was his life's dream. Each held a three-foot metal shield in one hand, while the other held a battle axe in hand. The other man leaned slightly forward with a stern expression plastered across his face, not that they could see it. Their faces were hidden behind thick helmets fashioned of iron plates, obscuring their features entirely. Each warrior wore a crimson tabard emblazoned with the symbol of the Ebony Claw Syndicate. Both men stared down at Yvette, then turned to salute Zelgius whose cold eyes waited for orders to enter.

"Let them in," a feminine voice called out from the other side of the door, breaking the tense silence.

Without hesitation, both guards turned to push open the doors and stepped inside first, followed by Zelgius and Yvette. Once they cleared the threshold, the doors swung shut behind them, locking securely into place.

There was no sound within the room as all eyes focused on Yvette. She looked around, wondering why she was brought here. Was this supposed to be the Matriarch's office? Why would the Matriarch want to speak with her? Yvette was just a young, rookie assassin. She had no idea what to expect. She took note of the many armed guards surrounding her. These people weren't normal mercenaries or soldiers. They were heavily armored knights, each carrying weapons that seemed to be made from a rare dark steel which gave all their armaments a piercing black sheen. Not to mention Zelgius, the Executioner, who had beaten Colm senseless with ease. It was clear they were dangerous individuals.

She shifted uncomfortably in her chains, looking up at the towering knight standing next to her. Zelgius was easily six-and-a-half feet tall, broad shouldered and muscular. There was a massive mace across his back. His arms rippled with muscles as he gripped his sword tightly. He had removed his helmet, which has kept his face was obscured by his helmet, save for the eye holes. Thick eyebrows framed deep set brown eyes, giving him a sinister appearance. He reminded her of the Archdemon, Lothric.

The woman spoke again, addressing Yvette with a sort of serenity. She made a quick gesture in the air and Yvette's chains clattered to the floor. "Step forward, let me get a good look at you, girl."

Yvette complied quickly and rubbed her wrists where the clamps had rubbed against her skin a bit too harshly. She stepped forward, pulling her hair back and away from her face, allowing her white-blond hair to fall freely down her backside.

"So, you're the infamous Yvette?" The woman asked, studying her intently through narrowed eyes. "You certainly are small for an assassin."

"Thank you," Yvette said politely, trying to hide her embarrassment.

"Don't thank me yet," the woman warned, taking a step closer to Yvette. "We still haven't decided whether we'll accept you into our organization."

"Why not?" Yvette questioned, confused by the comment.

"Because you aren't very impressive," the woman stated bluntly. "You couldn't even best Colm. I understand that you not only failed to kill him but, joined his ranks instead? Surely you didn't think that would go unnoticed."

Yvette frowned, "I didn't join him willingly. He tricked me, kidnapped me—"

"Kidnapped? That's hardly the case," the woman interrupted, her voice showing signs of annoyance. "You conspired with him and betrayed us all. We know everything. Your entire plan was foiled because of him."

Yvette furrowed her brows, "How do you-"

"Do you really believe you can fool me, girl?" The woman demanded, stepping close to Yvette, forcing her to back up a pace or risk bumping into the wall behind her. "Did you truly think I wouldn't notice when you suddenly showed up with the boy? Did you honestly think I wouldn't find out about your betrayal after you murdered one of my agents? Do you have any idea how hard it is to keep secrets among so many people? Especially with someone as skilled at subterfuge as yourself, we must be even more cunning."

Yvette scoffed, "That's ridiculous."

The woman shook her head, "Not at all. This is exactly why we can never trust outsiders. They always bring trouble. You weren't brought up with our values, you were trained by Holgard and their ilk. If you hadn't been born with such powerful magic, we might've killed you ourselves"

Yvette crossed her arms, "Well, I suppose you'll need someone else to replace me." She smiled bitterly.

The Matriarch nodded slowly, "Consider yourself lucky. Most people end up dead when they cross us. The only reason you're even still breathing is because you did do one thing right; you brought Colm to us. That, and well, because of your bloodline." As the Matriarch spoke those words, she reached her hand up to pull down the hooded cloak she wore to reveal brilliant blue eyes and hair that glimmered like bright moonlight. A beautiful smile spread across her lips.

