by A M Proctor
Sir orders. “Make it hard again or she’ll feed from the hole where your sack used to be.”
The males hand works his sad, soft penis. It just won’t rise to attention no matter what he does. Sir grabs the guard and feminine hands wielding a knife fist the screaming guards balls. She runs the knife against the base of his balls and pulls them free of his body. I open my mouth under the waterfall of blood that streams out of him.
Narella purrs down at me, “There you go, sweetheart. Drink up.” Gods, I love her right now. If I wasn’t so damn hungry, I’d kiss her boots.
I gorge myself on the blood until Sir orders me to stop. I’m put back into the water for another washing because I’m covered in blood. The guard is on the floor, cupping the wound in a fetal position, blood still seeping out between his fingers. Sir didn’t tell me to seal the wound.
I wonder if rapey guard will visit me tomorrow for my daily fucking. He’s really not that good, but I’d never utter those words out loud.
No, this is the quietest I’ve been in my entire life. It’s kind of nice, not having to make decisions and spending so much alone time with myself. It wasn’t at first, but now that I’ve accepted what I am, I can just let everyone around me do all the difficult stuff. I’m merely here for their enjoyment. I’m stood back up and posed for presentation once more.
Narella’s slippers approach me. I feel her hand lift my right breast, testing the weight. “She looks much better now.”
Sir’s boots come into view. I watch his hand close in on the nipple of the breast Narella is cupping. He gives me a tight pinch, causing me to gasp in pain. “Can you improve this for our king?”
Narella’s laughter is simply angelic. “Of course, I can.”
Her slippers move away and I’m pushed to follow her. She leads us out of the cell that’s been my home for… how long did they say? A month? No matter. A thrill surges through me as we walk up the corridor and out of the damp underground dungeon. The air clears and I take a covert inhale, savoring the new sweet scents tickling my nostrils. It feels like a rebirth to me.
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The steps feel like a grand staircase. I really want to lift my gaze and take in the sights. I didn’t dare. I can feel Sir’s gaze on my back as he follows closely. He’s watching for any sign that I might fuck up.
The thought makes me want to fall to my knees and press kisses to his dirty boots. Silent devotion and promises of my trustworthiness and loyalty.
Winded and weak, I’m grateful we only rise two flights before Sir’s boots are clicking on the smooth stone floor of another corridor behind me. The cool stone feels wonderful on my bare feet. Luxurious compared to the rough earthen floor of my cell.
The lights of the room we enter hurt my eyes. It’s so bright up here. Suddenly I’m frightened. I don’t belong here under all these lights, in all this luxury. I feel dirty. Unworthy.
“Mind the carpet. I don’t want her dirty feet spoiling it.”
I’m pushed towards a tub. Full of warm, sudsy water. Another bath? Tonight must be an important night for me. I sink down into the water, stifling the sweet moan that tries to escape my silence. I wait for direction. Do nothing until addressed and told what to do. That’s my only job.
But Narella sounds irritated with me. “Well?”
I jump in fear. What did I do? Was I not supposed to sit in the bath? Oh fuck. What if I was supposed to stand and look at the water?
Narella sounds impatient. “Wash yourself, girl. We don’t have all night.”
I almost sob with relief. Moving quickly, I scrub my body. The dirt and grime that comes off my body startles me. Surely after two wash downs in my puddle, I can’t still be this dirty. But I am. I’m a dirty little slut. No amount of washing will ever make me worthy.
They shove a towel into my hands as I stand up. It’s soft, clean and white. I keep inspecting it as I dry my body. Looking for the dirty that I know is inside me.
I’m guided towards a chair set in the middle of the bathing room. They drape a blanket of sheer cloth around me. A new pair of feminine slippers comes into view. The hem of this dress is burgundy, not the emerald green of Narella’s fine gown. A soft feminine voice sounds above me. “Oh Narella, there isn’t much for me to work with here.”
Narella chuckles lightly. “You should have seen it a month ago. It’s grown a lot since I sheered the lamb.”
“Well, I can even it up a bit. Lift your head, girl.”
