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

"He... he said...." her voice trembled as her mind conflicted with itself something awful! That part of her that Aiden had built up so strong that night was fading away and the part of her that Juliet and Dilian had spent three long years creating was returning to the surface, brought force by Heylel's lies which... at that moment... really did seem like it could be a very plausible truth. How else could she had been taken from Aiden's bed so easily? It only made sense that Aiden himself..... "No, he loves me..."
 
Heylel laughed and pressed Crista against a table edge nuzzling into her neck his hands gently rubbing over her sides and lightly cupping her breasts. His lips brushed her ear the same way that Aidenâ??s had, â??I love you Crista.â? His voice would sound sincere and the breathless tone would be so like Aidenâ??s, but Heylel continued, â??if it will make you willing so I donâ??t have to tie you down I will say anything to get in your pussy.â? his hands were firm on her sides and his arms were in such a position to stop her form attack him. â??Just like Aiden did.â?
 
Crista could not stop herself from gasping in total shock and surprise at how like Aiden he sounded in that moment. Not because he could lie so convincingly to her, but... he literally sounded JUST like Aiden. She pulled her face back and looked right into his face. Had she never seen the similarities before? Perhaps she always had, only denied them for she did not want to lower her opinion of Aiden by admitting that... the two were eerily similar in many ways. "Who... are you?" she asked, the tone of her voice telling she was clearly piecing everything together.
 
Heylel smirked his hands pulling on her nipples sharply as she asked the question. Looking back over his shoulder, â??Leave us tonight let them and yourselves sleep in a bed.â?

The two girls were a little shocked at their masterâ??s permission to sleep in a bed not just for them but for the other two that were still being broken. Something must have happened with Crista that he didnâ??t want the others to see.

Once the others were gone Heylel pressed Crista down against the highly polished table top. he pulled his cock out of his pants and started to rub it against her pussy and clit lightly. â??Iâ??m sure you can guess by now. However since you asked.â? He got his cock slick with her juices and leaning down to bite at Cristaâ??s neck he whispered. â??I am his brother.â? And pushed deep into her pussy.
 
"Brother?!" Crista part gasped, part moaned as he pushed himself into her. She had known it was coming, but still it seemed nothing prepared her for it fully. Nothing prepared her for him or the truth of who he was. What he was to Aiden. And... what she seemed to be. A shared toy amongst two brothers? Was that really all she was?

Lightly she shook her head, still in denial. "No, it was real. What we shared could never be faked..."
 
He nuzzled into her neck being very tender his hands rubbing up under her body to gently rub at her breasts as he slowly started a gentle thrusting motion. His lips nibbled at the back of her neck his fingers lightly played with her nipples. â??Oh but it can and he is a master at it.â? nibbling lightly down her back his thrusts were slow and caring moving slowly inside her letting her get used to him being inside her, and letting her get wetter to make it easier to move.
 
Crista closed her eyes, a few small tears slipping for her cheeks. What Heylel was doing at this very moment only made her hope fade even more. It was so like Aiden. Soft, gentle, loving. If a man like Heylel who had so many times beaten and raped her violently, could have sex with her just as soft and sweet as Aiden did with her that one glorious night... was Aiden just as vile and twisted under the surface as his brother?

Crista clutched the edges of the table in with her hand, eyes still closed, trying not to believe it. Trying to deny... how good it felt at this very moment.
 
He nuzzled along her back nipping softly before kissing at the wounds that he himself had caused. His lips were cool as he touched the slightly inflamed skin around the cut kissing all along it slowly. His lips finally moved back up to her ear nibbling at it. â??Just relax and enjoy my love I will make you feel as good as any woman ever has.â? His thrusts were still slow and pleasurable moving a little faster as her body started to respond.
 
Slightly, Crista's head shook. More of a sway really then a shake as she whispered weakly, "...no....." But even though she said no, her body was not saying the same thing as it responded to his soft, tender movements. This was what her body remembered as being good, loving. Something it have been deprived of for so long, it reacted on instinct with even just a taste of it. "Oh.... n...no.... ooohhh...." she moaned, her mind getting foggy from the simple pleasure.
 
