The Little Theif ~ Closed ~

[Anthropologist]

As he came awake, he had an increasing feeling of being unsettled, of having suffered some undefined loss. It took him a few moments before he could identify the cause, and, of course, it was that he had fallen asleep with her in his arms, and now she was gone. He felt a sudden little wave of panic - what if she had escaped, was at this moment running - but he smiled at the nonsense of such a thought, she would not, could not, escape these chambers, let alone the castle, at least not in her current state, but if the legends were true, she had the power to do that and much more, if she ever learned to unleash them...........

He propped himself on one elbow and stared at the door as if she might somehow appear through it, and then he heard a slight sigh followed by a little snoring snort and he turned to see her, sound asleep wedged into the corner of the window seat. He smiled and slid soundlessly from the bed. He rummaged around and found his breeches and tugged them on before going to the door. He opened it as quietly as he could. Standing either side of the door, as usual, were two guards, swords at their side. Their faces were inscrutable, as usual, they had heard nothing, as usual, and they certainly wouldn't speak of the screams, as usual.

He leaned his head out of the door and whispered to the nearest of them. "To the kitchen my man, a hearty breakfast and some of that herbal infusion the Eunuch is always on about, what is it..............tea, that's it" The guard scurries away on the errand and the king closes the door gently. He looks across the room at her and she sleeps still. He turns down the bed and then crosses the room to her. He eases one arm under her knees, the other around her shoulders, and easily lifts her. As he raises her, the blanket falls away.

He carries her to the bed and lays her on the fine silk sheets, stark white, which only seems to accentuate her golden skin tone. He sits beside her as she starts to stir, admiring again her naked form, her neat almost hirsute vagina, her perfectly round navel, the muscle definition of her thighs and belly. As his eyes move up she stretches her hands above her head, her breasts flattening and centering her perfect pointy nipples. He thinks he will never get tired of looking at her. he leans down and kisses her lips, still salty from her dried tears. then lifts his head, searching her eyes, for what he does not know.

He is still uncertain, still restrained, in his thoughts for her. He had convinced himself not to trust her, but now that he dwelled upon it, he knew that was unfair. He knew that last night she had given herself to him completely, she had trusted him absolutely with her body, and he had abused that trust, seemingly for nothing more than to make a point about who was master, and who was slave. the truth is, he admitted with some sadness, was that he was the untrustworthy one. It wasn't her that he didn't trust, it was her race's history, their legend and the rumours of what they were capable of.

Ironically, they had ruled over an eon of peace, prosperity and mutual respect amongst all the creatures of every parish from mountain to sea, and perhaps beyond. So why did he fear them so, her so. He knew the answer, if only he could take the tenuous tendrils of knowledge and weave them into solid thought. Both man and beast sought chaos, sought the division of war and dispute. It created opportunities, possibilities, it made some wealthy, and some, well, some it just made dead, but it certainly kept everybody busy.

He turns back to her, again searching those eyes, and now he sees something, but what, he does not yet know, he continues to stare and he senses the collar start to coruscate with the green glow. Suddenly, there are things he knows, not a lightning bolt type of suddenly, not a eureka moment, just the realization that something he always knew is now at the front of his mind. He knows their union was destined, whatever made her take that wrong turn it was more than fate, something was guiding them. he knows his life will never be the same, he knows.......he knows.........he knows ..........from somewhere a million miles away, the unmistakable sound of knuckles on wood. he tries to ignore it, tries to chase the retreating wisp of knowledge, but the knocking is insistent, and finally the thought disappears like a rabbit down a hole in the ground. He shakes his head, turns to the door and shouts "come"

 

[katalynn]

Her dreams kept toying with her, showing things that she knew would never happen. It was of her being free and full of peace, away from the street rat life. Although, she is not alone here, never seeing the face of the man, just a shadowed figure. There is no fear or doubt, it was simple happiness in that moment. Then something started to happen, a force pulling her away from it all, felt as if she was flying and she was reaching; wanting to return.

When she finally started to wake up, she opened her eyes to find her Master staring at her. The kiss surprised her a little, not something she expected, nor is used to. Then the staring began once more, it felt like he was searching for something, perhaps answers to questions unknown, or maybe he was searching for some kind of emotion. Whatever it was, Scynthrina wasn't sure what to do, it was almost making her nervous. She didn't want to be nervous around him, it's just he's been unpredictable, so she tried her best to bury some of the emotions back. Not wishing for him to see the distrust hidden behind her eyes.

As luck may have it, someone knocked on the door, felt like she was being saved from her own betraying eyes. It was a moment longer before he actually looked away, he was doing some serious searching, and sadly, she didn't have the answers. If she was to be honest, she didn't really have the questions either. For a moment it almost felt like he was searching for himself, but that's when he looked away and shouted.

Scynthrina watched how the maids came in with the food. The two maids from last night, and for some reason that increased her nervousness, she knew they wouldn't do anything in front of the King, but she couldn't help be cautious. She also felt that it was best to not speak right now, after last night, she learned where her place was and it came back down to not speak out of turn.

After a few moments she put her focus back to her Master, trying to judge any changes towards his emotions, there was still a lot of confusion mixed with other emotions she couldn't quite figure out. In that moment she instantly lowered her eyes, realizing that she was just staring at her Master.

 

[Anthropologist]

As much as he wanted to dwell on the night's activities and spend more time with the enigmatic girl, he knew he had a busy day ahead. He started tucking into the breakfast repast put before them, like a man who hasn't eaten in days, or perhaps one that won't eat for the next three. He sends one of the maids to fetch 4 pages and when they come to the rooms, he speaks to each in turn, quietly and out of earshot to her, and each of them dashes off on the errand he has set them.

She knows he must go, knows he must abandon her to the two evil men who are his closest allies, and she knows that, whilst she has his patronage, his protection does not extend to everything they may wish to expose her to. She sighs and takes a little more tea, but only picks at the food before her, filled as she is with an overwhelming melancholy. At a nod from the king, the two maids take her to her chambers, and like the night before, they bathe her and apply soothing creams to the places he has been rough. Their touch is again arousing, but they resist the urge to push her as they did before, which is a relief, but strangely, sees her longing for their touch even more.

As they pull the dress up her body and arrange the straps, there is a knock at the door and a page sticks his head through and announces that the king requires "the girl". Scrynthina nervously returns to his chambers. Another page stands there, holding the belt, either repaired, or perhaps a copy. Who knows how many such devices the King owns. Beside the page is a woman, 30 ish (in fact, she's 44) buxom, long dark curls and full lips in a full face that is currently bearing a broad smile. Scrynthina will learn that the smile is rarely absent.

The King introduces her as Larissa, who will be her new personal Lady in Waiting, who will guide her in the ways of court, be her ambassador when it came to the actions of Lorec and The Eunuch, and will be her constant companion, even to the extent that they will share sleeping quarters. But most importantly, she will hold the key, literally, to the belt. Larissa takes the belt from the page's hands and approaches her as the two maids kneel beside her and raise the dress to her waist.

 

[katalynn]

Scynthrina spent the morning in silence, still hating the fact that these maids bathe and dress her like she's a helpless child. But she lets them do their job, it did amaze her though to see the patterns all over her body, seeing them for the first time since last night. Traced a few that were on her arms and stomach.

Perhaps someday she'll put a stop to the maids and bathe herself, for now today was not that day. Today was a day to hide herself in the depths of her mind as much as possible. There was no arguing or fighting the Eunuch, he knew just how to make her submit, even when she protests, he has a way of creating that submission. Her Master was leaving her in the hands of this women, someone whom she doubt could stop the other two from doing anything. For all Scynthrina knew, she'll just end up handing the key over.

