The sea was told and sung (Rania Lark x Wolvenrogue)

He just held her there. Pressing her bruised body against him as her unwilling body betrayed her by impaling itself. "Take a good look!" he chided the other women, still locked in the stocks. "Your fate could be worse, but it needn't be if you learn the value of cooperation" he said this, even though he knew that ifpast history were any indicator, most if not all of these women would be pregnant to an unknown father by the end of the week.
He then summoned his maidens and bit them to again plug her womb and tend to her wounds before placing her in his bed and chaining her by the ankle to the bedpost. Getting up, he went to his tub and climbing in bid one of the maidens to wash him, and then wanting still more satisfaction bid her to relieve him again. When she had taken what ever was left of his seed, he got out of the tub, and after letting her dry him off, climbed into bed with his latest conquest, wrapping a huge arm around her middle and pulling her bruised ass against his manhood before drifting off to sleep.

Melisende had no strength to resist as the barbarian held her impaled upon him as he called out to her soldiers, her fighters still trapped within the stocks. They could clearly see the broken wrist, the purple and blue behind as well as the wobbly demeanour of their leader. She didn't resist as he called the maidens back up to tend to her wounds. She barely felt it when the pushed another cork up into her womanhood to ensure none of his seed spilled from her, increasing the risk of an imminent pregnancy. Walking slowly, her arms over the maidens' shoulders as they walked her back slowly to the lodge. Once inside, they lay her on her side on the bed before wrapping a chain tightly around her ankle before tending to her wounds.

First, a piece of wood was shoved between her teeth as one of the maidens took hold of her broken wrist. She bent it sharply, a scream of pain echoing through the wooden structure as the bone was reset. Tears glassed over Melisende's eyes as the wrist was then splinted with two more pieces of wood and rags were wrapped around it. While her wrist was being set by one woman, the other one took to rubbing salve over her abused backside. The bruises were spreading over all of the skin and were turning a deep blue and black as the salve went to work in an attempt to heal.

Melisende didn't even look up when he re-entered the room, her body much too exhausted to do anything but tremble in the combination of pain. She didn't react as he bathed before he entered the bed with her, pulling her abused body against him, Melisende groaned in pain as the sensitive skin of her bruised and battered backside was pressed up against his groin sending waves of pain up through her body. But she didn't have the strength to move and it was only moments before she too fell into uncomfortable unconsciousness.

Anders slept soundly. For him it had been a satisfying day. The vanquished woman lay next to him asleep and no longer a credible threat, and he was almost assured the best possible mother to give him sons that would carry on his name with a power that he fully expected would surpass even his own. To this point the women had been vikings and were all of striking beauty, but none possessed even a tiny portion of the raw courage and strength of Malisende whom he planned would bear for him sons which would possess physical strength and cunning the likes of which had not been seen in his world up to now. He woke up just as he had laid down having not moved a muscle all night long. He smiled when he felt his arm around Malisende's narrow but firm waist. He moved his hand up to caress her large breasts, but she showed no reaction here breathing still slow and steady. As he laid on his side he had no remorse whatever over the previous days doings, but as he looked ath the many bruises that she bore, he did think it regrettable to mar such a perfect and fit body as hers the way he had.

As he lay there surveying her naked flesh, he bruise piled on top of bruise , and many imprints of his iron hand. He thought for a moment as she slept. Se was a spirited women, a characteristic he highly prized, but on he suspected would result in more punishment and yet more damage. He hatched a plan. Seeing that she was soundly sleeping, he got up from the bed and summoned the maids yet again. He instructed them to first wrap he body in rams wool. It was a material so soft that one could scarcely be injured when wearing it. He had every inch of her body wrapped except her crotch, which he had left accessable both from her vaginal and her rosebud. he had her ass propped up slightly so that he would have easy access and also so that his seed would run down deep within her and could not be expelled. Plugging her vagina would no longer be required. Next he had her laced firmly to the bed so that she could scarcely move using ram's hide thongs. She was totally unable to move, her legs splayed wide, inviting his daily invasion. Smiling, he slipped between her thighs, removed the cork, and entered her roughly, confident that she would soon wake and find herself impaled and about to accept more of his seed.