My chin rises reluctantly, but I keep my eyes downcast. Through my peripheral I take in Sir’s presence. He’s lounging on a daybed, studying me closely. My guard is standing by the door to this opulent bathing and dressing room.
A comb runs through my short hair. The sound of scissors snipping takes me back in time to the impromptu hair cut I received from Jonas in a private jet over the Atlantic Ocean. It had been my last real hair cut before my transition.
My memories no longer create wistful fondness and longings. I no longer associate my current self with that girl. If I could forget that life, I would. Instead, those memories plague me and only cause fearful pain. I used to hate that girl who’s memories I share. Now I view her memories with indifference.
The cool air on my naked skin jerks me out of my head. Stay alert, slut. If you miss an order, it will disappoint Sir. I’m being urged to stand up and follow. My hands lace behind my neck automatically.
We move towards a line of fine dresses, hanging up along the wall. My heart races. Are they going to dress me? My skin tingles at the thought. I’m not sure if it’s excitement or dread I’m feeling.
Narella’s slippers come into view. “What do you think about the blue, Jarell?”
Burgundy slippers appear now. “It’ll match her eyes, if anyone glimpses them.”
A jewel blue bodice comes into view. “Yes, Alexei will like this.”
It’s placed around my middle. My breasts are lifted in the open supports before it’s laced up tight in the back. Narella purrs. “Oh yes, it makes her tits stand up beautifully.”
Elegant fingers pinch my nipples, causing them to harden. “Jarell darling, get the fancy clamps with the matching collar.”
Jarell asks, “The rubies?”
Narella snaps, “No, the diamonds. We don’t want her to look like America.”
“Well, she is American, isn’t she?”
Narella snorts, “She’s nothing, a simple pleasure toy… right slut?”
My voice is weak with defeat. “Yes, Mistress.”
A black leather collar with a simple cluster of diamonds and one large ring towards the buckle comes into view and disappears as it’s attached around my neck. They move my hands to my lower back. Leather cuffs attach around my wrists and then secured to the back of my bodice. I grip my elbows for anything to hold on to. Anything that will ground me in this moment.
Jarell comments on the anklet I still wear. “Still haven’t found anything to remove that?”
Sir answers. “Short of removing her foot and sliding it off, it’s on there to stay. Ryzier says a god who wanted to stake his claim on her made it.”
Jarell asks curiously. “A god? She’s lain with gods?”
Narella snorts as she teases my nipples for the clamps in her hand. “And they’ve forsaken her. See how far she’s fallen?”
She tugs my nipple and slips a jeweled clamp over it. I gasp and jerk slightly at the bite of the clamp. Narella ignores me and moves to my other nipple. “Besides, those gods are just fae pretending to be better than everyone else.”
Sir snorts from his place on the daybed. “If she was so valuable to them, they would have shown up to retrieve her the moment I started her punishment.”
Narella laughed again. “I’m still having a hard time understanding Alexei’s fascination with her.”
She’s kneeling between my legs now. The nipple clamps connect by a delicate gold chain. She has a third clamp in her hand, also attached to the chains. She gives my nipples a sharp jerk.
“Open up and relax your clit, slut.”
I hear Sir rise from the daybed and stride over. His boots come into view as I’m widening my stance for Narella. She’s spreading my labia and groping at my clit. I can’t help my body's reaction. My nipples are on fire, and my clit wants no part of that. Sir leans down to watch what Narella is doing.
“That will not work and you know it.”
Dark red curls bounce and swing as Narella jerks her glare towards Sir’s short dark hair. Sir is simply gorgeous. He’s muscular with a sprinkling of Italian in his background.
Narella snaps, “Well I will not pleasure it.”
He glances up at me and I make brief eye contact with his dark gaze before jerking mine elsewhere in horror. I can’t help the quake that begins in my body. The shaking causes my nipples to scream in pain. Tears form. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m failing here.
Sir’s breath fans my open pussy, and I gasp at the sensation. I open my eyes reflectively and meet his gaze again. He whispers, “Hold my gaze.”
