~ Life of a Dark Angel ~ {SoulLess}

[stormkitten]

As the sun sank low in the sky Drakkar walked to the edge of the courtyard watching as armour and equipment was loaded onto the carriages. The air smelt of fresh grass and birds sang from the forest. The atmosphere seemed alien not like the musty rank smelly of cold muddy blood drenched fields where he normally prepared for battle.
The soldiers looked nervous. They always did. The green ones were nervous because they didn't know what to expect. The veterans were nervous because they knew what it was like to wade through severed limbs and watch their fellow men and their enemies lying beside each other, screaming in agony and wishing for death.
Her touch brought him back. She smiled, sweeping the hair from her face the gentle evening breeze blowing it across her face again so that she had to brush it over her ear to keep it in place.
"I won't be gone long," he said seeing the hesitation in her eyes, "It will be over quickly!"
Dannica nodded and mustered a smile taking his arm and leading him to a carriage parked behind the others. She pulled back the heavy tarpaulin door to reveal six young girls.
"Sire!" they exclaimed in unison. Dannica nodded and the girls slipped off their robes. All were young, slim and with exceptionally well proportioned bodies. They were toned and had perfect skill. She had chosen well.
Dannica turned and trying to hide her jealousy, smiled again.
"How many girls do you wish to accompany you tonight, Sire?"
Drakkar looked carefully along the line of girls until he saw the girl with the shirt dark hair look away nervously.
"Just her!" Drakkar said pointing the girl out and turned as Dannica turned to the Sister beside her and had the girl escorted to Drakkar's sleeping carriage.
Bernhart approached and together they watched the look of displeasure on Torsen's face as he watched Dannica leading the court girl to Drakkar's carriage.
"I'm concerned about him Drakkar," Bernhart said, "Our informers tell us he searches her himself. A little too well!"
Drakkar smiled.
"When she was tied up, do you honestly believe no soldier 'touched' her? Let him have his 'fun'. He will learn soon enough." Drakkar looked at Bernhart and finished, "But it goes no further than searching her, or you finish it before I return!"
"Is it wise for you to leave now Sire?" Bernhart asked, "I could go."
"I don't trust myself with her!" Drakkar stated, "I will deal with this when I get back!"
As Dannica returned they stopped talking.
"The Captain is ready," she said and she leaned gently over to kiss him, before turning and walking back across the courtyard, turning once to say quietly, "Be careful!"
They watched as she disappeared inside, Torsen following her.
"God's Speed Sire!" Bernhart stated before he too turned to walk inside.
As Drakkar climbed into the carriage, the Captain of the Guard yelled across the night air.
"Cohorts! Mount your horses!" there followed the sound of leather and hooves and then the final command, "Move out!"
As the carriage began to move Drakkar unbuckled his belt, freeing his large penis which hung half way down his thigh. The girl stared incredulously at the thick member, as she began to slowly disrobe. He pushed her roughly to the bed mauling her body as he quickly became erect. She writhed, her back arching violently as he penetrated her. She cried out in desperation and fear.
He held her down "Lie still wench! It will be a long night."

Dannica went to supper. Bernhart was there but he did not eat with her. Torsten stood at the door. Forcing herself to eat, she found she had almost no appetite. After a while she gave up and simply retired to the bedroom. There had not been time earlier for training or visiting her cousin but that could all wait till morning. Night was hell. She fell sleep quickly but woke sometime in the darkness, finding herself alone in the bed. Crying for no apparent reason.
By the time she dressed and opened the door in the morning, Bernhart was there to escort her to breakfast. As usual Torsten showed up as she finished. There was no reason to go to the healer so she skipped it and went to see the Sisters for a few hours. Even so she could hardly take it. All she could think about was sire. By lunch she was with her cousin. She told him about sire leaving and all the details she knew. Of course that was not much. Sire had not told her much of the up coming battle, only that he was going. Dannica found herself less receptive to Torsten’s touch today. All she could think about was sire.
Afternoon and evening were spent training. Her stamina was getting better everyday. Dannica lost herself in the dance of the sword. Forgetting about sire, about her cousins, about the war, everything but the moment. Torsten was not laughing as often as he use to. She had a different style than he did. Raised and trained in the north mountains, she knew the northern fighting style. Torsten on the other hand had never faced someone from the north. Not really a surprise, her people tried to avoid all out battles. There were too few of our soldiers left to take on strong south land armies.
Dannica called it a quits for the night when her arms and legs where shaking with exhaustion. She was slightly late for dinner but ti was not like any where really noticed. Bernhart was once against there but he was not eating with her. Despite going most of the day she lost her appetite when she realized sire was not going to be joining her. Forcing herself to eat she went back to her room for another lonely and miserable night. It was almost like being in the cell again, only she had alight and a little more room.
Second day since sire’s departure she changed her routine slightly. After breakfast she sword trained till noon. Cleaning up for lunch with her cousin. After lunch it was another round of sword play. Dannica was determined that by time sire got back she would have enough skill to show him she was not pathetic. Taking a break in one of the chairs to catch her breath. Torsten was the one who called an end to practice. He said Bernhart had been looking at him pretty hard the night before and he had little doubt it was because she was so late for dinner. He was not going to let that happen a second night.
Eating dinner was no easier. Tonight though she insisted that Bernhart sit down at the table. No surprise he resisted at first but she did not like dinning alone so she was insistent. It gave her too much to think about sire, and the women she had sent with him. Three weeks was more than enough time to make them into competition for his attention. Maybe he would become more interested in one of them.
After a restless hour in the bed chamber she sent a servant to fetch a few extra pillows and a heavy blanket. Onc they arrived she informed the guard at the door she was going to the dungeons. He protested but Dannica was already starting to feel strong in her new position at the castle. Sire apparently had not given enough specific directions about her behavior that there was little they could argue with. Torsten was at his post, she had caught him just before shift change. He spent ten minutes arguing about the fact that she was planning on sleeping in the cell with her cousin. Explaining to him that she could not spend another night alone seemed to be a good argument. In the end he caved too.
It took him a while to thoroughly search the blankets and pillows to make sure she had nothing in them. Issac saw red when she showed up in his cell explaining she would be sleeping with him. Not that he had a lot of options in it. Throwing one of the pillows at him, she stretched out one of the blankets and curled up. It had been a while since she shared sleeping area with her cousins. There was a time when it was nightly, they called it body guard, she called it annoying. Dannica managed to sleep through the whole night.

Dannica spent most of her days in a similar way. Waking, she had to walk from her cousin’s cell to her room for a change of cloths. Torsten was very thorough in his search of her body, though that in the morning she was barely aware of it. Breakfast in which by the end of the first week Bernhart had stopped arguing with her and simply sat down at the table while she ate at meal time. It did not take long for her to understand he did not really like her. She did not bother to force him to eat or talk with her. Once or twice she asked about events outside of the castle. He was vague, barely giving her any details. She was not sure if it was because he felt she did not need to know or if he feared what she would do with the information.
After breakfast Torsten would show up and escort her to their training room. Her skills were becoming impressive day by day. She only wished her cousins had taken as much time with her and she would be better than this. After training for a couple of hours she would break in time for lunch with her cousin. He of course searched her before and afterward. Everyday that went by she came to depend on that touch and want more. Toresten also became more and more bold.
Dannica spent less than an hour with the Court girls. With sire away she had less reason to spend time with them. Dannica did learn how to apply makeup and to arrange her hair as well as giving tips for dressing. She made some time to talk with the girls. Getting to know them. Knowing who was experienced, who was not. What skills each had. Dannica forced herself not to feel jealous that she had to share sire with these girls. Trying to tell herself that the more she knew the better choice she could make.
Leaving the court girls it was a couple more hours of sword play. As the days went by her endurance got better. Feeling stronger and stronger. It felt good to get back into a soldiers mindset. It was also one of the few things that took her mind off of sire. Too many minutes of inactivity and her thoughts always turned to him. Wondering about him. Worried about his safety. Jealous of the girls she sent with him.
A bath and change of clothes followed the swordplay. Dinner, she once again sat with a silent Bernhart. Dannica was wondering if it was giving him an insight into her or if it was a slow torture for him. After supper he escorted her back the dungeon and into Torsten’s care. It was no secrete he did not like her choice not to sleep in sire’s bedchamber. It had been a huge argument the first night he found out but she would not be swayed otherwise. She tried to assert her power as Mistress but it being Drakkar’s second, he was less impressed than many of the others in the keep.

