Metal and Wood Chronicles

The prison

The starry sky illuminated the streets of randorhan's citadel, a citadel with two square kilometers, a citadel constituted by the main castle, the temple, the prison, several palaces, a million housing foci, various services that is not necessary for this story quantify them, it is enough that it is known that there were blacksmiths, carpenters, millers, taverns, tailors, some inns and how could not be lacking healers and brothels. The silence was almost deafening, only here and there were voices heard, or of guards talking to each other not to fall asleep during the patrol shifts, or of men just leaving the brothels of the city, who dissatisfied with the treatment received, complained about the effect of alcohol and ended up relieving themselves sexually with each other in the middle of the streets , which generated discomfort among the population, but with some gold coins were bought the soldiers who closed their eyes to this situation. The most important place at the moment is not the brothel nor are the streets, but rungar: the "Neighborhood of Death", area of the citadel where the Prison was, a very impressive building, composed of a wall with six layers of concrete, two more stone, six floors high and that were three underground where were the cells destined for torture and forgetfulness. In one of these cells, a prisoner began to awaken, with a severe headache. Jonathan slowly opened his eyes, trying to focus his vision to figure out where he was, the last thing he remembered was the Wolf's howl and suddenly everything had gone dark, now at that moment, he felt something hot running down his face, it was blood, he had an open eyebrow, it must have been the blow, he thought, but not the blow had been behind , began to feel another pain this time in the face, realized that he should have been beaten by the guards. Jonathan tried to move, but was trapped by chains, did not know what time it was, whether it would be night or day, or even how long had passed, looked around and began to realize where it was, it was a corridor with many cells, the whole floor did not have any window, only torches dotted by some walls illuminated that space, yet managed to realize that it was naked , if the eyes did not see the cold he felt he would speak for himself. Feeling vulnerable as he had never felt in his life, not even when he had arrived on this distant planet, Jonathan began to scream, to ask for help, in the hope that someone would hear him, and at that moment hundreds of voices began to make themselves heard, most of them cursing him for shouting and not letting them sleep and die there abandoned in silence , until he began to hear the sound of heavy iron boots, could only be guards, by the noise were at least three, as they advanced down the aisle screams of pain were giving way to the curses conjured, because the guards were beating all who dared to be glued to the bars. After all there were only two guards, but one of them was the size of two, so the noise of iron on the rocks had confused him, Jonathan had only been a boy scout for a year, already in a small age his arrogance was insupermountable and was expelled, which does not mean that he had learned nothing, the distinguishing sounds outside one of the faculties he had developed. The two guards approached the cell door, were strange men, the typical cliché of guards of a medieval prison, the slimmer put the key in the slot of the door and rotated opening it, the biggest and also the ugliest, was already slasheing his fingers to shake hands against each other making Jonathan fear for the worst when he hears the first say to the second "Do not hit him anymore , if he is incapacitated will serve no good, the boss wants to know if he is alone.", "There you are wanting to take fun of me" replied the second, upon hearing those words, Jonathan, could not contain himself and his big mouth said more than he should, "Do you want fun? So come here and suck me for fun", "How dare you big fucker?" replied the Guard advancing on Jonathan while unsheathing the dagger ready to strike a blow, Jonathan closed his eyes and prepared for the worst, when he heard a grunt and the metallic smell of blood invade the cell followed by a heavy sound of something hitting hard against the ground , when opening his eyes he saw a tall man, extremely thin, dressed in a purple tunic turned in yellow, his black hair long and drained, a very thin beard long in the area of the chin and eyes that seemed to throw flames made up the image that had before him, but what scared him were not the eyes but the right hand that held the guard's heart still pulsating while this was lying on the floor of the cell , "I ask forgiveness for my men, they sometimes exceed themselves and do not measure their acts, allow me to introduce myself, my name is Crutor, I am the high priest of this city and its chief general and you who are?", his voice had at the same time a touch of honey and a touch of gall, "King, Jonathan

King", "King? Then it is explained the flag that was at the door of the cabin on the mountain, however, there are a few more things that need explanation, but this is not the place.", without further ado turned his back and left the cell disappearing down the gloomy corridor, the skinny guard stood looking at the prisoner, sketched an evil smile and passed his tongue through the perfidious lips , "I'm going to have fun," he said as he lowered himself next to Jonathan, without delay, grabbed his p***s and began to massage him, when he started to get hard put in his mouth and sucked him until he felt something warm in his mouth, Jonathan was disgusted with something that gave him so much pleasure, perhaps because he was that dirty guard doing it, the guard got up cleaned up his robe he turned his back and came out of his cell closing the door behind him. Some time later, Jonathan heard footsteps again, but these were softer, the torches in front of his cell went out, yet it was possible to observe who was visiting him, they were women, three women entered through the door of his cell, all three brunettes of fur and hair, metal collars adorned their necks making him presume that they were slaves , the hair fastened high fell on one of his breasts, covering him leaving only one of them in sight, a narrow strip of white linen covered them with s*x, without emitting any sound, or any word, took the chains off Jonathan, helping him to get up.

It seemed that he never finished that corridor again, although he did not climb any step Jonathan realized that he was climbing because the air was getting less and less putrefato and the corridor was becoming clearer, until they reached a corridor with windows which allowed him to realize that it was at night. The three slaves and Jonathan stopped by a door, which was not going to hold it opened it letting for a luxurious room with what could be a pool in half and next to the wall of the windows a huge bed with red sheets, together with the lit lamps and the vases with flowers gave the room a touch worthy of a thousand and one nights. The three women took Jonathan to the pool, putting him inside, shortly after they bared and entered the water, gave him a bath leaving him well washed, their bodies wet next to his made his limb give a sign of life, but only after the bath and after feeding him, already lying the four in the huge bed, they had the pleasure of feeling that limb and him to feel alive again.