Melisende did not sleep soundly. Her body ached and the sleep came from sheer exhaustion and not a comfort. Most of the evening was spent in throbbing pain, her mind racing as her eyes remained closed, sore from the exhaustion as she struggled to sleep for rest. Eventually, in the middle of the night, she slipped into unconsciousness from the pain, her body going limp as her mind went blank, her dreams dark as the night slowly turned back to day. She didn't move as her captor stirred, awaking from his own comfortable sleep. She didn't stir as the women entered to obey their Master's commands. They nodded and left the lodge only to return with bushels full of freshly combed wool. The thick, plush material was then carefully stretched and wrapped about Melisende's body. First it was stretched over her arms, curled around to create two thick cocoons over her arms, trapping them within as they then went about wrapping her legs as well. They worked quickly and efficiently yet still gently so as not to waken the unconscious captive. The finished with wrapping her chest and torso, ensuring that her captor's orders were followed as they completely covered her body in the wool, leaving only her hips exposed, her womanhood and her rosebud exposed for whoever wished to look.

Turning her onto her back, the women then took hold of her free leg, stretching it away from her body and wrapped a matching chain around her ankle, pulling it to the opposite post of the large wooden bed, exposing her sex even more, opening her for her captor to take what he wanted with no resistance from her legs. Then they moved a folded woollen blanket beneath her hips, lifting her crotch up above the bed slightly to make penetration much easier for Anders. Then the women went about securing the rest of her body, effectively removing any movement from her. Starting at her neck, they laid straps across her body; at her neck, above and below her breasts, and right above her hips. Her arms were wrapped with straps and held at her sides.

Immediately when he pushed roughly into her, Melisende's eyes opened wide as she was ripped from unconsciousness as he pushed himself into her body. Her mouth opened in a gasp as he began to take her body once again. Melisende tried to lift her head but found it strapped down on the bed. She then tried to move her arms and found that they too, would not move. Her entire body couldn't move! Melisende's clenched her teeth together as her fingers on her good hand curled into a fist as she was forced to lie still as he took her again, forcing himself within her, making good on his promise to make her the mother of his children.

As her eyes popped open in shock and a look of absolute horror came across her face, he smiled knowing that the woman was now certainly going to be the mother of his children, and that given time she would indeed heal and become once again the beautiful woman she had been before he had plundered her and her other female troops. He drove deeply into her body, both for his own pleasure and also for the effect that constant mating was likely to have. The woman struggled, but her efforts were in vain since she could scarcely move. He taunted her verbally , promising over and over again that she was destined to bear children for him and that he would not stop until his sons were both numerous and productive.

Melisende couldn't resist his advances on her helpless body. Her splayed legs shook as she tried to pull on the chains that held her ankles still. He took her roughly and when he exploded within her, all his seed was forced into her body, moving within her to a waiting pregnancy. This night was the night when a pregnancy implanted itself within her, effectively submitting her body to his wishes, his taunts.

When he was finished, he then left her. Her body was left tied down to the bed for the next two fortnights. The maids entered twice a day to feed and bathe her body but never spoke to her and stayed as little as possible. The rest of the four weeks she was left in near complete isolation. Forced to stare up at the sod roof of the lodge, she couldn't move her head and had to rely on her ears for any indication of someone entering the lodge. Completely exposed to anyone who cared to look, Melisende found herself almost craving the nightly visit by her captor, if only for the sense of human contact. The isolation enhanced the subtle pregnancy symptoms as her moods swung from extreme anger to tears of sadness as she lamented her capture and that of her faction. She didn't want any of this. After a couple of weeks, she became incredibly tired during the day, her body exhausted from the pregnancy's requirements. She was eating more as that maids fed her more food, smiling knowingly as they witnessed a few of the mood swings.

