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The Little Theif ~ Closed ~

The examination finally over, the Eunuch was now anxious to return to the feast although not to dine on carrion or to sup wine, but to converse with his friend and fellow King mentor Lorec, the other beast in the court. Between them, they were the only men the King trusted, but they trusted each other more than they trusted the King. It wasn't that the King was dishonest or practiced at artifice, no, it was just that he was given to impetuosity and rash decisions, such as the one to bring this girl back here. He was certain that Lorec would agree that her continued presence would not be acceptable, and their only real problem was to convince the King of a suitable course of action. In the meantime, she must be controlled.

He nodded to the guard to free her binds and he did, though gently. The guard's emotions were in uncharted waters, this girl, that even now was the object of his raging erection, also raised in him compassion and sympathy, and an urge to protect......not something he often felt about the people in his charge. And so, as he eased the binds, he lowered her gently to the bed, her nakedness warm to his touch, his erection bumping against her as he handled her lithe form. While he removed the spreader bar, his gaze was transfixed on that perfect cunt, and he knew just what he wanted to do with his rampant cock, he also knew that it would cost him his life if he did.

The Eunuch parted, along with the reluctant page, leaving instructions to the two maids and the guard, to make her "comfortable". As the maids started to enter the cell, the guard allowed one through the door but prevented the second. He nodded to the first, who commenced tending to her, washing the slime of her orgasm from her thighs, then closed the door. He pushed the second maid, a dark eyed peasant from the forest region, a girl of only 18, against the wall of the passage, and pulled her skirts up. She knew better than to resist, and besides, she was more than a little aroused by the events she had recently witnessed. As he impaled her, she clawed at his back and groaned.

Inside the cell, to the unmistakable sounds of rutting from the other side of the door, the fist maid sponged her skin, applied ointment to her wounds, and brushed her hair. Scrynthina lay quietly, eyes unfocused, as if still in another place. The maid's attentions, her soft hands, gentle caress,lulling her. The maid lowered her head, parting her lips, and softly kissed a still turgid nipple. The surprising kiss bought Scrynthina back to the moment, but more followed, kisses that trailed down her belly, kisses planted on the soft pubes and then those soft hands, easing her legs apart, a tongue, delving into that secret place.
 
Scynthrina could feel herself being released from the binds, felt as her body moved without her, it was sore and weak, emotionally and physically. Somewhere in the distance of her mind, there was some kind of tenderness to all this stress, perhaps a touch of a woman, it felt feminine. The small delicate hands were roaming all over her heated flesh, stirrings were building up once more as what felt like kisses trailed down her body.

Scynthrina reluctantly opened her eyes to find herself laying on the bed, with a female between her legs. This was something she seriously did not expect, especially when there were two males in the room with her. This female actually felt good, the tenderness of her hands and mouth actually made Scynthrina moan deeply for the first time tonight.

The females mouth felt wonderful, it was still unwanted pleasure, stealing pleasure from her, stealing the first taste of her from the King. Yet Scynthrina did not fight it, nor could she. Spread her legs wider, writhing to the pleasure of this female. Scynthrina has seen women on women many times, always wondered about how it would feel. It was something she could get used to, the tenderness of the female was so incredible, so far from the rough hands of men.

She didn't know what made this female do this, or where the men had gone off too, but for now it was a moment she was going to enjoy while it lasted. Not that she had much of a choice, every nerve in her body right now was weak, tired, hungry. Even her own mind couldn't fight it right now, despite the fact she knew it was wrong of this female to do this, she was 'stealing' from the King.

Scynthrina was becoming more vocal as the female worked on her, letting her body tense and build to her orgasm.
 
The maid could barely reconcile the response of the prisoner to her touch, to that she had seen when the Eunuch tormented her. Earlier, she had been composed, unnaturally so, as the old man had driven her to orgasm, but now, at the very touch of her tongue to the most beautiful vagina she had ever seen, the girl writhed and vocalised almost to an extreme. She didn't know what came over her when she initiated this contact, why she leaned down to suck that nipple. She had known she wanted to as soon as she re-entered the room, as if the earlier act with the Eunuch had led to a charged atmosphere, as if making sexual congress inevitable. She wasn't a lesbian, and had never before felt tempted to do what she now did, it was if this unusual girl exerted some power over those within her immediate sphere that drove them to enact their desires. As the girl writhed beneath her, as her wetness increased, as her pelvis pushed up towards her mouth and she tasted her inner folds, her own arousal grew exponentially.

She dropped one hand from the prisoner's thigh and reached inside her bodice. She found her own nipple and pinched it, rolling it between thumb and finger before squeezing harder and tugging it fiercely. It wasn't enough, she moved her hand down beneath her skirts and pushed two fingers deeep into her own now dripping pussy. Her own ministrations drove her to push her tongue deeper into her "victim" her mouth engulfing the compact pussy. And so it was, that she came. Great racking convulsions of her belly and thighs as she clamped upon her own fingers, accompanied by a gush of sweet nectar from the girl beneath her, and to sounds of the second maid becoming impregnated by the seed of the guard.

It was several minutes before the four people, both within the room and without, were able to summons their senses enough to, for three of them at least, perform the duties the King required of them. The first maid finished her cleaning task, albeit perfunctorily, lest her ministrations aroused her again. The second maid rearranged her disheveled clothing and entered the cell with some bedding for the prisoner. The guard rummaged in his sack, found what he was looking for. He too entered the now crowded cell. He strapped a thick leather belt around her waist. There was an iron chain, thick links, hanging from an eyelet at the front of the belt. He looped the chain between her legs and drew it tightly up her back, so that it slotted uncomfortably into the slit of her recently well exercised sex, then slid a pin through the last link into a locking device on the rear of the belt.

He smiled at her "only the King has the key, so your treasure is in safekeeping for until he wants it." He left, and the last act was one of the maids placing a small basket on the bed. It contained bread, potted preserves, a few slices of ham and several bottles of water. The cell door slammed and the receding footsteps signaled her solitude, for a few hours at least.
 
Scynthrina couldn't take this emotionally anymore, once they left her alone with this heavy and extremely uncomfortable chain and belt, she retreated to her corner and cried herself to sleep for at least two hours. She wanted out of here, no longer felt safe being here, far too many knew she was here now and basically unprotected. The rage and betrayal she felt towards the king only fueled her as she slept, except for a few times when she moved around, the chain would cause her flinch with disgust. It was painful, she didn't understand why the guard had to put it on like he did, she hated it with a passion.

When she did wake up fully she just sat in the corner, unmoving. The chain dug into her as she sat on the cold floor, but she didn't care anymore, she couldn't see past the rage at this point. The hunger was there, but she couldn't bring herself to eat, her throat hurt too much from screaming and crying, too many nerves were shot and her stomach was nothing but a big twisted knot from all the emotions. To top it off, the chain was keeping her wet and aroused, making it difficult to seriously move around too much. However, she was forcing herself to keep it in the distance, focusing on the rage she had.

After a while she looked around the room, trying to find anything sharp, she didn't care what it was, just as long as it was sharp enough to cut. It took a few moment of scanning around the room, nothing to obvious at first. It was when she sat back down in the corner, she saw a dagger under the bed hidden in a corner. At first she thought it might of been the guards, perhaps she knocked off while she fought him earlier. Yet she grabbed it, it was far too decorated to be the guards. It almost reminded her of the collar, black handle encrusted with rubies and amethyst, silver blade that was extremely sharp.

For now, as she found herself alone, she began to pick at the leather belt, attempting to cut it off herself and it was cutting, but the leather was thick and it would take her while. At this point, she didn't care, all she knew is she wanted it off. The dagger had another purpose, however, she wanted answers from the King first before she used it for that reason.