“So when are you going to let me see them?”
Torsten laid his hand gently on her back after practice. Dannica leaned into his touch. Wrinkling her nose slightly. She was not entirely sure what he was talking about.
“What do you mean? See what? There is nothing to see….”
“Come on Dannica. Drakkar put me in charge of you, he obviously trust me to keep you safe. You trust his judgment, I think you trust me…. Can I see them?”
His words alone were not much of an answer but the way he touched her back gave her a pretty big clue. Pulling away from him, she turned to face him. Dannica did not like they way this conversation was going.
“Torsten this is not something to be talking about.”
“Why not? You have shown Drakkar… Knowing him he had you show Bernhart too… ”
“No” Dannica shook her head and moved farther away from him.
“No what? You have not shown Drakkar? How is that possible? He has to have asked to see them. Asked for proof… Its not like him to take no for an answer.”
“Sire has never seen them. He will not see them. Never asked to see them. We don’t talk about it. ”
“You don’t trust Drakkar?”
“I don’t trust anyone…. If they never are seen they can never be taken….”
“You wont be punished if you refuse? I find that hard to believe…”
“I don’t know…. I will take the punishment, if they are not out he cant really effect them….. ”
“Cant really does not mean absolutely… ”
Dannica seriously hesitated to answer. After a few minutes she decided that she was not telling him he could not ask a priest and find out. “Scars on my back make it more difficult for them to emerge and disappear. Not painful, just slower….”
“ Drakkar know?”
“I would assume as much…. Its not like it’s a secrete. Ask any priest they can tell you all the horror stories of what has been done over the years. Each one more creative and twisted than the last. My cousins made sure I heard all of them. Just in case I acted stupid I would know what I was risking…”
Dannica put her sword up. It was early but the room was suddenly too small.
“Torsten we are done talking. This will never come up again…..”
“Dannica…..”
“No!!! I have said too much!”
Torsten was not happy but he did not press her. That was smart of him. Because of it being early, Dannica took extra time in the bath. Her conversation made her want to feel the weight of her wings pressed against her back. Even being alone in the bath chamber she would not risk letting them out. Too afraid that it would be a trick and someone was on the other side of the door. It also worked to get her mind going as to what she would do or say if Sire asked to see them. It had never come up so she was not sure.

It was mid afternoon and mid swordplay. Dannica had lost herself in practice as she always did. With the wooden training sword in hand she did not think about the way Torsten’s mouth felt on the back of her neck or shoulder. The way his hands explored her body under the guise of “searching her”. She did not torment herself with thinking he was just like sire, that he too only had one purpose for her. Sire’s eyes staring at her as he fucked and cummed. Moments like this she did not have to miss sire’s touch. Did not hear his few words of praise ringing in her ears. Or yearn for another taste of the sunlight and fresh air. For a while she forgot her about her yearning for freedom and flight.
Drakkar was due back in two days. At least that is what she thought. He said three weeks. She took that to heart. Two more days would be the three weeks. Bernhart refused to tell her if sire would actually be back before or after that. All he would say is he would be back when he was back. So she held that day in her mind. Dannica had made plans for a Court girl. Arranged that food should be delivered to the room in case sire was in no mood to leave it. Half jokingly she had made arrangements with the healer because she knew she was going to need it.
Sword play the last couple of days was to keep her mind from thinking too much about it. Every time she did she got anxious and worried and a million other emotions. If she put her mind to it Torsten did not have a chance against her these days. But sending his sword flying did nothing so she let him lead the fight. Dannica was just feeling good. She had just got warmed up and began to get into the routine. The door opening, caught her attention. There had been no knock, no warning. Four weeks now and the door had never opened unless by her or Torsten’s hand.
Turning with the wooden blade in her hand, she stared in shock for a moment. It took her a few minutes to realize it was sire standing in the door way. For a moment all she could do was stand in shock. Part of her thrilled to see him, part of her feared the consequences of her being so bold. Finally getting her senses back she handed her wooden sword to Torsten without looking at him.
“Torsten go….. Now!!!”
Dannica did not look away from sire though she had little doubt he hesitated to leave her alone. But he did leave rather quickly, shutting the door behind him. She hesitated to approach him till she got a reaction out of him.
“I am glad to see your back Sire….”

"Really?" Drakkar asked, "I thought you were hoping that I might be delayed or even killed so that Torsten would pluck up the courage to finger your cunt the next time he searched you?"
Dannica stared then, tears almost filling her eyes "No, Sire! ..."
"Shut up!" his words were filled with anger, and the anger frightened her. He lifted the sword he was carrying in his hand. For the first time Dannica realized it was not his own, which was still strapped firmly to his belt.
Laying the sword down beside her, his words became softer but more hurtful.
"So what are you? A soldier or a whore?"
Dannica responded immediately, "A soldier" pride in her voice.
"Then fight me," Drakkar said coolly drawing his blade and motioning to the other sword beside her.
"No!" she responded.
"Why? Scared? Think you might hurt me? Frightened I'll embarrass you? Show you up? Pick up the sword soldier."
"No!" Dannica spoke defiantly.
"You're pathetic, call yourself a soldier? Afraid to fight! No wonder it took three cousins to protect you. I'm surprised you only got one of them killed."
A tear slid down Dannica's cheek as he spoke of Dorran. She tried to tell herself his death was not her fault but Drakkar's words still hurt.
"I won't be goaded into fighting!" she cried out.
"Very well," said Drakkar, resheathing his sword and picking up the other one, turning and walking to the door, "Then I shall take this sword and give it to your cousin. I am sure that he WILL fight and after his entrails have spilled on my boots and I have watched him bleed to death crying for his brother, I will return and fuck you like the common whore that you are!"
Dannica responded then, pulling the sword from his hands, unsheathing the blade and holding it in front of her.
Drakkar stepped back slowly drawing his own blade.
"You know you could have asked me to teach you? Now this will be your first lesson. What are you waiting for ... soldier?"

Not thinking straight and fueled by fear she quickly took the sword. Dannica tried to find a sense of calm but it was hard. His words had brought back the memory of Dorran’s death. The memory of seeing in the cell that first day. Even now that he was looking better there was still a haunted look in his eyes as he worried about his brother.
“Leave Issac out of this…”
Dannica knew it was wrong to draw the sword. That by doing so she was only proving right those who saw her as a threat. But she would not let him hurt her cousin if she could stop it. There was little doubt in her mind that she had no were near the skill level that it would take to defeat him in a fight. There was even less doubt in her mind that her cousin would not stand a chance. Maybe if he was well, but these last few months in the cell no doubt had an effect on him and his skill. At least she was confident that he could not gut her even if she did loose. He needed her, he did not need her cousin alive.
It was hard not to get lost in the fact that she had a real blade in her hand again. Testing the weight and balance of the sword she was minorly amused that he did not give her something extremely cheap. It had a good weight for someone her size and skill level. “Thank you sire….”
It felt strange to slide into a fighting stance with him. For a month now she had only see Torsten on the other side of her. There was a determination not to embarrass herself. This was what she had worked weeks for. To show that she was not pathetic. That she was worthy of being a soldier.
“Up till now it would not have been your time to practice… When I first started I could barely last five minutes before I was breathless and tired….”
It was hard to remember that she did have a real sword in hand. Dannica could only hope that sire was as good as she thought he must be. Clearing her thoughts away she made the first move.

