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Chapter
2 The
Prince
Larra Court, artist, adventuress, spy,
archeologist, and explorer strained her magnificent body as she tried to
remain standing. Completely nude,
sweat ran down her silken skin, pooling on the stone
floor. She had already tested
her bonds without result, succeeding only in bringing herself even closer
to exhaustion. Without outside
help there seemed no way that she could
escape.
She standing was in the centre of the ruins
of a temple-like structure, her arms stretched out to the side and secured
by shackles to stone columns. Rows
of pillars ran down the outside of the building, supporting what was left
of massive stone lintels that held up portions of the shattered the
roof. Late afternoon sun streamed
through the western colonnade gleaming off her perspiration-soaked
skin. Her chest slowly rose and
fell as she fought back against
exhaustion. She had been standing
since dawn and was close to physical
collapse. Surrounded by stifling
heat and humidity, her body was slowly being leached of its strength, but
she stubbornly remained standing, knowing that if her knees buckled the agony
of hanging by her arms would be even worse.
She wondered at the motives of her
captors. They had marched her
through the forest for several hours before bringing her to what she thought
of as the temple. That march
had been an unpleasant ordeal. Her
arms had been secured by lashing her wrists to a thick branch that had been
placed against the small of her back.
A rope had been placed about her neck and she had been hauled down
narrow forest paths. She had
been allowed no rest and whenever she stumbled she had been jerked to her
feet. Her throat and knees bore
the marks of that trial.
The sun had also left its mark on
her. Although her work outdoors
had left her face and arms tanned, beneath her clothing Larra’s skin
had been the colour of rich cream.
It was now reddened and blistered from the exposure to the harsh rays
of the tropical sun. Her skin
felt as if it was on fire, and the already intense pain promised further
agony.
However, there was one thing her captors had
not done, at least not yet. They
had made no effort to sexually molest
her. Other than stripping her
naked they had left her alone, but they were not above subjecting her to
their own form of psychological torture.
A few feet away on a stone pedestal was a
jug of water. It was tantalizingly
out of reach, but Larra knew it was water as the men guarding her made a
point of filling the cup beside it every now and then and drinking it in
front of her. The fact that she
could not have drunk the water with her wrists chained was beside the
point. She was completely dehydrated
and her tongue was actually swollen from lack of water.
She had no idea who her captors
were. They were different in
appearance from the Javanese and Malays she had hired as part of her expedition,
but they were dressed like the bas-reliefs carved into the walls of the ruins
she had been excavating. She
suspected that they were probably related to the Dayak tribesmen who were
common in the region near the small and isolated town of
Her captors were small and compact, their
brown bodies were clothed in garments well-suited to the hot and humid rainforest
environment, consisting of little more than a kilt-like garment that extended
to just above their knees.
They were armed primarily with spears and swords with the occasional
archer sporting his bow and arrows.
The language they spoke was unintelligible to her, not that it mattered
much, as other than jabbing their spears into her when she moved too slowly,
they had made no effort at meaningful
communication.
It appeared that they were waiting for the
oppressive heat and the almost suffocating humidity to wear her
down. Although what that might
gain them she had no idea.
Her mind turned to the fate of the other members
of her expedition. She cursed
her bad luck. Seeking a quiet
place to recover from her ordeal in
For awhile everything had gone
well. As a reward for her services
the British government had proved transport for her and her family, as well
as allowing one of her companions to accompany
her. They had settled into a
small hill village close to the ruins.
It provided Larra with convenient access to the archeological site
while at the same time allowing her to keep her two oldest children close
by. Her career had not always
allowed her to be with twelve-year-old James and seven-year-old Lin Yao and
she relished the opportunity to have them
near.
Each day she and her children had headed out
to the ruins. Her female companion,
Jia Li had gone with her. While
the children had played among the ruins of the ancient temples Larra had
carried out her investigation of the
site.
It was not meant to be a serious archeological
expedition, merely a preliminary survey of the area to ascertain if there
was anything worth investigating further.