His voice takes my breath away. I’m not worthy to hold his gaze. My pussy hasn’t felt pleasure and should never feel pleasure, but here I am, awaiting Sir’s mouth. He pats my inner thighs gently and I open as wide as I can, still holding my breath. If his lips move any closer to my pussy, I will pass out.
I gasp the moment his tongue appears and slides into my heavy sex. His dark eyes hold mine and I long to close my eyes and savor the pleasure he’s gifting me. The tears in my eyes drop from my lashes as I blink them. He skillfully laps at my clit, coaxing my pussy to relax and trust him.
He moans against my sex as I gasp. “Hmmm. Good girl.”
His fingers join his mouth. My breath hitches because I’m so close. He pulls back slightly as something pinches my clit. I cry out as my clit jumps. The squeeze forcing my orgasm over the edge while crushing the pleasure at the same time. I shutter, and a sob wrenches out of me. It’s not quite an orgasm, and it’s not entirely painful either. It’s frustrating and uncomfortable. No release, no euphoric bliss, just a building of pressure and need.
He grins at Narella, “That’s how you clamp a clit, my dear.”
He moves back, and I struggle to keep from squirming. Tears are falling freely now. Narella asks lightly, “Shall we add the weights to it?”
Sir glares over at her. “I think this is enough for her first time.”
Narella pouts. “We could weight her labia.”
Sir glances at my pussy. “Bring the weights. She’s been so good, I’ve decided the box can wait for another night. Once Alexei has finished with her, we’ll display her for the court to enjoy. We’ll attached the weights then. Don’t forget the labia clamps, we’ll weigh those down too.”
Narella give Sir a quick kiss on the mouth. “You are simply brilliant!”
Walking sucks with clamps on your tender bits. I don’t care how much the diamonds cost or how pretty they sparkle. Every step jiggles my nipples and shifts my clit uncomfortably. Sir has gathered the delicate golden chains and leads me at a brisk pace by them. We ascend two more flights of stairs quickly.
My ears tingle with the sounds of people mingling in the throne room. Sir inspects my clamps to make sure they haven’t slipped. He winces slightly as he pulls my labia open and tugs on my clit gently. “Can’t have this falling off when the king plays with your pussy.”
I shutter and bite my lip, but he ignores me. A hush falls through the crowd as Sir leads me onto the stage and towards my king. My fingers bite into my elbows as I struggle to keep up with Sir. I want to shrink into myself. My downcast eyes can see the males of the Blood Court press closer to the stage. Eyes slide over my body. My face feels hotter than the tears streaking it.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
A Court of Torture
Sir turns me to face my king. I focus on his boots and lap. He’s wearing dress pants and shoes as he stands up. Sir’s voice is loud and clear. “My liege, I present your new wife.”
Alexei asks, “What happened to her hair?”
Sir clears his throat. “She proved more difficult to tame in the beginning. She cut it off in a fit of rage.”
Alexei is silent as he walks around me. “Rookie mistake, allowing her access to sharp things, Gregory.”
Sir shifts uncomfortably while I cringe. “Well… yes. I was overconfident.”
Alexei’s dress shoes come into view. He tests the weight of my left breast with two fingers. “She’s too thin. Did you have to starve her too?”
Sir clears his throat. “Aye, but you’ll find that she’s well trained now. Her only thoughts are of pleasing you, Majesty.”
“Well then, I guess it’s worth it. Be sure to feed her properly from now on.”
“Of course, Majesty.” Sir bows and steps aside.
Two fingers leave my breast and hook under my chin, lifting my face. My eyes remain downcast as I focus on his bare chest.
“Look at me.”
I close my eyes a moment, summoning the courage it takes to lift my gaze to meet his pale green eyes. I swallow audibly and struggle to maintain eye contact. It’s so hard to look at my king. But I do.
His gaze goes out to the crowd behind me and I’m turned to face the audience. I struggle to keep my gaze on my king. He hasn’t told me to look elsewhere.
Sir gently suggests to Alexei. “She’s trained to follow orders, Sire. You must remember to tell her what you want. If you tell her to watch your face, she’ll keep her gaze fixed until you tell her otherwise. Tell her to ride your cock and she’ll ride you all night if you forget to tell her to dismount.”
