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Where's My Happy Ending? ((butterfly0408/Kolath))

Crista had tasted the lash of a whip before. This was more like a stab of a knife to her back. "AHHH!!" she screamed out bloody murder as she stopped crawling at Jacquelyn's hand and just fell to the ground in pure pain!
 
â??Get her up and in those cuffs.â?

The two girls were quick to obey using the loss of strength brought on by pain to quickly secure Cristaâ??s hands in the chains. Her toes would barely touch the ground so most of her weight would be born on her arms.

With another snap the whip shot out but this time it did not strike Crista. It sunk into the red headâ??s arm and was ripped back horridly. Making a trail of blood run down her arm.

The poor girl whimpered and covered the wound and knelt down crawling over to Heylel her head down close to the ground. â??Iâ??m sorry master she was just so strong.â? .

He back handed her growling. â?? You know better than to make excuses.â? He turned from the cringing girl and moved closer to Crista his hand rubbing down her scarred back. â??Nicely healed, too bad I may have to reopen them.â?
 
Crista tried to flinch away from his touch, but it was hard in her current to do so without her body swinging closer to the very touch she was attempting to avoid. She didn't want to beg, for there was no reason she should. Damn it, she had begged and pleaded for years! She didn't want to anymore but... the thought of feeling that horrid whip again... she had to bite her lip to keep from pleading with him now.
 
Heylel pulled out a knife from a sheath around his back and gently let the tip brush over Cristaâ??s back. He smirked and with a sudden flick opened a scar from the whipping she had received. Leaning down he licked at the newly forming blood and growled gently. â??You taste sweet my little Crista I can see why Aiden wanted you.â? He nodded to the red headed girl who despite to redeem herself moved down in front of Crista and pushed her face between her thighs licking at her clit and pussy her tongue talented knowing just what to do.
 
"AHHH!!!" She screamed out once again, flinching harshly to attempt to escape his knife! "Stop! Stop it!" she cried out before gasping and looking down to find the red head deep in her womanhood. "STOP!" She cried again, quickly kneeing the red head in the face and away from her pussy. As she attempted to recover and go back to what he had commanded of her, all the red head got was a kick in the face from Crista's foot.
 
Heylel laughed as she fought off the red head. He grabbed her hair pulling her head back the sharp knife nicking lightly at her throat. â??I thought you would have given in by now.â? He pulled back the knife disappearing from his hand as he spun on his heel creating enough force to bring the whip down across her back leaving a ugly gash from shoulder to hip. â??You will learn that whatever I say goes and whatever these two,â? he turned her head toward the red head and the raven haired girl. â??Whatever they do is by my orders and so is just as good as what I say. Resist them and you resist me.â?
 
Crista once again cried out, gritting her teeth towards the end though, trying her best to get through the overwhelming pain. It was distracting however, to feel her own blood dripping slowly down her back. Half of her screamed to just give in to him. Nod, agree, and get on with her life. NO! This was not her life! This wasn't how it was suppose to be! "Go... to hell..." she growled out. Though, the moment after, she wished she had not said it. To late though so, "Go the hell and burn there!"
 
He smirked and with a simple head nod the other two girls started moving things lowering her chains as he attached more to her ankles and they were lifted up to be level with her shoulders. He entire body hung about waist height on Heylel. â??Oh my dear I plan on going there and I plan on ruling it.â? the knife slipped out of it sheath again and he quite suddenly pushed the thick hilt into her pussy.
 
The red head smirked, her lip bloody, "You're gonna get it now..." she almost seemed to growl in the dark from where ever she had coward away to.

"Stop...!" Crista said once again. But this time, it was hardly the command it had been earlier. He was making her vulnerable with every passing second and already her once strong tone was filling with fear. "...just... stop it... stop...." She was close to sounding like she was pleading with her.
 
Heylel worked the knife hilt inside her pussy slowly pressing it deep against her cervix the cross guard pressing against her clit and ass. He started roughly thrusting it in deep against her cervix making the chains swing a little with each thrust. â??You will learn your place Crista. You are no longer a princeâ??s bitch you are my toy now to be used however I want.â?
 
"NO!" She cried out in alarm, especially as he pushed the knife deeper into her still. After all, she had only had one man inside her and that was Aiden. As Haylel pressed the knife in, it was longer then Aiden and started to reach a part of her that Aiden had not. Then the alarm turned to real cries of pain as her whole body began to struggle almost violently against the chains, trying to get him away from her and that damn knife hilt out of her. "NO!!! STOP!!" Yet again, her stop was not a command anymore, but reduced to a desperate plea.
 
He laughed softly suddenly granting her wish by roughly pulling the knife hilt out. His hand replaced it rubbing against her clit knowing just what to do to encourage a womanâ??s body to become wet no matter how much they didnâ??t want too. â??My my look at you.â? His hand pulled away from her pussy and he moved around to the front showing her his fingers which were wet with her juices. â??You are a good little bitch arenâ??t you? You love getting wet to someone forcing you to do something donâ??t you?â? he slapped her face hard grabbing her chin forcing her to look at him. â??You want to be fucked I can see it in your eyes.â?
 
