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Author's infos Gender: Female Age: 28 Location: Somewhere in Texas |
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CHAPTER 6 PT 2 I sat in the sun, enjoying the fresh air. Enough days had passed that I wasn’t completely focused on my recent torture all the time. I was able to enjoy moments here and there that weren’t related to my recent devirginization. I tilted back my head and felt the sun’s warm rays on my face. My breasts heaved and swelled against the thin silk garment Gerchek had chosen for me today. My lungs pumped beneath them trying to savor the warm air. A warm breeze floated across our blanket and I shifted to keep my hair from blowing in my face. Absentmindedly, I reached down to adjust the thin silver chain that dangled from my ankle. Gerchek, noticed the movement and looked at me in concern. “No, it does not hurt. I simply forget that it is there sometimes until I move and feel it shift.” I sighed, annoyed. I was tired of constantly having to assure him that I was unharmed. I played with the seemingly delicate chain. Thinking of how it snaked its way through the small castle back to the bed it had always attached me to. I opened my mouth to ask one of the many questions that had been plaguing me but thought better of it and closed it again. Once again, my action did not go unnoticed by Gerchek. “It’s magic.” He began, matter-of-factly. “The chain is enchanted. It should never hurt you. But, I have recently been made aware how fragile you are. My worries about the chain are unfounded.” “And how does it…lengthen?” “Oh. You mean how is it that you can be out here, now. But other times you can’t get any farther than your chamber pot?” I nodded. “Well, it’s a bit hard to explain. But the basic principal is that the chain won’t listen, for lack of a better word, to the person who’s wearing it. It will only listen to the person who’s in ‘control’ of the person wearing it.” I looked puzzled for a minute, I’m certain of that. I was thinking back to when Douglas was….well, back to that night. I was trying to figure out how he could control it. Gerchek seemed to be following my train of thought. I wondered, not for the first time, if he could read my mind. “Douglas was able to control the chain because he had control of you. Although, he was better at it than he should have been. He must have experience with this type of device. They’re rare and expensive…but I suppose he has the means.” He paused. Seeming to assemble his thoughts. I could tell he was hesitant to continue. The next words came out in a rush. As if he felt vulnerable. My captor was vulnerable. “I’m so sorry, Princess. That was not supposed to happen the way it did. It was a way for me to have fun, a means to begin breaking you. It was supposed to be Douglas and no one else. I did what I could to protect you.” His face fell. For the first time ever, I felt sympathy for Gerchek. He truly was sorry for what had happened. And I knew, from the beating he had taken that he had done what he could. Sympathy overtook me and I leaned forward. I looked into his concerned eyes. They shifted to a dark blue. I leaned closer still. “I know you did what you could for me. And I thank you for that.” My hand reached forward and rested against his chiseled jaw. My lips brushed against his other cheek. “Thank you.” When I pulled away, I couldn’t help notice that his eyes had shifted to the palest green I had seen yet. The irises were nearly white. “That was….unexpected, Princess.” He cleared his throat and shifted himself just a bit. I hadn’t expected to make him uncomfortable. “Am I forgiven?” “Forgiven? No. But I have to show my appreciation for what you tried to do for me. I need you to know that I don’t fully blame you.” It was true. It was all true. It wasn’t in my nature to blame the innocent or place all the guilt on the most convenient party. “Princess, might I ask you about…that night?” Gerchek’s eyes began to undulate once again. But this time, somehow, I knew it was his emotion causing the change. Not him using some kind of magic. I knew the time would come when he would ask me about it. He had warned me. I had spent these days trying not to think about what had happened. Gerchek, again, noticed my hesitation. But before he could speak, I had made up my mind. “Just ask.” I resigned. I closed my eyes and steadied myself. I didn’t know what questions he would have but I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the answers. “You must be honest.” It was a command. But as I didn’t know what answers I would give, I didn’t think I would have lied anyhow. “Will you…will you answer some questions for me?” Was my reply. There were so many questions I had. I wasn’t sure how many he would answer. But one answer was better than none. “Why don’t you ask the first one.” He offered. He smiled at me and, somehow, I felt comforted. “Why do you make me wear this?” I reached down to the chain around my ankle. I hadn’t lied. It wasn’t