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[Vagrant]

The King

"I'll still call you slut from time to time, but you've been good so I won't call you that all the time. As for tattooes, I haven't decided what I'm going to give you yet. But when I do you'll be the first to know. I do have one tattoo, the royal crest of Stanislava over my heart."

He thinks about her final question, tell her the truth, or lie? What would be the point in lieing now? "I've been conditioning your body for sex while you sleep. Every night almost since I got you."

 

[Vagrant]

The King

He simply smiles and keeps her on his lap and fondles her tits.

"So, do you like having a little bit of tugging on your rings?" To emphasize the question he pulls on one of her nipple rings lightly.

He was already planning out the tattoos he would give her. As a reward, most would be feminine as she had requested, but some would also reflect her new station.

 

[Vagrant]

The King

He nods benevolently and lifts her up putting her on her bed and covers her up. "Sleep well Pet. You'll become used to all this soon."

 

[Vagrant]

The King

The guards outside her door heard the muffled sounds of her rummaging around and opened the door to find her passed out. They brought her quickly to the healer and informed him who she was. He nodded and quickly went to work bandaging her wrists.

A servant was sent to inform the king and he stormed down the stair and into the infirmary. He was actually concerned about her welfare.

 

[Vagrant]

The King

"No pet, you aren't dead. You were very naughty doing that. You had me VERY worried. What possessed you to try and KILL yourself?"

His voice was not as hard as it might have been, since she had shown defiance. But he had decided that a softer hand most of the time would be received better than a hard hand all teh time.

 

[Vagrant]

The King

"No, I will not let you die. and you will have nothing with which to try again. I may yet kill your sister, but I have other plans in mind for her. I take it be 'he', you mean your father. He is dead, by my own hands. 'He' is simply your guilt at doing something you think is wrong." He petted her hair back softly.

 

[Vagrant]

The King

"He's DEAD. The only people that can hurt you now are me, and you. And you know it is pointless to hate me. Hating me will get you nothing but punishment. Nothing but pain. I won't kill you, not now. But I will discipline you."

 

[Vagrant]

The King

((*chuckles* Sorry, checked earlier and went to think about what to post and then I forgot it was my post))

He smiled and stroked her hair back. "you are a strong woman, and I am sure you will get through this. But I will leave you with one thing. You keep saying he thought better of your sister, why would you NOT want to betray him? Why would you CARE if he was angry with you? I would wager he never gave you anymore than you needed, and your people probably caught on to this as well you know. How did THEY treat you?"

 

[Vagrant]

The King

"All that is done with. A slave is not worth as much if she is damaged. I will not scar you permanently. And I will treat you well, for a slave that is. I may be a hard Master, but I do reward obediance. You met the girls in the harem, most of them have chosen a life of servitude to me, over freedom. They are all in the same situation as you are, slaves to me. And they are happy. Can you be happy as well?"

 

[Vagrant]

The King

He reaches down her body and fondles her tits briefly before moving lower still and starts stroking her pussy. "That's too bad. I would have preferred you to be happy, but pretending will suffice. You will not be freed, you will not go where you please, and you will be a fucktoy. And you are right, you do not have a choice."

He leaves her then and the guards take her back to her room. When she gets tehre, more books are lined up on the shelves, most are novels with asexual theme, and most of those dealing with forced slavery that in the end the slave never wants to leave.

 

[Vagrant]

The King

The door opens and a nurse comes in to change the new slave's bandages. When she see what Catalina is doing, she gasps, which alerts the guards and they come in as well.

 

[Vagrant]

The King

One of the Guards speaks. "Slave, come out of there now."

If she doesn't come out the large man moves the bed while the otehr grabs her.

The restrain her and once again attach the chain to her collar. Only this time there is much less slack in the chain and she can't go far. While still holding her, they let the nurse in to change the bandages and apply clean ones.

"You are lucky His Majesty ordered that none but he could fuck you. We would both rape you now otherwise."

 

[Vagrant]

Unfortunately for Catalina, the beam bends under the strain and slowly starts to break. Just as she is about to lose consiousness, it breaks in two. She tumbles to the floor and the beam, as well as peices of stone no bigger than her hand fall ontop of her. Hearing this the guards once again look in, and seeing her lying there simply laugh, though incase she tries something again, one of them stays in the room with her.

 

[Vagrant]

The guard simply watched her. He smiled as he saw her hold her breath. Eventually she would pass out, and her consious control over her lungs would give out, forcing her to exhale. He waited patiently but when she refused to breathe yet again he grabbed her off the bed. He slapped her around and pulled harshly on her nipple rings.

