Ransom (Open)

[EvilJ]

If Cat thought her words would cause the Admiral pain or humiliation, his reaction did not convey any sign of it to her. She slammed him with her words - the diplomat's strongest weapon against savages and stood defiant and proud upon the conclusion of her speach. She wasn't entirely sure what would happen next, but was proud that she had stood up properly to this animal and put him in his place as well as warning him of the obvious repercussions of threatening nobility- true nobility- with such vile acts.

What she couldn't have possibly known was that her words had in fact saved her life and the lives of countless others ashore. The Admiral had been testing her to see if she had any spirit left. He enjoyed his meat rar and his captives strong-willed. He was far more cruel than she could imagine. Before he set to sea with the wars, he had been a hunter and found that he grew bored easily unless he was either chasing something that was running in terror or inflicting agony to that prey. Upon losing the ability to hunt lesser animals on land, his fascination with cruelty shifted to humans at sea.

If she had not responded to his goad, the Admiral would have unceremoniously cast her to his men as a plaything; a fate that was always short, agonizing and fatal when it was done the first night a woman was aboard the ship. Then he would have turned his attention to the little village beyond the dock and attacked until he found a suitable consort, faulting the king for selling him a worthless wench as he laid waste to the town. By the time the King had word of his attack he would have been asea and halfway to his fleet, making him invulnerable.

Cat had no idea of any of this. She only knew one thing; his face broke into a massive smile at her words. He tossed the Indian girl to the floor and walked over to a large cedar closet with two large doors that opened outward. When he opened the door she could see all manner of painful instruments hanging inside. He pulled out two short leather straps and told the girl he'd tossed aside to tie Cat on her knees to two of the lower loops on the pole and that he wanted Cat facing him.

As the girl moved toward Cat, the Admiral pulled the other girl to her feet and bound her hands behind her. She winced as he tightened the straps and sobbed as his hands roamed her body. He undid her clothes and she stood naked in front of Cat (save for her leash, a gold chain around her waist and gold anklets , but when his hands slipped between her thighs, she resisted his touch. He reached up to her ponytail and gripped it.

"I am PRINCESS... no more rape. Please." She half-protested, half-begged.

"Adorable", he mused. "She still hasn't figured out her own younge sister sold her to me so she could have her man and her money." With his free hand he reached around and twisted the woman's nipple severely and she screamed in full throated agony. Then he turned to the other girl.

"Bind her tightly. She has a sharp tongue. Let's see if we can soften it."

The Indian girl picked up a jewelled blade and approached Cat, smiling.

"On your knees now, whore. Tonight, I will enjoy a show, as your father did years ago," the woman said, "and I hope to participate as I did that night as well. But this time, I will be willing."

[Dollface]

Maybe, if Cat had known of what would have been her fate along with the fate of an innocent village, she would have not felt as sorry for herself as she did. At the same time, she knew that she wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she allowed the Admiral to strip away at her parents’ memory; and, though she still clung viciously to the hope of rescue, tiny tendrils of doubt were beginning to form in her mind, making her wonder if soon she would have only memories of her past life to turn to, if she would ultimately end up as broken as poor Aggy and if she would even be able to recognize those old memories as hers, or if she would begin to think of them as parts of a pleasant story she had been told once…

Her blood ran cold as she watched the Admiral smile. There would be pain in her not-too-distant future, she knew; it was merely a matter of staying sane and not breaking under the Admiral’s tortures, no matter what they may be, until she was brought home. And she would be, Cat told herself. Someone, somewhere had to put together the pieces of the puzzle—she just hoped that it happened soon.

The girl’s pleas broke her from her train of thought. Cat’s eyes widened when she saw the way the poor girl was being treated—but surely, this girl couldn’t really be a princess? Humiliation was one thing, but there was no way that a man, even one as twisted as the one in front of her would treat royalty in such a manner. She watched with horror was the Admiral’s hand when between the Asian girl’s thighs, almost not even noticing the Indian girl as she approached with the leather straps and the fine sword. When the girl screamed as the Admiral twisted her nipple painfully, Cat herself winced, her hands balling up into fists. “Leave her alone you… You… Monster!” She shouted before she could stop herself, beginning to sob and feeling quite overwhelmed with all the suffering she was being forced to watch. Worriedly, her mind dwelled on Aggy again, praying that she would make it through the night safely.

The Indian girl approached, and Cat glared at her warily through her tears. When she was commanded to get on her knees, Cat simply stood in place, still glaring at the girl. In response, the girl lifted the sword with a smile, as if to remind Cat of its presence. Reluctantly, Cat fell obediently to her knees, this time turning her gaze to the Admiral and tilting her head back so her chin stuck out defiantly as the girl bound her.

