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The Prisoner (Cassidy(; x Autumn Queen)

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Autumn Queen

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The night had been brutally cold, though thankfully spring was breaking and the walls of the dungeon were partially submerged into the insulating ground. From the cell where they had thrown the newest prisoner, a woman caught fisting a loaf of bread and a dried wedge of cheese from the open market, only the faintest hint of daylight could be seen bouncing off the walls. Most of the light came from the oily torches hanging on the walls, and the scant heat they gave off was very much appreciated by all who spent their last years of life in the king's dungeon.

The cell was small and empty, save for soiled rushes stained with vomit, excrement, and worse, and the occasional rat. The pot in the corner had not been changed in ages, if ever, and a constant dripping in the corner added to the clammy coldness in the air. A worn, dirty and torn thin blanket was all the prisoner was given to warm herself with. She was lucky to have even that.

Sounds of the shift change vibrated through the corridors of the cells. Several of the other prisoners, who she could hear but not see, began to shift towards the front of their barred cells. She could certainly smell them; the rank odor of sour bodies permeated everything. Only the smell of filth running down small furrows cut into the rock added any change to the sickening stench of the damned.
 
The rumors about the prison here had all been correct, if not worse. The entire place had a smell that made you want to throw up the minute that you entered it. In the several hours Karri had already been there she had thrown up exactly seven times. To her dismay there was already a pile in the corner of her cell where who knows how many prisoners before her had thrown up due to that very same smell. It seemed to be worse when the other prisoners moved around. She wasn't sure at this point if she should have chosen this option as her punishment.

Prison for life or a public flogging and her hands severed from her wrists. She had been given twenty four hours, under guarded watch to make sure she didn't run, to make her decision. A list had been made in her attempt to decide what she should do. Her family had encouraged her to go with this option. Atleast she would have her hands, they said. Atleast she wouldn't be beaten they said. A cough came from her lips and lasted for several minutes before dying done. A result of the dampness in the air. How many people had made it through years in here? How many had died of illness? She figured that she would have plenty of time to ponder all of that later.

Shift change was nosier than she had expected it to be. Old guards, who seemed nice enough, were leaving and new ones were coming in for the night. All of the other prisoners drifted towards their bars to see who was coming in and as a result the smell of urine, feces, and who knows what else to move around and waft around the prison. Please let my miserable life end soon...
 
A hunched over man with a pot of something warm and steamy came by and used a dirty ladle to slop food into the outstretched wooden platters that some of the prisoners held out. The platters might have been flat at one time but the endless scraping of fingernails across their surfaces hollowed most of them out. Those who had no platters held out their hands and the man slopped food into bare, grubby palms. Karri could even see some people lower their faces to the floor to lick up the bits of food that had overflowed.

When the man got to Karri's cell he paused and sucked on a crooked yellow tooth in his mouth. "Where'd yer plate get ta? Well put out yer hands then or the food goes on da ground!" He looked old and wrinkled and worn but in fact was only pushing forty. The life working in the dungeons and then toiling in the sun caused many to age prematurely. People were lucky to survive the diseases and poverty enough to see fifty years old, and most considered forty to be a good age for grandparents to live to.

Several guards filtered into the dungeon's lower quarters and among these was a tall, thick man with cruel eyes. His oily hair had been tied back. He wore soft, stained leathers and smelled like sweat and stale alcohol. "Well, wot's this?" His hands gripped the bars of Karri's cell. "I heard we's got us a new little sweets. 'Ow are ye, lovely?"
 
The food almost smelled worse than the people inhabiting this wretched place. She could hear heavy footsteps pause every few seconds followed by a small thump sound and more footsteps. Eventually they paused in front of her cell and she looked up at the volatile man standing before her, leering. "I'd rather it go on the ground for the rats." She wasn't hungry enough yet to force herself into eating that excuse for food. Her plate remained in the corner near the bars collecting dust. His stench brought a wrinkle to her nose but she was sad to admit he was the nicest smelling thing in here, herself included. Upon entering the prison she was given a dress that had rags sewn in to cover the holes. Stains of she didn't even want to know what covered most of the thing and it stunk like urine and sweat.

Her body inched back as far as she could away from him, her back pressing up against the cold stone wall. "Please just leave me alone." Her words sounded almost strong but inside she was shaking. There really were no rules on how the prisoners were to be treated and it wasn't rare to hear awful stories. Karri shook her head, trying to rid the thoughts from her mind.
 
The brute of a man waggled his tongue at her. "Dun worry yerself, missy. I'll be about my rounds'n you an me be getting ta know each other better." He grinned. "Ain't that right, Kipper?"

The scrawny food server nodded. "And scraps are ours too, rig' Ben? We gets us a bit of hoochie-hoo too?"

He smacked the skinny man's head and nodded. "Yeah now shut yer yap you foul rotted finger dick. I gets her first everah night- you mess up an I'll cut off yer li'l playstick, yah? I gets first dips!" He reached through the bars and almost reached Karri's dress. "Dun worry yerself, I's gots a key. We'll be gettin' togethah soon. Verah soon." He smiled and looked her over. "Ye gots a long time tah think about it."
 
His words caused tears to well up in her eyes and run freely down her cheeks. Her worst nightmare was coming true, and apparently it was going to happen soon. "Please no.." Her words were an unable whisper, only she could hear them. Soft sobs caused her shoulders the shake and the girl drew her knees up to her chest so she could lay her head down on them. There was no window in her cell, no way of escape. The bars were metal. Maybe when he came in there she could get out? A million scenarios ran through her mind but they all ended in the same way: her getting caught and killed. Maybe being put to death would be a better fate than this one, but what would happen to her before her sentence? Most people who were sentenced to death stayed here at least several weeks if not a few months first. All in all her situation seemed extremely bleak.
 