Her eyes were filled with anything but want. Tears, yes. Fear, yes. Want, never. But looking into his evil eyes only made Crista realize all the more what kind of trouble she was really in. Aiden had no idea where she was and she didn't even know if he even realized yet she was gone. She didn't know where she was so how could he have any clue. And one look into Haylel's eyes and she knew he was going to make her suffer even worse then what he was doing now or even what he was about to do. Meekly, she would only shake her head ever so slightly 'no' and whimper out, "I want to go home..."
 
He smiled and kissed her almost tenderly. â??You are home.â? He moved back around behind her and the raven haired girl came over to him undoing his pants and freeing his cock. He was close to the same size as Aiden and pulling off his shirt he moved between Cristaâ??s legs and rubbed his tip against her pussy getting it wet with the little bit of juices that the stimulation had caused. â??You are now mine.â? Saying that he drove deep into her.
 
Two long, terribly weeks passed.......

Crista was in hell on earth. No. Hell would be a better place to be perhaps. Heylel broke her easily within the first few days, leaving her beaten and broken most nights. And when he was not there to make her life hell, his two favorites did it for him. They both took great pleasure in making her life worse after the way she had lashed out against them at first. But they did spread the pain to the other girls as well.

She came to learn much about the other girls she shared her surrounding with. The raven haired girl was, as he had called her, Jacqueline and her friend the red head was Shannon. Both had been with Heylel for years, knowing no other master but him which explained their loyalty even when they were treated just as harsh as she was.

As for the other two girls, they were much like her. The one whom had been riding the horse that first day had been there some time and while she learned to accept and just do what she was told, she was not loyal as the others. She was the brown haired Rebeca whom had come into Heylel's possession over a gambling debt her rich father owed. As far as the outside world knew, she had moved fair away to wed in an arranged marriage to some foreigner. Little did anyone know, she was not that far away.

The last girl, well, perhaps story was the saddest of all. Even worse then her own Crista thought. She was Marie, whom Heylel had quite kidnapped right out of her marriage bed. She and her husband had just been married. They were simple, poor folk with little in the world including family. She would have been a maiden that night. But before they could even consummate the marriage, Heylel, the lord of the land they lived on, came claiming the old rights of the lord. Her husband fought him off and Marie had to watch as Heylel made her a widow before she could even be a wife.

As bad as she had it, Crista still thought of others over herself. When she was bloody and could hardly move, and a bit of food was thrown their way, she tried to get Marie to take some of the little bit that was her own. She feared that Marie had no will to live left within her and Crista could not bear to see the only friendly voice and face in this place leave her. Perhaps it was selfish of her, but she needed Marie to keep herself sane.

The thoughts of Aiden were the only hope she had left. Heylel tried time and time again to put her their love down, but in her heart she knew he had to be looking for her still. At least... she hoped he was. If she didn't have that hope within her... she feared that she would loose her will to go on just as poor Marie had.
 
Two weeks had passed. Aiden was beyond angry, not only had his father insisted that Aiden not leave the castle grounds to search for Crista but whenever orders were given to search the nearby castles something always stopped them. Having had enough Aiden now stood before his father barely maintaining the respectful composure required by etiquette. â??Damn it father how can you still stand in my way from going to find her!? She was taken right from the castle how can you not see the problem?â?

The king shook his head slowly, â??Aiden she might just not have enjoyed your advances. After all you admit that she stayed the night in your room. Perhaps she merely thought you would kill her if she refused you.â?
Aiden was already interjecting, â??No no she was all for it she came to me. I would never have touched her without her permission. I am not you father.â? The last was said intentionally trying to cut into his father knowing that was one of the biggest problems his father had with him.

Rage boiled just below the surface now the kingâ??s eyes. â??Yes and if you would just learn your place and accept that duty that god gave you this would not be a problem! I will hear no more of this your mother and I will announce your choice for bride soon.â? Aiden was clearly about to say something else but the King merely motioned to his guards. â??Show the prince out.â?

Aiden was about as ready to blow as his father as he turned on his heel and started out of the room. He stopped at the door looking back at his father. â??My duty is not to impregnate every woman in the land creating so many heirs to the throne that even your own son isnâ??t sure itâ??s his,â? and left.
 
The queen watched her son leave the room, feeling the same pain inside he could so easily show. It was one thing her surely got from his father, for he wore his heart on his sleeve so unlike her. Thank god he got her heart though.

But while she could not speak up in public, now it was just herself and her husband. No, her and the king. He was not a good husband. Aiden would be a good husband, especially to Crista. That is if ever they found her.

