At war

She nodded quickly.

"Yeah, yeah. Let's."

She was aware she had made a mistake in kissing him. She wasn't sure, but felt that the Queen would probably have punished her for that.

She stood quickly, holding the parchment of symbols Ken had written out for her.
 
After many searches around the castle, the duo had not found their queen. "Maybe we should wait until she comes to us?" He suggested to his fellow slave.

"I'm sure there are some parts of this castle we have not visited, but maybe, we should not."
 
"I think we should wait. I don't wanna find her somewhere we... aren't supposed to be. Umm... what should we do until she comes back to us?"

She looked at Ken with a serious, trusting look. She felt entirely safe with him, and would do what he said they should. Of course, didn't the Queen say she was in charge of the other Slaves? No, she really didn't feel that was appropriate. He knew more than she did. She'd do what he suggested.
 
"Ummm... We can take these books over to the slaves to ask what casual clothing they'd want. How about that?" Ken suggested.

They might as well, both Ken and Sara weren't far from the slaves quarters.
 
"Sounds good. That way I can tell the Queen I did it, like she told me to, and you can write down what they want."

I smiled, and began to walk toward the slave quarters.
 
Ken followed her, and within the quarters, most slaves were there. Besides... Lizzy. 'Where'd she go?' Ken wondered. He took the time he had to display the books in front of the slaves, and they'd till him what they'd want, and Ken would then write down each selection.
 
Sara also went around to the slaves, encouraging them to tell Ken what they wanted. The Queen was going to buy them these things, and make life easier for them all. The King, she also assured them, was changing, and they would start to be happy for a change, rather than simply going through life.

She kept looking over at Ken, amazed how quickly he turned the desires of the slaves into the symbols.
 
All the slaves have chosen. Except Lizzy. Ken looked over to Sara. "Have you seen where Lizzy is?" Ken questioned.

"She hasn't been around the Slave's quarters for quite a little while now..."
 
BETSY

"She's probably out fucking her soldier friend." Betsy snapped snatching the book away from him.

"What is that filthy little bitch doing in here?" she spat, looking at Sara with pure hatrid

"And what are you doing with these books? Stealing no doubt" she said throwing the book at Ken, hitting him in the nose.
 
Luckily, Betsy didn't throw all that hard, and Ken picked up the book. "The queen asked us to write down clothing for the slaves."

"Although, I'm not so sure if everyone here deserves it." He said, glaring at Betsy.
 
Sara took a deep breath, and stepped up to Betsy.

"You ... you have to stop that now. I am in charge, the Queen said. And I am going to tell her what you are doing. I am going to tell her you need to be punished."

She tried to look brave, but she was trembling violently.
 
BETSY

Betsy just looked at the girl and laughed, though inside she cringed. How often had the king beaten her? How often was she subjected to the soldiers creulty? She could not count. She could not count the scars on her back from a mother who hated her. She was cold and bitter, and didn't care who she hurt, no one ever cared about hurting her.

She flung her self on the bed, pretending to laugh, but inside she was crying. Crying cold bitter tears of resentment.
 
Feeling better, now that she had stood up to Betsy, she relaxed and turned back to Ken.

"I don't know where Lizzy is, but we should find her. She deserves special treatment."
 
"Alright." Ken opened the door for Sara, and for a moment, looked back at Betsy on the bed.

They both walked out. "Where should we search?"
 
Sara shrugged.

"I don't know. She always enjoyed wandering the halls, so she could be anywhere. I guess we just kinda ... wander the halls ourselves. Hey, maybe we'll find areas we've never seen before?"
 
Faremistress said:
A soft moan escaped her lips as she returned his kiss.

He felt his tongue escape from his mouth and begin to poke at her lips
 
Paige slightly opens her mouth and gently explores his tongue with hers. She allowed her arms to wrap around his neck, one hand running through his hair.
 
Sara thinks she hears Lizzy up ahead, but there is another voice too. She is bold this time though, feeling that the Queen's support is behind her.

"Lizzy? Lizzy, is that you?"
 
lizzy1228 said:
hitching her chin, she responds "so you also know how its gaurds abuse its slaves?"