Drakkar was surprised by her speed. The initial strike caught him off guard as she flipped over her wrists and swung the sword obliquely up from right to left. He had expected a strike from his left as she was right handed. He had to block on his backhand but her power drove through the block forcing him to duck and step back as steel clashed.
Dannica did not stop, using the momentum of the first strike to swirl the sword in a wide arc stepping forward and driving down hard at Drakkar's head. He saw the strike but again the speed of it surprised him, he stepped back again but he was aware that this was not a battlefield and he was running out of space. As Dannica's sword came up again she did not strike but thrust forward under his sword and as he retreated again his back hit the table. It scraped across the floor as Dannica advanced again, but as she lifted her arms he kicked her once in the abdomen.
Dannica gasped in pain and doubled over the sword crashing to the floor as Drakkar slid out from the table.
"Never forget! The sword is not the only weapon you face. Get up soldier!"
Dannica winced and got to her feet, lifting the sword and advancing. This time she was buried in attacks. Drakkar flew forward, strike after strike raining down on the young girl. She saw and blocked every one deflecting the blade away from her body but before she even realized it her back was against the wall and her sword pressed above her head. As he held her there immobile he released one hand, sliding it down touching her slim waist, pulling open the corset to expose her cleavage. Almost automatically, Dannica spread her thighs expecting him to touch her there. She waited breathlessly for a second before Drakkar savagely brought his knee up into her crotch.
Dannica wailed in agony dropping to her knees gripping her sex. She was angry but in too much pain to do anything.
"Never ever expose yourself in a fight! Give no quarter and ask for none!"
Drakkar waited as Dannica writhed in agony, his penis stiffened as he watched her lying on the floor. Slowly she recovered her breath and sat up, pulling the sword towards her. She stood up still bent over but slowly she lifted the sword, anger in her eyes.
She threw another oblique strike, this time from the left, Drakkar blocked it countering with a strike of his own but it landed in thin air as Dannica pivoted, turning behind him throwing a lateral cut to his thigh. It was a powerful strike that would easily have taken his leg off. Drakkar had no time to deflect the blow and simply lay his own blade flat against his thigh, twisting so that as Dannica's blade came crashing down it formed a steel barrier between blade and flesh. She was inches from him as steel mashed against steel and was almost too late to see the fist aimed at her face. She ducked and moved, realizing too late that it was a ruse. Drakkar shifted direction sliding inside her sword, pushing against her. His sword angled up she was sickeningly aware that he could have driven the blade clean threw her body, but instead he reversed it, driving the pommel hard into her stomach knocking the breath from her and sending her crashing onto her back the sword flying from her grasp and clattering to the edge of the room.
She tried to stand but his foot crushed painfully on her shoulder igniting an old injury. The tip of his blade was against her neck. So sharp it dragged as it touched the smooth flesh. Most blades were dull, the edges pitted, relying on weight and power. Drakkar's blade was infamous. Created by a blade maker from a foreign land. A man whose life was spared in trade for a lifetime of service making swords for Drakkar and no-one else. The steel was forged, folded over and over and sharpened to a razor edge.
For a second Dannica's eyes showed fear as if she believed he really might kill her and then the blade swept across her body slicing the thongs holding her corset closed. The garment was a combined corset and skirt and as Drakkar pushed the clothing open it exposed her entire body from her breasts to her thighs. He traced the blade across the satin smooth skin of her abdomen until he had sliced through the tiny undergarment she wore exposing the small tuft of hair between her thighs.
"Spread your legs!" he commanded.
As he unbuckled his breaches the huge erection sprang free. Dannica gasped as she had almost forgotten his girth. Kneeling down he thrust into her roughly, grabbing her breasts. She screamed, her back arching as he grunted and thrust deeper. She tried to bite her lip but every thrust was met with a cry of pain as she surrendered herself to him. Her thighs were spread wide apart, her hips off the ground, his hands on her waist as he thrust into her over and over. He did not last long, he had been too long without her. He craved her body and his fingers dug deep into her flesh. He grunted one last time and erupted inside her, filling her with his seed, groping her breasts as he recovered his breath.
He withdrew without looking at her and dressed without a word. Dannica lay there on her back, too frightened to move as his seed ran out of her.
"Don't ever forget your place!" Drakkar said
As he recovered the other sword and left the room, Dannica heard his voice one last time.
"Put her back in her cell."

Dannica was still trying to recover her breath from the fight and then the pain of being fucked. Sire’s seed ran down her thighs. Laying perfectly still on the stone floor her mind was still trying to catch up to what had happened. A small part of the reason she laid still was fear. The major reason was she knew her tattoos were showing. The tattoos that ran from shoulder to knee in the shape of her wings. Oddly she felt no hurry to make them fade. Actually she was waiting for him.
One word of praise, anything and she would have rolled over to let him see. She knew this was partly punishment but she held her breath hoping he would call her soldier one more time. Dannica had given him everything she had in this fight. This was what the last month had been about, to show him she was more than a whore. That she was worth something. And now he walked away without a word to say if he approved or disapproved. "Don't ever forget your place!" Was not much of a clue. It was a warning but she was still no closer to really knowing where she stood in the castle and his life.
Hearing the footsteps of the soldiers coming, Dannica concentrated on making her tattoos fade. Sitting up, she pressed her skirt back in place. Pulling her shirt closed she quickly worked to tie what was left of the strings to keep her ample breast out of sight. She let the soldiers help her to her feet. Dannica did not struggle as they lead her to the dungeons. It was a minor surprise when she realized that Torsten was not there. This was the first time in a long time she was not searched before being escorted down the stone hallway.
The soldiers stopped a few cells short of her of her cousin, opening the door for her. It was disappointing that she was not put in with her cousin. Although it was probably for the best. When sire found out she had been sleeping in her cousin’s cell she would prefer if her cousin was not in the area. Curling up against the wall, she waited. By now she doubted he would leave her here for long. This was something he simply did when he did not know what else to do with her.
What started out as little concern quickly had her panicked. In the stone silence she heard a male scream in pain. Issac? Dannica had never heard him scream to know if it was him. Standing up she hurried to the door. Pulling at it but it did not open. Sire was punishing Issac because of her. Making good on his threat that he would gut her cousin. Shaking her head she tried to tell herself that he would not do that. She had done what he said, she had fought him. When opening the door did not work, she started pacing the floor. Trying to tell herself maybe it was a random prisoner. After all he had just come back from battle. No matter how many times she told herself, she could not really convince herself of that.

[stormkitten]

Dannica was still trying to recover her breath from the fight and then the pain of being fucked. Sire’s seed ran down her thighs. Laying perfectly still on the stone floor her mind was still trying to catch up to what had happened. A small part of the reason she laid still was fear. The major reason was she knew her tattoos were showing. The tattoos that ran from shoulder to knee in the shape of her wings. Oddly she felt no hurry to make them fade. Actually she was waiting for him.
One word of praise, anything and she would have rolled over to let him see. She knew this was partly punishment but she held her breath hoping he would call her soldier one more time. Dannica had given him everything she had in this fight. This was what the last month had been about, to show him she was more than a whore. That she was worth something. And now he walked away without a word to say if he approved or disapproved. "Don't ever forget your place!" Was not much of a clue. It was a warning but she was still no closer to really knowing where she stood in the castle and his life.
Hearing the footsteps of the soldiers coming, Dannica concentrated on making her tattoos fade. Sitting up, she pressed her skirt back in place. Pulling her shirt closed she quickly worked to tie what was left of the strings to keep her ample breast out of sight. She let the soldiers help her to her feet. Dannica did not struggle as they lead her to the dungeons. It was a minor surprise when she realized that Torsten was not there. This was the first time in a long time she was not searched before being escorted down the stone hallway.
The soldiers stopped a few cells short of her of her cousin, opening the door for her. It was disappointing that she was not put in with her cousin. Although it was probably for the best. When sire found out she had been sleeping in her cousin’s cell she would prefer if her cousin was not in the area. Curling up against the wall, she waited. By now she doubted he would leave her here for long. This was something he simply did when he did not know what else to do with her.
What started out as little concern quickly had her panicked. In the stone silence she heard a male scream in pain. Issac? Dannica had never heard him scream to know if it was him. Standing up she hurried to the door. Pulling at it but it did not open. Sire was punishing Issac because of her. Making good on his threat that he would gut her cousin. Shaking her head she tried to tell herself that he would not do that. She had done what he said, she had fought him. When opening the door did not work, she started pacing the floor. Trying to tell herself maybe it was a random prisoner. After all he had just come back from battle. No matter how many times she told herself, she could not really convince herself of that.

[soulless]

Rumours were spreading through the castle. The sisters were concerned. Drakkar had not called for a court girl in three days. Those that were sent to him were turned away despite the fact that one girl reported seeing him naked and that his erection was larger and stronger than ever. Was he displeased with the girls selected? At first their were rumours that the young Norhdri girl had healed during his absence and that he had decided to make use of her upon his return, but even she was missing.

A whole section of the lower dungeon had been cordoned off and was guarded around the clock by a section of guards hand picked by Bernhart. Torsten had not been seen for days. Those that knew of his whereabouts were sworn to secrecy and those that did not, constantly speculated on the matter.

On the fourth day since Drakkar's return, he went to the Court Girl's quarters entering loudly and angrily shouting at the Sisters who called all of the girls together immediately. One of the sisters pulled a group of about twenty young fresh faced girls in front of the others.

"These are the new girls Sire!" the Sister said as confidently as she could, "Lest the other girls bore you. And if that be the case I apologize!"

Drakkar stood in front of the girls. "Disrobe!" he commanded and each of them quickly dropped the long tied gown she was wearing. Drakkar walked along the line. He ran his hands over their skin, felt breasts, felt the wetness between their thighs. Finally he pulled four girls from the line, asked their ages. Only one was older than twenty. He seemed satisfied.