[EvilJ]

The room began to sway as the Admiral tightened his grip on the "princess" and it was obvious the boat was putting to sea, the faint sounds of her crew screaming to each other in various languages wafting down to the Admiral's cabin. He wrapped his hand around her long black ponytail and his other hand held her hands down by the straps behind her and pushed her forward. The effect was that her body was elongated, even more so when she spread her legs and tried to gain purchase on the floor to stop him pushing her forward. She used every muscle in her body to push back agaianst him, to halt her own forward momentum, but the struggle was useless. He seemed to extert next to no effort in pushing her forward at a sadistically slow and steady pace. In fact, he was humming a romantic ditty that Cat remembered from her childhood as he did so.

"No. Not girl. Not WHITE girl. Please. You dishonour." The princess begged as the Admiral stood her before Cat. Her pussy was level with Cat's chin and her hips occassionally brushed Cat's face as she struggled harder to break the man's grip. Cat could see that there was no longer any hair on the woman's nether regions. She had been shaved bald down there and Cat could see her tiny labial lips clearly as she writhed in the grip of their captor. The gyrations of her soft belly reminded Cat once again of the humiliating dance she had seen years ago, but this time the musky smell of a woman's pussy filled her nostrils as she saw it repeated.

The girl tightened her legs together, crossing them tightly to stop what she knew was next. There, apparently, was nothing worse in her mind than being defiled by a White woman's tongue in her mind. The Admiral corrected that notion immediately by releasing her hands but not her ponytail and hitting her repeatedly in the face with his calloused open palm

"Open. Your. Legs," he said with each blow."Open. Your. Legs. Open Your-"

By the last slap the girl opened her legs wide and stood lewdly before Cat, still trembling with rage, fear and pain. Her lip bled from the slaps and she turned her hazel eyes to the tapestries on the ceiling and gritted her teeth muttering a string of Chinese that was obviously a curse on the man. Ignoring the curses, the Admiral pawed the girls ample breasts with his free hand and lapped at her neck before biting it. Hard. She screamed in a helpless rage, but stood stock still for fear of worse.

Now the Admiral looked at the Indian girl.

"Chandra," he said."Make her pleasure this girl with her sharp little tongue. If you are successful, you get to sleep on the bed tonight."

Cat had never seen a woman- any human actually- be so excited at the prospect of sleeping on a bed. The Indian (Chandra?) had wide eyes and began to thank the Admiral in the most profuse of terms. Over the prospect of sleeping on a bed. What had this man done to these women to so demoralize them?

Chandra moved to Cat and grabbed her hair. There was a determined look in her eye.

[Dollface]

Her heart began to break when she realized that they were at sea. The further they ventured out onto open water, her chances of being rescued became more and more unlikely—and her chances were miniscule to begin with. Another thought crossed her mind then: even if she was rescued, there was little hope of the king allowing her to come back home alive, much less free. He would probably take back all of his fine promises to keep her brother alive as well and would have him sent to the gallows. Her situation could not get any worse, she decided.

Then she saw the young princess being easily forced toward her by the Admiral, while he hummed a clever little tune that her grandmother had taught her as a child. Cat instinctively leaned backwards as much as she could, upset at being this close to another woman’s vagina. She had no idea what the Admiral was planning; all she knew was that it would undoubtedly be depraved.

Cat watched wordlessly as the woman crossed her legs in defiance of…what? She didn’t know, but she quickly lowered her head in humiliation, fresh tears streaming down her face when she heard the Admiral’s hand crack against the other girl’s face, screaming at her to open her legs all the while. Innocent little Cat had no idea why he was so adamant about the girl opening her legs, but she silently rooted for her, willing her not to give in. But the pain was evidently too much for the girl, who slowly uncrossed her legs, Cat still looking away in disgust.

The girl gave an ear-splitting scream, and Cat shuddered visibly, not knowing why the woman was screaming but too terrified and sickened to lift her eyes.

Over the scream, Cat heard the Admiral command the second girl—Chandra—to have Cat pleasure the struggling girl with her tongue, promising to reward her by allowing her to sleep on the bed. She had no idea what he meant by wanting her to pleasure the other girl, but being allowed to sleep on a bed seemed didn’t seem like much of a reward. Surely he wasn’t serious?

But Cat knew the answer as soon as she felt Chandra grip her by the hair, pulling her forward. “Stop!” Cat shrieked “What are you doing?!”

