Duty and Conquest

[wideeyedone]

Tierney's father had already delivered the crushing news that her love Riccus had been killed in battle. It was only a few days later that he told her to seal the peace, she was being given in marriage to the brother of the lowlander King. She wanted to beg her father to find a highland man to give her to, but she knew from his face that he didn't want to hand her over to this man.

A small band of warriors and her father took her on what seemed like a funeral procession to her wedding. They rode and camped for several days and when the cold, grey stong castle was looming on the horizon, her father's men stood with swords drawn with their backs to her as she bathed and dressed herself. She wove her sunkissed dark hair into a long braid that hung down her back. She slipped into a heavy emerald green brocade gown. It clung to her body and then flared at her hips.

Her father's personal guard helped her onto her horse and they rode into the bustling castle. The townsfolk were gathered to see the prince's new bride. Tierney did her best to smile sweetly but she felt an ominous sense of doom.

 

[Elvenoff1]

.. sorry..

 

[cgraven]

Owen McDuff was the second son of Charles King of Ionia and had little interest in the political maneuvering to ensure the dynastic alliances that would forge an ever stronger Ionia. On this day of his uncle William’s forced marriage he was lurking Just behind his father and uncle and idly wondered what little surprise the King had in store for the combined assembly for Charles was a cruel man by nature, a man who enjoyed toying with people’s lives hopes and fears, a trait that Owen himself had inherited from his father.

All eyes were on the little cavalcade that now approached the strong hold of Oban Charles’ seat of power. All eyes where turned to the fragile young beauty being led on the palfrey like a lamb to the slaughter. Her heavy emerald green brocade gown with the ancient symbols of her clan woven in gold thread into seemed to draw the viewer’s eye to her petite sensual charms and the seductive flare of her hips. The sun kissed her long braid. Flowers had been woven i to that dark auburn braid a symbol of her youthful virginity. King Charles extended his hand to the young beauty and lifted her from the back of the palfrey she rode as if she were as light as a feather. Turning to his assembled court the young Lady Tierney on his arm he watched and waited for his moment to strike It was just as William was about to step forward that he struck.

“ Owen Your bride. “

In with swift move he had out maneuvered his scheming brother and caught his wayward second son by surprise as well, and strengthened the alliance with Lady Tierney’s clan by marrying her to his son, a possible heir to the throne of Ionia.

“Yes your Majesty.”

Owen took Tierney’s hand and led her into the strong hold of Oban. He led her to a small anti room where a man in a black robe waited.

“ Lady Tierney this is my Royal Physician Professor Darkling he will ensure that you are a virgin. I fear it is a necessity when a Royal marriage is to be consummated.”

Owen McDuff casually took a seat in the solitary chair in the room as the heavy oaken door closed behind the Royal couple.

”Remove your clothing Lady Tierney So I can begin your examination.”

A wicked glance passed between Darkling and Prince Owen.

 

[wideeyedone]

Tierney trembled as she rode into the courtyard. When the king gave her hand to the prince, she curtsied deeply. He lead her inside the dark ominous keep. She felt a chill pass over her as she crossed the threshold of the chamber. Tierney was horrified when Owen instructed her to remove her clothing.

"I have been examined by midwives and I give you my word. I am a maiden." her fingers clasped the doorframe. "my father would not consent to this" She refused to remove her gown. "please...." Her voice was soft and sweet.

Darkling placed his cold hand on the girl's neck. He found his mark and pinched. Her knees buckled and she whimpered in pain.

"be very still or your gown will be ruined. Or I might despoil you myself and toss you in the courtyard telling everyone you are a harlot and destroy the peace. Understand?"

The pain was searing. Tierney nodded as tears slipped down her cheeks. Darkling let go and began unlacing the corset of her gown. He expertly undressed her and then pressed her down on his cold stone table. Owen's eyes were filled with heat.

 

[cgraven]

Prince Owen was not what one would call the answer to a young maiden’s prayers when it came to a husband and lover. He was passed his prime at fifty and six years of age. His once tawny copper hair was little more than a tauncehered monk’s with touches of sliver at his temples and the crown of his head was bald and speckled with liver spots. He had already buried two wives, both years younger than he; all were arranged marriages of state. Yet there was a hidden strength to him that belied the idle overindulgent creature that first met one’s eye.

