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The Emperor’s Daughter Part Three
Dehumanization
By Razor7826 (Copyright 2008)
I didn’t even notice Gregory Flint until he kicked the dildo deeper into my cunt. Has my mind eroded that far, that I don’t even notice those around me? Or had I fallen asleep without knowing it again? How have I let things reach this point? Day in, day out, I am raped, violated for the perverse pleasure of the prison guards. Was the note from my followers but a cruel joke, only to further crush my spirits?
“Wake up, Laura.”
I mewed into the ball gag.
“Wake up, Laura.”
I mewed louder.
“That’s better. One of your old friends wanted to visit you, and we decided to be nice and give you the opportunity. I understand how exhausting the last month has been on you.”
Had it already been that long? I had not seen daylight since that week I was forced to survive on nothing but cum in my plaza. When your life is defined by nothing but an unending stream of violation, time slips away. One moment blurs into the next blurs into hours later.
And Friends? Last I heard most of the generals’ sons and daughters were killed or in exile. Was there somebody I didn’t know about?
Then I realized the cruelty of his joke. Though the girl before she was once a friend, I had burned that bridge years ago.
Alisha Silverborough-- Daughter of the former finance minister and one of the most prominent women of the upper class. Well, at least she was until I destroyed her for speaking ill of me in public. Though anyone that crossed my father warranted personal destruction, it was little compared to anybody that went after me.
Of all my prisoners, none filled me with more glee than her.
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Not a sound echoed throughout the prison wing except for the fleshy flaps of kneels and hands against the metal floor. Atop the horse-girl’s back rode The Emperor’s Daughter, wearing the tight black pants and fanciful riding coat that her father had bought her several months prior.
“You’re too heavy!” screamed the girl as she crawled forward on all fours. Her back arched under the weight of her rider, and she struggled with each step forward.
The Emperor’s Daughter swung out her feet then back towards the teenager’s chest, digging the heels of boots between the girl’s ribs. “I didn’t ask for your opinion, mule.” She reached over with her pair of pliers and pinched the girl’s ear. “Now, how are we going to do this?”
She stumbled another step forward, followed by another and another until the duo entered the prison lobby. Seven guards saluted her at first sight, but she didn’t even acknowledge their presence except by command. “Open up.”
The bars receded into the floor and ceiling. The commander stepped out Laura’s path. “Will you need any assistance, Mistress?”
“Just notify the city patrol of my stroll. I love it when they try to show off.”
“Right away, madam.”
Laura and her mount strode into Maria Plaza in the March sun. It was an unusually warm day, but far too cold for the prisoner’s bare skin. Her large tits dangled her arms, her nipples quickly hardening.
“It’s cold!”
“So?”
“My… my hands are freezing…”
Laura laughed. “Then crawl faster. It will keep generate warmth.”
Alisha crawled faster
The Emperor’s Daughter righted herself as the pair entered the main avenue, swinging one leg across her prisoner’s back such that she strode her triumphantly. The city patrol watched them pass slowly, holding a statue-like salute with their own prisoners bowing at their feet in reverence and fear. Laura waved back flashing her perfect toothy grin that she so rarely offered to the public.
Alisha struggled to make her way up the first of many hills, stumbling about as if on the verge of collapse. However, despite her shakes of weakness, she continued the ascent with the supportive and prodding thwacks of Laura’s riding crop.
They had barely entered the commercial district when a woman not much older than Laura stumbled into their path. Tears streamed down her face and smeared her makeup.
“Oh my God, Alisha, you’re alive!” screamed the woman, her voice distorting in hyperactive enthusiasm.
Laura and her mount came to a stop. Alisha looked up at the obstructer, but did not speak a word.
“Please, please, tell me you’re okay?”
The Emperor’s Daughter lashed out with her riding crop and thwacked the interference’s cheek. “Get out of our way, you filthy sow. This is your first and last warning.”
The woman continued her ramblings. “Alisha, Alisha, your mother is a wreck. Where have you been? What has this woman done to you? You’re naked? What?”
Laura scanned the city street for the nearest patrolman. Their eyes locked briefly and she nodded. Within moments, the officer was atop the crying woman with his nightstick.
“Thank you, officer. Once you’ve taught that hysterical bitch a lesson, please, stop by the prison for an award. You may use whatever tactics are necessary in subduing her.”