[EvilJ]

Chandra gripped Cat's hair and wound her fingers into it, holding her head steady, despite Cat's efforts. As Cat screamed her protestaions her nostrils were again filled with the musky scent of the young woman being held before her and the perfume that had also been applied to the girl's body. Cat tried harder to escape the grip of the woman, but felt her hair being pulled at the roots for her trouble. Cat had lived a sheltered, peaceful life. The only exercise she experienced was strolling and riding horseback among the groves of her family's estate. This woman who was holding her had carried trunks filled with riches and large trays laden with food for people like Cat until she became old enough to dance for their pleasure for hours on end. At that point in her life, she still carried their goods, but had that added responsibility. Cat was no physical match for her. To make matters worse, Chandra now had dropped the knife to the floor and was using her other hand to press her thumb painfully into the underside of Cat's chin.

Cat squeezed her eyes and lips shut and tried to pull away, nonetheless and the pain mounted. Her spirited struggles inspired the "princess" (was this girl actually some Oriental version of royalty, Cat wondered) to fight back, too. Cat could feel the girls soft pussy bump against her own face as she struggled valiantly against the brute holding her. With Cat's head between her legs she could no longer close them, but she was trying to push away. The result was her pussy was bumping Cat's face and Cat realized that in spite of her fear and disgust (or perhaps because of it? Who knew with yellow savages?) the girl was leaving wetness smeared on Cat's face from her pussy.

Cat heard the Admiral's voice over the girl's screams. "Stop. Fighting. Or. I. Will. Beat. You. To. Death." Each syllable was punctuated with a familiar sound and even though Cat had her eyes closed tightly, she could tell the Admiral was beating the girl's face again. The girl screamed louder, more in impotent rage than pain then Cat heard her gurgling. He was choking her. That was more than Cat could bear. Yellow savage or not, this was inhuman.

"Stop it you, animal!" Cat screamed. "What manner of man derives pleasure from-"

Her words were cut off by her mouth being shoved into the girl's cunt. Chandra had taken advantage of her speaking to push her face first into the girl and now held her fast by her hair.

"Nooo!" She screamed, her voic muffled by the soft lips of the girl being pressed to her. Her lips were covered in the girl's cunt juices and she instinctively tried to lick them off, but was welcomed by the flesh of the pussy in front of her. Her eyes flew open in terror and she couldn't stop screaming as hard as she tried, which led to more of the princess's cunt in her mouth which led to more screaming.

The princess bucked harder at feeling the vibrations of Cat's scream against her sensitive pussy and started to scream as well. Her voice was muffled by the Admiral's hand over her mouth. He pressed his body against hers, keeping her from moving away and reached down to free his cock which he stood up between the writhing ass cheeks of the girl. Her struggles, every one of her movements, were now stroking his member.

Chandra's hand moved to Cat's throat and she squeezed, cutting off some of the Countess's air. She squeezed harder and Cat could feel her own pulse pounding in her temples.

"Use your tongue and lips, whore. Suck her pussy dry. And do not shut your eyes," Chandra said through gritted teeth as she squeezed. "or I will squeeze until you have no breath."

[Dollface]

This wasn’t happening… This couldn’t be happening.

The young countess struggled against Chandra. “Stop! This is immoral!” She wanted to scream. Why were they doing this to her? Where they even human? Perhaps Cat would have tried to defend them in her own mind a mere hour ago. She hated them, yes; hated their brutish behavior and the way the so casually treated her as a slave, a mere object to be used and abused accordingly. But she also knew that some secret, good, pure part of her would have interjected on their behalf, demanding that she treat them as she would want to be treated, that she walk a mile in their shoes, or a hundred other sugar-coated clichés. “You should know better than to judge them,” the part of her brain would have scolded. “They probably don’t even know any better. Maybe it was the way they were raised. Have some compassion!”

But now it seemed that her conscience had been silenced. And Cat knew, as she was being forced to perform some unspeakable act that she had never heard of—on a woman, no less!—that there was a mighty high chance that she was reaching her breaking point.

Her eyes swam a bit as she felt herself run out of air. Desperately, she tried to thrash out of Chandra’s vice-lie grip, but the girl held tight. Desperate, Cat gingerly allowed her tongue to flick across the captive girl’s walls, surprised when she felt the girl buck. Again, her tongue lashed out, this time across the small sensitive bud. Cat felt the girl buck even harder and aimed for the bud again and again, hating herself as she did so. But Chandra’s grip on her throat didn’t loosen—rather, her hands tightened even further around Cat’s creamy throat.

Panicking, Cat moved her tongue with greater ferocity. Her lungs screamed for air, and she was starting to see flashes of light swimming in front of her eyes. Her tongue went even faster and she moved to place her lips on the small bump of flesh.

…And then the world went dark.