Professor Darkling knew what was required of him, and the truth be told, quite enjoyed the task his Prince had set for him.

"I have been examined by midwives and I give you my word. I am a maiden."

The stunning young beauty’s fingers clasped the doorframe and there was a flare of spirit as she continued.

"My father would not consent to this"

Yet despite the Royal command of her Princely husband to be Tierney refused to remove her gown.

"please...."

The girl’s voice was soft and sweet as an angels, yet the pious young Lass from the highlands soon discovered that she was in the house of the Devil when with a deceptive ease Darkling placed his cold hand on the girl's neck, his knowing fingers found their mark. Owen watched as Tierney knees buckled as she whimpered in pain from the slight pressure of the man’s fingers.

"Be very still or your gown will be ruined. Or I might despoil you myself and toss you in the courtyard telling everyone you are a harlot and destroy the peace. Understand?"

Tears streamed down the young virgin’s flawless cheeks as her laces were undone and all she could do was mutely nod her head for it was her duty to her father and clan to make this union work less she be their downfall. They needed the alliance as much as Ionia did to meet the threat from the Northern raiders.

Not only her gown, but all her under garments where stripped from her. Tierney stood before her Prince and darkling in all her naked glory before being laid on the stone floor to be groped and examined by the Professor. Darkling began his examination by caressing Tierney’s breasts, his thumbs grazing the girl’s untouched flesh. It was a slow sensually seductive examine to see just how responsive her nubile young body was. His hands floated down across the girl’s quivering abdomen his touch so soft so seductive. The tip of Darkling knows finger slid along the length of Tierney’s virginal folds. The pad of his finger teased the young innocent’s clit, slowly, expertly, drawing it from its hooded hiding place. The Owen’s orders had been quite clear; Make his blushing bride cum to a strangers touch and with this gorgeous young creature at his mercy Darkling was more than happy top obey the prince.

 

[wideeyedone]

Tierney did her best to stay still and keep quiet. Darkling's hands were expert. His touches were feather light or deep and piercing. She gasped deeply when Darkling toyed with her breasts. She whimpered when his hand trailed down her belly and he pinched her thigh hard in reply. More tears streamed down her cheeks.

Tierney closed her eyes, trying to take herelf to another place. She tried to think of her home, and riding her horse in the rolling hills. But instead, she could hear Darkling murmurring to himself, and she could hear Owen breathing.

She had never explored her own sex. She was shocked to feel her responses. Darkling teased her lips and then coaxed her clit from the hood. She cried out as he began stoking the fire of her arousal. her thighs trembled and she threw her head back. Her back arched causing her breasts to thrust toward the ceiling.

"She will suit you well, my prince. She is responsive and chaste. her father has protected her for her husband."

Darkling slid his hands up and pressed on her hips.

"She can bear children. She is slender, but her hips will suit your needs. What else do you need to now, your highness."

 

[cgraven]

Prince Owen watched with marked interest as Professor Darkling began his erotic seduction of the Prince’s bride to be. The shocked little cry as Tierney’s gorgeous young body responded to the Professors knowing touch brought a smile to Prince Owen’s lips as did her maidenly blush at her treacherous body’s reaction to being fondled so intimately and so publicly. Owen loved the way her soft eyes now smoldered with the fires that had been enkindled in her innocent flesh. The way the little virgin’s pale ivory white thighs trembled as she threw her head back, her slender body arching to the Professors touch and her breasts so delightfully thrust toward the ceiling as the girl was consumed by her first orgasm.

"She will suit you well, my prince. She is responsive and chaste. Her father has protected her for her husband. She can bear children. She is slender, but her hips will suit your needs. What else do you need to now, your highness?"

They were discussing her shameful response as if she were a prim bitch brought hear to be breed, to improve the pedigree, the blood lines of the Ionian throne, and for the Carnal pleasure of the man who was to be her Lord and Master, her husband Prince Owen. As if she had not been humiliated enough the man who had awakened such a willfully sinful response in her supple young body had asked what more Prince Owen desired in the examination. For his part Owen McDuff found the question amusing almost if Darkling was tempting him to go even further.

“Yes Darkling Lady Tierney is slender, a petite fragile beauty and I fear her stamina may not be up to the requirements of the Royal bed.”


