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She was by now completely subdued and no longer harboured
any thoughts of resistance. She no longer cared what he ordered her to do, she
would comply absolutely. It was barely two weeks since the city had fallen but
the habits of a lifetime had been changed. She was now a possession and
accepted without question her duty to please him in any way she could and in
any way he desired. But it had not been easy for her to reach this point.
On the first night, after he had used her mouth, he had
also bedded her and experienced the joys of her tight cunt. Disgusted at her
fate, she had steeled herself to accept his attentions, fearful of the
punishment she may suffer. Finally, he had collapsed into an exhausted sleep,
but not before he had arranged for her to be held in another room to await his
further pleasure the following day. It was close to
Waiting for him while he ignored her, her anger grew until
finally she could stand no more..” If you're not ready to speak with me now,
I’ve got things to do, so I’ll leave. You can come to my rooms when you're
free.”
She stood to leave as he turned, smiling, toward her..
”Not quite the humble slave this morning?”. He was talking as much to his men
as to her. His good-humour angered her further and she flew into a rage,
striding toward him aiming to slap the smile from his face. But she was
restrained, kicking, screaming and clawing before she could get to him. He
continued to smile letting her know that he had anticipated her renewed
resistance and looked forward to renewing the battle with her. He whispered a
command and two soldiers were summoned to the room. “Take her to Amelius”.
Without needing further instructions she was picked up and carried from his
presence. She was shocked and suddenly afraid when she realised that she was
not being returned to her room...Who was Amelius? Fear of the unknown quietened her.
Although she had never been there before, she knew soon
enough where she was being taken. She was placed in a dark, cold, stinking and
dirty cell in the city’s prison. She lay there for maybe an hour, shaking with
fear and cold (she was flimsily dressed) trying not to think of what would be her
new fate. It was hard to stay calm when the screams of pain and horror of other
prisoners throughout the prison walls constantly assailed her.
Finally a guard
was at her cell unlocking the door. Despite her earlier bravado she could not
help herself ... “ Please return me to the general. I need to apologise and beg
his forgiveness.” Her voice shook with fear, as she was lead from the cell.
Soon she was in a large room, the most dreaded place in the city, the place
where prisoners and suspects were bought to obtain confessions or
information.... the torture chamber. She was manhandled to the centre of the
room, cuffs paced on her wrists then attached to a chain which was pulled up
through a loop in the ceiling. The chain was finally secured to the wall but
only after her arms had been pulled painfully above her head. She was forced to
stand on her toes to take the pressure off her wrists.
While she waited, she scanned the room for clues as to
her fate. There were two guards in the room and a third man, not a soldier but
more fearful due to his size and demeanour. There was also another female
captive, shackled to the wall, naked and covered with the bruises and welts of
a previous beating. The queen recognised her as one of her maids. She lay
sobbing and cowered against the wall. After a short while the two soldiers were
replaced, their watch obviously over. The new guards talked for a period,
occasionally laughing as they shared some lewd joke about the captives. They
approached the maid and, releasing her from her chains dragged her to the
centre of the room just in front of the queen, forcing her to get on her hands
and knees. The poor girl whimpered, knowing her fate but did not resist,
clearly cowered and aware that anything other than complete obedience would be
futile and painful. One of the guards knelt behind her, re-arranged his
clothing to reveal a throbbing cock and drove into her. She cried in pain - the
queen assumed she had been taken several times previously and was raw from
these other assaults - but the maid dared not do anything to give the soldier
cause to inflict another beating. As the assault continued the queen focused on
the girl’s tits which bounced below her each time the soldier drove forward.
When he was in his rhythm and it was clear that the girl was completely
compliant the second soldier moved in front of the girl, and removing his cock,
grabbed her hair to raise her bowed head. His cock bobbed in front of her and
without a moment’s hesitation she opened her mouth. The rape continued for some
time with both her cunt and mouth subject to a brutal pounding but not once did
the girl do anything to anger the soldiers. When they had each unloaded into
her respective holes she was dragged to her feet to be returned to her
shackles. For a fleeting moment she caught the girl's blank eyes and was
immediately shocked and terrified by the resignation she saw. No words passed
between them but the queen suddenly understood that she would also have to
become resigned to her new status and accept whatever the general demanded - if
he had not already discarded her as not worth the trouble. The thought sent a shiver through her - maybe
she wouldn’t get a chance to make amends for her foolishness, maybe she was
discarded forever to become the plaything of her guards and eventually sold or
given away to a fate she couldn’t imagine and dared not to try.
