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Thread: A work in progress (KingSandy and DivineGlaGlenn)

The day been such an agreeable one. Fair skies, a cool breeze. Bright and sunny. A fine day for a picnic. Plenty of food and leisure for all, really. The country was a peaceful place, the only troops seen were the border patrols who were not very many in number or very trained. The people, however, remained happy and content. Families out for the day, a day of celebration. The anniversary of the day of the founding. The royal family declared all work ceased. Even the patrolmen got a break today. In those rose-tinted times, one could be forgiven for thinking that there was little danger out in the world. That man no longer was primitive or savage enough to kill his fellow. But in truth, all this peace made it so much easier for tragic incidents. Jack had been minding his own goddamn business. The son of a minor noble, he hardly had any duties to begin with and today meant he had even more liberty. He had eaten and drank well, more than he probably should have. He was not a terribly robust youth, slender yet with a wiry strength to him. His skin was sallow, not-quite pale and his hair was a deep, warm brown. He cut a dashing figure, wandering the edge of the neighboring village with no more than a pocketful of pennies and an empty wine bottle. For a long moment there was an uneasy quiet. His nose twitched. A smell of smoke but not meat. Burning. . . hair. He heard screaming, laughter. Rough, raucous laughter that was so out of place. Heavy steps behind him, Jack wasn't armed. He ran but not quite fast enough Getting closer and closer, his pursuer chuckled. Thick hands grabbed him tight and there was a sickening thud. Jack slumped in his captor's grip. He dragged his quarry back towards the main part of the village. Cages upon cages were there, holding as many people as could be captured. A good haul, some were definitely very pretty and possibly virginal. Trainable. It was hours later that Jack woke, cold and shivering. The young noble had been stripped of his clothes, his rings, everything. The only thing he wore were shackles and a thick leather collar to which the shackles were attached to. He had no idea where he was or what was happening. Vulnerable and exposed, Jack huddled. He looked around and realized he was in a cell. Footsteps. The door swung open. Men, large ones, picked him up despite his wriggling and struggling. Effortlessly, they brought him into another room. He was washed carefully, his head wound treated and covered up. His heavy restraints were exchanged for more refined and delicate looking ones, a collar that accentuated the slenderness of his neck, slender silver plated chains. He was then carried again, this time into an antechamber and made to kneel at the foot of a dais. His head was forced down, warned carefully not to look up until told. He spat at the foot of his captor which oddly did not earn any retaliation . . . Yet. What the fuck is going on here? Jack made sure he could be heard, I demand you let me go, you useless barbarians!
Thread: A work in progress (KingSandy and DivineGlaGlenn)

By the gasp or rather the sigh, he knew his words were not new, were even somewhat expected. It seemed his crudity in diction was not unnoticed by the crowd of smug bastards. They seemed most disturbed by his volume though. What, did they expect all prisoners to be like cattle? Jack gritted his teeth, staring at the shoes. He was not allowed to look up even if he tried, he was sure some pan-sized hand would push him back down. He wasn't about to deal with the humiliation of being manhandled further. At least, not without just cause. Not just yet. The golden shoes must belong to someone important. He dubbed this person the Grand High Bitch and would address in kind once he figured a tiny bit more of his situation. A decision that was woefully unprepared for the calm rebuttal. Jack snarled. The fuck I'm not. Now, let me go you shiny blonde Bitch. This time his head was raised to look upon his captor. A pretty woman but with a cold and haughty expression that already set Jack's teeth on edge. You have no right to keep me a prisoner, conquering jackass or not. He quivered with suppressed rage as she rather icily told him that she was a collector and that she'd collected the rest of the village, too. Of everything she wanted. Who was this sublime egomaniac? Jack spat on the hem of her dress. There, that's my name. That's all you get. The woman paced around him. Laid a hand on his ass, commenting about it. Jack had nowhere to go from that invasive touch. She was handed something long and thin. Dangling. . . Oh, she wasn't going to. Jack was shoved down with a foot, ungentle hands adjusting his legs so his ass was up in the air, his legs parted slightly for better access. He felt it slide into him, the feather was almost ticklish but the movement rough but not quite painful. He squirmed and muttered silent oaths. The pain, the humiliation of being violated like this put a temporary hold on his words. The damning part being the prod drifting over something in him that . . . felt good. Now Jack felt dirty. He jerked and yelped as the whip slashed his flesh and he almost immediately sat backwards, feeling the red hot line across his cheeks. He glared at Syla with murder in his eyes, fists clenched. This time it cracked against his face and Jack fought hard not to reel backwards from the pain. He spat at her again. He stiffened as she stroked his cock, his balls. but he remained kneeling. Make me stand, hag-face.
Thread: A work in progress (KingSandy and DivineGlaGlenn)