A wicked smile bowed the Princes lips.

“Test Lady Tierney’s Stamina Professor Darkling!’

“As you wish my Prince.”

Darkling’s fingers had not been idle as he waited for his Prince’s command but rather they had been lightly stroking the young virgin’s now moist labia keeping the fires of passion and pleasure smoldering in her magnificent supple young body. Now he knew what his Prince desired to see his bride to be withering, thrashing, and bucking in a cascading series of orgasms. He would make the young virgin scream in sinful ecstasy even if he had to use his mouth and tongue on the little virgin.

 

[wideeyedone]

Darkling went to the cupboard and got out golden cord. He tied Tierney’s wrists together above her head. Then he tied ropes around each of her ankles. He tied one to the chair where Prince Owen sat. He tied to other to a table on the opposite side of the room. Tierney did not fight him and her legs were spread wide enough to cause her discomfort.


Darkling began toying with her, easing out the pearl of skin that would bring her pleasure and humiliation. Tierney whimpered and bit her lip. She tried to suppress the flutter of her heartbeat and the quiver of her muscles. But Darkling did not stop. His fingers played with her as if she were an instrument and he were a virtuoso. She cried out in agony, trying to stop herself. But waves of pleasure crashed over her.


Tierney’s body spasmed again and again. Her body was beyond her control. She cried out when Darkling caused her to orgasm over and over, her body straining against her restraints. Darkling did not stop. He lowered his mouth to her sex, his tongue lapping at her. This only made it worse. She felt herself get warmer and wetter. She shuddered and wept and cried out.
Darkling laughed against her tender, pink flesh.


“That is it, you little sexual beast. I want to see you.” Darkling continued to suck and lick and nibble. Tierney was crying in earnest now. Tears were mixed with moans of pleasure.


This examination of her stamina lasted until Tierney couldn’t speak and her wrists and ankles were red from straining against the rope. Her auburn hair was dampened with sweat and her pale skin was flushed with arousal and exertion.

 

[wideeyedone]

Darkling went to the cupboard and got out golden cord. He tied Tierney’s wrists together above her head. Then he tied ropes around each of her ankles. He tied one to the chair where Prince Owen sat. He tied to other to a table on the opposite side of the room. Tierney did not fight him and her legs were spread wide enough to cause her discomfort.


Darkling began toying with her, easing out the pearl of skin that would bring her pleasure and humiliation. Tierney whimpered and bit her lip. She tried to suppress the flutter of her heartbeat and the quiver of her muscles. But Darkling did not stop. His fingers played with her as if she were an instrument and he were a virtuoso. She cried out in agony, trying to stop herself. But waves of pleasure crashed over her.


Tierney’s body spasmed again and again. Her body was beyond her control. She cried out when Darkling caused her to orgasm over and over, her body straining against her restraints. Darkling did not stop. He lowered his mouth to her sex, his tongue lapping at her. This only made it worse. She felt herself get warmer and wetter. She shuddered and wept and cried out.
Darkling laughed against her tender, pink flesh.

“That is it, you little sexual beast. I want to see you.” Darkling continued to suck and lick and nibble. Tierney was crying in earnest now. Tears were mixed with moans of pleasure.

This examination of her stamina lasted until Tierney couldn’t speak and her wrists and ankles were red from straining against the rope. Her auburn hair was dampened with sweat and her pale skin was flushed with arousal and exertion.

 

[cgraven]

Prince Owen had to admit that Professor Darkling was a master at his craft. His blushing pious little virgin bride lay naked at his feet spread eagled. Tierney’s gorgeous chaste young body displayed to perfection so that none of her charms where hidden from his view. To the uninitiated it appeared that Prince Owen watched passively, almost with a distain detachment as his bride to be was brought to a series of soul searing orgasm by an underling of the court. Yet there was dark malicious gleam in his smoldering eyes as the man crawled between Tierney’s wide spread thighs and lowered his mouth to her virginal innocence, his tongue lapping at her as he played her magnificent young body and confused young mind like a master.

Oh yes Darkling, the puppet master, who plucked the strings of the young beauty’s arousal and made her dance to the tune he played with his mouth, lips and tongue on her sweet succulent sex.

