Thread: An Interesting Arrangement (Sølvi and E404UserNotFound)

She was not paying attention to her mothers interruptions, too focused on her own self-consuming hatred. How could they do this to her? They were going to let some Northern Lord invade their land and kingdom and defile everything her father had worked for. Her home. Their sanctuary. Catalina could simply not believe it, and she was going to make damn sure her point was brought across. You cant just invite those Barbarians into our home! We dont even know them, how can you agree with this? They rape and kill and are brutal and theyll f- her words were cut short when she felt her mothers hands grip her shoulders, forcing the young Catalina to face her. She stopped talking, at least. Her eyes were brimming with tears, and her mother would be able to see just how fragile her daughter was at that moment. Her lips were quivering, fighting to keep the tears at bay, the whole of her small body shaking lightly. It wasn't fair. It wasn't right. She let her mothers words wash over her, but she didnt want to listen. She didnt want to hear the words, she wanted to stay in her little tantrum.. Catalina wanted to be heard. But even that was not granted to her, as her mother continued to speak. Finally, the words started to sink in, Catalinas rage slowly disappeared, and ultimately all she had left was the hollow shell of sadness. She broke her mothers gaze and hung her head, not wanting her mother to see the tears that threatened to spill. They did, eventually, thick tears rolling down her cheeks, small sobs wrecking her body. Catalina didnt try to make a sound, even as her mother let her go and she took a step back. Already her mind was working at full speed to try and find a solution. The King had commanded it, but the reasons behind it were shallow. Holldane was a beacon, a haven. If the haven fell, the rest of the Kingdom would need protecting. Something had to be done there. Perhaps she could convince them that she was a fit enough leader on her own. That she and her mother could rule. The whole idea was absurd, but yet it remained in her mind like a parasite, feeding on itself, growing.. Meekly, she did obey her mother, and sat down next to the matriarch. Tears still rolled down her cheeks, but they were more of frustration than anything else. Her cheeks blotched red, her eyes radiant and bright. Catalina picked up the discarded letter from the floor and re-read it again, and again. The more she read the words, the more they became distant, like it was some other poor wench being married off. It was oddly comforting, and soon the tears ceased to flow. It was easier to imagine this was the life of someone else. And thats exactly what Catalina was going to do. She raised her chin up to her mother and watched her, her own chest rising and falling a bit more rapidly, her body still needing to calm down. I apologize. She found her voice, and even that sounded distant. Catalina did start to remember her lessons, her back straightening slightly, her hands folded on her lap. In the coil of her body, though, she harbored and harnessed that anger from before. She let it sit and grow. She would use it when the time would come. -- She should have known he was not finished with her yet. Annabel would have been happy to keep sucking the Lords cock, but then those words reached her ears and Raimer would be able to feel her throat muscles constrict around his cock, intensely and obviously disgusted by the mere notion, and the fact that he referred to her as his daughter.. She struggled to put her hands up in a fit of madness, trying to pull herself up and away from her potential father. However, she hardly had time to do so and faltered. The sudden grab of hair again made her utter a sound of distress, vibrating around the thick flesh in her mouth. Annabel felt the Lords cock shove down her throat, and while she had taught herself not to gag, it hurt and the searing pain wrecked her tonsils and throat and brought tears to her eyes. She felt the Lords fleshy balls press against her chin as her nose was burried deep into his groin. She was held in place like that, unable to breath, near-choking on a mouthful of cock. Annabel knew that if the Lord would squeeze her throat with his thumb, he would be able to feel his own cock resting there. That thought soon flew out the window, as she tried to inhale fresh air, but found herself severely lacking. She made another noise, a noise of distress. A noise that said she was going to faint, or worse, if he didnt let her go. And then those words came. Those.. words.. he didnt.. The muscles in her throat started convoluting around the Lords cock instantly, struggling to keep the bile from shooting up her throat. Hed surely kill her if she had let that happen.. but the thought of having her own fathers cock shoved down her throat was too much for her to handle. She started to struggle, struggle against the hand at her head, struggle against the hard flesh between her lips. She had to breathe, she had to get away, this was too much, a whole new level of mental torture that Annabel was unfamiliar with. She swallowed around the flesh, tried to gasp for air but failing horribly, excess amounts of drool slipping from between her lips and dribbling between her mouth and the Lords groin. Annabel started to choke, even more-so when she felt the quick rap on the back of her wine-soaked head. And then the pressure was gone from her head and Annabel instantly let the Lord slip from her mouth and lips. She spluttered, coming up for air, her mouth a mess of pre-cum and saliva, coughing, her throat felt as if it was on fire. Tears were now flowing freely from those sad bright blue eyes, a physical reaction to the lack of air, to the mental and physical abuse. Poor Annabel hardly had time to recover, though, as she felt the Lords fingers wrap around her throat before brutally throwing her onto the floorboards again, her head bouncing off the wood with a sickening little crack. It wouldnt do permanent damage to her, and Annabel started to wonder if she should be happy or sad for that. Sprawled across the floor, disoriented, the Lord was ontop of her again, ruthless as ever as he fucked her raw, the walls of her cunt wrapped around his cock instead of her mouth this time, her body betraying her, inviting him further, deeper, harder, squeezing around him, as if she was begging for it. Traitorous body. Tears flowed freely from her eyes, but she didnt make a sound, and instead she prayed to the Gods that it would be over soon. She prayed his fingers would squeeze her throat harder, hard enough for her to stop breathing entirely. The little choking noises that left her were lovely in itself, desperate little noises of pain and pleasure combined, gasps of air as the Lord fucked and choked her at the same time. And then the flaps of the tent opened, and briefly she felt hope infiltrate her heart. Her eyes went to the Lords uncle instantly, those blue piercing eyes pleading with the man as she was raped and choked simultaneously. Eyes that screamed Save me. The man didnt care. The man never laid eyes on her. In his rage, the Lords fingers slipped away from Annabels throat and she sucked in a breath of fresh air sharply, only to have the breath knocked out of her almost instantaneously. She felt her teeth graze over her lips as the slap landed home, following by the sharp taste of blood on her tongue. The Lords aggravation of being interrupted was taken out on her, but this wasnt news. She was his property. He could do whatever he fucking wanted. Even if that meant cumming inside of her. The implications of it now were much, much more severe, though. If the Lord was her father, and the seed hit home.. hit her womb.. Annabel choked back a sob, her body hurt, her mind and face were broken. She only made a small noise when she felt his fingers roam around in her cunt before bringing it to her face. She let it happen without protest, her eyes wide and fearful, watching the Lord. And then those words came, and all Annabel could do was nod feebly. She lay there, and would continue to do so. Her body sprawled across the furs, her legs spread, her cunt wide and glistening with the Lords cum dripping from it. Her body was riddled with old bruises and new. Annabel looked up at the Lord briefly, her lips red and parted, trying to get as much air into her lungs as possible. She nodded faintly again, showing him that she understood. This was her life.