A work in progress (KingSandy and DivineGlaGlenn)

[KingSandy]

The day been such an agreeable one. Fair skies, a cool breeze. Bright and sunny. A fine day for a picnic. Plenty of food and leisure for all, really. The country was a peaceful place, the only troops seen were the border patrols who were not very many in number or very trained. The people, however, remained happy and content. Families out for the day, a day of celebration. The anniversary of the day of the founding. The royal family declared all work ceased. Even the patrolmen got a break today. In those rose-tinted times, one could be forgiven for thinking that there was little danger out in the world. That man no longer was primitive or savage enough to kill his fellow.

But in truth, all this peace made it so much easier for tragic incidents.
Jack had been minding his own goddamn business. The son of a minor noble, he hardly had any duties to begin with and today meant he had even more liberty. He had eaten and drank well, more than he probably should have. He was not a terribly robust youth, slender yet with a wiry strength to him. His skin was sallow, not-quite pale and his hair was a deep, warm brown. He cut a dashing figure, wandering the edge of the neighboring village with no more than a pocketful of pennies and an empty wine bottle. For a long moment there was an uneasy quiet. His nose twitched. A smell of smoke but not meat. Burning. . . hair.

He heard screaming, laughter.
Rough, raucous laughter that was so out of place.

Heavy steps behind him, Jack wasn't armed. He ran but not quite fast enough

Getting closer and closer, his pursuer chuckled.

Thick hands grabbed him tight and there was a sickening thud. Jack slumped in his captor's grip. He dragged his quarry back towards the main part of the village. Cages upon cages were there, holding as many people as could be captured. A good haul, some were definitely very pretty and possibly virginal. Trainable.

It was hours later that Jack woke, cold and shivering. The young noble had been stripped of his clothes, his rings, everything. The only thing he wore were shackles and a thick leather collar to which the shackles were attached to. He had no idea where he was or what was happening. Vulnerable and exposed, Jack huddled. He looked around and realized he was in a cell. Footsteps. The door swung open. Men, large ones, picked him up despite his wriggling and struggling. Effortlessly, they brought him into another room. He was washed carefully, his head wound treated and covered up.

His heavy restraints were exchanged for more refined and delicate looking ones, a collar that accentuated the slenderness of his neck, slender silver plated chains.

He was then carried again, this time into an antechamber and made to kneel at the foot of a dais. His head was forced down, warned carefully not to look up until told. He spat at the foot of his captor which oddly did not earn any retaliation . . . Yet.

"What the fuck is going on here?" Jack made sure he could be heard, "I demand you let me go, you useless barbarians!"

 

[DivineGlaGann]

He was regarded with eyes cold. Almost like a piercing steel but at the same time a light rounded green, curious, attractive and all the while mysterious. Eyebrows, narrowed initially, raised slightly. The Face belonged to one in youth but not a child by all aspects. She cocked her head to the side silent, observant to this young man, this boy made to kneel, body laced with silver plated chains and the nice collar situated around his slender neck.

The men were always rough in their actions. The boy's head bowed down or rather Forced, he knew not his place, otherwise that head would've remained lowered and that sentiment kept tightly in his mouth. Her glossy lips curved downward in a Frown to the spit nearly reaching her golden high heel shoes. For a moment, she looked upon it then toward Jack still brought to a silence.

He wanted to know what was going on here, demanded to be let go, this brought a smile on her Face which had golden sunset long hair locks pushed away and back around her neck. The earrings attached to her ears hung against her naked tan skin including a necklace laced with some emblem.

"You demand to know what is going on here? To be released?" The woman spoke as she turned to pace back and Forth, her arms coming to reside behind her. The dress she dawned had thin straps attached to the actual garment around her bosom and wide shoulders. The color was a white with thin black designs.

"Do you really think you are in any position to make such demands? I think not." Stopping her pacing, she moved toward him, her slipper edge gracing underneath his chin to raise it. "I am a collector. To Fine things which will include those living and breathing. I'm certain you've already seen what I've captured thus Far. This village has no more spoils to be extracted therefore we will move on, what you cherished as your home will be a distant memory. Tell me your name." Syla turned, he could tell her or not, she didn't bother with it. They'd not placed any clothes on him. At the moment, she didn't mind, he needed to be properly trained.

"You have a very Foul mouth, stock as such must be properly dealt with." Syla raised her gloved hand. One loyalist, standing in the Far right corner having watched the events take place, quickly removed himself, he revealed a short whip with a Feathered prod at the tip. Walking beside his other comrades, his blue hues, glanced down at Jack minutely. The whip is handed to Syla, she tossed it From hand to hand, her gaze never leaving Jack's. She walked around him, to his backside. She leaned down to touch the ripe mound, both exposed cheeks.

"Firm." There is little emotion in the woman's words. "Bend over." Should he not do so, her shoe would push him more as well as those men standing near him. "Raise that ass. You will learn to do so. For me. Your mistress." Her Foot parted his cheeks, the prod attached to the whip rubbing up and down that inner crevice in inspection.

She pushed in the prod to his entrance tugging it to the tightness. She was not gentle when exploring his insides more with the tool occasionally looking over to see his reaction. Pained, perhaps, she didn't care. Withdrawing the weapon, Syla slashed him across his rear standing up properly. She moved to his Front pressing the prod underneath his chin looking to his cock now, the size wasn't bad, thick. "Report." She told the one whom had gotten her the whip.

"About sixty or so captured. To haul them to Laisengag won't be too much trouble. We can distribute a small group to be bred. What about this one?"