"Abuse? We are merely the will of the king. Let me show you the truth." The soldier leads Lizzy towards the forested area behind the castle. "Be silent when the others speak. Slaves are only permitted here under escort. We normally only use men to do this work for reasons that will be obvious. We should not even be here."

Leading Lizzy further towards a clearing, she sees roughly turned earth. "There. There are the graves of the previous castle inhabitants... your mother... your father... the king did not sell your parents into slavery. There, there is where they are buried. But did he provide them a merciful slaughter? No. To harden our hearts, he made us do terrible things to them before their deaths. I saw the tears in your mothers eyes, as she was taken while her husband was being tortured to death. I could not protest or I would be laying with them, now."

Pointing at some other earth, he continues. "See? See that upturned earth? That is where he keeps his pets when he is done with them. All I and the other guards hope for is a quick death. Not the ones your parents received. Nor the death that I fear you too will behold."


Scribe.
 
Ken followed the voices with Sara, while keeping a lookout for the queen. This castle is simply to big to look for two women, and they simply have no power to request them.

The reached a castle exit, to the forest behind. We could still hear they're voices. "Do you think Lizzy is there?"
 
"Slaves aren't allowed out there, Ken. I hope she isn't there, because she would be punished. We ... we need to stay here, or leave. It .. it isn't safe. If a soldier sees us here, he'll report us to the King, and I don't know if the Queen would be able to save us!"

Sara grabbed Ken's hand, and tried to pull him back from the castle entrance.
 
Ken turned red at Sara grabbing his hand, and sighed. He was almost certain Lizzy was there.

He followed Sara back into the castle. He was still red at her holding his hand.
 
scribe_m said:
"Abuse? We are merely the will of the king. Let me show you the truth." The soldier leads Lizzy towards the forested area behind the castle. "Be silent when the others speak. Slaves are only permitted here under escort. We normally only use men to do this work for reasons that will be obvious. We should not even be here."

Leading Lizzy further towards a clearing, she sees roughly turned earth. "There. There are the graves of the previous castle inhabitants... your mother... your father... the king did not sell your parents into slavery. There, there is where they are buried. But did he provide them a merciful slaughter? No. To harden our hearts, he made us do terrible things to them before their deaths. I saw the tears in your mothers eyes, as she was taken while her husband was being tortured to death. I could not protest or I would be laying with them, now."

Pointing at some other earth, he continues. "See? See that upturned earth? That is where he keeps his pets when he is done with them. All I and the other guards hope for is a quick death. Not the ones your parents received. Nor the death that I fear you too will behold."


Scribe.


tears come to lizzy's eyes at the mention of her parents. they had been gone for many years, but she thought of them often, wishing that they were here to protect her. they had never wanted this life for her, but were unable to escape the king's rule.

she turns her eyes accusingly at the soldier, filled with pain. why would he want to show her this? what could be gained by causing her misery?

in as cold a tone as she can manage she responds "i thank you for your concern, but i do not fear death, for there is little that could be worse than this".

with that, she turns from him and begins to walk away
 
BETSY

Betsy laid the bed for a while after all the other slaves had left. she just laid there thinking about how awful her life was, and how she would make them pay...all of them. All she wanted was someone to love her, but she had no one. She knew that little snob Sara now had Ken. She could picture her sucking on his huge swollen member, and it got her hot. She decided to sneak into Sara's room for some privacy, knowing they would be busy looking for Lizzy. Once there, she thought she would go into the Queens room. "Why not?" she thought to herself. The Queen would be busy with the King all day, and she would love a nice hot bath.
She stripped her clothes off and stepped into the warm water. She started thinking about Ken and Sara, how she would love for that little slut to be between her legs right about now.
As her excitement over Sara grew, she began playing with her clit. She looked around for something to fuck herself with, and found a thick round, wooden brush. She started rubbing her clit again as she slowly pushed the brush handle into her wet hole. She bucked and moand wildly, imagineing it was Sara and Ken fucking her. She screamed out her first wave of orgasm, but did not stop her own asault to her pussy.
 
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