When it came time to put the belt on, again, they were treating her like a child by lifting her dress up. Also, she noticed it wasn't her Master putting it on, it was this Larissa woman. Scynthrina didn't argue though, deep down she wanted to, but it wasn't her place to do so, not her place to make such requests. She spread her legs apart, showing how wet she was from the maids touching her. Her engery wasn't very strong right now.

She tried hard to not react to the cold steal being placed between her legs, just as the guard did. Between the lips and right up against the clit, riding up between each of the cheeks against the tight abused hole. Scynthrina bit her lower lip, fighting the whimper that almost escaped. She never did look up once to face her Master, once they were done with the belt, she got down on her knees and waited for instructions. That is something he's also been letting her get away with, and last night made her realize she hasn't been kneeling for him as a slave should.

They can dress her up like a doll or a child, or however they desire, it doesn't make a difference on where her place is. On her knees before her Master.

"Thank you Master."

Scynthrina didn't care who was in the room, to them she was a simple street rat anyway. And that's how she'll remain for the three days he's gone. That is what he wanted as well, for her to be the simple slave everyone saw her as.

 

[Anthropologist]

He wanted to chastise her for taking the stance of a slave and kneeling on the floor. Rather than the act of subservience that she proposed it to be, he saw it as an act of defiance, as her daring him to correct her. He thought about why she was doing it, second and third guessing her, although he also wondered whether she was that Machiavellian. He thought that perhaps, him telling her to stand would both elevate her status in the court and also re-establish some of the relationship ground she had surrendered the night before, if indeed they had a relationship.

In the end, he decided that he would leave her o her knees, then the witnesses would be able to say she was a slave still, albeit a slave that slept with the King and had a growing coterie of servants. As Larissa locked the belt into place, making sure the chain was tight against the parts that it would stimulate, she turned and nodded to the King, smiling. She got to her knees and approached him, showing him the key before slipping it into between her ample bosom. She curtsied, bowed her head and said quietly

"Beggin M'lords pardon, may I speak"

"You may" he replied. She looked back at the girl, ensuring she was out of hearing.

"it is a heavy burden you have rested with me M'lord, but you know I am a loyal servant and I will protect her with my life if need be" He nodded, waited a moment and then said "but.........there is a but isn't there Larissa, a concern?"

"M'Lord " she started again "the girl, she has an....aura.....a scent.........a something that stirs one, even just attending to the belt awoke feelings I so seldom have. You have ordered me to spend every moment with her, even to share her bed, I am not so certain that the temptations you want to protect her from can be resisted by this servant" She dropped her head, fearful of his response, she had never spoken so much in his presence before.

He laughed, loudly, so loudly that all eyes in the room turned towards him, including Scynthrina's. He noticed the attention and he put his arm around Larissa's shoulder and led her to the farthest corner. "I am little concerned with any liaison she might have with you Larissa, in fact, I was hoping you may assist her in developing her, um, bedroom skills, so relax, enjoy her, but do not drop your guard"

As they finished speaking, the other two pages appeared with Lorec and The Eunuch in tow. He waved his hand at them to signify that they should wait ouutside the chamber's door, then he crossed to Scrynthina and held out his hand to help her to her feet. "it is time little thief, we must go to the cell where this begun, and my journey must begin"

 

[katalynn]

Scynthrina didn’t know how to feel right now. At first she felt the slight frustration coming from the King after she knelt down. Making her second guess her actions, despite it being too late now, but it was what she thought he wanted, he never said otherwise. He never did or say anything though, which made her feel even more uneasy, but again, it was too late. The feeling fades quickly when the vibe he gave her vanished as that Larissa woman took him off to the side, soon followed by a heavy laughter. Naturally it made her feel as if they were laughing about her, but even if they were, there wasn’t much she could do about it.

Her race has perfect hearing, her powers allows her hear anything she puts focus on. In this case however, she only heard a few select words “she has an....aura.....a scent… share her bed” before she tuned it all out. Last thing she wanted to do was spy on her Master, it only leads to more questions. And right now, that is all she has, is a head full of unanswered questions. Scynthrina just shook her head slightly, redirected her focus to something that didn’t require questions.

The belt was a good enough distraction for her, it was on tight, but not nearly as painful as when the guard put it on. With last night’s activities, she had to admit that it felt good right now; she could feel how the chain warmed up quickly. The way it slipped between her soaking lips when she moved just right, a throbbing clit sent chills up her spine every so often. No, she had to put her focus on something else, the belt felt to good and it was meant to protect her. Scynthrina forced herself to put some of the sensations to the side, not wanting to make it so obvious that it was turning her on. Sadly, unknown to her, the pheromones she creates were increasing.

It was about that time she caught the familiar aura of The Eunuch and Lorec. It did help her some to refocus her thoughts, thinking of his threats and his words from the other day. Then it all slipped down that swirling black hole as she thought about the control he had over her, the sudden sensation of his nails running down her spine, how he had ‘pinned’ against the wall. His voice in those moments sinking deep and making her melt in ways she didn’t want to like.

Again, she shook her head, taking in a deep breath trying her best to focus on the situation at hand. Her Master, her King was leaving her. She took his offered hand and stood up to follow him, the cell was the last place she wanted to be, but she knew the reasons to go there.

The walk to the cell was both agonizing and pleasant to her, the chain moved and rubbed as she walked, causing her juices to stream down her legs, if it wasn’t for the dress, everyone would see it. Or if she was to lift her face up, everyone would see the lust in her eyes and the heated flush on her cheeks. She didn’t think she’d be walking long distances with the thing on, only to realize she didn’t have a choice, wearing the collar made it to where she has to follow him here, and then be here when he returns. By the time they got to the cell she was in so much need for release. Doing her best to not show it though, she sure didn’t want to beg for anything either, she did enough begging last night and it got her in trouble.

Scynthrina kept her head lowered, wanting to kneel down but was unsure of that now, after the vibe he gave in the room. After a moment of hesitation, she did go to her knees, unsure of what else to do. In reality, it was a position that made her comfortable as well. 200 years worth of drilled in habits rule her actions, sadly for her, she can feel that her Master doesn't understand that. But, she'll keep showing her submission to him till she gains his trust. It is all she can do; that and not beg or make anymore requests.

She did her best to not break down; she wanted to be strong in all this. Mentally was a totally different story, she was begging him to stay, or at least take her with him, crying, kicking and screaming at what these days meant. Physically, she showed no emotion, putting herself into that void until he returns, perhaps even then it was debatable, last night made her do some retreating.

 

[Anthropologist]

Of course, the only ones who made the journey to the cell were those who already knew his secret, and that meant The Eunuch and Lorec, and of course, her. Larissa, the maids, the pages and the guards were all left behind in the chambers and told to bide their time there until she returned, and to attend to her needs when she did. The four of them crowded in the little cell and the King started to strip. She averted her eyes but could still hear the rustle of his clothing as each piece was removed. As he stripped, he isued instructions to the two men, what they were to attend to in court, what story they were tell the inquisitive ones and so on, Most importantly, they were implored to consider her welfare and, even more importantly, yo have her back here in the cell a darkness fell 3 days hence.

"Little Thief" he said, and her head dropped a little at the name he had adopted for her, but, of course, she realised he didn't want to mention her real name in front of the others, so she just turned, and stared briefly at his nakedness before lowering her eyes. He laughed "so now the little thief feigns shyness.......why, only last eve........" and then he thought better than to expand on their activities and her begging. He coughed "....look at me little thief" She raised her head and was conscious of the chain as she looked at him, she simply couldn't divert her thoughts. The Eunch sniffed the air and grinned, though there was no humour in it. He stepped towards her "it's time"

He placed his palms on the collar and as it warmed and throbbed, he leant in and kissed her lightly on the lips. Moments later he dropped to all fours and the transformation was complete. Lorec opened the cell door, and just like that, he was gone.