"He will be mine." Syla announced. She struck Jack on his mouth with the whip. "Keep your mouth shut unless you are told otherwise. Stand, I want to see that cock properly." Her hand would touch against it when given the opportunity. The tip stroked, the bottom, his balls and still there was little emotion in her Features as though she was dead to the world. This woman.

 

[KingSandy]

By the gasp or rather the sigh, he knew his words were not new, were even somewhat expected. It seemed his crudity in diction was not unnoticed by the crowd of smug bastards. They seemed most disturbed by his volume though. What, did they expect all prisoners to be like cattle? Jack gritted his teeth, staring at the shoes. He was not allowed to look up even if he tried, he was sure some pan-sized hand would push him back down. He wasn't about to deal with the humiliation of being manhandled further. At least, not without just cause. Not just yet. The golden shoes must belong to someone important. He dubbed this person the "Grand High Bitch" and would address in kind once he figured a tiny bit more of his situation. A decision that was woefully unprepared for the calm rebuttal.

Jack snarled.
"The fuck I'm not. Now, let me go you shiny blonde Bitch." This time his head was raised to look upon his captor. A pretty woman but with a cold and haughty expression that already set Jack's teeth on edge. "You have no right to keep me a prisoner, conquering jackass or not." He quivered with suppressed rage as she rather icily told him that she was a "collector" and that she'd collected the rest of the village, too. Of everything she wanted. Who was this sublime egomaniac? Jack spat on the hem of her dress. "There, that's my name. That's all you get."

The woman paced around him. Laid a hand on his ass, commenting about it. Jack had nowhere to go from that invasive touch. She was handed something long and thin. Dangling. . . Oh, she wasn't going to. Jack was shoved down with a foot, ungentle hands adjusting his legs so his ass was up in the air, his legs parted slightly for better access. He felt it slide into him, the feather was almost ticklish but the movement rough but not quite painful. He squirmed and muttered silent oaths. The pain, the humiliation of being violated like this put a temporary hold on his words. The damning part being the prod drifting over something in him that . . . felt good.

Now Jack felt dirty.

He jerked and yelped as the whip slashed his flesh and he almost immediately sat backwards, feeling the red hot line across his cheeks. He glared at Syla with murder in his eyes, fists clenched. This time it cracked against his face and Jack fought hard not to reel backwards from the pain. He spat at her again. He stiffened as she stroked his cock, his balls. but he remained kneeling.

"Make me stand, hag-face."

 

[DivineGlaGann]

He had spirit. They always did. It was both a pleasure to watch and most annoying at the same time. Syla's head turned to the side when watching curiously his behavior. Name calling would get him no where, especially with her, though, he was right, she was blonde and could be classified as a Bitch too.

His little coo, could it be called that, went looked upon by those in the room. Eyes settled on both Jack and Syla, by those men, trying to Figure out whether they should string the boy up or allow their Mistress to do as she pleased. The latter prompted them to remain where they were. Staring. "No right to keep you here?" Syla smiled. Her glossy lips turned up in a grin but it was still laced with acid. The very same malice which caused the young man to speak so Flippantly. She let out a laugh.

"Oh my dear boy, you really are in a world gone dellusional and you will tell me your name." As she turned, more human DNA came upon her dress, at once, the man whom handed her the whip was down on his knees ripping a cloth From his pocket to cleanse the dirtiness, he shot Jack a look about to side slap him when his Mistress simply let out a laugh pacing around him to invade him with the prod attached whip. Inspecting. Still, after she was done, the boy was defiant. Syla came around Jack's Front to touch his cock and balls, as he spat at her again, she removed her hand down there to clutch his Face digging her nails into that Flesh. Her slipper parted his legs then kneed him up while those men pried him to stand.

"Names will only make it worse." She warned him as her hand reached back to slap him. Twice. "For your defiance, allow me to show you what the result will be." Syla stepped away. She walked back to the chair she had been sitting in previous, pressing her hand underneath the dress as she sat down crossing her legs. She signaled the men to bring him Forward.

"I will discover your name." She sounded victorious. Jack was made to kneel near her, the woman's leg raised draping over his shoulder. She pushed a Firm hand down to the other hearing the door open. In came two individuals, naked, and chained much like the rebel one. Two people of the village. A sunrise-haired boy and girl, the boy being around Jack's age, the girl, a bit younger. They were not clothed either. Recognition to Jack came in their eyes. "Jack!" Roderick called out. He was thrust to the ground rather roughly, his sister Zel, had been made to stand, separated away.

"Jack..." Syla smiled. "I told you I would discover your name. Do they mean something to you? Friends I am willing to bet, cattle to me. Now how many times did you spit on me? Three. You have a vile tongue. Three." Syla called out to the men.

Roderick came pushed down on his knees. He was Forced down, ass in the air, teeth gritted. A whip slashed against his back three times leaving huge red welts, Zel cried out in the background. She didn't understand this. None did.

"Now your actions," Syla explained to Jack. "Will be consequences to him. Should you rebel, it is he who will suffer or you depending on what you do." She waved her hand. "Bring that girl here." Zel was shoved ahead, her light blue eyes looked down at her brother, she was soon brought to kneel near Jack, their bodies within inches to one another. "The time?" Syla asked someone.

"Nearly dusk. Travel will be better during the night. We can move within the shadows. Finish destroying what remains to the village."

"Splendid." Syla removed her leg From Jack's shoulder. "I am in need to some sexual activity. Dear Jack, I want you to take this girl, I want to see all that you can do or will you rebel against me once more?"