painful. But where would I go? I couldn’t return to my father. I had been deflowered. I had been violated. I wasn’t a virgin anymore and several men had seen my nude form. I could not be remarried. And I certainly wasn’t his little girl anymore. “So you don’t run away, Princess.” “Now who isn’t being honest?” I meant it as an accusation and it came out as such. But another thought struck me. “If you wanted, you could just command me to stay. Why the pretense of the chain?” He smiled. “Your head is not empty, Princess. I have had many women of noble birth. All were ‘well educated’ but in the wrong ways. Music, dance, flower arranging…” I nodded. These were all things I had been taught as well. But I had taken it upon myself to further my education. I had read every book my father had ever brought into the castle. And those brought by others. I smiled as I thought about the naughty books I had confiscated from my chambermaids in the name of decency. He cocked his head at my subtle smile. I set my face and he continued. “But none have shown the intuition, the deduction you display. I marvel at your mind.” He stopped. I waited patiently but no more came. “You did not answer my question.” “Again, with your quick mind. I was hoping I had distracted you. The truth is, Princess, I like seeing you in your chain. I have others. Some even more wonderous. Some a little more….basic.” The tone on the last word made me certain he was trying to hide what he meant. “In time, you will come to know some of them.” His last sentence sent a chill down my body. I shuddered noticeably. “Why did you ask me to stop projecting Leopold?” The name stopped my thoughts short. I looked at him. I was caught completely off guard. My blank stare met his gaze and I was speechless. “It is my turn.” He smiled. It was quite forced. I knew he wanted an answer but I’m certain he wasn’t expecting my reaction to his question. His features softened, “I’m sorry. Another poor attempt at distraction. But I would like an answer.” I sat quiet. I tried to bring back that night. Trying to remember how it felt to have Leopold with me. Trying to remember what had made me want that beautiful vision to fade from my eyes. “He is the only man I ever loved. Douglas is the only man I ever hated, until….” I trailed off. Hoping he hadn’t noticed. “When I realized what you were doing I could picture what you were seeing. I could see myself enjoying Douglas. I could hear myself begging my wretched brother to be inside me. I suppose that I didn’t want anyone to remember me enjoying the worst moment of my life.” That was part of it. And there was more. But even I didn’t know what it was. Gerchek seemed satisfied and did not press the matter further. “I was only trying to make it easier for you.” “I know that. And I appreciate the effort. Which brings me to my next question. You can control me. You can make me do so many things against my will. You can even make me see what I know is not there. Why couldn’t you force those men to leave? Why couldn’t you stop what happened to me? I know you would have, if you could. This is not an accusation. I simply do not understand.” I felt a tear slide down my face as I began to feel he could have stopped it. I knew it was irrational. He may be a terrible man but no part of me believed he wanted what had happened. “I simply cannot control that many people. Four or five people at most if I am simply projecting something. Making people do something requires more energy, more concentration. I can control two or three, convincingly, at most. I thought, if I couldn’t stop them, I could at least make it easier on you. I could give you what you wanted. What I had taken from you.” His tone became somber and he got up and walked away from me. His broad shoulders tightened as he crossed his arms in front of his large chest. “I…I did not intend to become so…fond of you, Princess. I am sorry for all that has passed. But I believe that you will learn to love the things that I intend to do with you.” His allusions to his plans for me always scared me. Fear shot through my body. I had begun to think he was a decent man. Someone who just lost control of the situation. That seeing how this experience had affected me had brought concern, sympathy, maybe even love for me into his heart. But now, it was clear. He had no intention of deviating from whatever plans he held for me. He bent down and snatched up a weed. He began to play with it, still with his back to me. “Did you enjoy any part of it?” Again, he caught me off guard. “I don’t understand. Enjoy what?” “Our wedding night. Did you enjoy any part of it?” He had turned to me. Trying to read my expression, or my mind. I can’t be sure which it was. I opened my mouth to yell ‘NO’ at him. But my voice stopped in my throat and a strangled gurgling noise came out. I realized I had been ordered to tell the truth. And ‘no’ was an obvious lie. “I enjoyed some of it.” That was all I was going to give him. He knew I was lying by omission. I