Melani felt her master explode between her lips. She swallowed every drop, knowing that anything less would result in a severe beating. She looked up in hopes of seeing the satisfaction in his eyes that she had put there. Instead she saw his right hand flying toward her.
She felt the impact of the blow on her cheek as she flew across the floor. Her naked body skidded across the tile and she could feel the burning across her exposed body from the friction. She wanted to moan, to scream, to cry. She did nothing but wait.
"Stupid bitch! Worthless slut! You will never look me in the eyes again! I will kill you if you ever dare to look upon me without my permission!" He roared. "Return to your chamber. Tomorrow we travel."
She rose from the cold tile and made her way to the door. She closed it quietly behind her. Once outside his presence she leaned against the cold stone wall, breathing deeply to absorb the pain he always brought to her. Tomorrow the traveling began. She would be his for the two weeks it took to get to Finsell. Then who knew what would happen to her. If he favored her at the end of the trip she would be his. If the Gods favored her she would be dead.
She made her way through the corridors back to her quarters. She was among the privileged. Her room was separate from the others. The four stone walls were as cold as her master's heart, but they were her walls. She laid her body down on the stone floor. Perhaps if she could please him he would allow her to have a rug to lie on.
She had made it through nineteen summers. She didn't expect to make it through another. Summers here didn't matter anyway. The land surrounding this keep was as cold and harsh as her master's heart. She laid her head on the stone tile and said her mantra. Take my spirit away. Free me of this pain. Set my soul to the wind. Restore me. As she said her silent prayer she fell asleep.
They were on their way before the first light of dawn had cracked the eastern sky. The carriage jarred her body, but she was thankful to be inside the transport rather than exposed to the elements as some of the less fortunate were. She was lucky he chose her. Yes, lucky.
"Bitch," He roared, "Come to me. Please your master."
Melani crawled from under the bench he sat on and squatted between his thick legs. He had already exposed himself for her and she carefully took him into her mouth. She stifled the gag she felt each time she touched his flesh. The feel of him, the taste, and the smell...All these things appalled her, yet she had to endure. Until the Gods decided her fate.
Her hands behind her back, she worked her tongue over his manhood. She parted her lips and took him into her mouth working slowly to make him last. This was the only time she had any control over her life. She was determined to use it to the fullest of her ability.
He moaned and placed his large hands on the back of her head. "Yes, my slut," He growled, "Suck your master's cock."
Melani felt a tear roll down her cheek and prayed he would not notice it. If he did he would punish her. She worked her mouth over him, taking him in and out slowly, feeling his hardness throb against her tongue. She felt his cock jerk as his cum filled her. Another tear rolled down. Nausea filled her body.
"Enough!" He roared as he pushed her away. "Begone from me now. I have no use of you."
Melani crawled back under the bench beneath him and huddled against the back of the carriage. How much longer could she last? As she huddled against the hard wood she sought solace in sleep.
Melani's head hit the top of the seat. She flinched and shook her head. What was going on? She felt the carriage twist and turn, felt her body thrown against the bottom of the seat. Then she sprawled in a heap near the door, the roof of the carriage beneath her. Her master's body sprawled over her, his weight bearing down on her.
She fought for breath as she tried to pull her body from under his crushing weight. Her fingers pressed against the carriage top as she struggled to pull herself out from under him. The top of her chest pulled free and she was able to draw a deeper breath.
She twisted her body from side to side. One hip free. Now the right leg slid loose. She wrapped her fingers around the door latch and pulled fiercely, her lips twisting up and her breath coming out in a hiss as she struggled against him. Her left leg popped from under his oppressive weight. Free. Her body was free. She twisted the latch and pulled her body from the carriage.
She squeezed her eyes shut as they tried to adjust to the harsh light. She felt cold spots touching her body, fading away as rapidly as their feathered touches. Snow. Slowly she opened her eyes, squinting at her surroundings.
The carriage had toppled over a steep ledge. She could clearly see the treacherous path it had taken on its downward spiral. The main road lay above her, the face of the rocks too sheer to climb. She saw a figure standing above her on the road staring downward. One of the guards, she was sure.
This was her chance. Taking a deep breath she hurried to the front of the carriage. She found the coachman face down; his body in a position only possible after death. She quickly removed his jacket and placed it over her naked shoulders. She did not have time to remove anything else, save his boots. She would not delay in an effort to be better prepared. She would rather die cold and naked and free that live another day of this life. She slipped the boots over her feet and tried as best she could to keep them on. They were quite a bit bigger than she was but they would do.