After what seemed like another hour, she did finally manage to cut through most the belt. The angle of which she had to work with wasn't easy. Fighting through the aroused state it was causing wasn't easy, above all else, her hands and body hurt making it shiver from all the stress. Tears were streaming silently as she kept cutting into the leather, having a death grip on the dagger forcing herself to focus on the rage.

When the King does come back, he'll find everything that was left for her untouched, the food, the bedding, everything. Finding her in the corner filled with rage and stress. When Scynthrina hears footsteps, the unlocking of the door, she will be holding the dagger to her forearm threatening to cut into the flesh, waiting on whoever comes through that door. In this moment it was very difficult for her to really see passed all the rage and pain the last few hours had brought. Even the chain between her legs was causing more pain than pleasure at this point, having been there for hours, rubbing raw and digging into tender flesh. Which, did help feed into the rage.
 
The day's events and the feast, not to mention the wine, had wearied him, but he had to play the king for the assembled court, and so it was past midnight that he retired to his chambers. As usual, two naked wenches were in his bed, limbs entwined, sleeping, one of them issuing little mewing snoring sounds. They were there to literally warm his bed, and tend to any other needs he might have during the night, but on this night, there warmth would be all he sought. He shook the nearest one and she awakened, smiling at him, she slid from the bed and started to help him undress. Firstly, she carefully lifted the coronation sash from his shoulders and laid it out on the purpose built wooden stand. There were four symbols of his rule, The crown, safely locked in the castle vaults, along with the seal ring, the second item, then the sash, which he wore for court events, such as the feast and of course, the Dirmente Dagger, which was always on his person........

He pushed the girl away and strode from the room, heading straight for the passages, deep in thought as he did. The dagger was said to have been made from the broken tip of the sword that killed the last dragon. It broke off in the dragon's heart, or so legend had it. The black handle was carved from a rib of that same dragon, and there was a little dragon bone in every slave collar. The dagger should have been in the scabbard in his boot, but was not. He must have dropped it in the cell, and he must find it before she did, or at least before she realized it's powers.

He got to the cell and looked through the bars. At first, he thought she must have escaped, there was seemingly no sign of her, but on closer inspection, he could see her huddling in the corner, the dagger at her wrist. He stepped back, reasonably sure that she hadn't seen him, and thought through his tactics. She obviously did not want to kill herself, or she would have done so already, so it was her intention to threaten harm against herself to get something from him. He could immobilize her, as he did in the forest, but he preferred to use his powers sparingly, and besides, he would have to change into the beast to do so, and he wasn't sure that was the wisest move at the moment.

He knew she was weary, and emotional, and that he was stronger and faster than her, but he didn't underestimate her, and knew she was quite capable of inflicting damage with the blade. He pulled his shirt off and wrapped it tightly around his right forearm, then he unlocked the cell. She looked up as he entered, his right arm behind his back. She pressed herself back into the corner and raised her arms a little so that he would be well aware of what she contemplated. He slowly walked across to her and then squatted so that he was at eye level with her. He wasn't going to try and grab the knife hand, that would be too risky, he was going to push his arm between the blade and her wrist, forcing them apart. If she sliced, she would slice shirt, or at least he hoped she would only slice shirt, and then he could push her arm against the wall and somehow get her to release the dagger.

He looked in her eyes, trying to read her thoughts, but he would need to be holding the dagger to do that. She held his gaze. He had left the door open, deliberately, an enticement to freedom, a faint hope that she might escape. She held his gaze, steady, anger and hatred and despair reflected in them. She held his gaze, then, her eyes flicked to the open door, he lunged...
 
She had no real fight left in her, her body was too drained and weak. Even if she did, she couldn't fight against her Master. There was no intention on running either, knowing full well she wouldn't get far. When he lunged at her, she cried out in pain from the chains sharp pinching as she moved. Causing her to lose the dagger easily.

"Do you wish for me to hate you? If it is your wish, then you are off to a good start."

She glared at him as fresh tears began to fill her eyes.

"I may not know my exact age, but I know it is reaching 200 years, at the very least. I am one of the Lʼeyneidí Nymphs. My name is Scynthrina. I know who I am, what I am and you never even gave me a chance. Instead, you have been aggressive towards me ever since we met."

Her lip began to tremble slightly, trying very hard to keep from breaking down again. Everything was still so fresh in her mind, she couldn't for the life of her get that mans touch off her skin.

"You allowed that man to steal from me something that is far more valuable than any precious jewel I could ever steal. I have never once in my life been touched in any intimate form. I have never once had a man inside of me in any shape or form. Everything that was suppose to be out of pleasure, was stolen from me tonight. Stolen from you.....Instead of pleasure, it has turned into hate. What you did to me earlier has made me terrified to even try that again. I have lived my life not knowing what it's like to be touched and tonight was my first experience being intimately touched...From a man who ripped it out me painfully....."

Holding up her hands to show the bruises on her wrist from the binding earlier. The burning from the stretch still hurt when she moved just right. Scynthrina didn't take her eyes off of him the whole time she spoke, letting him know her life, letting him know the things he could have found out if he asked her.

"Is this what you wish of me? To hate these things? To hate you? To pass me around to others so they can take pleasure from me, while I hate it? If that is what you wish, you might as well kill me now."

He has given her more pain that she has ever known. Right now she knew she was speaking out of turn, it was all anger rantings, but she needed to get it all out.

"My Master was a cruel man, but nothing he has done matches all the pain I've been through tonight. He was more into emotional abuse, calling me worthless, raising me to believe I am worthless.. He took me as a child, he is all I know, everything he told me, he would say everyday. Forcing me to believe I am a worthless street rat, so that is what I believe. I can not help that, 200 some odd years of hearing that everyday...But he at least kept people away from me and took care of me...."

Her words were starting to crack, her voice was becoming more hoarse, showing signs of how much her throat must be hurting.

"If you needed to know something, all you had to do was ask. I am not a helpless child, I can wash myself, I do not like to be touched by so many different people. I could have told you I was a virgin. You could have found out yourself instead of allowing that man to........."

She cut herself off, closing her eyes as she tried hard to forget everything, but it was a losing battle. That man stolen so much from her and it was killing her.

"All you needed to do was ask, right now I am filled with hate and anger. If that is what you wish, then just kill me now. I am not safe here anymore. He will talk, the guard will talk, the maids will talk. Once my virginity is taken, I will be fair game down here. They all know what makes me weak now, they all watched that man take from me. They watched how he...."

Scynthrina couldn't speak anymore, words were caught in her throat as she brought her knees up to her chest, wrapped her arms around her legs and hid her face.

"I am your slave, I won't resist you. But I also won't be passed around to amuse everyone. I will rid myself of this life before that happens."

She was full on crying at this point, unable to contain herself anymore. Earlier in day when he first took her, sparing her life, accepting her as his, the way he held her in the passage ways... It felt like an escape from her old life, possibly a better life.

Now, she is strongly missing her old ways.

"I thought you would be different......."

It was whispered through the crying, but still clearly heard.
 
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He gathered the dagger from the floor and slipped it back into the scabbard on his right boot. He didn't need to, not at that moment, for she, and the dagger, were no longer a threat. But he needed to do something, to give his hands an excuse not to restrain her, to give his eyes a reason other than to look into hers. From the moment he re-entered the cell he could feel her start to invade his mind and, seemingly to addle it, to affect his decision making. This girl had some power over him he could not yet explain, or seemingly resist. And now she was using those feminine wiles as well. It was not enough that her mere presence confused him so, now she was also wailing and pleading and chastising and sobbing.........did she think she was his wife!!!!