Yvette gasped, the beating of her heart thundered in her ears. Speechless, Yvette could only utter her disbelief in silence as tears welled up alongside a flurry of emotions. The young assassin couldn't believe her eyes, the visage of the woman before her much like that of a mirror.

The woman chuckled lightly as she pulled her ripped . "Don't cry, dear. Mommy is right here."

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Shortly after Yvette had left, Neimi began struggling against her makeshift prison. To ensure that Neimi couldn't just fly through the bars, the guards had fashioned a heavy ball and chain to her ankle. They had to crudely modify it on the fly, as fairy containment options were a rarity, even for a powerful shadow organization like the Ebony Claw. Neimi looked to Colm across the way, his body still slumped against the wall of his own prison cell. "If only I could get this damn ball and chain off!" Neimi grunted as she bashed the crude clasp that had been fastened to her ankle against the stone once again. "If this thing had balls, I'd kick them off!"

Her frustration grew as she realized there was no easy solution to removing the contraption. Even if she somehow freed herself, she would probably be recaptured immediately. After a few moments of futile effort, she stopped banging the ball against the wall and sat down, staring dejectedly at Colm's motionless figure. "What am I doing here? Why do I even try? All I do is fly around and get in the way." She sighed deeply, feeling hopelessness wash over her. "This isn't fair! None of this is fair." She threw her hands up in despair.

Neimi had been so lost in her thoughts she didn't notice the sounds of footsteps echo throughout the hallway of the dungeon. Two sets of boots came with a sudden knock upon her door. Startled, Neimi jumped up, startled by the noise. She glared angrily at the guard standing outside her cell door. She wasn't sure how long she had been sitting there contemplating her situation. She had no clue what was going on anymore. The guards voice called out to her, "Step away from the door. You've got a visitor."

A second guard entered the room behind the first, holding a key ring in hand. Neimi scowled, annoyed by the intrusion. Her anger was short lived however, as soon as she saw what the guard held in his hand. "Food?!"

The guard smirked, "Yup. I've got some nice warm food for you but, uh... You've got to earn it. Heh heh."

Neimi looked back at the tray of food, the warmth evident by a faint steam trail coming off what she could only assume was potatoes. Her gaze narrowed as she glared at the guard's intent for her to 'earn' her meal. Her arms folded underneath her plump, ample bosom. "And how exactly am I supposed to do that?"

He grinned like he was a kid being given the keys to the candy store. "Well, I was thinking," he stammered through his goofy grin, setting the tray off to the side and stepping toward her with intent. His hands roughly brushing around her backside, pulling her tiny form toward his groin. "I've never gotten to fuck a fairy before."

Neimi froze momentarily in shock. Then she laughed nervously, covering her mouth with her hands as she tried desperately not to laugh aloud. She couldn't believe her rotten luck. Just as she was feeling hopeless, some grungy prick comes in here and wants to defile her with his filthy cock. The guard continued grinning, clearly enjoying himself immensely. He moved his hands around her waist, groping her fleshy rear. "Come on, little girl," he cooed, squeezing her ass firmly between his fingers. "It won't hurt you. Just relax..."

He let one of his hands slide up fondle her breasts, kneading them gently. Neimi flinched slightly under his touch, unsure of what to do. She felt something stir within her stomach, likely bile from her desire to vomit, her cheeks growing hot with rage beneath her pale skin. She wanted to protest, scream, anything to stop this horrible violation. But she knew better than anyone, resistance would accomplish nothing. So instead, she simply stood silent and waited for whatever fate awaited her.

The guard leaned forward, kissing her neck softly and whispering in her ear, "Just give me a taste. Let me see what kind of pussy you have. Maybe then I'll let you eat a nice, hot meal. I've got a big sausage for you." He nuzzled her cheek, trailing kisses along her jaw line. His other hand slid down to grasp her hip, guiding her towards his crotch.

Neimi's breath caught in her throat as she stared at the bulge tenting his trousers. It was obvious that the man was aroused by her presence. She shuddered, wondering what would happen if she refused him outright. Would he force her to comply anyway? Or worse, would he beat her senseless until she gave in? Either way, she doubted she would survive the experience unscathed. And besides, she reasoned, what choice did she have? There was nowhere else for her to run. No escape route remained open to her.