Alexei’s voice sounds from behind me. “Look at my subjects, Nevaeh.”
Who the fuck is Nevaeh? My confusion is clear as he meets my gaze. He nods his head towards the crowd below with a pointed look. Understanding relaxes my pinched worry. I turn my head around and face the jeering crowd.
Alexei inhales beside me. “Behold my new mate.”
Cheers rise and I shrink back at the noise, the spectacle, and the general overwhelming emotion that consumes me. He called me Nevaeh. They knew her, or of her at least. I’m just Slut now.
Fifty male vampires press close, some inhaling my scent, some taunting me with cat calls. “I know you’re excited to play with her. We all know Gregory does fine work with the females brought here. You each will get a chance with her, but right now, she’s all mine.”
He steps in front of me as Sir pulls me back towards the throne. “First mate, Narella has prepared a special treat for us males though. I hope you enjoy tonight's entertainment.”
The king returns to his throne to lord over his people. He leans back, and Sir asks. “How would you like her, Majesty?”
“Open her up on my lap. I want to toy with her as I receive those who wish an audience with me. Leave her adornments until I’m ready to fuck her. Give us a few minutes before bringing my first appointment up.”
Sir moves me to sit down on the kings lap. I’m shivering violently as my legs are opened and hooked on either side of the armrests.
“Lean back against me.” I lean back and he adjusts his torso so that my arms aren’t poking his chest. “That’s it, now open your legs more and lay your head back against my shoulder. I want your complete attention until I say otherwise.”
I turn my gaze to his slowly, and he gives me a slow smile. His hand slides up and down my belly casually. “You will answer my every question, honestly and to the point. Understand me?”
“Yes, Majesty.”
He licks his lips slowly as his fingers entwine in the gold chains. He lifts his hand and tugs my nipples.
“Does that hurt?”
“Yes Majesty.” Fresh tears form in my eyes.
“Good.”
He flicks his hand up, and it jerks my clit harshly. I cry out and stifle a sob. My body jerks and tenses.
“I don’t have to ask if that’s sensitive. If it hurts, feel free to squirm against my lap but keep this pussy on displ
ay for all to enjoy your suffering.”
I whimper as he jiggles the chains. He inhales and sighs as if he’s enjoying my discomfort. “Now, tell me where our daughters are.”
He lets go of the chains and slides his hand downward slowly. “I don’t understand, Majesty.”
His fingers spread my labia open as one finger taps the jewel affixed to my clit. Each tap has my entire body jerking.
“Don’t play with me, Nevaeh.”
“I’m not Majesty, please…”
My labia is released but those fingers are now tugging on the jewel, ever so gently. His voice is a clear warning.
“Tell me where our daughters are Nevaeh.”
I blurt the first thing that comes to mind. “Who’s Nevaeh? I’m Slut. Slut doesn’t have daughters. Slut only wants to please you. Please… Majesty… don’t punish Slut.” I gasp at my boldness and bite my lip harshly as I cringe. Waiting for the hand to slap my face or worse.
The hand leaves my pussy, and another clutches my face. I open my eyes and meet his curious gaze reluctantly as he inspects my face.
“Does Slut know where Nevaeh’s daughters are hidden?”
Tears fill my vision and blur Alexei’s beautiful face. “No, Majesty. Nevaeh hid them in the Fae Realm with friends.”
His hand cupped my pussy, palm pressing against the jeweled clamp. The pain and panic is clear in my face as I squirm against his body.
“They were gone when Ryzier went to collect them. Did you tell them to hide my daughters from me?”
“No Majesty. Nevaeh trusted Ryzier. Oh, please… it hurts… She never thought he’d betray her. Please! She had no reason to hide them from him. You’ve got to believe me.”
The pressure lifted, and he patted the jewel lightly.
“I believe you. The thing is, I believe Ryzier as well. He’s endured extreme duress, much like you have. He maintains he doesn’t know where my girls are. So that leads to the betrayal of your fae friends. Maybe those nymphs you left them with?”