Page 129 of Plug and Tame

“Because,” he said, easing his cock in and out of her gently, “It was how your mother, Liddia the Vampire Queen, died.”

Horror and rage gripped her, lighting a flame that burnt through her misery, breaking her out of the helpless stupor she’d surrendered herself to.

“Oh yes, the guards took her to the stables,” Henrikk continued, his voice excited as he resumed his hard thrusts, pounding her mercilessly. “My men saddled her up and rode her like a horse. She lasted until the morning. I doubt you will last half so long—you are weaker than I expected you to be. Already, there is no fight left in you.”

The anger that had been boiling inside her surged as her charged muscles sprang forward, but Henrikk held her tight. She hardly got more than an inch away before he slammed her back onto his cock again. He laughed triumphantly as she struggled and bucked, and her howls only made the tally on the board double.

The audience echoed Henrikk’s laughter, the mocking sound echoing through the hall.

“There she is, there’s the bitch I was waiting for,” Henrikk said gleefully, slapping her face three times in quick succession. “Feisty, just like her mother was.”

Tears, despair, grief… none of those would help her now. Neither would fighting. It became apparent that no one was coming to help her.

I can’t give up. I can’t.

“Do you like that, slut?” Henrikk asked, gripping her by the hips as he aimed his cock high into a deep, intimate place inside her. “Did my son do this to you?”

Come on, Kira.

Pull yourself together.

Rage coursed through her veins, and it was with great effort that she feigned nonchalance as the Vampire King pumped his cock back and forth. She shrugged. “Nathaniel did it better.”

Henrikk stilled. “What did you just say?” he asked in a dangerous tone.

“Nathaniel did it better,” she repeated. “I can tell you’re trying, but I hardly feel a thing.”

Deathly silence filled the room. Even those down the far end of the hall who hadn’t heard her knew better than to speak. It was so quiet that Kira could practically hear the veins throbbing at Henrikk’s temples as he leant over her, his lips brushing her ear as he spoke.

“Is that so?”

Kira resisted the urge to swallow, knowing her nervous gulp would give her away. Trying to channel Victoria’s blasé attitude, she said, “Yeah. But…no offence.”

Pain erupted on her scalp as Henrikk tightened his hold, but she’d been expecting his reaction. She gritted her teeth and braced herself for the hit or slap or thrust that was to come.

But Henrikk did not strike.

Instead, he did exactly what she’d hope he would do.

“I’ll show you how it’s done, slut,” he said, pulling his cock out of her and releasing her with disgust. “You won’t be so dispassionate when I’m fucking you up your ass.” He seized the end of the plug, his fingernails cutting the rim of her asshole as they dug in and yanked it out of her. He threw the plug aside where it clattered and bounced across the timber floor.

Kira drew a sharp breath as she felt for her magic.

Come on…

If it was there, she didn’t detect it. The silver had poisoned her, clinging to her arteries and filling her mind like a fog.

How long would it take for her magic to return?

Minutes?

Hours?

Days?

Please, please let it be soon.

Henrikk was already lining his cock up, the fat heavy head resting against her asshole. It felt…dry.