The Shrinemaiden (The Maidens) (33 page)

“That’s it. Fight me, Adelai.” Her resistance only seemed to goad him further as he sawed back and forth inside her, hard and fast. Her delicate inner walls were already burning from the rough friction he was instigating, even as pleasure grew every time he plunged deep, demanding her reluctant response.

This was like the earl and his son all over again, only worse. Unlike the earl, who only sought to punish her, the king was drawing their rutting out, enjoying what little fight she had left. He wasn’t seeking to spend immediately, but rather was forcing her to like it, and every time her hips would rise to try and buck him off, or at least slow down the force of his pounding, his groin would rub at that crest between her thighs, forcing her muscles to clamp tighter around him without wanting to, as the ripples of sensation began to heighten.

Thornton continued to piston in and out of her, matching his king’s rhythm, but his hands gripped at her hair, thumbs rubbing against her temples. She could feel him grunting, knew the telltale signs that he was about to spend, and she sucked harder, using all the expertise he had taught her. Wanting at least one last taste of him, despite the horror of her situation.

With one last groan, he spilled into her mouth, jets of his cum filling her throat, and she swallowed it all. The king, aroused by the sight of his captain of the guard cumming into his new whore, hunched over her. She could feel him expanding further, his rigid shaft pounding at her relentlessly, even as Thornton withdrew from her mouth, calmly fastened his breeches again.

Adelai stared back at him with glazed eyes, feeling a little of his cum trickle out the corner of her mouth, even as the other man continued to ravage her sore pussy with savage lust. He grounded against her, and a helpless cry left her now-free mouth. He slammed into her with ever growing speed, and a part of her wanted to grind back against him. She didn’t want to cum, not like this, with the king taking her against her will while the man she loved stood and looked on.

She screamed as her body seized up, the tension inside her snapping outward as she surrendered to an unwanted orgasm, even as King Garrant drove into her one final time, roaring as he spilled into her, each spurt of seed forcing its way into her womb, tainting her.

The small squelching sound her cunny made when he pulled out was embarrassing, but the king laughed. “Not bad,” he purred, re-adjusting his robes. “You are going to be here for a very long time, Adelai, and I am going to enjoy every second of it. But for now…”

He turned to his guards. “I would like to reward my bodyguards for their hard work. Gentlemen, take this slut, and do with her as you wish.”

Two of the guards stepped forward to take the place of the other two that were holding her down, and all were grinning. They hurriedly divested themselves of their own clothes, but Adelai barely noticed all this. All she saw was Thornton, who had finished dressing, walking out of the room.

The hands moved her up, lifting her in the air for a few seconds, and then brought her down again. Now she was straddling one of the men, who had climbed up on the table before she was deposited back down on it. The king’s own hands were at her shoulders, pushing her onto the man’s cock. The guard shoved into her hole without ceremony, and she felt her body’s natural defenses respond, making herself wet enough to take him with minimal pain. It helped that King Garrant had already shot his seed inside her, and his cock plunged in with little resistance, not stopping until her sex came to rest against his groin, shaft buried all the way inside her. The man gathered her breasts in his hands, squeezing them as he stroked in and out of her several times, until the whole length of his cock was fully coated in her juices.

Another pair of hands pushed her forward so she was braced against the first man’s chest. Slick fingers pressed against her rear hole, already wet from what cum had spilled out of her, running down the smooth crack.

The sensations as the man’s finger penetrated her was shocking - and not altogether unpleasant. She felt herself tightening around both invaders as the second guard prepared her ass for further ravishment. The king resumed his seat and was watching her debasement with barely concealed glee, his cock hardening rapidly again as he watched her about to be doubly penetrated by his own men. The man’s fingers plundered her backside, until she grew used to the fingers, began to push her buttocks back at them without her realizing it.

“You were made to be a whore, Adelai.” The king’s hand moved up and down his shaft; slow, savoring his pleasure. “Fill her up, men.”

