An experiment

[violett]

She twisted in the ropes ‘hey you’ she shouted at the guard with the mace ‘funs over – let me down – good joke but it’s wearing a bit thin’. The guard approached her, his 6’ towering over her 5’7” even though she was on tiptoes, his putrid breath made her turn her head and wrinkle her nose in an attempt to escape it.

‘No mistake lady – this is where you belong’ he moved as if to kiss her, to push his foul smelling mouth onto hers then he backed away.

‘You are mine.’ A voice growled in her ear from behind. ‘You belong to me’ she felt rough hands trace their way from her collarbone down to her breasts, linger momentarily then moved downwards over the flat of her stomach. He walked round and stood above her looking down he was even taller than the guard, his blue eyes piercing hers as she glared back at him.

‘I belong to no-one – let me go NOW’ she spat at him and wriggled in her bonds to no avail. His eyes smiled at her reaction and he wiped her spit from his face and slapped hers hard. Her head spun to the side with the force of the blow and she glared furiously at him. If only she were free – she would teach him a lesson he’d never forget.

‘This’, he said tapping her head ‘will soon belong to me as will this’, his finger lingered on her breastbone indicating her heart.

He smiled evilly ‘and this’, he said ripping the short white robe down the middle exposing her firm tanned body, his hands lingered on her breasts as his mouth bit softly into her neck ‘this’ his hand trailed down her body, over the flat of her stomach and over her pubic mound before his finger found her sex and wormed it’s way inside, ‘already belongs to me’. As he teased his finger inside her his thumb found her clitoris and rolled around it. She felt herself becoming aroused by his actions, which added to her fury, but there was nothing she could do to stop him. His knowing smile humiliated her as he suddenly pulled away and turned his back on her whispering something to the guards.

Her mind was confused – how had she got into this predicament – she tried to remember through the haze………….what had happened to her…….

Earlier she had walked through the door of the castle, handing her invitation to the servant and accepting a drink from him. Her long dark hair flowed down to the nape of her back as she strode haughtily through the room and gazed out of the window watching all the arrivals. Her long skirt caressed her ankles that were encased in soft shoes, her blouse flowed over the contours of her ample breasts, hinting at the delights contained within, she was oblivious to the gazes of the men already settled in the room. She noticed that some carriages and wagons seemed to be going round the side to the back of the castle, she briefly wondered why but soon lost interest as some new arrivals entered the room. How many would be here before the auction started she wondered the room was filling up rapidly – she noticed that she was the only female at the moment, a sure sign of her acceptance in a mainly male society, a servant passed her another drink. She never noticed that the men didn’t partake of the drink she was too full of her own self importance and self confidence in fact she didn’t even notice the men really, especially not one man in particular. His eyes drank her in hungrily, she was his, he would own her mind body and soul. The drug in the drink began to take effect and as she started to sway, the tall dark haired man caught her in his strong arms, grinning as his prey lost consciousness.