"Prepare them!" he ordered the Sister. "Take them to my chamber dress them appropriately and brief them well. I will make use of them upon my return. I will not tolerate disappointment!"

The Sister nodded and turned hurrying away!

"Wait!" Drakkar commanded, and the Sister stopped turning "Sire?"

"Sisters line up here!" Drakkar stated, indicating a section along the wall.

As the Sisters lined up, backs against the wall, silence descended upon the room. No-one knew what to expect. Drakkar walked along the line, surveying each of the Sisters in turn. After a few seconds it became clear what he was looking for. All the Sisters were previous Court Girls that Drakkar had approved of for some reason, sexual performance being the usual one. These were the women that he expected to 'train' the new girls to satisfy him. With an almost endless supply of new girls it was unusual for Drakkar to request the services of a Sister but there were occasions that they were summonsed to his quarters or taken into a private room during one of his infrequent visits such as this one. Judging from the huge bulge in his breeches he clearly was in need of release and it seemed quite possible (especially if he was dissatisfied with the girls) that he might choose one of the Sisters to take out his frustration upon and prove a point. Being fucked by Drakkar was not something to be taken lightly. Indeed after an abstinence of three days it was likely that the first girl he fucked would not be walking for several days. So as Drakkar walked along the line, feeling waist lines, exposing breasts and fingering several of the women, tensions grew. Finally he pulled a girl of about 24 or 25 roughly from the line and disrobed her clearly still frustrated. He stared at her body still firm and ripe before squeezing her breasts and buttocks enthusiastically.

"You will accompany the girls tonight. You too will dress appropriately and ensure that they satisfy me or do it yourself. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sire!" the girl said softly, "I ... I mean 'WE' will not disappoint you!"

"I hope not!" replied Drakkar, unceremoniously forcing a finger into the Sister who gasped as he lay her hand across the huge erection in his breeches, "Or I will push this into every orifice of your body until I am sated. I trust you know that that will be a long time!"

Drakkar went straight to the Lower Dungeon from the Court Girls' Quarters. The men on duty were alert and came quickly to attention upon his approach, but he would have expected nothing more from the men handpicked by Bernhart. There were very few young faces here. All were hardened veterans and those that were young were so accomplished and ahead of their years that they would most certainly became Cohort Commanders within a very short period of time.

Drakkar walked to Dannica's cell. The guards came stiffly to attention and remained silent waiting for his command. The tension and anger in his face was intimidating.

After a few seconds he barked three short words.

"Open the door!"

[stormkitten]

Dannica had expected to be in the cell a short time. The more minutes that went by the more she doubted that. Not completely understanding. Sire was angry, very angry but she was not entirely sure why. Was it the sword practice? That did not seem likely. He had insisted on the fight. Had she disappointed him? That did not really seem likely either. She knew she was strong enough to easily take Torsten, probably a good number of his other soldiers as well. She simply was not on par with him yet. Soon. Maybe.
Maybe he had been told about her staying with her cousin. He surely could not blame her for not wanting to be alone. Or her insistence at his better treatment, the blankets and pillows. That should not have made him this angry. It was not like she was going to fuck her cousin. He was blood. The man had practically raised her. Besides he had done nothing to deserve such harsh treatment.
Thinking about her cousin brought back the memory of the scream. Had it been him? Was Sire so angry that he was striking out at him? And what about Ian? Sire had refused any kind of question about the other twin. Was he suffering like Issac had before coming here? Dannica found herself feeling sick and needing to push the thoughts away. She knew if she let these thoughts consume her she would be back on the brink of insanity before Sire returned for her.
At some point the door opened enough for a tray of food to be slide in. Dannica was shocked. Staring at it for a long time. He was not coming for her. He really was not coming for her. For the moment she forgot about the food. Calling softly “….Sire?” When she heard no reply she called again, and again.
By the end of the hour, she was screaming. “…Sire please…. ” By the time she went silent, her throat was sore. She felt sick to her stomach. Dannica forced herself to eat because she had to. Afterward she moved away from the door and slept. It was easy for her to loose track of time. Food coming was the only indication of time passing and by the third meal she was not sure morning from night. Her thoughts consumed and turned.
Dannica was not sure when the first thoughts of Torsten entered her mind. Somehow he came up, maybe she had been thinking about the way Sire had fucked her. Rough as always. It reminded her of Torsten being so gentle. Maybe he had been a little free with his touch, a little inappropriate but never pushing the limits. She had almost liked. That was when she realized what Sire must have seen when he had arrived back.
By then she had locked herself away afternoon after afternoon alone with Torsten so that he could train her. Well over a month now. While her intentions had been only training it became painfully obvious to her how others might not think so. Hell even Torsten had been pushing for more and more recently, thinking that he wanted more than a little touch. And she had let him. She had told herself she was being innocent enough. A small substitute for Sire’s touch after he stopped fucking her. Would it really have gone farther if Sire had not stepped in? Maybe not today but in the future? How long? Torsten had been comfortable enough to ask about her wings, it must not have been too much longer before he thought she owed him for all the teasing. That thought made her feel even sicker.
The door opening had come to mean nothing to her. Another guard bringing food. Tormented by her thoughts and the darkness, she had started to close down again. The idea of Sire this angry with her tore her apart. Retreating into herself to escape the darkness and voices. Her own screaming seemed to have no effect no matter what she said. Just wanting it to end. Dannica felt like she had been given everything and just as quickly it was all taken away. So when the door opened, she stared at the light, unable to see for a long moment. When the door did not shut right away she forced herself to look harder.
“Sire?” The word coming out strained and horse. Carefully she crawled to him. Afraid of his reaction. She came to a stop at his feet. Gently reaching up to take his hand in her own, trying to nuzzle his hand with her cheek.
“please… please… Sire… I didn’t mean it…” Pausing she waited, hoping to hear his voice. When there was nothing she continued. Try to explain what happen. She really had not been thinking of any other man but him. “I know what it looked like with Torsten but I swear… swear swear… I had innocent thoughts… wanting to make you proud of me… to show I had a skill with the blade…. But I was so weak, so out of practice… I was ashamed for you to see me like that…”
“…. please….” Dannica continued to babble on and apologize for everything that came to mind. There was a slightly desperate edge to her voice now. “I swear it won’t happen again…. Please don’t leave me here alone….”

[soulless]

"Guards, close the door! Leave us!" Drakkar barked and as the heavy oak door slammed shut the heavy bolts dragging across metal and stone, and footsteps retreated he reached down and grabbed the girls hair pulling her harshly to her feet. He pushed her against the wall before grabbing at the torn dress she still clutched to her body and ripped it away, dropping it on the stone floor behind him. He surveyed the perfect body, everything in proportion, everything smooth and she let him look, dropping her hands, spreading her legs, standing still and looking away. She trembled. It was not fear of harm or death she must know that if he intended to kill her she would already be dead.

Drakkar approached her his erection agonizingly hard. As he reached out to touch a breast his penis twitched and he had an overwhelming desire to fuck her there, but now was not the time of place. Very very soon, but not right now.

"It was not innocent Nica! You were watched. His searches were inappropriate. I apologize for that. But you did nothing to resist. He felt your breasts, he felt between your thighs. Did you protest? Did you say "No!"? Did you report him?"

When Dannica opened her mouth as if to speak he slapped her.

"Whore! I offer you a Kingdom! Your life, that of your cousins, of your entire race and this is how you reward me. By allowing a petulant soldier to finger your cunt whilst I am away. How long before you would have spread your legs wider for him? Braced your arms against the wall as he thrust into you? How long before he grunted and left his seed inside you to drip down your thighs as you played swords together?"

Drakkar surveyed her for a while longer, the longing in his loins could wait no longer.

"If he means so much to you, I will let you choose!" Drakkar stated. Turning to the door he shouted, anger evident in his voice. Guards ran to the door opening it slightly and handing him a robe. Only after Dannica had put it on did the door open. It was Drakkar that took her arm, holding it painfully tight leading her down the dimly lit passage to another cell.

The door opened and Drakkar pushed her inside, still holding her. The door shut behind them and Drakkar pushed her forward. This was not simply a cell, but a torture chamber. It was larger, better lit and adorned with racks tables and various restraining devices. In the centre of the room was a reclined chair made of wood with straps to restrain the occupant. Dannica could see it was designed to hold the occupants legs wide apart and that could only mean it was meant for women, but even this did not draw her attention or her thoughts.

Dannica was looking at the crumpled figure chained to the wall beside the chair. The body was bare, covered in blood, muscular but lean. It was a man though barely recognizable as such. As they approached the face looked up, bloody and bruised, teeth missing, nose broken.