“That is it, you little sexual beast. I want to see you.”

He taunted the young girl as she moaned her shameful pleasure despite her tears. Her young mind and body warred for what they desired. In the end it was Tierney’s traitorous young body that had won.

Her auburn hair was dampened with sweat and her pale skin was flushed with arousal and exertion. Her breathing ragged gasps as Tierney fought to catch her breath.

“Dress Her Professor Darkling my Father desires the ceremony to take place as soon as possible.”

Tierney was released from her bounds and when she stooped to retrieve her under garments Owen simply said.

“My dear you will not need those….”

There was a dark commanding tone in his voice. One of command, one use to being obeyed without question.

“……. This is your wedding day and both our families will demand that OUR Marriage be consummated this night girl.”

Without her under garments, the heavy emerald green brocade gown would caress and tease Tierney’s aroused young body fanning the fires of her newly awakened supple young body. A most delightful torment for the inexperienced young virgin that would keep her body aroused and hungering for release.

Now dressed once more, with Professor Darkling in attendance, Prince Owen and his bride to be rejoined their gathered families. Tierney’s father whit king Charles by his side greeted his daughter. He mistook the rosé pink flush of her cheeks for maidenly excitement at her pending marriage not for the humiliation she had just endured.

”Owen you were delayed so long we were afraid that their might be a problem.”

“ No Father I was just taking the time to get to know Lady Tierney better.”

“Tierney what a delicate golden cincture. A gift from your Prince?”

Darkling had taken the golden cord used to bind the hapless virgin and had placed it around her trim little waist as a reminder of what he had done to her.

“A little gift for my bride Sir.”

Prince Owen answered Tierney’s father smoothly.

Owen’s eyes captured Tierney’s and in his dark gaze he made it clear that her honor and her pride, was the price for this alliance with Ionia.

The bishop entered the grand hall and it was time for Tierney to meet and accept her fate. Her father took her hand, and like a sacrificial lamb the young beauty was led to the steps of the alter where she would pledge her body and soul to Prince Owen and to obey him in all things as was her duty as his wife.

At the banquet and ball that followed the ceremony Tierney danced with her Father the King and her new husband. Yet she was also forced by Prince Owen to dance with Darkling who held her scandalously close.

I trust you liked my little wedding gift Princes Tierney. I look forward to putting it to its proper use in the future.

 

[wideeyedone]

AsTierney danced with Darkling, she watched her feet. Just being near him made her scared and ashamed. Tierney cringed at the feel of his hands around her waist.

"Professor, we wont need to prove my chastity any longer. Today was the only need for that, yes?" She asked softly, her voice tender and shy. She tried to keep her face away from him. But she felt his fingers dig into her flesh through her gown. he seemed to know exactly where to touch her to cause pain. The clasp of his fingers took her breath away.

She heard him laugh at her pain. She looked around the room. She wanted to get away. She wasn't sure what to do. She looked to Prince Owen but he looked amused.

She looked to her father but he was sitting with the King, sharing in a toast of spiced wine.

"PLease dont hurt me. I don't want to cry in front of everyone. Please. my father... he would be very upset with me."

 

[cgraven]

Tierney was her father’s pride and joy. He had always loved his spirited daughter but he had also worked very hard to curb her wilder flights of fancy stressing that young Ladies of her station in life had a duty to their families and in her case to their clan. He had tolerated her headstrong love for Riccus for it would have strengthened the traditional bounds of the island clans. He had made it very clear that her marriage to Prince Owen of Ionia was her duty as not only for the betterment of her own family but also her duty to her clan and its security by forging an alliance through marriage and blood. He smiled down on her from the raised daises that he shared as an equal with King Charles of Ionia. Together they raised a glass to her with a courtly bow of their heads as the gorgeous young bride danced with Professor Darkling.

What a sweet young girl your daughter is Sir. See how demurely she keeps her eyes downcast, and how adorably she blushes.

The king complemented Tierney’s proud Father

Aye your Majesty that she is and a girl who right knows her Duty.

What neither man saw or heard was the conversation between Tierney and her dancing partner.

"Professor, we won’t need to prove my chastity any longer. Today was the only need for that, yes?"