Gone delusional? Jack pondered this phrase while seething inwardly at her invasive little gestures. She poked and prodded with the handle and Jack again felt that strange dirty feeling that felt almost good. He wasn't going to say a damn thing anymore. Two slaps had him reeling. He clenched his jaw shut even as Syla pushed him by his balls into a crouch while her men yanked him up all the way to his feet. He tugged his chin from her grip, scratching himself in the process. Her nails were quite sharp and Jack was not in the mood for caring if he marked up his face. He simply stared into her eyes with a bleak, empty look that said it all he wasn't going to simply bow down and kiss her ring, he wasn't going to even let her know who he was, let alone his name. If she could earn that, then probably. But there was nothing she could do to him to make him speak. He hoped it was clear. He was tired of shouting and he was tired of his responses drawing her laughter, her unconcern and the angry outrage of her sycophants. He watched her curiously as she declared her victory over his little battle. He was knelt near the chair, facing the door. Her leg was set on top of his shoulder, uncomfortably weighing on him. And then Jack understood. Under his breath, he whispered a shocked Oh no, as he saw the two prisoners being brought in. Roderick, the vintner's son and . . . Not Zel. She was too young for all this. Too innocent. She hadn't ever seen a man naked, let alone any of this sort of terror. He winced as Roderick called out. He'd hoped to keep his name a secret but this was clearly one encounter he wasn't going to win. Poor Zel looked more than humiliated for being chained and naked. Handled and groped by all of these rough-pawed men. The sound of the whip against Roderick made Jack wince in shared pain. Leave them alone, Jack whispered hotly, straining to look back at their tormentor. I'm. . . I'm the one that offended. She was one devious bitch, Jack had to admit. He could not bear to see Roderick suffering for him, not like this. These savaged would do unspeakable things to get what they wanted and that was not something he wanted to dwell on. But this last. . . request was too much. He had to pick. Whether he let them whip Roderick senseless or take Zel and obviously destroy that innocence that had probably warranted her capture. Roderick was sniffling but attempting to plead with his eyes that Jack not do this. He sat, agonizing. He couldn't do this. He could not simply take Zel, not in front of this insane woman and her vile court but what would happen to Roderick? One or the other. . .Or maybe a third option if she was willing to listen Jack finally accede to her demands. No, I-I will not, not Zel. Anything else you ask. . . I'll do so long as it doesn't harm either of these two. The next words felt bitter as bile in his mouth, Please. I'll do anything else you want, just. . . leave them alone. Two more vile, disgusting words, My M-m-mistress. He barely got them out.
Thread: A work in progress (KingSandy and DivineGlaGlenn)

