The Elven Chronicles

Episode Three

The Fugitive Bride

 

Chapter 3  The Honeymoon

 

Honoria crouched miserably near the foot of the bed.  She dared not sleep beside the Duke for fear that he would awaken and decide that he wanted her again.  Nor did she dare go to the window and scream for help.  The Duke had chosen the room well.  It was on the side of the castle away from the courtyard and it was unlikely anyone would hear her and even if they did what would they do?  Her cries would almost certainly awaken the Duke and there was no telling what he would do to her before help arrived. 

 

And so she sat shaking in fear, trying desperately to think of some way to get a message to her father or mother.  Surely once they knew the truth they would annul the marriage, but she was cut off from her servants and there was no one she could trust among the Duke’s entourage.

 

With a groan the Duke stirred.  Sitting up he looked around the room.  “Where is my blushing bride?” he asked.  Swinging his legs over the side of the bed he staggered forward and caught sight of her. 

 

“Get up,” he roared.  “I will not have my wife lying on the floor like a dog.  And why are you clothed?  I did not give you permission to dress.  For the three days of our honeymoon you will be nude.”

 

Honoria’s fingers fumbled at the lacings of her dress as she hurriedly loosened her bodice and let the dress slide from her body.  She stood with one arm across her breasts and her hand over her nether region.  “What is this?” the Duke rumbled.  “I am your husband.  You conceal nothing from me.”  He turned his back on her and urinated loudly into the chamber pot.  He had not bothered to dress and his hairy, muscular body loomed over her.”

 

“I am sorry, my lord,” Honoria replied.  She tried not to cringe as she stood before him and let her arms fall to her sides giving him a full view of her body.

 

The Duke finished relieving himself and pulled on a shirt and pair of tight-fitting trousers.  “I am going for breakfast.  I will have something sent up for you.  In the meantime clean yourself up.  You look like something the dogs dragged in.”  He turned as if to go and then suddenly stopped.  “What is that?” he asked, pointing to a small mark on her inner thigh. 

 

“It is nothing, my lord.  A birthmark is all.  I have always had it.”

 

He leaned toward her and looked closely at the small red discolouration.  It was the only blemish on her otherwise flawless skin, but she had never given it any thought until now.  “It looks like a skull.  You have the mark of death upon you.”

 

“I am sorry it displeases you, my lord,” Honoria quaked, but I cannot change it.”

 

“Perhaps I will have it burned away.  It will depend on how well you please me from now on.”  He moved to the door and opened it.  “When I return I will expect you to be ready for me.” 

 

Honoria burst into tears as the Duke slammed the door behind him.  Overcome with misery she slumped down on the floor and wept uncontrollably for several minutes.  But gradually she pulled herself together.  “I am the daughter of a king,” she thought.  “I will not behave like this.  I will not let the Duke break me.”  She got to her feet and emptied the washbasin out the window and then refilled it from the pitcher on the sideboard.  Taking a washcloth and a piece of perfumed soap she carefully washed her entire body, even where it hurt to wash. 

 

It was an improvement.  She couldn’t do anything about the numerous bruises, especially those on her buttocks and the one on her left cheek, but she could comb her hair.  She picked up the fine jewel-encrusted comb and dragged it through her ebon tresses, gradually restoring them to order.  Then she returned to the bed.  It was fortunate that it was a fine autumn day.  The absence of clothing did not pose too great a problem.  But she was still cold.  Her up-tilted nipples stood erect and goose bumps stood out on her skin.  Huddling on the bed she drew the blanket around her and kept her ears open for the sounds of the Duke’s return.  She would throw it off and jump to the floor before he entered the room.   That was her plan, but it didn’t quite work out that way.

 

The sound of the door opening jerked her awake.  Her ordeal and fear had reduced her to such a state of exhaustion that she had fallen asleep in spite of her determination to awake at the Duke’s return.  To her relief, however, it was not the Duke who entered, but two female servants carrying several bowls of food.  They looked at her strangely but asked no questions as the set the food on the sideboard and then turned and left.  Honoria realized that she must have looked a strange sight.  A princess of Sallia reduced to sitting naked on the bed, her body covered in bruises.  She had a moment of hope.  Perhaps the servants would report what they had seen to her father, but then she realized that as the Duke’s servants they were probably far too frightened  or loyal to do anything like that. 

 

She gazed at the food as the servants closed the door and the bolt was shot home.  She had hardly eaten anything at the wedding feast and in spite of her constant fear she found she had an appetite.  She quickly consumed the assortment of bacon, cheeses, bread, and fruit that had been brought to her and emptied the flagon of wine. 

