On Scales of Fate (closed for Jenn1982)

[Jenn1982]

Aurora blinked with confusion a few times before realizing where she was. She had finally fallen asleep after what seemed like hours of alternating between panic and despair. She’d dreamt she was home, that it was six months ago and she was at the winter ball with her boyfriend, Liam. She was wearing the beautiful burgundy velvet and lace gown that her parents had surprised her with. They had met up with their friends when they got there and gotten tipsy on wine. Towards the end of the night she had let Liam get handsy while they made out in a dark corner.

At the time the evening hadn’t been anything that special, just a normal celebration like the ones that were thrown tons of times a year. Now though as the memory of the dream flashed through her mind she yearned to be back there. Instead though she had woken up here, in this empty room, far away from everything she knew and loved.

It took her a few minutes to work up the will to get up and out of bed but once she did she saw a tray of food sitting on the floor near the door. Her stomach growled and she brought the tray over to the bed. It was another stew of some kind, slightly different than the last one. It seemed like there was less than the last time and she thought about what Tyrn had said, all the hardships the people here faced on a regular basis. The food was again bland but knowing that people here were starving on a regular basis left her feeling grateful she was getting food at all. It would have been nice to think it was because Tyrn wasn’t entirely awful but she was fairly sure he was only feeding her because he didn’t want her to die until he was done torturing her. She finished the stew quickly and set the tray back by the door.

She wasn’t sure what was going to happen, when Tyrn might show up or have her brought to him. The not knowing only added to her nerves as the minutes ticked by. Minutes turned to hours and hours turned to days. It had been three days since she had been brought back to her room. She only really knew because of the tiny window that was up high on one wall. She had started out searching the room and then searching it again and then again until she could have described the room in detail from memory. After that she pushed the small table over to the wall with the window. If she stood on her tiptoes on top of it she could just barely see out the barred window. Of course the room was up high and because of her limited view all she could really see was the sky and the tops of some barren trees but at least she saw birds fly by a couple times. It was strange, there were always birds flying around and chirping back home, flying from one lush, green tree to another.

In between looking out the window she slept because she had nothing else to do. The more depressed and bored she got the more she just wanted to sleep constantly. She had begun to wonder if Tyrn had decided to leave her here to go insane.

 

[HisPureLust]

The following day he walked the halls, it was one of his usual habits to check on the barracks when he was nervous. It soothed him to see the foundation of strength... the lifeblood of Dispencia. Its soldiers.

As he did he noticed Lieutenant Sterling sculking about a hallway near the correctional facilities. Something about it bothered him. He approached the impeccably dressed officer and approached from behind. He got about 20 feet form him when Sterling noticed.

He grinned, at least the fool had kept up on his training.

"M'lord," He said with a vocal flourish as his body turned eloquently and bowed in a single smooth, almost snake-like motion. "What a pleasure it is to see you hobnobbing with us peasants."

Tyrn grit his teeth. He was in no mood for passive aggressive insults.

"What are you doing. Are you not supposed to be instructing until later today?"

"Ahh yes, I am, you are quite right your majesty... but you see... the majority of my class had fallen ill... and so I gave the others the day off. They were fairly bruised and exhausted as it were..." His smile was often one of deception, and Tyrn could never tell if there was truth in his day to day ramblings.

"I see."

"M'lord," The blonde drew closer, walking languidly up to Tyrn. They were about the same height and Sterling met Tyrn's cold stare with one of his own "I wondered if I might be so kind as to meet the Princess... I hear she has not had company some time and as you are aware I can do wonders in the matter of interrogatio-"

Tyrn strode up to Sterling, his hand immediately on the handsome man's throat. The Lieutenant found himself against the stones with no where to go, as the hallway seemed to darken, the fire from the scones waving wildly from the violent motion...

"If I even so much as THINK... i have heard... of you entering that girl's chamber.... you die. Do you understand me."

Sterling was sweating, he stammered and wore a look of levity despite his panic.

