A Tale from Stainbourne

[PaperDummy]

Teaser: It's 2002. What a time to be alive. The UK had broken apart a few years before. The British Isles are ruled by the Scottish-Welsh Commonwealth, Ireland, and numerous small independent English city states that are in active war against each other to be the rightful successor of the United Kingdom. Stainbourne is one of these small city states. It's just a small town on the east coast, close to the Scottish – Welsh Commonwealth boarders. The only thing that it's known for is being close to an old prison located on a small island close to it.

Bisera is a notorious thief, trying to pay off her debt in hopes of being able to be free and to be able to go back to Macedonia.
Tasgall is the warden of the prison of Stainbourne. The inmates fear him, and the guards respect him, but as the son of a human and a blue man, he finds himself being torn between two words.
The two paths cross, after Bisera is arrested after a failed heist. The two meet when she tries to escape from the prison.
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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.

The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Index:

• Chapter 1
• Chapter 2

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Title: A Tale from Stainbourne
Author: PaperDummy
Chapter Tags: noncon, monster
Content Warnings: No fouther content warnings then noncon
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Alternative history, and I traid to mix some fantasical realism into this.
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A Tale from Stainbourne

A Tale begines

"HEY! GET BACK HERE!" A man yelled as he lost sight of a woman.
The woman quickly hide away in an ally.
She heard the man franticly yelling after her. She carefully opened the stolen wallet. A bank card. Useless without the pin code. An ID card. Useless. Pictures of family members. Then she found what she was looking for. Cash. She quickly pocketed the money, then threw the empty wallet into the crowd for the owner to find it.
She got up, made sure that her bag was closed. She left the ally by its other end.
The day was cold and foggy. She ran down the street towards the park. It was already late. She crossed the park, and continued to run down the streets.
She ran until she caught sight of the pub. She took a deep breath as she stepped inside.
Unlike outside, it was warm in the pub. She took a bit to warm up, then went towards a more than familiar table in the corner of the room.
Two familiar looking men were sitting there. One with black hair, and green eyes. He looked to be in his late 30s.
And the other one had olive skin and light brown hair. He looked to be around her age, if not a bit older.
She approached the table and took a seat without saying anything to the two men.
"Ah! Bisera!" The older man said, as he leaned forward. "What did you bring to me today?"
"Nothing new. Just the usual Alf." She answered as she took out the stolen goods from her gym bag. Cloths, jewellery, and wristwatches from the a store. And handmade bracelets, and necklaces from the marketplace.
Alf looked through the goods.
"Hi Era!" The other man said, as he took another sip from his drink. "Still trying to pay off your debt?"
"Hi Able." She greeted him. "Yes. And you are still dodging the draft?"
Able just laughed, and put down his glass.
"Yes. Why should I die for asshole politicians? I did not vote for them."
"Good." Alfred said, as he stood up and grabbed the goods. "I'll be back with the money. Please keep a low profile."
"No problem." Bisera said.
"Alright." Said Able, as he grabbed his glass, and took another sip. The older man just nodded, and left.
Able slammed down his glass.
"This whisky tastes like shit." He said disappointedly.
"Everything for the war effort, I guess." She said, as she grabbed his glass to taste the whisky. She frowned as soon as she tasted it. She quickly put down the glass. "Who are we even fighting against?"
"I don't know." He answered nonchalantly. "Either the Scotthis-Welsh Commonwealth, the Irish, or some other city state."
"Either way, they should stop already." She said, as both of them fell into silence.
Suddenly they heard footsteps. Alfred was coming back. He set down, then counted the money one last time, before handing it to Brisera.
"Here. Your payment for the goods."
She counted it.
"Wait, this is 5,000 less than what you gave me last time for the same amount of goods."
"I know. I lost quite a bit of money and customers. So I can't pay the usual amount." He explained. "I'm sorry."
Brisera took a deep breath, and put away the money.
"Thanks. Boss." She said, then stood up. "I'll go. I want to get back home before it's late, and it's pay day tomorrow."
She left the pub. She was about to leave, when a hand grabbed her shoulder. She turned around to see Able again.
"Have you heard the news?" He asked.
"What news?"
"Tomorrow a ship will arrive at the docks."
"And?"
"It's transporting weapons and military supplies." He said with a smile. "I plan to break in, and steal some. It's quick, and pays well. Are you in?"
She had stolen from the docks before. But never when they were transporting military supplies.
"Are you sure that this is a good idea?" She asked.
"Yes. Of course. You know how much a bullet costs?" He said, then took out a cigarette box, and opened it. He took one out, placed it between his lips, and lit it. "Look. I give you some time to think about it. If you are in, then be there at the dock, by nightfall. Alright?"
"Alright." She said, then left.