Jack had given up a good measure of his pride in order to spare Roderick but this evil woman wasn't generous. He should have guessed the conceding slightly would earn him nothing. Jack bit back tears of frustration. Her hand was gentle and patronizing, running through his hair. He'd have to watch his mouth, for Roderick and Zel's sake. the young noble knew that he was failing on fundamental level here. As the heir for their region, both Roderick and his sister were nominally under his protection. And there was no easy answer here, this crazy bitch wasn't letting that happen. And Jack would have to bow or see his charges suffer. He ground his teeth, looking away from those knowing, smug eyes. He was made to look at Roderick, welted and bleeding. Zel, nude and confused. Sights he'd never wished to see. Wished he could forget. Earned the right? Would earning that right save these two? Jack flinched as the whip struck home again. He watched as the man drew Roderick's pain-strained face up, brutally tugging at the lad's hair. Again and again. Jack twitched violently each time. He was sure that Syla could feel him move, feel his mental anguish. She was enjoying it, he was sure. The smell of warm iron filled the air. They really were flogging the boy now, hard. Cutting skin from bone. Jack knew if this kept up that Roderick would die, from the beating or his wounds. He shook and trembled, mumbling to himself. He jumped as arms wrapped around him, that voice grinding against his skin. The more he waited. . .He closed his eyes tightly. What to do. Zel. . . Stop saying that it's okay. He didn't want this. No one did. But he had to save Roderick. One choice. Gods help him, one choice. He opened his eyes and looked at the floor very hard. He could not make eye contact. He would kill that white haired servant later. Right now, he had to stop all of this. I'll do it. I'll fucking. . .take her. Just please, stop hurting him. He was crying. His lip bled from biting it so hard. Forgive me, Zel, Roderick. . . I'll do it, woman. However you want me to, I'll fuck her.
Thread: A work in progress (KingSandy and DivineGlaGlenn)

The whip struck Roderick again. This time, his weight collapsed. He was rendered in a laying position on his stomach, head lowered and dry lips opened to release a lasting moan. His back was caked in blood, his own, the Flesh opened unable to heal properly given that the whip continued to smack already open wounds. He was shaking. Forced to be brought back up on his knees, ass raised in the air, the whip pelted him there, in between. He wouldn't be good For anything. He could no longer look at Jack nor his sister, those blue eyes closed tightly, pained groans escaped him, the whip hit him again. Syla Felt Jack's twitching. One on the verge to giving in. Eventually they always did. Everywhere. Including the ones in this room, under her command, they'd been easy to break, threatening their Families, inflicting the same horror. Inwardly did she smile, hearing the whip cracking against skin, breaking it. Scarring it. All would be reminded about what took place here. Her arms circled around his body, a Feature he would have to grow use to, they would couple soon. When ever she called For it. The longer the nobleman's son waited, the more the other two would pay. Roderick battered and Zel about to lose her virginity by some stranger. You better do something. Syla whispered in his ear, her tongue seeped out between her lips digging inside deep, Syla nibbled on the lobe some making eye contact with the amber-eyed servant bringing the struggling Zel into his lap. His hands massaged her stomach rising to take hold to her breasts, he Flicked her nipples between his Fingers hearing the protest in her voice, she shook her head. Jack.... The whip struck again. As Syla played with his lobe, she stopped a moment when he gave in. She breathed in coming around his Front where she saw those tears, the blood on his lip. What did you say? I didn't hear you. He would do it. It is not them you need to be asking Forgiveness, they're mere cattle. Her hand raised, one last slash coated Roderick's skin then abruptly the whipping stopped. The blonde boy let out a sigh, he Fell down writhing, his blood Fresh. Give me a good show. Syla wiped Jack's eyes. Those tears won't shed where we are going. The woman pushed away From him, she returned back to her chair settling a slipper on his backside to push him Forward. Against Zel whom was still in that servant's lap. It is okay.... She opened her eyes when the whippings to Roderick stopped, all because Jackk would do what was required. No, it really wasn't okay. She'd thought about him on many occasions, daydreams, but to actually be with him, to have sex, Zel never imagined it. Like this. Tears Filled her eyes. The one behind her did not move. He instead spread her legs, bending them at the knees, his eyes still locked with Syla's, unspoken words moved between them. He would not move unless instructed by his Mistress.
Thread: A work in progress (KingSandy and DivineGlaGlenn)