"Rodrick," she meekly called him by his real, true, birth name, hoping she could get through to him. Connect to a part of his heart... if it was still in there anywhere. "He'll marry no other, you know that. He loves that girl and she DOES qualify as a Nobel born woman. If only you'll let him search he may actually find her. Don't you want you son to be happy Rodrick? Happy like... like we never were?"
 
Roderick looked over at his queen a anger in his eyes that had not been there in many years. The last time that it was seen was on their wedding day as he stood at the altar. â??Aiden is a stupid boy that doesnâ??t know the first thing about the world. There is no happiness in marriage you of all people should know that.â?

Roderick went over to the desk pulling out a piece of paper. â??Besides it doesnâ??t matter even if he searched a hundred years he would never find her. She will never be found.â? There was a slight hint of a smile in his voice as he started to write out the announcement of Aidenâ??s engagement.
 
There was silence for a few moments as a realization slowly swept over the queen.... before... "Rodrick....... what did you do with her?"

How did she not see it before this moment? Who else could be responsible? Crista vanished without a trace from right within the castle walls. Even if she had walked out on her own, she would have been seen. The only way was if it was... arranged... for her to vanish. "Rodrick, is she alive? Please tell me she is alive at the very least."
 
Roderick turned slowly looking into his queenâ??s eyes. There was a glint of pleasure knowing that he was getting away with what was happening. â??I have no idea what you are talking about Emily?â? he walked slowly over toward her his hands resting on the arms of the chair she was in. â??How would I know the whereabouts or status of a whore like her? I prefer true noble women not ones that make them seem to be.â? His hand brushed over his queenâ??s throat. â??As you used to be.â?
 
She could see it there, in his eyes. The truth. He would never tell her. He would take the truth to his grave.

Yes.... she could see it now... everything was clear. It was there a long time, only hazy for so long. Now though, clear as day. The only way to possible help her son and Crista. If she was still alive.

Emily looked her husband in the eyes and all the years of pain was there. It was the first time he had touched her... since the day she born him and heir all those years ago. No, Aiden would not have that kind of life. Never.

"You are only man that I ever had in my bed Rodrick, but I certainly was not. And I know that barely a handful of your bedmates have been... noble. I know more then you think I do Rodrick. You married a smart woman. I even know who you now bed. I never thought Sophia to in your taste. Then again, I hardly ever knew you." Sophia was a maid from the kitchens that had been warming the kings bed for quite awhile. It was no secret.

Emily rose and turned her back on her husband, leaving the room, "Give her my regards when you see her tonight. Goodbye Rodrick."
 
Roderick growled softly as Emily left. â??Damn her, I should have dealt with her years ago.â? Turning back to the desk her continued writing the draft of the proclamation of Aidenâ??s wedding. Taking it too his scribe he made sure that it would be copied and sent out all over the land.

Rubbing his hands together in glee he headed for his chambers where he knew that his pretty young maid was waiting for him as she always was.

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Aiden stormed through the hallway, if he had access to his sword when he found the copy of the recent proclamation from his father it would be in his hand. The kingâ??s personal guards tried to stop him but with a bit of force and the assistance of Christian and another of Aidenâ??s personal guard Aiden stood now before his fatherâ??s chambers.

Aiden knew that all that had happened in the last few moments were bordering on treason but he really didnâ??t care. He was almost to a point of willingly commit treason just to stop this injustice from continuing.
He kicked the locked doors open, the thick oak slamming against the walls inside his fatherâ??s room. â??How the hell could you do this! You have no right to decide what I do with my life!â?

Aiden saw his father laying face down on the bed the sheets all in a mess and a pair of long clearly famine legs around his waist. â??For heaven sake at least have the decency to stop when your son comes into the room.â?

A deep dark head of brown hair worked its way to one side from under his father. â??Yourâ?¦Hiâ?¦Highnessâ?¦somethingâ?¦is horâ?¦.horrible wrongâ?¦with theâ?¦king.â?

And so it was it took a few moments to get the court physician there and in that time they had gotten Sophia out from under the king and something covering her. Just from the stiffness and lack of heat from the kingâ??s body it was clear that he was dead and the physician confirmed this.

Talking to Sophia made it clear that the king had just stopped mid romp with her and fell over. The queen was called to the library where Aiden was waiting for her his head in his hands not sure how to tell her.
 
"Good morning Aiden," his mother greeted him, no smile on her face. Much like him, she had not smiled since Crista went missing. It was not uncommon for the time being. "You wanted to see me dear?"
 
There were no tears in Aidenâ??s eyes as he looked up at his mother. He was puzzled by that fact wondering why he wasnâ??t feeling the depth of loss he had when Crista was taken. He had after all known his father his entire life and Crista only a few months. He slowly shook his head, â??Father is deadâ?¦Iâ??m the new king.â? There was shock and disbelief in his voice as he spoke those words.
 
Just like Aiden, there were no tears shed by the queen, even for her own husband. "I see," was simply all she said at first before she sighed ever so lightly, "Well, I suppose you will be able to widen the search for Crista now. You are the one in control after all. It's your right as the king."
 
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