She managed to reach the old flat building before night fell. She quickly went inside.
The hallways were well lit.
She saw a few bags on the ground on the wall opposite to the office door. They looked to be made for soldiers. Next to the bags, two women were crying. She recognised the two. One with blond hair, crying her eyes out, while one next to her with black hair tried to comfort her.
She approached them.
"Mary, Sisi. What happened?" She asked, as she set down next to them.
"Tom joined the army!" Cried Mary, as strands of her blond hair stuck to her tear-soaked face.
"Tom decided to join the army. He is in the office right now. Discussing the matter with Mr. Langford."
Just when the three managed to get enough money to escape from the town.
Suddenly, the office door opened, and Tom walked into the hallways. He already had a uniform on.
He stepped closer to the three women. He smiled.
"Bisera! In my office now!" She heard Mr. Langford yelling from his office.
She took a deep breath, got up, and went inside the office.
The office was small, and the only light source was a desk lamp on the desk.
Mr. Langford, a man in his late 50s, was standing at the window.
She closed the door, and went to his desk. She set down.
"Yes, Mr. Langford."
The man looked at her. He slowly approached her.
"I think you heard about recent events." He said, as he grabbed a paper. "Thomas joined the army. Due to this, and other events. Both the rent and the amount of money you have to pay back got higher."
Bisera looked horrified. She barely got enough money to be able to pay the usual amount.
"But... Sir, I'm barely able to pay the-"
"That's not my problem." He said nonchalantly, as he looked down on her. "Who was the one who took you in after your aunt died?"
"You."
"Who was the one who fed you, clothed you, paid for your school, and put a roof over your head?"
"You were."
"And who let you stay after you become an adult?"
"You."
"Yes. I was." He said. "I'm not a fucking charity. The minimum you can do is pay off your debt, the amount of money I had to spend on you."
She took a deep breath, and nodded.
"Good to know you know your place."
"Sir. Can I get one day?" She asked. He looked at her impatiently. "I don't have enough money to pay the amount of money you want tomorrow. So can I pay the day after that?"
He kept looking down at her.
He took a deep breath, and set down in his chair.
"Come here, girl." He said. Bisera slowly stood up and went to him. "If you want to get that extra day. Work for it."
Mr. Langford said, as he pointed to the ground.
Brisera took a deep breath, and with shaking legs got on the floor.
She was on her knees in front of him. Either this, or him selling, or renting her.
"What are you waiting for?" He asked, as she started to undo his belt and pants with shaking hands. She swallowed, as his dick sprang free.
She took a deep breath, and slowly kissed the tip.
"Good. Contenue." He said, as she hesitantly started to lick the shaft. She worked her tongue up and down his dick. From the base to the head. She repeated the notion a few times.
"What are you waiting for? Take it in your mouth." He said, starting to get inpatient. She looked at his cock. Hesitating. "Do you really want that extra day?"
Brisera took a deep breath, and slowly took his dick into her mouth. She closed her eyes in shame and disgust, as she lowered her head, and took more of the dick into her mouth.
Mr. Langford leaned back in his chair, looking down at her, as she slowly started to bob her head up and down.
His patience starting to run out. He placed his hand on her head, and after a second, he pushed her head down.
The tip of his dick hit the back of her throat. Her eyes started to water, as her nose hit his abdomen. Her hands held onto his leg, as she started to choke on it.
"If you bite it, you will be sold to a brothel!" He commented.
She looked up at him with red cheeks, with tears flowing down from her light brown eyes.
He started to trust up into her mouth. His dick slowly slid inside her throat.
Her entire face started to get redder, as tears flew from her eyes. She gripped harder onto his legs, as she got less and less air.
He slowly threw his head back, as he enjoyed the tightness of her throat. The sound of her choking was music to his ears. But her grip started to get painful. He looked down at her, one final time, then he grabbed her head by the hair, and pulled her off of his dick.
She took a deep breath, before he pushed her back.
Bisera landed on her side. She started coughing, and felt like she needed to throw up. She slowly got on her stomach and hardly, but managed not to throw up, as she slowly stopped coughing.
Mr. Langford stood up from his chair and looked down at her, with disgust.
He took a step, and crouched down next to her, and took a pair of handcuffs from his desk. He quickly forced her arms behind her back, as he cuffed her hands together.
"Sir I-"
"Shut up slut." He silenced her as he reached for her pants.
"Sir, maybe I could-" Bisera tried to plead with him, but he cut her off.
"As long as you are still in depth, you are my property. So shut up!"
The cold air suddenly hit her backside, as Mr. Langford yanked her pants down, reviling her white panties covering her ass.
He started to grope her ass, studying it, then slapped it out of curiosity.
He reached for the waistband of her panties and pulled it down, reviling her ass and pussy.
She looked back at him, with still teary eyes.
Suddenly, he removed her pants and panties completely.
He got between her legs, and spread her ass.
"Breaking your hymen would just lower your value. So this will hurt." He said, as he got on top of her and placed his member between her ass cheeks.
She took a deep breath, to brace herself for the inevitable, as he forced himself into her back hole.
She bit her lips, trying to not scream in pain.
He started moving inside of her. In and out. In and out.
Bisera was in pain. Her hands tried to grip onto anything. Her long light brown hair covered her face. She laid her head down onto the floor, so that he couldn't see her face, and in an attempt to try to make it more bearable.
He did not go easy on her.
Mr. Langford slammed down into her faster and harder. Enjoying the pain he caused her. The way she whimperd and cried was music to his ears.
He bit down on her shoulder, she screamed in pain. He slammed into her faster, as he finished inside of her.
He let go of her shoulder, and took a deep breath, before slowly pulling out his softening member.
She bit her lips, trying not to cry, as she felt him unlocking the handcuffs.
"You get that extra day. Your better have the money."

