Spirits Forged in Fire

Briseis went with Kale, for she had no other choice. She surprised herself by desperately hoping to run into Achilles on her way to the Kings tent, for although she had planned on seeing the man dead before nightfall, some part of her knew that he was her only chance to make it through this situation virtually unharmed. Although something about Achilles..or maybe about herself...frightened her, Agamemnon outright terrified her. A last minute effort at escape crossed her mind when Kales grip let up for a moment while speaking to a soldier outside of the Kings tent.

"Help!" She screamed, lurching out of his grip and taking off in the direction of her beloved Troy. Kale anticipated her bolt though, and tackled her onto the ground. She fought like a tigress, but his grip on her hair wrenched her head back, making it difficult to breathe, much less scream for aid. It didnt matter though, for the Greek soldiers looking on only laughed at her pitious attempt at freedom. A tear slipped down her cheek, unnoticed by the raucous soldiers, as fell onto the sand beneath her. She had screamed for help unnecessarily, for no one near enough to hear her would even be willing to come to her aid. Kale yanked her to her feet, spun her around, and then threw her to her knees, his hand still wrapped in her hair.

"Bow before your King." He hissed, loud enough for only her to hear him.

"He is not, and never will be my king!" She spat back, spine going rigid in preparation for the coming blow. Instead though, all was silent. As she lifted her head, she noticed another figure standing before her.

"Well, they warned me you were a wildcat, but I must admit my dear, their descriptions dont do you justice." In front of her stood Agamemnon, in all his intimidating glory. He glanced over her form, apparently pleased at what he saw for his expression resembled a lion who had just grounded his prey. He gripped her chin, yanking her face up towards the sun for a better look. In response, she twisted her neck away, and lunged at him, trying to bite. This only pleased the man further, as he let out a loud laugh "Now you all look at this daughter of Troy. What manner of men cant even tame their women enough to behave like people and not animals. No, these soldiers seem to be bested by their wives!"

"Perhaps they have the intelligence to know that a woman cannot be tamed" Briseis ground out in response, face burning with humiliation.

"Thats what you think my dear. I must say, I will enjoy this too much. Take her inside." Kale forced her up once again, and dragged her towards the opening of the tent, as Briseis struggled. Fear gripped her, for she saw a look in the invading kings eyes that she would never in her life forget. If he got her alone, she knew he would inflict the sort of damage from which she could never recover; she was as good as dead. It was now that she wished she still had the venom in her robe, for anythign seemed a better option than Agamemnon.

Within moments though, her fears were confirmed when Agamemnon strode into the tent, and immediately dismissed all of the guards inside. He moved towards her, and she began backing as far as she could. When she reached the wall of the tent though, she knew she was trapped. The king reached out for her, and yanked her to him, crushing his lips against hers in a kiss that drew blood from her. With a will of its own, her hand whipped out and slapped him soundly across the face. He jerked back for a moment, as she fervently prayed to rewind time to undo her actions. The gods were unyielding, and Agamemnon threw her upon the hard ground.

"You bitch" he ground out, into her face. He then let out a sinister laugh. "Your fire intrigues me, it arouses me. Lets see why you were special enough to be hidden from me. He crawled on top of her, and kissed her again, with the same amount of force. His arms grasped hers, and he pinned her hands above her head in one of his own larger hands. With his free hand, he began groping across her chest, bruising her breasts with his jabbing fingers. Briseis let out a small cry when she felt him position his still clothed body over her robed legs, and thrust his hips forward against her. "I want to hear you..." He growled in her ear before attacking her neck with his demanding mouth. Briseis tried to struggle, but the older mans weight kept her pinned in place, and his lower body kept her legs useless. With the hand that had been harshly fondling her, he grabbed the neckline of her robe and yanked down, tearing it in two. The useless fabric ripped immediately, exposing her breasts to his prying eyes. Briseis turned her head away, and squeezed her eyes shut, tears leaking out from the sides and down her face. The king was desperately taking off his own clothing with that trespassing hand, and freed his straining erection, groaning as he did so. With one of his legs prying her legs apart, Agamemnon moved his free hand to the spot in between her legs, and sent a shock of total and utter fear through Briseis. She tried to scream, but Agamemnon's mouth came down over her own. When she bit him in defiance, he dealt her such a blow to her face that she lie there for a moment, completely stunned. The king, in anger, threw all pretences of waiting out the door, and shoved three large, rough fingers into her virgin entrance. The young woman cried out in fear and pain, feeling as if she had been torn in two. When the man the positioned himself to thrust into her, Briseis used the last amount of strength that she had, and twisted her body, managing to throw him off guard. She scrambled away, clutching at the robe and covering herself with it as she tried desperately to distance herself from the now furious Greek noble. He lunged at her, but stopped sharp at a familiar voice from outside the tent.