So he busied himself while her emotive monologue continued. He unraveled the shirt from his arm, though he didn't put it back on, he stood and surveyed the cell, saw the untouched food, the unused bedding, the unstopped water. His demeanor, as well as he could muster, exhibited disinterest, but he heard every word. On occasions, he had to suppress surprise, like when she said she was 200 years old.........they were virtually the same age. When she spoke of the Lʼeyneidí Nymphs he had to turn away lest she saw his eyes widen, and when she said her name, he nearly choked on his own breath. He was truly listening now, as she told her tale of her life with the Master, but it became apparent that she didn't know half of her own history, if she did, she wouldn't be begging, she'd be commanding.

He had to think quickly. He obviously couldn't leave her here, and he couldn't let anyone else know too much about her. He would have to get the Eunuch to track down the guard, maids and page who were here tonight and have them all sent to some outpost for the time being. They could not recount their tale within the castle walls. Her old master would be found, and the exact circumstances of her presence here will be determined. He would have to be careful with her though, if she didn't know who she really was, then it would make no sense to tell her yet, but he also couldn't continue to keep her in this cell. He had a strategy, it was risky, and required her obedience, but, if worse came to worse........well, he would worry about that when it did.

"I thought you would be different"

Those words seemed to signal the end of her tirade, so he turned, still shirtless and squatted down before her. Immediately the sense of her became stronger, and it seemed as though whatever it was she exuded, was more so when she was emotional. He could feel his erection growing and he struggled mightily to resist her as he told her of his plans, much as a father tells a child, after punishment of the path to redemption, no apology, no sympathy, just a plan.

"You make quite a lot of noise little thief" and he emphasised those words, rather than using her name, which sent shivers up his spine "but, if you recall, it was YOU who entered her uninvited and STOLE something that was precious to me. It is you that has created a predicament for ME that would easily be solved by me killing YOU, something which I have chosen not to do though you offer no thanks for my mercy"

He presses a finger against her lips, lest she try to protest, and just that simple touch starts fires within him. He takes a deep breath and continues.

"I admit, I could have asked, but, who would expect a thief to tell the truth, and you do tell a lovely tale, but it's veracity has yet to be determined. However, I have developed something of a fondness for you in our few hours together, so this is what I will do for you. There is no alternative for you other than to stay in this cell until the night is done so I suggest you make yourself comfortable and eat some supper. Before I leave, I will remove the device you seem so keen to dislodge. Tomorrow, I will send clothing for you, it won't be fancy, the clothing of a whore I'm afraid. You will be appointed to my staff, in the position of bed warmer." he smiled "and you'd better be good, because I will have to dismiss two of the best to make room for you"

He sees a sudden flash in her eyes and laughs "Just my sense of humour girl, you will have your own quarters, a small anteroom off my chambers. You will, unfortunately, still be a prisoner, and will be restricted to my chambers, and, in any event, I suggest it would not be safe for you to venture out. Others may not be so welcoming of a thief in our midst"

He looks thoughtful for a moment and then stands. "These are temporary arrangements, until we can decide exactly who you are, and work out how to get my collar back, but they are better than you deserve" he fishes in his pocket for the key to the belt, and holds it where she can see it, then holds out his other hand to her "do we have an agreement?"
 
She honestly surprised herself with how she just ranted off, that was the first time she's really truly been that worked up in a very long time. It was too much of a change for her all at once, sadly her emotions got the best of her. But she did listen to him without much more to say, it was clear he knew more about her than she did. Then again, her master never spoke of her race, kept all the stories hidden from her, all she knew is what she was.

"I have no reason to lie..Yes, I stole from you, though it was not my intention. But it was you that accepted my life in return. It should have been you that stole those things from me, not...him.."

It was spoken softly and without looking up, the thought of that man made her cringe. His words were lingering in her thoughts heavily, she had already accepted the fact that everything tonight had to offer was her fault, though she did apologize for it earlier, he was right, she did offer no thanks to him. Yet, she has told him a few times she would obey him.

"You make quite a lot of noise little thief" this kept repeating in the thoughts as well, even put a hint of a smile across her lips, thinking that she is normally quiet as a mouse majority of the time. She didn't expect him to use her name, no one ever used her name. Only real reason she knew her own name is because she made a ritual to say it at least once a day, not wanting to forget it. Never knowing when she would be free from the master that took her, if it wasn't for the spell on this collar, he wouldn't have given her up so easily. Like the king though, she left him with no choice but to release her.

Then of course a fondness for you didn't go unnoticed to her either, that alone surprised her more than anything. That being the last thing she ever expected to hear. Those words actually stunned her for a moment, making her look up towards him to try and catch the emotion behind those words. Though, his expression was fairly straight forward, it was clear that he was struggling with things in his own thoughts.

Scynthrina watched as he pulled the key from his pocket, followed by his hand being held out. Oddly enough this isn't what she really expected from him, normally anger tends to follow an outburst like what she performed, then of course punishment. Let alone the damage she did to the belt would have most masters outraged. It did take her a moment before responding, almost wondering if it was a trick of some sort, after everything else tonight, it wouldn't surprise her.

After realizing she truly didn't have much of a choice, whether it was a trick or not, her hand slowly reached out to his outstretched one.

"I agree... I promise I won't speak out of turn again, or go wondering off. I apologize for my outburst, also apologize for not appreciating or thanking you for sparing my life. I do appreciate the mercy of letting me live, Master."

When he helped her up, she instantly lowered her gaze to the ground and fell silent once more. Despite everything that had just happened, there was no escaping the old habits the former master drilled into her.
 
As she stood, he was again taken by her beauty, her bearing, those deliciously pert breasts. He kneeled down and grasped her gently by the hips and she got the hint and turned so that her back was to him. This close, her scent was almost overwhelming and his cock was straining to be free. 'someone is going to benefit from this tonight' he thought, but not her, not yet, he must control himself. He inserted the key into the belt and twisted, and the chain fell away from her, glistening with her arousal. He withdrew the pin and the now tattered belt came open and fell to the floor. Without him bidding so, she turned back and his eyes befell again on that marvelous vagina, so sculptured, so perfect...........hard to believe she remained a virgin for 200 years, and harder to believe that it was his for the taking, when the time was right.

He sat there, on his haunches, mesmerized, his hands on her hips. He could control it no longer. He gently pulled her towards him, leaning his head forward as he did, and like the maid before him, he kissed her pubic mound, then pushed his tongue inside her. He heard her gasp, and felt her shift her feet a little, spreading them, allowing him access. He increased his efforts, lapping at her with his tongue, sucking at her labia and hood, pushing his tongue against her clitoris. His fingers eased around her buttocks and traced along her crack, gently touching what had been most recently invaded. He continued thus for a minute or so and then, to his surprise, her body jerked, her hips drove forward, pushing herself onto him, and she gushed, filling his mouth with the sweetest of nectars.

He pulled away from her and stood, and she staggered back a little and sat upon the bed, eyes downcast, silent. He smiled, reached down and brushed the hair from her forehead. "Sleep well little thief, tomorrow will be a better day" and then he was gone, the door locked, and she was alone.

When he reached his chambers, the bed warmers had returned to sleep in each other's arms. He quickly disrobed and pulled the blankets off. The nearest girl was a pale skinned brunette with a generously proportioned butt, and he grabbed her hips and turned her face down, then pulled her towards the edge of the bed until her legs were hanging over. He pressed his hands against those well rounded orbs and parted them. Her anal bud winked at him as he pushed his royal sword of meat into her puss, and she yelped at the force of it. The other whore stirred, looking up at him from the far side of the bed. "ready yourself whore" he said, between thrusts "you're turn will come soon"
 
Scynthrina was relieved when the chain was removed, still, through all the stress and pain, her body still found a way to be aroused by it. Something she couldn't understand, let alone explain, pain was pain. How can it make her respond this way? Her gaze was still lowered to the floor, soon found herself watching him and before she knew it, his mouth was feeding off of her. It was something she couldn't deny him, nor did she want to, it was far better than the maids mouth, more experienced and the feeling was more than she can bare.