"Y-yes yes, of course Sire... I merely wanted to do all I could for Dispencia. You know I am but your humble servant."

Tyrn's eyes flared as he nodded.

"I know that."

He let him go and the two parted ways without another word.

Sterling's eyes narrowed however as he watched Tyrn disappeared down the hall, mumbling something under his breath about not being denied.

 

[Jenn1982]

Aurora kept her eyes on the window, trying to slow her breathing. She tried to think of something calming…the brook that ran by their new house back home. When her parents brought her there it had been one of the things she first noticed and she had immediately gravitated to it. After unpacking she had spent an hour just sitting on a rock at the edge of the water. The sound of the water running down the brook was soothing and she enjoyed watching the way the water sparkled in the spots that the sunlight hit it.

She felt her heart rate slow down as she thought of the brook and she smiled to herself at the small accomplishment. She wasn’t sure how much time passed after that. Other than the window letting her know when the sun set and rose she couldn’t really accurately keep track of time.

When she saw the bird land on the frame of the window it took all of her willpower to stay still and quiet despite her excitement. She had set out a few pieces of the bread she had been given the day before on the window sill. Aurora watched as the bird pecked at the crumbs hungrily. She wanted to walk to the window and gently stroke its feathers or even just talk softly to it but she knew it would get scared if she did either. Instead she contented herself with just watching the bird as it ate. It didn’t take long for it to finish the few crumbs she had left and fly away. Aurora felt her heart sink a little as she watched the bird fly out of sight.

She had tried banging on the door the night before, begging for someone to come but she had given up after her voice became hoarse. The guard who brought her food this morning had slid the tray in and slammed the door before she could even say anything. At this point she was desperate for any contact, even if it was Tyrn or one of his soldiers.

 

[HisPureLust]

Tyrn unlocked the door, placing the cold iron key ring on his belt, dangling, as much for Aurora to notice it as it was for his personal convenance. He had told the guards to keep their distance from the door and to have little to no contact with the Princess, so they were posted further down the hall.

He pushed the heavy door open, noticing its weight much more now, as the days of little sleep and even less nourishment had finally begun taking a noticeable toll on him. As he pass the entryway however, all of that faded. He stood a bit straighter, spoke at normal volume and feigned the strength he has been renowned for.

The girl was standing near the single window. Its pale light cast weakly on her, some sort of bird loitering on its ledge. As if on cue the avian saw him, made a noise and took off, enjoying a freedom she had not in many days.

"I hope you are well." He said. It was without rancor, or animosity... plain and simple, as if the only thing he did not have the energy to fake was a raging emotion. He had calmed down over the previous several days but had still intended a more intimidating greeting after first seeing her.

She looked pathetic. Her dress was faded and dirty... as dirty as her face and arms... and bosom. Her large cleavage covered in a thin layer of grime. Still, she held a beauty unlike any he had seen, it shone even through her misery and could not be hidden nor hampered by the filth of this place.

Tyrn pulled the single chair up to her, turning it around and nestling on it in reverse so he might use the back of it to rest his folded arms.

"You look absolutely wretched... but you fit in around here more, now."

The smell of alcohol was faint but detectable now.

"Its somewhat attractive."

He had been drinking.

 

[Jenn1982]

Aurora had her hand resting just inches from the bird when the door to her room opened and her little friend flew off with a chirp. She watched it longingly for a few moments before turning to the door.

"I hope you are well."

Tyrn looked her over and she watched him dubiously, perturbed by his neutral, bordering on civil tone. She definitely didn’t trust it or him and wasn’t going to let her guard down. He grabbed the chair and dragged it over to where she was standing on the table. She lowered herself and took a seat on the edge of the table farthest away from him.

"You look absolutely wretched... but you fit in around here more, now."

She was growing more and more confused at his demeanor. It wasn’t like he hadn’t just insulted her but he hadn’t done it in an angry tone and his face wasn’t a mask of hate.

