Chapter 2 - The Bondage (Wakey Wakey)

Chapter Two: The Bondage (Wakey Wakey)

(Bondage, Male domination, namecalling, whipping)

A scream broke from Alyra's mouth, red, cracked lips stretching to their limits as the cold water mercilessly collided against her slightly tanned flesh, colliding with her nipples and nether regions and giving her sensations she had never felt before nor particularly wanted to feel. She slowly tried to stand on her tiptoes to get away from the cold feelings – only to solemnly stare down at the ground below her. Grimy and dirty, which she squirmed at once more for a moment, before realizing with a start that her feet were off the floor.

Eli sadistically chuckled into the air with a cruel imitation of her gasps and screams afterwards, a quirked eyebrow directed at her. “What, bitch,” speaking in a croaky voice, making a mockery of the struggled sounds she would try to force through her parched lips, “Never been tied up and splashed with cold water before?”

He grinned widely at her lack of response, taking the silence as a 'yes', cracking his neck to each side, then back in front, as he slowly circled her, examining thoroughly every inch of her body as she slowly whimpered. Her brain was short-circuited, she thought – no words would escape her mouth as she simply writhed in her binding – arms and legs tied to the tall ceiling and low floor respectively, stretching the middle of her body out in position that was not immediately painful, but would certainly cause soreness over time, limbs spread to give easy access to any part of her that may be needed. Pulleys sat to the side to raise or lower her, another to adjust the level of how much she was pulled – to give her more or less slack, depending on the position she was wanted in. She squirmed and struggled, wanting with her whole body to cover herself – but all in vain, for the bondage was too tight.

She let out panicked, albeit even and slow, breaths as he took position once more in front of her, revealing his casual clothing – a hand-woven silk shirt and pants to much the same effect. The materials did not horrify her, nor did the colour – a stark charcoal that drew out the nearly inhuman paleness in his skin. Neither of these things were unseen, though the tone of his flesh was rather odd – rather, what scared her was the decorations that adorned the clothes. Murals, obviously with hard work put into them, of various women being tortured and raped and beaten, publically humiliated and covered in cum, blood and bruises. Orifices having multiple cocks stuffed in each. She recoiled in terror the best she could, turning her face away and closing her eyes, only to be greeted with a hard, painful smack in the face.

“Bitch, did I give you permission to turn away from me or close your eyes?” He grinned with a certain hateful mischief and misogyny in his eyes, patting her on the face in a patronizingly fatherly manner. “You'll be forgiven for it this once, my little bitch. But it's not something I recommend doing in the future, aye?” His yellowed teeth practically shining through the dim light, Alyra had to will herself to not look away from what she interpreted as so disgusting and filthy – her nobility rendering her used to only the cleanest of people. He grinned as he flicked his arm, a whip falling out of his sleeve and into his hand.

Alyra leaned back with the slight gasp, managing to let the first sensible words slip from her mouth since she had been captured. “I'm nobility! The queen will have your head for this!” Frantically squirming and bucking in her bindings, causing Eli to let out another slight chuckle at her movements, slowly inching the tip of the whip up her leg. “Look around you, fucking bitch. Do you see a queen? Do you see a crown?” He laughed as she wiggled her ass wildly in the air for a moment, seemingly just another movement to attempt to allow an escape.

“You're not getting out of here, whore. You're getting to stay here, with me, in grand old Arthan. And I'll train you... and then you'll be sold to service the soldiers. Won't that be fun, slut? Serving a group of men in public, letting each of them violate and cum in all of your filthy whore-holes...” She whimpered and let her head down at his words, blushing a deep shade of red, an interesting contrast to her pale skin. She trembled and shivered in her binds, shaking her head wildly.

“No... I'm royalty! They'll declare war when they find out you're using me like this!” Eli simply rolled his eyes at her moaning, reaching into a bag at his side and revealing a small, red ball - perforated with some rather large holes – with two straps, one on either end. She tilted her head slowly at the device, examining it closely for a moment before Eli grabs her jaw and pries it open, pressing the ball into it and locking the straps around the back of her head. As she attempted to cry out in protest, only to have all her cries muffled – she was fairly sure she got the gist of the use of the device, watching Eli with wide, puppy dog eyes – now trying anything she could to at least get a moments reprieve from the torture, punishment and mockery he subject her to without a single regret or moment's hesitation.

He simply laughed the gesture off, much to her dismay – her head tilting down towards the ground once more, tears slowly dripping from her eyes. “You're lucky, though. Should be honoured to be used – only the best sluts will ever be used as military whores, and I'm going to make sure you get in.” He slowly slid his hand under her and in between her legs, feeling what he surely expected to be a loose, abused pussy from years spent with already used slaves... and instead finding a tight, virgin hole. He slowly let a wolf whistle escape from his lips as he stood up, Aly blushing heavily as he does so.

“Damn, girl. Would've expected a pretty bitch like you to already be broken in... looks like it's my job, though.” His toothy grin, she knew, meant he was certainly up to no good – or rather, nothing good for her. He cracked the whip in the air several times, preparing to begin her punishment... she could only whimper as her eyes couldn't resist but flick up and watch the whip swing back, and forth, to, and fro, again and again and again.

And just as she thought the pendulum-like motion would last forever, she felt the intense sting of the whip land against her breast, attempting to scream but only letting out a muffled noise, saliva falling from her mouth into the gag, dripping from it. Her eyes slowly flickered down to it and her skin flushed again, seeing how slutty it made her look. She momentarily forgot about the situation, simply tearing up over the potential ruination of her reputation... before the lash fell upon her stomach several more time, crisscrossing red welts slapped over her time and time again, from her breasts to her stomach, Eli slowly circling her to get a good whip on her ass especially – leaving it nice and red, the occasional drop of blood dripping from it. It was clear, to any observers that would be there, that Eli was quite the 'ass man', so to speak.

A momentary pause in the action gave her moments to stop feebly trying to scream through her gagi n vain, and rather give her a moment to sob – saliva pooling up around the gag and falling down it, onto her small and firm, but round (and now red) breasts, slowly dripping to her stomach, the occasional drop teasing her hairless pussy...

Which only increased the pain when a quick series of lashes landed upon it, letting yelp after whimper after yelp as her virgin pussy was whipped and abused, tears now running down her lithe body – she could hardly take it anymore. From her now-wounded pride, to her literally wounded pussy, to her embarrassingly reddened and swollen mammaries, to her firm rear – nothing was left on her that was not abused, no inch of skin left untouched by the lash of the whip. She whimpered as she expected another surprise, not daring to look up at her abuser.

Slowly, she realized her ropes were being given slightly more lax and being let down to the floor – looking over as Eli cranked the levers in a very experienced manner, seeming to know all about their use. He laughed lowly at what he determined to be pathetic – tears dripping from her reddening eyes in streams, mucus dripping from her nose, the area around her mouth surrounded with saliva and tears, the same saliva dripping down all over his body...

But she was not given a moment to think about her state, as Eli quickly pulled her in a bent position, elevating her rear on a stool he pulled from a nearby table, cranking the levers quickly again to make sure that she stayed there – her dry, abused holes on display for any to see. “Now, I know it sounds unusual...” He murmured more to himself than her, as if making a monologue in a Shakespearean play. “But I'm not much of one to fuck virgins. Lucky you, today, I have a couple of visiting men who I'm sure will greatly enjoy you...” She couldn't help but wince at his laughing in a maniacal manner as she heard him climb stairs, opening a door. She could only imagine what cruelty waited for her to lose her virginity to – and she couldn't imagine what it was. Until she heard the grunts.

Orcs.


 
End Of Chapter Two