A few hours later the burly guard came strolling back to Karr's cell. He was carrying a set of manacles in his strong, dirt-encrusted hands and swaying them to and fro as he walked. "Et's playtime my little morsel." His grin revealed the dark stains on his teeth. He played with a gap near the front, sticking his pink thick tongue through the hole as he walked. "Turns around and put yer hands behind yerself. We's goin' fer a walk ta somewhere more.... special."

Another guard came trotting down the stairs at that time and saw Karri with the brute. "Hey Ben... this a new un?" He was younger by a handful of years and looked a good deal less jaded. His eyes traveled over Karri's form and then back to Ben.

"Yep, she's mah new favorite." He looked over at the other. "Ah gives ye a taste later."

The younger man looked at Karri and a flicker of pity crossed his face, but he continued down the hall and away, leaving her to her fate.

Ben grinned at Karri. "Come on then, dun make this harder harder'n it 'as ta be. Ye might even likes it."
 
Karri had tried dozing off the w hole time he was gone, praying that this was just some nightmare and she would wake up soon. When the guard came back though she instantly stood and looked at him in a panic. Her body inched its way to the other end of the cell, trying to make herself as small as possible. Her ears didn't want to hear what he was saying and the only thing that stopped her from screaming back at him was a different man walking by. He looked actually saddened for her. She pleaded silently to him to please, help her. Get this man away from him. To her utter dismay he chose the apparently easier way and left her there with him. "No. Leave me alone!' There was no way she was going to stand there and make it that much easier for this man to hurt her in all the ways she feared, but deep down knew, that he would.
 
"Ach now, dun be like that missy; yous a sweet thing and it be a shame ta 'ave ta beat ye ferst. Let's go nice an sweet an they'll be no reason ta gets nasty." He grinned and smacked the manacles across the bars, sending a harsh ringing through the dungeons. He leaned against the bars and she could see that his phallus was already growing hard and pressing against the thin fabric of his trousers. He licked his lips with a fat, pale tongue as he looked at her shivering body and thought of how he'd like to use her first.

Ben growled and slammed the manacles against the bars. "Get over here! Come here and do what you're told, bitch, or I'll make ye sorry!"
 
She took in the whole scene before her, him standing there waiting for her and acting as if she was his personal toy. She was probably about to be, but not without at least a small fight from her. "Someone! Please help me!" Karri screamed as loud as she possibly could with the hopes that anyone, possibly the guard she had seen earlier, would come save her from the man before her. She remained in the corner of the dingy cell, the furthest one from the bars. Maybe he would get bored and decide to leave her alone, go to someone more docile than herself.
 
By then he had gotten really mad. How dare she call out for help? As if it would ever come... help was not in the cards for her. Thieves got their hands cut off; she was lucky that she was still intact.

Well, until he got hold of her.

Ben unlocked the cell with a key hanging from his belt and then smashed the door behind him with a loud ~clang!~ Rats that had been eating peaceably in the nearby corners scattered with shrieks of alarm. He began to stalk the little prisoner in the corner.

"I'm givin' you one more chance, bitch. Turn around and give me yer hands or I'm going to start yer beating now... with these..." he held the metal manacles in his right hand, indicating that he'd flog her with them if she resisted.
 
Karri yelped when he came in and slammed the metal door. No one in the entire prison had even attempted to come to her head, they were just going to leave her there and let him do whatever he wanted with her. She looked at the manacles in his hands and gulped, staying where she was in the corner of the room. Her mind was going crazy, she was trying to figure out what would be worse. Get beaten now and raped later, or agree to be raped and still beaten later. "Please just leave me alone.." Maybe he was just bluffing? He wouldn't really beat her with those, would her.
 
"You. Stupid. Bitch." He stalked forward, his heavy steps making the soft pudge of his stomach move as he got closer to her. Once he was within an arm's reach he swung the manacles with a brutal grunt and smacked them next to Karri's head to frighten her.

"Now get over here!" If she didn't obey now he'd hit her with the manacles. He didn't care; he was used to having prisoners do what he said when he said it. He loved the power that being a guard gave him, and he loved the way he felt when he took what he wanted from these scums of the earth. The very thought of breaking her and piercing his stubby, thick cock into her body and making her scream as he rammed her repeatedly made him grow hard.

He was going to give her one more chance, and then all bets were off.
 
She yelped when the manacles were hit right next to her head. She skittered over to him and put her hands behind her back, afraid of the beating she would get with those now. Tears ran down her cheeks as she stood there, still praying someone would come save her from this cruel man. "Please, please don't do this. Please just let me go!" Her words were filled with panic and it took her a few moments to get them out through the sobs. Why was he doing this to her? There were so many other people in here... She stopped that thought than, ashamed of herself. She wouldn't wish this on anyone else in there, and it was wrong of her to think that way.
 
Ben grinned through his rotted teeth as he grabbed her wrists. "It's about time, wench," he growled. He snapped one set of tethers around her wrist and then grabbed the other and shoved her chest against the hard stone wall. His thick, hardened phallus pressed against the small of her back and then he swept it across the swell of her buttocks before finally nestling it in the valley of her ass.

"Feel that? I'm'll gonna put that inside of you tonight, and yer gonna like it." He bent down and drew his plump tongue along the side of her neck before burying it in her ear. It was a warm, fragrant mess.

The other manacle clamped around her tiny wrist and closed cruelly around her bones. He yanked her arms up behind her hard, jerking the muscles of her shoulder and sending pains through her system. "Yeah... I'm'll gonna fuck you, but first we gonna have us some fun, eh girl? You gonna love your time here," he chuckled and began to drag her out of her putrid cell.
 
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