[EvilJ]

Cat heard muffled sounds coming through the darkness; voices that echoes and warped like those in a long tunnel from far away. Her eyes wouldn't open and she could hear the voices screaming incoherrantly. Perhaps she was being rescued. Rescued from what, she questionned herself. She couldn't recall. She knew she was in some form of trouble and in need of rescue and thet someone would be coming soon. .

She tried to swallow, but it hurt her throat to even attempt. She went to raise her hand to her throat and found that both of her hands wouldn't move. They were behind her and couldn't come foreward for some reason. There was a nagging itch in the back of her brain that told her she knew the reason, but it was being blocked from her right now for her own sanity. She tried to open her eyes again, but the feat was too great and she went back into the darkness to rest. The screams grew more distant.

What seemed like seconds later the screams were back, louder, closer. There was a valiant sailor with a foul mouth cursing and threatening all who would hear. The man was far away and he had a high voice like that of a woman, but the cursing was constant as her father had told her sailors used in their speach. She tried to open her eyes, but it still hurt to try so she breathed in deeply and tried to lie down. It was then that she realized she was bound sitting up. Her throat was encircled by a soft strap that held her against a post and she was on her knees.

The voice was close now and she knew it had been all along, but she was so deeply asleep (no... not asleep... what is the word?) that she couldn't hear the woman clearly. That was another thing. The voice was female. It had a sultry, clipped Hindu accent and the screams were those of anger, not terror. She could finally make out the words.

"Untie me!" Chandra screamed. "Someone untie me and I'll kill that rapist son of a jackal and this bitch that he wants for a pet! I will wear their blood as my clothing and dance in their entrails! Untie me, you cowards!"

Cat's lashes fluttered and she squinted against the sunlight streaming through the window of the cabin. It hurt her eyes.

How is there sunlight? She wondered. Isn't it a few hours after midnight? The sun...

As her eyes opened, she recalled all that had happened; the kidnapping, the rapes she had witnessed, the taste of another woman's pussy on her tongue, the choking until her mind faded away. Everything jumbled back into her mind. She was bond, sitting with her back to a bedpost with a leather strap encircling her upper body and a softer one around her neck. Her calves, knees and thighs were also bundled and she struggled harder working her wrists to try to free them.

In front of her, she could see Chandra in an adjoining room seperated by a set of bars. The woman was hanging spread eagle in mid-air and the harem clothing she wore was even more disgusting than before because it was now see through and every move she made set her breasts in lewd motions. No part was left to the imagination because she, too, had every hair on her body below her neck removed. Her whole body glistened with a light sheen of sweat from the fight against that heavy ropes that held her. She looked at Cat and screamed.

"Nooo!" She hissed. "Go back to sleep, bitch. Close your eyes."

It was too late. The Admiral re-entered his cabin. He thanked her for finally waking and told her she'd missed morning and noon meals, but now the "entertainment" could resume.

"Chandra tried to kill you," he explained. "That angers me because I didn't ASK her to. When I get angry, I punish. Observe." He clapped his hands and a door slid open behind Chandra. Five burly men entered and surrounded her. The Admiral turned a crank and Chandra's ropes loosened and lowered her to the ground. She hurriedly freed her self and sprung to her feet in a fighting pose turning from side to side.

The Admiral settled down on a pillow beside Cat and slid his hand into her pants. She could feel that her hair had been shaved as well in her unconcious state. He slid the other hand into his pants and he stroked his cock.

"I will feed you when this is over," he whispered,"but if you avert your eyes even for an instant, I shall beat you first. These men, you see are going to rape Chandra. Perhaps to death."

"You twisted fiend," Cat growled.

"Shhh," he replied. His fingers snaked against her pussy as the men moved around Chandra. She kicked at one, high and at the temple with her powerful dancer's leg. The blow landed and he stumbled a bit. Now the men knew what they were up against. There would be no second underestiamtion of this woman.

The Admiral giggle like a young boy. "This will be interesting, no?"

And the men lunged at Chandra.

[EvilJ]

As the men lunged at Chandra, the Admiral's fingers worked their way into Cat's harem pants. His rough calloused fingers found her labia and spread it and Cat writhed, trying to get away from his touch. It was no use though, the bands held her fast against the bed post. His other hand reached beside the bed and he pulled a chain towards himself. At the end of it was Aggy, alive, but her eye swollen shut and her lip puffy from beating. She crawled to his side and as he undid his pants she sobbingly lowered her head into his lap and took his cock into her mouth. Her hands were tied behind her back, but she bent over nearly double in the effort to take his cock in her sore mouth dutifully.

Cat hadn't seen the Admiral's cock before, but now she did. It was huge and thick and black and dwarfed Agnetha's tiny lips as she worked the head into her mouth. Her tongue wetted as much of it as she could and she pulled on it with her lips but was only able to put about a third of it into her mouth. that is until he pused her head down on it. She gagged a bit and resumed her attempts to please him. Her eyes, teary with gagging on the rod, ventured up and met Cat's gaze. Cat turned away immediately.