She swallowed thickly, steeling herself for the inevitable. With her free hand she reached up and grasped the front of the guard's shirt, pulling him into her embrace. She kissed his lips tenderly, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. For a brief moment, she heard the sound of someone's throat clearing echo through the dungeon. She stopped and looked over the guard's shoulder to see the other guard still standing there, watching. Inwardly, Neimi cursed herself for allowing herself to get caught in such a predicament. She thought that if she complied for a quick moment, she could do the deed and get this all behind her; now look where it had led her.

As the guard pressed his hips against hers, Neimi pushed back, rubbing herself against him suggestively. The guard groaned and grabbed hold of her waist, pushing her up against the cold stone wall. The other guard who watched spoke up to his ally, "I thought we were going to take turns with her?"

His partner growled, "Wait your fucking turn and keep watch!"

Neimi closed her eyes tightly as the guard began unbuttoning his pants and stepped closer to her; reaching out to grab her face with both hands, pulling her close enough that he could press his tongue against her lips. She parted them willingly, letting him inside. She moaned quietly into his mouth as his rough, calloused lips brushed against her own. She tasted stale beer, sweat and dirt on his breath as she ran her hands up over his chest, grabbing handfuls of coarse black hair.

The other guard was beginning to get impatient and jealous, especially after seeing how easily she had succumbed to the guard's advances. He cursed and began undoing his pants too, his stiff cock bouncing free as he bumbled over to them. "You're too soft on her. Watch me, I'll show you how it's done."

The first guard shouted in protest as the other pushed him aside. The fresh guard was bold and direct, his brown hairy cockbush aimed right toward Neimi as he shoved his average member between Neimi's slightly parted lips. The force was enough to make her gag, which the guard took as a compliment of his length, but the taste was the worst and her eyes brimmed with tears as she choked. Her anger was brimming and she had had about enough of this. This was disgusting, vile, and wrong. If she hadn't been trapped in such an awful situation, she wouldn't have hesitated to castrate these idiots for even sniffing in her direction. Suddenly, she bit down hard onto the offending appendage, drawing blood.

"ARGH! OH FUCK NO! NO!" the new guard exclaimed, surprised by her reaction.

Neimi clamped her jaw shut harder, the enamel of her teeth connecting as she split the man from his length. He screamed wildly, his speech intelligible as he fell back in horror, watching her spit out the bloodied length of his offensive cock, glaring at him with pure hatred burning in her eyes. Her eyes fell to his cockless crotch, a gross hairy bag of balls dangling between his flailing legs. "First the meat, now the potatoes," she spat with a wicked grin as she floated toward his balls with intent.

With a swift movement, she gripped the sack in her palm, squeezing it tight while simultaneously pinching the base of each testicle. As she squeezed tighter, she began twisting her grip, stretching the sac outward. The pain was excruciating for the man as he cried out loudly, clutching at his groin with both hands. She punched the tightly wound nut bag, the meat of his pain nuggets packed into the bottom of his scrotum with nowhere to go as her knuckles slammed into them repeatedly. The man squealed like a pig being boiled alive. Neimi's head turned as she heard the bumbling of the other guard, who had struggled with his pants around his waist and the horrible scene laid out before him. "Sorry, but I don't have time to play with you anymore," Neimi stated plainly, with a cold bite.

She quickly unlocked herself from her ball and chain, turning the tiny lock to the dickless guard's scrotum and locking his balls in a perpetually stretched state. The lack of blood and oxygen to his balls would eventually suffocate his testicles, leaving him to a slow, agonizing fate. She smiled viciously, glancing back at her victim, whose screams grew louder as her attention slowly turned back to the guard who started all this to begin with; she smiled sweetly at him, "Why don't you come on over here and finish what you started?"