"Sire!" the figure coughed blood spurting from his mouth.

"Torsten?" Dannica cried quietly, despite barely being able to recognize him there was little doubt in her mind that it could only be him.

[stormkitten]

Dannica collapsed to her knees at Sire’s feet. Her back firmly pressed against his legs. This was almost surreal. Her mind racing with thoughts. This really could not be happening. Just could not. Days now she had heard screams and they had been his. She was not sure why she was so shocked. Maybe she told herself that he would not have tortured someone like this but that was a stupid thought.
Even as she stared in horror, she was not entirely sure she was truly sorry for him. No one deserved this but she could not help wondering if he had not asked for this. Torsten had been a guard of the dungeon for some time. He had known Sire for several years, if anyone should have known better it was him. He should have known what would happen if he touched her.
“Sire… please…” Dannica’s voice trailed off as she stared at the mess that was Torsten. It crossed her mind to beg him. It was obvious that Sire was skilled enough he could make her look like that bloody mess and he would see to it that she would not die. But even as she opened her mouth to beg for forgiveness, she realized she had already said all of that. There was not much left to say.
“… I… I… ask for the punishment for my poor judgment… I swear I did not mean for it to happen but that does not excuse me…” Dannica tilted her head back to look up at him, her cheek pressed against his leg. “ Maybe afterward you will allow me to ask for forgiveness…”

[soulless]

"Oh you will be punished Nica, but not how you think and he is going to watch!"

Drakkar pulled Dannica to her feet and for the second time that morning brutally disrobed her, tossing the rough woven fabric aside. Dannica tried to cover herself in front of Torsten who looked on dumbstruck but Drakkar's words stopped her.

"Put your hands down. Since when were whores afraid to show their body to a man? Let him look at what he desired. What he will never have."

As Dannica dropped her arms Drakkar reached around her grabbing her breasts and squeezing roughly.

"Did it feel good squeezing these Torsten huh? Did you crave more? Did you want to see her cunt?"

Roughly he pushed Dannica forward until her vagina was almost level with his face.

"Spread your legs!" Drakkar commanded.

Torsten looked away, "Sire, please!"

"Look at it!" Drakkar commanded and Torsten looked up as Drakkar pushed Dannica's hips forward so that her vulva was inches from Torsten's face.

"Smell it! I SAID SMELL IT!"

Torsten took a deep breath before Drakkars boot crashed into his side breaking ribs and he turned pulling Dannica to the chair. He threw her roughly onto it but she did not resist as he pulled her legs wide securing them in the stirrups.

Undoing his breeches Drakkar released the erection and Torsten just gazed in disbelief. Drakkar approached Dannica who tensed up aware of how open and unable to stop him she was. His erection was larger and harder than ever and he was angry. She cried out as he inserted the head into her.

"Sire! Please wait!"

"Choose Nica! Stay here with him forever and your cousins and people will die, slain by my sword whilst you fuck in your cell or tell me to fuck you and you will be my whore forever. He will die at your hand but your cousins and people will live!"

Drakkar pushed in further and Dannica cried out her back arching the breasts firm and pert.

"Choose!"

[stormkitten]

Dannica could not help but be afraid. She knew this was going to hurt. More than that the last time he had been with her before leaving he had been told not to fuck her for at least a week. Part of her knew this was just as bad. She had enough time to wonder if her body had finally adjusted or if this was simply going to finish breaking her body. And as she lay there, she was okay with that.
A cry did escape her lips as he pushed into her. It was sore but he had fucked her not too long ago, her body had healed from it and was ready. Body arching, she absently tried to pull at the restraints. Not really trying to get away but unable to simply lay still. Breathing hard, she looked him in his eyes.
“Fuck me Sire…” Even if he had not threatened her cousins she would have choose him. Torsten had nothing on Sire. Despite everything, she only had feelings for Sire. “… there is only you!”
There were a few tears on the edge of her eyes. No matter how much it hurt, she was determined to keep her eyes on him. Knowing who was fucking her. Knowing that she only wanted him inside of her. Whimpering as he started to thrust into over and over again. Her body was forced to accommodate his size, that seemed impossible. Dannica was aware that this was what it felt like to have her body split in two.

[soulless]

Drakkar's senses became dulled until he was almost oblivious to the room. He was consumed with lust his testicles achingly heavy his shaft agonizingly erect and sensitive. It took almost five thrusts to get fully inside her tiny body by which time she was arching violently up upon every thrust.

Fully inserted he grabbed her tiny waist pulling her back as he thrust forward with his hips. The young woman cried out impaled on his cock and imprisoned in her restraints. With her back arched he could clearly see the movement of his cock inside her the head pushing on her abdomen as he thrust in and out.

Drakkar turned to look at Torsten, "Is this what you wanted? To fuck my woman? Can you make her scream like this?"

Torsten pulled at his chains angered and without fear

"She is in pain, no woman enjoys your touch Drakkar" he shouted.

"Tell me Nica, do you want me to stop, or do you want me to fuck you?" Drakkar asked withdrawing and holding himself at her entrance as Dannica lay there moaning and gasping for breath.

[stormkitten]

Dannica was barely aware of Torsten’s interruption, at least until Sire withdrew. Whimpering in protest, she could not help the feel loose of him. It might have stopped the pain but it left her feeling alone. Blinking slowly, it took her a second to digest his words and react.
Her head turned slightly to look over at where Torsten sat… stupid fool… “I told you this was not of your business, Torsten…”
Turning to look again at Sire. “Please don’t stop Sire! I… I… I… want you to fuck me!” Making a pleading sound in her throat. Her breathing had finally calmed enough to get the words out.
Dannica stared down the length of her body at him. She tried to wiggle her body slightly in encouragement but the restraints held her tight. Feeling him press his tip against her, she shuddered, mentally bracing for the pain and invasion. Starting to breath hard again. It hurt as much as before, a slow stretching of her body around his length. Feeling him press too deep inside of her. Crying out softly.

[soulless]

There would be no more interruptions. Drakkars fingers dug deep into Nica's waist and hips, holding her immobile as he thrust every inch of the enormous organ into her. She would satisfy him. Nica moaned and cried out, whimpered and screamed but he did not relinquish his hold. His thrusts became progressively harder, his upper torso sweating profusely from the effort. His grunts became ragged following in faster and faster succession and then without warning a final thrust so hard it lifted Nica's body clear off the chair, the flesh in the centre of her abdomen protruding from the pressure of the erection inside it.

Drakkar groaned and emptied his seed into her gripping her breast and leaning into the chasm created by her spread thighs. He pushed inside of her as he shot and shot and shot. Seminal fluid flooded her womb and her cunt, coating his shaft and then spilling out of her onto the stone floor. When the shuddering of both their bodies had ended, Drakkar withdrew from her, the huge flaccid member swinging between his thighs like a thick rope. Copious amounts of sperm gushed from Nica's vagina pooling beneath the chair.

Silence filled the room as both men listened to the girl's laboured breathing. Drakkar untied her and gently but unceremoniously pulled her to her feet. She could barely stand, her face contorted in shock and as she moved it displayed pain as she clutched her abdomen.

Drakkar turned to the table of torture instruments and pulled a hideous looking hooked blade from the assortment of tools there. He put it into Nica's hand, and gently pushed her towards Torsten.

"Kill him! Soldier!" he said.

[stormkitten]

Dannica was not sure if she actually was thankful to feel him withdraw or sad. Feeling his seed already running down her ass and pooling on the stone floor. It would have surprised her if any seed remained inside of her. Breathing hard, her body was shaking. She gave him a thankful whimper when he finally unstrapped her. She was not so thankful to be pulled to her feet so quickly. Feeling like she needed to rest for a few minutes. Once she was on her feet, she realized both men were staring at him.
For a moment she could only stare at the blade that he placed in her hand. It had been a long time since she held a real blade. The gentle push got her feet moving forward. With her free hand, she reached out to touch the wall to steady herself. She needed just a minute to get herself under control, the pain was making it hard to think. Sire’s seed was still running down her thighs. It seemed wrong to about kill a man when she felt like little more than a whore.
Standing in front of Torsten he looked up at her like he didn’t believe she was going to do this. That she would side with him instead of Sire. Dannica could not help wonder if this was because she had led him on or if it was because he could not see how she would want the abuse. Not that it mattered. Putting the thoughts out of her mind, she brought the blade down on his neck. It only seemed to take moments for the light in his eyes to die away.
Gently she pushed away from the wall. Looking toward Sire. She really was not sad about the death. The blade hung at her side. Not ready to give it up yet. Knowing it could be a long time before he let her have another. Her free hand now moved back to hold her stomach, there was still pain and cramping.
“It is done, master…”

[soulless]

"Good!" replied Drakkar walking towards her his strong arms grabbing her body. He touched her for what seemed an eternity ignoring her cries as he explored every inch of her, grabbed her breasts, fingered her, stroked her sides and abdomen until finally his erection stirred again and dutifully she knelt and took him in her mouth. After a short time Drakkar's need to be inside her returned and ignoring her cries he put her back into the chair.