 

[KingSandy]

"Gone delusional"? Jack pondered this phrase while seething inwardly at her invasive little gestures. She poked and prodded with the handle and Jack again felt that strange dirty feeling that felt almost good. He wasn't going to say a damn thing anymore. Two slaps had him reeling. He clenched his jaw shut even as Syla pushed him by his balls into a crouch while her men yanked him up all the way to his feet. He tugged his chin from her grip, scratching himself in the process. Her nails were quite sharp and Jack was not in the mood for caring if he marked up his face. He simply stared into her eyes with a bleak, empty look that said it all: he wasn't going to simply bow down and kiss her ring, he wasn't going to even let her know who he was, let alone his name. If she could earn that, then probably. But there was nothing she could do to him to make him speak.

He hoped it was clear. He was tired of shouting and he was tired of his responses drawing her laughter, her unconcern and the angry outrage of her sycophants. He watched her curiously as she declared her victory over his little battle. He was knelt near the chair, facing the door. Her leg was set on top of his shoulder, uncomfortably weighing on him.

And then Jack understood. Under his breath, he whispered a shocked "Oh no," as he saw the two prisoners being brought in. Roderick, the vintner's son and . . . Not Zel. She was too young for all this. Too innocent. She hadn't ever seen a man naked, let alone any of this sort of terror. He winced as Roderick called out. He'd hoped to keep his name a secret but this was clearly one encounter he wasn't going to win. Poor Zel looked more than humiliated for being chained and naked. Handled and groped by all of these rough-pawed men.

The sound of the whip against Roderick made Jack wince in shared pain. "Leave them alone," Jack whispered hotly, straining to look back at their tormentor. "I'm. . . I'm the one that offended."

She was one devious bitch, Jack had to admit. He could not bear to see Roderick suffering for him, not like this. These savaged would do unspeakable things to get what they wanted and that was not something he wanted to dwell on. But this last. . . "request" was too much. He had to pick. Whether he let them whip Roderick senseless or take Zel and obviously destroy that innocence that had probably warranted her capture. Roderick was sniffling but attempting to plead with his eyes that Jack not do this.

He sat, agonizing. He couldn't do this. He could not simply take Zel, not in front of this insane woman and her vile court but what would happen to Roderick? One or the other. . .Or maybe a third option if she was willing to listen Jack finally accede to her demands. "No, I-I will not, not Zel. Anything else you ask. . . I'll do so long as it doesn't harm either of these two." The next words felt bitter as bile in his mouth, "Please. I'll do anything else you want, just. . . leave them alone."

Two more vile, disgusting words, "My M-m-mistress."

He barely got them out.

 

[DivineGlaGann]

Syla's head turned. Those light green eyes observed Jack's complete change once leverage had been brought into the Fold. It amused her though those glossy lips did not smile. Once more did she place her leg over his shoulder, Zel was crouched near him, her blue eyes closing some, having heard what he was meant to do.

She'd not been with a man let alone see one and it was highly embarrassing to see her brother naked but Jack too though it stirred something within, even given the situation. What was happening. For a moment, she spared a glance to Syla. How old was she? She didn't look that old, maybe some years older than her brother and Jack, one could never know.

"Yes you did." Syla told Jack. "You spoke without realizing as a slave your place and time to speak are only through when I tell you to do so. You ran your rampant mouth not thinking that the actions you have taken will directly result to another's punishment. You are so unique in some ways, you remind me greatly to someone I once knew," She ran a hand through his hair. "A very long time ago. You believe that you have a choice in the matter on what I tell you to do." She made him look ahead at both Zel and Roderick, that gloved hand running through his hair to smooth it out almost like a lover.

"You think that you can negotiate some terms with me. You've Far disappointed me Jack, you have not earned the right to call me Mistress when I've been so nice to you. And you are right about one thing, you will do anything, I can promise you that. Again!" She raised her hand. Roderick was struck.

The sound cracking through the room like lightning striking. Zel winced, her eyes opening to look at Jack, unsure as to what he should do. She did not want her brother harmed and at the same time, she could bear the thought to losing her innocence here and now, under the eyes to those she knew as well as the ones she did not. The whip cracked against Roderick's skin again, he grunted, lowered his head only to have that blonde hair seized, his head pulled back up and the whip crashing down on his back. This time, he cried out. It struck him again.

"Jack....it's okay...." Zel replied. "Do it......" Her words were whispered. She didn't want her brother to hear. The whip struck down again and again, each more harder than the last. Flesh was being ripped open, the elder brother to Zel assaulted as time went on. Syla came down to Jack wrapping her arm around his neck.

"The more you wait, the more pain he is in. Either you take her or..." She signaled to another in the corner. A white-haired young man with amber eyes, silently observing the theatrics. He moved like the wind, arms behind his back, hands together. "Someone else will do the task."

"Leave her...alone..." Roderick cried. The whip hit him again. The sounds continued. Zel's head turned slightly at the warmth coming behind her, the white-haired servant prone to doing what Syla wanted. He sat behind her, legs spread up, raised at the knees. He went to wrap his arms around her waist. She shook her head at the Foreign intrusion though those Fingers were gentle against her skin. She tried to look back at her brother but it was too Far to turn, the whipping did not cease.

 

[KingSandy]

Jack had given up a good measure of his pride in order to spare Roderick but this evil woman wasn't generous. He should have guessed the conceding slightly would earn him nothing. Jack bit back tears of frustration. Her hand was gentle and patronizing, running through his hair. He'd have to watch his mouth, for Roderick and Zel's sake. the young noble knew that he was failing on fundamental level here. As the heir for their region, both Roderick and his sister were nominally under his protection. And there was no easy answer here, this crazy bitch wasn't letting that happen. And Jack would have to bow or see his charges suffer. He ground his teeth, looking away from those knowing, smug eyes. He was made to look at Roderick, welted and bleeding. Zel, nude and confused. Sights he'd never wished to see. Wished he could forget.