The fingers left, and a blunt cock pressed against her crinkled hole. Adelai began to renew her struggles, but the other two guards held her fast. She bit back a shriek as the man shoved his cock into her back door with one long stroke, redoubling her efforts. Try as she might, she could not dislodge the men, and the king only laughed at her attempts. “That’s it. Keep fighting, my little maiden….”

It was hard to hear him call her that, the intimate pet name Thornton called her. The men alternated hard strokes into her body, the one underneath forcing her up so that the man behind her could pump her ass. And then he would recede while the other thrust upward, impaling her again with his rod. The burning stretch she felt when her back hole had been pierced was starting to subside, until the heady pleasure and thrill of being taken this way, being plugged in two holes simultaneously, resurfaced.

She started to moan, hating herself for doing so, as her sounds of pain soon gave way to sounds of pleasure as her fucking by the men continued, her body an outlet for their lusts. It was the guard underneath her who came first, grunting as he grabbed her hips and pushed up hard. She felt his warm seed spurting into her, her muscles clamping down and squeezing him out of every drop.

There was a break in the pace as hands lifted her. The man beneath her rolled off the table, and a new one took his place. Adelai was lowered onto a new cock, thicker and rubbing against different spots inside of her. The fucking started up again, and Adelai burned with shame at the slapping, wet sounds every time their bodies came into contact with hers, that she was enjoying this despite everything. When the man behind her finally groaned out his own release and pumped her with more cum, he was replaced by the fourth and final guard. She had never felt so plumped full of meat, and she was well on her way to her third orgasm by these men - already her fourth that night - when she felt the cock in her pussy soldier deeply into her, and bathed her walls with his own thick cream. The feeling of him spurting inside her was enough to set off her own, her body shaking above his.

The other two guards who had already taken their fill had let go of her. They were hard again, their hands fisting at their cocks, mimicking their king. King Garrant took it one step further, and Adelai’s mouth was once again filled with cock. She could taste her essence on the king’s shaft, as the man grabbed her face and pounded greedily into her, using her mouth like a pussy. “Lovely, lovely cunt.” He hissed.

Now that his movements were no longer regulated by his fellow guards, the last man took over, and rode her hard. The cock in her pussy was still half-hard, and Adelai moaned as her sensitive flesh scraped against his groin every time the other guard plugged her rear entry. His punishing strokes only made the friction more intense, and she was wracked at the onset of another orgasm, the longest and the hardest she had so far, screaming wildly. She felt the cock withdraw from her hole, and then the guard was cumming all over her body, spurts of it tangling in her hair and dripping down her back. At the same time, the other guards began to cum as well, coating the rest of her body with their own fluids.

Adelai was exhausted, not even caring when the guard beneath her rolled away, leaving her naked and alone on the table. The sight of her, body covered in the men’s seed, was enough to finish the king. He tore out of her mouth, and added to the men’s work, spurting over her face and neck.

Without anyone else to hold her up, Adelai slumped down the now-sticky table, trembling. “Whores cum loudest when they’re being fucked by as many men as they can take, little maiden,” the king whispered, lifting her wet face so he could look in her eyes. “And once I grow tired of you, I’ll put you to work servicing the rest of my army. Having you do what you do best, despite plunging my kingdom into chaos - am I not magnanimous, little one?”

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Rage

She kept to her rooms for the most part, though not by choice. The king saw to it that there were guards posted constantly at her door, to prevent her from escaping. Only for an hour everyday was she allowed to take a walk in the palace gardens, again accompanied by a retinue of soldiers who watched her every move. But mostly Adelai had taken to pacing about her rooms, helpless to do anything but wait. She had no word from outside, and she had no idea what was happening in the city, whether the king had carried out his threat to arrest General Falen and the others, or if they still remained free.

She tried to keep busy, tried to distract herself from her current predicament. The windows to her room were heavily barricaded, and there were no other exits she could see, beyond the door leading into the bathroom, and the main door where she would only walk right into the armed guards. It was a modest room, furnished with a large bed, a dresser, a small table and chair, and an adjoining bathroom with a washstand. But the opulence that marked the other rooms was missing here.

She took out her red lace handkerchief, and carefully tied it around one of the window bars, then drew the curtain across to hide it from view. That done, she took to inspecting the rest of the room. If there was an escape, she couldn’t find it.

