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“Not at all.Just wanted to clarify that this is a pirate king.”
“No, a king who was a pirate and now has an army of pirates.”Nomi raised her chin, adopting a lofty tone.“Pirate king is a different fantasy.”
“Ah.That…makes sense.Also, not sure you ‘park’ boats, but please go on.What happens in the king’s room?”
The guard is smiling cruelly as he drags me to a tall, ebony door.There’s a matte black key hanging on a long chain on the wall.He uses it to unlock the door, and shoved me into the dark room on the other side.
I think that maybe this is a cell, a small prison within the king’s rooms, but then the guard follows me in and ignites the lanterns.The room is filled with an odd, dark light tinted blue instead of the gold.
I look around and fear has me stumbling towards the door, right into the guard, who grabs me by the arms and smiles.
“He’ll do things to you that will make you weep.”
The guard spins me around, pulls me back against his chest, one arm around my waist, pinning my own arms to my sides.
“See that rack?He’ll tie you to it so he can whip you.And it won’t be your back that he whips.”
The guard’s free hand slides under the neckline of my shift.His gloved hands are rough on my breasts and I cry out, but that only makes him pinch my nipples until I beg him to stop.
“And over there, see those glass things?Those are dildos.He’ll use those to prep you so he can fuck you in every hole.”
He shifts his hold so the hand that was abusing my breasts is now sliding up the back of my thigh.He squeezes my ass, then pulls at the cheeks of my bottom.The tip of one gloved finger touches my anus, and I gasp as I realize what he’s saying.
“N-no.He wouldn’t…”
“He will.He will fuck you here.”The tip of his finger presses harder, until I think he’ll shove his finger into me.“And here.”His hand comes around the front, and he casually slaps my mound.“And here.”Finally, he grabs my face, squeezing so my lips purse.
“But it might not be the king who fucks you.He might tie you face down over that table and let his personal guardsmen use you.”
Before I can react, he shoves me back, towards the corner of the room where a small mattress waits on the floor.I see a narrow doorway with no door that leads to a small bathroom.
A long chain is coiled on the mattress, one end bolted into the stone wall.The other end has a padded manacle.
The guard shoves me down on the mattress.I kick but that doesn’t stop him from grabbing my ankle and locking the manacle around it.
The guard steps back, and I stay on the mattress, shock and fear and resignation making me too weak to stand.
The guard considers me for a moment, then goes to a cupboard.He returns with a handful of restraints.I’m too numb to fight as he jerks my arms behind my back, forcing my elbows together and locking them in place so my shoulders are pulled back and my chest thrust out, my nipples visible through my shift.
He locks a spreader bar between my knees, the hem of my shift riding up to the tops of my thighs.If he decides to touch my pussy, there’s nothing I can do to stop him.
Finally, he forces a studded metal ball into my mouth.The studs are long enough to be spikes, and the tips blunted enough that they don’t immediately pierce my tongue and the roof of my mouth, but if I try and close my jaw they’ll dig in, and it’s only a matter of time before I have to swallow, or forget and move my head in a way that causes the spikes to pierce my flesh.
Then he wraps a length of stiff leather around the bottom half of my face, tying it in place.It stops me from spitting out the spiked ball.
The guard looks down at me, smiles cruelly, and then turns and walks out, leaving me there.
Nomi looked at Tareq, wondering if he’d comment, but he’s silent, sprawled in the chair, his attention on her.She checked the urge to apologize for the too-long and elaborate set up to the fantasy.
She wondered if she’d shocked him.This was essentially a rape fantasy, with a lot of window dressing.Tareq had been so easy to talk to that it hadn’t occurred to her that this might not be an okay thing to share.
She could lie, rewrite it from this point forward to make it palatable, but…
But she didn’t want to.She wasn’t going to apologize for existing, or for her fantasies.He’d asked.She would answer.
I try not to cry, because I don’t want the king or his guards to know they’ve won, but as hours pass, I realize it’s hopeless.Hehaswon.I’m his.No one is coming to rescue me from this room.No one will stop him if he decides to let every guard in the palace fuck my pussy or mouth, or apparently my ass.
I remember the guard touching me there and stare at the collection of slender glass rods, only now realizing that the rounded tips make them resemble cocks.