"Its somewhat attractive."

She began wondering if this was a hallucination, if she’d finally gone crazy from being stuck alone in this room. Or maybe she was dead…but that would make this hell and she was pretty sure she hadn’t done anything to deserve hell. It was then that she caught a whiff of alcohol and the pieces fell into place. He was drunk, or at least tipsy, that’s why he was acting like this.

She had noticed the key hanging from his belt when he’d come in but she wasn’t about to make a move for it yet. She wasn’t sure how drunk he was and she didn’t want to waste a shot at escape.

“I can’t be sure as there is no mirror in here but I don’t think attractive is the word anyone would use to describe me at the moment. It would be nice if I could take a bath or a shower or something to get clean.”

She would’ve mentioned clean clothes but she didn’t want to set him off and asking for something that was probably a luxury here would probably do it. She assumed the people had some way of cleaning off though so she didn’t think that request would be too offensive.

“I was starting to think you’d left me here to rot…”

 

[HisPureLust]

“I can’t be sure as there is no mirror in here but I don’t think attractive is the word anyone would use to describe me at the moment. It would be nice if I could take a bath or a shower or something to get clean.”

He nodded, knowingly, there was a slight over extension of his head, due to his intoxication. He wasn't fall down drunk... clearly, but the inebriation was sufficient enough to be apparent as he moved and even blinked. His eyelids where shut for what seemed like a full second longer than normal. It speaks volumes on how often we see people functioning "normally" in our lives, when someone blinks for a second too long, and you can catch it immediately....

It was irresponsible of him. Unlike him. But Tyrn was human after all... and the hopeless situation had finally gotten to him. They were losing the war, and his people where dying, On top of that his plan concerning Aurora had failed before it had truly began.

“I was starting to think you’d left me here to rot…”

"The thought had occurred to me..." He said in a low tone. His voice even but direct. He approached her and grabbed her by the arm suddenly. Tossing her away from the table she had been resting on and onto the bed. Walking up to her, menacingly he crawled atop her quickly, leaving her between his thighs, pinning her down as he held her wrists together and over her head... his face close enough for her to smell the strong alcohol on Tyrn's breath as he looked down, her large breasts beneath his chin. Aurora could feel his manhood, pinned against his leg within his tight breeches as he took an object from behind his back that had been nestled in his belt's waistline. Her wrist still held but now by only one hand...

It was unclear what it was.

"Shhhh," He said in a soothing tone, as you would a crying child you were trying to placate.

"What does it say, Princess... that knowing his own DAUGHTER was no doubt being sustained by the food within Dispencia, your father took steps to reduce the amount of that sustenance even further... does that not SHOW where his priorities lie...?"

As he cuffed her hands together with Iron shackles he lazily climbed off her.

"Don't get any ideas my dear.... I could still kill 20 men without much effort, even in this wretched state.... now follow me."

He sounded more sober.

"Lets get you that bath you want so badly...."

 

[Jenn1982]

As Aurora continued to study Tyrn the level of his intoxication became more apparent. He wasn’t slurring or about to fall over or anything but he was definitely buzzed. He was probably as tipsy as she had been at the winter ball with her friends. He hadn’t even seemed to react when she’d requested to be able to clean herself up or when she suggested she’d thought he left her to rot.

"The thought had occurred to me..."

She wasn’t sure if he was joking or not but she almost smiled, it was kind of funny…even if he was being serious, since he hadn’t actually done it. He got up and moved towards her making her uneasiness return. He grabbed her arm suddenly and threw her onto the bed. As he began moving towards her she scooted back on the bed but before she knew it he was straddling her, pinning her hands above her head.

She struggled but it didn’t take her long to realize just how pointless it was. He was clearly stronger than she was. She realized she could feel his cock pressing against one of her legs and she wanted to try to struggle again but she knew it would just waste more energy for nothing. He moved one hand so that it was grasping both wrists as his other hand went to grab something that she couldn’t see.

