Her head ached where the blunt end of a sword had devilishly struck her. She remembered the battle; her small party had been attacked, and outnumbered as they made their way to her brother’s keep. She remembered she was on her way to the castle, her mother had recently passed away and she had been called to live with her brothers. She wondered if she was in their castle now as she struggled to awaken.
The scent of burning candles and incense led her to believe she was safe, they must have one the battle, and she must be safe, with her family. But how? How could they have won? She began to recall small pieces of what had happened, the attack had been quick, and on her family’s land, entirely unexpected. And who had attacked them? Wait, she remembered soldiers, soldiers that carried no banners, soldiers who appeared out of nowhere. There was only one Lord she knew of who had soldiers like this, and as the thought shook her she snapped herself awake, but before she even opened her eyes she knew there was something wrong. Her wrists, her wrists were bound to the lush bed she was in, over her head and spread apart, she realized her wrists and ankles had a dull soreness, she must have been tied with coarse rope, but not now, now it was a softer material.
She was afraid to open her eyes. She was bound, that alone seemed humiliating, and then she was naked. Why was she naked? More disturbing, the sensitive loins of her body felt heavy, strange. She couldn’t remember what had happened to her and it left her with a sense of fear. She forced herself to face that fear, and opened her eyes.
To her horror she was, just as she suspected, not safe in her brother’s castle. She was undressed under the thin sheet over the lengthy bed that held her, her breasts were exposed and there was one bead shaped clamp on each of her nipples, making them erect, and the way her hands were tied to their sides her breasts seemed to be on display.
Her situation shook her, and she immediately began to struggle against her restraints, but they were tied so tightly she could not concentrate in her panic. She had not noticed the dark room. It was day, but the curtains were drawn shut and the light came from candles and a well-lit fireplace, but even in the light provided did she fail to see the shadow of another being in the room with her, not until he reached the end of the bed and stared coldly at her struggling body as the sheet, the only thing covering her twisted off one of her hips, giving him even more to see, and even through his cold stare and the mask he used to hide his left eye there was amusement building in him.
She first noticed him and became furious, ready to demand he release her. She was not one to hold her tongue; he realized this, so when she suddenly realized he was naked before her, hard and ready between the muscles of his thighs, and she turned her head in a display of fear, he smiled.
Horribly embarrassed by the way she blushed over the sight of him, and the sight she must be. She fought to find a way to regain the upper hand, not that she ever had it, and then, the sudden sensation between her legs, the one that brought her to close her knees tightly as her pussy moistened. She became outraged, was this sensation the reaction from looking upon a naked man? But why this man? She knew who he was, she despised him! And then, the image of him over her came to mind, the feeling over her body.
Her nipples began to feel swollen under the pressure of the clamps and her wide eyes suddenly lunged back to his, refusing to show fear as she thought of what he could have already done to her body.
“What have you done to me?” she screamed.
“Hasn’t your body answered your question?” he replied in his calm, deep voice.
She watched wearily as he suddenly came forward on the bed and reached for her. She fearfully moved away, pulling herself to sit up against the little slack of her restraints, but he had caught the thin sheet and pulled it fully off of her body as she closed her thin knees, and in turn he began to laugh mockingly.
“Are you already wet?” he smiled, “I’m flattered.”
She saw him crawling forward on the bed and her eyes became sharp.
“Stay away from me.” She warned.
He didn’t, of course. She would not be so easily handled conscious, Talos was aware of that. When she suddenly swung her small but accurate foot in his direction he was prepared and caught her ankle. He grabbed her second ankle and pulled her flat, using her restraints against her. Her arms fell tight and stretched under his pull and she screamed as he moved quickly, pinning her right leg under his own strong leg, and lifting her left over his shoulder, opening her to him in a humiliating sprawl. He was free to see what he wanted and she was entirely unnerved. She screamed again as he moved his finger directly into her swollen walls, into her shying pussy. He laughed again.
“Don’t be so dramatic.” He remarked, “your body already wants me, but by all means scream if you like, no one will come… tell me, does this feel good?”
He pushed two more fingers inside, invading her secret place, watching the way she grew wet to his touch, the way he saw her breasts responding, her chest heaving. She hated him for this.
“No!” she screamed.
“Do you know who I am?” he asked calmly, still copiously violating her.
She grit her teeth and turned her head away, refusing to look at him.