Cat turned to the "entertainment" the Admiral had provided, terrified of what would happen to her if she looked away. Chandra dodged to one side and rolled away from the men, her foot snaking out and catching one of the men behind his knee and sending him sprawling and another tripping over him. She bounced to another side of the room and grabbed one of the ropes that had held her and swung her body from it, kicking the next man. Her agility more than made up for the size of the men. Cat actually began to have hope for her.

As the men regained their footing, Chandra climbed the rope, pulling herself above the reach of the men. They lept below her, trying to grab her, but she was far too high. Cat found herself lauhing in triumph for the woman who had attempted to murder her hours before. She had won!

Then the Admiral stretched his foot forward and touched a lever on the side of the crank device he had used earlier. The rope fell from the ceiling and with it Chandra, who landed in the arms of the now furious men. She struggled, but now that she was in their grasp, she had no chance of escape.

"Make sure I can see!" The Admiral commanded. Four of the men grabbed her limbs and held her spread eagled and facing down, her head aimed at Cat and the Admiral. She pulled against the men and screamed and cursed, but it was no use whatsoever. The fifth man casually walked around her, ripping all her garments off. He gagged her with the gauzy fabric of the pants and walked behind her and pulled the leg like a leash, forcing her to face Cat and the Admiral. Her eyes were filled with impotent fury as the man unbottoned his pants behind her and slid his cock into her unwilling cunt.

She flailed as best she could, but she was impaled on his member. Her big succulent tits hung down toawrd the floor and swung invitingly in her effort. At the Admiral's command, the four men holding her began to move her up ad down the fifth man's shaft. One of the men began twisting one of her nipples, another amused himself by punching her stomach and a third was slapping her tight brown ass rhythmicly as the gang rape continued.

She screamed against the gag in pain and terror.

[Dollface]

Never in her young life had Cat imagined such horrors. Even when her family’s monarchy had fallen and she and all her relatives had been systematically rounded up—some, like herself, sentenced to exile far outside of the borders, while others were fated for the executioner’s axe—the enemy’s soldiers had treated her with the utmost respect.

Now…

Cat writhed in place on the bed as the Admiral touched her in places she had never dreamed of. She felt dirty, unclean as his fingers explored her most intimate of places, almost bringing her to tears. This wasn’t supposed to happen! She was royalty! Not some slave! But her self-pitying thoughts were quickly cast aside when the Admiral pulled on the rope, bringing in a battered—but thankfully still alive—Aggy. She watched with horror as the young woman she had known as being aloof and coldly secure of her place in the world, now almost eagerly took the Admiral’s thick shaft in her mouth.

Cat couldn’t watch.

Instead, she turned back to the so-called entertainment, trying not to marvel at how odd it was that she was cheering for a woman who had tried to kill her just a short time ago. The woman, Chandra, was doing well, and Cat could feel the excitement well up inside of her. Now she was clinging to a rope, far above the reach of the men.

She had won! Cat couldn’t help but to cast a triumphant smile at her captor—just in time to see him reach for the crank again.

Chandra fell and the men were upon her in seconds, gagging her then surrounding her to begin her torment. Cat couldn’t believe what she was seeing; surely no one was capable of such cruelty? “Stop it! You monsters!” She found herself screaming, pulling against the bonds with all her strength. “Have you no souls?! Stop! Please!”

[EvilJ]

The Admiral's fingers worked their way between Cat's thighs and he began massaging her cunt as she screamed at the men who were raping Chandra, he stroked her bare pussy with his calloused middle finger and parted the lips of her pussy with his ring and index finger. Now, the rough finger touched- for the first time- her clit. He massaged it roughly with his left hand and gripped Aggy's hair with his right pushing her head down on his cock.

"Pull it in deeper, Red Hair", he ordered Aggy. "When I have wetted your new friend here, she will feel what you now taste. I want my cock to be hard for her 'royal' cunt."

Cat's eyes locked with Chandra's. Chandra was still furious despite being quite helpless and the tears that formed in her eyes were not just pain and humiliation. They were rage- impotent though it may be. Her body bounced against the man's cock and she screamed in gaony and anger against the gag.

The Admiral slid his fingers a bit more, rubbing Cat's cunt. From the corner of her eye, she could see he was no longer watching the rape. His crazed eyes were trained on her. She could feel him staring and, more frightening she could feel his animal lusts were turning toward her.

"It's time I fed you, Cat," he said softly. "But I think I'll take payment for the food in advance. That sounds VERY nice."