Jack stared at Roderick's prone body. His strength had given out. He hadn't thought the lad capable of staying so quiet. But he saw the chewed up lip. He'd been holding back other than the occasional outburst about his sister. The blood coated his back like some macabre paint, running down the pale skin. And then, to Jack's utter horror, they picked him back up. They forced him into the position and whipped again and again. He could just imagine the wounds healing painfully. How stiff the boy's back and legs would be. . . for days, months or even years. And he was no longer pretty and unmarked. What fate would be for him now? If Jack assumed that his looks and Zel's had prompted different treatment, what would happen to poor Roderick now that he was a mess of cuts and blood? Jack felt ill. And there was her arms around him. A grotesque parody of a lover's embrace. The young noble felt her like a weight on his back, pressuring him into making his move. Syla's honey-poison voice sinking fangs into him as she laid lips on his earlobe. Something feverish in those lips which Jack could feel as a slightly unpleasant warmth. The servant took Zel into his lap and it was all Jack could do not to leap towards them. He had no idea what he would do, chained as he was but the idea of biting out that son of a bitch's throat seemed really, really tempting. He'd spit the blood of her favored servant all over her goddamn dress. . . But his concession had rung one thing. The whipping stopped. Roderick was allowed to settle, to relax. Hopefully they would treat him afterwards but not after the boy got to see the show. About how life was hopeless here unless you did what you were told. Jack shook his head slightly. What a terrible lesson for a young man. For anyone. She let him go, pushed him forward. Syla'd almost been tender in wiping away his tears. As if trying to reassure him of the rightness of his submission. Or something. Jack was no longer thinking straight. I'll try to be gentle, okay? Jack whispered to Zel as he tried not to simply fall on top of her. These chains were rather useless and in the way. He set his lips on the crook of the girl's neck, sucking and licking at the sensitive skin. Trying to get her wet and in the mood so that penetration would not hurt as much. . . Unwillingly his body responded to the act that was so familiar with him, tending to a woman. But he took his time, kissing and licking tenderly every place he could reach. And then he slowly, ever-so-slowly thrust himself inside of Zel. He heard her gasp at that, the sudden pain, the feeling of being filled by something. He knew it hurt but better him than being raped by a stranger. Jack moved his hips gently, in and out of the girl, eyes shut tightly. He whispered constantly, Sorry, Zel, so sorry. . . Out loud all he said was, Is this to your liking?
Thread: A work in progress (KingSandy and DivineGlaGlenn)

Jack almost froze in his movement as Roderick was taken away. Worried that he would die from the blood loss or infection. Considering the treatment he was being shown with none of the rules expected for nobility, he had little hope for Roderick's recovery if no one helped him at all. But what could he do right now? Zel called out to the retreating body of her brother. Was he even conscious anymore? Jack sighed, forcing back tears, again. He resolved that he could no longer afford to be seen crying again. He had to be strong for his people. For Zel. Roderick's last plea penetrated the stubborn anger and the sinking humiliation that permeated Jack. Don't let them hurt her. Very well. He would not. He laughed mentally at the irony. It may mean that he would have to hurt her so that she was spared much worse. Despite being as gentle and harmless as he could be as he teased a reaction out of the poor girl, he knew that it would grow more painful if he were to thrust just a little harder. Jack flinched visibly as his ministration brought unwilling pleasure to his friend. She exposed herself to him and he almost groaned with despair at this. She was tight, of course. Warm and slick and everything that one expected out of a pretty virgin. But Jack couldn't enjoy this and felt sour. His body did not agree with his hangups, it was enjoying itself quite thoroughly with each slow thrust. He moved just enough to go inward, trying as hard as he could to spare her any pain. And Jack felt another crack, one of the mind. She wrapped a leg around him and Jack whispered silently, No. . .no. . . He stared at a loss into her eyes. A kick to his backside. Harder? Jack obeyed. He increased his pace ever so slightly so that his thrusts were a bit more powerful, reached deeper. He wasn't going faster so much as he was going harder. A thrust that would rock her backward. He said nothing, retreating to his own little happy place. How long will this take before Syla was satisfied. . . Jack hoped to blank out until she told him to stop. His suffering was beginning to take hold.
Thread: A work in progress (KingSandy and DivineGlaGlenn)