She felt his absence as soon as he entered the passageways. She could feel the tendrils of their connection snapping and slipping away one by one, feel her own existence becoming less cohesive as the distance between them increased. She dropped her ayes again, that cell floor was becoming awfully familiar, waiting for the two men to take her back to the chambers, but instead, she heard the cell door shut again. She looked up and Lorec was busy stripping, carefully folding his clothes and placing them in a neat pile on the bed, next to the king's. She felt disgust at hi behaviour, the King had not even left the castle and already she was facing a rapist.

He was soon naked, and she couldn't help but look, and almost giggled. The rumours were indeed correct, he was significantly under endowed, although, rape was still rape no matter what the size. He stepped towards her and she braced herself, already in her mind retreating to that place where her feelings were dulled. He raised his hands towards her throat and the collar warmed and throbbed. Seconds later he was on the floor, transformed, not into the magnificent beast that was her Lord, but a rather mangy grey dog of indeterminate breed.

"You know what to do" said the Eunuch "we'll be back here in 24 hours" He opened the cell door and Lorec trotted off down the passageway. The Eunuch turned to her and smiled his usual smarmy grin. "I know what you are thinking little thief, I'm old, you are young and fit. If you run, your beloved King will remain a beast forever. I think it best that you and I just walk back to the chambers, two friends out for a stroll" He placed his hand on her shoulder and turned her towards the open door, as he did, his nails slid across her bare back.

 

[katalynn]

It was about half way through the passage to the cell when she felt a surge of unfamiliar energy pour into her; during the time spent in the cell she could hear a faint voice. It was almost as if she was in a dream hearing it, it was obvious that it was none of the men here.

“M’Queen…… I have finally found you…. M’Love…..”

“Queen? Love? What the hell are you? I’m no Queen, and I have no Love... Slaves do not get lovers…”

“There is no time to explain M’Queen; I am your servant, to do as you command of me…”

This was just adding to the pile of questions she already had, the voice was right though, they didn’t have time at all. She barely felt the kiss of her King, his words of her shyness fell on deaf ears as she focused on this strange, voice without a face. However, she did try to make it look like she was here; watching as Lorec stripped down and her heart began to race. The energy that came with the voice became angry that she has been treated so poorly all these years, his Queen was no slave and he was more furious to find out she had been taken as a slave and not a Queen that she is.

“Calm down…. These men are weasels, but I can’t fight against them…. If you are truly by my side, then Go and follow that dog… Protect the King at all costs…”

“As you wish M’Queen….”

It felt so strange to her to make such commands; it didn’t even feel like her making the command, unsure of what it really meant. But she was relieved to feel the energy leave her and the fact that Lorec didn’t do anything to her. Though it surprised her that he used this collar, wondering why he didn’t have one of his own. Was there just one collar? That didn’t sound right to her at all. The Eunuch words brought her attention back to him, and then she had to laugh at what he said. However, his nails running across her back silenced that laugh just as instantly as it happened. If she didn’t know any better, it almost brought her to an orgasm in that split moment.

“That isn’t what I was thinking at all … M'Lord”

For the first time she actually gave him some kind of title of respect, even though she didn’t respect him in the least. Before she stepped out the cell, Scynthrina turned around and this being the only time they have been truly alone. All her thoughts, emotions and fears towards this one man were racing and screaming in the back of her mind, if she was to do or say anything about it, now was the time. She searched his eyes for a moment, trying to find his true intentions, if his threats were true or lies. Next she did something completely unexpected by the both of them.

She knelt down to her knees; sitting up high while taking his hand with the long nails and placed it on her throat. She could feel his grip tighten, showing his power over her and she allowed him, showing her submission to him, also it allowed him to feel her heart, to prove that her words were not lies.

“We both know how things are going to be with the King gone. I will not protest against you M'Lord. My only request is that you do not let others touch me. We both know that this body belongs to the king, not to the castle. Please, M'Lord… I do not wish to have others take me like you claimed I wanted. I promise to obey everything else. M'Lord.”

Her voice was steady, did not sound like whimpering or begging, it was just a simple promise. She didn’t lower her eyes, his grip still on her throat and he could tell that her promise was sincere. It didn’t go unnoticed that the lust in her eyes were growing as he held her there, the chain between her legs was increasing that lust by the second. The grip and the feel of his nails just added to that lust. There was a soft glow to the patterns along her face as the energy increases within her.

“You were correct about one thing M’Lord….. I do enjoy the helplessness that you make me feel……M'Lord….”

Scynthrina didn’t expect to admit that, but he already knew it and she has been fighting it the whole time. She doesn’t know where this will lead her, submitting herself to someone who isn’t her Master, though they both know she doesn’t have a choice either. She wanted to submit on her own terms now.

 

[Anthropologist]

To say the Eunuch was taken aback was an understatement. He immediately suspected her of artifice, but then again, he immediately suspected everybody of artifice, even Lorec. She had made one smart move though, placing his hand at her throat. At first, he thought t was nothing more than a symbolic gesture on her part, an attempt to demonstrate a sincerity that did not really exist. He wondered why she was doing this, and then thought it was her way of begging for mercy, to play to his sympathetic side. Well, he had news for her, his sympathetic side was excised from his soul when his balls were excised from his body.

At her insistence, he wrapped his fingers around her throat, and then tightened them. He didn't mean to hurt her, but he had his own little piece of symbolism to impart to her. He wanted her to think, no, to know, that he had the power to take her breath, her life, away from her, that he had more power in his one hand than she could dream of. But as he tightened his grip, as he felt his nails press into the tender flesh, he also felt something else. He felt her warmth, her yielding flesh, which seemed to be speaking to him, he felt the collar and he heard her words as if they flying off the pages of a book and imprinting themselves on his mind. He felt........her humanity, which is ironic, as she was far from Human.

Some of her words resonated with him more than others, seeming to become his own thoughts.

"My only request is that you do not let others touch me" He mulled this over, and the truth was, that he never intended to, quite frankly, he didn't want to test the King's patience that far. He nodded, and as he did, he realised something, her request did not exclude him.

“You were correct about one thing M’Lord….. I do enjoy the helplessness that you make me feel……M'Lord….” And in that statement was a licence to do......well...................just about anything.

His mind was whirling, they should get back, that witch Larissa will be making some noise by now. but he could feel her growing tension, knew that she needed release, and he also wanted one last proof of her sincerity. With his free hand, he slipped the straps of her dress off of her shoulder, then, when her breasts were exposed he took his hand from her throat and traced a circle around her nipple with a single nail, then the other

"little thief, I want to trust your words, truly i do, but I need more, jus a little more. If indeed you enjoy the circumstances I place you in, and if indeed you wish to please me, then now, at this moment, in this place, cause yourself to cross the pinnacle, reach under your skirts and cum for an old Eunuch"

 

[katalynn]

Scynthrina honestly didn’t know herself as to why she was doing this. Part of her hated the thought and it almost felt like she betraying her Master. Other part, that part that is running the show here, knew that this man will get what wants, he has proven that already. She is no fighter, she was raised to submit and in this case, she can at least set some kind of grounds. If she was to be honest with herself, she couldn’t get this man out of her head, can’t get his touch off her skin, his voice out of her ears.

Her back arched pushing her chest out towards the light touch, forcing her gasp a little at the sensation it created. It made her race with both fear and excitement; his words and command rang deep in her thoughts.

“Wh…. What happens if the King finds that I have betrayed him…? My submission to you will not go unnoticed by the others. People will talk.”

She didn’t want to get the dress any more dirty than it was from kneeling and the position she was in didn’t allow the chain any give. With that, she moved to the cot and laid down on it while lifting her skirt up above her hips. Scynthrina has never done this in front of anyone before and the thrill of it only increased her energy. Closing her eyes as her hand reached down between her spread legs, fingers finding their way under the chain.

