hand.
"Get up, whore."
Henry was looking at her face now, sneering. She couldn't help it, she whimpered in fear.
"Don't move, Jillian."
The Prince was tensing, trying to position himself in front of her but the Duke was too fast.
Henry stepped forward, his blade pointed at her throat, touching her skin. Jillian's whole body started to shake.
"Get up or I will cut you."
She closed her eyes tightly, the Prince's hands closed like manacles around her.
"And then I'll cut him."
The Prince inhaled sharply. Everything Duke Henry was doing was treasonous, but threatening a Royal was immediately punishable by death.
"Leave now and I will let you live Henry. We can forget all about this."
Henry laughed bitterly, letting his sword slide down Jillian's body, the sharp cold point digging into her flesh. He tilted his head to the side, licking his lips.
"Forget that you stole my bride? Turned her into this trollop... it is quite a display I must say. What a delightful bed partner you must be."
Jillian stared at him as he licked his lips grotesquely.
"Don't hurt her Henry."
He looked away from her body finally, staring at the Prince.
"Please."
Henry's eyebrows shot up. Then he threw his head back and laughed. He slid his hand onto Jillian's arm and started pulling her away from the Prince, out of the bed.
"No!"
The Prince was forced to let go as the sword pressed into her tender flesh. He watched in horror as Henry held Jillian against him, his hand splayed over her belly.
She stared into the Prince's eyes in utter terror, begging him to stay put, not to move...
"I'm not going to hurt her. I'm just going to fuck her. I'm going to fuck her a lot ."
His tongue lapped at the side of her face. She cringed away from him, disgusted.
The Prince's eyes flared.
"You know I can't allow that Henry."
"Oh that's right, if someone else contaminates your precious harlot, you can't have her anymore. Isn't that right?"
Jillian whimpered as Henry's hand slid up, cupping her breast and squeezing it painfully.
"Please Henry. I'll give you anything you want. Just ask."
"I want her. And now I've got her. Making you suffer is just an added bonus."
Jillian felt herself starting to faint, her body slipping in Henry's grasp as he held the blade to her throat. The Prince was reaching for her, a desperate look in his eyes.
"Henry. I am begging you. Please... I love her."
The words barely permeated the haze of fear Jillian was in. She started to fall forward, causing Henry to yank her roughly up again. His blade nicked her throat, causing a trickle of blood to dribble down her chest. She moaned.
"That's unfortunate but as you said, unavoidable. Don't worry, I'll send her back with my baby in her belly in a couple of months."
He laughed again and started dragging her backwards toward the window. Jillian felt him pushing her onto the ledge outside. She realized that she was nude and two stories up. Anyone standing in the courtyard could see her clearly. Her eyes opened finally, registering shock as he pushed her closer to the edge. She knew that her life was over. She stared at the Prince, looking deeply into his anguished eyes. And then she fell.
Faint sounds of revelry greeted Jillian when she woke. Her entire body was sore. She tried to stretch before realizing she couldn't move. She was tied to a wooden chair, sitting up. Her arms were pulled back behind her cruelly and her legs were spread, each tied to the outside of the chair legs with a rough and scratchy rope that scraped her skin cruelly. She moaned around the gag in her mouth.
She must be in a private room at a tavern she thought, straining to regain her sense of equilibrium. The sounds coming from below confirmed her suspicion. She heard gulls and the faint smell of the ocean drew her attention. A tavern near the wharf. Henry must be planning to escape by ship on the eastern sea. With her.
Henry.
She lifted her head, scanning the
"Get up, whore."
Henry was looking at her face now, sneering. She couldn't help it, she whimpered in fear.
"Don't move, Jillian."
The Prince was tensing, trying to position himself in front of her but the Duke was too fast.
Henry stepped forward, his blade pointed at her throat, touching her skin. Jillian's whole body started to shake.
"Get up or I will cut you."
She closed her eyes tightly, the Prince's hands closed like manacles around her.
"And then I'll cut him."
The Prince inhaled sharply. Everything Duke Henry was doing was treasonous, but threatening a Royal was immediately punishable by death.
"Leave now and I will let you live Henry. We can forget all about this."
Henry laughed bitterly, letting his sword slide down Jillian's body, the sharp cold point digging into her flesh. He tilted his head to the side, licking his lips.
"Forget that you stole my bride? Turned her into this trollop... it is quite a display I must say. What a delightful bed partner you must be."
Jillian stared at him as he licked his lips grotesquely.
"Don't hurt her Henry."
He looked away from her body finally, staring at the Prince.
"Please."
Henry's eyebrows shot up. Then he threw his head back and laughed. He slid his hand onto Jillian's arm and started pulling her away from the Prince, out of the bed.
"No!"
The Prince was forced to let go as the sword pressed into her tender flesh. He watched in horror as Henry held Jillian against him, his hand splayed over her belly.
She stared into the Prince's eyes in utter terror, begging him to stay put, not to move...
"I'm not going to hurt her. I'm just going to fuck her. I'm going to fuck her a lot ."
His tongue lapped at the side of her face. She cringed away from him, disgusted.
The Prince's eyes flared.
"You know I can't allow that Henry."
"Oh that's right, if someone else contaminates your precious harlot, you can't have her anymore. Isn't that right?"
Jillian whimpered as Henry's hand slid up, cupping her breast and squeezing it painfully.
"Please Henry. I'll give you anything you want. Just ask."
"I want her. And now I've got her. Making you suffer is just an added bonus."
Jillian felt herself starting to faint, her body slipping in Henry's grasp as he held the blade to her throat. The Prince was reaching for her, a desperate look in his eyes.
"Henry. I am begging you. Please... I love her."
The words barely permeated the haze of fear Jillian was in. She started to fall forward, causing Henry to yank her roughly up again. His blade nicked her throat, causing a trickle of blood to dribble down her chest. She moaned.
"That's unfortunate but as you said, unavoidable. Don't worry, I'll send her back with my baby in her belly in a couple of months."
He laughed again and started dragging her backwards toward the window. Jillian felt him pushing her onto the ledge outside. She realized that she was nude and two stories up. Anyone standing in the courtyard could see her clearly. Her eyes opened finally, registering shock as he pushed her closer to the edge. She knew that her life was over. She stared at the Prince, looking deeply into his anguished eyes. And then she fell.
Faint sounds of revelry greeted Jillian when she woke. Her entire body was sore. She tried to stretch before realizing she couldn't move. She was tied to a wooden chair, sitting up. Her arms were pulled back behind her cruelly and her legs were spread, each tied to the outside of the chair legs with a rough and scratchy rope that scraped her skin cruelly. She moaned around the gag in her mouth.
She must be in a private room at a tavern she thought, straining to regain her sense of equilibrium. The sounds coming from below confirmed her suspicion. She heard gulls and the faint smell of the ocean drew her attention. A tavern near the wharf. Henry must be planning to escape by ship on the eastern sea. With her.
Henry.
She lifted her head, scanning the
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