"Shhhh. What does it say, Princess... that knowing his own DAUGHTER was no doubt being sustained by the food within Dispencia, your father took steps to reduce the amount of that sustenance even further... does that not SHOW where his priorities lie...?"

Now that he was closer the smell of alcohol was much stronger as he spoke. She felt even more pathetic knowing that even in his current state she was no match for him.

She wasn’t sure what he was babbling about and she figured it was some nonsense theory he’d put together in his hazy thoughts. That or he was just lying as she was sure he had been earlier. She finally saw what he had grabbed as he brought it up to her wrists and used it to bind them together.

"Don't get any ideas my dear.... I could still kill 20 men without much effort, even in this wretched state.... now follow me."

He had at least gotten off of her and she brought her bound hands down to rest on her stomach.

"Lets get you that bath you want so badly...."

She definitely hadn’t meant for him to take her to bathe. She supposed if it hadn’t been him though it would’ve been one of the guards leading her to wherever the bath was. She hadn’t noticed any female servants…or servants at all…since she’d arrived. Granted she had only seen a few halls, this room, and that horrible room so maybe they just weren’t in this part of the castle.

She did really want to clean up so she started to sit up but found it harder than it should have been apparently because of the shackles. She found that she moved awkwardly as her brain told her that she would not be able to catch herself if she fell since her hands were bound. She grit her teeth as she worked to get into a standing position. She finally managed it but it had definitely taken longer than it would have normally and she blushed thinking about how stupid she must’ve looked.

“Lead the way.”

 

[HisPureLust]

Down a myriad series of corridors, through the labyrinthian castle's design, which was entirely intentional to confuse both prisoners during any attempted escape and any attackers that had made it this far into the capitol, they went.

Unfortunately, in his present condition, the fortress' layout was also confusing Tyrn.

After backtracking several times and seemingly going in circles. Tyrn stopped and simply leaned against a wall, slowly sliding until he was then in a sitting position.

He looked up at her. She would have been the picture of loveliness had it not been for her dress beginning to tatter and the dirty color of it... the mild grease and heaviness some of her blonde hair now carried, and the unwashed face who's eyes looked back at him with an expression he could only assume was equal parts confusion and annoyance.

"You think me a fool don't you?," He said not waiting for her to answer "I am no fool, my dear Princess..." again the bitterness he usually laced his words with was present. "... you simply have no idea of the world you live in do you?" He regarded her as one would a strange animal or beast, in a foreign habitat. Genuine wonder and even a little envy. His mild drunkenness existing for its own sake and requiring no answer as it often does.

"You will."

As he finished his damning statement he rose once more, stumbling briefly before continuing on. Waving for her to follow like one might do a dog or small child.

Several minutes later they found themselves outside a very humid and cramped hallway. Several adjoining doors lining it all the way down and on either side. Similar to the rest of the castle but also distinctly different.

He pushed past her, due to necessity and as he did he grabbed her by the waist. Their bodies connecting briefly and for the second time today. His musky scent, mixed with the alcohol heavy as he almost tenderly made his way ahead of her. Not realizing he had touched her for the first time with what seemed to be humaneness.

Tyrn walked down a few steps entering the hallway and then to a door which he did not need to unlock but simply push open.

As the door swung open it gave way to a view of the room. Smaller than Aurora's cell but it looked more "lived in". As if this was actually used and maintained by people. A cast iron bathtub sat in the middle of the room on a slight decline with a drain beneath it. Against on of the walls was a sink and basin, towels folded neatly on a folding table nearby. Various shelves containing soaps and perfumes lined another wall, though they were sparse and unimpressive.

"Get in, and disrobe."

Tyrn pushed her inside without another word and stood near the door, his arms folding, his eyes never leaving her... an expectation in the air.

"I don't have all day."

 

[Jenn1982]

Tyrn began leading her down the endless halls, turning here or there. Each hall looked exactly the same, at least to Aurora, and she knew she would never be able to find her way back to her room on her own.