Earned the right? Would earning that right save these two? Jack flinched as the whip struck home again. He watched as the man drew Roderick's pain-strained face up, brutally tugging at the lad's hair. Again and again. Jack twitched violently each time. He was sure that Syla could feel him move, feel his mental anguish.

She was enjoying it, he was sure.

The smell of warm iron filled the air. They really were flogging the boy now, hard. Cutting skin from bone. Jack knew if this kept up that Roderick would die, from the beating or his wounds. He shook and trembled, mumbling to himself. He jumped as arms wrapped around him, that voice grinding against his skin. The more he waited. . .He closed his eyes tightly. What to do. Zel. . . Stop saying that it's okay. He didn't want this. No one did. But he had to save Roderick. One choice. Gods help him, one choice. He opened his eyes and looked at the floor very hard. He could not make eye contact. He would kill that white haired servant later. Right now, he had to stop all of this.

"I'll do it. I'll fucking. . .take her. Just please, stop hurting him."

He was crying. His lip bled from biting it so hard.

"Forgive me, Zel, Roderick. . . I'll do it, woman. However you want me to, I'll fuck her."

 

[DivineGlaGann]

The whip struck Roderick again. This time, his weight collapsed. He was rendered in a laying position on his stomach, head lowered and dry lips opened to release a lasting moan. His back was caked in blood, his own, the Flesh opened unable to heal properly given that the whip continued to smack already open wounds.

He was shaking. Forced to be brought back up on his knees, ass raised in the air, the whip pelted him there, in between. He wouldn't be good For anything. He could no longer look at Jack nor his sister, those blue eyes closed tightly, pained groans escaped him, the whip hit him again. Syla Felt Jack's twitching. One on the verge to giving in. Eventually they always did. Everywhere. Including the ones in this room, under her command, they'd been easy to break, threatening their Families, inflicting the same horror. Inwardly did she smile, hearing the whip cracking against skin, breaking it. Scarring it.

All would be reminded about what took place here. Her arms circled around his body, a Feature he would have to grow use to, they would couple soon. When ever she called For it. The longer the nobleman's son waited, the more the other two would pay. Roderick battered and Zel about to lose her virginity by some stranger.

"You better do something." Syla whispered in his ear, her tongue seeped out between her lips digging inside deep, Syla nibbled on the lobe some making eye contact with the amber-eyed servant bringing the struggling Zel into his lap. His hands massaged her stomach rising to take hold to her breasts, he Flicked her nipples between his Fingers hearing the protest in her voice, she shook her head. "Jack...."

The whip struck again.

As Syla played with his lobe, she stopped a moment when he gave in. She breathed in coming around his Front where she saw those tears, the blood on his lip. "What did you say? I didn't hear you." He would do it.

"It is not them you need to be asking Forgiveness, they're mere cattle." Her hand raised, one last slash coated Roderick's skin then abruptly the whipping stopped. The blonde boy let out a sigh, he Fell down writhing, his blood Fresh. "Give me a good show." Syla wiped Jack's eyes.

"Those tears won't shed where we are going." The woman pushed away From him, she returned back to her chair settling a slipper on his backside to push him Forward. Against Zel whom was still in that servant's lap.

"It is okay...." She opened her eyes when the whippings to Roderick stopped, all because Jackk would do what was required. No, it really wasn't okay. She'd thought about him on many occasions, daydreams, but to actually be with him, to have sex, Zel never imagined it. Like this. Tears Filled her eyes. The one behind her did not move. He instead spread her legs, bending them at the knees, his eyes still locked with Syla's, unspoken words moved between them. He would not move unless instructed by his Mistress.

 

[KingSandy]

Jack stared at Roderick's prone body. His strength had given out. He hadn't thought the lad capable of staying so quiet. But he saw the chewed up lip. He'd been holding back other than the occasional outburst about his sister. The blood coated his back like some macabre paint, running down the pale skin. And then, to Jack's utter horror, they picked him back up. They forced him into the position and whipped again and again. He could just imagine the wounds healing painfully. How stiff the boy's back and legs would be. . . for days, months or even years. And he was no longer pretty and unmarked. What fate would be for him now? If Jack assumed that his looks (and Zel's) had prompted different treatment, what would happen to poor Roderick now that he was a mess of cuts and blood? Jack felt ill.

And there was her arms around him. A grotesque parody of a lover's embrace. The young noble felt her like a weight on his back, pressuring him into making his move. Syla's honey-poison voice sinking fangs into him as she laid lips on his earlobe. Something feverish in those lips which Jack could feel as a slightly unpleasant warmth. The servant took Zel into his lap and it was all Jack could do not to leap towards them. He had no idea what he would do, chained as he was but the idea of biting out that son of a bitch's throat seemed really, really tempting.

He'd spit the blood of her favored servant all over her goddamn dress. . .

But his concession had rung one thing. The whipping stopped. Roderick was allowed to settle, to relax. Hopefully they would treat him afterwards but not after the boy got to see the show. About how life was hopeless here unless you did what you were told. Jack shook his head slightly. What a terrible lesson for a young man. For anyone.

She let him go, pushed him forward. Syla'd almost been tender in wiping away his tears. As if trying to reassure him of the rightness of his submission. Or something. Jack was no longer thinking straight.

"I'll try to be gentle, okay?" Jack whispered to Zel as he tried not to simply fall on top of her. These chains were rather useless and in the way. He set his lips on the crook of the girl's neck, sucking and licking at the sensitive skin. Trying to get her wet and in the mood so that penetration would not hurt as much. . . Unwillingly his body responded to the act that was so familiar with him, tending to a woman. But he took his time, kissing and licking tenderly every place he could reach.

