Lords of Itaea

[ZuesTheGod]

The slave girl trembled at his mere touch. A sneer rolled across Mochan's face as he pressed his palm across her soft mound. "He took great pleasure in trying to break you," he muttered more to himself than the woman who lay bound on the bed.

"Well, I will not be gentle either, but I will also not be as harsh. The way to a woman's cunt is easy, but the way to gain her loyalty is far more tricky. I do not know enough about you to want you loyal to me, however I do know enough to want you docile so as not to slaughter me in my sleep."

Mochan rose from the bed and left the room. Minutes passed before he returned. Two women followed him, both middle aged and quite large. He instructed them during their walk back to the bedroom, that they were to bath the young woman, shave all the hair from her skin, with the exception of the long locks that were caked with blood, feces, and mud. "Wash as much of it off as you can, cut what needs to be cut away and the dress her in something warm enough to sustain the coolness of the night."

He left then, knowing that when the women were done doing his bidding, a freshly scrubbed sex slave would be ready for him to break in...by his own methods.

 

[Babette_____]

Tharalon started when Pravus entered the tent. She had been lost in her own thoughts and fears. Now he stood before her, naked and throughly aroused. Her eyes traveled to the protruding member and she felt her breath quicken. She blinked several times, eventually pulling her gaze to his face and trying to comprehend what he was saying to her.

"A lesson?" she asked, her voice foreign to her, sounded far away and young, far too young than her real age.

She blinked again, then shook the fog from her head as dawning filled her mind. A warm blush crept over her skin and she tucked her head downward. She said nothing, only scooted further on the bed, allowing her Lord room, if he chose to slide into the bed with her.

A lump had formed in her throat as she lay stiff, waiting for the lesson she seemed suddenly very hungry for.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

The women were not gentle with Lisheeda. Unbeknownst to her, she'd slaughtered one of the women's sons and if it had not been for the fact that they feared Mochan, Lisheeda would not have survived her "bath". The women only untied Lisheeda enough that she was able to use her legs to walk. Even that gift was short lived as she was soon dragged along the rock floor of the damp caves. Keeping up with the quick steps was pointless due to the rapid speed at which the two women had chosen to move.

She was pushed into a corner and chained to a small loop of metal that was welded into the floor. She watched as the women readied a bath. Her gaze traveled around the room, noting exits as well as potential weapons. A part of her, the Bellatonia part remained hidden behind a shroud of darkness. Lisheeda pulled her knees up to her chest and whimpered, calling softly to her ghostly friend, but not once did a soothing voice return to greet her.

Several long minutes passed before one woman approached Lisheeda and pulled her up. A guard, thick fingered reached down and unclasped the chain around her ankle. He then lifted her up and though Lisheeda fought, kicking, screaming, and even attempting to bite her way to freedom, it was all in vain. She was unceremoniously dropped into a large tub of hot water. The deafing scream of skin meeting scalding liquid echoed through the caves halls. It was quickly followed by laughter as the two women cackled and the guard held the young slave girl under the steaming liquid for longer than neccessary in Lisheeda's mind.

The scrubbing of her skin came next. A coarse brush of boar hair was dragged across her skin. Caked on mud, feces, and blood soon dirtied the water and when the women gave the signal, the guard lifted the wet and sobbing Lisheeda from the hot liquid and dropped her into one that had been readied while the scrubbing had been commencing. This water however was the exact opposite of the boiling bath that the young slave girl had been given.

Naturally fed waters that flowed through the mountain, purified by the vaste supplies of magical elements that kept Mochan's keep free of poisions, were "piped" into various pools and now Lisheeda was dumped into one. Again she cried out, the shocking temperature change far from a blessing. Once more she was scrubbed down, the muddy mess was rinsed from her skin and then her hair was treated quite roughly by two pair of hands.

When she was "done" with the cleansing Lisheeda was dressed in a thick wool dress that itched her raw skin. Her hair, now shorter than before, but free of anything unnatural or alive lay in damp curls down her back. The guard smiled appreciatively at the newest morsel and he looked forward to when Mochan would tire of her. The women however glared, having known all along that there was beauty under the vile filth of the murderous woman before them.

"Feed her and then take her to our lord," one woman muttered, disgusted with the knowledge that the woman would be sleeping in a warm bed when her son would be lying with the worms. His body cold and rotting away.

Lisheeda did not fight as she was led away; a leash had been attached to an iron collar on her neck. Her hands had been once more secured this time with iron cuffs which were attached to a thin chain belt around her waist.

"Wait...learn...watch..."

The voice slipped in and out as if it was never there, yet just the presence of Bellatonia, even for a brief instant had been enough to slightly calm Lisheeda.

 

[One Eyed Jack]

“Yes my dear, and the first shall be about dressing for bed.” He grinned down at her, and reached for a knife the lay beside his bed. He placed the daggers tip near her throat, amused with how wide her eyes grew. But the blade caught the opening of her chemise, and his other hand pulled the fabric away from her body as the knife cut her garment off, traveling ominously down the length of her body.

“Much better.” The dagger was put away, and he returned. This time his hands spread open the cloth he'd just cut open, exposing her body to him, the thin material would slide right off her body should she stand. Pravus then got into the bed, laying down with his hand behind his head.

“I think I know a great lesson for you. A girl should know how to please a man, and not just as you did before. You've enjoyed when I feasted on your delicate flower...” He enjoyed treating her like she was some innocent thing, and chose words that were not lewd – simplify to continue his amusement in taking that innocences. “...now would be the time for you to return the favor.”

He looked at her expectantly, grinning at how frightened she looked, both from the knife, and now the unknown.