After 20 minutes she realized that they had gone in a circle, not because she could tell one hall from another but because they had taken four rights in a row. This happened more than once, in between him stopping and looking around for a second before turning around to go back the way they’d just come.

Finally he realized he was lost or he was just tired of walking through halls. He slid to a sitting position against the wall and stared up at her. She bit her tongue to keep from making any sarcastic comments and just watched him, wondering if they’d be stuck here until he was more sober.

"You think me a fool don't you? I am no fool, my dear Princess... you simply have no idea of the world you live in do you? You will."

As he spoke she heard the hate and anger thread its way back into his tone. She’d known it would at some point but she’d been enjoying her break from it. He got himself back on his feet and she suppressed a chuckle when he stumbled. He began walking again and she followed along dutifully.

She wasn’t confident this excursion would go any better but a few minutes later they were in a hall that was different from the ones they’d been in. There were multiple doors lining it and seemed like it was 20 degrees hotter than the rest of the castle. The hallway also seemed more narrow which was confirmed when Tyrn went to move past her and was much closer than in any of the other halls. His hands gripped her waist as he slid past her and she frowned. Not because the touch was rough or unpleasant but because she had enjoyed it. It had been days..maybe a week…since she’d had any kind of touch other than angry, painful ones and she was obviously missing pleasant physical connections. Tyrn had walked ahead of her and she caught up as he pushed open one of the doors. The bathtub in the middle of the room caught her eye first and she couldn't wait to be in it.

"Get in, and disrobe,” Tyrn said as he pushed her into the room, nearly making her stumble.

She gave him a glare before turning around to survey the rest of the room. There were bottles of different things lining the shelves and towels that actually looked like they would only be slightly rough. She noticed how nice it smelled in the room and she couldn’t help but sigh in happiness.

"I don't have all day."

She rolled her eyes, the only thing she was probably keeping him from was more mopey drinking. She wasn’t thrilled he was staying while she bathed but it wasn’t too surprising and he had already seen her naked so it wasn’t quite as bad. She waited a few moments and realized he was just standing there staring at her. She held her hands up in front of her.

"I can't get undressed when I'm shackled."

 

[HisPureLust]

"I can't get undressed when I'm shackled."

"Very, very true," He chuckled to himself, either amused at how pathetic she was and enjoying how she needed him for things she normally would take for granted, or simply finding it funny that he had requested something impossible of her.

Tyrn walked up to her, slowly... looking her up and down, trying to remember what Aurora looked like naked... her full breasts, slender waist, wide hips and thighs, slender shoulders, long sultry legs... even her feet were perfect. Something Tyrn normally couldn't care less for, but since seeing Aurora's he had changed his mind...

"Hands." He spat.

As she extended them he narrowed his eyes as he scrutinized over her carefully. He meticulously undid her binds, removing the iron claps and hanging the contraption over his shoulder. Without saying he was about to, he stripped her.

It was done in haste, not violently but neither gentle. He unceremoniously pulled the shoulders of her dress over off her and down, his hands brushing the sides of her full bosom, gripping tighter to push the fabric over her hips and kneeling down in front of her, passing her naked sex as he finally brought the ruffly dress to her ankles.

Tyrn stayed there a moment, looking up at her. He was uncomfortably close. Uncomfortable for the both of them. As he slowly rose his face nearly caressed the contours of her alabaster skin. It was flawless and he had the mind to lick it.

He did not.

The young ruler of Dispencia kicked the bundle of clothing away from them.

He would never tell her that he scoured every bath and shop from here to the edges of Dispencia to gather the soaps and perfumes currently stocked in this room. Nor would he tell her that he had found the softest scrubber he could find, which was no doubt still rougher than any her soft spoiled Orenian skin was used to.

Tyrn took the shackles off his shoulder and took her wrists once more, sliding her within the claps and fastening her binds once more. The sound of them closing once more echoing through the chamber.