And then he slowly, ever-so-slowly thrust himself inside of Zel. He heard her gasp at that, the sudden pain, the feeling of being filled by something. He knew it hurt but better him than being raped by a stranger. Jack moved his hips gently, in and out of the girl, eyes shut tightly. He whispered constantly, "Sorry, Zel, so sorry. . ."

Out loud all he said was, "Is this to your liking?"

 

[DivineGlaGann]

Syla settled back into her chair, her leg crossed over the other. She looked at the three villagers unlucky to have been brought into her possession. It reminded her Faintly to a time when she was on such an end to things. Made to endure. Rarely did she think on her own past as it served to bring her nothing. Moving her eyes away From Jack and Zel, held captive, her attention was gathered by the men standing over Roderick's quivering body.

"Mistress, this one?" They asked. He was a handsome boy but he did not interest her. She waved her hand. "Take him to the cages, with the others." She answered. And would his wounds be treated? Probably not at the moment. Zel, despite being in her own predicament, called out to her brother, hearing that he would be taken away. No. They had to stay together, it was the only way.

"Roderick..."

The boy muttered something inaudible. Nothing recognizable. It might've been her name or protest For what was to come, it wasn't known. He was pulled up, standing, his thick cock dormant, the Fight beat From his very body, his head hung limp, blue eyes opened only once to Jack nearing his sister and the servant whom held her. "Jack...don't....let them hurt....her..." Was all he could say, he was seized, blood ran down his bruised back and ass, even those long legs. The same door he came through, Roderick exited, captured. It shut tightly. The white-haired servant looked over at Syla again.

"Roderick...." Zel called out her brother's name Forced to turn around looking teary-eyed at Jack, the only one she had now, hearing his words, he'd try to be gentle. Water ran down her cheeks, she gave a small nod in understanding, her stomach twisted in knots to the impending sex. Warmth greeted her behind and before, Jack coming closer, their chains hindering a bit. She moved her head to the side, gaze Flickering on Syla's own, Zel let out a moan to lips at her neck. Something she never experienced, saying it was bad would've been lying especially that it was him. Jack. She shut her eyes.

"J-Jack..." His tender kisses brought on the suckling to her skin. She writhed, held by the white-haired servant, Zel almost did not remember where she was. She moaned, her spread legs coming to rest to Jack's waist, her bare opening exposed to him and anyone having stood close enough to see. She wanted to touch him. The natural urge, Syla knew that the girl wanted to do so, her method to having them Fuck was a single purpose, one to be revealed to Jack soon. Another revenge, another method to show how much she could make him suffer. She set down her leg then crossed the other, her hand rest in her lap, the lust not escaping her.

"....Jack...." Zel took a deep breath. The dampness developing more between her legs each kiss he planted to her skin. Was this wrong? To be turned on by this? But was it better than a stranger touching her? Yes. With her eyes closed, she was lost in thought, unaware until....eyes widened, blue hues looked down to the cock's tip seeping into her slowly, enlarging her, she gasped, eyes went to Jack's. She bit her lip. Her body was still restrained.

"Uuhhh..." Zel's breathing increased, her chest rose up and down quickly. Her nether lips sucked in the thick cock, immediately wanting to reject it like anything going deep inside, but once Jack was invading in uncharted territory, the warm inner Flesh latched around him, Zel'z innocence broken. Her head staggered back to the one holding her. She winced to the thrusting, the hips rolling to her body, she heard his apologies, over and over.

"Uuhh..." She rattled her chains, one leg collapsing, the other seeking a more comfortable position, around Jack's waist to draw him in more. The strangled pained moans subsided to a more pleasured tone. This was wrong but it was Jack. She knew him. Knew that he wouldn't do anything deliberate to hurt her and what was done now.....it protected their lives. "Jack..." Zel panted. "Jack...." She began to move to his thrusts, as innocent as it may have been, she moved, her eyes were open, looking at him. His question went unanswered by Syla, she abandoned her seat to walk over to him, she kicked his backside to push him more inside the girl.

"Harder." She spoke.

 

[KingSandy]

Jack almost froze in his movement as Roderick was taken away. Worried that he would die from the blood loss or infection. Considering the treatment he was being shown with none of the rules expected for nobility, he had little hope for Roderick's recovery if no one helped him at all. But what could he do right now? Zel called out to the retreating body of her brother. Was he even conscious anymore? Jack sighed, forcing back tears, again. He resolved that he could no longer afford to be seen crying again. He had to be strong for his people. For Zel. Roderick's last plea penetrated the stubborn anger and the sinking humiliation that permeated Jack. Don't let them hurt her. Very well. He would not. He laughed mentally at the irony. It may mean that he would have to hurt her so that she was spared much worse. Despite being as gentle and harmless as he could be as he teased a reaction out of the poor girl, he knew that it would grow more painful if he were to thrust just a little harder.

Jack flinched visibly as his ministration brought unwilling pleasure to his friend. She exposed herself to him and he almost groaned with despair at this.

She was tight, of course. Warm and slick and everything that one expected out of a pretty virgin. But Jack couldn't enjoy this and felt sour. His body did not agree with his hangups, it was enjoying itself quite thoroughly with each slow thrust. He moved just enough to go inward, trying as hard as he could to spare her any pain. And Jack felt another crack, one of the mind. She wrapped a leg around him and Jack whispered silently, "No. . .no. . ." He stared at a loss into her eyes.

A kick to his backside. Harder? Jack obeyed. He increased his pace ever so slightly so that his thrusts were a bit more powerful, reached deeper. He wasn't going faster so much as he was going harder. A thrust that would rock her backward. He said nothing, retreating to his own little happy place. How long will this take before Syla was satisfied. . . Jack hoped to blank out until she told him to stop.