Out of 200 years her pussy has never felt this kind of pleasure, never been tormented like it has been tonight, let alone allowed to have so many orgasms. She was sensitive from the chain so it didn't take her long at all to climax, crying out the pleasure she gained from it. He moved away leaving her breathless.

He left her alone once more, she had to wonder how long she'll be alone this time. She took a blanket and the basket of food, this time instead of the corner, she curled up underneath the bed. Another place her former had forced to sleep many times, however, under the bed she always felt safest. Although, with him, she was caged under his bed, there was no cage with this bed so anyone can still grab her. But it still gave a sense of protection to some level.

Scynthrina did manage to eat and drink what was in the basket, couldn't eat everything, but ate most of it to her own surprise. Pushed the basket out from the under bed to give herself a bit more room. As she slowly drifted off to sleep again, thoughts of the former master slipped into her dreams. It wasn't an easy life he gave her, and there were times when did bind her hands to keep her from touching herself. Being bound and naked was not anything new to her, she was used to it to some degree.

He had to make sure she wouldn't pleasure herself, but had to keep her aroused for his own gain. This, she never really knew about, she doesn't know why people act the way they do around her. Although, he knew. He knew what she was, knew how to use her without breaking her. When she was under the bed, her hands would be bound to the bars, meanwhile on top he took pleasure out on the females, or they took pleasure from each other. Most didn't know she was there, he kept the cage covered to keep her hidden. The females however, would keep going all night, no matter how exhausted they became, they constantly needed more. And this always amused him, she never understood what was happening though. Just assumed it was a way of tormenting her.

200 years he did this, 200 years of never knowing why. When she was a child, her curiosity always got the best of her, which it did at times throughout the years.... like tonight. Like this time, she found something that was great value to him, a medallion with a dragon on it. Naturally she didn't know what it was, he never told her. Though, he ripped her away from everything she knew and bound her to him through some sort of spell that kept her prisoner.

After a while of thinking of the former master, Scynthrina fell asleep and this time it was a deep sleep for a good few hours.
 
She was awoken by the unlocking of the cell door and the clunking of a metal bucket being slammed down on the floor. From her vantage point, under the bed, she could see two pairs of feet, one clad in the rough leather boots of a guard, the other the softer goatskin moccasins of a maid. The guard muttered "where the fuck is she now, then an unshaven and decidedly unlovely bleary eyed head peered under the bed. He grunted and stood up again and went about taking her ablution bucket out and replacing it with a fresh one. The maid placed a large ceramic bowl on the bedside table and poured warm water into it from a pitcher. They left a towel on the bed, along with a plate of fruit and a bottle of water, then locked the door and left, having not touched her, or spoken to her.

In the King's chambers, voices were raised. The Eunuch and Lorec had joined the king for breakfast of fruit and pastries, served by the still naked bed warmers, smelling of cum and sweat, and one of them wasn't walking too well. The raised voices were those of the King and the Eunuch, while Lorec looked on and grabbed whatever maiden flesh was within reach. The Eunuch wanted her gone, she was dangerous, he argued, a distraction. What he didn't say, what he feared most, was that the King may yet make her an ally, and she would have little to say in support of him, it was clear she already hated him.

Lorec picked up a date and chewed the flesh off of the pip. One of the maids had the misfortune to be standing nearby, and suddenly found a date pip being pushed into her ass. She turned and glared, then somehow managed to summon a smile. "thank you Lord Lorec" and he laughed and slapped her bum. "my Lord" he said, trying to get the King's attention" Our nutless friend here makes some salient points" The Eunuch was torn between a glare for the insult, or a nod for the support. "you have plenty of whores" he continued "why risk a blade to the heart in the middle of the night for a simple piece of peasant ass"

"Because it's what I command" he responded, voice raised. "Now, it is done, you two will see to it, and if you don't mind, I have affairs of the court to attend" He turned away from them and it was clear that they were dismissed.

As they left the chambers, it was decided that Lorec would fetch her, and half an hour later, he approached the cell, accompanied by an ever present guard, and a maid with a bundle of clothes. Lorec could not truly remember how old he was, but he suspected he was older than the King, and was trotting at the heels of the former Kings horse when they entered the castle so so long ago.

Like the King, he could switch between human and wolf, but had rarely done so, and hadn't for these three years past. It had been a handy artifice when trouble was about the castle, nobody suspected a dog of being a spy when secret plans were discussed, but since the King had gained a rulership of iron over the Parish, there were no plotters, no rebels to worry about.

At only 5'8" he was relatively short for a changeling, but that too suited him, as his adversaries often underestimated him. Dark haired, with black eyes that made men fear him and women turn away, even the whores. He had a reputation as a prolific and cruel lover with a penchant for fat bottomed girls, some of whom left the castle as gibbering wrecks after a few weeks serving him.

They reached the cell and he peered through the bars. So that was she, the cause of the Eunuch's angst and the Kings odd behaviour. She sat on the bed eating some fruit, back hunched and legs tightly together, He sensed that she knew he was there, but she gave no acknowledgment. He started to understand what all the fuss was about. From his perspective, she was entirely too thin to be pretty, but there was something about her, and the longer he looked, the more convinced he was that the King was right. He stepped back and allowed the maid to enter with the clothing.
 
Scynthrina watched the feet roam around in the room, jumped back a little when a face peeked under the bed, staring at her. It was written all over his face that he was not happy by any means, yet, he didn't try to grab for her, or coax her out.... nothing. Within a few moments, both feet left the room and the door was once again locked. Once more, leaving her alone, for some reason she was finding it very difficult to be alone like this. It provided her time to think about things, things she'd rather not think about.

Things like that man and his claws roaming all over skin, while bound like she was, she didn't like how tight it was, ripping her arms off. Strangely enough, she fell into the helpless feel of it, just like when the former Master would cage her and bind her. It was a feeling she seriously couldn't deny. The thought sickened her mind, yet, her body could still feel them and it still reacted to the mere thought of it. Then of course, there was the belt and that chain. The guard had put it on a bit too tightly and it pinched far more than it probably should have, though, it still made her soaking wet. Another feeling her body could easily feel, even now, just like that Mans claws.

Scynthrina shivered slightly at the thoughts as they roamed freely in the time she spent alone. It was difficult to say just how she was alone, but it was long enough to feel her own body betray her to these thoughts. She tried to feel around for the fruit bowl, only to realize she couldn't reach it. However, she did find the towel making her wonder why, this made her emerge from under the bed slowly. Looked around and saw the bathing water, among other things they had left.

After a moment, she shook her head and took the towel and washed herself. It was actually a slow washing though, for once she was actually able to touch herself in ways that were never allowed before. The former Master would watch her bath, making sure she didn't let herself linger to long in certain areas. And he always timed her as well, not giving her time or chance to think about it for to long. For being around 200 years old, one should know their own body, but she didn't know it at all, it seemed like a foreign object that was being felt for the first time. The former Master had kept so much locked away from her, using visual and hearing as her only real form of stimulation. Her own body taken away from her.

Now that has all changed.

Shortly after she washed up, she eventually sat on the bed, which still made her uncomfortable, and began to eat some fruit. Once again, there was noise outside her door and she tensed up wondering who it was this time. There were eyes on her, they burned right through her, almost felt like the eyes of The Eunuch, yet they didn't give the same feel. Soon enough a little maid girl came in with some dress.. It was simple, though the maid did have to show her how to put it on. And then she waited for a moment, wondering if it was safe to actually the cell, noticing, yet again, a different man standing outside.
 
In the King's chambers, the Eunuch supervised the conversion of the anterooms into the thief's new quarters. Originally, the rooms were intended to accommodate the queen of whatever King was on the throne. It was rare that Kings married queens for love, usually for politics, and so it was rare that a King and queen shared a bed, unless it was to procreate a heir. So the queen would reside in the anterooms, while the king bedded whores. But this King had no queen, so the rooms had lain idle, and fallen into some disrepair.

