Possessing Allura (18 page)

‘But we all dream of men,' said Allura boldly. ‘We cannot live without their strength. That makes us sisters still.'

‘What do you know of my dreams?' The dildo sank deep enough to make the princess whimper. ‘What right have you to speak for me?'

‘None, none,' she pleaded. ‘I didn't mean it.'

‘You royal bitches do that all the time. You use our feminine needs as an excuse to brutalize us.'

‘But we are of the same class. We grew up together; have you forgotten?'

‘No, it is you who has forgotten. And as far as that goes, you never knew in the first place. Did it even occur to you how it felt to always play second fiddle to you, and how it was for my family having to bow and scrape to your father?'

‘I knew that, I did. But I could do nothing. Once I asked my father why you could not ride with us in the state carriage to greet the visiting King of Fristia. Do you remember? We were six. He told me I had a good heart but I must learn the way of things. Life was about power. There are those who have it and those who don't, and ultimately all must yield and be slaves to their betters. “Only kings and queens have no betters,” he said. “Only they are masters. Your little friend, beauty that she is, will one day have to know herself your slave.” Do you know how it hurt me to hear him say such things? I was never so disappointed.'

‘So your father was not the hero we thought,' Saraveeta sneered. ‘Who is?'

‘But there's more!' Allura exclaimed. ‘I asked about the gods. Did the kings and queens not bow to them? He lifted me in his arms and asked if I could see him. Of course, I told him, what a silly question. He then asked if I thought he was strong and did I feel protected in his arms? Again I said yes. Satisfied, he carried me to the altar in the very chapel we were yesterday. “Here,” he turned me slowly in a circle so I could see the relics, “are your gods and goddesses. Would you like them to hold you, to care for you as I do?”

‘“But these are statues,” I said, “and pictures.” He nodded, pleased with my answer.

‘“And so would any wise person say,” he added. “A king is here and now and made of flesh and blood, a god is a story, a legend represented by objects.”‘

‘I have faith,' said Saraveeta, ‘as must all who are oppressed. Without our unseen gods to appeal to, we would have nothing but the all too visible tyrants of this world.'

‘I do not wish to be a tyrant, Saraveeta.'

‘You are in no danger of that,' Saraveeta assured her. ‘If anything, you are more likely to lose your freedom altogether.'

‘To the baron?' Saraveeta allowed her to answer the question herself. ‘But he has taken me as his wife, not his slave.'

‘The baron has taken you, that's it,' Saraveeta corrected. ‘Haven't you seen that?'

‘I will fight him. We will both fight him. You will help me.'

‘I take no orders from you anymore.'

‘Then do it as a friend.'

‘Let's concentrate on the moment, princess. I want you to come for me, now.'

Allura's body began to spasm, the words having their own secret enveloping power. ‘Yes,' she hissed. ‘Oh, yes…' and so she orgasmed, the dildo inside her, the future vastly uncertain, both in terms of her own fate and that of the kingdom.

I shall pray, she thought to herself. I shall rediscover these deities I have neglected so long on my father's advice. And maybe I will recover something of my honor, and my family's honor.

 

For the next five days the princess was not permitted to leave the baron's quarters. Nor was she permitted the dignity of clothing. When she wanted a drink it was from the bowl on the floor, and when she wanted to eat it was from the food bowl beside it. The baron did not return for her in all this time, nor did Saraveeta, and Allura imagined them together, enjoying each other and cohabitating like the traitorous vermin they were.

Allura was afraid that the servants would learn of her humiliating predicament, but interestingly enough the baron sent only his soldiers to bring her food and water. These men were largely indifferent to her naked charms, and if they wanted her they gave no indication. More than likely they were under orders not to touch her, but she did not care for them having the right to look at her, and covered herself with a blanket when any of them appeared.

Except for Tesotoro. She told herself she would use the man to her own ends, but there was little reason to suppose he would be on her side more than any of the others. She was not sure what it was about him that was different; perhaps the fact that his hair was blond like hers – a great rarity in the kingdom. Or maybe it was the gentleness of his hands as he had bound her – gentle, yet very, very arousing. He'd had her excited without any actual sexual advance.

When it was his shift to bring water and food she would take it, crawling to his feet. The others be damned; she would throw the bowls in their faces. Word got round and Tesotoro took ribbing about his little pet.

‘What's your secret, Tesotoro, did you give her a little barbarian injection to tame her?' she would hear them taunting. So he was a barbarian; that would explain the blond hair, though it did not explain how he'd come into the service of a noble of her civilized country. She would find this out, one way or another.

Apparently word got back to the baron about Tesotoro, and finally he came to her, exceedingly angry. ‘Did you spread it for him?' he demanded, grabbing her by the back of her neck.

‘No,' she wailed, ‘I swear it.'