[Dollface]

A small gasp sprang from her parted lips as he began to massage her clit, an electric jolt of sinful pleasure running through her. Cat tried to jerk away, but the straps held firm. "It's time I fed you, Cat, but I think I'll take payment for the food in advance. That sounds VERY nice." She heard him say, her blood running cold as she realized what that ‘payment’ would be.

“Please, no,” she whispered, looking away from the brutal rape of the other girl to gaze at the Admiral in disbelief. “You cannot do this! I-I’m saving myself for marriage.” Cat protested, knowing that nothing she could say would make a difference. Tears began to well up in her grey eyes as the realization that she was utterly and completely under the Admiral’s domination struck her in full force. There would be no rescue, no fairytale ending for her—she was no longer royalty, only a slave to a man who would revel in her misery.

A dry sob escaped her, and she moved to press her thighs together, succeeding only in trapping his hand against her womanhood. Cat knew she had to fight but also knew that any move of defiance would just make things more difficult for her later on. Terrified, she began to thrash as much as she could, praying that the bonds would break or that someone would spring to her rescue as she stared at the Admiral in wide-eyed horror, forgetting his previous threat to beak her if she looked away from Chandra’s rape.

[EvilJ]

The Admiral smirked at the Countess' words.

“Please, no. You cannot do this! I-I’m saving myself for marriage.”

He could hardly contain his glee at the prospect of this delectible morsel being untouched by men before him. The humiliation and fear in her eyes verified it. His fingers almost shhok with the anticipation as he grabbed Aggy by her hair and pulled her roughly from his steel hard black cock and threw her aside casually cursing at her as a whore. His penis glistened with her saliva and it stood firm and huge facing the ceiling of the room. He pulled his hand from Cat's pants and looked at the fingertips. They, too, glistened; but it was with Cat's pussy juices. He licked them clean staring at her.

"I am all the marriage you shall ever encounter, slave. And when our honeymoon has ended, my men will be your happy suitors."

He undid the straps around her legs first and the release of pressure was almost strong enough to make her pass out. He legs felt numb from the tight belts that had held them. Then he undid the belts that held her to the bedpost. Her hands were all that remained tied, viciously, behind her back. She tumbled to the floor beside him, light-headed.

Before she could fully recover his hands had ripped her top off, revealing her ivory-white breasts. They were large and firm with dark pink nipples that stood out in perfect contrast to her pale skin and they swayed invitingly as she pushed her back against the bed post to try to stand. Her fingers curled around the post and she used it to help her to her feet. He knelt before her and tugged at the gauzy fabric of her pants and they ripped off like parchment in his grip.

Now she stood before him naked except for her calf high laced boots and the few tatters of clothing he hadn't ripped completely from her. As she had feared, these savages had shaved all her body hair off and there was no part of her snowy skin his eyes couldn't leer at readily.

And leer, he did. His eyes were crazed, like a man who hadn't eaten in days and was faced with a king's feast and no guards. His stare somehow made her feel more naked, more helpless. It didn't seem possible. He took his time to eye every part of her; her firm breasts, her soft stomach, the widening of her hips to her ample, but muscular thighs. He looked at her like a menu.

Then, he rose to his feet and moved toward her, his cock standing out vulgarly as he moved. She backed away from him as he moved closer, looming over her a light slick of sweat covering his muscular chest. She felt the back of her leg hit something soft.

It was his bed.

The sounds of Chandra's rape filled the room.

[Dollface]

"I am all the marriage you shall ever encounter, slave. And when our honeymoon has ended, my men will be your happy suitors."

“Don’t say that! I am not your slave, you—you savage!” She wailed, her expression one of pure terror as he went to undo her straps. The surge of her circulation returning was dizzying. She had been strapped to the bed for so long, that she hadn’t even noticed the lack of feeling which had been deadening her extremities to feeling until now. Cat fell to the ground in a heap, which was enough to knock some of the light-headedness away. Screaming, she could feel what little modesty the harem garb had offered being ripped away from her slender body as she struggled to regain her footing.

Her mind urged her to fight, to run screaming away from the Admiral, whatever it took to keep her purity intact. The countess was backed against the bed, staring with horror at his thick member, unable to look away. Suddenly, she bolted to the side, blindly knocking over a table covered with documents and several chairs in her haste. Scrolls and loose parchment rained down on the room as she sprinted for the cabin door, her slender wrists aching as the belt bit into them.

