Thread: A work in progress (KingSandy and DivineGlaGlenn)

Syla branded him more. Her finger etching in deeper. Exploring it as he was driving in and out Zel's tight slit, the girl, having orgasmed once, was on the verge to another with the white-haired servant touching her breasts mercilessly, squeezing the erect pink nipples as much as possible. Even Zel's breasts came cupped in his hands, he twisted them around, eyes never leaving his Mistress nor did he seem to have any discomfort having another male somewhat close, they were all under her spell, Syla's, whatever it may be. How ever it came to be. Light green eyes watched Jack's movements, Zel's leg coming to enclose more around his waist in the obvious pleasure, moans filled the room once more, louder than the last. She inhaled with a deep breath looking at the man taking her virginity as he went inside her deeper. She whimpered to this. It felt good. Her insides didn't want to let him go and they didn't. They closed around his cock again. She continued to moan all while looking into his eyes not knowing what Syla was doing behind him and with the servant touching her sensitive breasts, Zel arched her head, her little body racked with thrusts, and screamed out again, the precise moment when the nobleman's son came, filling her with his seed. Her body spasmed. Teeth clenched down, the feeling was overwhelming. One she would never forget. She collapsed against the servant whom held her, eyes looking at Jack. She tried to touch him but that one behind removed her from being plugged by the boy. The two would be lying on the floor together, that servant opened Zel's legs putting a cloth between them where blood had indicated her lost innocence, she had no energy to fight him, though her legs closed some, head turned away with the best sight being to look at Jack whom was looking at Syla. And indeed you did. The Mistress smiled, perhaps pleased. She took a cloth from her bosom to wipe his cock. That was most splendid, your willingness to stop the pain from your, friend I can assume, by taking this girl's virginity, she must be related to him, which makes it even better. I like you Jack, a lot. Syla put her foot on his side to turn him onto his back ignoring Zel's looks. Your spirit. When you first came here you were making such groundless demands it nearly made me laugh. You were cute in doing so but as you can see, they will get you no where. This village you hold dear and the occupants belong to me. The life I shall provide can either be good or bad depending solely on you. The only thing that will help you is obedience. You act like a savage and you shall be treated like one. I'll make you watch as seven of my men take this girl making it impossible for her to ever be with another man or maybe I will let them take you, do not cross me, do not test me. Despite my calm manner I can get rather annoyed very quickly. The woman turned around. Get them up, it should be night around now, we will be leaving. Burn any evidence and kill any little cunt deciding to be a rebel. I am through here. I said get them up, hurry now. Syla walked with supreme confidence. She stole a look to Jack with those lips curved down. The servant pulled Zel to her feet and did the same with Jack, he was joined by another to help him. They will be with me. Syla called out as she walked through the door. Zel looked at Jack but she was pushed ahead, her walking distorted and sore having promptly been with a man. She'd not be able to say anything to him, this is what made her sad. Her head lowered. She walked ahead feeling suddenly ashamed, wanting to cover her body, to not be a sight in front of these men including Jack. He'd only done it to save Roderick, nothing more. A fool she'd been to let her inner lust take over. She desired him mentally and physically, this was no lie. They walked down the long hallway where people whimpered in the cells, now being opened by Syla's men. Some yelled in rebellion but soon came cut down as instructed, their screams were defeaning. Zel closed her eyes. The servants pushed the two ahead shrouded in the dim, torch-lit, lighting, where were they being taken? Turning a corner, there came some stairs leading up through a passage way outside into the forest. This was the village prison, Zel realized, it was where they kept road rogues trying to start trouble. Immediately outside could she smell smoke, the fire spread, their home would be no more. Nearby came an onslaught carriage convoy with schools and schools of horses to lead them. Cages were attached to the cages, some already filled with naked villagers, calling out to Jack, did he know what was going on? Syla looked at them. Quiet you whores, he is not the one you should be talking to. You are now property belonging to me. You will satisfy my needs including those to the clients I have, failure to do so will result in death, not to your own being but those you cherish and love. Make me not repeat what I have said again. She cocked her head to a lead carriage, a fine red, without a cage. A eight horse team lead it awaiting her arrival. She turned around to Jack. Have you gotten your rest slave? A smile turned up on her lips. You will be pleasuring me now. She spied Zel looking at them or moreso him. We shall have an audience. The madwoman explained.