The
Elven Chronicles
Episode
Three
The
Fugitive Bride
Chapter
5
Bandits
The tall man advanced on
her. Honoria guessed that he
was about thirty years of age with a wiry
build. A small scar marked his
right cheek and his thick beard was scraggly and
unkempt. But he was clearly the
leader of the ragged band of vagabonds that advanced upon
her.
“Where did you come
from, my beauty?” he asked.
“Aren’t you a bit young to be running around in the forest
on your own? What happened? Get
lost from your husband? Well,
don’t worry me and my boys will take good care of
you. We haven’t had any
young meat in quite some time and the old whores back at the camp are kind
of worn out.”
Honoria slowly backed away
from him, holding the knife out in front of
her. “That’s not very
friendly is it, boys?” he said.
“We’re not going to hurt you we just want a bit of
fun.”
“Get away from me,”
Honoria gasped. “I’m
no whore. Leave me
alone.”
“No,” the man
said. “I guess you’re
not. That’s an expensive
dress you’re wearing and your talk like a
lady. But we’re not
particular. You’ll look
just as nice as any whore with your legs spread.”
“I’ll cut you,”
Honoria warned. She waved the
knife menacingly.
“You know,” the
man said, “I believe you actually
would. That’s hard to believe
in one so beautiful.” He
grinned at her and stopped moving
forward. Honoria realized why
a second later when a pair of arms grabbed her from behind, pinning her arms
to her sides.
The man laughed and grabbing
her wrist twisted the knife out of her
hands. “A bit of a
wildcat. I’ll bet you’ll
be fantastic when you’re on your back.”
Honoria struggled
wildly. “Let me
go. You don’t know who you
are dealing with. I’m of
royal blood.”
“You hear that Lemm?”
the tall man laughed, speaking to a heavyset man of about the same
age. “She’s a
princess. Maybe we should all
get down on our knees.”
“To blazes with that,
Robb. I’d rather see her
on her knees with my cock in her mouth,” Lemm
replied.
Robb laughed
loudly. “Tie her up boys
and put a halter on her. We
don’t want her leading us on a chase through the
forest.”
“No,” Honoria
screamed as her hands were forced behind her
back. She fought desperately,
but succeeded only in exhausting her
self. Her wrists were bound together
behind her and a rope was placed around her
neck. Robb stood looking at her,
his hands on his hips. It was
only then that Honoria realized she had forgotten that the Duke had cut the
laces of her bodice, revealing half her breasts.
“I feel like taking
you right here, princess,” Robb said sarcastically, but I guess I can
wait until we get back to camp where all of us can enjoy
you.” He tugged on the rope
jerking Honoria forward.
“Let’s go.
We’ve got a bit of a walk before us.”
Honoria staggered along
behind the bandits. With her
wrists bound behind her she was in constant danger of falling, especially
since Robb kept up a lively pace.
Since he knew where he was going and she didn’t she frequently
stumbled and more than once he had to haul her to her
feet. “Come on, princess,”
Robb leered as she fell to her knees for the umpteenth
times. Each fall was painful,
her already bruised knees receiving a further
bruising. “You’ll have
enough time on your knees when we reach camp.”
Only a week ago Honoria
would not have known what that meant, but her experience with the Duke had
enlightened her. She could visualize
being surrounded by bandits each of them waiting his turn with a full erection
while she serviced another of them.
“No,” she thought.
“Why is this happening to me?
What did I do to so displease the gods?”
She got no answer to that
question of course. If the gods
were watching they chose to maintain their usual silence on that
matter. All she got was another
tug on the rope as Robb urged her on.
By the time she got to the camp, scratched by branches, stung by nettles,
and soaked with sweat she was close to
collapse. “What you brought
us, Robb?” asked one of the ten or so men who rushed up to greet the
returning party.
“A princess, Jebb,
or so she tells us. She should
provide us with good sport tonight.”
“I am a princess,”
Honoria sobbed. “Princess
Honoria of Sallia. I am the eldest
daughter of King Radmund and Queen
Sephira. My husband was…
is the Duke of Magdoran.”
“Never heard of this
duke,” Jebb commented, “but I heard of the king and
queen. Think she is a
princess?”
Robb looked at her, stroking
his chin. “Don’t
know,” he answered after awhile.
“If she is she could be worth a
pile. But that don’t mean
we can’t have fun with her while we wait for any
ransom.”
“No,” Honoria
cried. “You can’t defile
a princess.”
“Why not?” Robb
answered. “If you’re
married you’re no virgin anyway.
