shadows of the room. There was someone there, in the shadows. He was lounging in a deep chair, his booted feet on a table. There was a tankard of something clasped in his fist. He pulled on it deeply then dropped the empty cup to the floor where it rolled across the room.
"Sleeping beauty is awake at last."
His words sounded slurred as he dropped his feet heavily to the floor. He stood and walked toward her, coming into the light. Her eyes were adjusting so she could see him. She could see the look on his face.
"I thought about defiling you while you slept but I decided I wanted to see your eyes. More fun that way, don't you think?"
She whimpered pitifully. He grinned at her cruelly and reached out, pulling down the sheet he'd partially covered her body with. Her nipples pointed obscenely into the air. She wasn't sure if it was the cold or the stimulant cream that was doing it.
He inhaled sharply and ran his hands over her breasts. She tried to speak to him through the gag, to get his attention, to make him stop. Her eyes searched his face but his gaze was intent on her body. He concentrated deeply as he massaged her round breasts again and again. Then he frowned, seeming to come out of his daze.
His eyes looked to hers. There was an accusation there.
"You were supposed to be mine."
She tried to reason with him but the gag muffled her words. He pulled a knife out of his boot and fingered it, considering. He reached for the gag in her mouth.
"Don't scream."
Jillian nodded her head, desperate to try... maybe she could make him listen to reason. He pulled it down around her throat.
"Please, Henry. Please... let me go. You don't want to do this..."
He frowned at her again, confusion dimming his blue eyes. She had once thought those eyes were so fine, so noble. He had no honor now. She closed her eyes, knowing she had to hide her disgust from him if she was to survive this.
"You must be thirsty."
He looked around, realizing he was out of ale. He unlocked the door and shouted down.
"More ale!"
Then he stood at the door, staring at her. Tears were in her eyes as she considered her predicament. If he touched her. If he invaded her body... she could no longer be with the Prince. That thought filled her with despair. She loved him. There was no point in denying it to herself any longer.
A servant brought two tankards of ale to the door, staring at her naked body in surprise. She tried to gesture to him but he was looking at her cleft, her legs spread obscenely by the rope. The sheet had slipped completely, revealing every inch of her. Henry handed the man some coin and clapped him on the back.
"What a beauty! Send her around when you're finished will you?"
"If there's anything left. I like my whores tied up."
The man laughed and left the room, giving her body a last long look and rubbing his groin. Jillian forced herself to breath as Henry approached her with the ale. He poured a good portion of one tankard down his gullet before reaching for her head. He tilted her chin back and made her swallow the bitter ale. She choked on it, tears streaming down her face now.
Henry stared down at her, a bulge growing by the second in his pants. His hand stroked the tears from her face tenderly. The gentleness of his hand made everything else he was doing so much worse. He was capable of kindness, even in his deranged state.
Why was he doing this to her?
"Henry, please. You don't have to do this. You could run and he would let you go. He cares for you. He'll forgive you."
A snarl crossed Henry's face as he leaned down, inches from her.
"Well, I don't forgive him!"
He grabbed her head and kissed her roughly, bruising her lips. Then his hand was at his buckle, removing his belt, shifting his pants down to reveal his engorged cock. It was long and heavily veined. It looked so pink and disgusting compared to the Prince's member.
She whimpered and tried to move away as he adjusted her body on the
"Sleeping beauty is awake at last."
His words sounded slurred as he dropped his feet heavily to the floor. He stood and walked toward her, coming into the light. Her eyes were adjusting so she could see him. She could see the look on his face.
"I thought about defiling you while you slept but I decided I wanted to see your eyes. More fun that way, don't you think?"
She whimpered pitifully. He grinned at her cruelly and reached out, pulling down the sheet he'd partially covered her body with. Her nipples pointed obscenely into the air. She wasn't sure if it was the cold or the stimulant cream that was doing it.
He inhaled sharply and ran his hands over her breasts. She tried to speak to him through the gag, to get his attention, to make him stop. Her eyes searched his face but his gaze was intent on her body. He concentrated deeply as he massaged her round breasts again and again. Then he frowned, seeming to come out of his daze.
His eyes looked to hers. There was an accusation there.
"You were supposed to be mine."
She tried to reason with him but the gag muffled her words. He pulled a knife out of his boot and fingered it, considering. He reached for the gag in her mouth.
"Don't scream."
Jillian nodded her head, desperate to try... maybe she could make him listen to reason. He pulled it down around her throat.
"Please, Henry. Please... let me go. You don't want to do this..."
He frowned at her again, confusion dimming his blue eyes. She had once thought those eyes were so fine, so noble. He had no honor now. She closed her eyes, knowing she had to hide her disgust from him if she was to survive this.
"You must be thirsty."
He looked around, realizing he was out of ale. He unlocked the door and shouted down.
"More ale!"
Then he stood at the door, staring at her. Tears were in her eyes as she considered her predicament. If he touched her. If he invaded her body... she could no longer be with the Prince. That thought filled her with despair. She loved him. There was no point in denying it to herself any longer.
A servant brought two tankards of ale to the door, staring at her naked body in surprise. She tried to gesture to him but he was looking at her cleft, her legs spread obscenely by the rope. The sheet had slipped completely, revealing every inch of her. Henry handed the man some coin and clapped him on the back.
"What a beauty! Send her around when you're finished will you?"
"If there's anything left. I like my whores tied up."
The man laughed and left the room, giving her body a last long look and rubbing his groin. Jillian forced herself to breath as Henry approached her with the ale. He poured a good portion of one tankard down his gullet before reaching for her head. He tilted her chin back and made her swallow the bitter ale. She choked on it, tears streaming down her face now.
Henry stared down at her, a bulge growing by the second in his pants. His hand stroked the tears from her face tenderly. The gentleness of his hand made everything else he was doing so much worse. He was capable of kindness, even in his deranged state.
Why was he doing this to her?
"Henry, please. You don't have to do this. You could run and he would let you go. He cares for you. He'll forgive you."
A snarl crossed Henry's face as he leaned down, inches from her.
"Well, I don't forgive him!"
He grabbed her head and kissed her roughly, bruising her lips. Then his hand was at his buckle, removing his belt, shifting his pants down to reveal his engorged cock. It was long and heavily veined. It looked so pink and disgusting compared to the Prince's member.
She whimpered and tried to move away as he adjusted her body on the
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