At war

lizzy screams in pain and misery when the soldier enters her. she closes her eyes tight against the pain, beating her fists against the soldier's solid chest. tears leak out of the corners of her eyes, and she draws a shaky breath. she feels as if she is being torn apart by the his large cock.

the soldier grabs her arms by the wrists, pinning them above her head, leaving her entire body vulnerable to his looks and touch.
 
The soldier felt incredible power, as he thrust his cock into her young body. Virgin, indeed, he thought. He had taken many slaves during his lifetime, a far cry from his capture for service in the king's army. His mistreatment as a lad had turned him hard, and he penetrated the poor woman again and again. Slurping on her fine breasts, he cupped them, pinching her nipples. She would escape no more, as his weight pinned her down onto the bed. He laughed as she fought him, fucking her now-soiled cunt.



Scribe.
 
hearing the mans laughter, lizzy pries open her eyes to look into his, and is amazed at the coldness she finds there. how can this man enjoy her misery so much? does he not understand how much he his hurting her?

blood leaks out around the soldier's cock, soiling the white sheets, and reminding lizzy of what she has lost, what this man has taken from her. never in her life had she felt such hatred, such rage, but at the same time, such utter resignation. it is done, her virginity has been taken and there is nothing that she can do to reverse it. she lets her head fall to the side and clenches her eyes shut, trying her best to block out all her feelings, while hot tears fall along her cheeks onto the pillow.
 
The Kings looks straight at Sara.
"Basicly Sara all that you are asked to do is follow any order given to you be the Queen or myself. "
He said the words any order with a little more gusto then the rest.
 
Sara heard the king's emphasis, and gulped quietly.

She glanced at the queen quickly, but then remembered herself.

"Yes sire."

She looked down to the floor again, her weight shifting uncomfortably/
 
"Oh and one more thing. Because you will be our personal slave you will be getting your own room. You will also be treated more like royalty then a slave. Who knows mabey one day you will have slaves of your own."
 
This last information confused Sara even more. Royalty? Her own room? Her own slaves?

No, no, that was impossible.

"Thank you sire," she said quietly.
 
"Good now would you please go get the slaves that the Queen asked for."
 
"Yes sire," she said, equally quietly.

She shifted, looked around her, and backed slowly out of the room, not certain if she was acting correctly. Well, she figured, if she made a mistake the king would correct her.

When out of eyeshot, she turned and ran to the General Quarters, to find the dozen slaves she had told about the meeting.

She also sincerely hoped that she would see Lizzie.
 
The Queen was shocked by her husbands reactions. She chose not to mention it for now. She knew it was a struggle for him, but he needed to find equal balance. If not his people would walk right over him, and she did not want to see that. She could not stifle a small giggle when thinking about the look on Sara's face. "Well dear, I do not know if you made that girl feel better or more frightened." and with that said she laughed for the first time since she knew she was to become Queen.
 
I and several other slaves awaited Sara.

Although a few of the slaves were nervous or scared we all kept our composure. We were all ready to follow Sara to the queen.
 
Sara appeared in the slave quarters.

"Um.. OK. It's time. Um.. has anyone seen Lizzie?"

Sara was still worried for her friend, who she had not seen in some time.

She led them to the queen's sitting room, and hoped that they would not become scared when they saw the king sitting there as well.
 
"Sorry Sara... I haven't seen her." Ken told her, before the group of slaves followed her to the Queen's sitting room.

Alot of them became nervous at the sight of our King, but they still kept their cool. They stood in a line before the King and Queen.
 
"Sire, the slaves the queen requested to meet with."

Sara hoped things would go well. The king may still show cruelty, and this may have just been a trick to get the unruly slaves in one place....
 
"Good now then. I'm sure you all know Sara. Well she is now the Queen and My personal slave. Any order that we give to her to give to you will be followed without question. She may also give any of you her own personal orders that you will follow as if they came from one of us. Are there any questions?"
 