didn’t have to tell him everything as long as what I did say was the truth. A smirk crossed his face. “Which parts, clever Princess?” “I enjoyed myself when I thought I was with Leopold.” I stopped. Hoping he wouldn’t ask for more. His face hardened into a knowing look. He enjoyed this game of cat and mouse. “What other parts? Tell me all you enjoyed.” Bastard. The words came gushing out. Even I wasn’t aware of my feelings about all of this. “I liked having all those hands on me. My whole body was on fire. I liked the taste of their seed. I’ve never had anything like it before. I liked that I could make all those men lose control. They couldn’t stop cumming. I liked when the four men-” I stopped. I suddenly remembered when the nobles had their turn with me. I remembered seeing myself from across the room. Pleasing so many men at once. The bliss on their faces. The animal lust in their eyes. My glistening body rocking, pumping, stroking in every direction. I had been so sexy in that moment. I thought back to a few years ago when I had gone into the city to see how the commoners were doing. I had wandered, lost in my own thoughts and come across parts of the town a virgin princess was not meant to see. Women lined the streets, half naked. Some of them wore no clothes at all. More still performed sexual acts right in the open. I thought of how I felt that day. How beautiful I thought those women were. How I envied their hold on men. And I realized, in that moment, I had looked like one of those women. “Continue.” Gerchek’s voice broke my concentration and the visions of the “women of lesser reputations” (as father had called them once) drifted from my mind. I tried to retrace my thoughts. I couldn’t remember where I had left off. And again, I settled on the scene of me surrounded by four nobles. I was aware of Gerchek moving closer. I began to realize that Gerchek had shown me what I looked like through his eyes. He was showing me how beautiful I was, pleasuring all those men. How my body was a perfect vessel for pleasuring men. How each inch of my manicured flesh was made for that purpose. “Continue.” He commanded. I fought the command. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know how I felt. I looked up at him. His eyes undulated between blue and green so quickly it seemed to become one color. I thought to all the things he could do with his mind. All the ways he had controlled my thoughts and body. “You.” I breathed. So quiet I barely heard the word. “You!” I became dizzy. Thoughts were flying around my head. One after the other. Leopold, Gerchek, the nobles, my glistening body, the nobles, Leopold. I wanted to feel that power again. Those men wanted me. Gerchek grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me. “CONTINUE!” I leaned into him and kissed him. I wanted him inside me. I wanted to feel like I did with the four nobles. I wanted to be in control. I wanted a man to need me. I drew myself up to him. I pressed my thinly clothed body against him. My tongue parted his lips as I sank into his chest. I reached up and grabbed the back of his head. I tried to push myself deeper into him. I wanted our bodies to melt together. This man had taken everything from me. My love, my family, my kingdom, my virginity. I needed my control back. I needed my power back. He had taken everything. He had taken everything…. I pushed him away. “What have you done to me? Is this part of your game?! Haven’t you taken enough from me?” I was furious. How had I ended up kissing him? How was it possible for me to want him and hate him at the same time? “You’ve destroyed my life. How could I want to kiss you? What is wrong with me? What have you done to me?!” I began to strike at him. I beat against his chest. My thrashing arms were wild with rage and none of my blows hit square. Even in my crazed state I was certain he wouldn’t have a scratch on him. “Why are you doing this to me? Why me? Why are you doing this?!” I couldn’t stop screaming at him. I couldn’t figure out why I was so horny. I became dizzy. My mind was being pulled in two different directions. It couldn’t handle it. I resigned to the futility of my attack. My arms felt heavy and tired. The blows I struck became even more pointless. Gerchek grabbed me around the torso, pinning my bent arms between our chests. I fought and struggled against him. His grip never loosened. “Let go of me you vile, loathsome, wretched, monster!” I began to scream long streams of every insulting word I knew. It was soon abbreviated to bursts of “Get off me” and “Let go” spat between sobs. After an immeasurable amount of time, I simply gave up. I slumped against his sturdy form and cried quietly to myself. I was simply overwrought with helplessness. I awoke the next morning to Gerchek sitting in his usual seat across the room. I suddenly wondered if he ever slept. I sat up and waited to hear what he had to say. He simply smiled. It was only then that I realized how chilly the room felt. I looked down and noticed