No one can fault us for taking your
virginity. And if you’re
telling the truth you should fetch a big
ransom. I doubt you’ll tell
anyone how many times you were raped.
Most women keep that stuff to
themselves.” He turned to
a slatternly looking woman who had sidled
up. “Vella, look after the
princess. Jebb, you go with her
as a guard. Give her some food
and let her clean up a little. I
don’t like my women too sweaty the first
time.”
Vella took Honoria by the
arm and led her to a collection of shacks built from logs and interwoven
willows. “Here girl,”
she said sitting an exhausted Honoria on a stump that served as a
stool. “Let me untie them
ropes, but don’t you go running off
anywhere. You won’t get
far in these woods anyway.”
Honoria had no intention
of running anywhere. After her
horrible flight through the forest and her forced march behind Robb, she
doubted she could go a hundred steps without
collapsing.
Vella looked her
over. “I reckon you’d
be pretty enough cleaned up. And
that gown is fine material. Better
than anything I’ve ever seen.
Maybe you are a princess.
But that won’t help you here.
In this camp women have only two uses – cooking and cleaning
and serving the men with our bodies.
It will be nice to have you along to take some of the strain off us
girls.”
Honoria looked around and
noticed that there were a number of women in the
camp. Most like Vella were probably
not much out of their twenties or thirties, but their hard lives made them
appear much older. Vella looked
to be in her forties, but was probably at least fifteen years
younger. Life among bandits tended
to age women prematurely.
“Here,” Vella
said,” placing a bowl of something in Honoria’s
hands. “Venison
stew. It’s still
hot.”
Honoria took the food
gratefully. Her hands hand been
untied, but Jebb still held the rope around her
neck. She wasn’t about to
try to run in any case. Quickly
she spooned the stew into her, discovering that it was quite
good. As she ate she felt a little
bit of her strength returning.
“Good girl,” Vella
said as Honoria finished.
“You’ll need all your strength for
tonight. Now let’s get you
out of the dress..”
“No,” Honoria
said. “Please
no!” She placed her hands
protectively across the top of her gown.
“Come on dearie,”
Vella said. “It’s not
as if they are not going to see everything later
anyway.”
Jebb
laughed. “That’s right,
princess. We’re not going
to fuck you with your clothes on.”
“Come on.” Vella
prompted. “They’ll
only force you and you could probably use a good
wash. We might be bandits, but
we’re not dirty.”
Looking at Vella’s
ragged dress, that comment was hard to
believe. But Honoria did need
a wash. She could smell her own
stink. Slowly she lowered her
arms and tugged her dress off.
“By the goddess,”
Vella exclaimed. “Someone
used you roughly.”
“My husband,”
Honoria said, blushing as Vella and Jebb stared at her bruise-covered
body.
“Any bastard did that
to me I’d kill him,” Vella said.
“But isn’t that
what you have planned for me?” Honoria asked.
“No,” Vella
answered. “It’s just
a little fucking. You’ve
been fucked before haven’t you?
No one will hurt you if you don’t fight
it.”
“That’s right
Jebb,” chimed in. “Just
lie back and enjoy it and you won’t get hurt.”
“You’re talking
about
rape!” Honoria
exclaimed.
“It’s not rape
if you don’t fight it,” Jebb
said. “It’s just what
every woman owes a man who owns her.
And we found you so we own you.”
Vella nodded her
agreement. Honoria almost burst
into tears. Didn’t anyone
value a woman for anything but what was between her
legs?
Realizing that the bandit
community lived by a different standard of morality from hers, she managed
to control herself, but it was not easy, especially when other men and women
of the band gathered around to watch Vella wash her.
“What a body,”
one of the men exclaimed.
“She might really be a princess.”
“Think of that,”
another said. “Who would
have thought we’d get to fuck a
princess. She’ll fetch a
great ransom.”
“Probalbvy at least
a hundred gold I reckon,” Robb commented.
“A hundred!” exclaimed
another. “That
much! We’ll be
rich. I can buy a bit of land
and give up outlawing.”
“A hundred gold,”
thought Honoria. “Is that
all they think I’m worth? My
father takes that much in taxes in one
day. I’m surrounded by
fools.” She got to her feet,
dripping water from Vella’s washing job.
“I’ll get you
a thousand gold if you just let me go unharmed,” she
said. “I am truly the Princess
Honoria and my father will gladly pay that much to get me
back.”
A thousand
gold! The amount was almost too
much for the bandits to take in, but Robb was quick to adjust to the new
figure. “Alright we ask
a thousand, but I don’t see that asking that much should change our
plans for her. The king will
pay that much whether we return her without touching her or have a good time
with her first.”
