The crowd cheered King Philip on as he announced he would take Danika first.
Danika swallowed the panic and humiliation she was feeling and tried to detach
herself from the present. When the king started playing with the strap of her flimsy
top, she wanted to scream ‘No’, but the word caught on her throat and couldn’t get
past. She took several steps backwards without knowing that she had moved.
His displeasure showed on his face, and his hand shot out to her chain-collar, then
he dragged her back. “Behave,” he commanded curtly.
Danika nodded, not wanting more punishment to befall her.
He let go of her straps, then dipped his hand under her short skirt. He caressed her
underwear, and Danika felt like vomiting.
“Get the clothes outta the way, Philip. We’ve got to see,” Moreh grunted, toying
with the collar of his own slave, who melted into him.
Danika kept reminding herself not to react. She must detach herself from what was
happening. It wouldn’t end well if she disobeyed or put up a fight. It wouldn’t be
good for her at all! She must endure –
Philip’s hand went to her leather top and yanked hard on it; the material tore away
and her breasts spilled out.
Danika cried out, and her hands shot out impulsively and grabbed both, trying to
hide them from view. The king hated such and gave her arm a slap.
“Leave it!” he ordered.
She released her arms and tears filled her eyes. She lowered her head so the people
wouldn’t see her humiliation.
Danika wondered whatever made her think she could survive this intact. This
experience-being used for sexual pleasure by three different men in the middle of a
crowd-would break her.
Pretend it’s not happening, Danika. Pretend it’s not happening.
“Holy creeps,” King Moreh groaned. “She’s a beauty.”
“I know, right?” Philip was excited. He reached for her skirt to remove it, but
Danika felt fear and mortification. She told herself not to reach for her clothes, but she
found her hands grabbing the flimsy skirt and holding onto it, shivering in tears.
“What kind of slave are you training, Lucien?” Philip asked, his displeasure and
puzzlement apparent through his voice.
Lucien said nothing, but Danika could feel his eyes on her back. She couldn’t bring
herself to look at him or anybody. She pinned her bleary eyes to a spot on the floor.
“Here, let me take that,” Philip was saying as he walked out of Danika’s view. She
wondered what he was going to take and –
An unnatural shock ran all over Danika’s body. She cried out as the pain shook her
whole body, and her knees gave out and she fell to the ground. She jerked twice.
Holding her collar’s controller, the king walked towards her and dragged her to her
feet, tearing her clothes from her body.
“Ooohs” and “Ahhs” echoed around them.
The men approved; most of them were already getting blowjobs from their slaves
while watching the scene.
It was normal in the royal court-even in her father’s-a place for sexual pleasures
and orgies instead of decision-making. That was why her father never allowed her to
come to court.
Most of the privileged family’s slaves rose from the ground and began undressing
like it was the most natural thing in the world. Moans rose in the air and Danika’s
blurry eyes followed the sound of it to a master fucking his slave at one side of the
room.
There were several moans and sounds of spanking. All seemed to be enjoyable,
several sexual plays taking place in the room.
Detach yourself from here, Danika. Pretend you’re at your palace. In your room.
Pretend as if Sally is telling you some funny stories.
Philip shoved a finger into her. She gave no reaction. It was as if her mind had
distanced itself from her surroundings. Or maybe it was the shock she had gotten from
her collar.
He had her spread on the big table in the middle of the room, and he fingered her
roughly while his slave sucked his dick deep into her mouth, moaning in pleasure.
“Fuck, it’s so tight in here,” Philip grunted, pushing another finger inside her.
It hurt so much; her body still bruised from the previous night’s ordeal with the
king. Her body hadn’t recovered from the collar shock, so she couldn’t react. Tears
left her eyes like water from the ocean. Hands caressed her breasts. Her eyes
mindlessly followed the hand to see its owner. King Moreh was lustfully fumbling
with her breasts while his slave sucked him, too.
Danika closed her eyes and tried to think of the world that had once been hers-a
world that no longer belonged to her. She tried to remember the worst days of her life
before she became a slave, and she remembered the days her father forced her to
oversee slave tortures, just to make her strong.
She remembered that one session: King Lucien’s torture session.
King Lucien.
Her eyes found Lucien still sitting on his throne, saying nothing. Doing nothing.
His eyes were on her. Their eyes met and held together. There was no expression on
his face. No hate. No revulsion. No pleasure at what was happening to her. Nothing.
But his eyes were pinned on her, and somehow, his non-pleasure gave her a little
hope.
Danika made an impulsive, panic-filled decision then to send him a message. A
plea.
Please… Danika’s teary eyes implored him.
Please… save me from here.
I’ll do anything you want… Everything.
You can fuck me anyway you want, do anything you want.
Just…save me…from these… people.
She knew he was the only one who could save her, even though she didn’t deserve
his mercy. She clearly remembered his torture session her father forced her to
oversee, and guilt washed over her. She would never get that image out of her head.
It was the first time she saw him, and the first time he saw her.
Danika suddenly jerked back to reality when she felt a big nudge at her
womanhood. She started twisting and struggling mindlessly when she noticed that
King Philip was trying to penetrate her.
“No…no…” Her voice was barely audible amidst all the sexual commotions. She
twisted with all her might. The hands on her breast tightened with bruising strength as
if to still her struggles.
“That’s enough.” Lucien didn’t shout or even raise his voice, but everyone stilled
immediately, even Philip, who was trying to fuck her.