Thief in the castle ~ Closed, possible inventations later on..

[katalynn]

OOC ~ Closed for PP1 and I .. Hope you enjoy..

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Alyciea was caught stealing about two months ago from within Count Roderick Blaines' castle. She has always been a theif, but this time she had gotten careless and one of the other servants had ratted out on her. What she was stealing at the time wasn't much, just some silk shirt that she had admired. He had plans on selling her to the slave market, instead, she offered herself to him as an indentured servant. Once her contract is up, she would be able to sail off to the *new world* like she has always wanted to.


For the past few months Alyciea has been good, for now. Deep inside she has been planning a way for escape this contract and run away from this place for good, always finding and waiting for that right moment. Hasn't stolen anything for sometime, goes to his chamber when he wishes. Though, he only used for short amounts of time. Mostly to hide his inner, true feelings and passion. And because it was expected of him to bed her.
Count Roderick had no real intrest in her, therfore she never once got any satisfaction from those nights.

One night Alyciea found out why, she had gone to his chamber a little earlier, just to get this over with, despising every moment they spent together. This one night made her hate him all the more. It was very late at night when everyone else was sleeping, his door was slightly open, just enough to see what was happening. Alyciea had seen the Count with a young boy, doing things that, to Alyciea, should not be happening between males. She had to force herself to keep quiet and slip away from the scene.

Count Roderick had always been a bit strange to her, seemed a feminine for a male. But seeing how he was only 25, she never seriously thought anything of it. Till now that is. Ever since then she tried even harder to stay away from him, even when he called on her, she wouldn't come. Pretending to be sick or some other lie, anything to keep away from him. Yes, she got punished, but it was nothing she couldn't handle, being locked up down in the dungeon was nothing to her.

The Count had this big trip he has been planning for sometime, this gave her, her chance to escape. A few days ago she had seen the most beautiful, blue diamond choker that she has ever seen. It would have been more than enough to get her on the boat and with money left over long enough to get a place and get settled.

That never happened. He came back for the choker, it was to be a gift and he had almost forgotten it. When he saw it in Alycieas' hands he freaked out on her. Made her take off her clothes and go through the castle naked as he followed her down to the dungeon. This time, he tied her up a bit differently, having to put her to sleep before hand with all her kicking and screaming.

When she woke up, totally alone, slowly her mind began to realize that something wasn't right. Her body was feeling things that it should not be feeling. Alyciea couldn't move her head, each time she did her hands would be pulled, which pulled the rope along between her legs. Whether it was the Count or another that had bound her, she did not like it.

Alycieas' long redish blonde hair was braided within a rope pulled back tightly to keep her looking up as the rope bound her hands from the elbows down to the wrist. Reaching from behind it ran between her legs with three knots in it, one at her clit, the opening of her cunt and her tight anal. From there the rope criss-crossed tightly up her body, wrapped around her big, firm breast,making them seem bigger than they really were. Finally tied off around her neck to hold everything in place.

Little did she know that Count Roderick was going to have his cousin watch over the castle for a few months. Just before the count had left that day, he left a note for his cousin

Sir Oliver Lancaster,

I hope your trip was and good one and that you will find everything you need within my home while I am gone.

I do regret that I can not be here upon your arival. Due to recent events this yesterday morning, I became very late in the start of my trip. It took sometime to wrap your gift, which by the way, is waiting for you down stairs.

I do hope you remember that little thief I told you about a few months ago.



See you upon my return cousin. And enjoy my present to you as a replacement for me not being here to greet you.

Count Roderick

Alycia had managed to sit, uncomfortably, the corner of the cot that she has slept on many times. Realizing that her ankle was chained to the floor, like it has been many times. There she waited for whoever bound her, or for the Count to return. She did know that the Count couldn't possibly bind her like this, he wasn't that good.......... Was he?!?

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Sir Oliver Lancaster, the Earl of Blackwood

His carriage arrived at the castle of his cousin Roderick as dusk was falling. He left his luggage to the servants and went inside to settle himself in Roderick's chambers while he was away.

The bed was freshly made and there was a pitcher of fresh water and bowl waiting. Sir Oliver washed his face and neck as he read his cousin's note and wondered if the little thief had been caught stealing from Roderick a second time and if so what she'd tried to lift from him.