Jack frowned, anxious. Zel seemed to be going through several different feelings at once and not one of them put Jack at ease. Her looks put out words that Jack knew and understood. How she had longed for him. For this. Talked up by the girls that Jack had put attentions to, only for the fun of bedding someone. It had been easy, really. A rich young man, handsome and willing was easily able to convince a young lady to part with her virtue. No matter who or what, in the village, Jack had had his fun. Most girls understood what it was, just fun. Not that damning thing that the churches said or the parents, too. Just roses and sighs and a lover's thighs. But Zel, Jack had never pursued her. Too young for his taste, too innocent. Furthermore, Jack had actually like Roderick and considered his sister off-limits as an extension of their friendship. Apparently, Zel had had different thoughts. The hurt on her face as, the confusion was almost too much for Jack to stand. He didn't mean for this to happen or if this had occurred, not like this. He would never have bedded her like this. No need to be public about it in any form. A gentleman was always discrete when it same to his pleasure or business. But Zel's body and her moans we getting to him. He could feel the pressure building and he didn't like the idea at all. The young noble saw the servant's hands teasing and tugging at Zel's nipples, heightening her pleasure and obviously hurting her. The woman circled, taunting him. Jack was indeed getting closer and closer to filling the poor girl with his seed. He grimaced the way the servant sucked on that gloved finger. Silently obedient and always lewd, lecherously open. Was that to be Jack's fate? To be that silent whore that this woman simply paraded around in a mockery of affection? He sighed, trying to abate his pace slightly. But his body moved almost automatically. Don't make her do it? You will become broken, Jack could make head nor tails of this warning. Her crooning voice and riddling words were simply sources of agitation. His body ached, screamed to finish. Jack knew from how Zel's pussy tightened around his shaft that she too was very close. And then suddenly, she stiffened, her voice crying out. Jack felt liquid soak him down there and even somewhat across his chest. Zel was a squirter. . . How-Jack cut off his own thoughts. Jack stared sympathetically at the spent girl, arching unwillingly deeper as Syla probed his tight little hole. This proved to be too much along with his thrusts and how tight Zel was. Jack's entire body was quivering with tension and then he melted, at his Mistress's gentle urge and probing finger, spurting his seed all within Zel. He lay limp, halfway on his side, staring wearily up at Syla. He was too tired to glare, to be angry. Come for you. . . He whispered somewhat bitterly, closing his eyes in utter shame.
Thread: A work in progress (KingSandy and DivineGlaGlenn)

An audience. Yes. Syla grinned, another real emotional act though not by much. She looked at his expression, the lowering gaze. Did he know what she meant? Truly he did. Zel was catching the looks between them, hearing the words, her deep blue eyes focused on the one having taken her virginity, still they'd not gotten the chance to talk and it was a wonder whether or not they ever would. Syla approached Jack reaching down below to hold his cock in her palm. And you will please me boy, right in my carriage. We both will scream until our throats can no longer do so. Tis nice to know that you are the obedient one...though I cannot help but wonder, to what extent. She brought her mouth over his knowing full well the girl he'd slept with was staring. Zel turned her gaze to the ground, her own bare feet, quivering legs and the soreness between them. She raised her head as to wonder where Roderick had been taken. Was he alright... And thoughts returned to Jack.. His touch. What they did. It was to satisfy Syla but then she couldn't help but feel some draw to it. Zel shook her head. She stole another glance to Syla's long arms reaching around Jack's neck, her body pressing to his. For your people, you almost sound as though you care, you really don't. I know you don't. We as humans tend to think about ourselves and nothing more. She removed her arms trailing a finger across his chest, her lithe movements to the lead carriage meant that was their destination. Servants immediately rushed to push ahead the two while one was on que to open the door for Syla. He held her hand, kissing it. She did not look at him while climbing inside upon seats made to a fine leather cushion, black in color. The scent inside was one to a lavender vanilla. The Mistress pressed down her dress crossing her legs. Zel and Jack would be brought inside, the carriage was big enough to house at least seven people. Three servants also climbed inside, two sitting on Zel's opposite while one on Jack whom was to sit beside Syla. The blonde woman ran a hand through her hair emotionlessly. She directed her hand down below, the servant shoved Jack on the floor. Now how are you going to please me Jack? Syla asked him, her eyes looked directly into Zel's own, outside the carriage there were screams heard, voices hushed, and the lead carriage began to strike forward with all the occupants it would carry inside.