Thread: Attention!  (IWishThat&Valanaer)

The depravity of the situation was amazing, how the two people in the room could believe he wanted to be part of what they were doing. He simply snarled as the two looked at him, nothing fierce but the reaction was enough to make his disgust clear. In truth he would rather face a hundred beatings than sleep with the filth in front of him. It wasn't a comfort when they told the guard to go get someone else though, he had a bad feeling that he was going to be the woman's entertainment as she allowed the man Wythe to have his way with her. It was only when the girl came into the room that he showed some form of emotion, not much but enough to reveal that he knew the woman thrown down inside of the tent. It was Christine from the village nearest his, they had been at war for a very long time but he had seen her on occasion when him and his father visited the enemy village for talks. She was beautiful and even in the situation he couldn't help but stare in disbelief. When Jasmine ordered her to clean his wounds he wasn't so opposed to it, only the second part of the order made his skin crawl and once again he felt sick at his stomach. Ashal was by no means the type to find gratification in having a woman pleasure him forcefully, whether he was the one making her do it or not, no matter how beautiful she was. The woman couldn't deny Jasmine though, the bitch was too powerful to disobey and Christine seemed to know it. She knew who he was though and at least for the bandaging portion she didn't seem to mind it, even if they had been at war, and going as far as to be gentle for the duration of the cleaning and bandaging process. He was thankful for that, sure he could have taken more punishment and pain for the sake of his people but he, as anyone else, preferred to avoid pain, and in his case to feel the soothing wrappings as opposed to dripping blood. Ashal spoke to Christine as she was finishing the first aid, his native tongue soft for her as opposed to the sharp and rude manner he spoke towards Jasmine. It's odd how we find ourselves in similar positions suddenly, no longer fighting one another but held prisoner by such a tyrant... Thank you for helping me despite our history though, your gentleness was a comfort... Ashal even managed a small smile but he didn't expect the reaction, instead of some form of smile back or nod he was greeted with a look of shame and embarrassment. He was confused at first, until he felt her hand running against his inner leg and brushing up his toned muscle to his crotch. His eyes widened a bit and he looked over at her barking in his native tongue, Stop it now! He was not entirely embarrassed but he didn't like the idea of doing what they were told by the bitch. It didn't stop Christine though she simply looked at him with a pitiful and apologetic look as she removed every last garment of his clothing obedient to her earlier orders. Christine seemed rather shocked as she looked at Ashal, his entire body was chiseled and his face was handsome, but most of all he was quite well endowed, more than most men and it was impressive. It wasn't enough to make her forget about the situation but it did make Ashal show his first signs of embarrassment as she began to touch him. It wasn't the first time of course but it had been a long time and it seemed that all the exhaustion and pain he had suffered had caused his sensitivity to skyrocket. With ever stroke of Christine's hand he felt a small shock of pleased and as he hardened it only got worse. He tried his best to keep himself under control but with Jasmine's eyes watching Christine made sure to get into it, moving underneath the table and placing Ashal's cock in her mouth immediately, no foreplay and only a bit of hesitation where she looked towards the flaps again, as if thinking about escaping one last time before resigning to her fate. It wasn't as if it was the first time she had to do something like this, Jasmine had ordered her to do similar things to the dirty soldiers under he command and they had been cruel and abusive. At least with Ashal it was a countryman, an attractive and nice male who didn't reek of filth and try to hurt her. The fight and spirit had diminished after she began the act, replaced by a look of defeat as her mouth enveloped his hard cock again and again all for the pleasure of the onlooker Jasmine. It was a horrible sight for Ashal, a strong beautiful woman from his nation forced to do such a thing on the fear of being killed or worse if she refused. No doubt she wanted nothing more than to run off but Jasmine was quite terrifying and her orders seemed to be obeyed quickly even by the most steadfast people. It was all a bit too much for Ashal though, the entire situation making him sick to his stomach while at the same time wave after wave of pleasure coursed through him. Her mouth caused him to moan slightly, only being silent due to him gritting his teeth. He kept his eyes on Jasmine though, not closing them and looking at her straight on with hatred and fury. If he could he would end her, stop the torment she was causing. For the moment he just had to try and deny her as much pleasure as possible out of the situation, try and keep his voice down and try and pull himself together, perhaps even piss her off so that it ended and both he and Christine could escape the situation. In an effort to do just that he muttered a few obscenities at her in his tongue and spit, not hitting her but coming damn close and getting his point across well.