He'd stopped at an inn and eaten so thanked the butler and told him to thank the cook, but he was full. When he ask Albert, the butler, about the thief he learned it was a terribly expensive piece of jewlery and that Roderick was livid as he paraded her naked through the castle down to the dungeon while promising her all manner of terrible punishments for violating his trust and giving her a second chance as his indentured servant.

Now Sir Oliver had all of the information required. He thanked Albert, poured himself a glass of whiskey and headed for the dungeons.

Fresh torches illuminated the dank stairs and corridor giving the only light until he reached the open door to a cell in which sat a naked and bound woman.

He stood looking at her nakeness and appreaciated the clever way that Roderick had bound her. A way that left her helpless and tormented her at the same time it aroused her if those ropes in between her fat lips moved. Apparently they'd moved quite a lot if the wetness on her thighs and cot was any indication.

"Well, well," he said in his bass voice as he entered the cell, "so you're the thief who tried to steal from my cousin not once, but twice and violated his trust in you the second time.
"I am Sir Oliver, the Earl of Blackwood, and my cousin has left your punishment and fate in my hands wench.
"Do you have anything to say before I commence your punishments, yes I did say punishments wench. You'll be here for a very long time before I've finished with you."

 

[katalynn]

Alyciea

Heard the door to the dungeons open slowly, instantly she curled up into a tighter ball when she saw the stranger.

"Let me go.... I did nothing wrong... I found it on the floor and was putting it back..."

She snapped at him, lies obviously, it was clear in her eyes that she needed release in so many ways, specially how her legs were shaking to keep shut. Fought to keep from begging, to indicate that she was more than aroused.

"I demand that you release me NOW!... He can't prove that I was stealing... I had no intentions on stealing anything from that..... that......freak..."

He could tell that she was still struggling with her binds, the way she bit her lip to hide the pain and the arousal each time the ropes moved the slightest way as her hands twisted trying to losen the ropes.

"This is punishment enough..... I'm being punished right now for something I did not do... Now.. Let me go....Damn it.... And I am no wench... I have a name."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Sir Oliver:

"Not one I know or care about and your punishment has yet to begin. Since wench isn't to your liking I'll call you "slut or thief" or both at one like "slutthief" and you'd do well to answer to it.

"I am a magistrate as well as Peer of the Realm. My word is law and I judge you guilty as charged and sentence you to extreme torment and use for attempted theivery, for violation of trust, for lying to a magistrate, for presenting false witness to an officer of the courts and for lying to a Peer of the Realm.
"I remand you to my custody so the sentence and punishments may be carried out forthwith and continue until the magistrate feels you've been sufficiently punished. At that time you'll be branded as a thief and cast out naked to fend for yourself."

 

[katalynn]

Alyciea

Moved her head painfully, forcing herself to not squirm as the rope rubbed tightly between her legs, specially when she felt herself get wetter from the slight movement.

"I will not answer to anything but my own name. For as much as you do not care about my name. I do not care who you are. I have already been branded as a theif years ago, do you seriously think that will stop me?"

Her tone was a bit to challenging, despite the need and craving that showed deep in her dark blue eyes, she tried to stare him down.

"As for fending for myself, why do think I'm a thief? Its is the only way I can fend for myself.. I steal for things that I need, nothing more.... Now again... Let me go.... Take this rope off of me and let me be.."

She was quivering hard with so much built up need, the denied release was driving her insane. She has been like this for at least a full day and possibly throughout the night.

"I'm am hurting and I am hungry... Just let me go already... I'll accept whatever punishment you have for me. It can't be any worse that what the Count does. Even though I have done nothing wrong..."

"I demand you release me..."

she spoke through clentched teeth, just looking at him made her want him. He was far more manly than his cousin, let alone the way he looked at her in return. If she could she would strip him right now just to feel him inside her, feel him giving her the release she longed for..... Course, she would never admitt to such things.

"Damn you!... Stop staring at me and release me of this rope..."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Sir Oliver:

"Actually before I've finished with you slut thief you'll answer to anything I want.
"Well since you've been branded previously I guess I'll just have to do a better job of it then. There'll be three slut thief. Top of each of your tits and one on your face.
"There'll be no hiding all of those so you can fool some good people and should you be caught once again it'll cost you your right hand or life according to the magistrate.
"Actually thief slut, I think you're fine as you are for now. I've had a long journey and think I'll be off to bed, but first you may have a drink."

He approachs the bed and her back tilted head so that he's looking right down at her and into her eyes. He raises the glass of whiskey where she can see it and says, as he opens his pants and extracts his prick with the other hand, " Open wide thief slut and have a drink."