Now they were a hive of activity. Floors were being scrubbed, tapestries beaten, bedding being installed on the enormous four poster bed, the posts of which the Eunuch eyed with a thin smile on his lips. Other things in the room caught his eye as well. The iron hooks in the wall, ostensibly for tying curtains back, the bars on the windows, designed to keep marauders out, but they would serve just as well to keep her in, the heavy furniture with carved and sturdy legs. Yes, a man could have some fun in here. A burly man asked him to step aside for a moment and pointed to another man at the wall, untethering a rope from an iron ring. He stepped away and the man eased the rope through his fingers, and a huge iron ring descended from the roof. The first man then pulled the dozen or so candle stubs from the ring and replaced them with new candles, but the Eunuch's imagination ran wild with the potential of the ring, and the rope, and, oh my goodness....

There were two rooms in the suite, well, three if you counted the garderobe, the sleeping room, in which he stood and a sitting room. The latter was accessed via a heavy door, was windowless, and one suspected, soundproof, and probably designed that way so that the queen could insulate herself from the squeals and moans of the whores. The Eunuch stepped into the room, which was being furnished with a table and chairs for dining, a sofa for reclining and a washstand, complete with bowl and pitcher. He summoned a tradesman and instructed him to attach a few iron rings to the walls, at various points. When she had to be hidden, she would be hidden in here. He wandered over to the wall, reached out with his right hand and pressed his fingers against the cool stone, then he dragged his nails down the wall and noted how they left a mark. He grinned, this could be fun after all.
 
Scynthrina followed Lorec once he indicated it was safe for her to come out. There were very little words spoken, in fact, there was only one word spoken and it was when Lorec said "Follow". It was an agonizing walk of silence, leaving her thoughts to wander off as she kept her head lowered. Over the years she had learned to follow the feet of her Master, so that made it easy to keep her gaze down towards the floor.

They walked along the long passage from the cell and into the main part of the castle, even though she never once looked up, she could feel the familiar burn of all the eyes looking at her. All the feet that went passed, told her just how many people were in the castle and right now, she was the center of attention. No one spoke though, they whispered as they came up, then silenced when going passed them. These people were more of royalty, rather than the common street Folk, so they didn't know who she was thankfully. Considering she's never been in the castle before, made her being recognized a little less unlikely. Also, she kept her head lowered, her long hair hiding her face kept her identity hidden from them.

Once they got to the room, she saw all the feet of the servants running around in the room, rushing to get a few last minute things done. Scynthrina didn't need to look up to see was there, that familiar burn of his eyes crept up her spine, glancing around at the feet and legs, she saw his standing off to the side. It was then she closed her eyes for a moment, trying to make him go away by willing it, sadly she felt those claws trail down her spine instead.

Naturally her body reacted to the memory of it all, no matter how hard she tried to make it go away, the drool of wetness smeared between her thighs. Scynthrina stood perfectly still though, showing no signs of being aroused, keeping her gaze down to the floor with her face hidden within her hair.
 
The Eunuch didn't have to turn around to know that she had arrived. He could sense her, and, more importantly, he could see that the others in the room could sense her also. The general hubbub of work quieted for a moment as tradesman paused their labors to look up at her, a maids stopped fluffing and dusting long enough to spy who it might be that would occupy these rooms. The Eunuch clapped his hands and commanded they return to their tasks, and they all hurriedly did so. Finally he turned, she stood beside Lorec, her head bowed, hair hanging across her face. He took a single step towards her, reached out with his right hand and placed one of his nails under her chin, pressing upwards, so that she had to raise her head, until their eyes met.

"We meet again honored guest..." he didn't want to use her name in front of the peasants, and it would raise more questions if he called her little thief, so, for now, she would be a guest. "I'm so sorry about last night" he said, his tone suggesting he was anything but sorry "but I was only carrying out the king's bidding" and he smiled at her, the smile of a snake approaching a helpless prey. He looked up just as the blacksmith, carrying a leather bag of tools, left the inner room. He raised an eyebrow at the man and he nodded. He laid his nails on her shoulder, feeling her flinch, though she didn't pull away. "Come my dear, let me show you the sanctuary, you too dear Lorec, come this way"

She followed him, as she knows she must, and the little procession of the three of them entered the windowless, soundproof sitting room. Lorec closed the door behind them and the only light was from a dozen candles burning in brackets on the walls. "This room, my dear, is your sanctuary, it's where you will spend your time when the King needs to keep you away from the riffraff of the court" he smiled again, surely he was part of that riffraff. "it's also where you and I are going to get to know each other very well, and Lorec, of course.........isn't that right Lorec"

Lorec walked into her line of sight, smiled "oh, I hope to get to know her very well indeed my Lord" and he stepped closer, slipping his hand inside the dress and pinching her nipple. "The Eunuch has told me so much about you already, and I have seen the reaction you cause to those around you. I am very keen to find out a lot more about how you do that"

The Eunuch laughs "Well, dear Lorec" he says, his nails sliding down her arm, then across her shoulders" "I have an idea in that regard, a friend of mine, an alchemist, seems to think it is her nectar that confuses men and maids alike, and he implored me to harvest a sample for him to examine. If you join me here after lunch, while the King hunts in the swamp, we shall do just that" He smiles at her wickedly, as his nails scrape down her spine.
 
Deep down she knew she wasn't safe from this man, no matter where the King put her, and this moment only proved she was right. Also, she knew that he wasn't sorry in the least, especially now she was alone with him and this other man. In her mind she was screaming for him to stop, protesting to the touch on the nipple, however the screaming had stopped when his traced more of her flesh. Instantly falling into the daze of lust when those claws teased up and down her spine.

"I.... I don't know what you are talking about Sir, I don't do anything special...Sir...I'm just a worthless street rat, I don't do things like this...."

The words barely escaped her lips and between little pants of breath, already her feet were shifting as she squirmed in place. This time, it was a struggle to not drift off into another world, for reasons unknown, she wanted to remain here and explore these sensations silently in her thoughts.

"Why are you doing this to me? I'm just a worthless street rat, I'm worthless.....I'm not pretty enough....No one wants me..."

It was so obvious to see that she truly felt that way, they were not just ramblings to get them to stop, though her body told a different story. It was arching towards the fingers on her nipple, while moving just right to follow the trail of claws down the spine. Even her legs started to tremble as she fell deeper into the daze. All that daze did was create flash backs of her Master, his face suddenly took place and her eyes closed, lowering her head again, trying to hide it from them.

"a nobody......a worthless rat......worthless.....pitiful....not pretty....disgusting.... a waste..."

They were whispered words, almost chant like and it appeared that she didn't realize she was saying them out loud, in her thoughts it was the former Master speaking to her, his voice rang deep as he pointed out every flaw in her. Words that kept repeating through a whispered voice. Words that would cut into most anyone, yet for her, these were words she's heard since childhood, words that defined who she was, how she saw herself.

"Too skinny... tiny tits... too pale... too tall... ugly ears.... a pitiful creature... a wasted thing.... not a woman....pussy hair isn't normal.....no one will ever want you..."

Even though her body was moving to their will, to their hands, wetness drooling down her thighs, their touch seemed to have triggered the wrong reaction in the state of mind. A reaction that will take time to break from, if they chose to break it, a reaction that they did not expect from someone like her.
 
Whilst The Eunuch knew how she would react, it was all a new experience for Lorec. In a moment, the room itself seemed to become charged with sexual energy. He pushed the loose bodice of the dress aside and leant down, sucking her nipple between his lips. He heard her gasp, sensed her hands start to move towards his head, but then she held herself and dropped them again, beside her hips. He felt the nipple grow as his tongue swirled around it and he laid a hand on her hips and then he clamped his teeth upon the dusky pink bud and squeezed. He felt her tense and he rolled his eyes up to try and see the reaction in hers, but he was disappointed, she simply stared straight ahead.

