This is a NONCONSENT/RELUCTANCE story. If you do not like this type of story, choose another genre instead of leaving me nasty comments, please.
This story is purely fantasy.
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Edward was a very, very rich man. He was also very smart, and held a lot of power in the Hiunda kingdom. He was the youngest man ever to be knighted, and was treated with respect and honor every place he went, even out of the Kingdom. The King himself sought Edward's council on any important issues, and took his advice very seriously.
Needless to say, this was not a man who was used to being slighted or cheated in any way. People knew better. So he thought.
Hiunda was in conflict with a neighboring kingdom, Albanan, though it had not yet turned into a war. Edward was furious to discover that one of his best officers, a man he had thought was his good friend, was actually spying for Albanan, and giving them all the secrets and plans of the King's militia.
That man, William, had gone into hiding, and Edward was having every soldier that could be spared to search for him so that he could be hung for treason and aiding an enemy. The search went on for months, and Edward grew more and more angry. He finally received word that though they had not found William, they had found his 18 year old daughter who had been in hiding.
Edward knew how much she meant to William, he spoke of her often. She was a respectable and proper young lady. He ordered his men to take the girl to be used as ransom. He also planned to keep the girl in his chambers, and defile her... he would take her virtue so that her father could die in shame. After he was done with her, her only choice in life would be to sell her body for money.
*****
She was brought to his quarters by two armed guards. Her tear streaked face was filled with fear. Edward sent the guards away after having them release her bonds. He had given much thought to how he would take the girl's innocence. His revenge would be complete when she panted and moaned his name... when she begged him for more. The daughter of William could be nothing more than a slut.
She walked toward him slowly, shyly hanging her head, with a cloak covering her small frame. She stopped several feet from where he stood.
"Come closer, and look at me, girl." She took a deep breath, obviously terrified but trying her hardest to be brave.
He was shocked when he saw her stunning face. Her father had been dastardly looking man, so he had not expected the daughter to be much to look at. The only resemblance to him were the big, brown eyes. But they did not look like the muddy, haggard eyes of her father... they were pools of chocolate, large and innocent. She was stunning, with dark brown waves of hair falling behind her cloak.
"Remove your cloak, princess. Sit with me, by the fire." She removed her thick cloak and laid it down as he pointed her to the chair that faced his.
When she removed her cloak, he examined her closely and was very pleased. She was small and slender but with an hourglass shape. She had nice, round hips and full breasts. Her body was young and tight, any man would have lusted over her. Her lips were full and her large chocolate eyes were framed with long, thick lashes.
"Thank you, sir," she said meekly, keeping her eyes on her feet as she sat. The sound of her voice was tantalizing... he could barely believe his luck. She had to be the most beautiful creature alive, and he would take her innocence.
"I have been thinking about what would be done with you. Rest assured, your fate lies completely in my hands, and I am not afraid to be cruel." She cringed as he spoke. "You would be very unwise to withhold any information from me, Keira. I am a powerful man. I expect you to tell me exactly where I can find your father."
She burst into tears, and put her head in her hands. She was shaking with fear. He waited a moment for her to calm down, and then said, "Speak. now."
"Sir... I do not know anything. I truly do not. A few months ago, my father received a message in the middle of the night, and he told me that he was leaving and he had to send me someplace safe. I was taken away in a carriage that very hour to live with the family that I was found with. That, sir, is all that I can tell you. I do not even know what it is that my father has done, no one will tell me, and he never spoke of it to me."
She looked up at him with such truth in her lovely that he wanted to believe her. But he had trusted her father as well, he reminded himself.
"Keira, you will tell me what you know. It may not be today, but you will tell me. I am going to go easy on you right now, but trust me, you will be very sorry that you were not honest with me from the beginning."
"Sir, please! Listen to me, please. I do not know anything! I was never told. I do not know where my father is, or why he left... please believe me!" She was frantic, almost hysteric.
He ordered her to be silent and sent her away with a servant and a guard.
*****
She was allowed to clean up and was given a cot to sleep on after an allotment of bread and cheese were given. She slept deeply, exhausted from her journey and all of the turmoil. In the morning, the maid servant brought her to a bathing tub.
"I was ordered to make sure that you bathed thoroughly before you see the Master again." She said, plainly.
Keira did not argue; she desperately wanted to bathe. She started to clean herself with soap when the maidservant spoke again. "I was also ordered to make sure that you clean very well... between your legs, as well."
Keira's eyes grew wide with shock and fear. What did he plan to do to her? Would he go so far as to take her virtue to get information out of her? Tears pooled in her eyes.
"Now, now, don't cause a scene. I am obligated to tell the soldiers at the door if you refuse or cause any problems, and I am sure you do not want them to come in and wash your crotch themselves." While she seemed to be an overall uncaring and obviously crude type of person, there was a hint of pity in the servant's voice.
After Keira bathed, she was sprayed with scented water... everywhere... her hair was brushed and pinned delicately on the back of her head and she was given a clean dress to wear. It was amber green silk, embroidered with flowers and cut perfectly to outline her beautiful body. She did not understand why he would give her such an expensive dress. She was his prisoner, not his guest. The dress was cut much lower than she had ever worn, and she blushed when she looked in the mirror.
She entered the parlor sitting room and tentatively met Sir Edward's eyes.