"That time was for his benefit this time is for mine!" he said as he slowly began to penetrate her her hips raising up again as she cried out.

[stormkitten]

Dannica let him take the blade from her without a fight. The metal grip slipping from her fingers. His exploration was surprising. He was not gentle but she did not expect him to be. Keeping her arms slightly from her body so that he could explore without interruption. A painful whimper escaped her lips as his fingers pushed into her sex. Sore, she was still too sore. And was actually thankful when she went to her knees.
The relief was too little when he insisted on being inside of her. Lying back in the chair, she spread her legs for him. “Please…. I don’t need … I don’t need tied down… Good girl…” Going silent. Eyes pleading. There was a long minute she thought he was going to tie her down anyways.
Feeling him against her entrance, she took a deep breath. Dannica closed her eyes against the slow invasion. She tried not to scream but her sex was still too sore, crying out over and over again. Begging him to stop did not make him stop and it did not make her feel better so her cries were wordless noise. Something to express what was happening to her.
Dannica moved her hands above her head to hold on to the edge of the table. Nails digging into the wood. The move raised her pale breast slightly. She kept her hips raised. Partly hoping the angle would ease the pain, partly because she could not help but twist and buck. In her mind she could not help but pray for it to be over soon. Looking down the of her body, she watched as he thrust into her body, aware that she could see his shaft pressing against her abdomen, protruding slightly. She thought she should feel horrified but could not bring herself to truly feel it.
Finally feeling his thrusts become more erratic, she held her breath waiting. Her was voice horse and raw. Feeling his final thrust, Dannica screamed loudly. Oddly her hips continued to move against him, accepting the last of his seed. When he stood up she moved her knees closer together as if that would help the pain. She could feel warm liquid dripping out of her and down her ass cheeks. Obviously in no hurry to get up. Closing her eyes, she was breathing hard, occasional whimpers of pain escaped her lips.

[soulless]

Drakkar moved around the table after withdrawing watching her. Semen dripped from her cunt and her breasts rose and fell heavily. Her eyes were closed and she was in pain.

As he drew level with her head he put the huge cock against her mouth and let her lick him clean, as he fondled her breasts roughly.

"You will remain in this cell, until you have convinced me that you are worthy to be my wife and are ready to admit your indiscretions. Torsten's body will remain here to remind you of what will happen to your cousins if you do not."

Drakkar dressed as Nica lay there still trying to regain some composure after her savage fucking.

"You will not see the healer," Drakkar continued, "I will return to fuck you daily until you have satisfied me. When you cannot manage without the healer, you will ask to be allowed to see him. I will judge from how long you continue to please me whilst in pain as to how sorry you are."

Turning he left without another word leaving Nica naked on the table sperm dripping from her still looking into Torsten's lifeless face.

[stormkitten]

Dannica did not know long she laid on the table. Not really asleep but not really awake. It seemed like an eternity passed in the low light. Very carefully she finally rolled off the table. Crawling to a corner, curling up on the wall. The coldness seeped into her body, chilling her to the done. Legs pulled up to her chest, she sat still for hours sliding in and out of consciousness. At some point she woke hearing the door shut, there was a tray just inside the door. Not having the strength and finding that it was not worth the pain, she did not move to get it.
His words rang in her ears over and over again. At the moment she could not remember a single time that she had really pleased him. Let alone something on the scale to prove she was worthy. Surely there had been a time but her mind was not working very well. Pain, there was a lot of pain. Pathetic. When he took her to his bed, it was always with another woman. Even when she was healed she could not satisfy him. What hope did she have in this condition?
After that her thoughts only got darker and more hopeless. Questioning repeatedly why did it matter? Part of her knew rationally he did not have a choice about her becoming his queen. If he wanted peace and the Norhdi army then this had to happen. Although she knew just as easily she could be broken and insane by the time that came to be. That led to a new thought.
Maybe that was the answer. A means to an end. That was all she was. Another body to fuck like every other court girl. He was not asking for an equal, he was not even asking her to stand with him. Her purpose as queen seemed for the purpose of peace and after that she doubted she would ever be needed outside the bedroom again. If that is all that her life was going to mean what was the point in holding out, holding on to her sanity? It had taken all three of her cousins to keep her occupied and out of trouble. One cousin dead, and it could not be risked to have the twins in the same room together, it was hard to believe Sire would be able to do it on his own.
Dannica ignored the memories. The ones that almost made it seem like Sire’s attention was enough. They had been small things but it had calmed something inside of her. She didn’t want to think about those right now. They made it almost feel like she was something more than a whore. With that thought she roughly pushed the thoughts away. Telling herself to just let it go. If she did not expect him to care, then she would not feel disappointment. It would be easier this way.
If she just let herself go it would be okay. Yeah, the twins would be pissed at her, but she was not their problem anymore. There was a peacefulness of the mind once everything was settled. She remembered that was one of the things she missed the most when her cousins had worked on bringing her back from that place. Dannica did not really Sire would care that much or try to bring her back. It would give him her body without wondering if she was going to betray him a second time. That would keep her cousins safe too right? If she could behave then he would have no reason to hurt her cousins.
Part of what had gotten her in trouble was craving his attention and affection. Not that she would admit that to him. Saying it aloud would make it real. If it was real then she was not sure she would really survive the rejection. It would make sharing him with the other girls night after night unbearable. A peace at her decision helped ease her mind.
Dannica heard the door open and close several more times. But that did not matter. Staying in her corner, she just could not find it in herself to have an appetite. Some how she knew the difference between the guards opening the door and when Sire finally opened it. Eyes opening at last, she tried to smile but she did not quite make it. Carefully she started to crawl across the floor to him. It was the first time she had moved in half a day, the first time she was reminded of the pain of his previous fuckings. Stopping on her knees just in front of him. Brushing her cheek over his hand.
“… master…” She greeted softly.

[soulless]

When Drakkar had left Nica he had felt angry. He was not sated, he had deprived himself too long for that but he knew then that no woman satisfied him the way she did. He did not appreciate women. They existed for his personal pleasure. Each one was nothing more than a cunt and a pair of breasts to him. Nica's cunt and breasts were exquisite but there was something more, something deeper and it made him feel vulnerable. He should have killed her and then her people, perhaps tortured her cousin or told her to slit his throat. But he did not. Something in him craved her acceptance, her appreciation perhaps even her ... no, that did not bear thinking about!

When he reached his chambers the girls were waiting. They were more appealing than he had expected and he found himself already hard as he unbuttoned his tunic. The young sister approached him placing her had on his fierce some erection stroking it and stammering,

"Which of the girls do you wish to pleasure you first?"

Drakkar reached down grabbing the young woman's wrist hard twisting it making her cry out before bending her roughly over the stone dress table. He yanked up the skirt revealing the toned buttocks and neatly trimmed cunt hair.

"Get your fucking legs apart!" he growled as he released his massive erection. The young girls looked on in almost terror as Drakkar gripped the thick girth of the shaft and forced it between the poor woman's spread thighs. Despite her experience she screamed as with one massive thrust he speared her depths. Drakkar tore feverishly at her clothes exposing her silky white orbs barely getting a grip upon one of them before after only a dozen thrusts he erupted inside her, semen spilling out of her and pouring down her thighs. He grunted with each ejaculation before withdrawing and letting the woman collapse to the floor. He grabbed the prettiest of the girls throwing her onto her back on the bed and penetrated her with a single thrust. The girl cried out her hymen ripped to shreds with a single thrust clawing at the bed as he plundered her depths, impaling her over and over until again he orgasmed pouring his seed into her.

He fucked every girl that night, the prettier ones more than once. Most were virgins, but even Drakkar could hardly tell. All were tiny, tight and they all screamed as loud as each other. Even those that had already been fucked were not prepared for his girth or the power of his thrusts. When nightfall came the girls lay exhausted, scattered around the chamber, most with a mixture of blood and semen on their inner thighs.