 

[Vagrant]

((Wasn't going to complain ))

"Then do not try to Die. My orders are to guard you, to keep you here, and to keep you safe. His Majesty would kill me if you died now. He will most certainly punish me for hitting you. That is his pleasure alone. But I will take punishment over death, for death is the coward's escape. And I am no coward. Are you?"

 

[Vagrant]

The King

At that point the King, lead by the worried nurse came in through the door. He quickly spoke a single word and teh glyph that he had painted on her skin flared to life, the dye may have faded, but the spell hadn't.

"Ungrateful Slut."

 

[Vagrant]

When she wakes up, she is once again in the Dungeon, chained firmly to a very Solid table.

"It would appear we need to start all of this all over again. And I had such high hopes for you Slut." The king said as he stepped into her line of vision. He walked over to her and took to short chains out of his pocket. He attached one end to her collar and the other end to each of the nipple rings. The chains were not long enough to let her tits hang naturally, so she would feel a constant pull on the chains. Nothing painful, but always there.

"Despite my disappointment, I will give you a small gift, if you will see it as I intend it. The scars inflicted upon you by your father will be hidden, by tattoes. Feminine ones, I believe was your request?" Another man appeared and started to work, making intricate and colourful drawings onher skin. It would no doubt be painful, since he did nothing to dull the pain, but such is the price of disobedience. There were various things on a table next to him, in clear view of Catalina, that could be used to dull pain. But he used none of them.

 

[Vagrant]

"Oh you sadly underestimate them Slut. They have pride, as well as brains. They take great pride in doing the best job they can. They would have that same pride wether they were haremgirls or otherwise. No you are simply too cowardly to give the life you have a try. This has simply been preamble. The lead up to what you will become. If you believe your days would always be spent in that modly old room, you are mistaken. You would have some freedom. As well as a more luxurious room."

He walks over to her, until he is even with her waist. He reaches down between her spread legs but doesn't touch her pussy. Instead he moves the dildo inplace and starts the machine, it moves in and out of her smoothly. Her chains keeping her from moving at all while the other man continues his work.

"Perhaps that will put you in a more... friendly mood."

 

[Vagrant]

"Did I EVER say you would be their equal? If you were I would keep you in teh harem, chained to the wall if needed. No, I gave you a private room. And yes I dare say they ARE proud of being chosen to be in my harem. They need not worry where the next meal is to come from, they have a roof over their heads, and vasts amounts of free time. I am constantly expandng upon what choices they have to spend that free time, to keep them happy. It is no different than being a baker, except they do not have to fill a quota of X fucks in a day."

He didn't care if the machine had no visible effects right now, she was going to be down here for quite awhile. And the machine would be going the whole time.

 

[Vagrant]

"PLease, enlighten me on what is wrong with a woman choosing to sleep with a man? And said man providing for all her needs? What difference does it make that there is more than one woman who chooses to sleep with me, and for whom I provide?"

He lets teh bastard question hang, choosing not to answer it.

 

[Vagrant]

He laughs for a few moments. "Is that your problem? That I can fuck many women and you can only fuck me? Let me tell you, the women in my harem who chose to be there, knew the situation going in. They KNEW they would be one of many. It doesn't bother them. But if it bothers you, I will recind the order to teh guards not to fuck you. Of course, you would almost certainly be have a cock up your ever so lovely pussy at all times."

 

[Vagrant]

By now the Tattoo artist was finished and he left. The King examined his work and nodded. "What do you think? It hides teh scar well. No matter what your father did to you, it is in the past. And that is gone. He was so very wrong to dismiss you out of hand. If you had been on the throne instead of him, I might not have won the war. And any man that cannot appreciate your magnificent tits is no man at all."

 

[Vagrant]

"You want to know why I mentioned your tits? Because you keep mentioning that your father always insulted you for them. He was a fool for doing so. And as for your sister, I could care less about her. Your spirit is far more interesting than she is. Yes, you are smart, and no I haven't given you many opportunities to exercise your mind. But you are in Training. That must take priority. You keep saying I do not understand, but I understand far more than you think."

 

[Vagrant]

"Indeed, training starts all over again, but you may yet recieve permission to use the gardens. or the Library. When your training is finished."

"And no, you are not stupid, jsut strong willed. I admire that in anyone, even a slave. Even though I have to break that will."

 

[Vagrant]

"I had honestly thought you had given in before, but it turned out you hadn't. I will not make the same mistake again. But this time I will not be gentle with you."