It did not take Larra long to discover that the ancient ruins encompassed
an area much larger than previously
thought. As a result she began
to map the site in an attempt to locate the main buildings and determine
the full extent of the ruins. She
was involved in this activity when she had been rudely
interrupted.
A score of warriors had emerged from the
undergrowth and she had been helpless to deal with
them. Only a few feet away James
and Lin Yao were “helping” her with the
survey. Although armed with her
Browning .45, Larra knew that any attempt to resist would endanger her children
and so she had stood helplessly while she had first been disarmed and then
bound. She had not seen her children
since that time and that fact caused her considerably more anguish than anything
being done to her. The fear that
her children might be facing some horrible ordeal had her experiencing a
terror that only a mother could
understand.
Her motherly instinct had her near
panic. “I’ve got to
get out of here,” she thought.
She tested her chains for about the twentieth time and was rewarded
with nothing more than a metallic clink.
They were unyielding. There
could be no escape without assistance.
At that moment something happened to distract
her from her plight. At the far
end of the temple a procession appeared.
As it moved closer she saw that that it consisted of a number of the
same brown-skinned men who had captured her with one important
difference. Striding toward her
was a taller man dressed in what could only be described as imperial
regalia. The man was clearly
a higher ranking member of the people who had captured her, sporting a high
and ornate crown studded with gems.
A long robe flowed from his shoulders although his chest was bare
and he wore a finer version of the same kilt the men escorting him
wore.
He approached to within five paces of Larra
and seemed to study her. He did
not speak, but simply gave what seemed to be a nod of
approval. Then turning to a member
of his escort he spoke a few quiet words.
One of the men approached and stooping placed
his hand over Larra’s mons veneris.
“Bastard!”
Tired as she was, Larra’s reaction was
instantaneous. If the man probing
her vaginal region thought she was too exhausted to react, he got a rude
awakening. Larra’s right
foot made solid contact with his midriff, hurling him to the stone floor
in a breathless heap.
The man who Larra took to be some sort of
high-ranking noble and his entourage stared at her with
amazement. Clearly they were
stunned by her unexpected reaction.
The man she had kicked, however, was more than
stunned. Gasping for breath he
somehow managed to get to his feet.
His face was a mask of rage.
Holding a hand over his sternum he lurched toward one of the men in
the escort and grabbed his spear.
Raising the weapon he stepped toward Larra with the clear intent of
driving it into her helpless body.
A shout from the noble halted
him. There was a quick exchange
of angry words and the man stepped back, lowering the spear, then the noble
stepped forward and took a much closer look at his helpless female
prisoner. He seemed to come to
a decision. Turning to his escort
he snapped out a few short commands and then with a swirl of silken robes,
he and most of the men with him,
departed.
Six men remained, including the one Larra
had kicked. The latter glowered
at her, but made no effort to do her any
harm. Instead he spoke to the
other five men and they closed in on her.
Unlike the first time they made careful effort not to stand within
range of her obviously dangerous feet.
Closing in from both sides they attached ropes to her ankles and pulled
her legs slightly apart, effectively rendering her
helpless. Then one of them produced
an iron collar and secured it about her neck, locking it into place with
a metal ring much like a heavier version of those used on a key
chain. It would not be difficult
to remove provided Larra could reach it with her
hands. However, her captors had
thought of this as well. A chain
was girdled about her waist and secured at the small of her
back. Then her wrists were attached
to the chain with crude manacles.
Able to move her hands only a few inches she was effectively
helpless.
The man she had kicked nodded in satisfaction
as he studied her. He said something
in a manner that could only be interpreted as a derogatory remark and then
motioned to the other men.
Attaching a chain to the collar about Larra’s neck they then
led her away from the pillars where she had been
imprisoned.
Close to the end of her strength, and desperate
for water, Larra followed, trying not to stumble or
falter. She expected the worst,
and so was surprised when she was escorted into the shade of a section of
the temple that still stood and allowed to sit on a broken piece of
masonry. Equally surprising was
the fact that there were several young women
there. They were dressed in gauzy
garments that only partially concealed their bodies, but which provided a
sort of brief modesty, especially when compared to Larra’s
nudity.