Exhausted Drakkar pulled the sister to his bed stripping her naked and instructing her to use her mouth but he fell asleep before she could muster another erection from him.

In the morning he took the sister again roughly, her cries waking the other girls who looked on fearfully wondering if they would have to service the huge cock again. But as Drakkar withdrew, fresh semen dripping from between the young sister's thighs, he stood and dressed leaving them to painfully bathe themselves and wait not daring to go to the healer until released.

He went straight to her. She crawled across the floor to him naked and as her cheek brushed his hand his cock stirred again. in the semi darkness he released his shaft feeding it into her mouth and without saying anything Nica began to suck the monster to full hardness. When she had finished, Drakkar pulled her roughly to her feet pushing her over the chair in much the same way he had taken the sister the night before. Nica spread her thighs. She did not need to be told but she cried out just as loudly. It was over quickly, her firm body crushed painfully against the wood her breasts bouncing as he fucked her ferociously, as if he wanted to kill her. She could hardly breathe as he rested his full weight on her as he came, sperm bursting from her lips around the thick shaft coating both of their legs.

Drakkar finally withdrew dripping with sweat and in an attempt to cover up his desire to hold her to him, he squeezed her breasts roughly letting her fall to the floor before telling her she would pleasure him again later.

But as he left the cell he looked at Bernhart. Grief wracked his brow and finally he barked at his comrade.

"Send for some court girls. Have her bathed and dressed and bring her some proper food. See that the healer attends to her and then put her in the cell with her cousin!"

Bernhart made as if to question him but stopped as Drakkar barked again.

"Not now my friend, just do as I ask ... please!"

Drakkar left passing Bernhart who simply bowed and muttered in acceptance

"As you please Sire!"

[stormkitten]

Dannica accepted the place on the floor that she landed. Her stomach was cramping painfully and she did not have the strength to crawl back to the corner. At least not when he would be back in only a few hours. Cold stone was cold stone. Close her eyes, she was nearly asleep when the door opened. Not bothering to move, figuring it was merely a guard that was trying to give her a food tray. She was more than a little surprised when she heard screams and what sounded like someone trying to back away.
That was enough motivation for her to open her eyes. There were several court girls standing in the door way trying to get back out of the room. She could not look that bad. Then she remembered Torsten’s body was still leaning against the wall. She could not smell it but no doubt the new comers could. Dannica actually smiled a little… damn pampered bitches… Probably never seen a dead body before. Sure enough to girls eyes were on the body not her.
The guard behind them roughly pushed the girls in telling them the sooner they finished the sooner they could leave. One of them took charge, probably an experienced sister. Dannica tried to ask what was going on but her throat was raw and it was too much work. Gently but quickly the girls bathed her body washing away the dungeon dirt, drying cum, and Torsten’s blood. What was even more surprising was when they helped her dress. The skirt was extremely short and the back seemed to be missing out of the shirt but it felt good to be covered again. One of the girls braided her hair. When they were done, the sister directed a guard to help her stand. He actually ended up carrying her since she was not in her right mind to stand.
After a little walk, a cell door opened. She felt her body passed from the guard to someone else. Opening her eyes she realized she recognized the scent and feel. Issac gently set her down on the makeshift bed. She realized that the guards had not taken the bedding that she had dragged down. Either they did not care or had other things to worry about. He cradled her body as one of the sisters came in with a tray of food. Dannica turned away from it. She was not hungry. Alls he could think about was sleep.
“What happen to her?”
“She will be fine, just had a rough night with Sire. Sometimes he can be a little rough with the girls.”
“Rough? Look at her, she is damn near mad.” There was a little more anger in his voice this time. Almost enough so that the guard at the door started to step forward before the sister raised her hand to stop him.
“I am sorry, I don’t know anything about that. Sire Drakkar has had her in the dungeons going on five days now.”
“I am fine Issac…”
“I am looking right at you Dannica. You are not fine. You have that same look in your eyes that you did years ago. You are on the damn edge. ”
“I am fine. I like where I am… its peaceful…”
“Damn it Dannica, this isn’t a game”
“Sir, she had not eaten in over a day…”
Issac closed his eyes for a moment. Trying to get control of himself. “Come on Nica, you have got to eat.”
“Not hungry….”
“Too bad, you are eating… At the moment you don’t know what’s good for you.” Between her cousin and the sister, the managed to force her to eat before the Healer finally arrived. He had to squeeze past the guard at the door. The healer soon took the woman’s place at her side and started to examine her for injuries.
“Nica you need to try to fight this. Try to pull yourself back together.”
“I don’t want to…”
“What is the problem?” Issac looked up sharply at the other man. Obviously not sure if he wanted to say anything more.
“Her… kind… are, susceptible to madness…. Some of it comes from the constant restraints. There is an overwhelming need to have freedom, maybe more so than the average person. But because of the risks of discovery they have less freedom than the average person. Long imprisonments have drove more than one insane. Extended pain and torture tends to break them faster than normal as well. She has already been broken once when she was a child and over the years have only been one or two steps away.”
“This is my choice Issac.”
“For what? What purpose?”
“I can be happy…” For the first time in a while her eyes opened to look at the soldier at the door. Partly recognizing Bernhart. “Master does want anything more than a whore does he?” Dannica wasn’t sure if he was going to answer or not, Issac cut off any answer that might have come.
“Go to sleep, you need to sleep.” Issac rubbed his face in frustration. His attention turning for her to the healer. ”Do you have something to help her sleep? I am not sure Lord Drakkar will be too pleased with what I have in mind.”
The healer reached for a near by cup and Issac managed to force her to drink several gulps. Within minutes she was having trouble keeping her eyes open. Soon drifting off to peaceful sleep.

[soulless]

Drakkar knew exactly what to expect when he returned to the cell. Bernhart had filled him in. the soldiers had been briefed well and before he appeared two guards entered the cell and bound Isaac. Drakkar was not scared of Isaac. He did not underestimate Issac's ability but he certainly did not doubt his ability to take him in a straight fight. He was aware of something that Bernhart had said before however. The idea that he might be blindsided whilst in climax, so preoccupied with the woman that he was ejaculating into that he did not see the blade coming. And Drakkar intended to ejaculate inside Nica whilst her cousin watched.

Bernhart closed the door behind Drakkar. The bolt slid loudly across and then there was silence as Bernhart and the guards retreated to the end of the corridor.

"Are you so scared of me Drakkar?" Isaac asked.

"You think I bound you because I fear you?" Drakkar replied.

"What other reason could there be?" Isaac enquired.

"I wish to tell you a few important truths," Drakkar said quietly, "truths which you will have to accept, but which you don't want to. If your anger precludes your common sense we will no doubt end up fighting and you my friend despite your bravery and confidence would most likely die. I don't dislike you Isaac, but you are a threat. She on the other hand adores you as she does your twin brother."

"What are you talking about?" said Isaac somewhat irritated already.

"If Nica was no more than a whore to me, you would be dead already."

"You want to tell me you are in love with her?" Isaac queried angrily, "The girl can hardly walk, what difference is she to one of your court girls."

"She wants to be here Isaac. She wants to satisfy me. Do you understand?"

"No!" said Isaac, "I don't and that's why I drugged her so that she will not suffer anymore!"

"Believe me," said Drakkar as he undid his breeches and let them fall to the floor showing the thick heavy penis that hung almost to his knee, "If I fuck her she will wake up!"

Isaac stared at the huge cock for seconds and then turned away, acutely aware that angering him more or goading him was likely to mean Nica would get savagely fucked.

Drakker sat on the bed removing his boots and breeches. He wore no weapons. Sitting there naked from the waist down in just a loose shirt he forced Nica's thighs gently but firmly apart lifting the short skirt exposing her buttocks. She was naked and her vagina moist as he slid a finger into her. Nica stirred moaning her hips lifting allowing him to force the finger deeper and Nica moaned again. Her eyes fluttered open and then closed and she muttered softly.

"Sire!, oh please!" she murmured.

"You see Isaac. Your drug has numbed any pain. She only feels pleasure!"

Issac looked on dumbstruck unsure what to do or say. Anger filled him but he knew anything he wanted to say could only potentially lead to Nica being sexually abused more. He felt uncomfortable. Agonizingly so. Nica was his cousin. He had been entrusted with her. His whole life had been devoted to keeping her away from men, and so there had never been any notion of jealousy. But she was beautiful. Her body was perfect. He had treated her like a sister but now he was watching her become sexually aroused. Her thighs spread voluntarily, long and slim, firm with lightly tanned skin. Her buttocks small and tight rose up and whilst she lay facing him so that her vagina was hidden from his view, there was no doubt that Drakkar's fingers were deep inside her. She began to moan louder her fingers gripping at the mattress and the loose shirt moved and as she lifted her head Isaac could see down the neckline her heavy breasts heaving, the nipples erect.