He smiled as she moaned knowing that he was winning this fight. His hands brushed down her sides from her breasts and gripped onto her hips. He started to thrust harder but still was not as hard as Aiden had gone with her. his movements were slow and loving almost, Heylel knew how to make her think what he wanted. Soon she would break and he would have her all as his own.
 
He had her where he wanted her all right. She was, for the time being at least, his little puppet. He was pulling all the right strings to make her sink deeper and deeper into his little world of sex and pleasure. This was something none of his girls ever got a taste of, she was sure. A hint of love, even though it was not real.... it sure felt real.

Grasping the table harder, she was forgetting where she was and who she was with. Eyes closed, she painted such a pretty picture of making love with Aiden once again. It felt like that now as her hips began to move against him. "Mmmmm... oh god..."
 
This was the reason Heylel had sent the otherâ??s out he didnâ??t want them to know that he could be like this. It would ruin his image in their minds, but what he was going to do to her after he was done would make her forget any feeling of weakness. Just on how she was reaction he knew that Aiden had taken her and had treated her like a princess, that more than anything made him want to teach her that her place was as a bitch. His thrusts continued to be slow but there was a hardness in them it could be just passion but in reality was anger.
 
She felt like a princess once again. Well, maybe not a princess, but at least like a normal, beautiful... loved... woman. "Oh! Ohhh!!" she continued to moan, feeling so, so amazing at that moment! She had totally forgotten the present. Instead, she was lost in the past. It was going to be hard when that past was gone once again and it she remembered just what her present was. Until then though, she crept ever closer to pure bliss.
 
He could feel her really getting into this. His lips kissed up her back to her ear his tone breathless to disguise his voice. â??Oh Crista I love you.â? His hips thrust harder and faster into her starting to pound into her tight wet pussy. he was getting close to cumming inside her himself having been forced to stop with the noble women from before. But he would be damned if she would cum also at least with out his permission and if she did she would pay.
 
"Oh..." she really believed him the way he used his voice to sound like Aiden. "A-Ai- ahhhhh...." she started to utter before he thrust and sent her spinning closer and closer still to the edge of reason. It was already beyond the thin point of no return as she just went higher and higher till she was about to go tumbling down. She gasped, her slick walls squeezing his cock tight as she came... screaming... "Aiden! Aiden! OH! I... I love..... love Aiden! I love you! OH!!" She didn't even realize she had called out the wrong name. She had forgotten she was not with her love, but with her worst nightmare. Everything was about to come tumbling down and crush her.
 
Heylel was right with her feeling her walls clamp down hard on him started him cumming. He filled her pussy full of his hot cum and as he pulled out he covered her back with his cum also. He panted softly having heard her cry out in pleasure for Aiden, oh she would pay the moment he caught his breath. Something about taking her that way had drained him. however it wasnâ??t long before he pulled back grabbing her hair and roughly flipping her onto her back slapping her over and over bruising her cheeks letting his anger out on her face. â??You fucking slut who said that you could cum!â?
 
For one, moment, in that moment of after glow, Crista smiled, so happy. It was the last moment she'd probably ever be happy in the rest of her life. For in the next moment, she remembered suddenly exactly who she was really with. Eyes shot open to see Heylel's face a moment before she saw his hand coming down and then, pain. Over and over again.

Where had her Aiden gone?! Or... had he never really been there at all? Heylel made her doubt it very much now. If he could look and sound just like Aiden so easily, faking love and affection... dear God... perhaps Aiden had as well.

Crista cried out and her hands rose to shield her face in defense against his blows to her face.
 
Heylel started to calm down a little but he didnâ??t let it show in how he treated her. grabbing her hair roughly he pulled her off the table and quickly chained her facing the wall. â??I will teach you to orgasm without permission. He walked over to a chest pulling out a many thonged whip. Coming back over to her the whip began to strike her back. The thongs were not barbed just simple leather but they would sting like hell and under constant strikes would hurt deeply over time.
 
"No!" Crista cried out, "Stop! AHHH!" she screamed as he started lashing her back once more. For a moment, she remembered Aiden's promise he had made to her as he had kissed her back, promising that no whip would ever touch her back again. And now.... Crista's eyes filled with tears. Lies. Every bit of it. There was no love. Who could love a whore like her.