 

[Babette_____]

Long lashes blinked rapidly over wide eyes as Tharalon studied Pravus. Her brow contorted as she tried to comprehend his words and after a moment those lashes were wide open and were still in their fluttering. She licked her lips, her eyes dropped slowly from her teacher's face to his chest. She paused there, looked at him again and then allowed her gaze to go further south. A lump formed in her throat; she swallowed it. A small squeak slipped past her lips.

“I ...”

Words seemed lost to her as she chewed harshly on her lower lip, tugging and pulling it with the tips of her white teeth. Tears appeared in her eyes, not in fear of what he had told her, but in fear of the unknown. Also she was worried to upset him, to disappoint him.

She licked her lips, and timidly reached out to touch his chest with her palm. Her fingers curled slightly as she felt the warmth of his skin under hers. She locked her power away, not wanting to harm him. Several more blinks from her thick lashes, and several more deep breaths were the only actions that came from her.

What does one say in a moment like this? She thought to herself. Tharalon said nothing as she leaned forward and kissed Pravus's chest. She rested her forehead on his hard muscles, and stared down at the thick rod that protruded from his groin. Her fingers moved slowly down the length of her lover, eventually reaching the throbbing member that seemed to beckon her onward.

Small fingers wrapped around the thick cord of flesh. The tips refused to touch. She angled her body so she could scoot down another inch. Her breath caressed his flesh, and her hair began to lay across him as if it were a thick blanket of protection.

Her jaw ached from the clenching of it. Her breath came faster as another inch of distance was destroyed, followed by another and then another. In time her face was within just a hair's breath from her leader's manhood. She glanced up again, a questioning look on her face.

 

[One Eyed Jack]

Pravus watched his pet witch's hesitant actions, relishing in her uncertainty and fear. He loved how she touched him, pressed her hand and later her head to him as if for support. But not until her sweet lips were a breath away from his cock did he offer any assistance at all.

“Yes my Tharalon, that is what I wish. Use that delightful mouth of yours to please me. Use your lips and tongue. Bob your pretty head up and down on that cock you crave so much, and if you can, take it into your throat without gagging. Test yourself, but also, as before, follow your instincts. You found pleasure, and brought mine, once before. Should now be any different?”

The warlord looked on, waiting for her to get on with the act. His hand slid to caress her face, but later gathered up her hair, for now merely holding it back out of her way – but it could also quickly turn into something much rougher. “Suck my cock my beautiful little witch.”

His grin told the world what a victory he assumed he had over this woman.

 

[Babette_____]

Long lashes blinked rapidly, the tips brushed along the curved cheeks of an innocent victim. Tharalon licked her lips; her eyes darted from her lord’s to his straining cock. She took a deep breath and pressed her mouth to the thick head. It jerked under her touch, surprising her. Tharalon felt a bead of moisture against her skin. Her tongue darted out tasting the foreign substance. The oily texture was not unpleasant and the taste she found to be tolerable.

Her fingers shook as she moved one hand to the base of Pravus’s rod, wrapped them delicately around the stiff tool and then opened her mouth. Her other hand she kept on his hip as if to anchor herself.

Tharalon opened her mouth and descended down on Lord Pravus’s cock. The head was filling. Her tongue moved around the tip, licking and rolling around the swollen flesh. She found herself trying to both taste and feel her way around him. Her fingers played with the swollen veins. The flat of her tongue lapped and darted about the thick tool. Soon she was swallowing more of the oily film as well as her own saliva.

Sounds of pleasure spurred her to move further down on her leader’s shaft. She opened her mouth wider, angled her head to the left and then bobbed up. Another bob down, and another up. Soon Tharalon felt as if she understood more on how to please this powerful figure. Gone were thoughts of the man she had to ‘rescue’ during the night, and gone were worries of how to please her lord. She could tell by the thrust of his hips and the groans echoing in the tent that she was doing her job to make him feel glorious, or so she hoped.

She looked up at him; her eyes still looked innocent, they seemed to beg for his approval. Her cheek was full of his cock. The velvet sack which kept his balls safe rested just under her chin. Tharalon moved her hand from the base and massaged the warm package, rolling the spheres between her soft fingers.

 

[One Eyed Jack]

He groaned his approval, but fought the urge to grip her hair harder and force her into anything. She was working wonders without his need to grow demanding, and this way it was all her – what she wished to do to please him. Her effort – a gauge of both how well he could trust her, and how open she was becoming to fulfilling his wishes. Earlier he had concerns about her loyalty after he ordered her to kill a man, but it seemed all was well with his pet witch now.

Pravus loved looking down into those innocent grey eyes, even as her face was full of his flesh. As her hand drifted between his legs to caresses his balls, he could not help but think how lucky a man he was to come into possession of such a creature. Morgaina could have her old wizard, maybe he could conjure some tricks to melt lady Winter, but Pravus had himself the genuine thing – a young, beautiful, willing girl who would do anything for him.

“That’s it girl…..uh…..perfect…” He was about to erupt in her mouth, and he knew it. Still he tried to hold back, to get as much of the pleasure she offered as he could. But then, has her delicate tongue swirled around him again, and her face once again descended his shaft, a fountain of seed shot into her pretty mouth. The fist of her hair did then clench, a simple reaction, as the waves of cum were elicited from him.

Eventually he released his grip on her, letting her hair flow down around her features, which still held his semi-hard cock between her lips. “You are wonderful, my Tharalon, a true treasure.” As he withdrew from her, he smiled at the cum and saliva spill from her lips, marring the innocence she seemed to hold even now. “Give me a moment, and I shall make sure you enjoy the night as much as I,” he promise, sitting down beside her on the bed.