Isaac looked away staring at Drakkar but that only infuriated him more. The man's penis was huge standing erect like a flagpole and there seemed little doubt he was going to fuck Nica right in front of him. He knew now what Drakkar had said was true. understood now why he had been bound, why he was being forced to watch this. Disgusted with the swelling of his own erection he clamped his thighs together as Drakkar grabbed the open back of the shirt and in one powerful movement ripped the thin silk clear in half exposing Nica's back. Her tattoos were very very dark and the surface rippled, like veins under the skin.

Drakkar's fingers thrust deeper and Nica's moans filled the tiny cell. Isaac looked away in shame as Drakkar reached under her grabbing a full breast as she cried out.

"Sire! Please there, don't stop! don't stop!"

Nica climaxed loudly on her knees her body shaking her abdomen contracting violently her cunt squeezing around Drakkars fingers. She cried out then more in pain than pleasure. there was a sound like fabric ripping and Isaac turned to see the flesh on her back split and the wings emerge like a baby being born. Blood adhered to the tips of the first white feathers to break through. Nica screamed still shaking violently in orgasm as the wings filled the room, touching the walls and ceiling. Drakkar was amazed but he also recognized an opportunity that in his wildest dreams he could never have foreseen and violently he grabbed the thick cartilage at the base of the wings.

Isaac shouted then.

"No be careful Drakkar, don't hurt her!" he stared on but it was useless and at last Isaac accepted that Drakkar's motions were driven by lust not a desire to hurt Nica. Isaac's own erection rose fiercely as Nica's ripped shirt fell to the bed and she lifted her torso as Drakkar pulled on her wings her full breasts firm, rounded and nipples erect were displayed to both men. Drakkar impaled her then sinking three quarters of his massive dick into her young slim body. She cried out but it was not pain like the birth of her wings. Even the strong lust filled thrusts that followed as Drakkar thrust every inch of his cock into her only made her moan in heat.

Isaac was not sure how long it lasted. Probably less than two minutes as Drakkar was obviously highly aroused. But it seemed to go on forever. Drakkar's grunting and Nica's moans interspersed with cries of "Sire!" and "Molski!" which was Nhordhri for "God!" Isaac was not sure what was worse, this or the thought of her being in pain. He was disgusted with his reaction to her arousal. Finally both Drakkar's grunts and Nica's cries grew in intensity. She cried out louder the depth of his thrusts finally causing discomfort.

"Please Sire! Wait! ..." she cried but her body denied her and she screamed as her orgasm overpowered her. The tendons on her neck stood out and Isaac watched the muscles in her stomach, pelvis and thighs contract powerfully and seconds later Drakkar grabbed her by the shoulders ramming into her holding her still as she continued to convulse emptying his seed into her young body. He grunted loudly with each ejaculation. Isaac counted seven before he switched off trying to hide from his mind the image of Nica coming violently impaled on the thick shaft, Drakkar clutching her too him as he pumped his ejaculate into her willing body.

When Drakkar finally withdrew, Nica fell forward exhausted still shuddering in the aftermath of orgasm, breathing heavily as semen poured from her vagina onto the stone floor. Slowly the wings folded and withdrew, disappearing to where they had come from. The tattoos rippled for a while and then they too disappeared. Drakkar yanked at the short skirt tearing it from her and finally Nica rolled onto her back, flushed and exhausted. Her hands above her head she breathed heavily her breasts rising and falling hard, Isaac desperately trying not to look at her body as Drakkar dressed.

"Now do you understand?" Drakkar asked.

Isaac looked away unable to speak, trying to cover his erection but when he looked across Nica was already staring at it. She looked quickly away then back at Drakkar smiling.

"Sire!" she gasped through deep breaths, still not recovered from the fuck she had just received.

"Bernhart!" Drakkar shouted and there was sound as guards began running along the corridor. Drakkar spoke to Bernhart and within a few minutes the door opened and a young pretty court girl was pushed inside. Drakkar pulled off her robe to display a firm ripe body and pointed to Isaac. The girl fell to her knees and pulled at Isaacs robes releasing the still erect penis before descending on it with her mouth. Isaac pulled in his bonds but he was powerless. Nica looked over confused. Isaac had never been more humiliated in his life but with the young girls mouth on his cock and Nica still naked he eventually had no choice but to sit back groaning and close his eyes. Drakkar undid the breeches and pulled Nica upright pushing his dick back into her mouth. Nica responded bobbing up and down immediately taking as much of the shaft as she could. Drakkar was hard again.

"What do you want Sire?" she asked, but before the words were even out Drakkar had pulled her to the stone floor and mounted her. Her cries filled the room again her back arched and as Drakkar looked up he saw Isaac staring at her his chest heaving his thighs trembling as the young court girl sucked him.

Nica cried out, the drug was wearing off but the friction only made the thrusts more intense. Drakkar thrust into her savagely and as his second coming approached Nica orgasmed. Her back arched and she reached out grabbing the court girl who fell against Isaac. Isaac grunted and Drakkar pulled out of Nica shoving the massive cock into the young girl from behind she screamed raising her head as Isaac ejaculated powerfully shooting sperm into Nica's face and hair. He reached out and as his hand touched Nica's breast he grabbed it momentarily consumed with lust as he came twice more. Drakkar held the young girls hips and thrust hard twice sending her into screams of pain before he came inside her.

Sheepishly Isaac released his grip on Nica's breast and Nica immediately pulled away. Drakkar finished ejaculating watching the embarrassment of Nica and Isaac building. Finally he dragged the poor court girl to her feet and told her to dress.

"Sire?" Nica asked, but Drakkar silenced her.

"When you are ready to return to my chambers and satisfy me properly you will be released. I suggest you talk to your cousin." Pushing the court girl out ahead of him Drakkar left the cell and the guards pushed the door closed behind him.

Nica pulled a blanket around her naked body. It was a pathetic gesture in view of what they had both witnessed and done but she felt embarrassed there sitting alone with him naked. Neither of them knew what to say, not quite sure what had happened. Slowly and blushing, Nica began to wipe her cousins sperm from her face and hair.

[stormkitten]

After a few minutes, a guard came in to release Issac’s bonds. He did not approach her right away. That was probably for the best. As much as she was dying for someone to hold her and it was not Issac’s touch that she craved. Sitting with her knees pulled up to her chest, she started to cry. Crying for a long time, all she could was cry. When the sounded died down, she became aware that her head was resting on Issac’s lap. She was so tired.
“Are you sure he is not Nordhri?”
“It’s not funny Issac.” Dannica knew he had a point. The men of her homeland were hard men. Often difficult for a woman to stand him, even harder for her to live with him. It made the women as strong as their man. That is if she survived. Pain and abuse was prevalent the first year or two. What did not kill made for a strong life bond.
“No… no its not…” He was silent for a long time. “We never discussed you having a mate before.”
“I was not suppose live long enough.” That was a painful reminder.
“ Well you have, and apparently he plans to keep you that way. Why don’t we start this discussion with what he meant when he left? Are you refusing to let him fuck you?”
For a while she was silent, so silent he had began to think she fell asleep. “ Up until a few days ago… he had not fucked me in weeks. He tends to be a little rougher and hurt me pretty bad. The Healer declared I was unusable. Even once I got better the Healer suggested I not mention anything until asked. Well he never asked.”
Even when she paused, Issac waited silently.”I let one of his guards go too far. We didn’t fuck but he was less than happy. I have tried begging for his forgiveness. Tried telling him how sorry I am. His response was to punish me till he thought I was sorry enough. Every time I think he is done punishing me, I am proven wrong…” … even now…. She did not say the words out loud, she did not have to it hung between them.
“And what does he expect from you?”
“I am not entirely sure. I have said everything I can think of over and over again. If he is waiting till I can satisfy him in bed, I fear I will never leave the dungeon.”
Issac interrupted her. “He said you satisfy him. Said that he has feelings for you. Has he not told you before?”
“When?” Dannica was almost in disbelief
“A little while ago… He has not told you before?”
“No…” Again silence for a long time.
“Where do the General’s come in at?” Almost asleep, Dannica considered whether to answer or whether go on to sleep.
“I am simply waiting for His permission. He will send one of you in my stead to negotiate the deal.”
“You’re comfortable with that?”
“Yes…” If he said anything after that, she did not hear, falling asleep but it was far from peaceful sleep.