“I…. I don’t…. want to be punished or killed for…. Betraying my Master…. I… I’m…”

The words trailed off as her orgasm built, he watches as her body tenses and her legs quiver as her fingers work. It didn’t take long at all for her lustful cry to fill the room with a panting breath and a quaking body. There seems to be a slight glow to her juices as it seeps around the chain and on her fingers when she removes her hand, letting her body calm down.

 

[Anthropologist]

Despite himself, and despite the threat he perceived that she presented to the king and the Kingdom, he found himself warming to her. He recognised his tenuous but slowly building affection for her and he tried to analyze it. Whores and slaves had come and gone from the King"s chambers, more often cum and cum, he thought, and smiled at his own joke, and he had never developed the slightest affection, sympathy or goodwill towards any of them. Many were more beautiful than her, many much more lustful, some giggled, some swore like sailors and some cried and cried, but none of them had softened his heart in the slightest........until now.

He knew it for what it was, it was her aura, of course. On men who were more......complete, it drove them to lust, for her, for anyone else around and probably for a knotty plank of wood, but he was immune to lust, and somehow, he reasoned, her aura worked on him in different ways, channeling her power to another organ, his heart. He wondered where this would lead but was confident in his own capacity to withstand her and to carry out those things he needed to do, after all, affection was relative, and while she had softened his heart, it was the softening of a piece of granite by the drip of a single raindrop. He smiled again, enough raindrops, and the granite becomes soil.

But his current feelings of affection prompted him to reply to her concerns about betrayal and the King's reaction. "My dear girl" he said "if every slave or whore who misplaced orgasm an in this place was killed, then we would have no slaves or whores............or lords and ladies for that matter. In this castle, sexual congress is a tool, a weapon, a bargaining chip and a pastime.....loyalty and betrayal are measured in other ways.

He gave her a few minutes to gather herself emotionally and then hurried her to dress and walk with him back to the chambers, a journey that past uneventfully save for the slight squelching noises that emanated from beneath her skirts as the chain rubbed in her now exceedingly wet channel. When they passed the bakehouse, the 70 year old baker felt his loins stir for the first time in ten years, and the teen girl who swept the floors grinned at him and inclined her head towards the granary. That night, many a castle dweller commented on the overcooked state of their bread rolls.

As they entered her chambers, Larissa jumped from the chair she had reclined in, her face exhibiting her suspicions, which were only exacerbated when she sniffed the air. She glared at the Eunuch and rushed to her side, feeling for the belt through the thin cloth of her skirts, and exhaling with relief when she found it intact. The Eunuch smiled his mirthless smile, and left, reminding Scrynthina that she was required to be back at the cell in 12 hours. Larissa dismissed the two pages and guards, but requested they maintain a watch on the door. The two maids approached Scrynthina, and asked her if she needed bathing. When she declined, they looked at each other and then at her "M'lady" said one hesitantly "would you mind then, if we bathed each other?"

 

[katalynn]

This day has just barely begun and already so much as happened, and it’s not even noon yet. Scynthrina pulled herself together, cleaning off the dress and followed him back. The walk for her was just as bad as it was before, now that things were a little different she considered having it taken off, not wanting to make this journey again. For now, it’ll remain in place till she knows how things will play out with him, part of her did feel a change in his attitude, yet she couldn’t place what it was. Human emotions always confused her, she displays them when she can’t contain them, but those were always raw emotions, easy ones to understand. The fear, sadness, confusion, hatred…. Even as far as resentment she understood. The more complicated emotions, affection, happiness, love, sympathy, jealousy, faith… those are the ones she didn’t understand. She has ever experienced those emotions.

“…sexual congress is a tool, a weapon, a bargaining chip” these few words kept ringing in her thoughts, wondering what it was about humans and sex. If they saw sex this way all the time, then it seemed as if it was a meaningless thing to them. She wanted to ask him what the point was if people did it without feeling anything. Instead, she just simply held her tongue. Humans confused her and they always have, the more she learned about them, the more confusing they became. The King last night woke something up in her, made her actually feel something for once. Even though he ended up taking it right back, she still remembers the moment of how good it felt. But, chances are, she won’t feel it again anytime soon, knowing it was just sex for him, the claiming of a slave.

Despite everything that she has been through since being here, she has come to the conclusion that no one is seriously treating her as a slave. Even the Eunuch and oddly enough, Lorec had some kind of restraint on how they treat her, to a point, though with them, it could just simply be because she belongs to the king.

The King..... Yes even the King.... Her true Master.... doesn’t seem to know how to treat her, acts like he wants more than just a slave or a whore in his bed, and yet……

Scynthrina gave a heavy sigh looking at the maids, waiting for her permission.

The maids….. Such strange little creatures they are…. they sit there and call her “M’lady” as if she was above them somehow, asking her permission to do things. “What is with these two and baths all the time, do they think of anything else?” .......Yes, humans confuse her to no end.

“Yes I do mind… Go and make yourself useful... or .... something. In fact, go bring me some fruit, lots of it and mead. Then you can go leave to do whatever it is you do.”

It felt like she was snapping at them, though her voice was calm and somewhat hesitant. She sent them off to do some meaningless task just to get rid of them for now, though she did have a strong craving for fruit, so it wasn't completely useless. Scynthrina didn’t know how to feel about giving orders, yet the maids scurried off in compliance. Thinking back to the voice she heard in the cell, she gave it a command without thinking twice about it and she didn’t even know what it was she commanded.

“Being here confuses me more by the minute… I don’t know what any of these people want from me.”

Speaking mostly to herself, though she knew Larissa heard it. It was then she went to the window and opened it fully, feeling the sun against her skin, its warmth and the fresh air. Not very often she got to enjoy such moments; for now she was soaking it all in before it gets taken from her. She was no Lady, or Queen, anymore she was wondering if she was even a slave at this point. The feeling she got from her Master when she knelt before him was disturbing and hasn’t left her thoughts. The promise she made to The Eunuch was needed, and yet, it still felt like betrayal to her. She’s only known loyalty and submission one Master… now, technically, she has two Masters.

“I just don’t know what to do or how to act here. At least my former Master made it clear what he wanted…. Here… here just confuses me. The King gives me no direction, treats me one way, then turns around and treats me another way. I just don’t understand my place here.”

She spoke without turning around, trying to hold onto the peaceful moment of the suns comfort. After she put some thought into it, it seemed as if it was safe enough to take the belt off for now, it was driving her insane at this point and after speaking with Eunuch, she could only hold him to his word.

"I think it's safe enough to take this thing off for a while... I don't think anyone will bother me till later. We can just put it back on later when he comes to get me."

 

[Anthropologist]

While it seemed that this strange creature, that clearly the King was besotted with, was speaking to no one in particular, Larissa interpreted her mutterings as being a command to remove the belt. She plunged her hand into her bodice and found the little key. She walked across to the one the King referred to as the little thief, drawing her eye, she held the key up. Scrynthina turned and faced her, and with a sigh, spread her legs a little and held her arms out to her side, expecting Larissa to kneel and lift her skirts.

She was mistaken, Larissa just pushed the shoulder straps off and let the dress fall to the floor, then she knelt, her eyes level with Scrynthina's tormented and very wet vagina. Scrynthina knew the lock was at the small of her back, and she started to turn to give Larissa access, but before she could, the older woman placed her hands on the salve's hips and then slid them around, trailing her fingernails across her buttocks. In order to get her hands around the lock, she had to lean in, her cheek presses against the swollen aroused labia. There was a click, the chain swung down to hang between her legs, and a moment later as Larissa drew her cheek away, the thick leather fell, and the whole contraption crashed noisily to the floor.

Slowly, and it seemed a little reluctantly, Larissa let her hands slide over her bum and away from her body, and then even more slowly and reluctantly she pulled her head back, a smear of the slaves arousal on her cheek, but her eyes never left that beautiful bud. She ever so slowly raised her hand and stroked the back of her fingers along the slit, looking up at Scrynthina. "it looks sore M'Lady, I have something that will soothe it. Before Scrynthina could answer, the door opened and the two maids walked in, one carrying a platter of fruit, the other a tray bearing a jug and several goblets.