Her voice so soft and shy, so hopeful that she would have no need to suffer further humiliation at his hands. The girl’s blush deepened as she felt the sharp pain his expert fingers caused. Darkling savored the gorgeous young beauty’s heart felt plea.

"Please don’t hurt me. I don't want to cry in front of everyone. Please. my father... he would be very upset with me."

“Then listen well my girl as you say there is no need to insure your chastity any longer.”

The professor’s voice was dark and rich and there was a tinge to it that had a markly malicious edge.

“Your fertility is now what must be guaranteed Princess Tierney.”

Darkling’s dark haunting eyes held the young bride’s captive.

“And I will take great joy in ensuring that your body is aroused and receptive to your Prince’s and husband’s advances girl”

The look in the man’s eyes was truly frightening and seemed to say much more than his words.

Soon all too soon both Tierney’s family and the royal household of Ionia would call for Owen and his bride to retire to their bed chamber and give proof that their marriage was consummated. The look in Darkling’s eyes seemed to say that they would not be alone. The golden cords around Tierney’s trim little waist suddely became very confining and heavy as she remembered her pervious bondage at Darkling's hands.

 

[wideeyedone]

Tierney could feel herself shaking. She didn't know it but she had also gone pale.

"May I please have something to drink, Professor? Just to steady me." She whispered in the tiniest of voices.

She found herself clinging to Darkling to keep herself on her feet. Fear had taken hold of her so soundly that her knees were shaking and her heart fluttered.

A cup was offered to her and she took a long sip. THe warmth of the spiced wine slid down her throat and for a moment or two she felt better. But then she heard the whispers and the laughter.

"Bed her... bed her....bed her..." The nobles began to chant. Everyone there wanted the proof that the alliance was sealed with the blood of Tierney's maidenhead.

Tierney took another deep drink of wine. She looked to Owen to see if he was ready to leave the wedding party.

 

[cgraven]

"Bed her... bed her....bed her..."

Came the roar of the assembled nobles, and their ladies. Not the least in their demand that Tierney be bedded was The King and her own Father.

Professor Darkling had caught Tierney when she had swooned just as the chant began. Her body was pressed to his and Darkling held the young bride in his arms in a manner only her husband should. Prince Owen smiled and raised a glass in silent salute to his bride, or was it in a dark acknowledgment of the man in whose embrace Tierney fond herself.

Come Tierney the beasts calls for your virginal sacrifice and your Princes bed awaits you as do the King and your Father to ensure the alliance is sealed!

Prince Owen in the company of two male squires led the little pageant to his royal bed chamber. Followed by his bride in the Professor’s embrace and the chant of the royal crowed for her to be bedded and spitted like a lamb being led to the slaughter. Once they were alone in his bed Chamber Prince Owen turned to Darkling.

“Professor prepares my virgin bride and make sure her body is aroused and ready for me. When she is call me.”


” Tierney give me the golden cords around your waist then strip naked and lay upon your husbands bed.

 

[wideeyedone]

Tierney handed over the golden cord. But she could not make herself strip off her gown. She stood before Darkling. Her hands were shaking and she felt almost as if she couldn't breathe. She sipped in a deep breath.

"Owen...." She screamed. She could hear her voice bouncing around on the stone walls. "Don't leave me to your Professor, please..."

Before she could let loose with all of her emotions, she felt Darkling's grip on her neck. Soon, she was whimpering on her knees.

"Strip. You insolent little beast. Take off the gown or I will cut it to ribbons and who knows, my blade might knick or cut your pretty skin."

Tierney refused to move. She laid on the floor, whimpering with her eyes closed.

Darkling took out his blade. He pressed the blade to her throat.

Tierney's eyes snapped open.

"Please...." she whispered.

 

[cgraven]

Darkling was almost disappointed as the young bride dutifully loosened the entwined golden cords about her waist and handed them to him. He thought that she would have put up more of a fight at this latest humiliation. Then the girl lifted her head and screamed,

[color] "Owen....Don't leave me to your Professor, please..." [/color]

Tierney voice echoed back at her off the stone walls of her bridal chamber. The hollow empty sound fallowed by a deafening silence. Darkling lips bowed into a sadistic smile as once more his fingers found the nerves in Tierney’s neck that would drive her to her knees before him once more.

"Strip! You insolent little beast. Take off the gown or I will cut it to ribbons and who knows, my blade might knick or cut your pretty skin."