 

[katalynn]

She began to breath heavy with anger at his words, he looked like he would brand her in such ways too. Tried hard to not show the fear of his words as he got close to her. Hovering over her and teasing her with the glass, only to find him pulling his dick out.

"I will not..."

Growled threw clentched teeth, it was more than tempting to suck on it, but she would deny him that pleasure, as much as she was being denied.

"Get away from me..."

With that, she raised both her feet ready to kick him if he got any closer. With the sudden movements of her head and now her feet being raised, the tears finally broke each time the rope moved against her very sensitive clit, almost making her jerk towards it. biting her lip to hold back the whimper of her lust.

"Fine leave me like this.... But LEAVE now! .... I do not like you any more than I like your pretty boy cousin.."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Sir Oliver:

His hand leaves his prick and flashes out.

*SMACK!* her left teat is smacked extremely hard

*SMACK!* her right one recieves the same treatment

*Smack!* a slightly ligher smack strikes one side of her face

*Smack!* the other side is struck as he backhands her and her teeth cuts her cheek

"I said open your mouth thief slut.
"Do it now or the pain increases immediately until you're screaming for disobeying me."

 

[katalynn]

Tears were streaming more freely down her cheeks with each and every slap, causing her curl up a bit tighter and that made the rope pull even more so between her legs.

"I don't want a drink...... "

All she could think of was him pissing in her mouth, cringing at the thought as she turned her head away from him. Rather deal with the pain than taste him, in anyway, in her mouth. Tasting the blood from her cheek gave her thirst deeper hunger.

"Leave me alone..."

Tried to hide her face, keeping her head turned and mouth shut while she was breathing hard through her nose.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Sir Oliver:

"Obedience will be immediate and abouslute at all times," he says coldly as he grips her braid and the rope and jerks up on both easily pulling her to a more up right position and adding pain to her intense arousal as the knots dig into her tender and sensitive places and the breast binding pulls on both all at the same time.

 

[katalynn]

blood curling screm filled the room at the shock her body went through when he jerked and pulled at the ropes. Once the moment of shock slowly disappeared leaving the pain of the burning rope dig between her legs. She was breathing so hard trying to tame how her body felt, she wasn't sure if she came or not but the wetness intensified deeply.

"I don't want you pissing in my mouth...."

Whimpering out while she sat there quivering harder than before, so ready for release that it was showing more than before in her eyes, but she still tried to fight it. Wanting to squirm out of his grasp but afraid to move with how he held onto to the rope.

"I just don't want to drink your piss...."

Closed her eyes so she didn't have to look at him, it was hard to keep them closed but she forced them shut. Wanting this to end, wanting and needing to be fucked. Very slowly she opened her mouth wide and waited, expecting the worse to come pouring into her mouth.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Sir Oliver:

"Actually I was going to give you the rest of my whiskey as I pissed on you, but you're idea has far more merit slut thief.
"Mind you keep your whore's mouth open and swallow it all. Every bit that flows from your mouth will bring you pain tomorrow slut."

His hand grips his cock and gives it a stroke or two to prime the pump then points it's broad head at her mouth and eases the pinch a bit so the stream of hot piss flows into her mouth as her throat begins working as she swallows as quickly as she can.

He lifts his cock a bit so he can piss into her nose and on her upturned face before directing it onto her bound tits and into her mouth again.

"Keep drinking thief slut, tis been awhile since my last piss so I have plenty to quench your thirst," he says as he keeps her open mouth so full of hot piss that if she pauses in her swallowing some will overflow it.

 

[katalynn]

Her eyes held shut tightly the stentch and taste of his piss was overwhelming as she gagged. She did try to take as much as she could, but before he was finished she couldn't take anymore and pulling back hard with all her weight. falling to her side coughing hard shaking her head side to side. Trying to breath, she didn't care about getting punished, she couldn't take anymore of his piss as she broke out crying. The piss burning deep down her throat, making her stomache curl.

"No more.... I'm going to get sick... no more..."

Rolling onto her knees as she tried to wipe the piss off her face, crying even harder as she couldn't move with out getting aroused.

"I can't .... drink... any more... you sick fuck..."

choking out the words between sobs and gagging, trying to keep from getting sick.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Sir Oliver, Early of Blackwood:

He says nothing just turns and leaves.

However in a very short time he's back again. At the bedside he uses his hand to force her mouth open and tongs to grasp the end of her tongue.