“No!” Honoria
cried. “That is not what
I said!”
“But it’s what
I said,” answered Rob.
“Finish washing her and then keep a close eye on
her. We don’t want her going
anywhere before we have fun with her.
And in a day or so I’ll hike into the town and take a note for
the king. Just have to get someone
to write it for us.”
Honoria waited miserably
for the rest of the day. The
thought of being raped by more than a dozen men had her almost paralysed
with fear. Vella had allowed
her to put her dress back on, but she could feel the eye of every man in
the bandit camp upon her. Each
time she looked up a grinning face was turned her
way. “Why don’t they
just do it now?” she wondered.
“Why wait until night?”
She got her answer at sunset.
“Ho Robb, what have
we here?” The man who asked
the question led another eight men into the
camp. They were carrying four
slaughtered deer on long poles. Now
Honoria knew why the bandits had waited.
They wanted every man to be there when they took
her.
“We got ourselves a
princess, Lendo,” Robb answered.
“And tonight’s entertainment.”
Honoria’s guts twisted
into a knot. She was in such
a state that she could not eat any of the freshly roasted venison the bandits
served for supper, although she did manage three cups of
brandy. The effect of the strong
drink on her empty stomach was predictable and she was quite drunk by the
time the bandits finished their feast.
It did nothing to reduce her fear of what was about to happen, however,
just rendering her less able to do anything about it.
As the men rose from their
meals and surrounded her she tried one last time to talk them out of
it. “Please, you cannot
defile a royal personage. Let
me go unmolested and you will be well
rewarded. Harm me and my father
will send an army against you.”
“We won’t be
here,” Robb said. “Once
we get the gold we’ll be long gone from
here. We’ll be able to afford
to go anywhere in the world.
We’ll be bandits no longer.
Your father will never find us.
Besides, the gold is all in the
future. We have you now
and we’ll take what’s ours.”
“No!” Honoria screamed as a dozen hands
reached for her. She screamed
and kicked as she was picked up and carried across the camp to a bed of spruce
boughs. She screamed even louder
as her dress was pulled off over her
head. Four men held her down;
one for each of her limbs. Robb
was the first to take her.
“Now you just lie back
and enjoy this,” Robb said and he moved between her
thighs. “It’s not as
if you haven’t done this before.”
“Aaahh!” Honoria cried as Robb entered
her. He was not as intentionally
brutal as the Duke had been, but her vulva and vagina were still sore from
the punishment at the hands of the Duke, and in spite of the amount of alcohol
she had drunk she had not managed to get herself into the mood for what was
happening to her.
Robb fucked her slowly,
savouring every minute of his time with a
princess. While he enjoyed himself
the other men around her amused themselves by offering coarse comments and
stroking her breasts and belly and any other part of her body they could
reach. They might have been gentle
rapists, but it was still a horrifying experience and Honoria fought to escape,
heaving her body desperately. That,
of course, only made her violation that much more pleasant and when Robb
finally shot his load into her another man scrambled to take his
place.
Honoria chose the moment
to attempt to escape, frantically kicking, screaming, and scratching as the
men fought to hold her down. She
arched her back and cried out as the second man took her, her body movements
actually making his penetration easier.
“You vile bastards,” she
gasped. “To do this to any
woman.”
“It’s all that
women are good for, princess,” Robb replied as he hitched up his
pants. “Fuck her good
Denny,” he said to the man between Honoria’s
legs. “She needs
it.”
Whether she needed it or
not, Honoria finally quit struggling.
Her strength failed her and she simply lay where she was and let every
man take her. It took most of
the night and by morning as the last man finished her, she was so completely
exhausted that she drifted off into sleep like one of the
dead.
Vella woke her sometime
around
Honoria could hardly move,
but she took the crude wooden cup and looked into
it. “What is it?” she
asked giving it a sniff. It smelled
like medicine.
“Something to make
sure you don’t get taken with child,” Vella
said. “The last thing a
whore needs is to be pregnant.”
“A whore,” Honoria
thought. “So that is what
I’ve become.”
At that moment Robb walked
up. “Just here to say that
you were a real delight. A nice
tight fuck, not like some of the others
here. But I guess after serving
twenty men you’ll be a bit looser won’t
you?” He
laughed. “Not that that
will keep me from having another go at you
tonight. I really liked the way
you wriggled your ass.” He
walked off laughing.
“Don’t pay him
any mind, dearie,” Vella said as tears well up in Honoria’s
eyes. “He’s just talking
with his dink like all men do.”
Honoria hung her
head. It was only
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