The guards did not leave, but neither did
they interfere as the young women clustered about
Larra. After her previous rough
treatment Larra was surprised at what happened
next. She was not released from
the chains, but she was brought both water and
food. With her hands chained
the young women had to help her drink and
eat. Although the arrangement
was awkward, Larra managed to obtain enough water and food to satisfy her,
and while she ate the young women also attended to a few of her personal
needs, washing down her sweat-stained body and rubbing some sort of soothing
salve into her skin which helped to relieve the pain of the sunburn she had
received. They also helped her to attend to a few more personal bodily functions,
screening her from the guards as she relieved
herself.
Grateful as she was for these attentions,
Larra could not help wondering at the motives behind
them. And then there was the
matter of her missing son and daughter.
She knew that they were probably being held prisoner somewhere and
hoped that they had not been subjected to the same harsh treatment she had
received.
By now the sun had descended and torches were
lit. There was no relaxing of
the security, however. Guards
were posted about her and Larra was kept chained, but hammocks were strung
between the pillars and a mosquito-proof awning was erected about her and
the women who served her. Her
female attendants helped her into one of the hammocks, but she got little
sleep; at least not immediately.
She was far too worried about the fate of her
children. Only after several
hours of agonizing did she lapse into an exhausted but restless
sleep.
Morning found her not much more rested than
she had been the night before, although she did feel a little
better. Her sunburn seemed to
have been soothed by the ointments her attendants had applied and the food
and water had helped. She was,
however, still a prisoner as she was immediately reminded by the weight of
the iron collar about her neck and its attendant
chain.
As soon as she awoke the young brown-skinned
women who had attended her the day before swarmed about
her. She attempted without success
to communicate with them, using a bit of the local language that she had
picked up, but they either did not understand her efforts or they were under
orders not to speak to her as they simply ignored everything she
said. Frustrated, Larra was forced
to remain under guard, waited on hand and foot as she could not even perform
the slightest function for herself.
She found the entire situation puzzling as
well as alarming. Her children
were at risk and she was so closely guarded and heavily chained that escape
was impossible. She did not even
know where James and Lin Yao were.
Their fate preyed heavily on her mind throughout the day as she tried
to puzzle out what her captors wanted of
her. The nude state of her body
was a not so subtle hint, but so far except for the man she had kicked no
attempt had been made to molest her, but she could not be certain that situation
would last for long.
Throughout the remainder of the day she remained
vigilant. With nothing to do
but wait she watched her captors.
After awhile she thought she had figured it out; the men who had taken
her prisoner were waiting for something, although exactly what she had no
idea. She also kept her eyes
open for any sign that her guards were becoming
inattentive. There was a chance,
given enough time, that she could free herself from the chains if she was
allowed to work at them long enough.
Unfortunately the men who watched her proved
a dedicated lot. Their eyes never
left her, a situation that made her distinctly uncomfortable considering
her lack of clothing. She noted
that the girls serving her did not wear very much either, but that did not
make her feel much better. During
her many adventures she had found that most men found female beauty extremely
alluring and the fact that she wore nothing at all while the serving girls
were at least partially clothed made her feel quite vulnerable, a feeling
that increased as the sun set and the evening meal concluded.
What brought on the increased apprehension
was a subtle change in the attitude of the women attending
her. Larra could not quite place
it, but she had a distinct feeling that something was going to
happen. The guards seemed to
be watching her ever more closely and she sensed that the serving girls seemed
rather fearful.
Her intuition proved
correct. About one hour after
she had finished the evening meal several new guards
arrived. They did not speak,
but communicated with the points of their
spears. It was very clear that
she was to go with them.
Larra got to her feet, noticing as she did
so that her servants avoided her eyes.
It was not, she decided, a particularly encouraging
sign. Surrounded by spear-carrying
guards she was escorted through the darkened ruined, the way lit by flickering
torches.
She was not taken
far. A five minute walk took
her to a section of the ruins where a series of cloth awnings and walls had
been erected creating a large tent
palace. She was taken inside
and found herself in a luxuriously appointed apartment surrounded on all
sides by walls of silk. Seated
in the centre of the hall was the tall man she had assumed was some sort
of noble. With him was the man
who had dared to touch her. He
spoke as she entered. To her
surprise he spoke Javanese, a language she had some understanding of although
she was far from fluent. What
he said to her, however, was hardly reassuring.