She was left isolated and unable to move for four weeks as she grappled with being alone and also the pregnancy symptoms. By the end of it, she was crying more than anger flowed through her veins. Her body was desperate for movement. She wanted nothing more than to stand up and stretch, but her movement was so severely restricted, she could barely bend her knees and her fingers were the only things that could bend as her arms were kept at her sides. The nightly visits were craved as her body was becoming numb from being covered by the wool, her disgust at her situation turning her mind to want the attentions he ravaged upon her each night, her captor still unaware that his seed had found it's mark.

This night was the same as every night, the warmth of the sun on her face had disappeared and she knew her captor would return for his nightly taking of her body. Staring up at the ceiling, she waited anxiously for him to return, her body craving his touch as she shifted slightly in her bonds.

Anders entered as he usually did but tonight as he knelt between her thighs a grin rolled across his face. He had hated the hiatus as much or more than she had. He longed to see the effect of his patient effort. he desired to see her more than touch her, and so a smile crossed his face as he drew his knife and brought the razor sharp blade up beneath her bonds and the tender skin. He ran the knife the length of her torso and exposed her flesh, now pale by comparison with its former state and completely devoid of tan lines. He skin was now flawless and pale as the midwinter snow. Pushing aside the wool he ran his anxious fingers over the unblemished skin of her breasts, abs and the only art of her he had seen in weeks her mons. He loved how her body arched to meet his touch, clearly wanting more. He paused a moment as his maidens each took a wrist firmly in her hand as he cut free her arms and legs, leaving only the women and her chains to hold her. Although, he knew that lack of movement would leave her too weak to pose any threat at all. he leaned down and gently kissed each nipple, noting that her breasts had become a little fuller.

Melisende heard someone enter the room, the heavy thud of his feet against the floor was familiar as she felt the pressure at the end of the bed as he climbed up to kneel between her splayed legs. But instead of feeling him invading her body, she felt the cold steel of a blade moving beneath the wool covering every inch of her body except her hips and her womanhood. She then heard the gentle slicing of the blade as it worked its way up the wool and the bonds, sliding over her untouched skin sending shivers down her spin. The wool opened up exposing her newly pale body to the air for the first time in weeks. Her skin was a perfectly even alabaster all over, her abs had softened slightly with the early pregnancy and her breasts had begun to become sore beneath the wool cover.

She shuddered as his hand ran over her newly exposed breasts, down over her softened stomach and down over her moistened slit as her back arched slightly to his touch. She then felt the two maidens hold her wrists down as he cut away the wool from her arms and legs, her body too weak to fight as she was still unable to move her arms and legs, her weakened state making her vulnerable as he leant down to kiss over her sore breasts, running his lips over each nipple, gently kissing them sending shivers throughout Melisende's body.

He couldn't help but have his breath taken at the sight before him. Her beauty was so far beyond that of the other women in the camp. Though he could take any of them at any time, at this moment his thoughts were only of her. He had to have her and he knew he would,but things were different now. Her face was not streaked with blood and hate, but softness and a liquid clarity in her eyes. Kneeling before her he slowly exposed him self and bid his maiden to clean his body before he took her. Before now he had not troubled himself with the effort , but now everthing appeared different in his eyes. His demeanor was gentle, almost loving.

He directed his huge swollen member at the base of her slit, but unlike before, he took her gently slowly filling the gap between her thighs and taking care with his entry not to induce any pain. His motions were slow and deliberate as he savored the wet softness of her womb for several minutes moving deliberately in an effort to have her respond to his gentle invasion before he filled her yet again.

Melisende arched her back slightly, trying to stretch out her freed muscles as his lips abandoned her breasts, bidding his maiden to clean him before he took her. Each night before this, she had been taken with no real feeling towards her, just sheer breeding. Now it seemed he was taking his time with his weakened captive. Melisende's eyes were still cloudy from her intense isolation and lack of human contact but her features were striking when not streaked with black paint or clay. She was much less threatening and more feminine as she lay still.