They both stopped dead in their tracks, exchanging glances, and then continued to place their burdens on the small table beside the window. The two guards strain their necks to peer inside, but this goes unnoticed by the two women. The maids curtsy and beat a hasty retreat, closing the door and smiling at two guards who are about to get very lucky. Larissa fears the incident may have soured the little slave's mood, and she hurries to lead her across to the bed. She helps her sit on the bed and piles pillows behind her back, before going off to rummage in the cloth bag she carries with her. She returns with a small brass pot and unscrews the lid, revealing an ivory coloured cream within. Despite Scrynthina's protests, she scoops some of it out with her fingertips and starts to apply it to the sore and swollen labia.

"Relax M'Lady, allow me to soothe you, I know much of these things" As she gently rubs the cream in, she looks up into Scrynthina's eyes, then down again "You know, m'Lady, I know many things, things sI would be willing to teach you. I know how to use the inner muscles to milk a man in seconds, or keep him hard for hours, I know how to take all of him in my throat, without gagging or coughing, and I know how to take him behind, without feeling the pain. These things, should you learn them, will help you please the King, and will bring pleasure to you also" She looks up again, as her fingers slip inside the welcoming vagina.

 

[katalynn]

Scynthrina really wasn’t in the mood for this again. To her, it was starting to feel like she did belong to the castle, was there for their amusement. Small part of her did have to admit, the woman had a nice calming touch about her; in the end, she knew where this was leading. A sharp hiss escaped as soon as the belt came off, releasing her from pain it was starting to cause, and it seemed to be followed through with her fingers gliding against severely sensitive flesh. It did feel good and it made her weak in the knees at the attention she provided.

The maids snapped her back to reality for a split moment, wondering if they were going to stay or ask more silly questions. They were really sweet girls, and Scynthrina doesn’t mean to be rude to them, she just simply doesn’t know how to handle them, how to deal with being the one giving commands and permission. It was simply not in her nature, she doesn’t have wants and needs of her own, they were always the wants and needs of her Master.

None too soon Larissa was guiding her to the bed, attempting to make her comfortable, sadly all it did right now was make her nervous. She doesn’t know this woman and her intentions, the purpose of her being here. The King did tell her the purpose, in the end it didn’t help make matters better. It always came back to the simple fact that she simply didn’t like to be touched, and for some reason, these people couldn’t get that through their heads.

This woman was insistent though, wanting to put more of that cream on her, trying to get Scynthrina to open her legs. With much reluctance, she did finally let her put the cream on, sending shivers up her spine as her fingers went to work. Scynthrina closed her eyes, trying to ignore it all. Then the words she spoke made her cringe, remembering how the king shoved down her throat and tore into her backside. Those things scared her now, and she shook her head just as she felt those fingers plunge into her.

It caught her off guard a little and made her whimper slightly, still shaking her head no attempting to resist all this. She even attempted to close her legs, but this woman just held them open, granted it was lightly, but just like The Eunuch said, it was the mere action of being ‘forced’ into such things that she enjoyed. The feeling of it feeding into the lust.

“I don’t want to do it like that again…. It hurt too much… he… he just… It was nothing but pain….”

Scynthrina couldn’t finish the words, the pain of it still fresh in her thoughts. It took some great effort to resist Larissa and her fingers, her words were nothing like what Scynthrina experienced. There was no pleasure in either of those actions for her, last night only made the fear of it grow. It was then she managed to squirm away from Larissa and those wonderful fingers of hers. Larissa could tell she wanted more, noticing the ragged breath she had caused, yet, there was also fear hidden behind the lust and that’s what broke the attention.

“He doesn’t trust me…. How can I do those things for him when he controls the situation, he rips any pleasure I do get from me… No… I can’t enjoy it… he hasn’t allowed me to…”

With that, she got up from the bed and filled a goblet with the mead, taking a good drink from it. There were no real words to say what he did, after all he was just putting her in place, and both times he took control over the situation. When he claimed her throat, she didn’t question it or let it bother her at the time, it did hurt and she did feel like she was suffocating. But again, that was the start of him putting her in her place, claiming her as his. Who was she to argue?

“Like the first night he brought me here… he just shoved it down my throat carelessly… And last night I begged him to…. I gave it willing to him… and… and he just…”

She paused again, knowing she is saying way too much, talking out of place about her Master and she began regret it instantly, knowing that Larissa will most likely relay all this back to him. Before speaking again, she took another hard drink of the mead, emptying the goblet. Scynthrina isn’t a drinker, but she figured she would take advantage of things while she could. Also, it kept her busy for the moment, numbing the fear.

“No… something happens when I gain pleasure in return… He takes it back and puts me in my place. I understand what he is doing, and it isn’t my place to speak poorly of it. He doesn’t trust me and until he does, I have to accept things as they are.”

 

[Anthropologist]

Larissa wasn't a good whore simply because she enjoyed sex. Actually, she was something beyond a good whore, she was a fucking excellent whore, men of all stations sought her out, and paid her handsomely for her company, and sometimes they didn't even fuck her. No, Larissa was more than a nice set of tits, a shapely bum and an ability to suck the seed out of an avocado. She was born with a combination of talents that was almost unique, and principal among them was an acutely overactive empathy gene. Larissa could "read" people so well that sometimes she knew what they were thinking before they thought it. This trait had proved enormously useful in her trade and was the main reason she plied it so profitably.

She could tell whether a man wanted to talk, or fuck, or have his cock blown, she could tell whether he wanted a girlfriend, a mistress or a mother. She anticipated their needs and provided for them before they had to ask, because she knew that most men hated asking.

The girl before her though, was something of an enigma, a difficult read, it would seem. Oh certainly all the information was there, but there was also something of a wall, it was like watching a scene unfold through a picket fence. There were suggestions of what was happening, snippets, but no picture that made sense.

To some degree, Larissa had given up trying to work her out, and rather concentrated on her own pleasure, and for a very lengthy moment, that pleasure had centred on the nicest cunt she had ever seen, but the wall had been thrown up physically as well as emotionally and she now found herself something of a bystander to a scene of increasing frustration and emotional turmoil.

And then, a moment of clarity, the briefest of interludes when the wall sloughed away like a waterfall parting, and she saw her need, saw her vulnerability. It came when she talked of the king, of trust, or rather the lack of it, of the pain he caused her and her perceived inability to please him. She saw in that moment that the little thief wanted from the King what he couldn't give, not yet anyway, she wanted his love, and as the waterfall parted, she saw something so sad that tears welled in her eyes..........this girl, this waif, had never been loved.

She crossed to the girl standing, staring, and as she did, she unfastened her outer garments and discarded them on the floor . She took Scrynthina by the hand and the girl turned to look at the woman. Initially, she resisted the grasp, but when she saw the older woman's tear filled eyes she seemed to melt into submission. Larissa led her back to the bed, turned down the covers and laid down, pulling her down as well. She pulled the covers over both of them and wrapped her arms around the girl, holding her tight, saying nothing, her hands still, their cheeks resting against each other, their tears mingling.

In this way, as if their bodies knew that it was what both needed, sleep came to both of them. Sleep full of dreams, of omens and portents and mystical things. But strangely, the dreams did not disturb them, did not disquiet them, quite the reverse. When they awoke a mere hour later, both were smiling, both were comfortable with the others presence, as if they had been friends for years.

 

[katalynn]

These last three days felt like it has been an eternity. Between the maids, King, Lorec with The Eunuch, and now this woman all rolled into one, it’s been nothing but an emotional roller coaster. Yes, it was difficult to believe that it’s only been a mere three days since she’s been brought here. Never In her life has she expressed, let alone, felt so many different emotions, it was becoming difficult to find a balance between them. When she tries to revert back to what she was taught, something seems to disrupt that balance and forces her to second guess her actions. And for this slave that is never a good thing.