“Kneel before the prince,
woman.” The man’s words
were tinged with scorn and immediately reinforced by her
escort. A hand on either shoulder
pushed Larra not too gently to the floor.
She was not, however, cowed by this reception.
“Who are you to treat me like this?”
she demanded. “I have done
you no wrong.”
“Silence,” the man who had spoken
ordered. Larra’s eyes flicked
to him momentarily. He was shorter
than she was, but probably weighed twenty or thirty pounds more and although
lightly dressed wore a gold chain about his
neck. Although Larra had no idea
what his rank was, the fact that he spoke for the tall man he had called
“the prince” and that the gold chain supported a large gold disk,
indicated that he was some sort of officer or perhaps court
official. This impression was
reinforced by the fact that he held a short gold baton in his right
hand. She had no idea who had
taken her prisoner, but she had been in situations like this often enough
to recognize a hierarchy familiar to palaces and royalty.
Ignoring the man would not be
wise, but she had to know something.
“What have you done with my son and
daughter?” she demanded.
Anger flickered across the man’s
face. He fingered the disk as
he pointed at her. “You
are not to speak unless spoken to.
Lower your eyes or you will be beaten.”
Larra ignored the man and looked directly
at the prince. “My son and
daughter,” she repeated.
“Uggh!” The
blow came from behind her, delivered by one of the
guards. The shaft of his spear
came down hard on her right shoulder, numbing her arm and almost driving
her to the floor.
“You will not speak!” the heavyset
man shouted. He stepped forward
as if to punish her, his gold staff raised, but a word from the prince halted
him. He nodded and smiled toward
Larra. It was a smile of such
insincerity that Larra immediately expected
trouble.
He motioned to the guards and Larra was
immediately helped to her feet.
Then she was dragged across the hall and through an opening in the
silk draperies that sheltered the hall.
She found herself looking through a dark awning into a room on the
other side. Because the place
where she stood was dark she could see into the room, but its inhabitants
could not see her.
Larra inhaled
sharply. Her son and daughter
were seated in the midst of four guards.
James had his armed protectively around Lin
Yao. She clamped her mouth shut,
afraid that her quick intake of breath might have been
heard. The last thing she wanted
to do was distress her children by allowing them to see her naked and
chained.
Behind her the man with the gold staff whispered
into her ear. “Now you will
do as you are told, yes?”
Larra
nodded. She felt a distinct chill
even though the air temperature was still
sweltering. Like any mother she
would do anything to protect her children, even though she knew full well
what that would have to be.
Resignedly she allowed herself to be led back to the prince and went
to her knees in front of him her head bowed.
“Better,” the man she had mentally
catalogued as the chamberlain said.
He spoke again. “In
spite of the fact that you are not pure the prince has decided to honour
you. You will attend him in his
bedchamber and if he finds you pleasing neither you nor your children will
be harmed.”
It was no more than Larra had expected after
seeing her children. She had
known in an instant what was required of her when she had been taken to see
her children. She was trapped,
unable to refuse what was demanded of
her. She remained crouched on
the floor of the chamber, her head bowed in
acquiescence.
She heard the chamberlain utter a command
and felt hands being laid upon her.
She was raised to her feet, not too harshly, and her fetters were
removed one by one. As the collar
was removed from her throat the chamberlain cautioned her once
more. “Your children depend
upon you. It would be a shame
if your son and daughter were turned over to the royal guards for their
amusement.”
Larra was almost
sick. The thought of her
twelve-year-old son and seven-year-old daughter being raped and sodomized
was too horrible to contemplate.
She would do anything to protect
them, even subject herself to the most hideous of
tortures. A wave of hate rose
up inside her that anyone would use such a threat to force her cooperation,
but she willed herself to remain calm.
Somehow she would find a way out of her
predicament. In the meantime,
she would just have to submit to the
unendurable. She kept her head
bowed in submission, knowing that it was imperative that she convince her
captors that she was subdued and compliant.