His suffering was beginning to take hold.

 

[DivineGlaGann]

Syla curiously looked at Zel's expression. She lowered her Foot walking around the coupling bodies, eying them. Roderick's sister. The pain dispersing out her young Face, now pleasure took over. Exactly what the woman in charge wanted, one to not realize what they'd started until it was too late. Zel's eyes bore into Jack's, his words, the pleading silent ones only shared between them. He...didn't want this. She turned her head. Ashamed, her leg still woven around him unable to move other than to meet the thrusts he gave to her.

She enjoyed this. Having the nobleman's son take her innocence. In a way, she belonged to him or was that what the woman Syla wanted? "Jack...." Zel screamed out his name, her head arching back against the servant holding her in place. One hand snaked down her slender thigh parting that occasional collapsing leg to grant the boy more access as it was spoken by his Mistress, she wanted to see it harder. Zel's lip clenched.

Her smoldering insides grabbing that wet cock, the more he pushed inside her, the more she writhed against him going to her own place where they indeed did this but without the stress to being captured. They were alone. Wanting to one another. Zel was sixteen, she never considered to be in the same league as Jack, he was From noble blood, she and her Family were underneath him but still she hoped back then that maybe one day....he would notice. And here they were. Closer than two people could get.

"Oh....Jack..." Zel could not quiet the sounds erupting From her mouth the more he drove in and out, her body shook the harder the thrusts came into her. Her breasts shook, the nipples mashed in by that servant then coming to rise once more.

"Jack...." Zel was glad, in the thoughts to her mind, that Roderick did not hear this, he would be Furious or perhaps something else. She didn't know. The chains rattled. The only other sounds heard in the room besides Zel's moaning and her skin slapped by the thrusts. Once again, she looked at him. Jack, wanted to know what he was thinking, nothing good.

Pure turmoil, much like her own mind. Her nether lips enlarged, breasts swelled as a peak was coming. The orgasm to this illicit survival act, how had they gone From peace in the village to this? Zel moaned in a series. Syla now had done a complete circle around them, her hand trailing over that white-haired servant's Face, his mouth opened to take in her Finger, sucking gently, eyes showing complete lust towards her and she granting him Favor. She came back around removing her hand, watching the younger girl's breasts bounce up and down, they swelled with the anticipation to the building climax. She knew all to well. "Are you close...J-a-c-k?" She taunted him.

"Close to spilling your seed?" She pressed down on his backside again coming around him. "Don't make her do it. Don't let that heart take you in." Her cryptic warning. "You will become broken, I promise you." What exactly did her words mean...? Zel wondered this as she could not take anymore.

How she badly wanted to run her hands through Jack's hair, to provide him some comfort despite being at a wrestle in her own mind whether she should like what he was doing to her. It wasn't because he liked her, he had to do this and why was that woman here watching this? "Uhh. Uhh. Uhh." She rose her body up to meet his thrusts in a one two motion then arched her entire Form, a scream leaving her, her sentiment raining down on his already slickened cock bringing it inside better. "Uhhh..." Zel collapsed, her body still moving slowly. Breath was hitched and her cheeks red.
Syla knelt behind Jack. "Come For me." She sounded almost human. With her gloved removed, she parted his ass cheeks probing a Finger inside him to that entrance sinking it deeper, wiggling it around. "Come For me." She told him.

 

[KingSandy]

Jack frowned, anxious. Zel seemed to be going through several different feelings at once and not one of them put Jack at ease. Her looks put out words that Jack knew and understood. How she had longed for him. For this. Talked up by the girls that Jack had put attentions to, only for the fun of bedding someone. It had been easy, really. A rich young man, handsome and willing was easily able to convince a young lady to part with her virtue. No matter who or what, in the village, Jack had had his fun. Most girls understood what it was, just fun. Not that damning thing that the churches said or the parents, too. Just roses and sighs and a lover's thighs. But Zel, Jack had never pursued her. Too young for his taste, too innocent. Furthermore, Jack had actually like Roderick and considered his sister off-limits as an extension of their friendship.

Apparently, Zel had had different thoughts. The hurt on her face as, the confusion was almost too much for Jack to stand. He didn't mean for this to happen or if this had occurred, not like this. He would never have bedded her like this. No need to be public about it in any form. A gentleman was always discrete when it same to his pleasure or business.

But Zel's body and her moans we getting to him. He could feel the pressure building and he didn't like the idea at all. The young noble saw the servant's hands teasing and tugging at Zel's nipples, heightening her pleasure and obviously hurting her.

The woman circled, taunting him. Jack was indeed getting closer and closer to filling the poor girl with his seed. He grimaced the way the servant sucked on that gloved finger. Silently obedient and always lewd, lecherously open. Was that to be Jack's fate? To be that silent whore that this woman simply paraded around in a mockery of affection? He sighed, trying to abate his pace slightly. But his body moved almost automatically.

"Don't make her do it?" "You will become broken," Jack could make head nor tails of this warning. Her crooning voice and riddling words were simply sources of agitation. His body ached, screamed to finish. Jack knew from how Zel's pussy tightened around his shaft that she too was very close. And then suddenly, she stiffened, her voice crying out. Jack felt liquid soak him down there and even somewhat across his chest. Zel was a squirter. . . How-Jack cut off his own thoughts.

Jack stared sympathetically at the spent girl, arching unwillingly deeper as Syla probed his tight little hole. This proved to be too much along with his thrusts and how tight Zel was. Jack's entire body was quivering with tension and then he melted, at his Mistress's gentle urge and probing finger, spurting his seed all within Zel.