The confident woman Aiden had helps unleash was gone. The weak, timid one was back in full force. And it had ground to make up as her own thoughts turned against he with each lash of the whip, and her pleas for mercy vanished. This was what she deserved, wasn't it? Every lash, she deserved it. No use in begging for mercy... when it was exactly what she deserved for being such an insolent slave. "I'm.... I'm sorry....." she mutter between lashes. Every hint of the girl she was only a short time ago just... gone. "I'm sorry master...."

What was the use of fighting when there was nothing and no one to fight for?
 
Heylel stopped lashing her and came over grabbing her hair roughly pulling her head back. â??I didnâ??t quite catch that bitch.â? He let the butt of the whip press down against her ass and start to slip into it as his hand fondled her breasts wanting to hear her say it clearly.
 
Crista cringed and tensed as he pushed it into her. Forming fists, she bite her lower lip hard until reopening a cut that he had slapped open a few days earlier. And there was only one thing to say.... clear, thought meek and mild, broken, "I'm sorry Master Heylel."

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Days turned to weeks and weeks to three months time.

With every passing day, Crista feel deeper under Heylel's influence and lies. That Aiden had picked a bride and eventually that he had married another woman as well. In Crista's head, she could see it all. Aiden, smiling and happy with his perfect, pristine, noble bride with whom he will have perfect, pristine, noble children and have a happy perfect life together. And she would be just some distant memory of the past. A fling in his youth while he sowed his wild oats. One of many she was sure.

Heylel's one lie lead her to paint pictures in her now twisted reality. How Aiden really saw her... the naive virgin ripe for the picking. Once he had her though, the novelty was gone. After all, you could only have a virgin once. How Aiden had come to the party that night to point and laugh.

Being in Heylel's prison was for the best perhaps, for it saved Crista from seeing the things in her head first hand. Making those things a true reality to her.

In the meantime, this was her life and reality now. Daily beatings and used as a sex toy. She was empty inside and Heylel made sure she always would be as well. At first she didn't know what the vile drink he would force down her throat once a week was until he let her know. A special something to make her infertile. No telling how long it would take a full effect on her. Already could have. Could take up to a year. And so he forced it down all the girls throats, just in case. And again, Crista thought it for the best. She'd never want to bring a child into the world if it would be forced to live until Heylel's cruel hand.

At nights sometimes, she would dream about what her life could have been. She dreamed that her father had never died and she lived a life like a real nobel girl and had meet Aiden at some grand ball and fallen in love and married him, an honest and good woman... but then Crista would wake up and it only hurt more and more that it was all fake.

Marie would at times try and talk to her. Telling her that she could never give up hope. That as long as the man she loved was still alive, there would always be hope.

"But how can there be hope," Crista always questioned, "if there was never any love at all?"

"Do you honestly believe that, Crista?"

"I don't know anymore," she confessed through tears. "Aiden once told me, that his love would be with me where ever I was. I felt it, once. But then I saw that paper, announcing his engagement. And master showed me just how easy it is to play love as some cruel game... ever since then, I've felt Aiden's love fade away until now... I can't feel it at all anymore."

"But... do you still love him?"

Crista was silent a long time before she had to nod, "I will love him, even after all that has happened, until I die..." which Crista thought was the only hope left in her life. That she would soon die, for there was no reason left to live.
 
Aiden stalked around his pavilion, it had been so long since Crista had gone missing. Each night he had to fight off the fear that she was already dead. He held onto the hope that he would find her but it was getting harder and harder as the days went by. Where could she be he had looked over the entire kingdom every manor house starting with her step-motherâ??s.

As weeks had passed into months Aiden knew that he had to go back and see to the kingdom. His mother had been doing a great job keeping things in order while he was gone but many things needed to have a king do them. However he had taken a vow never to set foot back into his castle till he had Crista in his arms, or knew she was dead.