Feeling his manhood press against her moist womanhood, Melisende couldn't move as he pressed himself slowly into her, moving almost gently into her body. A stark change from the previous nights' actions. Her mind was reeling at the change as she struggled to comprehend the sudden change. However, her weakened state extended to her mind and she couldn't focus on the confusion for long as her back arched slightly, her mouth opening in a gasp as he took her, his touch sending waves of want throughout her body. She still couldn't move but her body craved human touch and it responded accordingly.

His hands had moved to the soft mounds of her chest as she arched into him , He ever so gently rolled her nipples in his fingers. It was slow, and different in so many ways. For so long this had been about conquering her and humiliation , suddenly that had changed. He looked at her in a whole new light . He had the realization that by now she was certainly carrying his child. He was taking his time and enjoying every moment. This kind of sex was different and he wass loving it. Taking her arms in his hands he pulled her weak body into his arms and against his chest while keeping her impaled. he could feel himself hardening again within her . He pressed his lips to her. Though he had sired many children, it was the first time he had kissed a woman on the lips.

Melisende's mind was too cloudy with isolation and exhaustion that her body's needs and wants took over her instincts. Her nipples under his gentle touch hardened within his grasp as he slowly rolled them within his calloused fingers. She couldn't even fight back as her arms were numbed from being held for so long in the same position. Her strength was gone and she was essentially a doll in his hands to be molded and folded to whatever he desired of her at that moment. A groan of protest escaped her lips as he pulled her up to a seated position, adjusted his manhood within her slick entrance. Her head flopped back slightly, opening her up for the kiss on her lips. Her breath quickened through her nose as a muffled moan forced its way into his mouth, her resistance still there but very subdued and no threat at all to his advances.

Anders held her nearly limp body in his arms as he slowly took her a second time, taking his time and savoring the soft embrace of her womb as it wrapped around his manhood. Without interrupting their coupling he summoned his maids and had them draw a bath, heating the water on the fire. All the while, he continued to mate with her. Having so recently climaxed, his orgasm was a long way off. When the tub had been filled he stood up with her still impaled and holding her ass in his hands walked to the tub and slowly lowered them in. As he continued his mating he had his maidens wash them both. When they had bathed, he held her up while his maiden gently dried them before they again returned to the bed where he laid beside her and slipped his log and still hard member deep inside her from behind before drifting off to sleep, fully engaged, with his powerful arm holding her tight against his body.

Melisende's head fell back as he broke the kiss, lifting and lowering her hips onto him as he took her again, her weakness making any resistance impossible as he moved slowly. Then she felt his hands grip her behind before lifting her up, still impaled by his shaft as he moved off the bed to a standing position. In order to avoid falling back towards the floor, Melisende was forced to wrap her weak arms around his neck, holding on as he crossed the lodge to the tub. Stepping in, he lowered them both down into the warm water.

Melisende groaned in relief as the warm water moved around her sore muscles, the feeling gradually returning to her numb limbs as he kept her impaled on his manhood, ordering the maids to clean them before he began lifting her up and lowering her down onto his member. The maids went to work quickly, using their hands to wash all of the prisoner's body as her captor took her again. He only released her womanhood when he raised them from the tub and held her standing on unsteady feet as the maids then dried her thoroughly. Then she was half walked, half dragged to the bed where he forced her to lie down on her side. Then she felt his swollen manhood into her slit and a groan of protest emerged from her lips as he imprisoned her against him once again, wrapping his arm around her as he pulled her tightly against him.

Melisende hadn't been chained down but her weakness combined with his strength along with the impalement had left her essentially immobile. Forcing herself to close her eyes, the prisoner began opening and closing her fists, working on getting feeling back in her limbs, however her mind was too exhausted and she fell into a restless sleep alongside her captor, his member still filling her womanhood as they slept.