The day was starting to come to an end.
The inmates were eating the last of their food for the day. After this, they will have one hour of free time, before lockdown.
The guards were there, except one. She was the most experienced one. Out of the guards, she has been here the longest. She opened a door in the prison yard, and went outside. She carefully locked the door behind her.
A rather strange man was standing in the shallow water.
His skin was slate blue. His ears were like the dorsal fins of a fish. His hair was dark gunmetal gray with a bluish hue.
He was wearing a white wool jumper. The legs of his pants were rolled up to his knees.
The guard looked at him, as she went closer to the water. To her right side, in a pair of boots, a coat that looked like a mix of a military official's and a ship captain's coat, and a cap were lying on a rock.
She stopped at the edge of the water.
"Boss." She spoke calmly, as the man turned around.
"Yes Claudia?" He asked with a Scottish accent.
"Lockdown is one hour away." She said.
He just nodded.
"Did any inmates act up during the day?" He asked.
"No. Nothing out of the ordinary, Sir."
"Good." He said, as he nodded. "You can go now."
"Tasgall." She called him. She took a deep breath, then continued. "Are you sure that you want to stay here?"
The warden nodded.
"Yes. I'll stay here for a bit."
She nodded, then left.
Tasgall took a deep breath, as he heard the door closing.
He took a step forward. The water was still shallow, but it had almost reached his knees by now.
The warden was looking at the sea. He noticed a rock not too far away. On the rock, 4 humanoid creatures were singing and enjoying the last sunlight. Long almost black hair decorated with small seashells. All four were chubby. Their skin was gray with patches of shirt seal like fur. They clothes were made of seaweed and covered barely anything. Oval faces, with big black eyes, a lacking eyebrows, and thin darker lips. Their bodies ended in fishtails instead of legs.
Mermaids. They were mare maids.
He looked at them. He had seen some around the island before, but the sight of them still awoke a yearning in him.
A yearning not to be stuck between two words.
Soon, the four mermaids noticed him. They did not flee.
One of them started loudly whistling. The sound was similar to a delphin. She stared at him after she finished.
Tasgall looked at her.
She whistled again.
When she stopped, the other three left the rock.
Even though his vocal cords were more human, but he was still capable of making this type of noise.
He opened his mouth, then immediately closed it. His ears lowered involuntarily.
The mermaid turned her head to the side, then whistled again.
But this time, after she did not get an answer, she left the rock too.
He stood there. Looking at the rock. He took a deep breath, then left the water, and sat down on the shore.

It was one hour past the lockdown.
All the inmates were sleeping.
One half of the guards were up, and the other half were sleeping.
Tasgall, on the other hand, couldn't sleep. He was lying in his bed looking at the ceiling, unable to sleep.
He kept thinking about that mermaid.
The way, she called him, and invited him to join her and her sisters.
He took a deep breath, and looked at his hand.
Seal claws like nails, and skin connecting his fingers. It was made for swimming. But there was something wrong. The skin between his fingers only reached up to the middle of them. It was not ideal for swimming long periods of time, especially in strong currents. Both humane and inhumane.

Tasgall was not the only one who was unable to fall asleep. In the town, Bisera was lying in her bed.
She tried to forget about what happened, and instead focused on the heist tomorrow night.
Bullets are expensive. More profitable than gold, especially in times like these. If she could get her hands on a few, and sell them, she would have enough money to pay the amount that Mr. Langford demanded. Maybe she would even have enough money to save some. Money she could use to escape this town one day, and go back to Macedonia.
She took a deep breath, as she realised something.
"Should I even go back to Macedonia?" She whispered the question to herself.
Her village was destroyed, and she has no surviving family members. Even if going back to her homeland meant that she would escape Mr. Langford, she would still suffer. She would have nowhere to go, and no one to rely on.
She turned on to her side, and tried to fall asleep. She has to be sharp tomorrow after all.

End of chapter 1
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[Shocker]

Now that looks like another brexit gone incredibly well.

[Colin Piper]

"This whisky tastes like shit." He said disappointedly.

Piss, surely?

Or "pish", if it's Scotch. I guess.