Camen slumbered in Liana's bed. She had taken the restorative brew and fallen asleep - all the better to mend her battered body. It was supper time but Liana had no appetite. Shortly she would be expected downstairs to give the Duke his birthday gift and although she now found the idea of such things less objectionable than she had, his treatment of Liana had instilled in her a deep-seated hatred that no amount of 'acceptance' would overcome. The very idea of that sadistic monster anywhere near her was more than she could bear and this night had to be the last one. Liana had spent the afternoon preparing the sleeping draft but it was not made with the normal recipe, instead, the ingredients had simply been blended together, crushed into a fine paste and the liquid strained off using a piece of cloth. Ingesting this juice was not lethal but it would quickly put one into a fevered and delirious state.
She had chosen her clothes carefully. Her feet were wrapped in black sandals which had straps that crisscrossed her calves and ended just below the knee. Instead of a skirt, she wore a length of white sheer fabric tied around the waist - she checked in the mirror and saw the cloth was so translucent nothing was left to the imagination. Down the centre of her chest ran a series of silver plates which tapered to a point below her stomach but were scalloped in to allow her naked breasts to remain completely exposed. She'd tied two black bands around each of her upper arms and wore and a steel collar around her neck. Her hair was in a simple ponytail which she allowed to drop down her front, partially covering one breast. With just a few minutes to spare she took the herbal juice she had prepared and rubbed it over her body, she paid special attention to her nipples, neck, arse and between her thighs. Her choice of clothes would hopefully mean that little of the solution would be rubbed off by the fabric. She took a final look at Carmen kissed her forehead. "You will suffer no more, my love."
***
When she entered the Duke's chambers she took note of the warrior standing in his usual place - still and silent. It was evident that the Duke had been enjoying himself. Several empty goblets were scattered around the room and he was reclining naked on the bed doing his best to drain another. Upon seeing Liana enter, he heaved his bloated body into a sitting position, finished the drink and belched.
"Ah, Liana. Welcome. I was just wondering - where is that tight little cunt? I've been thinking about you all day and my balls are the size of watermelons - look."
He pulled his stiffening, cock to the side so Liana could see.
"Happy birthday my lord. I'll have to see if I can do something about that won't I?"
"Yes, you will."
She approached the bed, hips swaying, and positioned herself so that her loins were directly in front of his face.
"Very nice." he pulled the improvised skirt to the side and stared. "That has to be one of the most perfect cunts I've ever seen. I was thinking the same thing when I was down there the other day. It's barely big enough to get a finger in. How does a slut like you keep it like that?"
Liana did her best to ignore the insult. "There are certain ways a lady can look after herself, my lord. Perhaps you would like another taste now?"
The Duke hauled himself to his feet, swayed a little and steadied himself with the bedpost. Then he drew back a hand and slapped her hard in the face, knocking her to the ground."
"I'll decide what I want," he said casually. "Now stop grovelling and get on the table. I want my present."
Liana was still reeling from the blow. In all her life she had never been struck so hard. A few tousels when she was a child and the odd smack off her father but nothing like this. It sent her head spinning and she felt like she was going to cry. Not now. She couldn't. Her mind flashed to Carmen and there was no way she could let her down. Using the bed to pull herself up she moved over to where a large table had been cleared. Her cheek stung and she could feel it swelling already.
"Now on your back. I want to see you smile while I fuck you."
This was not going to plan - she had been sure he would want to lick her or suck on her breasts or use his tongue for something. She didn't have time to think though. She lifted herself onto the heavy, wooden table and laid back.
"That's it. Open up."
Liana spread her long legs and as she did so the Duke gripped her ankles in his sweaty hands, pulling her open even wider. She was, fortunately, fairly supple, which also seemed to please the Duke.
The Duke gazed down at her opening - he loved how small it was and he adored the neat, delicate lips that surrounded it. The whole thing was flawlessly smooth and if he pulled her legs upwards, he could just about see her other hole; an inviting pinkness that was clearly yearning for him.
"You'll be pleased to hear I've been to the alchemist and secured a little something to keep me like a rock all night long. He told me it's not good for my heart but what the hell - it's my birthday."
She felt the end of his cock touch her.
"I'm going to start with the cunt, Liana. Then I'm going to move onto the arsehole. After that who knows. We've got all night so we can do anything your heart desires."