He lifted his head away from her and smiled. The Eunuch continued to claw gently at her back as Lorec reached out and slipped the braided straps of the simple dress from her shoulders. The dress slipped to the floor, forming a puddle around her feet and, though she found herself naked again in front of these threatening men, she did not react, did not move. Lorec stood back and admired what he saw, he could not reconcile her self abasement with what he saw in front of him. Did she truly not have any awareness of her beauty, any awareness of the effect she had on men and women who came into contact with her.

He was sure of one thing, in his breeches, his cock swelled, he did not believe that it had ever been harder, or ever more ready for action. Clearly, she was off limits to him, but curiously, it wasn't her that he desired, it was........well...it was anyone at all that could relieve him of the tension building in his loins, even the Eunuch might not be safe if there were no one else around. He strode to the door and pulled it open a little. "You..........yes, you maid, come here, there is a task to perform" The girl enters, although girl might be generous, matron might be more accurate, a woman who would know her fortieth year, the peasant skirts concealing a sagging bosom and meaty hips that have carried four children. He guides her across the room and stands her in front of Scrynthina.

"Tell me wench, what do you think of our guest"

"Why M'Lord, she is the most beautiful creature I have ever seen" and the words are true, as is the blush of her cheeks and the slight breathlessness as she utters them. She continues to stare at Scrynthina, her eyes running up and down her body, and she licks her lips a little and her body shudders, just a little. She says nothing as Lorec slips her maid's bonnet from her head and her long tangle of black curls cascade down. When he lifts her skirts she does react, but only to spread her feet apart to more easily accommodate him. It is a little unexpected though when he spits on his fingers and smears his saliva over her ass, but it's not the first cock she has had up there, and she merely grunts a little as he drives deep into her rectum.

She bends forward a bit, straining her neck so that she can continue to look at the vision before her. The Eunuch is running his claws up and down her back, mostly down, and the beautiful one stands still, fists clenched at her sides, but little shudders that ripple through her body betray her arousal, as does the now almost overwhelming scent of her pervading the room. The maid feels her own orgasm building, and delves amongst her skirts to hurry things along. She knows that she should not make demands of her betters, but she begs Lord Lorec to "fill my bum " He obliges, with much grunting and thrusting. As soon as he is done, she drops to her knees and turns and takes him in her mouth, hoping that he might have further need of her.
 
It was happening all over again, only this time it was under a different situation. Naturally she didn't believe the maid at all, her compliment fell on def ears. Scynthrina forced herself to hold still during the stimulation they were forcing on her, admittedly to herself, she really did enjoy the claws tracing over back.

"Why must I always be stimulated in whatever fashion while everyone around me benefits from it? My Master did this exact same thing. Only difference is, he didn't touch me. He made me watch, just like this...."

There was slight irritation in her tone, it was clear there was lust in it as well, but she was tired of being used so others can have pleasure. She was becoming bored with the idea of reliving a life she just left, her hands balled up into fists trying to build up some kind focus other than what was happening in front of her. It was a scene she has seen over a million times, every day of her life and she was bound to break eventually. These men she didn't know, and from what she can tell, they using her just like her Master did.

"Please leave me alone... I don't want to watch anymore....I'm tired of watching everyone...."

She closed her eyes tightly and tried hard to block out the sounds, though when they didn't leave or at least show indication of leaving, instead the maid got into another position. And pleaded for more with her hungry mouth. With this, Scynthrina finally broke the nerve hanging on a string, and with that nerve, she growled at them.

"200 Years I have been watching.....I AM SICK OF WATCHING...."

It was just too much for her anymore, all these sudden changes in her life, this new kind of stimulation, which she hated to admit, she enjoyed it. However, the sex that was happening in front of her is what broke her, nothing but images of her Master in place of Lorec.

She's gotten the taste of having orgasms, to feel that pleasure she's been watching, and for as much as she hated to admit it, she did enjoy each of them. Now, once again she was being stimulated and denied while being forced to watch others and she couldn't understand why.

Turned to look at The Eunuch, he could see pure lust in her eyes, at the same there was confusion, unanswered questions flowing from her eyes.

"I am not beautiful, I am not pretty... I am worthless...Nothing more than a street rat.... Why does everyone do this to me?"

She was looking him straight in the eyes as she spoke, letting him know that she truly believes these belittling words towards herself. It was then she pushed his hand away and turned to walk away, not wanting to watch anymore. At the same time, she was denying herself because she didn't want to beg him for more, even though her questions most likely betrayed her wants and desires. And he clearly saw that desire in her eyes with no question.
 
He follows her across the room, listening to her, although he is a little surprised by her words. Certainly he suspected what she was thinking, he's just a little surprised that she put it into words. She reaches the wall at the far side of the room and stops, seemingly staring at the hard cold stone only inches from her face. He's behind her, she knows that, she can feel his presence, feel the warmth of his breath on the back of his neck. Suddenly, his fingers are in her hair, tugging and pulling, his nails scratching the nape of her neck, her head pulled back forcefully, arching her back and bringing her face into his sight. He tugs and she must follow, her body turning to face him as he then forces her back against the wall, her head bumps into the stone and she can feel the roughness of it against her shoulder blades.

He releases her hair and grabs both wrists, pulling them above her head and then holding them against the stone with his left hand. His body is alongside hers now, she is pinned against the wall, his hot breath in her face. Over his shoulder she can see the maid continuing to suck Lorec, while divesting herself of her skirts. Lorec has eyes only for the scene at the wall.

He runs his nails down her breastbone, circling her nipples, which, in her mind, are screaming for attention. "Oh I know what you need little thief, and under other circumstances, I would be pleased to give it to you, not personally mind you, but I could arrange for a dozen dungeon guards to give you what you want until you could no longer walk. They would fuck you in every way, in every place and fill your body with their seed. Of course, you would be restrained, tied in every way imaginable, on the cross, in the stocks, against a whipping pole.....hmmm" he pauses as he sees a flash in her eyes when he mentions whipping, and laughs a low throaty laugh "because that's what girls like you want, you want someone to take control, to take responsibility for your own desires. It's fine for you to parade your virginity amongst your peers, taking that holier than thou stance whenever a whore passes by, but what you really want is to be fucked hard, fucked in every hole by fat cocks...........and not feel guilty about it, to have someone like me to blame for it"

As he speaks, the maid, whilst seemingly concentrating on Lorec's cock, is listening. All that he says seems to increase her desire, his mention of a dozen guards, of being tied, of being whipped, heightens her arousal. She sucks as much of his cock into her mouth as she can, she rubs his balls and seeks his anus with her fingers, while with the other hand she grabs at her cunt, driving the fingers inside and rubbing her clitoris. She starts to think about where she might find a dozen guards.

He continues. "Even now, little thief, you are enjoying the freedom of me pinning you against the wall, enjoying the helplessness of it all as I help you on your journey " and he smiles "but, in case you haven't noticed, I am barely holding you at all, though your arms remain stretched above". He laughs again, and she knows it's true, she could easily escape his grip, but something compels her not to. " but unfortunately, little thief, you have somehow cast some sort of spell over our king, and he seems to have an infatuation for you, and is desirous of taking what you treasure so for himself" as he slides his nails down her belly, and along her already puffy labia "so, as much as I'd like to watch while some brutish men tear your little body asunder, I am sworn to protect you, and not only that, but sworn to keep you intact"

He releases her and turns away and walks part way across to Lorec, the maid sees him coming and pulls away from his cock, sprawling naked on the floor, looking up at the imposing Eunuch. He grins at Lorec and then turns back to her, still pressed against the wall, arms still above her head "I never swore to protect your ass though"
 
"I don't want to be fucked like a rag doll..... I just....."