As the maid was being lead back to her chains the third
man, the torturer, grunted his command. The girl didn’t speak Latin so wouldn’t
have known the command was “Me too” but she was already so well trained that
she immediately scurried to where the man sat, knelt between his legs and
applied her mouth for the only purpose it now existed.
This was how he found them when the general strode into
the room. The soldiers immediately straightened and the girl was pushed away.
The queen was filled with hope and relief at seeing him and as he approached
blurted out her plea... “Thank you for coming back Master. I’m truly sorry for
my actions this morning and look forward to making amends. Please take me back
to your quarters and let me serve you as a slave should serve her Master. I
promise you’ll never have any reason to regret giving your miserable servant a
second chance....” She would have gone
on with more pleading to convince him of her submission but was silenced by his
roar of... “ Shut up, whore... I didn’t come here to give you another chance.
You’ve had enough already. This is now your fate.” He pointed to the simpering girl trying to be
as inconspicuous as possible in the corner. She couldn’t think straight,
terrified out of her wits, genuine tears of remorse flowing.
He turned to the torturer now standing to one side, his
cock still protruding from the maid's attentions. “Put that away” the general
commanded in a joking manner. “Yes, sorry sir”.
The general continued....”Do what you want with her, I
don’t care. But one thing. She is valuable and I expect a good price in
“Yes, sir.”
“No, please”. She had found her voice. “I’ll do anything
you say...anything”. Please don’t leave me with these men”.
“Look bitch, I gave you the chance to have a reasonably
comfortable life and you threw it away. You're too much trouble. Why would I
put up with your aloofness when I can have whatever I want? This girl is more
inviting to me than you are (he was petting the maid’s head the way he would
pet a loyal dog) because she would never disobey. If I told her to suck off my
horse she’d do it without a second thought...wouldn’t you pet? (The girl
remained unmoved, unsure of what was being said and hoping it would not be
painful for her. Just to be safe she licked the general’s boots). So you’d better
learn real quick to obey or life’s going to be very painful.”
She could only whimper. “Please, please....” Her voice
trailed away.
“Now one last thing.”
He was talking to the torturer. “This morning she tried to embarrass me
in front of my men. I want to view her punishment for that. Twenty strokes I think”. The torturer smiled his approval as the
general settled into a chair. The maid was placed in such a way as to act as
his foot stool so that he could thoroughly enjoy the coming entertainment.
The torturer went to a rack at the side of the room and
returned with a black leather whip, about the length of his forearm, which
terminated in several strands. As he approached, she lashed out with her legs
trying to kick him and keep him at bay. She knew it was hopeless but terror
overcame reason. But he was strong and used to resistance. In one motion he
slapped her legs aside, grabbed her gown and ripped it off her. She was
sickened as he stood back to see his prize, his tongue moving subconsciously
across his lips. She could also see the two soldiers, open-mouthed at their
good fortune. Frantically she tried once more “Please Master, have mercy”. The
general merely motioned for the punishment to proceed. Moving behind her the
torturer raised the whip slowly and took aim. Her screeches drowned out the
smack of leather on flesh. Her luscious arse quivered as rows of red marks
snaked across it. Tears flowed down her face and she tugged on her bindings.
But she was completely defenceless as blow after blow found its mark. After
maybe six or seven strokes he suddenly stopped. “Her flesh is very delicate
sir. If you want her to receive the full twenty I’ll need to reddened more than
her arse, otherwise the skin will surely cut”. “ Whatever you think” , the general said off-handedly. She was almost relieved
that her arse was to be spared but soon found the whip striking her thighs,
back and belly. Each new blow bought howls of pain and anguish, mixed with
laughter from the audience. Her arms ached as they took more of her weight, her
legs sagging, as she grew faint.