Night and day had blended into one within the lodge with its great door shut and shutters closed they had lived by the light of torches, dutifully maintained by the maidens who worked tirelessly sleeping only when they did and not as long. Outside mean while some 5 days had come and gone since the woman had been released from her bonds. When Anders woke up he summoned one of the maids and inquired how long they had slept, as there was no real telling and the woman was still tucked under his massive arm, and still wrapped, now rather tightly about his morning wood. He instructed the maiden that she was to be given no clothing and that the only cover she was to be afforded were the bedding which were to remain on the bed. He further told them That she was to eat a full meal three times daily either willingly or by force. The windows were to remain shuttered at night but opened each morning, but in no case was she to leave the lodge or wear any clothing what ever. Beyond that they were to keep her comfortable and see to any needs she might have.

When the maiden told Anders that it was morning and in fact they had slept 12 hours, he was no longer concerned about waking the woman and did so by rolling her onto her stomach while keeping her impaled, forcing her thighs wide apart, and relieving his morning hardness with a vigor he had not displayed with the woman since that first day. The position pinned her hips tight to the bed and gave him plenty of leverage as he bumped up against her cervix with ever stroke as he carried his weight on his arms, protecting her sore muscles. his manhood keeping her well pinned in place. His grunts were heard outside the lodge and the camp knew now that he was awake.

His women had been gathering outside the lodge in anticipation, and with much gossip, as such an event, where the Earle remained secluded for so long had never happened before. Between the women and their oldest daughters, some 25 women were gathered their tittering away with each other outside the doors. When he had finished. His maidens dresses him and Anders left the lodge without a word to greet the females and young children of his family. While he greeted each one in a loving way, he offered no explanation other than that there was a new member of the family, and while they were welcome to visit, they were not permitted any clothing in her presence and so must leave all of it at the door before entering. Anders then kissed each one on the forehead and left for the great hall to hold court with the men.

Melisende was unaware of how much time had passed. Her isolation and bonds that had kept her still for so long had caused time to stop in her mind. She had been left on the bed during the day to recover from the night's activities as her captor left her alone. She had found her energy to wane after a few hours, her body refusing to move any further half the time while a nausea overcame her thoughts for the other half of the time. Unaware she was carrying a child, Melisende chaulked the sick feelings to being held still for so long.

But this day was different, though her captor had impaled her body on his shaft each night, his touch becoming gentler as Melisende regained the strength in her limbs but never allowed to detach herself from him during the night as he held her tight against him. This morning was different though as he flipped her over roughly onto her stomach. Melisende was roused roughly from her sleep as he pushed her thighs apart, opening her slit to his erection as he pushed it suddenly into her. She groaned in surprise as she awoke, her body unable to move as her arms were trapped at her sides, her body forced to take his entire length into her ravaged slit, over and over again.

Her moans mixed with his grunts of pleasure as he took her roughly, as he had her first night of captivity. Her legs shook as the captive's head and hips were forced down into the straw filled mattress. He took her roughly, not caring about how she had felt as he ensured to fill her with his seed before he pulled out of her. Leaving her lying on the bed, filled with his child as well as more of his seed, Melisende remained still for a few moments, her muscles twitching in protest of the rough treatment.

While he was being dressed, Melisende sat up in the bed, pulling the bedding around her naked body as he turned and left her alone with the two maidens. They walked over to her with a bowl of milk and a chunk of bread. It was one of the only things that Melisende could eat without feeling nauseated from the smell. She reluctantly ate the bread after it was soaked in the milk and finished her breakfast with the bedding still pulled up around her naked body, leaving her in silence in the lodge, sitting up on the bed.

Then suddenly the door opened and a rather large, naked woman entered. She had blonde hair pulled up in braids atop her head and her face, though obviously older, she still had a motherly demeanor to her. Pulling the bedding closer around her body, Melisende watched in shock as after the first woman entered, a string of other women paraded into the lodge, all of them completely naked. They seemed to be examining her like she was some sort of prize. Some kind of expensive bauble that the entire village had to see. Eventually, the parade of women ended and all the women left the lodge, leaving only Melisende, the two maidens that seemed to be servants and the friendly blond haired woman. She turned and walked over to the hearth, warming her body by the fire.

