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I moaned, I screamed, I moaned again as the waves of painful pleasure conquered whatever fight I had left in me. With every painful thrust of his large cock spreading my punished hole wide, I never once begged him to stop. No, I wanted more.
Harder, harder…
Fucking harder.
The pain lit my body on fire, and I wanted to do nothing more than burn from the blaze.
“You like the pain,” he said as he released the hold he had on my clit and slapped my sore, whipped breasts.
When I moaned even louder and arched my back even more, Troylus pinched my nipple as he pushed even deeper inside of me.
Closing my eyes again, I saw shards of white light as I screamed. Wicked, painful, delightful pleasure washed over me, and I screamed again. Torture. Perfect and painful torture.
Fucking torture in the best way possible.
Troylus thrust one last time and joined my fading scream and moans with a loud groan of his own, filling me with his seed.
A few moments later, as the waves of sexual pleasure left my body, I opened my eyes and looked into Troylus’ sated ones. His cock was still inside of me motionless, but I could feel the beating of Troylus’ heart in the mass that still spread me wide.
If this was what the kingsmen had in store for me…
If this was the torture they had planned to force me to speak…
If this was the power they thought they had over me…
Breathing deeply as the delicious pain eased, I couldn’t hide my smile as I stifled a wicked and evil laugh.
Oh, this time with the kingsmen would be so much fun.
This little game of theirs would be fun indeed.
CHAPTER 5
I was so captivated by Troylus’ claiming that I hadn’t heard the footsteps of another man approaching. It was the clearing of his throat that called my attention to him. I lifted my head to see Sigmun watching us with a mischievous glimmer in his deep blue eyes. I wondered how long he had been standing there, and if he had watched the entire act of Troylus stealing what I hadn’t realized was so pleasurable to give.
“Did she tell you where the princess’ body is?” Sigmun asked.
Troylus pulled up his pants the remainder of the way and walked away from my naked and used body. I could feel his seed seeping out of me and running down the crevice of my ass, but I still felt no need to conceal the forced exposure. In fact, I didn’t want the hum still radiating through me to end.
“Not yet.”
Sigmun chuckled. “I thought you said breaking the queen would be as easy as breaking a twig.”
I sat up on the table in time to see Troylus scowl. “I may have misjudged her stubbornness.” He walked toward the entrance of the dungeon and turned around. “But it’s only fair for all of the kingsmen to have their turn with her. Beware, Sigmun. She’s a feisty one.”
Sigmun took a step to where I sat watching their exchange. “That’s pleasant news. One of my favorite things to do is tame our wild steeds. I’ve yet to find a mare or even a stallion that can’t be pacified with the flick of my whip.”
“Well then, I will leave you be. An ale is calling my name.” Troylus opened the door and exited without even taking a second look my way. He had come, claimed, and now I was nothing more than a prisoner of another kingsman again.
Not his. Someone new.
The sense of loss, and even hunger for more of Troylus’ touch, was interrupted when Sigmun approached me and ran his fingertips along the raw flesh of my breast.
“None of this would have to happen if you simply told us where the king’s daughter is,” he said softly as his touch turned to a deeper caress.
The rough surface of his palm scratched against the punished area near my nipple, and I hissed in pain, yet my pussy throbbed once again. It seemed that with even the smallest taste of pain, my body hungered for more.
“I will tell you the same thing I told Troylus, which is nothing,” I snapped, raising my chin in defiance. Though I was sitting naked on a wooden table with the signs of a man’s arousal coating my pussy, I imagined myself in the finest gown and the most elegant of cloaks.
Pain yes. Shame no. Never.
“Don’t worry, Zell,” Sigmun said, patting the top of my thigh. “I’m not here to try to pull an answer out of you. My job is to take you to your chamber and prepare you for tomorrow. We like to savor our meal, and not a single one of us is in any rush.”
“Queen Zelladine,” I spat. The way he shortened my name as if I was a young schoolgirl with a juvenile nickname set my blood aflame.