He lay limp, halfway on his side, staring wearily up at Syla. He was too tired to glare, to be angry.

"Come for you. . ." He whispered somewhat bitterly, closing his eyes in utter shame.

 

[DivineGlaGann]

Syla branded him more. Her finger etching in deeper. Exploring it as he was driving in and out Zel's tight slit, the girl, having orgasmed once, was on the verge to another with the white-haired servant touching her breasts mercilessly, squeezing the erect pink nipples as much as possible. Even Zel's breasts came cupped in his hands, he twisted them around, eyes never leaving his Mistress nor did he seem to have any discomfort having another male somewhat close, they were all under her spell, Syla's, whatever it may be. How ever it came to be.

Light green eyes watched Jack's movements, Zel's leg coming to enclose more around his waist in the obvious pleasure, moans filled the room once more, louder than the last. She inhaled with a deep breath looking at the man taking her virginity as he went inside her deeper. She whimpered to this. It felt good.

Her insides didn't want to let him go and they didn't. They closed around his cock again. She continued to moan all while looking into his eyes not knowing what Syla was doing behind him and with the servant touching her sensitive breasts, Zel arched her head, her little body racked with thrusts, and screamed out again, the precise moment when the nobleman's son came, filling her with his seed. Her body spasmed. Teeth clenched down, the feeling was overwhelming. One she would never forget. She collapsed against the servant whom held her, eyes looking at Jack. She tried to touch him but that one behind removed her from being plugged by the boy.

The two would be lying on the floor together, that servant opened Zel's legs putting a cloth between them where blood had indicated her lost innocence, she had no energy to fight him, though her legs closed some, head turned away with the best sight being to look at Jack whom was looking at Syla. "And indeed you did." The Mistress smiled, perhaps pleased. She took a cloth from her bosom to wipe his cock. "That was most splendid, your willingness to stop the pain from your, friend I can assume, by taking this girl's virginity, she must be related to him, which makes it even better. I like you Jack, a lot." Syla put her foot on his side to turn him onto his back ignoring Zel's looks.

"Your spirit. When you first came here you were making such groundless demands it nearly made me laugh. You were cute in doing so but as you can see, they will get you no where. This village you hold dear and the occupants belong to me. The life I shall provide can either be good or bad depending solely on you. The only thing that will help you is obedience. You act like a savage and you shall be treated like one. I'll make you watch as seven of my men take this girl making it impossible for her to ever be with another man or maybe I will let them take you, do not cross me, do not test me. Despite my calm manner I can get rather annoyed very quickly." The woman turned around.

"Get them up, it should be night around now, we will be leaving. Burn any evidence and kill any little cunt deciding to be a rebel. I am through here. I said get them up, hurry now." Syla walked with supreme confidence. She stole a look to Jack with those lips curved down. The servant pulled Zel to her feet and did the same with Jack, he was joined by another to help him. "They will be with me." Syla called out as she walked through the door.

Zel looked at Jack but she was pushed ahead, her walking distorted and sore having promptly been with a man. She'd not be able to say anything to him, this is what made her sad. Her head lowered. She walked ahead feeling suddenly ashamed, wanting to cover her body, to not be a sight in front of these men including Jack. He'd only done it to save Roderick, nothing more. A fool she'd been to let her inner lust take over. She desired him mentally and physically, this was no lie. They walked down the long hallway where people whimpered in the cells, now being opened by Syla's men. Some yelled in rebellion but soon came cut down as instructed, their screams were defeaning.

Zel closed her eyes. The servants pushed the two ahead shrouded in the dim, torch-lit, lighting, where were they being taken? Turning a corner, there came some stairs leading up through a passage way outside into the forest.

This was the village prison, Zel realized, it was where they kept road rogues trying to start trouble. Immediately outside could she smell smoke, the fire spread, their home would be no more. Nearby came an onslaught carriage convoy with schools and schools of horses to lead them. Cages were attached to the cages, some already filled with naked villagers, calling out to Jack, did he know what was going on? Syla looked at them. "Quiet you whores, he is not the one you should be talking to. You are now property belonging to me. You will satisfy my needs including those to the clients I have, failure to do so will result in death, not to your own being but those you cherish and love. Make me not repeat what I have said again." She cocked her head to a lead carriage, a fine red, without a cage. A eight horse team lead it awaiting her arrival. She turned around to Jack.

"Have you gotten your rest slave?" A smile turned up on her lips. "You will be pleasuring me now." She spied Zel looking at them or moreso him. "We shall have an audience." The madwoman explained.

 

[KingSandy]

Jack was motivated by the questing finger to continue thrusting into Zel and Jack shivered inwardly with disgust as he began to enjoy that prodding finger. The servant teased and pinched the girl mercilessly and what Jack found most disconcerting was his focus on Syla. No matter was happening or who was near, all he seemed to see was Syla. The servant's sparse clothing was covered in the lovemaking's remains. A little blood, more semen and just as much of Zel's liquor as the other two. And from the urgency of Zel's movement, the way she tightened around his cock, his waist, the young noble knew that she was on her way to another orgasm. And Jack could no longer help himself. He was still sort of dribbling into her. Tight tight around him and Jack could feel the tension in her body. He still had the disturbing feeling that Zel found this somehow romantic.

She was too damn young. She was probably hurt and confused and Jack could not comfort her in anyway because he himself was only guessing as to her feelings, interpreting those looks she gave him while he, in his shame, tried not to make eye contact. More so now, now that all he could really feel was that alien finger inside of him, violating him the way his captor's voice did. Disgusting but oh-so-good. He couldn't believe how it felt but he didn't want to enjoy it. He couldn't enjoy what this crazy woman was doing, this savage.