that instead of the skimpy gowns he enjoyed dressing me in, I was nude. There wasn’t a stitch of clothing between his eyes and my bare breasts. I snatched the covers up over my body and glared at him. “I’ve seen you naked before, Princess.” “If you remember, that was against my will as well.” I pulled the sheets tighter around my body and began to cross the room in hopes of finding clothing. “You’ll not find anything to wear. And at some point, you’ll have to rise and use your pot.” He smiled the smile of a victorious man. I let out an exaggerated, ‘hmmph’ sound and snatched the covers from the bed. I used my chamber pot, turning my back as he made it clear he wasn’t going to offer me any privacy. When I finished I turned back to him in a stance of pride and defiance. “Remove the bed linens.” His voice was so calm and smooth but as the soft fabrics slipped down my lithe body, I realized it had been a command. He steepled his hands below his chin and took in, yet again, my naked body. He made no effort to hide his enthusiasm for his new acquisition. His eyes traveled every inch of me. “Turn” he ordered. And I floated around in a small circle. As I turned, he spoke. “Our time here is running short, Princess. I had plans for this time but your recovery has been slow…as our first night did not go as planned. It is time for you to learn some of my expectations of you.” His tone was serious. I knew this was no joke. But something in it betrayed his enthusiasm. “From this point on, you will wear no clothes unless I deem it necessary. Today, you will write a letter to your father. You will tell him what a wonderful time you are having. I am going to go make some arrangements for our arrival in Trusca. Someone will come to you soon. You are to do exactly as she tells you or I will make you regret it.” He rose from his seat and left the room. A woman entered shortly after. She told me to lie on the bed. I did as I was instructed. I was becoming less and less convinced of Gerchek’s concern for me. The woman stretched the chain on my ankle until both of my feet were secured against the foot of the bed. My naked cleft splayed wide open for her to see and shame quickly won my thoughts. She produced a tray with a small bowl and a razor. She used a damp cloth to wet my privates and a perfumed soap to lather my mound. Carefully, with a skill that insisted she had done this before, she began to shave me. I craned my neck to watch her work but after a while I realized there wasn’t much purpose to my voyeurism. I couldn’t stop her. And I didn’t much care what I looked like down there. She finished quickly. Much faster than I had anticipated. And swept from the room without loosing my chains. I lay there, fixed to the bed. Time passed slowly. I tried to close my legs. The exposure was embarrassing. The dampness from the shave left a cold spot between my legs. With no hair down there I felt even more exposed than ever. Finally, although no one entered the room, the chain loosened itself and returned to its normal position restraining me by only one ankle. I moved and was relieved to see that I could move away from the bed. I walked to a new mirror Gerchek had positioned in the room to replace the one that had broken. A sharp intake of breath met my ears as I caught my first glimpse of my entirely naked body. I had spent my entire live seeing the bushy brown hair that framed my tiny triangle. Now, it was just the crease from my thighs that highlighted that coveted region. I ran a hand down my body to the newly exposed skin. It was so soft and smooth. I mused at my new appearance. It was different. But not unsettling. My fingers grazed my clit as I explored myself. It was a sensation I was unaccustomed to; it being so readily accessible. The surprise startled me. It felt so nice. I couldn’t stop touching myself. My hand drifted up and down the smooth skin. I circled my growing nub and my fingers traveled, seemingly by themselves, down into my slit. I moved them up and down the slick cleft and prodded at my small mound. I thought back to the men I had pleasured and tried to repeat their movements. I tried to remember how it felt to have them inside me. I closed my eyes and moaned to myself. Then I remembered my attack the morning of the competition. How that man had cupped my sex in his hand. How desperately I had tried to force his fingers inside me. I poked and prodded at myself, driving my fingers deeper and deeper into my drenched hole. I had never felt so alive! I knelt down on the floor in front of the mirror and began to move my hand faster. My free hand found its way to a nipple and began to twist and tug at the sensitive flesh. I moaned louder. It was so hard to please myself now that I had had a man, several in fact, inside me. I leaned forward to adjust the angle of penetration and was shocked to see another reflection in the mirror. Gerchek was standing behind me, watching the entire scene unfold. |
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