"There, now get on with it."

 

[Jenn1982]

"Very, very true.”

He chuckled as he walked towards her and she realized it was the first time he’d been expressing something other than anger. Even earlier he hadn’t been angry but he hadn’t seem to be anything.

"Hands."

She lifted her hands and waited as he unclasped each shackle and removed it. She was waiting for him to move back again but instead his hands grasped the neckline of her dress and before she could even say anything he had pulled the shoulders off. As he pulled the dress further down she jumped slightly as she felt his hands brush the sides of her breasts. She was saved from thinking about that and how it made her feel because the next second he was kneeling in front of her naked body.

She realized he was pretty much eye level with her pussy. She wanted to reach down and cover herself but she was sure that would just piss him off. She ignored the other small feeling that she had started to feel after his hands brushed her breasts. Luckily he chose that moment to finally stand back up. His face was close enough as he stood up that she could feel his breath on her skin and she closed her eyes as she tried to ignore it.

He pulled the shackles from his shoulder and proceeded to put them back on her wrists.

"There, now get on with it."

“What, why did you put them back on,” she said with an incredulous look.

“I’ll fall and die trying to get in the tub with my hands shackled. It’s unnecessary…it’s not like you’re scared I’ll overpower you.”

 

[HisPureLust]

“What, why did you put them back on,” She gave him a look that could kill as she asked... her hands raised to suggest the object of her confusion.

“I’ll fall and die trying to get in the tub with my hands shackled. It’s unnecessary…it’s not like you’re scared I’ll overpower you.”

She wasn't wrong, he did not fear her or fear her escape. Even if she had managed to get out of this room the guards half a hallway down on either end would no doubt scoop her up before she made it very far at all... Why HAD he shackled her again? The question and concept rolled around in his own alcohol addled mind.

Perhaps it was just how he did things. He had interrogated and kept many prisoners in his life, most of which Orenians and his distaste for them always led to him stripping them of as many freedoms as he could for as long as he could.

She was not a threat... there was very little to worry about. The shackles were practically a formality at this point... surely she could bath by her-

"You idiot." He finally spoke "Just get in the damn tub... oh fine... be a giant baby about EVERYTHING why don't you..."

He again touched her without warning. This time placing his arms around her, craddling her like a small child, an arm around her back another under her knees, sweeping her off her feet and hosting her into the tub. He lifted her with surprising ease and balance... placing her softly, slowly in the warm water... his muscular arms holding onto her firmly but with care. The surface of it shimmering and rippling as her pale petite feet gingerly disappeared into its depths followed with the rest of her naked body. He looked down on her as the water swallowed most of her flesh... her nipples hard... he assumed due to the cold.

His face grew a bit more red.

"There, you fool." He said as he let her go.

 

[Jenn1982]

He stayed silent and she wasn’t sure at first if he was just ignoring her or if he was actually contemplating her question. She really wanted to finally be in the bath but she knew if she tried to get in herself she was sure she really would end up falling so she waited. She found she was slightly more charitable in her interaction with him today. Compared to their last time together he was being very friendly and polite which left him much more likeable. She wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or if something had happened that left him in a good mood but either way it was an unexpected but welcome reprieve from being berated and abused. Aurora knew it was unlikely it would happen again but she tried not to think about it for the time being.

"You idiot. Just get in the damn tub... oh fine... be a giant baby about EVERYTHING why don't you..."

She had gotten so wrapped up in her own thoughts she’d temporarily forgotten she was waiting for him to respond or take her shackles off. He did move towards her but instead of freeing her hands he unceremoniously picked her up, much easier than she would have thought he was capable of. He carried her like a baby to the tub before gently lowering her into the tub. The water was not as hot as she was used to at home but at this point it probably could have been ice cold and she would’ve enjoyed it, just so long as she could clean herself off. Once he had lowered her all the way into the tub she felt him release his hold on her.

"There, you fool."