After Zel's second orgasm, the yellow-eyed prick pulled her away even as she had apparently tried to reach for him. Jack could only watch Syla who gloated in that sickeningly alluring voice. Insanity seemed to crackle forth from her inviting lips. He barely moved as she wiped him clean of the mess he'd made and said nothing. What could he say to such evil? She enjoyed that he'd done what she'd wanted, just for the pleasure of inflicting pain and misery on her captives. How had she ever become popular enough to stay in power was anyone's guess.

Or the headsman's .

Jack was lifted to his feet as was Zel. He noticed, belatedly, that there were more hands than necessary and they felt him up just as much as they did Zel. And he nodded to Syla, "Of course. I must protect my people." A simple statement that was intended to show that he was not cowed by her tone nor her temper. But he would do what any true high-born would do and protect his people. Even if that meant serving her in whatever sick manner she wished. Whatever the humiliation, he would obey to the best of his ability.

Jack was frogmarched through the hallway. He could hear the dying, smell the iron blood and the smells of loosened bowels. He could not stomach this. His people were dying, despite everything that he could do. And onward they were pushed, half carried. People called out to him and Jack knew that he was the only one they could turn to. His parents were probably dead. And no one in the kingdom would know until it was far too late for any sort of retaliation. Really thought this through, the bastards, thought Jack as he was lead out of the building.

It had been a few minutes and then she turned to him with that horrid smile, that predatory smirk. Jack lowered his gaze, knowing that everyone could hear the exchange. "Whatever you desire, I'm ready, I hope I will please you." An audience? Oh no, not Zel. Poor Zel. The poor girl would be a party to even more humiliation. And Jack would suffer in this.

All so "Mistress" could prove who he belonged to.

 

[DivineGlaGann]

"An audience. Yes." Syla grinned, another real emotional act though not by much. She looked at his expression, the lowering gaze. Did he know what she meant? Truly he did. Zel was catching the looks between them, hearing the words, her deep blue eyes focused on the one having taken her virginity, still they'd not gotten the chance to talk and it was a wonder whether or not they ever would. Syla approached Jack reaching down below to hold his cock in her palm.

"And you will please me boy, right in my carriage. We both will scream until our throats can no longer do so. Tis nice to know that you are the obedient one...though I cannot help but wonder, to what extent." She brought her mouth over his knowing full well the girl he'd slept with was staring. Zel turned her gaze to the ground, her own bare feet, quivering legs and the soreness between them. She raised her head as to wonder where Roderick had been taken. Was he alright...

And thoughts returned to Jack.. His touch. What they did. It was to satisfy Syla but then she couldn't help but feel some draw to it. Zel shook her head. She stole another glance to Syla's long arms reaching around Jack's neck, her body pressing to his.

"For your people, you almost sound as though you care, you really don't. I know you don't. We as humans tend to think about ourselves and nothing more." She removed her arms trailing a finger across his chest, her lithe movements to the lead carriage meant that was their destination. Servants immediately rushed to push ahead the two while one was on que to open the door for Syla. He held her hand, kissing it. She did not look at him while climbing inside upon seats made to a fine leather cushion, black in color. The scent inside was one to a lavender vanilla.

The Mistress pressed down her dress crossing her legs. Zel and Jack would be brought inside, the carriage was big enough to house at least seven people. Three servants also climbed inside, two sitting on Zel's opposite while one on Jack whom was to sit beside Syla. The blonde woman ran a hand through her hair emotionlessly. She directed her hand down below, the servant shoved Jack on the floor. "Now how are you going to please me Jack?" Syla asked him, her eyes looked directly into Zel's own, outside the carriage there were screams heard, voices hushed, and the lead carriage began to strike forward with all the occupants it would carry inside.

 

[KingSandy]

This queen bitch was enjoying her power over him and causing him all kinds of problems, too. He wondered how long he could last through this. How long Zel would be forced to play the game before she lost, too. Jack could not let himself be distracted by the girl, despite his sympathy. If he didn't do what the mad woman said, there'd be more blood on his hands. She didn't go after him, after all. His people would die in horrible ways and all JAck had to do to save them was fuck like a good little stud puppy. He wasn't enjoying the experience at all. She held his cock in her palm and Jack made a good attempt to stay absolutely still as she did so. He ignored her little rant about obedience and speculating about how obedient he was. He would keep his people alive. He wasn't going to break down and get turned into that silent. . . thing that had molested Zel. He didn't consider him a person anymore. He could not bring himself to return Syla's kiss. It was just to rankle the poor girl, to torment her and Jack as well. To distract them from what was happening. And Roderick.

Did they treat him? Or had they simply killed him to save trouble?

Sounds more like them, Jack thought bitterly, confusing practicality for barbarism.

"I do care, M-mi-Lady," Jack managed to keep an even tone, "They are my people. You and yours may think of nothing but yourselves but I am not like you. Humanity, as a whole, can be decent. If I had thought you would let my people go if you got to kill me, then I would bare my throat without hesitation. But in this case, I am under no delusion as to your word or sense of compassion and honor. You lack everything that make up a person and think yourself strong because of it." He let himself be pushed into the carriage, nestled right up against Syla until he was unceremoniously dumped to the floor of the carriage. Zel was allowed to sit, to watch. He stared up at the woman as the carriage jerked forward.
They were moving.

"With my mouth, Lady, if you would allow me to taste you." Jack kept it formal. He'd said this before, several times but in a different tone and manner. There was no coy or sly charm to his tone here. Just brief and businesslike. He was not about to deal with the idea that Zel thought he preferred their tormentor. He knew that she felt used but what could he do? Hopefully, if he had time, he could explain himself.