This Larissa woman was silent for the longest time; long enough to make Scynthrina wonder what was going on in that head of hers. It felt like this woman was staring into her very soul, the same feeling that her King had given when he couldn’t stop staring in her eyes. The uncomfortable burning sensation of being exposed eternally; the feelings of having all your emotions betray you. There is never an escape from such a stare.

Almost as if on cue, Larissa came up to her just as she started to think of her King, the few times he has shown his softer side, the protective feeling she got when he held her close. Scynthrina knew her King wasn’t a bad person, he did have compassion and it felt as if he was afraid of showing it. It was these thoughts that made her choke back the tears at first. When she saw Larissa and her teary eyes, she felt a crack in her wall. At first she didn’t know why Larissa was crying, wondering if it was because she rejected the attention and offer she had made moments ago. Soon realizing it was deeper than that, women like her don’t cry over petty things like that.

The embrace Larissa provided didn’t feel as good as the King did, however, it was a different kind of embrace, one that tore into those complicated emotions. She couldn’t decipher what emotion it was she felt, but it made her heart race and soon found herself silently crying for reasons unknown. Larissa just held onto her tightly, allowing her to let it all out till she found sleep.

When she woke up the energy she felt down in the cell had returned, this time it had not invaded her like it did then, though it was a shadowed form that only she could see. It let her know that the King was safe at his destination; Lorec on the other hand went to an area where the shadow could not follow. It was about this time when Larissa started to wake; Scynthrina had no words to say, only smiled and traced her face, lightly pushing a strand of hair from her face.

Scynthrina had an idea, wanting to find a way to thank Larissa and yet not having experience with such things, she didn’t really know what to do. She tilted her face enough to let their lips meet, with some hesitation, her tongue slipped out tracing over Larissa’s lips till she felt the other tongue greet hers.

It was different kissing another female; it was softer and very intoxicating. Scynthrina told the shadow creature to have some fun with her, a reward of sorts for the both of them. During the kiss, Larissa could feel an energy flow through her, filling her with more lust than she’s ever known, a dull pulsing sensation between her thighs, feeling as it grew stronger. Yet, she never broke the kiss, waiting to see how Larissa react to this energy.

 

[Anthropologist]

Larissa sensed that they were no longer alone but she could not for the life of her make sense of what else was in the room with them. It was a presence, but a presence she could not fathom. She had moved in every circle in the castle, including those that tinkered and played at the edges of magic and necromancy. She had lain, naked on an alter, for a full night while wizards and druids danced around her and chanted, awaiting a deity from history to impregnate her, Alas, she remained un-pregnant, but the money was good. There had been more successful campaigns though, and she had, on several occasions, felt the ice cold touch of a long dead soul, seeking a way back to the living.

But this was different, for a start, whatever it was didn't exist as it's own being, but rather a splinter from another soul, and it didn't take long for her to realise that it was a part of the little thief. She had heard of some races, elves in particular, where it was said that some of them carried the souls of their ancestors with them, and she wondered if this girl was such a being. If so, she thought with a smile, it may well be the girl's grandfather in the room with them.

There was another thing that was different about this entity, it's touch. When previously touched by the dead, she had felt it as a shard of ice against her skin, that immediately froze her blood and instilled in her an overwhelming feeling of dread. Not so this gentle creature, if indeed a creature it was, for the touch was.......well, the touch wasn't a touch, but rather an activation of the nerves in her body near where the touch didn't touch, if that made sense. It was more the memory of a touch, than a touch per se. It filled her with warmth, and peace, and something else, a longing for more.

It seemed, initially, to grow from the slaves lips, and then traveled her body, her shoulder, her back and then her thighs, and then.........oh my. It invaded, no, invaded is the wrong word, invaded suggests violence and conquest, and this was neither. It insinuated into her, pushing between her labia, filling her vaginal canal and her womb, it trickled into her anus, and rode Scrynthina's tongue into her throat. It entered through the very pores of her skin and bought a warmth to every cell of her body. Already she had surrendered, already she had given herself to the occupying forces...........but it hadn't even started.

Out of the corner of her eye, Larissa witnessed, for the first time for her, the collar start to glow, then corruscate, then throb with the green light. And as it throbbed, so whatever it was that occupied her swelled and pulsed. In time with the light, she felt every part of her caressed by the shadow, including those parts which only lovers caress. With every pulse, she felt her pulse quicken, felt her energy grow, and ca craving for the next, and the next, and the next.

To call the culmination an orgasm would be to not do it justice. Larissa had, of course, had many orgasms, and they had one thing in common, the stimulation of a part of her which cascaded through her body and made her squeal with delight and flood her lover's mouth/hand/cock with the juices she so readily produced. This was as different as could be, It wasn't her swollen clit or tormented nipple that commenced the wave, the wave existed within her, and washed out from every fibre she possessed to crash upon every fibre she possessed. She didn't squeal, she screamed in ecstasy. She didn't writhe for a few moments, she contorted her body in ways she didn't think were possible. Through it all, the slave clung to her, riding the shuddering spasms, trying hard to maintain the kiss. When it was done and she subsided to a state of mere euphoria, it started again...............

 

[katalynn]

During this very intimate moment with Larissa and this energy, Scynthrina couldn’t help feeling connected to the shadow somehow. It was a long, a so very long forgotten connection, a time stolen from memory as the years passed. As it fed into Larissa, it also fed itself into Scynthrina. For Scynthrina it was different, it was closer to home. She was only a child then, there was a boy her age that she used to play with; a boy that she was supposed to marry when the time was right. A boy long forgotten, and yet, here he was. A child, who grew into a man, then left the mortal world, searching for her.

“Seregruthon….”

It was a mere whisper, one that in Larissa’s current state was not heard. Scynthrina smiled as she watched this woman enjoy what was happening to her, it was arousing to watch, to listen. It was different this time though, unlike all the other times where she watches and listens, this felt intimate on some level. She broke the kiss when Larissa was reaching another orgasm, letting her ride out the sensations. After a moment of watching, Scynthrina traced the woman’s body with her nails, giving her that intimate touch to drive the senses all the more wild.

Naturally it made her want more, yet at the same time, Larissa isn’t what she wanted right now. Her own thoughts were elsewhere. Already missing her King, missing the connection she had felt last night, his kiss and touch. The Eunuch slipped into her thoughts at times as well, like always. She waited till Larissa fell victim to her second orgasm, smiling as she watched her body twist and turn towards the feelings the energy poured into her. Once Larissa closed her eyes, calming down for a moment before he would give her one more round, Scynthrina slipped from the covers quietly, knowing that Larissa is going to sleep very good tonight.

She made her way into the Kings chambers and it was dark since all the candles were blown out, making her way to the window, finding it to be her favorite spot now. Also found one of the Kings shirts, naturally it was far too big for her, one shoulder slid off and it came to mid-thigh. Though, that wasn’t a concern for her, it was his scent she was after. Opened the window, letting the moon light in, she sat there looking out at the night sky, thinking of ways to gain her Kings trust.

It was moments later where she heard a sound from the darkness, it was difficult to tell where exactly it came from; it took her a moment to realize who it was. His aura was always unmistakable, even his scent was unforgettable.

“I know you are there….”

She spoke without looking back, it made her wonder why he was there in the first place, and the question was left unasked, knowing The Eunuch would not answer her. People around here seem to rarely answer her questions. She also didn’t seem to care about his presence here either; it almost seemed as if she welcomed it in this moment.

“Why is it when I should be thinking of the King, it is you that haunts my thoughts in the end?”