Her captors, however, were not
foolish. The chamberlain spoke
to her once more. “Your
children will be closely watched as you will
be. The slightest sign of
disobedience will result in a most horrible fate for your
children. Even now they are being
moved to a safe place, so do not suppose that anything you may do will serve
to save them.”
Larra’s last hope of escaping her fate
died. She would have to submit
until she was sure that any escape attempt would
succeed. Inside she almost died
when she considered how long that might
be. She said nothing; her silence
expressing her consent.
The chamberlain
continued. “You will be
returned to your quarters and prepared.
You stink abominably of fear.
It would be well if you prepare yourself to properly please his
majesty.” He said something
to the guards and Larra was escorted from the
room. She was held by chains
stronger than any forged of metal.
She was returned to the enclosure where she
had been fed and bathed. It was
as the chamberlain had said, her presentation before the prince had caused
her to sweat profusely. She was
completely drained, but the exhaustion was emotional rather than
physical.
Immediately she was set upon by the girls
who had attended her before. She
was placed in the perfumed waters of a cool
bath. The water helped to soak
away the tension as well as the muggy tropical
heat. The women busied themselves
washing her long dark hair and combing it out while she lay in the
bathwater. If it had not been
for the fear and apprehension of her upcoming ordeal the experience would
have been extremely pleasant.
Se wondered a bit about the women working
on her. They were all young and
attractive and it seemed strange that they would be part of a temporary
encampment, no matter how luxurious it
was. Then it came to
her. The prince almost certainly
had brought part of his harem with him; the women grooming her were almost
certainly his bedmates.
The bath and hair-washing were only the first
part of her preparation. Her
attendants seemed to have a strong aversion to body
hair. While on expeditions Larra
could not be bothered with the tiresome process of shaving under her arms
and there had been times in her career when she had gone months without bothering
to remove her armpit hair. Her
attendants, however, seemed horrified when they discovered her underarm growth
and proceeded to immediately take a razor to
it. They did not stop there,
however. Although Larra found
the process embarrassing they also took the blade to the growth covering
her mound of Venus. She was grateful
that she was allowed to keep the hair on her head. Helping her from the water
the girls seated her on satin cushions and proceeded to decorate her in a
manner she had never before experienced.
First her finger and toenails were expertly
trimmed and filed. Then they
were painstakingly painted in colours to match her violet
eyes. Next her body was painted
beginning with her hands, which were elaborately stenciled with henna, from
fingertips to elbows. Her breasts
were next. Blue, yellow, and
red dyes were painted with complex patterns that radiated from her nipples
like the rays of a star. While
these motifs were applied her back and ankles were similarly
beautified. Finely, she was bedecked
in gold.
Delicate gold earrings ornamented with gems
were hung from her ears. A heavy
gold chain was secured about her waist, and gold bracelets and anklets were
placed on her wrists and ankles.
Finally, glass beads were woven into her hair, which was arranged
in ornate braids.
Larra felt almost as if she was wearing
armour. Never in her life had
she been so lavishly made up. A
faint hope rose in her. Perhaps
she would not be expected to “serve” the prince when she was so
heavily decorated.
Finally she was deemed
ready. Gossamer robes were arranged
over her body and the guards along with the female attendants escorted her
from the women’s enclosure.
Once again she was taken by a winding path
through the temple ruins. Torches
lit the way and overhead a million stars
sparkled. It would have been
incredibly beautiful had Larra not known what awaited
her. As she accompanied her escort
her heart rate increased until she imagined that the guards and girls escorting
her could hear it.
They reached the prince’s pavilion at
last. The draperies concealing
the interior were pulled aside and Larra was guided through a series of internal
divisions to what she knew was the prince’s
bedroom. He was waiting for her
there, dressed in robes not much more concealing than those she
wore. As she was pushed to her
knees she saw that the prince was a finely made man, tall and
strong. He was narrow of waist
and broad of shoulder. Under
normal circumstances she would probably have found him extremely
attractive. But this was the
man who had ordered the imprisonment of her son and daughter and had dared
to use them as hostages in order to force her into sexual
enslavement.