When Anders entered the great hall and sat on his throne, he announce that court was in session and prepared himself to hear petitions from the men. This was the normal course of business at the court and not an unusual occurrence. That is until the first man stood to speak before the Earl. "Who is that bitch that she receives such lavish treatment? put her in stocks with the rest of the whores!" the man Byorne demanded. Anders listened calmly a moment and gathered his thoughts. He then took out his knife and approached the man calmly. "Stick out your tongue!" Anders demanded. The man Byorne's face grew ashen . "Now or I'll gut you where you stand. " Slowly the man complied. Taking the ma's tongue in his hand, he pierced it through with the knife. "are their any other questions about the woman?" he asked the open hall. After waiting a moment, He sheathed his knife and sat down, "Court is adjourned." In all of this there was not the slightest emotion in his voice, nor any sign of protest from the court.

Melisende didn't speak a word as the awkward silence extended between her and the large, blonde woman. She shifted the bedding around her uncomfortably as the maidens remained behind her, ensuring their master's orders were followed and that the captive was not permitted to leave nor remove the bedding for some sort of cover around her.

Then the other woman turned around and had a softened look on her face. Their eyes met for the first time since she had entered the lodge. Pointing to herself, the blonde motioned to her own body before speaking.

"Hilde," she exclaimed with a bit of a booming voice. Even her voice came with a friendly, jolly demeanor as she smiled at Melisende, introducing herself even though they couldn't understand each other's language. Melisende's shoulders dropped slightly as the woman dispelled the tension within the darkened lodge, welcoming the stranger into the family as she introduced herself.

"Melisende," the captive responded, her body relaxing slightly for the first time in over four weeks. The woman seemed to be genuinely friendly, unlike her captor who seemed to turn on a dime with his treatment.

Anders left the hall and the silence was palpable. None of the men dared to say a word. Anders knew that his actions had spoken volumes and that by this example he was doing what needed to be done to put down any uprising. Meanwhile, one of his women Andrea, came to him as he sat out on the pier staring at the ocean. Though she was dressed when she arrived, she disrobed before quietly seating herself beside him on the end of the long pier. Andrea had learned many years ago that her naked body was very helpful in calming his inner beast when he was troubled. "Hilde is with the woman" she said calmly. "I am sure she will help her to understand what is coming. Andrea knew well what Melisende had experienced the last month having had a similar experience herself. " I think she will be a good mother, when she fully understands what is happening to her." Andrea realized that Melisende had not yet accepted the fact that she was pregnant.

Hilde turned around by the hearth and took a couple steps towards the bed, Melisende straightened up and pushed her body back on the large bed as the other woman approached. Hilde stopped when she was a few feet away from the end of the bed and looked down. She began rubbing her belly stowly, tenderly, before looking back up and pointing towards Melisende.

The captive tilted her head slightly, her eyes furrowing in confusion at Hilde's motions. She was trying to tell her something but the language barrier was making it difficult to understand exactly what was being conveyed. But Hilde was not swayed. She then moved her arms and crossed them as if cradling a baby and rocked slowly before rubbing her belly again and pointing towards Melisende. It took her a moment before Melisende understood. Her eyes widened as she realized that this woman was trying to tell her she was with child. The captive woman looked down at her stomach, it's hardened abdominal muscles softening to make room for an eventual swelling belly. Her nausea and exhaustion had suddenly invaded her senses. Shaking her head, Melisende began to move off the bed, pulling the bedding with her. But she was not to keep it as one of the maids snatched the fabric from her hands, leaving her standing naked along the side of the large bed.

But Melisende didn't care. The realization had made her angry and panicked. Immediately, she turned and ran to the door of the lodge, pulling it open where the parade of women had left it unlatched. Once it was open, she ran out into the sunlight, blinding her from the bright light shining down on her making her arm move up to shield her eyes. She began running, but almost immediately tripped up on a tree root. Falling onto her knees, Melisende was stopped momentarily as she blinked in an attempt to clear her vision.