Even though he’d just called her an idiot, a fool, and a giant baby…they didn’t have the same rancor everything he’d said to her did the last time she saw him. A part of her mind was sounding alarms, trying to warn her that this was just lulling her into complacency but the combination of having a positive...ish time with another person and the pleasure of the bath kept any negativity at bay.

“Thank you.”

She closed her eyes and just spent a minute letting the water caress her, loosening the dirt and grime from her skin. With a content sigh she opened her eyes and scooted back a bit so she was sitting up a little.

“Will you give me a washcloth and some soap…I’m dirty enough that it’s going to take some actual scrubbing to actually get clean.”

 

[HisPureLust]

"Will you give me a washcloth and some soap…I’m dirty enough that it’s going to take some actual scrubbing to actually get clean.”

Tyrn sighed. 'No I was going to have you rub your hands over your body till you were clean... I got all this paraphernalia and toiletries for my own amusement' He thought to himself in his head as his eyes narrowed.

"I will help you... because you'd break your neck if you tried to get them yourself... not for any other reason."

The stoic military leader did not like the idea of serving this spoiled Orenian... at any time, no matter how reasonable or necessary it may have been. But he did so nonetheless... It was ironic, Tyrn thought to himself. Despite all his posturing, all his struggle... besides being the ruler of this entire fucking nation, here he was...

Still a servant.

Still beneath an Orenian.

He walked to a shelf and brought down a scrubber, which was a stick like tool ending in a softish, abrasive sponge-like head for washing oneself. He also gathered a bar of scented soap and some bath oils and several towels; a few large and a few hand sized.

He returned with the items and knelt down besides the tub, his knees on the hard linoleum, his arms resting against the edge of the tub itself. Tyrn regarded her naked body with a mild interest on the outside but beneath his calm exterior he wanted very much to see her breasts raise out of the water... only the round clefts of their tops visible at the moment. Her legs were bent and he could see her smooth, glistening knees and parts of her thighs and calves as well. Some of the grime already beginning to loosen up, the water began to turn murky and he could not see very far below it. Even her face seemed hidden... masked by her blonde, voluminous hair as she cradled herself. She looked like a different person... one he was more curious about than earlier...

Or perhaps that was simply his dick talking.

He placed some of the artifacts on a nearby table but kept the scrubber... meaning to dip it into the water but dropping it instead, watching it disappear somewhere beneath her body. He contemplated searching for it... and possibly finding other amusements, after all it wouldn't be his fault... would it? But he quickly dismissed such lewd musings.

"God dammit."

There was a small wooden bucket just behind the tub. He took that as well and held it as if to fill it up but stopped.

The tub was just big enough for her body, and there was little room to displace the water from to enter into the bucket. He would have to do so between her legs.

"Open your legs." He commanded coldly.

 

[Jenn1982]

"I will help you... because you'd break your neck if you tried to get them yourself... not for any other reason."

She hadn’t expected him to offer to help her and she was pleasantly surprised. She watched as he got up and walked over to various shelves, gathering things as he went. He came back and kneeled next to the tub again. His eyes moved over her and she was glad the water was covering most of her body. He finally set most of the things down on the table except the bath body brush. She waited for him to hand it to her but instead he went to dip it in the water. As he did it slipped from his hand and sunk to the bottom of the tub.

"God dammit."

She couldn’t hold back a little giggle at his reaction to the clumsiness. It was just another example showing he was “normal.” Originally he’d been cruel and angry and intimidating and it had made him seem like he never did anything he didn’t mean to. It was refreshing to see he could be as clumsy as she was. She watched as he picked up a wooden bucket. He held it as he looked the tub over for a few moments.

"Open your legs."

She wasn’t sure why he didn’t just reach into the tub and grab the brush or ask her to do it. If he wanted to do it the hard way though she didn’t care enough to argue. She spread her legs until each one was touching a side of the tub.