Larra’s face was cold and impassive,
but she dared not raise her eyes to the
prince. She knew that in this
society such an action would be seen as a
challenge. She did not fear for
herself, but she dared not anger the man who held her children
hostage. To protect her children
she would do what she must, but she would never submit to her forced
degradation.
Selwin, high prince of the
“Tall,” he
thought. Taller than he was,
and more than a head taller than any woman he had ever seen, she stood with
head bowed, but he was not fooled.
This woman was proud and it was indicated in every line of her impressive
physique. He had never seen a
woman like her. Large-breasted,
narrow-waisted and powerfully muscled she seemed a paradox; a woman who was
both lovely and dangerous. Although
older than the women he usually took to his couch, no woman he had ever possessed
had such an aura of power and mystery.
Her white skin appeared flawless, covering smooth muscles that rippled
with her every movement.
He ordered that her head be raised and caught
his breath at the flash of her violet
eyes. He would keep the guards
close. There was a smoldering
danger in this woman that he would have to eliminate.
At the same time she was the
most beautiful women he had ever seen.
Bedding her was going to be like making love to a goddess and his
body was signaling him that it was time to do just
that. He signaled to the
woman’s escort.
Larra was caught off-guard as she was prodded
forward. She had expected that
she and the prince would be left alone.
Only when her female attendants took her arms and helped her to the
pile of cushions that served as a bed did she realize that such was not the
custom of her captors; she would suffer the additional humiliation of being
seduced in front of an audience.
Something in her face must have revealed her
shock and revulsion because the prince smiled slightly as she moved toward
him. He was clearly enjoying
her emotional turmoil. She instantly
veiled her thoughts, her face as blank as
stone. During her life she had
given herself willingly to only a few chosen
lovers. Now she was being to
forced to give herself to a man she immediately despised.
She had known many men like the prince; men
who did not regard women as persons, but simply objects for
pleasure. His eyes devoured her,
his lust unmistakable. He was
clearly unable to see past her body and he was using her children to force
her compliance. She wanted nothing
more than to be given just thirty seconds alone with him.
But it was not to
be. The prince’s guards
remained in the room along with several of the female
attendants. Two of them stood
by him, fanning him with large palm fronds as he lay
waiting. “God,” Larra
thought. “How am I going
to do this?”
The thought of her children made up her
mind. She was two steps from
the prince. She took a slow deep
breath and settled on the couch.
She found the prince ready for
her. More than
ready. He was fully aroused his
penis quivering in expectation.
There was no doubt what he expected her to do with
it.
Slowly Larra reached out and ran her fingers
over the rigid member. The prince
let out a low moan of appreciation.
His fingers went to her face, caressed it, and then pulled her head
toward his groin.
Her full lips found the tip of his aroused
organ. He groaned and moved his
body slightly forcing his shaft into her mouth then he waited for her to
perform.
Larra fought back the urge to decapitate his
manhood. Her strong white teeth
would have made short work of his
phallus. Instead she bobbed her
head, and used her tongue eliciting an immediate response from the
prince. He arched into her, clasping
one hand behind her head and the other seeking her heavy
breasts. His fingers closed over
the soft flesh in a deliberate attempt to hurt her, but Larra ignored the
pain, concentrating on her repugnant
task.
He tightened his grip and she gasped; the
reaction he no doubt wanted. Then
he pulled her head back down and let her finish, while at the same time fondling
whatever part of her body he could reach.
As his rigid member throbbed in response to Larra’s clever tongue
he found her nether region and parted her
lips. It took all of Larra’s
self control to allow him to touch her there, but she knew that it was soon
going to become much worse.
She was filled with shame at her forced
participation, a feeling that was amplified by the fact that she was performing
before an audience, but she remembered why she was doing this and did not
resist as the prince rolled her onto her back and spread her
legs. Her breathing quickened,
her magnificent chest heaving as he moved between her silken
thighs. And then he took
her.
His thrust was
quick. Grunting in triumph he
drove into her, taking possession of her body and completing his
victory. She was his to treat
as he wished.