He cuffed her. ‘You're a lying cunt,' he spat. ‘The rumors fly all over the castle. You sniff after him like a bitch in heat.'

‘It is nothing,' she promised, tears in her eyes. ‘Nothing at all.'

He stared at her, scowling. ‘I will punish you for this. Regardless of what you did or did not do, an example must be set.'

‘But that isn't fair,' she protested, employing the phrase she so often found herself using to such little effect as of late.

He pushed her to her knees and thrust his cock between her lips. ‘I won't be made a fool of, Allura,' he vowed, the princess sucking obediently, grateful for the chance to appease him. ‘This will cost you dungeon time,' he informed her gruffly. ‘Three days.'

Allura sucked more eagerly in an effort to change his mind, but as he ejaculated in the back of her throat, compelling her to swallow his copious issue, he remained steadfast. ‘It won't be pleasant but you'll survive it, just like Saraveeta.'

‘Is that what this is,' she asked when she'd swallowed his seed, ‘a shoddy way to win revenge on behalf of your new slut? Maybe you should have married her and not me.'

The baron frowned, but instead of being angry he seemed amused. ‘Do I detect a note of jealousy?'

‘You detect contempt, Montreico, which is all you deserve.'

The baron tucked away his deflated penis. ‘Rodolfo will escort you to your new quarters, my dear,' he said mildly. ‘Do give my regards to the rats and the spiders.'

‘I hate you with all my heart!' she cried. ‘I despise you more than you will ever know!'

‘Oh well,' he shrugged, ‘I suppose I'll have to live with that, won't I?'

He left her alone to wait for Rodolfo, the man looking stiff and somber as he came to fetch her. ‘I'll have to shackle you.' He held out the heavy chain, clutched in his fists.

‘Rodolfo, take pity on me,' she pleaded, lowering her face to his feet, her golden hair draped over his boots.

‘Princess, do not make a spectacle of yourself.'

‘But this is only between us.' She looked up at him. ‘I know what you feel for me. I can see it in your eyes. Why should we not share a life together?'

‘Give me your wrists,' he ordered.

She held them up. ‘Rodolfo, I do have feelings for you.'

‘As you do for Tesotoro and whoever else happens to be holding your leash at the time.'

Allura blushed. He was accusing her of being a slut or a treacherous user or men. She wished she understood how it all worked; both were true, and neither were. ‘But Rodolfo,' she decided to appeal to his ambition, ‘do you not see the opportunities for a man like you? I've watched you. I know you chafe under the baron's yoke. I can give you power beyond your wildest dreams.'

The shackles closed tightly and heavily on her wrists. ‘You will be quiet,' the man instructed, ‘or face the consequences.'

‘You mean there is something worse than the dungeon?' She laughed darkly. ‘I find that hard to believe.'

‘Arms in the air,' he commanded. ‘On your feet.' Allura stood, holding aloft her chained wrists. ‘There is always something worse.' He produced an iron collar with a heavy padlock, and it weighed low on Allura's shoulders as he snapped it shut.

‘I'm afraid,' she whispered timorously as the metal locked.

‘Put your hands behind my head,' Rodolfo commanded, ignoring her words, then he abruptly pulled her tight against him and kissed her, his tongue invading her mouth, and she had no choice but to stand there and let him have his way.

By the time he released her she was panting. ‘Rodolfo, don't stop…' she pleaded in hushed, breathless tones.

‘I cannot go on like this,' he stated, his voice a low growl. ‘The temptation overwhelms me. That is why I must put this on you without delay.' Allura beheld the iron belt, designed to fit about her naked middle, sealing off her sexual parts to any not privileged with the key. ‘By order of the baron you will wear this until freed from the dungeon. None will remove it but he, none will have you till he commands it.'

She swallowed nervously. ‘But what if I have to pee?' she asked, the first foolish question that came to mind.

‘There is a grate in the front,' he informed her. ‘You will urinate through it. This is for your own good, princess. You would be mightily abused in the dungeon without it.'

‘But… but won't I still be vulnerable?'

‘Your ass and your mouth will not be guarded,' he confirmed, and only now did the full implications of her sentence begin to sink in. Maybe she wouldn't survive. Maybe she wasn't strong enough to.

‘Rodolfo, please make love to me first,' she begged shamelessly. ‘Let me go down there with the memory of your cock inside me.'

‘The belt,' he said dismissively, ‘I must put it on. The baron holds the only key.'

‘Don't lock me away,' she rubbed her front against him, ‘not yet.' She told herself it was all part of her stratagem, to keep herself free as long as possible, but there were needs in her soul, shameless needs, and if the baron could or would not fill them then she must look elsewhere.

‘Bitch!' He pushed her, flinging her to the floor. ‘Why do you torment me?'

