Amelia Jane Discovers her Fate
At first I could not believe that it was Professor Jones that had walked into the room. My flesh crawled as he smiled down at me, bound helplessly as I was to the table. His left hand gripped my left thigh about half way up, and his mouth contorted into a humourless smile.
"I see that you have opted for a shorter hairdo since last we met, little slut."
I looked away from him and could not stop a small moan escaping my lips. My eyes filled with tears. I had not heard my own language for some time, but now that I did so, it was immediately used to call me a 'little slut', from the lips of a man that I had always loathed, but now also greatly feared. I had had no say in the severe diminution of my formerly long blonde flowing hair. It had been ruthlessly removed by the recycler in the market place when I had been abandoned there.
"What are you doing here?" I hissed, trying to sound much braver than I felt. His arm moved higher on my thigh, squeezing my bare flesh. There was absolutely nothing that I could do to prevent him taking this liberty, pinned and spread-eagled as I was.
He leered at me, "Pretty little Amelia Jane, strapped to a table in a torture chamber, yet still trying to sound brave. What a feisty little thing you are, for a worthless whore." He almost spat the last two words at me.
"Please," I cried, "Call me what you wish, but not that, that isn't true."
"Not true?" he sneered, "Not true? Why, how interesting. And what part of that sobriquet do you dispute, my dear? That you are a whore seems obvious. What other term could be used for a pretty girl that scampers about a city market place, offering herself to men, with a coin box about her elegant neck?"
"I only did it because I had to," I protested.
"Well you seemed to take to it easily enough," he replied, "We hardly had to drag you from customer to customer. And your body seemed willing enough to co-operate, and lubricate itself, prior to your various penetrations."
I looked away, tears in my eyes, unable to answer him.
"And worthless, certainly, as for all your obvious willingness to co-operate, you were not able to earn enough even to provide for your own maintenance; the costs of your caging and gruel and such. One might contend that you are in fact less than worthless, as your apparent lack of appeal to your potential client base means that you would almost certainly lose any employer money, draining rather than supplementing his stock of capital."
I shuddered at his words. He used terminology that a merchant bank might be wont to employ about a failing business operation. His hand, which had been gripping my thigh, now went to my mark, and his forefinger idly traced the circle of it, burnt into my flesh.
"And of course, further, this dainty mark that we placed upon your shapely leg specifically marks you out as worthless, even in comparison to other girls of your type"
I did not speak. He sighed slightly.
"But I digress, somewhat, my dear. I am not here merely to confirm the fact that you are a worthless whore, but to find out how you came to be, in addition, a delinquent felon, a kidnapper no less. Perhaps you would be so good as to reveal the circumstances whereby this new appellation has been placed upon you."
I looked at him, my eyes wide with fear.
"I have done nothing wrong. It was I who was kidnapped!"
He regarded me, and raised an eyebrow.
"I assure you, my dear, that it has already been decided beyond any reasonable doubt that you are, at the very least, an accessory to kidnapping. My task here is to ascertain how you came to be found riding the mount of the daughter of the Ruler of the City. Your position is extremely precarious. Indeed your future to a very great extent hangs upon whether you can adequately explain how such a circumstance came about."
"Why should I tell you," I whispered, "Of all people?"
He smiled a little. "Perhaps I need to appraise you of your predicament, my dear. It would seem that on her daily, somewhat foolhardy, jaunt around the palace grounds, the daughter of the City Ruler was abducted. In her place, riding on her beloved pet mount, was apparently found yourself, a worthless whore, wearing a wig to make you look a little more like the Ruler's beautiful and chaste daughter. I have been reliably informed that you have, subsequently, whether truthfully or affectedly, appeared not to understand any of the questions put to you regarding this matter, but merely babbled gibberish in some unknown tongue. As an acquaintance of the Ruler, known for my ability to speak a number of barbarian languages, I have been brought in to see if I can understand your primitive speech. So you can see, my dear, that I am here on business rather than pleasure, although there seems no reason why I should not mix the two."
So saying he climbed upon the table and bestrode my prostrate form.
"So," he said, "Why don't we start with you telling me exactly what happened."
I quivered, his weight now on top of me. Where should I start? Should I tell him anything at all? I saw him undoing his tunic, and realised with a sinking heart that he was preparing to rape me.
"What are you doing?" I cried, "Aren't you here to interview me and establish the facts?"
"I do not think that any questions will be asked of my methods providing that I obtain some sort of confession," he said, as he pushed into me. I was of course helpless to resist. He grunted as he forced his way into my love-hole. "My, my," he said, "You are indeed a little whore. Wet and slick and ready for the use of a man, despite your unenviable plight."
I clenched my bound fists helplessly. I could not deny the truth of these remarks. My body betrayed me, and even though I found him loathsome, it seemed that I was now so desperate for the touch of a man, any man, that my body would juice helplessly even at the unsolicited fondling of a despised enemy. I think, if I could, I would have wrapped my long legs about him, pulling him further into me, but my bonds, strapped to the table as I was, perhaps thankfully precluded this eventuality.
"So," he drawled lazily, as he thrust into me, "Why don't you begin, little slut, and tell me the circumstances pertaining to your unfortunate predicament."