Adelai still had her gowns and toiletries, and a few books to keep her company. A female servant delivered three meals to her room everyday, and the young girl and her guards were the only human contacts she had.

Them, and King Garrant. She was brought nearly every night to his personal chambers and forced to serve him in any way he wanted.

On the second night of her captivity, he had tied her to the bed, her arms together and affixed to a piece of rope above her head. He bound her legs to the bedposts, slightly raised to leave her cunt exposed. The king had been delighted by Thornton’s recounting of the shrinemaidens’ use of wooden phalluses. “We will have to improvise, then,” the king said as he approached the bed, and Adelai’s struggles increased when she saw that he was holding a dagger in his hands.

He toyed with her, letting the blade run lightly along her skin; across her neck and around each of her breasts, then down her stomach. He even placed the tip against her entrance, as if he planned to push it in. Adelai froze the moment she felt the metal against her, realizing just how much she was under his control. He could maim her, even kill her and hide her body, so no one would know. He slid it up and down her slit, teasing her soft folds. Adelai prayed his hand would not slip.

“You’re wet,” he laughed. She could see that the blade was shiny, coated with some of her juices. The knife parted her soft nether lips, and Adelai forced herself not to move, fearful of what else he might do.

Instead, he reversed the dagger so it was the handle now pushing into her, and Adelai’s relief was short-lived. The handle filled her up to the brim, and she moaned at its unforgiving hardness. The king was chuckling.

“Did you think I was going to cut you, little maiden?” The hilt retreated, plunged into her again. She strained at the ropes binding her, to no avail. “No; you’re still too lovely to cut. You have your captain to thank for this, you know. He suggested keeping you healthy and uninjured, so I can play with you longer. But I think you like this, don’t you?” he withdrew the handle, shoved it into her in one movement, and she screamed - she was ashamed to admit, not entirely in pain.

“Ah, I was right. Do you like being dominated, Adelai? Do you like being fucked with a knife? Anything will do, won’t it, as long as you can shove it up your little hole.” He began moving the hilt faster, already wet and slippery. “See how wet you are, Adelai. Come now, move your hips a little faster. You’re going to cum with this inside of you, or you won’t cum at all.”

Much to her horror, she found she was enjoying this, now that the threat of steel had passed. The king’s free hand was also between her legs, stimulating the swollen pearl there, forcing her to buck up and allow the hilt to slide in even deeper.

“Take it, bitch! Oh ho, you’re cumming, aren’t you? See how tightly you grip the dagger, like it was a cock! Take it! Here, and here, and here!”

Adelai orgasmed wildly, shrieking as she clamped down hard on the metal, spasms rocking her body. The handle withdrew from her with a discernible popping sound, and then the king was there, taking its place. The large head of his cock probed against her, and he rolled his hips, pushing into her. She was so hopelessly wet that his shaft made for easy entry, her spread legs kicking futilely in the air, unable to get him off her even as his rod pushed deeper, opening up her core.

“Yes,” he grunted, spearing into her, feeling her muscles clench around him as she began riding another wave of pleasure. “Lift your legs higher, little maiden. Let me fuck you harder.”

She obeyed without thinking, her bound legs rising as high as the ropes could allow, as he assaulted her sex, hammering into her like a battering ram. At this angle he felt so big, felt like he was going in deeper than even Thornton had ever gone. He rose and fell above her, and he was driving her hips up to meet his savage thrusting, impatient.

Soon his pace slowed, and he was greedily taking a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard on it. She wailed then, a sound of pure pleasure, his groin butting more gently against her, as he began focusing on her breasts. She no longer thought about resisting him, could only think about finding one more release, the urge superseding all other emotions.

He bit her, making her yelp, and then reared back again to continue his thorough pounding. He drove his hard shaft into her weeping softness, stretching her over and over again. Adelai’s fear faded, as she gave in to need, the erotic tension swirling in her becoming too much, until she could do nothing but burst, pleasure sizzling from her loins to encompass the rest of her body as her cries echoed about the room.