The soldier sanding guard on the porch was shocked as the door burst open and the alabaster skinned woman burst out into the village before tripping and falling to the ground. He was on her in a moment, realizing that he would be severely punsihed for even letting her leave the lodge. Without hesitation, he grabbed her wrist and ankle, ending the escape and slung her naked body over his shoulder and carried her back inside and latched the door. Breathing heavily, he sunk down in front of the door blocking any possible second escape. The maidens pulled her back to the tub, and set about cleaning up he muddy skin. They did not want the Earl finding his prize damaged in any way.

Meanwhile Anders wrapped his arm around this his second woman and the mother of 5 of his sons and three daughters. Despite her many births this woman was still among the most attractive in the village and a favorite. Anders pulled the naked woman into his lap and began to fondle her full breasts still full of milk as a result of nursing her youngest child a girl. His expression calmed and he smiled at the woman. "You always know what I need." he said calmly. After he had held her for a while, he kissed her forehead and sent he on her way before heading back to the lodge to check on the newest of his women.

Melisende struggled furiously as she felt rough hands wrap around her wrist and ankle before lifting her up over his shoulders, resting her gently over them as he carried her back into the lodge. He then lifted her off his body before leaving her on her feet back within the darkened lodge as the two maidens quickly approached to take both her arms tightly in their grasp as they pulled the captive back into the confines of her prison.

The maidens dragged Melisende back to the tub as they forced her body to sit down within it before filling it with a small amount of water. They then went about rubbing over her pale, whitened skin cleaning off any trace of the dark mud that stained her knees and her hands, in an attempt to ensure she was not damaged in any way from the fumbled escape attempt. Melisende struggled furiously against them, her arms and legs flailing as Hilde stood in shock back by the hearth, having never seen a woman struggle so strongly against her fate.

The maidens had completed their task and were drying the struggling but now clean Melisende as he entered the lodge. He walked up and took her chin in his hand, and lifting the woman to her tiptoes, looked her over head to toe. I have heard that despite your daily sickness yo do not realize you are carrying my child. Let me assure you , you are. My favorite woman has given me eight. I expect many more from you. In case you are still doubting, it wont be long before the fact will be obvious to anyone." He reached out and cupped her breasts.. "These will be the first to tell the story." He smiled.

The maidens ensured that all the dirt was scrubbed from her skin, ensuring not to rub too hard to keep the redness from invading over her perfect white appearance. They then pulled her out of the tub, one of them holding her still as the other rubbed a piece of cloth over the captives struggling body drying her off so a chill wouldn't catch her and cause her any type of sickness that could also harm the child she was carrying. Right as they finished, her captor stormed in, stalking across the floor quickly before grabbing hold of her chin and forcing her up onto her tiptoes as he spoke of her carrying his baby.

When his free hand grabbed her breast, explaining that they would be the first outward appearance of a pregnancy, her eyes narrowed and she slapped his hand away, the anger tearing through the fatigue as he held her up, her toes nearly off the ground as her head was forced to tilt back, her eyes matching his as she clenched her teeth in anger.

"I hope you get none from me," she hissed.

"Its good to see you are regaining your strength, but you would do well to hold your tongue. Have you forgotten so quickly how tender your backside was a short time ago?" He released her chin and before her heels could reach the ground he had each nipple squeezed tightly between his thumb and forefinger, one in each hand and was lifting her again. "This can be easy and pleasant or an exercise in pain tolerance. Its completely up to you. Either way, you will have children. Now what was it you were saying?" He could see the other women in the room grimace at seeing her predicament. Andrea tried to watch impassively but hurt for the woman. She had endured this treatment before and had learned well from it. "Oh please!" she softly begged Anders. "The woman hasn't learned yet...Teach her gently." Anders looked aside at Andrea, not realizing that she had followed him back to the lodge, and slowly lowered Melisendre to the floor. "You teach her. If she won't learn, you both will pay. Do you understand?" Andrea only nodded and lowered her eyes. Anders, satisfied, left the lodge.