[EvilJ]

The Admiral laughed out loud as the young countess ran for the door. With her hands tied behind her, she would soon discover it would be impossible to open it. The latch was just beyond her reach and her fingertips could barely touch it. He calmly undressed fully and walked over and locked the bolt at the top of the door- No need to be less than thorough then turned the woman around roughly so she faced the door and he was behind her. He wrapped his muscular arms around her and pinned her own arms to her sides and lifted her with less effort than she had seen used by her servants to hoist a small bale. In fact, he was able to use one hand, briefly, to reposition his cock so it was tucked between her ass cheeks while still keeping her aloft with the other arm. When he returned both arms around her, he squeezed and she felt her air being crushed from her lungs. Her booted feet hung limply over the floor as he slowly, methodically, walked her to the bed.

With each step, she could feel his cock growing harder between her soft ass cheeks. To make matters worse, she glanced up and saw a full legnth mirror in front of her. She was framed in there, the image of a helpless, hopeless woman with this animal carrying her to her sexual doom. His face was wracked with sadistic ecstasy.

When they were close to the bed he tossed her and she was airborne. She landed on the bed face down and felt him grab one of her ankles in a vice-like grip. If it hadn't been for the ankle high black boot she wore, she was sure he would have bruised her from the mere hold of her flesh. He flipped her over onto her back with casual ease and climbed onto the bed between her knees. His left hand grasped her throat holding her firmly without choking her.

His right hand; rough, calloused, began to explore her body. He fondled her breasts, pawing them like she was merchandise in a market and tested the firmness of her belly and the roundness of her hips only occassionally having to brush aside the tatters that used to be the harem uniform she once wore. When his fingers reached her pussy, he stroked the labia and parted it, flicking her clit with his thumb. He raised his fingers to his nose and inhaled the perfume she used in her bath before going to her ultimate betrayal; her "meeting" with the king.

Then he spat on his palm and rubbed it on her pussy.

"Feel free to beg for release. Or beg for my cock. Or scream," he said as he massaged the spit into her pussy. "None of it will truly make a difference."

[Dollface]

Yes! Freedom! Cat ran for the door, frantically searching for the knob only to find that the ornate door was latched tightly. Turning, her eyes widened when she caught sight of the Admiral nonchalantly undressing, as if he had all the time in the world. Acting only on animal instinct now, she bashed her body—soft and delicate from years of leisure—into the heavy door. But the door was solid, and it may as well have been carved of stone from the lack of damage she had done.

Screaming, she felt her small body being lifted into the air. Cat struggled futilely in his grasp, but his arms seemed to be made of iron rather than flesh. She could feel his hard cock in between her ass cheeks—each subtle movement made by her body also caressing his member. She began to sob violently, until her air was cut off and she prayed desperately for death.

But no, that would have been too merciful. Soon she was tossed onto the bed, as easily as a ragdoll, then roughly turned over so that she was on her back, facing her tormentor. “Please… No…” She whispered imploringly, her snowy body trembling as he began to inspect her, as if she were nothing more than a head of livestock that he was looking to purchase. Turning her head away, she closed her eyes, unwilling to look as he raped her.

He began to inspect her womanhood, causing her to cry out in dismay. It wasn’t supposed to be like this! She was supposed to fall in love, get married, and then she and the man of her dream would make gentle, sweet love on their wedding night. That was how it was supposed to be. That was how all fairytales ended. His finger entered her, rubbing the spit into her passage—more for his own ease of movement than out of any desire to spare her pain, she knew. “I just want to go home! Please! There has to be something I can give you that would convince you to release me. What do you want? Money? Land?” Her voice was hysterical as she squeezed her eyes shut even tighter. “I just want to go home.” She said again, weeping.

[EvilJ]

The Admiral parted her pussy lips and with his fingers slightly before pressing the head of his huge black cock to the opening. Her cunt, tight from never being used, barely seemed to be able to accomodate even the tip of his member. The best idea- for her comfort- would be to gently press his cock in in small increments, allowing her to adapt to it as best she could, while slowly pulling out between pushes using her pussy juices to lubricate his shaft so she could more readily accept him. It would be a slow humiliating process, but it would avoid her any true physical agony. True there would be pain, but it would be minimized. Years of forcefully deflowering maidens and raping their mothers with their families watching in loud impotence had told him this method was the least painful to his victims. Men with large cocks had to use it with lovers for their entire marriages, he supposed.

Of course, he didn't do that with Cat. He, instead, rammed his huge member into her in one vicious stroke and buried it in her pussy like some weapon being used on a battlefield, impaling his shaft up to the balls in the motion. Her clear blue eyes flew open in agony and he had to suppress a scream of pure bliss as he felt the wetness inside her tight young cunt pulsing around him. His face lowered to her left breast and he pulled her nipple into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue savouring the feel of the hard button in his mouth.
He drew back for another thrust slowly, then rammed her again. If anything this thrust was harder. He felt Cat beneath him, helpless, pulling at the bonds that held her wrists in a crushed mass behind her, her soft, priveledged legs writhing for some purchase to pull away. He was in heaven. He drew back again.