There were no real emotion to her tone, spoken still without looking in his direction, focusing on the night sky and trying to keep the King fresh in her thoughts.

 

[Anthropologist]

The Eunuch stepped from the shadows, although she still dd not turn to look at him. "Lorec returns two hours hence, and I wanted to make sure I knew where you were so that there was no..........confusion, when the time arrived" He takes another step or two and now he is at her right shoulder, looking out of the same window, but each seeing different things. She sees a landscape across which her King will return, he sees the shadows and hiding places for conspirators.

He can see from the way the shirt hangs on her hip, that the belt has been removed, and he smiles, knowing that the key is obviously in the castle, probably with the whore, and he is certain he will have unfettered access to all of her any time he wants.

"it's an odd thing little thief" he says quietly "but here am I, a man of 70, and an incomplete man at that.I have all of the limitations and tribulations one might expect in a man of my age, arthritic hands an unbending back, forgetfulness of mind............and yet, today I seem to feel a little less weary, a few less aches and pains.......even a lightening of my disposition, why, I even thanked the baker's girl for my bread and she coughed so much I thought she was going to expire"

He reaches out, the shirt hangs off her right shoulder, halfway down her upper arm. He traces a nail from the point of her shoulder to the nape of her neck, feeling her shiver as he does. She leans her head back, but he doesn't know if it is simple muscle reaction to his touch, or whether it is the primal urge of a submissive woman to offer her master her breasts. It matters not, whether she offers them or not, they are his to do with what he pleases.

"I can't help feeling" he continues, tracing the nail along the edge of the shirt where it is scooped across her back. "that my sudden good health, and your arrival in the castle, are perhaps more than mere coincidence" As he slips his hand down the neck of the shirt, running his nail along her spine, then he leans forward and whispers "is that your secret little thief, do you bring men a lift in the spirits, or more perhaps"

He withdraws his hand and shuffles a little closer, standing behind her, placing both hands on her cheeks "You know what I want, and you know I can take it, or you could give it to me willingly...........although I suspect the former may be more fun"

 

[katalynn]

She knew his reasons for being here were a bit exaggerated, he knew full well there would be no confusion and also she was not meant to leave these rooms. His reasons were more personal in nature and it was more than obvious in the way he spoke. With how close he had gotten to her, the heat of his body against her own made her weak with desire. There was the anticipation to feel that touch and it showed in many ways. Especially when her breathing picked up and heart started to race, the patterns along her skin had a slight glow to them.

“You once said that you knew what I wanted…. That you are helping me on this journey. You said that I wanted someone to be in control of my desires…. The King does not do this for me… How is it that you do this, When no one else does?”

Scynthrina made no attempt to resist his touch, in fact after the time spent with Larissa, it had her so aroused that it quickly became wanted… more like needed. A touch that only he can provide. The touch that reaches to deepest part of her soul, a place that even she didn’t know existed. And for some reason it came from a man that she feared and also was not meant to be her Master, an unexpected turn of events in the scheme of things.

She ignored answering his question about her ‘secret’. She had her secrets but the King had told her to keep them quiet. These new secrets were hers to keep, however, his question she did not have answer for anyway. The power she felt growing inside was new, she didn’t understand what it was capable of doing, for all she knew his words could be true. However, in this current moment in time, those concerns were next to nothing in her thoughts. He was feeding a desire within her, one that she did not want to resist at this time. Somehow he knew how to break her in ways no one else did.

“How can I give it willingly, but at the same time have you take it? I wish to feel you take what you want, that same feeling you gave me earlier in the other room when you held me against the wall.”

She leaned her head back against his shoulder, surrendering for the first time to what he was doing. It was difficult for her to understand why she wanted it, why there was need to feel such things. In the end of all the confusion, there was submission to this new and unexpected sensation.

“I wish to learn more about these desires. I do not think the King will do that… I do not know how I feel about Larissa… I do not trust Lorec… I just do not know what I want…Or who to trust here. I've never had these kind of desires before, I do not understand them.”

 

[Anthropologist]

He felt her surrender, felt that she would, in this moment, give him what he wanted from her, but he wasn't quite ready to accept her gift. There was much more value in maintaining the pretence that she was an unwilling partner. For a start, there was the King to consider. He fully expected the Eunuch to behave like a rogue, and he was loathe to disappoint the King, and he would happily take the blame for coercing the young damsel, and thus deflecting any fault away from her.

Secondly, there was her, and whilst he wasn't usually in the habit of considering the feelings and emotions of others, particularly young women well beneath his station, that small kernel of compassion that somehow had become embedded in his stone heart was growing and pressing on his thought processes. He knew that she had only ever known life as a slave, although, that she had been conditioned to believe that she owned nothing, not even her own thoughts or emotions, and certainly not her body. To give him a part of her was an alien concept, it simply wasn't hers to give. No, he must take it, and take it in such a manner that there could be no doubt in her mind that he was entitled to it and she was powerless to resist.

Thirdly, and this was pure selfishness, he suspected, and the evidence was certainly there, that she would be much more "productive" if she was restrained, helpless, at his mercy. He had felt it when she was pinned against the wall, felt it as she was stretched in the cell, and he sensed it now as her body showed every sign of submission.

He had anticipated this when he set out to find her, although not with any certainty, but with an abundance of hope, so he was somewhat prepared for her. He had thought of the many ways in which she might be restrained and which of those would show her who was her real master, and he thought he had the perfect solution. One that would be symbolic of her plight and would not overly tax him physically.

He entwines his fingers in her hair at the back of her head, first grasping and then twisting. She gasps at the sudden pain and awkwardly rises to her feet as he pulls upwards. He leads her towards the king's bed and pushes her violently onto it, flinging her away from him. she lands on one hip and starts to instinctively curl up. He climbs atop the bed and straddles her, grasping her shoulder and pushing her over onto her back. The shirt has ridden up and exposed the markings encircling her breasts along with one dusky nipple, which seems to be engorging as he watches. He pushes the shirt up and over her head and as he does so, he notices the collar begin to glow. He slides it up her arms, but not off, bunching it at her wrists and winding it tightly around them. He reaches into his robes and extracts a short length of silk rope, exactly like the curtain ties she has seen throughout the castle, and he knots it around the twisted shirt, before leaning over her to tie the end to a bedpost. As he leans, his chest presses against her face and she breathes his scent, senses his heartbeat and feels the fine cloth of his robes against her cheek.

And now she finds herself again with her arms above her head, and this man restraining her, but worse, this time she is on her master's bed, where last night they made love. The irony of being defiled in such a place, by a man who is the king's servant, is not lost on her, but somehow increases her arousal, and her anticipation of what is about to happen sends a shiver through her and the collar glows anew, seemingly humming as it presses against her throat.

He eases himself off of her naked body, and for a brief moment pauses to look at her. Then he leans down, grasps her hips and pulls her towards the edge of the bed, tightening the rope and bringing her to the point where her hips align with the edge, so that her mound is at the apex of her bent body. He pushes her legs apart and drops to his knees, her now glistening mound within inches of his face, she can feel his breath on her labia. He raises his left hand, the one without nails, and pushes his fingers between her labia, opening her flower as if inspecting it. He feels her breathing accelerate as he raises his right hand, index finger extended, and slides the wickedly sharp nail over the turgid bud of her clitoris.

 

[katalynn]

The sudden change in his actions made her feel like she had said or somehow done something wrong, quickly realizing it was his way of answering her. She did struggle a little; uncertain of what exactly he was doing, and she almost protested being on the Kings bed. There would be no hiding the scent of them on the bed and it made that gut wrenching feeling of betrayal come back. It wasn’t her place to be in this position and yet here she was and willingly wanting to be here, she had no idea how she would hide that from her Master.