 

The food and wine seemed to return warmth to her body and she cast aside the blankets.  This time she would not be caught napping when the Duke returned. 

 

She waited and this time the Duke did not draw out his arrival.  A half hour after she had eaten the door opened.  This time the Duke did not slam it back against the wall, but his menacing presence filled the chamber, nevertheless.  “So,” he said.  “You have obeyed at least some of my instructions.  But I have learned from my guards that you attempted to steal away this morning while I still slept and my servants tell me that you used the blankets of the bed to hide your body.”

 

“My lord I…” Honoria began. 

 

“Silence!  I gave you no leave to speak.  I see you still have not learned proper subservience and that you still retain that stubborn ‘spirit.’  Very well, I will enjoy beating it out of you.”

 

Honoria opened her mouth to protest, but realized she had not yet been given leave to speak.  What could she do?  If she tried to defend herself she would further anger the Duke, but if she did not she would almost certainly be punished.  “Please, my lord,” she cried, falling to her knees.  “Please let me speak.”

 

The Duke smiled down at her, but his face held not the slightest hint of compassion.  “Princess Honoria of Sallia, naked and at my feet.  It is something that a few years ago I would not have dreamed possible.  I will bend you to my will, impregnate you and use your child to claim the throne of Sallia for myself.  And I will begin by having you suck on this.”

 

The Duke unlaced his trousers displaying his half erect phallus.  “Suck it, wife,” he ordered.  “Suck it before I punish your disobedience.”

 

Honoria swallowed, horrified at what she was being asked to do.  It had been terrifying enough to have the Duke’s phallus forced inside her, but to be ordered to take it into her mouth!  But she had no choice.  She would do anything to avoid another painful beating and she had already sinned twice in the Duke’s eyes.  She dared not refuse. 

 

She raised her head, closed her fingers over the swelling phallus and put it between her lips.  “That’s it, Princess.  Now suck it hard.”

 

He helped show her how, by taking hold of her hair and pulling her head back and forth.  He moaned loudly as his huge member stiffened to a full erection.  It was so stiff and hard that Honoria was forced to get up off her knees so she could forth her mouth down on it from above and then the Duke suddenly pulled out of her jerked her to her feet and hurled her onto the bed.

 

“I don’t want to waste my seed,” he explained.  Although Honoria was far from ready he thrust into her.  If anything it was more painful the second time than the first.  Her swollen vagina had not had time to heal from the brutal forced entry of their wedding night and she screamed in pain.  “Go ahead, Princess,” the Duke laughed.  “I have let it be known that you make a good deal of noise when we make love.  No one will think anything different no matter how much pain you are in.”

 

“Aaaaagghh!  Honoria’s answer was an even louder scream as he penetrated her fully and then began slide in and out of her, each movement of his massive member ripping the lining of her love canal like sandpaper.  “Nnooooo!” she screamed.  “Please stop!” 

 

But the Duke did not stop.  Not until he was completely satisfied.  Honoria fought to escape the sexual torture, but the Duke seized each of her wrists in one of his huge hands and pinned her arms over her head and then thoroughly enjoyed her writhing body.  Slowly his slid his member in and out of her until it was slick with Honoria’s blood and the little bit of lubrication her body finally provided.  Sweat dipped on her from the Duke’s huge body, mixing with her own sweat and tears. 

 

“Aaahhh!” Honoria cried as his teeth once again found her nipples and he sucked on and worried each of the rose-pink nubs like a dog with a bone.  Screaming was all that she could do as the Duke took whatever pleasure he wanted from her.  Finally, he released into her with an exaggerated groan of pleasure and then, his sexual urges temporarily sated, the Duke climbed off her panting body. 

 

Honoria sobbed loudly, but the Duke just laughed.  “You’ll get used to it, Princess.  It won’t kill you.  I need the child your womb will produce.  With a son I will have a claim on the Sallian throne.”

 

“But my father still rules,” Honoria sobbed. 

 

“As long as he lives,” the Duke grinned.  “But if he should die before the queen gives him a male heir…”

 

The scope of the Duke’s ambition horrified her.  Instead of strengthening his realm through a marital alliance her father had given the Duke the opening he needed to seize power.  If she were to produce a son the Duke could use him to claim the throne in his son’s name, but it would be the same as if the Duke was in power, as the Duke would rule from behind the throne. 