[Dollface]

Never in her whole life had she felt pain like this. As he rammed into her again and again, burying his massive member into her freshly-deflowered cunt, she let out a ear-splitting, wordless scream. Her whole body convulsed in pain, every muscle working to push the invading shaft out. Gone were all her lofty airs and aristocratic dignity--this was purely about survival. Her eyes rolled in her skull while her full, pink lips screamed every profanity she knew, cursing him with one breath and then begging for the pain to end with another. She, weeping, promised him anything he wanted in exchange for her freedom: money, land, horses, sons--whatever she could think of that he would possibly place any value in.

Cat was delirious with agony, and was quite certain that she would die before this experience was over.

[EvilJ]

Her writhing cunt wrapped around his cock was even better than he had imagined and her begging and cursing fueled every fire he had ever felt. His cock was as hard as it had ever been in his life; steely and hungry for her pain. It was a weapon to be used on the haughty wench and he intended to wield it as such against her. He slammed into her again, and began to move rythmically and grasped her body, turning it on the bed so he could survey the room as he raped her. Through the bars, he could see Chandra, who was now being severely beaten as the men raped her. In the corner, Aggy cowered in fear as she watched Cat being raped, her copper hair covering one green eye and her body folded tightly against the wall.

Under him was the prize he had earned from the King in a fair bargain. She screamed and cried nicely. Her cunt was sweet and tight. He fucked it harder, faster, ran his rough hands over her tender pearly white flesh. He squeezed the firm tits and flicked the pale pink nipples with his thumb and forefingers and watched them stand against her lily white skin, then popped one in his mouth where he sucked it then, without warning, bit it hard. Holding it in his teeth he kneaded the soft firm flesh of her rounded ass, noting that he'd have to sample it's pleasures later. He would make it a punishment, of course, so he'd be watching her for any infraction. He smiled inwardly.

The thought of treating her so sadistically spurred him on. He picked up speed as he raped her shoving his cock deep inside her tiny cunt with each stroke. Her high pitched screams were the finest he had ever heard and he wondered if there were more like her where she lived. A woman like her would fetch a high price at the slave markets. Of particular value was th fact that he could feel her cunt tighten and vibrate with the screams. It made him thirst for more. He bit her nipple again.

[Dollface]

Just when she thought her pain couldn’t get any worse, the Admiral bit down savagely on her nipple. Cat’s back arched as she screamed louder than she had ever screamed before, screaming until she was sure that her throat would be destroyed. “Stop! For God’s sake please stop!” She begged, twisting and writhing on the bed. As she thrashed, she made eye contact with Aggy and shot her a pleading look, as if begging her to do something. But of course, there was nothing Aggy could do to save her—she could barely save herself. Looking away, Cat screamed for help that she knew wouldn’t come. Her legs flailed uselessly in the air, struggling to pull herself away, but each of the Admrial’s thrusts prevented her from gaining purchase.

He bit down on her nipple again, and Cat once again screamed—her cries reverberating through the cabin, loud enough to be heard by most of the ship.

[EvilJ]

“Stop! For God’s sake please stop!” She begged, twisting and writhing on the bed.

Her cries filled his heart with even more lust. Here he had her, this priveledged noblewoman bound and struggling beneath him, his cock pumping rythmically into her tight, newly-deflowered cunt, her eyes filled with fear. It was too perfect. He could feel his cock beginning to swell with the pleasure of orgasm. Her squirming and pleading had appealed to the darkest recesses of his lust and he knew there could be little more holding back as she fought him.

He raped her with all of the stregnth his muscular body would allow. His huge hands, hard from years of handling rope and sword, pawed her and raked her skin with the rough flesh of his palms and fingertips. God, she was so soft.

He had captured and bought so many women in the past, but this one was a heady combination of pampered and strong that made her irresistable to him. Her aristocratic manner, her rubinesque hips, her pleading eyes, even her tiny feet in her tight granny boots; everywhere he rested his gaze he found a feast that he approved of resoundingly. It roused him in a way that a fleeing mouse piqued the interest of a feral cat. He would love breaking her into a mere slave, then parading her humiliation to the world; her world.

He stiffened at the thought and his mouth flung open. He pressed his lips to hermouth and wrestled his tongue into her screaming mouth in a passionate forced kiss as he felt his hot cum flowing into her pussy. He pressed his hips forward as hard as he could so she would feel every drop of his hot semen fill her pink rosebud of a cunt. Again her eyes flew open, this time meeeting his. She could see the brutality in his eyes, he was certain. Hers looked full of fear and hatred.

He came all the harder for that.