Allura had no shame. She was desperate. ‘Fuck me,' she begged, but Rodolfo shook with rage, fists clenched. Never had she seen a man so divided against himself; a man so determined to fight his own desires. ‘Please,' she instinctively sought and found the key word, ‘
master
.' And she succeeded, the baron's right-hand man falling on her as if indeed she were a slave.

‘I'll fuck you straight to hell,' he cursed, and she fought for air as the man's erection impaled her smoothly and fully. She felt so small beneath him, so vulnerable.

Over and over he told her what a treacherous bitch she was, but he never once slowed his assault, Allura pounded into submission. She may have begged for it, but now it was being imposed and she tipped into the orgasm she craved. If only she could see tomorrow. If only she could feel again some sense of control over her own destiny.

‘Clean yourself,' he commanded, rising from her and finding a rag. ‘Time is wasting.' As best she could with shackled wrists and no water she wiped away the evidence of their union from between her thighs. ‘Legs apart,' he ordered as he tugged her arms above her head again, and the belt creaked as he put it on her. It was snugger than she'd hoped, and in one way it gave her a feeling of safety and protection, but when the mechanism locked she shuddered with dread.

‘We have to do the ankles too,' he said, kneeling at her feet, and Allura saw the ankle shackles had some chain between them, enough for her to shuffle along but no more.

‘Rodolfo,' she asked softly, ‘will you come and visit me?'

‘I have many duties, princess. I can make no promises.' His answer, cold and dispassionate, frightened her. Was he writing her off as too much trouble to be bothered with?

‘I wish to see Saraveeta,' she said, ‘before I am taken below.'

‘That is not authorized, princess.'

‘Then make it so, unless you would like me to share with the baron what has just occurred between us.'

He cocked his head warily. ‘Blackmail?' he mused. ‘I warn you, you are on unsafe ground.'

‘Rodolfo,' she persisted, ‘grant my request and I shall drop the matter forever.'

He pursed his lips, thoughtful. ‘I shall take you at your word,' he decided.

‘Thank you.' He would never be more than a fool, she thought, the kind of man who would turn down the world on a platter for some intangible sense of honor.

Saraveeta came to her wearing a dress of red and a gold wrap around her shoulder and below one arm.

‘You look more and more like slave royalty every day,' said Allura.

The girl touched her new collar, solid gold, a little defensively. ‘The baron is pleased to treat me this way. I have no say in the matter.'

‘Even when it comes to punishing me?'

‘I took my revenge already,' said a much more subdued Saraveeta. ‘I bear you no more ill will. You may consider yourself forgiven.'

Allura was instantly suspicious. ‘What's come over you?' she demanded. ‘Is something going on between you and the baron?'

The girl remained expressionless, neither warm nor cold. ‘It's nothing I could explain to someone like you, no offense. You called for me, Allura. I assume you have some purpose in mind?'

‘Do you mean am I going to plead for you to intervene with your new friend, or whatever he is, to keep me from the dungeon? No, anything but.' Actually that was precisely her plan, but seeing the renewed fortunes of her old friend only made her the more determined to endure her own sufferings with pride. ‘I was simply going to ask you to get word to my uncle that I am doing well.'

‘And are you doing well, Allura?'

She held up her chains, jangling them. ‘Never better. This iron jewelry is ever so much more practical than gold, don't you think?'

‘I think,' Saraveeta replied grimly, ‘that you have been through too much since your arrival and that the baron has no business putting you in the dungeon.'

Now it was Allura's turn to be surprised. ‘You would defend me after I had you thrown in a dungeon?'

‘We must all grow as people, Allura. If we keep on passing the same bad experiences back and forth we will never overcome hate.' Saraveeta pulled a tiny vial from the folds of her dress. ‘This is a drug, Allura, it will dull the pain for a while and make the transition easier.'

The princess allowed Saraveeta to put it to her lips, and almost immediately she felt the effects. The room seemed more distant, her heart laboring in her chest.

‘Saraveeta…' Allura slurred the name of her friend, ‘will you hug me now… and let me tell you… I'm sorry?' Allura felt her consciousness slipping away; she heard voices, Saraveeta's reassuring touch, saw faces blurred and colorful.

Two of the baron's men carried her, one holding her legs, the other underneath her arms. She wondered if she was heavy for them with all her chains. Would they ache in the morning from the strain or did they do this sort of thing all the time? Strange the things that go through a person's head in such bizarre circumstances.

‘It's cold,' Allura complained as they wound down the ancient, spiral stone steps to the threatening world below. ‘I'll catch my death down here.'

The guards chuckled. ‘Ain't much by the way of fancy fireplaces down here,' said one, tall and thin like a reed.

‘Or good candlelight, neither,' added the second, who seemed as squat as a teakettle with copper teeth.

Their shadows grew longer and more jagged, and at the bottom level the teakettle thrust her into the arms of the reed and took a burning torch from a bracket on the wall. ‘Hey, she's too heavy for me alone,' the reed complained.