Those thoughts were quickly vanishing when he began to tie her hands up, the sheer power he had over her was overwhelming and she didn’t want to think of anything else. His scent surrounded the air mixed with his touch was almost too much to handle; it didn’t take much for the struggle to turn into writhing beneath him. The cloth caressing her cheek only made the desire stronger while he finished tying the rope off.

When he pulled her down to the edge of the bed, stretching her as much as possible it took her a moment to adjust to the sensation of it. At first it was uncomfortable and she had to fight the urge of putting her feet back on the bed to push herself back up. That urge was replaced instantly upon feeling his fingers exposed her most intimate area to him, showing him just how much she truly desired this. It took everything in her to not cry out at the touch of his nail, and her legs instantly wanting to close at the foreign sensation it created. It was not painful and yet it wasn’t like anything she has ever felt before, forcing her whimper quietly. It will be the sounds pouring from her lips that would become a true battle, not wanting to alert Larissa or the guards.

Scynthrina also fought the urge to squirm around, fighting to keep her hips still as much as possible, knowing how sharp his nails are and not wanting to hurt such sensitive areas. The position didn’t allow her to move much as it was and that made it easier to conquer the writhing urges. As the nail kept taunting the throbbing little nub, she could feel the juices drooling down to the bed. She was breathing heavily, arching her back within the confines of the movement.

The Eunuch had found another strong weakness in the many walls she had built, driving her wild with no other thought. The simple motion was quickly building up with intensity; her whimpers were growing louder while attempting to spread her legs more for him with toes curling in anticipation of the oncoming orgasm.

 

[Anthropologist]

Larissa had woken, like the King had this morning, with a sense of loss, but hers wasn't centred on the girl alone, but on what, she assumed, the outworlder had summoned. She struggled to reconcile those feelings, those overwhelming feelings, she had experienced as her body had thrashed and writhed in orgasm. The feel of the girl's warm flesh against her own, of her probing tongue, in combination with the invasion of her body had delivered a sensation that she could only describe as being all the love she had ever felt for any being suddenly being funneled towards this slip of a girl. If she never felt it again, she might as well surrender her life right now, and she realised, that from this moment, she must devote herself to only her. Regardless of what happened between her and the King, she was Larissa's queen.

As she came to full wakefulness, she heard snippets and echos of noises coming from the king's chambers. She slipped from beneath the covers, still naked, her bare feet landing on the cold stone floor, her nipples already responding to the chill in the air. Absentmindedly, she reached up and brushed the back of her hand across the cool skin and nut brown nubbin, and felt a shiver as it immediately hardened. She tiptoed slowly across the floor, through the inner door and then towards the half open doorway to the King's bedchamber.

With each step, the noises became clearer and the source of them became more obvious. Someone was pleasuring her queen....... She increased her pace, though mindful of making any noise,and with every step she responded more to the imagined scene beyond the door. Her clitoris hardened, her juices began to flow and she now walked with one hand between her legs, the other pinching and tugging at each nipple in turn.

Finally, she reached the door and concealed herself behind it, peeking around the edge. The sight beyond made her gasp, her queen, restrained on the bed, body arched, while that evil bastard Eunuch knelt between her legs. Her first thought was to burst through the door and throw him bodily to the floor and rescue her queen, an act that would surely result in her expulsion from the kingdom, if not life itself. She hesitated, something made her pause, perhaps it was that the moans from Scrynthina weren't the moans of pain and degradation, but rather moans of pleasure, or perhaps it was the presence of the shadow, at her shoulder, calming her, telling her, without speaking, that she should do nothing other than watch.

Watch she did, her fingers busy at both her clitoris and nipples, her arousal growing, her mind willing the shadow to take her again. It did not, save for some stimulation of her anus and the sensation of warm breat on the nape of her neck, but it was enough.

She watched as the Eunuch moved his long nail from Scrynthina's clit and traced it over her belly to scrape across her nipple. She watched as he lowered his head and engulfed her small vagina with his mouth, and she watched as Scrynthina arched her mound towards him, no longer trying to mute the sounds of her orgasm, straining against the ropes, the collar glowing bright green. She came as her queen came, collapsing on the floor behind the door.

The Eunuch had never before tasted a woman, so he had little expectation, but he certainly wasn't disappointed. She was already wet when his mouth engulfed her and his tongue sought out her clitoris, and the taste of her, was sweet, though slightly metallic. But when she came, it was remarkable. Her nectar had a taste he couldn't describe, like all of life's pleasures rolled into one. He felt it enliven his tongue and he wanted it never to end. She gushed and he greedily consumed the elixir, allowing it to wash through his mouth and onto his belly, and as it did, a warmth, an effervescence, seemed to grow outwards from his core, giving him a feeling of strength and well-being he hadn't experienced in years.

 

[katalynn]

Scynthrina was lost to this world as The Eunuch fed upon her nectar. He wasn’t as skilled as the king was however in this very moment it put her in a state of pure ecstasy. The hot breath coming from his mouth sent shivers up her spine, and the fury of his tongue had her writhing against the restraints, forcing her to stretch more as her body reached for that mouth.

There were a few moments when she felt the presence of another in the room, hearing sounds that hid in the darkness. Even though those moments were as fleeting as they came, it was still nagging in the back of her thoughts. It wasn’t till after the orgasm she realized the feeling was Larissa, the scent of her orgasm filled the air, sounds of muffled whimpers and moans crept into Scynthrinas ears.

Part of her was excited that Larissa was watching her and in the same instance, it scared her. Yet, that fear didn’t stop Scynthrina from enjoying what was happening, if anything it fed into the sensations. There wasn’t even a passing thought to stop him from continuing this pleasure. As she tried to put some focus into the situation at hand while not killing this moment at the same time, there really was only one solution. As she thought back a little, the King did tell Larissa to have fun with her.

“I….. I think…. Larissa wants… some fun…. She’s hiding… watching….”

The words were a mixture of whispers and moans, not wanting Larissa to hear her. Normally that isn’t something she would even remotely consider, however, considering she didn’t want this feeling to stop, it would be something to explore at this time. Larissa isn’t going to go anywhere anytime soon and having her be a part of this might keep her quiet when it comes to the King.

Just as Scynthrina voiced her thoughts and began to imagine the two of them taking advantage of her like this, her whole body stretched and strained against the bindings and crashed through the waves of an orgasm. It made the patterns along her body and the juices that fed The Eunuch began glowing brighter, becoming more powerful.

During the orgasm an image of the King on top of her came into play, his beautiful smile as he looked down on her, this triggered an instant orgasm right after the last one.

 

[Anthropologist]

The Eunuch stood, a curious look upon his face, as he considered what was happening. He knew it, he knew that her nectar had power, he could feel it rejuvenating him, peeling the years away, although there were a lot to peel. He felt something else as well, a stirring, and although he had no reason to recognise it, he knew what it was.

He had lost his manly bits well before puberty, and so had never known an erection, never known the restlessness of an approaching orgasm or the explosiveness of it arriving. But he knew, instinctively, in this moment, what it felt like to feel lust, because right now he felt it, and he never felt his loss as keenly as now. What he would give to be able to fuck her.

As his mind swung between melancholy at his loss, and exhilaration at his ever improving health, his consciousness struggled to take in the reality of what was happening. as if through a fog, her words came to him "Larissa.........watching.....****"

He stood a little straighter "whore" he said loudly "Make yourself known to us" There was some scrabbling from behind the door and timidly, a naked Larissa stepped into the room. "The thief begs your attendance" he said to her, and Larissa approached the bed, warily, as she didn't trust the Eunuch. He let her pass without a glance as Scrynthina watched her. she would have raised her arms in welcome, but they were still firmly attached to the post.

She crawled onto the bed, kissing the exposed flesh of the tied girl as she did, and Scrynthina arched her back and purred at the pleasure of it. The Eunuch found himself staring at the puckered anus and swollen labia of the whore, and felt an ovrwhelming urge to penetrate her, with whatever he could.