THE KING’S SLAVEThe 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.
Tears of gratitude spilled from Danika’s eyes because she suddenly felt safe from all this. She didn’t understand the ridiculous feeling, but it was there.
She rose from the table and ran towards him, hiding behind him and clutching his garment tightly. She didn’t care that this man was her captor. She didn’t care that he was the reason she was here in this place. She didn’t care that she was breaking all the rules of master and slave. She didn’t care that he was going to punish her for this later. She didn’t care that he hated her deeply.
All that mattered was that he was saving her from this. From these vultures that want to devour her.
“What’s the meaning of this?” Philip’s face was flush with anger.
Lucien got up from his throne and made his way towards them. “I said to keep things at a minimum.”
Philip scoffed. “We all know that means no more than six people fucking her or not to fuck her ass. Surely, it didn’t mean that no one will fuck her!?”
“That’s exactly what I meant,” he stated matter-of-factly. But Danika had the feeling that he was lying…for her.
“That’s a lie! That is not what you meant. We all know how much you hate her, and when we heard she was your new slave, it got us here in anticipation.” He licked his lips eagerly. “We’ve waited for so long to fuck Cone’s daughter, and it’s her introduction as a king’s slave, so we have a right to fuck her!”
Ten men nodded their heads in support, even as they played with their own slaves.
Danika’s hand tightened, and she pressed closer to Lucien’s back as if she wanted to disappear into him. She whimpered, feeling overwhelmed.
“King Philip,” Lucien called in a low, deadly voice.
“Yes?”
“You have over twelve personal slaves. On their introduction, did I fuck any of them?”
“No. But that’s because you weren’t there.”
“You’re right; I wasn’t there.”
“That’s right! And that’s because you were enslaved… by her father! Her family!”
Lucien stiffened, and Danika knew she lost this battle. He’d throw her to them now and let them devour her like wolves. He’d watch and laugh with them.
The silence stretched, and Philip was smiling triumphantly, seeing victory within grasp.
Then Lucien closed in on Philip. Danika’s hand on him only tightened, and she kept walking behind him, his big, muscled body shielding her from the world.
Lucien stared at Philip and the expectant faces of the others. He didn’t shout when he said in an icy voice, “She is my slave. The king’s slave. I own her. I give her out when I want to, and not before. To whom I want to, and not to who demands it. She’s my property. My possession. I claimed her. She is mine.”
Gasps filled the air.
With that, he turned towards the door and walked through it in that measured charismatic stride filled with authority and power.
Danika pressed against his back, clutching him tightly, shielding her nudity with his colossal body and matching his steps.