Her words fell silent for a moment, feeling herself pressed against the wall, even as he left, she could still feel him all over. He had managed to put her into complete submission again and even she couldn't figure out how. The dominate power he has over her was more intense than the former Master had. He was right, she did crave it, craved to have dominance over her. Of course, it is also all she knows too, she wouldn't know how to be free, she was raised a slave. He made it sound like she was just any typical woman. He only knew half of what she needed, what she wanted. And a dozen men was something she could easily live without.

Although right in this moment as he walked away, she almost begged for more, begged to make her cum, for real attention. Instead, she shook her head and resisted that urge to beg.

"I just want....."

Scynthrina held her tongue and slid down the wall to sit on the floor, which ironically aroused her more, bringing out the feel of his claws once more. Slaves don't have wants or needs, let alone someone like her. She has spent the last 200 years locking away her wants and needs, and it seems as if it is time to keep them locked. She closed her eyes to keep from seeing the scene in front of her. He knew full well she can have pleasure without having a bunch of men take her like he spoke of. To give bring her to climax without breaking her. He proved that last night when he made her gush all over his hand. However, the other things he mentioned just about made her climax just hearing it, her thighs were covered in her juices, giving away how aroused she was. To this moment she can still feel him pinning her against the wall, gripping her hair, things she'll never admit too.

"It doesn't matter what I want.... Street rats don't have wants or desires... In so many words, you just proved how worthless I am. Worthless enough to be tossed around like a rag doll. Too worthless to be with the King... Either way, it still ends with me being a worthless street rat. Not even worthy enough to feel real...."

Words got cut off once more, biting her tongue now. There was war going on in her thoughts, just one day, that's all it took to throw her world into a spinning whirlwind. Still, she hasn't gotten any answers as to why people do this to her. Then there's the whole deal of being accused of putting a spell on the king, she had no idea what that was all about. To make things worse, he played her again, made her weak to his touch, if nothing else it was him that was casting spells. Not her. Hell, she doesn't even know any spells, let alone use them on the King. Of course now there was this need for pleasure that has built up, a need that will have to wait till she is alone.

Scynthrina was done talking though, already said too much, done fighting with this man, it was clear that he isn't going to leave her alone and somehow, she is utterly helpless against him. All she wanted to do now was escape from here, escape from this castle, from these lands... just simply escape. Now that she thinks about it, perhaps that's just what she'll do, like she did in the cell, escape to another part of her mind when he is around.

With that in mind, she stood back up and got back into the position he had left her in, as if she was in auto drive now. Retreating herself in another part of her mind, like she has always done with her Master. If they did take her ass, the King would know, considering it would show signs of being used, so she had that going for her. Retreating quickly into her old ways, with her head bowed, listening, just like when she first entered the room.
 
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The Eunuch had been a little rash in threatening to take her ass, or more accurately, getting someone else to take her ass, and it had been said more to elicit a reaction from her than to be a real threat, but the more he thought about it, the more the proposition of watching it happen to her enticed him. Lorec was the ideal candidate, a renowned bum bandit, and not so big that he would cause her permanent damage, not like the brutish guards, who seemed to have been interbred with horses. He looked down at the already ravaged wench on the floor, she could yet be of use, so keen to use her tongue, she could use it to prepare the girl for the invasion of her back passage. It seemed that Lorec was ready to oblige, though the Eunuch suspected that Lorec was always ready to oblige.

Just as he was putting his little scheme together, there came a knock on the door, and he bid whoever it was to enter. It was a page, actually, it was the same page from the previous evening, and the boy couldn't believe his luck that the goddess was naked in front of him yet again. Even better, she was standing in a position of such submission that his mind whirled. He had relieved himself last night, first on his own, and then with the assistance of his older dim witted sister, and he suddenly had a thought that his sister might very well assume that position if he was persuasive enough. He bought his mind back to the present "Begging m'lord's pardon m'lord. The king advises he will inspect the quarters this noon" Lorec and the Eunuch exchanged glances. Having been in the soundproof room, they had missed the watch's hourly calls. "and" said Lorec to the page "do you know what time it is now?" Yes m'lord" replied the page, "as I ascended the stairs to the tower, the watch called noon"

"Fuck" said Lorec quietly. He kicked the maid "get out of here whore, and make sure all the others are gone as well" She scrabbled for her clothes and shot him a withering look as she ran from the room, telling the few remaining trades to pack up and go. Lorec tucked himself away and picked up the dress. He tossed it to Scrynthina and told her to put it on, and as she stepped into it, they heard the King enter the outside sleeping quarters.

The two men grasped her arms and led her out to the bedroom, which the King was gazing about, accompanied by two maids. He was pleased with the improvements, and was certain that any young lady, specially a gutter rat thief, would find the quarters comfortable and acceptable. How little he realised that a prison is a prison, no matter how well decorated it be. He looked around when they entered, and he smiled at Scrynthina, an action that wasn't lost on the two men. "see, little thief, I keep my promises, I think you shall be happy here, for a little while, and then we will see what happens from there,' He wanders about the room, pressing on the mattress, feeling the softness of a pillow then turns again."good, good, well, must go, Lorec, Eunuch, walk with me back to the hall" then he turned to the maids "make sure she is comfortable and rested, and help her prepare for this evening, i will take my supper in my quarters, and she shall be my company"
 
Scynthrina kept silent, waiting for them to do whatever it was he was planning, and she knew he had something up his sleeve. There was no need to look, the vibe and the silence was all that was needed. She didn't pay attention to the words, only thing that really registered was the dress being thrown at her feet. It was a process to retreat, and since she was retreating deeper with each passing second, it took her a moment to bring herself back. There was a sudden rush around her and that's when she really began to watch the two men. They were clearly close to the King, however, they were obviously not wanting to be caught with her in this state, Scynthrina found this very interesting. Being a street rat doesn't make her dim witted or naive, she's been around far to long for that, she watches and learns quicker than most would think. There has been far too many things she has seen, this being one of them. Men doing things they are not suppose to be doing.

As she got dressed again, she was focusing on them and how they were reacting to the situation. Once she fully realized that they were not suppose to be touching her, let alone follow through any threats he made, she grinned to herself. Keeping her head lowered, face hidden, wondering just how far this man will go before the King ... Her real Master.. finds out. Knowing that in reality he can only do so much to her brought on some relief. He wouldn't be allowed to follow through those threats without the King finding out. A dozen men using her in such a way and being bound would leave far to many signs, and the blame would go to The Eunuch considering he is there to protect her.

Best part about being silent and watching people is one really does learn quite a bit, learning far more than words will ever say. The King may not believe her words right now, there would be no point in saying anything. She'll let this mans action speak for him, allow him to get himself in trouble if he acts on those threats. As the King once said, who would expect a thief to tell the truth, so for now, any abuse that comes to her, will be seen and questioned, it's just a waiting game. Scynthrina had all the time in the world, she may not like what that man may do, but she has no choice either, not now anyway.

Once they were in her room, listening to the King without looking up, his voice alone made her smile and for once, she wanted to run to him. To feel that protection she felt earlier from him, though she restrained herself and stood still. The three of them had left, and she watched the feet of the maids as they prepped things for her, every so often she could feel them staring at her. After a few minutes though, realizing the men were not coming back, in fact the more she listened, it sounded like they had left the hallway. Scynthrina waited another few moments just to make sure, when there was no sign of them. It took a moment for her gather up the nerve, but she finally spoke to the maids.

"Leave me."