His movements were swift, well practiced, the glint of candle light on the keen edge of his knife. The cold caress of steel to the girl’s warm flesh, the deadly point resting at the hollow of her neck where her life force pulsed just below her silken skin.

"Please...."

“Please what my sweet little beast?”

Darkling taunted Tierney as he dragged the point of that deadly blade down the sensual bow of her slender neck leaving the faintest trail of fire and the crimson stain of her own blood against her flawless creamy ivory skin. The point dipped under the bodice of Tierney’s heavy emerald green brocade gown. The material parted yielding to the blade’s keen edge. Suddenly it stopped the cold steel caressing the warm seductive curve of the young beauty’s breast.

“Shall I continue or will you Strip now my naughty little beast?”

A twist of his hand and a slight press of his wrist to let the young bride no he meant what he said and would have what he demanded one way or another.

 

[wideeyedone]

Tierney grappled for the blade under her skirt. She had a tiny dagger, a gift from her father. She managed to to grab it. With all of her strength she tried to stab at Darkling's hand.

She heard him yell in pain and anger but he also disarmed her.

"Bitch." She heard him spit, before he slapped her. Her head snapped back.

Before she could scream again, he was tying a gag in her mouth.


"So, you will not be a willing sacrifice. All the better. I like it this way better and so will your Prince Owen. He will enjoy your humiliation."

He roughly grabbed her hands and tied them together and then looped the golden rope through a hook on one of the posts of the Prince's bed.

Then with his knife he began to shred her gown. He ripped it to shreds and let the gossamer fabric fall to the floor. Tierney struggled against her bonds.

Darkling's anger was so intense that she could feel it almost baking off of his skin.

 

[cgraven]

"Bitch."

The sharp crack of the flat of Darkling’s hand against the smooth alabaster skin of Tierney' cheek punctuated the guttural epithet.

"So, you will not be a willing sacrifice. All the better. I like it this way better and so will your Prince Owen. He will enjoy your humiliation."

The blow had come so suddenly that it had stunned the young bride. And the , now half crazed Professor Darkling made good use of the time it allowed him to have his way with the stunned girl. Tierney found herself bound and gagged unable to call out for kith or kin to come to her aid, to come to her rescue. He deposited her on her bridal bower and looped the golden rope that bound her delicate wrists through a hook on one of the posts of the Prince's bed. She was helpless unable to defend her honor or virtue. True Tierney’s feet were free but this monster that seemed to do Prince Owen’s bidding had a knife and he had already shown he would cut her if needs be. With an almost detached efficiency the professor cut away every stitch of the girl’s clothing till she lay before him as naked as the day she was born.


Spread your legs you sexy little beast or I shall !

Darkling grabbed the young virgin’s ankle in a vice like grip and despite her pitiful little struggles bound it to a foot post of her bridal bower now a pagan alter on which her chaste virginity was to be sacrificed. It was not long before Lady Tierney was bound with golden cords and spread eagled for the carnal pleasure of her Lord and Mater Prince Owen and the fiend that stood above her now Professor Darkling.

Such a beautiful delicate creature you are My Lady.

As he spoke the Professor let his finger tips trail up the inside of the bound little virgin’s thighs.

But I think we shall have to do something about this my sweet girl!


His fingers toyed with the sparse tawny fleece that marked Tierney’s chaste womanhood. Darkling clapped his hands three times and two young maids a little younger than Tierney herself came in carrying the impalements of her latest humiliation. The girl’s were naked to the waist and incredibly beautiful.

Prepare her my Doves.

Darkling watched as she blushed scarlet as the young girl’s wash and lathered her sweet little pussy. He turned to the helpless virgin bride.

Sweet girl no need to blush for they too have lain were you lie now.

A glint of light off the keen edge of his knife then the cold caress of steel to warm living flesh. The rasp of the knife against Tierney’s velvet skin. Darkling left nothing but bared skin in the wake of his knife.

 

[wideeyedone]

Tierney held her breath as Darkling scraped her skin free of hair. She watched the blade do its work and she watched the light glint off of the blade. Her tears dripped silently down her cheeks.

Darkling laid the knife beside her and began stroking the bared flesh of her sex.

