..And so it was, Lillian the once proud noblewoman, who at one point took pleasure in making her own servant's suffer, was now reluctantly addicted to her own suffering. She craved Rycroft's cock. "Sir" as she now called him. He was so cruel! He smiled sadistically as made her debase herself again and again.
Lillian yearned to be merely a private plaything for Rycroft. She would have preferred to have her carnal debased nature be hidden from the rapscallions that made up Rycroft's band, but Rycroft would not afford her that luxury. Lillian was humiliated daily, cleaning the dank halls of Rycroft's cave. Rycroft had at least afforded her some rags, despite the fact they did not cover her adequately, it was better than her previous total exposure, but still it was far from ideal.
All of her cleanings would leave her grimy and disgusting. Lillian would have to bath, cleaning out her every crevasse in an iron tub. The bandit's were free to gaze at her bathing ritual, no privacy was afforded. After her bath, she would have to be inspected by the three female bandits, to make sure her cleanliness was up to standards. She would have to pry open her anus and vaginal area, and lift up each breast. She would have to bath a second time if her cleanliness was not up to the standards set by Rycroft.
After she was sufficiently clean she would go to Rycroft's quarters and get down on her knees, she had to put her hands behind her back and open her mouth wide. Rycroft some days would use Lillian's mouth, spraying his semen on her or letting her swallow it. After being used Lillian was forced to stew in her own juices.
As the dinner feast approached Lillian was melting with debauched lust. Shamed and humiliated, Lillian would be walked on a leash by Rycroft to the mess hall. Lillian's swollen vaginal lips, exposed as she was paraded like a pet, the whole world could see her dripping wet and expose as a glutton for debasement. Everyone knew she was aroused.
Lillian wondered if she was being cosmically punished. All of her past misdeeds led her to be aroused by her own debasement. The greatest pleasure in her life was connected to her most horrible treatment. Lillian often fantasized about the day that Rycroft took her over his knee and spanked her in front of the jeering crowd. Lillian was so distraught and humiliated that day, that she barely recognized her own feelings of arousal, now she thought about that day often and longed to touch herself.
In the mess hall as the band of Bandit's ate she would kneel at Rycroft's side, forced to whimper and beg like a dog to get food, she would eat out of Rycroft's hand. Occasionally Rycroft sent her to beg the rest of the bandits. She would be forced to crawl around the banquet hall table stopping by each filthy bandit and beg for food, forbidden to use human words, she would instead be forced to whine and whimper. The bandit's were often cruel forcing her to catch morsels of food in her mouth or force her to do a trick. She would be forced to shake her buttocks, or roll over, or chase her "tail." All the while Lillian felt simultaneous the horrid feeling of humiliating defeat and the utterly pleasurable feeling of sexual arousal. In fact by the time the feast had concluded Lillian often times felt as though she was going to burst, she was uncontrollably horny.
Lillian would be led back to Rycroft's quarters, where she would again whimper and beg, but this time it wasn't for food, instead it was for Rycroft's enormous cock. Rycroft would usually allow Lillian to kiss and caress his balls and his cock as long as she did not touch herself. Then for the second time in the day he would use her mouth. He would often times use a switch to spank her as she struggled to fit his cock down her throat. On more than one occasion, Lillian orgasmed with Rycroft's cock in her mouth, her hands still behind her back. But more often than not Rycroft would ejaculate on her and then stand and watch as Lillian pleasured herself while covered in his spunk.
Lillian went to sleep most nights yearning for Rycroft's soft bed, in the arms of her lover. Instead, she continued to sleep in a fetal position at the foot of his bed completely in the nude, with no blanket to cover her flesh. Lillian knew that someday soon her family would pay for her ransom and she would have to leave Rycroft. Part of her wanted her old life back, she wanted to regain her dignity, to go back to ordering her own servants around, to wear her large elegant dresses, to gossip, to plan and attend dignified parties. Another part of her wanted to stay in the cold damp cave, worshiping her captor that had demeaned her so very much.
***
"Our Courier came back with news from your province." Lillian was just waking, she quickly gathered herself, sitting up in her bed of straw.
"What is the news?" Lillian had a tone of excitement in her voice, but her heart sank when she saw that Rycroft had the rare look of genuine empathy in his eyes.
"I'll just read the note the courier sent me."
The news could not have been good, Rycroft looked disappointed. There could have been numerous reasons why he felt this way. He could be sad that he was not getting a ransom. He could be sad he would have to let Lillian go.
Rycroft cleared his throat and read from a scroll.
"We regret to inform you that the Lordship of Wright will not be paying the ransom for our most esteemed noblewoman Lillian. Lillian was officially stripped of her noble title the moment she was insubordinate to Queen Astrid. Furthermore, the house of Wright does not wish to go against the Queen's wishes and house a fugitive, Queen Astrid would consider this an act of war. Lillian is most likely better off as a captive under Rycroft the Fox than in the Wasteland, where she would certainly now either be dead, or worse. The house of Wright implores Rycroft the Fox to treat Lillian kindly and not to cede Lillian to the Queen, nor attempt to retrieve a random from the house of Wright."
A tear streamed down Lillian's cheek. Before the letter, she was a noblewoman, being degraded as a servant. Now she was officially detached from her noble bloodline. Rycroft uncharacteristically leaned in to hug the weeping woman.
"I know, I know, it is tragic." He patted her on the back, showing a tenderness he had yet to show. Lillian's weeping grew stronger as Rycroft consoled her.
He spoke again, "I know, I know, I was counting on that ransom."
Lillian sniffled and then swallowed. "All you care about is your ransom!?"
"Well yes! I don't care if the house of Wright bails you out or not, I just wanted money! Now, what use are you to me?"
Rycroft stood up, Lillian put her head in her hands, "Now, what are we going to do? I can't just lead you around like a pet for all eternity, it's already getting boring." Rycroft put his hands up.
Lillian looked up, slightly offended, she bit her bottom lip and muttered, "...Why not?"
"No! This won't do, I've got to go in the field and rob more carriages, I can't just sit here all day and humiliate you, I have a band of bandits to look out for."
"...Please don't kill me, or release me into the woods, I'll die out there, the Queen will get me!" Lillian muttered, hoping that Rycroft would keep her in his lair. He was all she had.
Rycroft sighed, "You'll have to become one of us, I'll have to train you to be a bandit. That's the only way I can keep you as my servant, my sexual plaything. You see this was never supposed to be permanent, I need to use you in other ways now."
"You...want...me...to, become a bandit?"
"It's the only way? Either that or you're pushed off into the forest, at the mercy of nature and the Queen."
Lillian breathed heavily, she seemed to have no choice, "Okay I'll do it!"
***
Lillian woke to a cold bucket of water being dumped on her. She still wasn't used to this rude awakening, her naked body twitched, she screamed and writhed.
"Rise and shine!" It was Rycroft holding a bucket under one arm, the other outstretched as to help Lillian up.