 

Of course, it would require that her father died prematurely, but the Duke had as much as stated that he would not stop short of murder.  “I will not let you do it,” Honoria blurted, her own pain forgotten in a surge of anger.  

 

“Three days may not be enough time,” the Duke mused.  He glowered at her.  “It is time I gave you another lesson in proper behaviour.”  Before Honoria could retreat to a safe distance he snapped up her left wrist in a bone crushing grip.  Honoria howled with pain as he savagely twisted it behind her back.  For a few seconds she thought her arm would break, but the Duke eased up on the pressure after he had forced her wrist into the centre of her back.  Once again she felt the silken cord being used to bind her wrist.  Once her wrist was tied the Duke took the loose end and looped it around the right side of her neck and back down the left, pulling it tight enough to cut into the skin of her throat.  Then he grabbed her right arm and crossing it over her left tied it tight with the loose end, leaving her wrists tied so high on her back that her shoulders were almost dislocated.  However, with the rope looped about her neck any attempt to relieve the painful strain threatened to choke her. 

 

Constrained in this painful bondage he rolled her over on the bed and tied her ankles together preventing her from doing anything but lying helplessly awaiting his mercy.  Finished with his preparations, the Duke went to the door, opened it and spoke to one of the guards outside.  He then returned and loomed over her.  He palmed her right breast, gently massaging the soft flesh.  “It is a shame that you were so poorly raised.  You are certainly the most beautiful woman I have ever seen and promise to become even more beautiful as you mature.  You are a fitting consort for a king, but first you must be taught how to behave.”

 

Honoria flinched under his touch, but the Duke did nothing other than continue to stroke her breast until there was a light rap at the door.  The Duke left her momentarily and then quickly returned.  In his hand he was holding a pair of crude iron pliers and the way he looked at Honoria almost made her bladder contract.

 

“What are you … “Aaggghh!”  She screamed in agony as he closed the pliers over the nipple of her right breast. 

 

“A useful tool this,” the Duke said.  “It can inflict considerable pain without doing any permanent damage.  My first wife screamed for hours before I finally decided to put her out of her misery.”

 

“Aaaahhaaah!” Honoria shrieked as the Duke turned his attention to her other nipple. 

 

“”That’s a bit too much noise for lovemaking,” the Duke said, clamping his free hand over her mouth.  “I wouldn’t want your father to attempt to interrupt your training.”

 

“Mmmmppphh!!” Honoria cried as the pliers clamped on the lips of her vulva. 

 

“Such a pretty little cunt,” the Duke observed as he moved the pliers around the entrance to her garden of heaven.  Honoria screamed at each cruel touch of the pliers.  It was as the Duke had observed: the pliers were incredibly painful without inflicting any injury that could not heal.  And the Duke tested them on every part of her body from her breasts and genitals to the flesh of her inner thighs, reducing Honoria to a screaming wreck.  He only stopped when he once again achieved an erection.

 

Untying her ankles, he forced her legs apart once again.  This time he left her gagged while he raped her.  Honoria stopped screaming before the end, but not because she had stopped trying.  Her voice was so hoarse that nothing would come out.  Finally, lurching off her exhausted and tormented body, he pulled on his trousers once again and then untied her wrists.  “Cover yourself,” he ordered as he moved to the door.  “I will be sending someone in here to bring you food and bath water.  I want you cleaned up by the time I return.”

 

Almost too weak to move, Honoria simply lay where she was after the Duke had left.  But her fear did not let her lie there long.  She rolled to one side of the bed and pulled the blankets over her just as the door opened to admit two young women carrying bowls of food as before.  They were followed by two more carrying a steaming tub of water.  Their deliveries made, the four women left the room and once again closed and bolted the door.  Honoria made no move to leave the bed.  She lay moaning and weeping until finally she lapsed into an exhausted slumber. 

 

She awoke so sore that she could barely move, but the fist thing that came into her head was the orders her husband had given her.  Forcing back the pain she managed to make her way to the tub of water.  It was no longer even remotely warm, but she climbed in and did her best to wash anyway, then she climbed out, dried herself on a towel that the girls had brought and ate some of the food.  She did not finish; she was too beaten and exhausted to do more than take a few bites.  Instead she staggered to the bed, crawled beneath the covers, and fell into a tormented sleep.

 

She regained consciousness only when the Duke slapped her awake.  “Wake up, Princess. It is time for me to get a child on you.”  Without waiting for a response he pulled back the covers, pinned her to the bed, and forced her legs apart.  Somehow Honoria found the strength to scream.

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