The prince thoroughly enjoyed his conquest,
raping Larra for well over an hour before shooting his seed into
her. Despite her compliance she
could not regard what was being done to her as anything else but rape and
she hated every second of what the prince did to
her. She would have killed him
if she dared, but she was his to do with as he wished until her children
were safe.
She lay face down on the cushions, the palm
fans directing a flow of air over her sweat-covered
body. She was had been completely
degraded. It was impossible to
imagine a more humiliating experience.
She was quite unprepared for what happened
next.
Her head snapped up at the touch of hands
on her wrists and ankles. She
reacted immediately, but the guards and the prince were ready for
her. Her body thrashed helplessly
as it was drawn taut, her legs spread wide, inviting
invasion. Then she felt the prince
between her thighs once more, this time on top of
her.
“Bastard,” she grunted, even though
she knew the prince could not understand
her. She knew what he was going
to do and fought to prevent it.
She heard a coarse laugh as the prince placed
his hands upon her rounded buttocks and exposed her twin pleasure
gates. The prince apparently
had expected her resistance and was enjoying her attempts to avoid what he
was about to do. That did not
stop her from struggling, however.
She twisted her body attempting to move away from the prince’s
threatening shaft. She was
unfortunately, held too strongly.
One man gripped each of her limbs, pulling them straight out from
her body and several of the female attendants joined in, pinning her to the
cushions while the prince had his way with her.
She grunted in pain as he forced his way into
her. She hated anal intercourse
and had never practiced it with any of her
lovers. Her dislike and fear
of the practice stemmed from her first brutal sexual
experience. It was a sentiment
she had never been able to overcome and her various lovers had never pressed
the issue with her. So greatly
did she loathe the practice that she fought against it without
thinking. It was only as the
prince penetrated her tight anus that she remembered the threat to her
children.
The prince, however, did not seem to mind
her resistance as his triumphant laugh
revealed. He had intended that
she struggle and he intended to hurt her.
He succeeded in that more than he
knew. Larra hid her pain well,
gritting her teeth against the brutal
invasion. The prince worked his
way deep into her, deriving every possible pleasure from the anal rape while
his helpless victim quivered in pain and anger.
And then, just before he climaxed
he withdrew and had one of the female attendants clean his
phallus.
Larra gasped in relief, a relief that was
short-lived. Still held by the
guards and attendants, she could not move from her position on the
bed. She could hear the heavy
breathing of the man who had just brutalized her and sense the movements
of the attendant. She knew that
the prince was not quite finished with her, but there was nothing she could
do to prevent him taking her as often and as cruelly as he
wished.
As he parted her vulva once more she knew
what he was trying to do. He
did not just want to have sex with her, he wanted complete
domination. He wanted to break
her. It was however, something
she had endured before. It would
take more than just a brutal rape to strip her of her will to
resist. As the prince enjoyed
her for the third time she steeled herself and waited for the ordeal to
end.
It came when the prince experienced his second
orgasm. Pulling back from her
he reclined in the cushions allowing the girls with the fans to cool his
overheated body.
For Larra things were a bit
different. She was lifted from
the pile of cushions. Almost
shaking with rage, she remembered her children and controlled the impulse
to strike out at those around her.
It would have been easy
enough. Like most men they were
not expecting much from a woman.
Nevertheless, they replaced the iron collar about her neck and led
her from the room under escort.
Larra went with them
quietly. She would escape, but
now was not the time to try. First
she needed to be sure that any such attempt did not
fail. The lives of her children
were at stake and she could not afford to make any
mistakes. Docilely she allowed
herself to be led back to the place where she had been prepared for her session
with the prince. She kept her
head bowed. Her subdued attitude
would help to lull her guards into a false sense of
security. Let them think she
was a compliant female; it would make it that much easy for her to make her
break when the chance came.
In the meantime, another thought occupied her mind. It was a thought that filled her with dread. She knew as only a woman could know that something irreversible had occurred. She didn’t know how she knew it; especially as it was too soon to be certain, but it was something as real to her as her right arm. She had felt the prince’s seed in her womb. Inside her new life stirred. She was pregnant with the child of the man who had raped her.
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