Once he has a good grip on it he pulls stretching as far out of her mouth as he can pull it. He then takes an iron skewer from his boot top and pushes it all of the way through her tongue, up past her upper lip and into and through her right nostril as he says, "That will teach you to keep a civil tongue your head wench."

One nipple at a time is pinched and stretched and another skewer is pushed through the base of one then across and through the base of the other nipple.

Cord is looped and tied around her tongue skewer then it's tied to the center of her nipple skewer before joining the knotted rope between her nether lips, up her ass cleft and tied to her wrist binding so movement will not pull on both.

"You are learning painfully slut, but you're learning.
"When I return in the morning you'll begin your punishments.
"Sleep well thief slut."

"Oh gracious, I nearly forgot a final little gift for you to keep you entertained," he says as he rolls her onto her side. His knee on her side holds her in place as he takes the fat wooden phallus from his belt.

His hand pulls up on her arse cheek and the head of the fake cock is worked into her ass then the knot placed on it's base to move it inside her if she moves.

"I trust that will entertain you... whore," he says and leaves closing the cell door behind him.

 

[katalynn]

Watching as he left, finding some relief that he was gone, praying that he was gone for the night. The second she saw him return so soon made her tense up wondering what he was going to do now. Trying hard to move away when he sat on the bed and reached for her, but the wall behind her blocked her from going anywhere.

Cried out when he forced her mouth open, fear shooting in her eyes when she saw the tools he had and started to use. The second she felt the the sharp end piercing the underneath of her tongue she froze, trembling for if she moved it would rip her tongue in two. Breathing so heavy that it started to hurt to breath, tears pouring down her cheeks when he kept going through her lip then finally her nose.

Her Screams were caught in her throat, tears pouring hard and fast from her closed eyes as each piercing went through her extremly senstive nipples. Screams filled the room when he tied all together then pushing something into her ass. Shaking so hard from the pain that coursed through her body, wanting to pass out from so much pain.
She couldn't believe that he would do this. He was so cold and heartless in her mind, more and more she hated him. After this she was to afraid to speak to him, making a promise to herself to never speak to this man ever again. Her words made him piss in her mouth, now this, slowly she was forcing her mind to go numb against him.

After, what seemed like, so many hours the pain slowly became numb, till she moved that is. The thing in ass burned and hurt, never having anything there before, for some reason it was begining to make her crave to be fucked, but she couldn't move. Didn't want to move.
Eachtime her mind drifted off to sleep, the slightest movement caused either pain or brought out the need to be fucked. Her mouth was so dry, taste of dried blood and his piss lingered in her sore throat, couldn't swallow even a little bit, even the movement of her toungue now tugged on her painful nipples.

Finally, her mind just gave up, letting the pain and arousal overload her thoughts as she passes out from everything he had put her through. Staying in the postion he had left her in, tears started to break free as her dreams even tormented her. Seeing his face, seeing how she must look right now in this painful and denied state.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Sir Oliver, Earl of Blackwood:

He returns to the cell in the mornng accompanied by his Irish Wolfhound MacLain, and a servant carrying a tray with a bowl of porriage and a large pitcher of water on it.

After he's opened the cell door enough to allow him to push it with his shoulder Sir Oliver takes the tray and dismissed the servant.
He looks down at MacLain and commands, "Stay. Guard." then goes into the cell. The tray is set down before he walks over to look down at the thief slut.
She's still either asleep or unconscious to he retreives the pitcher and at her side again tips it to allow a small amount of water to trickle into her open mouth.

 

[katalynn]

Being out cold she didn't even noticed the sounds of the door opening, or him sitting the on the bed. What woke her was the pain shooting to her mouth when she tried to swallow the liquid that ran down her throat. Instantly wanting to close her mouth, but couldn't. The swollen tongue made it feel like he was trying to drown her as she attempted to swallow again.

Shivering when her body started to wake up more, realizing the state it was still in, opening her eyes only to meet his gaze. Pleading silently with her eyes, to afraid to make a sound even if it was a whimper with the movements. Tried to control the shivering of her jaw enough to take another offered sip, that to was hard to do.
Instead, she layed there, wondering what her punishment is going to be, waiting for him to finish with her. Knowing now, that he is far from being done with her. Praying that he would these thing out from within her skin at least, fearing that he wouldn't.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Sir Oliver, Early of Blackwood & Magistrate:

"Well I see the thief slut's awake now. Good.
"Have you learned to keep a civil tongue in your head now slut? If I remove the tongue skewer do you think that you can reply civilly when your spoken to?"