For the past few months he had been staying in a small camp set up on the outer edge of the city. He hardly slept or ate till his mother came one day and forced him. His mother made him realize that he was not helping Crista by not eating only making it harder to find her. after that Aiden was much more worried about his health staying in top condition that was not even required in the army just so he was ready when he found her.

Aiden had taken a moment out of the day and was sitting at a desk in his pavilion making notes about different castles that they had searched. Something always drew his mind back to lord Heylelâ??s castle it was like there was something calling to him there. Looking up Aiden saw a messenger coming into camp checking with one of the guards before heading toward Aidenâ??s pavilion, a message in hand.
 
Susanna paced slightly as she waited just on the outskirts of Aiden's little camp. Waiting for her message to reach him and for him to call her forth for an audience with him. She didn't quite know how to write the note without enraging him. Crista was after all a tender matter with him. What did she write in it, 'I know where she was but she might be dead already?' That would go over well. No, she needed to tell him the tale in person. So the note simply said, 'I must speak with out. Urgently. - Susanna Blakesfield.'

If she had found out sooner... she hoped her stepsister was still alive.

Things had changed as of late and she not regretted all the things she had done to Crista for she now new much better what it was like. Without Crista to be her families punching bag, Susanna had started to fill the void for them. It had not gone anywhere as far as it had with Crista, but Susanna feared a day would come when she would be cast out of her own family and into the role Crista once was. She couldn't let that happen.

And then, just this morning, an opertunity to help herself and Crista arose. Over breakfast, Juliet had commented about Crista and Dilian had replied about how she had attempted to kill him. The sisters had not known about the events of the party almost three months earlier until this very day. In the care of Lord Heylel! Dear God she could very well be dead! Susanna knew of him, all those with links into the underworld of the sex addicted nobility knew of him. When someone had a slave they did not care for any longer or could not train, it was to Heylel there were sold and no one ever saw them again.

The king just had to see her! Time was always running short when it came to Heylel!

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Crista sat in the back corner of the room, trying her best to block out the sounds of Marie's screaming from across the space. Heylel was beating her in the only light in the room so that the other four could all watch and learn. Crista was just trying to block it out. What had Marie done to deserve it this time? She didn't know. They had just been sitting there, waiting, when Heylel came in, a determined look on his face as he picked Marie out, chained her up and started the whipping. How many times had he lashed her already? At least a dozen. And he just kept on going. Crista didn't think much of it until she realized... he was still going... "M-master...?" Crista spoke through the dark, questioning almost, as if trying to remind him he had to stop but... he wasn't. Crista struggled to rise.
 
Heylel was pissed, he wasnâ??t even sure why. Nothing had happened today that would make him angry, everything had gone almost perfectly. Maybe that was the problem, things had just gone too well today and he needed something to go wrong. He had stormed into torture room and grabbed at the first blond he had seen. He knew that Crista was blond and he had wanted to beat her, just because he could. He couldnâ??t remember the other girls hair color but he was sure that Crista was the only blond.

His barbed whip lashed over and over her back ripping it to shreds. He heard someone yell from the side and with a flick of his wrist sent Jacqueline to deal with the girl as he continued to beat this girl wanting to punish Crista for something, anything.
 
"What have I done!?" Marie cried out in pain, screaming. All their screams sounded the same when they were getting a lashing.

Rebeca was already just crying and huddling somewhere... muttering over and over quietly, "He's going to kill her..."

Jacqueline meet Crista just as she was about to leave the darkness and enter into light, where Heylel would have seen it was not she that he was beating, but Jacqueline grabbed her and pushed her back all the way to the wall, pinning her against it. Crista gave volume to what Rebeca was whispering in disbelief, "You're going to kill her! Master! You'll kill her! Master please!"

"Quiet!" Jacqueline scolded loud enough to be heard even by Heylel, but then dropped her voice for only Crista to hear, "He'll kill you too if you don't be careful." It was like someone else was suddenly talking with her. Jacqueline had been harsh to her since the day she arrived in this hell, but for once, she sounded like a friend. Warning her like an equal. Genuinely seeming worried for Crista's own good.

Without needing to be told, Shannon came over and joined them, acting just the same as Jacqueline was, whispering to Crista, "It'll be over soon..."
 
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