"You will be a wanton whore for my Prince Owen. I will make it so."

Tierney nodded. She was too afraid to fight and she knew there was no escape. Her father was not going to rescue her and neither was her husband. Her husband had handed her over to this beast.


Darklings fingers began to peel open the lips of her sex. His fingers found her hidden pearl. She cried out against the gag in her mouth. She arched her back, straining against her bonds. She wasn't trying to escape. Her body was just responding to his touch.

Tierney whimpered and shook. Darkling dipped one finger inside of her and then wiped her wetness on her belly.

"Soon you will be ready for my Prince."

 

[cgraven]

Darkling enjoyed taunting the bound young beauty. His finger tips intimately, and teasingly caressing her freshly shaven pussy. His eyes held Tierney’s captive in his gaze as he let the tip of one slowly slide along the length of her chaste virginal folds.

"You will be a wanton whore for my Prince Owen. I will make it so."

His words rung in the hapless little virgin’s ears as the tip of his finger found Tierney’s pearl of passion. Darkling loved the way the girl’s gorgeous young body arched to his touch as she strained against her bounds. The look in her stunningly expressive eyes told him that the young virgin bride’s struggles were not an effort to escape her fate but something much darker and pleasing to him.

"Soon you will be ready for my Prince."

Darkling trailed the moisten tip of his finger over the flat quivering plane of Tierney’s abdomen as he drew an interact pattern with the girl’s own sweet nectar.

“ Is she ready Professor Darkling?”

Not yet my Prince but if you care to watch………….

Prince Owen reclined in a chair where he could watch Tierney’s humiliation with two of his pages in attendance. He watched and giggled like a nervous child as The professor crawled between His virgin brides spread-eagled legs. He watched as the Professor’s tongue snaked out to taste Tierney for the first time.

“So sweet my dear!

Darkling raped the bound young virginal beauty with his mouth, lips, teeth and tongue. He brought the young innocent such carnal pleasure that until this moment, with her tears of humiliation streaming down her flawless cheeks, she could never have imagined. Yet he did not grant her the ecstasy of her first orgasm for that the proud young beauty must beg. Time and again Darkling brought Tierney to the edge of the abyss that promised her such darkly sweet pleasure. Time and again he let her have just a taste of what could be hers. Let her almost grasp it before letting it slip from her out stretched fingers. Darkling pleased , teased and tormented Tierney with the pleasure and frustration as Owen watched and giggled like a girl waiting fro his bride to be to be allowed to cum.

 

[wideeyedone]

Tierney writhed against her bonds. She mewled and whimpered and begged. Her body was as taut as a bowstring.

"Please... my prince... free me. Please." She whimpered and sobbed.

Darkling only laughed at her misery. He wiped his wet fingers on her thigh. "See how wet you are you little whore? Soon you will be just as wanton as the girls in the brothels."

Darkling raked his nails against her pale skin.

"Help me..." Tierney whispered.

Darkling flicked his tongue over her clit and she found her release. Her body shuddered and she completely melted. Her body went limp after the waves of arousal washed over her. She couldn't speak. She looked at Darkling weakly.

"Please"

 

[cgraven]

Darkling savored the pious little tawny haired beauty fall from grace. Her lithe young body arching off her bridal bower her dainty little hands flecked her fingers out stretched and her toes curled as the savage orgasm Darkling’s talented mouth teeth and tongue had wrung for her against her will. He loved the way her gorgeous young body was bathed in a fine sheen of sweat, shimmered a sensual shade of gold as it reflected the flickering candle light. Her dark sun kissed hair was in wild disarray and clung to her cheek.

"Please"

Tierney weakly whimpered as she turned her tear shimmering eyes to her tormentor. How many times had she called to Prince Owen for help, to save her from this humiliation to save her from what Darkling was doing to her to save her from the fires he was enkindling in her innocent young body. To save her from the sinfully delightful pleasure that coursed through every fiber of her bound body.

“Oh course my lady.”

He slowly ran two curled fingers down her soft tear stained cheek. His voice so dark, so deep, so commanding that she could feel it deep in her young soul as much as hear it wrapping around her senses.

“I know what you need MY sexy Little Beast!”

