Kara began to smile.
“And had you assumed this attitude from the start, I might have let you lay in the warmth of my bed.”
Kara’s smile started to fade.
“You refused. And now that I have given you to my army, you crawl back? You sat, just as that girl there sits” He pointed to Amalia who was more than embarrassed when Karas eyes met her own. Kara shook her head still crying.
Kara: “I was a fool, I’m sorry!!!”
Degladoth: “You are a whore for my soldiers. Goodbye.”
Kara shrieked as the two men dragged her, her screams and crying resonating long after she was out of sight.
Amalia was forcefully moved, kneeling in front of Degladoth again. As she was brought to her knees, she whispered to herself in anger about what she had just witnessed. She said just enough for Degladoth to register the name “Kara”. An evil smile spread across his face, warping the long scars which looked like a beast had slashed him some time ago.
Degladoth: “Fetch me that whore again” he ordered one of the men.
Amalia was kneeling in silence, the cold stone floor beginning to make her shiver. ‘They can make me uncomfortable and they can show me anything they like; I will never behave like that…’ she was thinking when she heard the door open again.
Kara ran in, weeping and throwing herself to the ground in front of Degladoth.
Degladoth: “Has she laid with any man?” He was asking her escorts.
Kara: “I haven’t, I swear!”
“Was I speaking to you bitch?!?” Degladoth shouted with eyes that made it clear Kara was out of line by speaking. Kara whimpered and cowered lowering her face.
Escort: “She hasn’t sir. She has been in the Witch’s kitten house, serving and being prepared for her duties.”
Degladoth: “Good. Come here bitch.” He motioned for Kara to come over to him.
Kara was wearing a corset and a short dress which looked like it might have been longer in the past but had been cut to expose her legs. She was now on her knees in between Degladoth’s legs, facing Amalia; her hands, palms up resting on her thighs. Degladoth had a firm grip on Kara’s hair, holding her head up hard.
Degladoth: “Do you know this girl? Whore.”
Kara: “I do sir, she is Amalia, Princess of Hazelmire.”
Degladoth produced a small wooden baton. “And do you know what this is?” he asked Kara.
Kara: “That is a ‘fuck stick’ my lord.”
Degladoth: “Show her what you do with it.”
Kara moved slowly and seductively, gripping the bat and licking the bulbus end. She drooled on the stick and wiped the drool on her face, gently hitting her cheek with it. “Thank you, your majesty,” she whispered looking deep into Degladoth’s eyes. Kara wrapped her lips around the shaft and playfully moved it in and out of her mouth, moaning louder and louder. The stick left her mouth, a string of spit shimmering as it hung connected from her lips to the now wet bat. Kara then sharply inserted the baton into her throat, gagging and choking as she did so – her eyes wide in fear but not breaking contact with Degladoth’s.
Amalia watched in absolute shock. Kara, was a fierce and strong warrior, tales had been spread of her triumphs. Here she was on her knees sucking on a baton, moaning and begging like a weak animal. ‘I will never do anything like this’ Amalia told herself. ‘I am a Princess; I do not bend at the will of others.”
Kara slid the top of her dress down, exposing her breasts then lifted the bottom of her dress, taking off her underwear which had clearly been soaked. She began sliding the baton down her body, taking time to let it rub her nipples on its way.
Degladoth: “That is enough for now.”
Kara moaned as she stopped from playing with herself, clearly something she was eager to do.
Degladoth: “Princess Amalia of Hazelmire. Do you know why you are here?”
Amalia was scared, but more than anything; she was angry. No man had the right to touch her, nobody treated her the way she had been treated. Her father and his army were going to destroy Zothurith and this twisted man with it.
Amalia: “I’m here because a disgusting pig decided to kidnap me in the middle of the night while I slept.”
Everyone in the room, other than Amalia and Degladoth, was frozen in shock, dumbfound looks upon their faces. Amalia was glaring hard into Degladoth’s eyes, but where she expected to find fear or anger, she saw joy which enraged her even further. Deglaoth was smiling wide but kept himself from laughing.
Degladoth: “And your friend here? What do you think of the way she behaves?”
Amalia, now an emotional wreck allowed her temper to break “Pathetic! And Weak! How dare you crawl on your knees? How dare you offer your body to this, THING!”
Kara was crying and shaking her head looking at Degladoth “She doesn’t know my master, she doesn’t know your power or your strength, she is a girl…”
“Silence!” Degladoth barked Kara whimpering again. “She is a woman; she is a Princess…” Now looking at Amalia “Why don’t you come over here and teach your friend a lesson?”
Kara was shaking her head sobbing “Please, don’t…”
Amalia, curious now, walked over gracefully once her wrist bindings were removed by a guard.
Degladoth: “If I told you, that you will beg at my feet like your dog of a friend here,” he kicked Kara lightly on the ribs “what would you say to that?”
Amalia: “I refuse. I will never be used for your pleasure. I am a Princess.”
Degladoth: “Very well, Princess, show her what you think of her behavior. Taunt her, hurt her, fuck her, whatever you feel.” He handed Amalia the stick.
Part of Amalia wanted to hit Degladoth with the stick, but she knew his guards would intervene, so she turned her attention to Kara. Angry that her memory of the once great female warrior was now tainted forever. Then again, such a warrior, kneeling before her, ready to please… might not be such a bad thing.
Amalia whistled, to her surprise Kara crawled to her, her tongue hanging out and a smile on her face.
Amalia: “That’s what you are now isn’t it? You ARE a fucking dog. Wittle doggy wanna pway wif a fuck stick?”
Kara was playing along seemingly happily as Amalia taunted her.
Amalia: “You BITCH!” she spanked Kara hard with the stick, a gasp was let out by the handmaids as Kara yelped.
Amalia: “A warrior has pride,” she was now grazing the stick and the drool all over Kara’s tired face, gently running her free hand through Kara’s hair. “All you have is shame. So go ahead and suck, let’s see how shameful you are willing to be for me.”
Amalia held the stick at her pelvis and watched as Kara devoured it over and over again gagging and slobbering loudly. Amalia started to see the appeal, ‘I don’t mind this’ she thought to herself.
Degladoth clapped his hands, “Good, good. Enough.” He waived his hands and two guards walked over, grabbed Amalia by either arm and forced her to her knees, her face and hands on the ground, bowing to Degladoth.
‘What is this?’ Amalia was thinking as she felt her face pressed to the stone with her ass in the air.
Degladoth: “Kara, crawl over here bitch.”
Kara crawled next to him, kneeling at his side while he was petting her head.
Degladoth: “Many Kingdoms have traded with me, mostly to protect their lands and their people. I always begin with the price of their Princesses whom I intend to make my personal slaves. They never agree to that; some giving dozens or hundreds of women, for pleasure as I see fit. Kara, you were such a girl, weren’t you?”