The Queen looked at the King and laughed again. "She is probably more frightened now beacause you were nice and not at all what she had expected." the queen giggled.
Before she could get her self to stop laughing Sara returned with some of the other slaves. She quickly tried to compose herself, though she doubts that it worked. She also quickly realized that her sitting room was not very accomadating to more that two or three people.
"Thank you Sara" The queen quickly spotted a slave in the back smirking. She could tell that this girl was a trouble maker. "I know most of you know who I am, but I wanted to introduce myself in person, and get a chance to get to know you all a bit better"
 
The slaves remind quiet at the King's question. Like anyone would question his word.

And they turned even more quiet at the Queens words. She wanted to get to know them? Why would a Queen bother trying to know about her slaves? They all thought.
 
Kensuke said:
The slaves remind quiet at the King's question. Like anyone would question his word.

And they turned even more quiet at the Queens words. She wanted to get to know them? Why would a Queen bother trying to know about her slaves? They all thought.
The Queen noticed their confusion and hoped she could ease their minds. "I want to get to know each of you so I can know your strengths and weakneses, and how you will best be able to serve me." She smiled at the young man feeling a warmth spead through her body. She again noticed the young woman in back snickering. She would have to find out who she was and what she was about. A trouble maker, no doubt.
 
A rapping at the door.

The soldier paused, holding the limp body under him. "What is it?"

"The King and Queen have demanded your presence", said the boy. "They, uh.... demand the slave too." Muttering and grumbling, the soldier put on his clothes. Looking back at the slave, he saw her there, defeated. She covered her face, avoiding his looking at her. He looked at the broken woman. Any feelings of victory were evaporating.

"Boy, get her some clothes and bring her to the slaves. I shall come over in a minute."


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Still, all were a little confused. Did she want that there and then? Or exclusive to each slave?

Finally, Ken came foreward, "Mistress," He began, "Is this... Is this something we do here, or in private?"
 
scribe_m said:
A rapping at the door.

The soldier paused, holding the limp body under him. "What is it?"

"The King and Queen have demanded your presence", said the boy. "They, uh.... demand the slave too." Muttering and grumbling, the soldier put on his clothes. Looking back at the slave, he saw her there, defeated. She covered her face, avoiding his looking at her. He looked at the broken woman. Any feelings of victory were evaporating.

"Boy, get her some clothes and bring her to the slaves. I shall come over in a minute."


Scribe.

The soldier took a step closer to lizzy, to do what? comfort her?, but she flinched and quickly rolled away, showing him her back. she pulled herself into a ball, and brought up the sheet to hide her body. she starts to tremble and closes her eyes tight to block out the scene before her.
 
The Queen smiled at Ken, heat rising to her face. She did not realize anyone noticed her look of passion. "Mayhaps another time" she whispered in his ear. She was not sure the King was ready to share her when they have not even been to gether yet.
 
lizzy1228 said:
The soldier took a step closer to lizzy, to do what? comfort her?, but she flinched and quickly rolled away, showing him her back. she pulled herself into a ball, and brought up the sheet to hide her body. she starts to tremble and closes her eyes tight to block out the scene before her.

Lizzie pulls the sheet over her head. She waits agonizing long minutes. A knock on the door.

"Give them to me," she hears.

More waiting. Then.

"If one of my men attempts to force him on you, come to me," she heard. The voice belonged to the man she hated, but the words were reluctant, deliberate. "I shall tell him there is a rumor you may be fancied by the Queen. I do not guarantee your safety." Another pause. "But I shall try." Lizzie felt cloth tossed on top of the sheets, but did not move. A door opened and shut. Lizzie stayed still a little longer. Finally, she looked. The soldier had left the room. On the bed was a slave's dress for her.


Scribe.
 
"Sires," Sara spoke up, rather boldly, "I believe the slaves are not ... clear why they are here. Nor, for that matter, am I. Are we to answer questions from you? Tell you how we feel? What is it you desire?"
 
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