 

[katalynn]

Couldn't respond to his words, all she could was close her eyes tightly waiting for the pain to increase when and if he pulls the thing out. Breathing the best she could despite the fear that coursing through her veins. Her hands curled into fists, she slowly and carefully nodded. The movement alone was painful as it pulled onto every sensitive nerve within her body.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Sir Oliver, Earl of Blackwood, Magistrate:

"Then I'l see," he says as the skewer is pulled from her nose and tongue, letting it back into her mouth and enabling her to close it for the first time all night.

"Is that better thief slut? A nod or shake of the head will suffice to reply to my questions... for now at least."

 

[katalynn]

Held her breath the whole time, slowly and painfully closing her mouth when she was able to, tasting the fresh blood, it was even harder to swallow with her tongue being so swollen. It wasn't better, she wanted out of the rope altogether. Wanted a bath and to erase the past two days away. Every inch of her body was throbbing, she had pee but was far to aroused to do so. The built tension between her legs and now the new feeling in her ass didn't make it any better either.

Instead of saying no. She barely nodded her head, to afraid that he would put it back if she said no. Her breathing shivered along with her body, keeping her eyes closed as much as possible, not wanting to see him, not wanting to see what he will do next or what he'll use.
She simply layed back down the best she could, forcing her tears back. The slight scent porriage made her stomache cry out, but her mouth was in so much pain, tongue seemed to fill her whole mouth making it that much harder to breath while she tried to get used to it being back in mouth after so many hours.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Sir Oliver, Earl of Blackwood, Magistrate:

"When your tongue is no longer bleeding tell me slut and I'll give you cool water to drink again.
"That will relieve the swelling as your mouth is made wet again," he says as he uses a key to unlock the shackle around her ankle that secures her to the filthy bed.

"Now on your feet slut thief. We have a short walk to take and I suspect you'd rather walk than be dragged.
"Either way though you will come to where I wish you to be."

 

[katalynn]

Watching as he undid the chain, telling her to stand up. At first she hesitated,
How the hell am I going to walk like this? This man is insane...

The whole time she was now sucking on the extremely painful tongue till she no longer tasted blood, or at least till it wasn't as strong. Still she said nothing, to afraid of him now to even whimper as she moved.

Sliding very slowly and even more pain when she sat up, pushing the thing deeper into her ass. This made her freeze in place for some time. Letting her ass stretch and attempt to get use to this thing being inside her. Still, no sound came from her lips. Shaking on weak legs as she finally stood, wincing in pain when the ropes pulled on the bar still in her nipples. Causing her curl a little to relieve some of the pain, but it only made it worse when her breast hung and moved when she did.

Taking in sharp breaths of pure pain, she managed to walk very slowly, indicating that she was, for the most part, ready to follow him. Wishing and praying that he will take these things off her, inside she was crying. Thinking of ways to get away from him when this is over, she didn't care about being branded. She hated him for the fact that he would do this, hated him even more that she wanted him to fuck her. Also hated the fact that she feared him, never in her life as she ever feared someone.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Sir Oliver, Earl of Blackwood, Magistrate:

He waits patiently as she obeys him and shuffles over to where he stands at the door. The rope in her braid still keeping her head tipped backward so she's almost facing straight up at the cell's ceiling.
When she reaches the door, "Open your mouth thiefslut. You need water and you'll now drink your fill."
When she obeys, albeit possibly reluctantly, he tips the pitcher he's once more picked up and lets water trickle into her mouth slowly so she can swallow it without choking.
The water slakes her thirst, eases her sore throat and reduces the swelling of her tongue, all but where it had been pierced.

 

[katalynn]

Each movement was peircing through sleeping limbs of her arms and now legs, her jaw was quivering relentlessly even as she tried to drink the water. At first she didn't want to open her mouth, last few times shes opened for him shes regreted it. But if she didn't it would be another punishment. And if he is to actually give her water, it did sound more than pleasing right now.

The water tasted so good to her right then, washing away the blood. Relieving the taste he had left her with last night, she couldn't stop drinking it. At first it stung with it hit the hole in her tongue, almost making her jerk away from it. Soon after it became soothing, after a few more swallows it became eaiser to drink it. Feeling so dehydrated she drank till either he pulled it away or until it was almost gone.