The officer grinned and continued to beat the woman, now aiming at her tits and ass. His free hand grabbed at the collar of her vibrant pink coat and tore at its buttons. Laura only smiled as her ride continued,
At last, they reached their destination: The noble district, center of the former aristocracy that had virtually destroyed Garlin with their petty squabbles and feckless arrogance. The streets were empty, as they had tended to be in recent years.
Laura and Alisha strode deeper into the noble district. Little by little, the streets populated, the crowd ever growing but perpetually silent. It was one of their own on display this time, and each and every noble stared at the display with empty expressions.
The duo stopped at the intersection of the two main thoroughfares. She demounted and stood above her prey, her back arched backwards to accentuate her bust. She left the pliers on Alisha’s back and stroked her left hand through her long and perfectly kept blond hair.
“Do you see this, noble trash? Do you see your proud daughter?”
There was no response.
“Miss Silverborough. Pee.”
“What?”
Laura slapped her riding crop against the slave’s bottom. “You heard me. Pee. Raise your leg like the dog that you are and mark your territory.
Alisha’s face turned flush red, but she complied with the command. She lifted her left leg and paused briefly before the stream of yellow rained down on the cold cobble bricks of the noble district.
“Good. Now let us continue.” The Emperor’s Daughter returned to her position and ordered her mount to return them to the prison.
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Never in my life had my punishments been more effective than on Alisha Silverborough. Not only did I destroy the carefree innocence that had filled her life until that day, but I demoralized the nobility in a way that they never recovered from. When the rebellion came, it was from the peasants, not the top. Perhaps that is why we never saw it coming, but I took solace knowing that the lower class would eventually squander the gift of an Empire that my father had left them.
“You’ll get your payment soon enough, Mr. Flint.”
“Good. I don’t want to get in the habit of letting these things slide.”
“Father will send the cash in the morning.”
I couldn’t help but think about how much she had changed. We were classmates in the years before my father seized power, and she had a reputation for being perpetually cheerful and energetic.
Just as I had treated her like a dog, she treated me the same. Stripped naked and led by leash, I walked on all fours through the decaying plaza and shuttered side streets until we reached our destination.
“Do you recognize this area?”
I looked around. Despite the peeling paint, broken windows, and cracked walls, I recognized it immediately as the noble district. However, the men and women that flooded from most of the houses were most certainly not their original habits. No, they were squatters that filled in the gaps after Daddy’s purge. From the looks of it, not even the new government was interested in freeing most of the nobility from the Northern Camps.
“Now, pee.”
I would have stood and fought for my dignity, but I knew what the orders for our entourage were. Knowing I was defeated, I raised my leg and let loose. When was the last time I had peed? I couldn’t remember—when you spend your days strapped to a wall with dildos or cocks filling your holes, you tend not to pay attention to the little things.
“Good girl. Now, unless I’m mistaken, this still isn’t like how it went last time, was it?”
I knew what was coming, but I shirked away. She was over a foot taller than me and proportionally heavy. It worked fantastic the original way, but this? No way. I tried to stand, to run, to save my body from her weight, but she crushed me down. One army on a shoulder blade and the force of her weight behind it was enough to force me
My left arm was the first to collapse. Was it broken? I still can’t say, but I know that it had never been forced to bear that much weight. My shoulder blade crashed into the hobble brick followed by other. I winced in pain as my knees slid back and scraped against the cobble bricks.
She continued to sit on me and laugh. I was broken and defenseless for the entire world to see. It was the most shameful moment of my life and all I wanted to do was crawl into a hole and die.
I knew my captors would never allow it.
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They allowed me to shower that night for the first time in ages. The guard watched me lecherously, but I did not care. I scrubbed myself furiously as if I could undo the taint they had spread across my body.
As I dried, the guard approached and grabbed me from behind. He grabbed my right tit in his hand and whispered in my ear...
“Our plans advance, Empress. Soon…”
His voice trailed off and he pushed me away, revealing that his lechery was but a ruse. My followers had not forgotten.
But, as I returned to my cell, how soon was soon? How much would these people ravish my mind and body before I could be rescued?
And, most terrifying of all… would there even be anything left worth saving?
To be continued…
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