Without knowing if they would actually leave or not, it was worth a try. One did protest, but when Scynthrina finally looked up with a glare, the maids left, with obvious hesitation. It was then she looked up fully, looking around and listening, waiting for anyone to come back. Finally realizing that she was truly alone, for how long she had no idea, at least the men were gone and that's all that mattered to her. First thing she did was cover the mirror with a sheet, soon after made a little sanctuary under the bed, being the only place where she felt safe. The bedding on top gave away where she was though, as it was moved to hide the underneath.

Once she was finished with the personal space, she waited some more, trying to relax under the bed. Soon her fingers began to roam over her body, caressing her throat, exploring each of her nipples and felt how hard they got when touched. After closing her eyes, letting herself to just feel what her hands were doing. Within moments, her other hand slipped between her legs to feel the wet folds, caressing ever so slightly the throbbing clit that was begging for attention. It didn't take much for those fingers to move without resistance, having a goal of their own.
 
And so they left her to her sanctuary, for hours. She slept, she awoke, sad and lonely as the events of the past two days came back to her, then she slept again, fitfully, restlessly, and as the twilight gathered outside she finally slipped into deep and dreamless sleep.

The maids who were sent to prepare her for supper giggled when they saw what she had done with the room. "M'lady?" queried one, though the title was one she used out of habit, not one that anyone had suggested should belong to this particular guest. "M'lady" she repeated "Please come and join us, we have water to bathe you and a gown to dress you in, it seems you are to dine with the King, in chambers, and we have been charged with preparing you" There is no movement, and the two maids look at each other. They retreat to a corner of the room and she overhears snippets of their conversation "drag her out.....might hurt her.........King angry.........angrier if she isn't ready"

Finally, one gets on her knees and sticks her head under the bedding. "Please miss, if you don't allow us to do what the King bids, he will have us flogged in the dungeons" This is not true, he would probably have them fucked in the dungeons, but she is not to know this, and the maid is getting desperate. "won't you please come out, we'll be ever so gentle and we promise to treat you nicely" This appeal to her gentler nature apparently works, as she crawls reluctantly to the edge of the bed. The maid takes her hand gently and smiles at her, tugging her towards the world outside of haven she has constructed.

It takes time, but finally she is out and standing. The two maids get to work. They ease the ties of the dress from her shoulders and for the second time that day, she is naked. The pour warm water into a basin and add scented oils and chrystals that fizz and bubble and let off the smells of the forest. They dip sea sponges in the water and sponge her body, every inch of her body, every limb. every nook, every cranny, and she feels the now familiar arousal building at their touch. They continually make soothing conversation, telling her how beautiful she is, how much of an honour it is for her to dine with the King, how jealous they are that she will spend the night in his bed.

They take soft cloths and start to dry her, and as they wipe her skin, they kiss it, a maid at her front, a maid at her back, kissing their way from her neck downwards. Her arousal builds, before too long they will reach a point where it just may build to the point of overflowing, but she has no desire to resist.
 
Scynthrina had no desire to resist anymore, in reality, she doesn't even know why she's been resisting in the first place. The former Master had her trained, had her stripped of emotions that would cause resistance. However, she is still a person and every so often the emotions do tend to slip. Being here though, her emotions have been on an all high, mixed with confusion, no restrictions to follow... it came down to the simple fact that she was lost. Despite having a new Master, he has yet to give any direction, instead he's been giving her to everyone else. Still, even they haven't given her any true direction either, just playing with her. Scynthrina simply didn't know what to do without restrictions.

Now there were these maids, giving her a bath like a helpless child once more. This time, she allowed it, locking away the fight to resist, along with everything else she had locked up. Closing her eyes and allowing them to do what they needed, or wanted as it seems. The compliments though fell of def ears, just as they did earlier. There was no denying that it did feel good, their gentle kisses and touches were difficult to ignore, and she did try to ignore it too. They knew they didn't have time to do much with her, let alone pleasure themselves. They did bring Scynthrina to climax though, the one in front latched herself to the hidden clit between wet folds. The other one had long nails and clearly knew how to use them, reminding Scynthrina of The Eunuch, with obvious differences, not only did she glide her nails along her back, she also used her nail to tease the entrance to her ass. Needless to say, it didn't take long at all to reach their goal.

Shortly after they finished getting her dressed and ready, fixing her hair in a beautiful braid with flowers here and there. The dress was simple but elegant, made of fine silk and royal blue. Soon she was off to meet with the King, finding him waiting in his chambers with supper already set up. The maids quickly run off to leave Scynthrina and King alone. Naturally Scynthrina stands in place with her head lowered, waiting for instructions quietly. When the King sees her, all he can do is smile and shake his head a little, wondering what it will take to break her in this new life he has given her.

As they dine he watches her closely, noticing the signs of a well trained slave, her movements, how she only picks at the food, sees the struggle of her current situation. Throughout supper he does actually asks questions, mostly about what she truly knows about herself, judging how the former master kept her in the dark. Realizes that she does have a curious streak rather than a thieving streak, it's her curiosity that gets her in trouble. The Kings finds out quite a bit and realizes he has a lot of work ahead of him to break her..... to free her. Let alone to make her truly his, mind body and soul, he wants to rip the former master out of her. Most importantly, help her to discover who she really is.

Once they finished supper and after considering all the options of how to go about breaking her walls down. The King stood up and went to her, bringing her to stand in front of him. With a firm grip to the throat, right under her chin, he lifts her face to his looking right into those dark brown eyes.

"Do not close your eyes or look away from me. I want you to see me and no one else."

Spoken with a stern voice as he stared into her eyes for another moment, making sure she understood and shortly after, he kisses her firmly while keeping the firm grip on her throat.
 
He stares into her eyes, into her soul. He's not quite sure what he is looking for, and even less certain of what he is seeing. For better or worse, his subjects have fairly simple reaction to his presence, to his touch, particularly the whores and peasant girls who come to his bed and service his needs. With a few exceptions, were he to look in their eyes, he would see fear and submission, and is always disappointing when he does. it means the girl in his hands will let him do whatever he wants, or will do whatever he says. If he says suck, she will suck, mechanically, and he will fill her throat and she will gag and swallow and say thank you M'lord, can I have some more. Quite frankly, they bored him.

Occasionaly, he would see something else, perhaps some mischief, some familiarity, even some lust. These are the girls that truly enjoy sex and truly want to have the King as a notch on their bedpost, perhaps even they see themselves as a future queen. Ofte these girls will be bought back to his chamber for a second or third, or even more occasion, and in a few cases, court tongues began to wag with the rumour of something more permanent. But alas, whilst the king is a lustful man, he is also loyal and takes matters of the heart very seriously, and none of them dd he actually love. There is also the small matter of his alter body form, something he will be unlikely to hide from a wife, and the chances of finding a woman who is fit to be queen, able to steal his heart and also able to understand his complicated life is, well, impossible.

But this one, this one is different. There is not fear in those eyes, there is not submission, there is not mischief, but perhaps there is a little lust. He pushes her head back a little, moving a little closer to her, and he has a flash of thought, a fleeting moment of clarity when he sees deep into her soul..........her eyes, the windows to her soul, they tell him........that she owns him. He is not sure whether she even knows that herself, she shows no signs of it. he shakes his head, he is the master, she is the slave, but he knows, that somewhere in the universe, the roles are reversed.

His reaction is base, primal, he must demonstrate to her who is really in charge. He drops his hand to the broach that holds her dress in place, pulling it roughly away, the dress slithers down her smooth body to puddle at her feet. He passes his hand behind her head, grasping her neck he leans in and kisses her forcefully, his lips mashing hers, his teeth bruising her tender lips, his tongue forcing it's way into her. He stoops and scoops her into his arms, carrying her swiftly to the bed he dumps her naked form upon it. He stares at her eyes while he disrobes, his semi hard cock in her vision.

"we'll see who is maser" he mutters quietly as he pushes her lags apart and climbs onto the bed, not realising that surrendering to his lust only enslaves him to her further.
 
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