 

[HisPureLust]

Aurora's legs were now spread wide, not intending to look inviting he was sure, but they did nonetheless. Her smooth knees were well above the water as she nearly held them to herself. Tyrn could hear a dripping and the sounds of the liquid running down the drain beneath. He knew he had limited time or he would have to fetch more water for the tub.

He repositioned himself to "stand" a bit taller as he knelt down over her, positioning the bucket between her alabaster legs and pushed the bucket between them, filling it. Once filled, the water level was negligibly lower until he raised the bucket over her head and gently poured it out. Her hair saturated by it and falling flat along her shoulders and face. Inwardly he smiled at her reactions before putting the bucket down and and fishing out the brush.

His fingers hand run along her thigh briefly... making his dick stir... her pliable leg felt warm and tender but he ignored it, locating the scrubber and yanking it out of the water. The splashing causing him to become a bit wet now as well,

Tyrn brushed some wet strands of his black hair away from his face as he changed positions again to face her back. Now on only one knee instead of two he gingerly placed a bar of soap against her neck and dragged it down along her spine. He did so very slowly, carefully, his hand shaking despite him not knowing why...

He lathered her back for a few moments, using the wetness and the lye to create suds before he put the soap on the nearby table and began to light caress her back with the scrubber. He did so mechanically... his mood beginning to sour due to thoughts he did not want to have. His cock very firm now within its prison.

"When we are done here, they will bring you something to eat..." He struggled to fill the empty silent air with sound due to its awkwardness. "...perhaps... I will begin your... training... later today. So don't get TOO comfortable. Despite these... requirements to care for you... are my prisoner. Nothing more."

He was talking to himself as much as the Princess... but he told himself a spoiled little bitch like this would need the reminder as she began to feel "human."

Once done with her back he looked at her hair and began reaching for the bucket. His body nearly against hers now.

 

[Jenn1982]

Tyrn lowered the bucket into the water between her legs until it was filled to the brim. Once he had pulled the bucket out the water level dropped enough that Aurora had to be mindful of how she was positioned to keep from exposing too much of herself.

He raised the bucket and she had just enough time to close her eyes before he upended it over her head. She might have glared or made some sound of annoyance but the wonderful feeling of the water already washing some of the filth from her hair overpowered any irritation at having him pour the water over her whole head instead of just her hair.

She wiped the water from her eyes as Tyrn reached into the tub to grab the brush. She felt his hand brush along her upper thigh as he felt around for the brush. Had he not found it a few moments later she would have reached down and gotten it for him. He picked up the soap he had brought over and repositioned himself so he was more behind her. He slowly ran the soap down the length of her back and she felt her pulse speed up at the sensation. After a few moments he set the soap down and used the brush to wash her back. The bristles of the brush were rougher than what she was used to but he scrubbed so gently that she didn’t feel any discomfort. In truth she thought even if he hadn’t been so gentle she probably would’ve only been focused on how nice it felt to be getting clean. Him doing it so carefully though just made it feel even nicer and for a few moments she was able to push away the reality of where she was.

"When we are done here, they will bring you something to eat...perhaps... I will begin your... training... later today. So don't get TOO comfortable. Despite these... requirements to care for you... are my prisoner. Nothing more."

Even his words couldn’t take away all the delight she was feeling however it did get a part of her mind worrying about what kind of training he was talking about. Why would he train her at all, she was here as a bargaining chip to either be returned when his demands were met or killed when they weren’t.

He’d finished washing her back and began reaching for the bucket again. As he leaned forward to grab it he had to nearly press himself against her. Without giving it any real thought she leaned back against him, knowing it would leave him wet and probably a little soapy. It was the kind of mischievous thing she liked to do but that was back at home where she was safe and happy. She blamed the bath for making her so euphoric that her brain had temporarily stopped working. Still…it was kind of funny…and she couldn’t go back in time so she might as well let herself be entertained by it before he started yelling at her.

“Oh, oops, I didn’t realize you were that close,” she said in the laziest attempt at sounding contrite she could accomplish.