His eyes held Tierney as his head slowly lowered to her hot wet pussy. He sensually licked his lips an evil grin twisting his lips in to a smile his tongue flickered like a snake's as it tasted the air tasted its victim’s scent. Again the hapless bound young bride felt his tongue intimately caress her clit before it slipped into the girl’s chaste virginal body. Darkling ripped a series of cascading orgasms from Tierney as she bucked and thrashed in sinful pleasure for him, just as he told her she would do. When at last the girl was spent an exhausted Darkling called to his Master.

“ Prince Owen your Bride is ready and awaits you. “

Owen came to Tierney with the two pages in tow. He crawled between her wide spread bound legs. He thrust into her three or four times claiming her virginity. Then Crawled out from between her legs.

My duty is done Professor. His lips fleetingly brushed his brides.

You may amuse your self with her as you please. Just she is with child soon.

“ Yes My lord, with pleasure!"

 

[wideeyedone]

Tierney was too weak to struggle against her bindings. Her body and her mind were fatigued. She was shocked when Owen took her maidenhead and then left the bed with the young men in tow. He seemed more enamored with them than with his wife.

Darkling saw her surprise on her face.

"Pretty pet, he is off to amuse himself with his current loves. He likes handsome young men. So, it will fall to me to fill your womb. It may take many attempts. And then, I will have to keep you healthy once you are pregnant."

Darkling crawled on top of her and soon thrust inside of her. His teeth scraped her throat and her shoulder. He growled as he rutted inside of her.

"You have to learn that it is your purpose to breed and please, Prince Owen wants you to please me. And he wants you to be subservient and I will teach you your place, pretty pet." He thrust into her with each word, each thrust more viscious than the last. Tierney found herself crying even as the orgasm built inside of her. She found her pleasure just a few seconds before Darkling filled her with his seed.

"I hope it takes a long time to get you with child, pet. I enjoy fucking you."

 

[cgraven]

Darkling took his perverted pleasure from Owen’s young bride’s gorgeous supple body. He delighted in her pitiful little struggles as Tierney against her bounds. His dark commanding eyes held her soft tear shimmering eyes captive as he taunted her each biting word punctuated by a vicious thrust that seemed to say,

Pretty pet, he is off to amuse himself with his current loves. He likes handsome young men……..You have to learn that it is your purpose to breed and please…..I will teach you your place, pretty pet."

He ground his groin against the young chaste beauty’s Venous Mon’s claiming her body completely. Then with a cruelty that the young innocent could not have imagined he continued to taunt her as he brought her treacherous young body the a blinding flash of pleasure that ripped through ever fiber of Tierney’s magnificent young body.

"I hope it takes a long time to get you with child, pet. I enjoy fucking you."

Even after Darkling had filled her fertile chaste womb with his seed he continued to pound in top the girl’s traitorous young body as he ripped a series of cascading orgasms from her. Each building on the one before until the young bride’s world was a scalding mixture of unimagined pleasure and soul shattering humiliation.

Tierney was little more Darkling sexual concubine to be used for his pleasure. At last when the young beauty’s was spent and exhausted lying in her bridal bower of shame and humiliation he rolled from her he smiled down into her eyes as he obscenely licked her tears of shame and betrayal from her flawless cheeks.

Less you forget your place my pretty little pet….

The professor’s voice trialed off as he buckled a delicate leather collar around the girl’s neck.

Owen is your husband but you my dear are my sexual pet your body is mine to do with as I please.

And so Tierney new life began.

The next morning Darkling entered her chamber and calmly commanded the young beauty to strip and to crawl to him on her hands and knees.

 

[wideeyedone]

Tierney did as she was bid. She slithered out of the thin shift she was dressed in. She knelt on the stone floor and then she crawled to Darkling. Her tousled hair fell before her eyes. She rested her face on Darkling's foot. She didn't want to feel any more pain. Her compliance was only to avoid Darkling's wrath.

Darkling's fingers curled in Tierney's hair and tugged her face upwards.

"So the pretty little bitch has lost her fight." Darkling snickered.

Tierney shivered.

"Please...I will be a good girl. I will please you." her voice was soft and sweet.

There was a knock at the door. Owen walked in. He was intoxicated and his lover had his arm draped around his waist.

"Do you think the little thing is pregnant yet? My father wants me to provide an heir. So I am here to make sure my duty is being done."