Finally it was over and her assailant withdrew a few
steps. The general approached to inspect her markings. “Not a single cut.. well
done, as unusual” he offered as he ran an inspecting hand over the welts.
“Thank you sir”.
The general headed toward the door, passing the still
kneeling maid. “You know, she really is very obedient and not unappealing. Have
her cleaned up and bought to me tonight. And get some-one to explain that
she’ll be back here in a flash if she displeases me in any way”. He didn’t wait
to hear the soldiers confirm the order.
Within a few minutes the girl was gone and the queen was
left with the three men. A bucket of water had been thrown over her to revive
her and she now squirmed in terror as three sets of eyes looked hungrily at
their prey. “So you speak Latin”. It was the more senior soldier talking.
“Please don’t hurt me”. She was begging, there was no more fight in her. “Shut
up, bitch. There’s only one way you avoid suffering in this place and that’s to
keep us all happy. Understand”. He was yelling in her face. She nodded through
her sobs.
The chain holding her upright was loosened and she was
lowered to her hands and knees. She knew what was expected of her, she’d seen
the maid give herself in this way only a short while ago but as the soldier
knelt behind her and was prodding her cunt to gain access she couldn’t stop
herself trying to get away. Each time he edged forward she, against her own
better judgement, edged away. No-one spoke but the chain was again tightened
and she found herself dangling in mid-air. The instrument of pain this time was
a paddle which caused greater pain but no marks other than a dull red glow over
her arse.
Again she was lowered and placed on her knees. And so it
continued. Every time she broke the unstated rule of complete submission she
was punished. It took another five rounds of whipping before she was able to
finally satisfy the men as required. Then she was shackled to the wall to
sleep.
A few hours later the soldiers were replaced and it
started again. Try as she might she couldn’t quite bring herself to completely
obey the orders given and more whipping was incurred.
By the second day she was broken. By now she had learnt
what it was to obey absolutely, to open her legs without a second thought of
resistance, to suck unquestioningly any cock placed before her. She lost count of how many times she was used
and cared even less.
When she was fed it was by having a few morsels thrown to
her which she had to eat off the floor like a dog. One soldier fed her porridge
by sticking his cock in it and having her lick it off. To her amazement she was
thankful for his kindness. Although she was occasionally given water in a bowl
which she also had to lap up, most of the fluids she received was the men’s
cream or by drinking their urine when they pissed in her mouth. The first time
she suffered this she howled her indignation but after more beatings she
accepted it as just another thing slaves did to satisfy those that possessed
them.
She lost track of time and no longer cared whether it was
night or day or when a new set of guards would come to use her. By the fourth
day she was as compliant as the maid had been, no longer had any aspiration of
rescue or survival and lived from one fucking to the next caring not who abused
her or how it was done.
She had become so used to the coming and going of
soldiers that she didn’t even notice the general enter. It was only when he
spoke that she realised he was back but she dutifully attended to the cock
stuffed in her mouth and dared not look up to confirm it was indeed him. “I
hear she is quite docile and obedient now”. He was talking to one of the
guards. “Yes sir. We haven’t had to use the whip for two days now. All the men
are more than satisfied with her”. Try as she might she couldn’t hear the rest
of the conversation as semen spewed into her throat. Even after the penis was
withdrawn from her mouth she remained as she was, not daring to look up.
“Come here, slave”, he commanded and she immediately
crawled to him as she had done to so many others. Grovelling at his feet she
licked his boots awaiting his orders. Was she to be beaten for his pleasure
again? She didn’t really care.
He continued.. ”I’m bored with your maid and have decided
to give you another chance. You will become my personal slave and attend to my
every desire. You will give me no reason to have your bought back here because
the next time will be the last time. If you force me to return you here you
will spend the rest of your days satisfying my men.”
She felt like leaping for joy at her salvation but
instead continued to lick his boots as she thanked him, promising to obey his
slightest desire.
Ordering that she be cleaned, feed, bathed and oils
rubbed into her welts he left her in the hands of one of his servants.
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