Chronicles of the Battlefield

Title: Chronicles of the Battlefield

Author: Cwill

Summary: Certain fates await those women who take the field…

Rating: NC-17. Violence, Sex, Language, Rape, Gore.

Pairing(s): Various.

Characters: Characters from Dynasty Warriors and Romance of Three Kingdoms.

I don’t own Dynasty Warriors, or Romance of the Three Kingdoms. Dynasty Warriors is property of KOEI. "Three Kingdoms" is a novel by Luo Guanzhong . I do not claim to own any of these people.

The Man before the Mask
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“Blahblahblah” = speech.

Grinning slightly, Wei Yan surveyed the land. He was a mounted troop commander under Yuan Shu, and was pressed into fighting for this… coalition. Some despot in the capital… It wasn’t Yan’s concern. He was here to fight, and if possible, sample the local ‘delicacies’. Suddenly, he spied a rare sight on the battlefield, a woman! He had heard of these mythical fighting women, but had never seen one. She seemed to have a bodyguard made up of other women with her! Today is looking up, eh? Putting on his trademark battle mask, he ordered his men to mount up, and they rode down the hillside, into the fray.
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Diao Chan swung her maces with ever fleeting strength. I’m a dancer, not a fighter! Why am I even out here? She grimaced, and beat down yet another soldier dressed in yellow. Her flowered dress swirling about her feet, she flipped and dodges with admirable speed, her chest heaving uncontrollably. Not to mention flopping about, no matter how tightly taped down it was. Hearing the rumble of hooves, she turned about to see a masked man at the head of a troop of cavalry bearing down on her…

Grinning wide enough to split his face, Yan swooped in, snatched the girl off her feet, and threw her over the saddle. As most of his force began to fight the bodyguards, he motioned to two of his more trusted men, and they rode back to the lookout point. He drops her on the ground, and the men dismount.
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Completely confused, Diao Chan hits the ground with a *THUMP*. Looking up, the dazed look in her eyes quickly changes to fear, as she sees the three men dismount, leering at her the entire way. Looking back and forth nervously, she stammers out, “W-w-who are you?” When they don’t answer, she scoots backwards as quickly as she can, but she is quickly grabbed by the arm, and roughly pulled forward, landing on her stomach. Looking upward, she began to force back tears. I can’t show weakness, not to them…
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Bending over and grabbing the girl by the shoulder, he drags her up to his knees, and smiles. “Well, well, well. What do we have here? A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be on the battlefield. Tell you what. I’ll give you free passage to the edge of the battle, and you can go free. But, first…” Grinning at the feeble girl before him, Yan puts a hand to him belt, and drop his short battle kilt, revealing a quickly growing member. Quickly reaching full size, it stood at a little over ten inches, and was nearly two inches thick. “You need to pay for fair passage, don’t you? Nobody gets something for nothing…”
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Now on her knees, Diao Chan felt tears brimming on her eyelids, but blinked them away. I need to be strong here. Get through it, and I’ll live… Reaching out tentatively, she wraps her hand around the throbbing penis, she strokes back and forth before taking him into her mouth. He tastes good…Wait, what am I thinking? Bobbing up and down more quickly, she felt her dress beginning to slip off, due to the odd motion and angle. She begins to step up the pace, sucking and bobbing her head ever faster. Meanwhile, she reached back and began to fondle his balls, rubbing and molding them with her hand.
Looking off to the sides, Chan saw that both of the other two men had also disrobed completely, and were excitedly muttering as they both stroked cocks no smaller than the one she was currently administering to.
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Yan let his head roll back and stared at the sky. Gods, she’s good at this. Must have had a lot of practice, little slut…Gesturing to the two men near him, they smile and move a little closer, until the woman is surrounded on three sides. Feeling himself beginning to bunch up, Yan quickly jerked himself out of the girl’s mouth, and frantically began to stroke himself.
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Surprised at the forceful reaction, Diao Chan rears back slightly, confused. Looking around her, realization dawns, but too late. A quick trio of grunts is heard, and wads of thick, stringy, ropy cum instantly mar her perfect face. Blinking, she feels it beginning to drip down her face and on to her new dress, now hopelessly ruined. Reaching a hand back to her hair, she finds that soaked and covered in the same white substance. Feeling the tears coming now, she no longer stems them. Tears mix with the cum on her face, and sobs wrack her body. Why me? Why is this happening to me? Still crying, she feels herself being pulled up, and her dress being ripped from her, quickly revealing her in naught but chest wrappings. Soon, those, too, are ripped from her, leaving her to shiver against the cold biting air. The masked man lies on his back, and Chan is pushed onto him, and forced to mount his already recuperated dick. Fully sobbing now, Diao Chan prepares to lose the virginity she had so jealously guarded from the advances of the amorous men of the capital, especially that brute Lu Bu. Remembering the tales of her handmaids, Chan expected it not to be gentle, yet thought there would be preparation coming, spreading out of the lips, something. She was wrong.
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Turning the girl so that she was facing him, Wei Yan took in the curve of her breasts, the flow of her hair, and the mess on her face with growing lust. Grunting, he positioned himself just inside of her, and thrusts deep, but finds resistance. Still a virgin? With a body like this? It IS my lucky day after all… Pulling back out, he thrusts yet again, and breaks the barrier quickly. A piercing scream is heard, and she begins to bleed. Unworried, Yan continues to thrust methodically, eliciting screams and eventually moans from the woman on top of him. Opening his eyes, he smiles at the long black hair flowing around the girl’s shoulders, and the massive bouncing breasts right in front of him. Reaching for one, he gently massages them, before leaning forward and licking them. Biting the pink nipple gently, he trails circles around it with his tongue, and massages the other one. She runs her fingers through his hair and moans loudly. I guess she’s never had a real lover before… I love doing this. Separating himself from her tits, he gestures to the other men, who take up position, yet again.
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Concentrated on the man under her, Chan is surprised to find a man taking up position behind her and aiming himself at her rear. Not really comprehending what was about to happen, the third man standing in front of her waiting to be sucked off marred her concentration even further. Not even stopping to think anymore, she reached out for the dick hanging on front of her, and began to suck wholeheartedly. Keeping one hand on the masked man’s chest to balance herself, she jacked off the man in front of her before leaning forward and tentatively licking the head of the shaft. She was rewarded with a slight gasp and, forgetting that this was rape, grinned. She leaned forward again and kissed the head of him, and took him into her mouth. She energetically sucked, causing a smile from one man, and moans from the other two. The third man, tired of being left out, enters her without any warning. Diao Chan screams loudly, and collapses, sobbing, onto the chest of the man under her. The two men work out a rhythm as the man in front drags her up by the shoulder and forces himself down her throat. This continues until three grunts and a loud moan are heard, and movement momentarily ceases.
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True to his word, Wei Yan redresses, signals for his men to do the same, wraps the girl in a blanket, and takes her to a side gate of Hu Lao, where her side of the conflict is sure to find her. Job accomplished, they return to the supply dump where they were stationed.

Author note:
This is going to be a series of one-shot chapters, not a recurring storyline. I will base each new chapter off of what you guys tell me in reveiws, so review quickly so I can get a new chapter out to you, please! It’s doesn’t have to be Dynasty Warriors-related, either. For example, a tentacle chapter, if enough people are so inclined. No cross-overs or non-het relationships, though. I’m still new to writing, and I’m going to stick with what I klnow for now. Thanks!
-Cwill