Thread: A work in progress (KingSandy and DivineGlaGlenn)

Jack was motivated by the questing finger to continue thrusting into Zel and Jack shivered inwardly with disgust as he began to enjoy that prodding finger. The servant teased and pinched the girl mercilessly and what Jack found most disconcerting was his focus on Syla. No matter was happening or who was near, all he seemed to see was Syla. The servant's sparse clothing was covered in the lovemaking's remains. A little blood, more semen and just as much of Zel's liquor as the other two. And from the urgency of Zel's movement, the way she tightened around his cock, his waist, the young noble knew that she was on her way to another orgasm. And Jack could no longer help himself. He was still sort of dribbling into her. Tight tight around him and Jack could feel the tension in her body. He still had the disturbing feeling that Zel found this somehow romantic. She was too damn young. She was probably hurt and confused and Jack could not comfort her in anyway because he himself was only guessing as to her feelings, interpreting those looks she gave him while he, in his shame, tried not to make eye contact. More so now, now that all he could really feel was that alien finger inside of him, violating him the way his captor's voice did. Disgusting but oh-so-good. He couldn't believe how it felt but he didn't want to enjoy it. He couldn't enjoy what this crazy woman was doing, this savage. After Zel's second orgasm, the yellow-eyed prick pulled her away even as she had apparently tried to reach for him. Jack could only watch Syla who gloated in that sickeningly alluring voice. Insanity seemed to crackle forth from her inviting lips. He barely moved as she wiped him clean of the mess he'd made and said nothing. What could he say to such evil? She enjoyed that he'd done what she'd wanted, just for the pleasure of inflicting pain and misery on her captives. How had she ever become popular enough to stay in power was anyone's guess. Or the headsman's . Jack was lifted to his feet as was Zel. He noticed, belatedly, that there were more hands than necessary and they felt him up just as much as they did Zel. And he nodded to Syla, Of course. I must protect my people. A simple statement that was intended to show that he was not cowed by her tone nor her temper. But he would do what any true high-born would do and protect his people. Even if that meant serving her in whatever sick manner she wished. Whatever the humiliation, he would obey to the best of his ability. Jack was frogmarched through the hallway. He could hear the dying, smell the iron blood and the smells of loosened bowels. He could not stomach this. His people were dying, despite everything that he could do. And onward they were pushed, half carried. People called out to him and Jack knew that he was the only one they could turn to. His parents were probably dead. And no one in the kingdom would know until it was far too late for any sort of retaliation. Really thought this through, the bastards , thought Jack as he was lead out of the building. It had been a few minutes and then she turned to him with that horrid smile, that predatory smirk. Jack lowered his gaze, knowing that everyone could hear the exchange. Whatever you desire, I'm ready, I hope I will please you. An audience? Oh no, not Zel. Poor Zel. The poor girl would be a party to even more humiliation. And Jack would suffer in this. All so Mistress could prove who he belonged to.