He gulped audibly as fear took hold of his legs, he thought to attack her but he was paralyzed in fear. The sight of his friend nearly choked him as he tried to swallow the fear. The other guard shook violently, struggling to remove the weight of his burden from his dying scrotum; it had already started turning a dark purple. After several moments of mental struggle, the guard who still had his dick finally managed to pull himself together, rising to his feet unsteadily. He approached her cautiously, eyeing the small woman warily as he inched closer to her position. He reached out for her ankle, attempting to tug her away from the poor bastard writhing on the ground below.

Neimi smirked and swopped in toward the quivering guard as he reached out for her, dodging his feeble attempt to grab her. "Oh, you won't be touching me again. Filthy scum sucker!" She kicked him squarely in the nutsack, causing him to stumble backwards with a yelp of pain. She followed up with another kick, cracking his left nut with malicious intent to split his balls in half. The man desperately reached for his aching balls but Neimi kicked his hands away and shouted at him. "No! You will pay for what you did to me and even more for what you planned to do to me! If you even think about trying to cradle your balls or stop me from popping both of your stupid testicles, I'll break both of your arms! Do you understand me?!"

Her words seemed to sink in, and the guard lifted his hands away from his swollen testicles. Tears streamed down his face as he realized that he had just consigned himself to his fate of being castrated by this fairy and her ballbusting feet. He trembled uncontrollably as she glared at him menacingly. "Now listen carefully," she said, placing the sole of her foot down roughly onto his right testicle. "I'll make this quick, because I doubt I have much time left but, if you make this easy for me, I'll take off my clothes before I crush your last ball. Sound fair?"

The man nodded rapidly, not daring to speak lest he incur her wrath further. She smiled grimly, "Good. Now lie back and relax. This is going to hurt. I'm going to put some pressure on this." She placed her barefoot down firmly on top of his right nut, making sure it didn't move. She glanced over her shoulder at the moaning guard lying on the floor and smirked as he'd passed out, then looked back to the guard who's nut she was about to rupture. "I love this part."

Neimi twisted her ankle sharply and brought her heel down upon his plump testicle, feeling it crack and pop beneath her foot. "Mmmm…that feels good…" She continued to grind her foot into the crushed flesh, listening to the satisfying crunching sounds as the skin tore apart and the nerves died. Neimi moved her leg upward, repeating the motion until half of his scrotal sac was flattened underneath her dainty sole. All the while his agonized screaming created a symphony to her ears.

After a few seconds, she removed her foot and admired her footwork, grinning as she saw the remaining testicle in his sac. "I almost forgot I get to do this twice!" she giggled with glee, her tits bouncing wildly in her giddiness. "Oh and don't worry, I didn't forget." Her voice almost sang out as she peeled the shoulder straps of her dress down, letting the fabric of her once beautiful dress fall to the floor revealing her beautifully nude form, the slit betwixt her legs glistening with ecstasy.

The guard stared at her, wide eyed in disbelief as she stood naked before him, her obscenely massive, yet somehow perky breasts full with excitement evidenced by her stiff, pink little nipples. His eyes drifted downward and he blushed furiously when they landed upon her pussy, coated with a thin layer of wetness. "Oh gods no! Please!" he begged as he scrambled for the words he thought could save his remaining teste. But they fell on deaf ears as Neimi wanted nothing more than to nut her molester, depriving him of the ability to offend anyone else. "Please! Don't!" he pleaded, but his pleas only served to fuel her lustful rage.

She grinned evilly, lifting her foot high above his twitching body and bringing it crashing down upon his defenseless genitals. With every blow, his cries became louder and more desperate; his shrieks echoing throughout the dungeon. He resisted the urge to curl up into a fetal position as she pounded his last ball mercilessly, the sound of his suffering filling the air. Even as he screamed he kept his word and did not try to stop her from destroying his remaining nut. When he felt his final testicle crush with a grisly squick under her barefoot and die within his scrotum, he curled to his left and emptied the contents of his stomach, his face buried in the dirt as he sobbed quietly.

"Disgusting. But! I won't let you ruin my appetite," she said with a sneer as she quickly put her dress back on and floated over to the tray of food. Sadly, it had gotten rather cold but the sustenance was still worth it as she cheerfully enjoyed the meal, no matter how depressing the food or venue was around her. "Oh! I almost forgot about Colm!"