The Prize

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Aethelred

"But my dear, the king does indeed want to meet you. It will be his prerogative to have you, "first rights" so to speak, as it was done two hundred years ago. But we are much more civilized these days. Only The Prize is subject to the old ways."

Aethelred continued to stroke Gwen's pert nipples as he went on.

"As the winner of the Prize Tourney two years ago, it was my obligation to obtain this year's Prize. But if it's in any way reassuring to you, it was my brother who chose you while visiting the provinces last year."

His finger traced the lines of her collar bones and circled the now upright and crinkled teats. Tracing down between her mounds following the hollows around her belly, down to her navel and along the tops of her hipbones to the edge of the dress still about Gwen's middle. All the while Aethelred continued his explanation as if he were merely instructing one of his squires on the history of the joust.

"It's my duty to prepare you. You'll be a willing Prize, happy to serve.... and to service, whomever should win. If you're lucky, it may even be me. Then you'd be able to join Elsbeth in her duties. "

Gwen's eyes widened at that. For it implied Elsbeth had been in the Duke's service for over two years. And that implied there was no escape.

"Come now. Time for your lessons to begin." Aethelred threw the covers off revealing himself and Gwen shut her eyes tightly. But did she peek through her lashes? Aethelred couldn't be sure. He hoisted her from the bed and threw her over a shoulder. He could feel her hair along his backside and tickling his thighs as he carried her from his bedchambers into a dimly lit passageway and down a stone stairway that spiraled down... it must have seemed a long, long, way down.

 

[MistressAthena]

Gwen was in shock and outrage. He spoke of her capture as if it were a game. A game she was going to be a participant in rather she liked it or not. Gwen thought of how wrong everyone was about the brothers. They were like their Father. They just knew how to hide it very well. On the outside they may be handsome but she realized that on the inside they were dark and only saw women as a sexual object. No wonder they were unmarried. They knew nothing of love, only sex. Truly it was a shame that they were that way. Gwen was the type of women that could have offered more love than they probably ever had known.

She was very frightened as he descended down spiraling stairs. He seemed to be taking her to the dungeons. She sobbed and tears flowed as he carried her. She knew there was no use in fighting him. She could not escape. All she could do was hope it would be over soon. Elsbeth seemed fine. Perhaps she went through the same treatment. If Elsbeth could survive it, surely she could as well.

She said to him, "You will never know of love if you continue to treat women thusly. I am a human being much like you. I always hoped the man who took me would love me and I he. I wanted to save myself for the man I marry. It would be my gift to him. And now you paln to take that away from me. It is a shame that you will never know love. It seems all you know is lust and power."

 

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Aethelred

Aethelred could hardly believe what he was hearing. Here he was, wearing nothing but his soft shoes, carrying Gwen over his shoulder, obviously to do her ill, and Gwen prattled on about love and honor and her virtue.

Perhaps she still thought this some kind of fairy tale story like those told to children in their beds. But this was no fairy tale as she would soon find out.

Aethelred kicked open the door to his private room just above the dungeons. None knew of it save his brother and Elsbeth. The soldiers and workmen who had built and furnished it were long dead. His father had seen to that.

Aethelred deposited Gwen on her feet, unhooked her wrists and fastened them to a pair of ropes which dangled from a beam and hoisted her until she was up on her toes before tying them off. Aethelred removed the chain he'd used on her collar. A handy dagger made quick work of Gwen's dress which now lay puddled around her ankles.

Aethered gazed at Gwen, well pleased with what he saw.

 

[MistressAthena]

Gwen was still in shock. As she was there on her tip toes she hung her head and sobbed. She was ashamed being there on display as she was. She felt like nothing more than a slab of meat. She was also afraid for she had no idea what he had in store for her. She spoke softly, "Please, please do not hurt me. Please, release me. I beg of you."

 

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Aethelred

"Hurt you? Of course not. I'm here to give your pleasure. That is what I will release. Pleasure unbound and ne'er told of, even in tales of love and heroism."

That was how it had been with Elsbeth but then for Elsbeth, service to and servicng of the Duke was a pleasure and a relief compared to what she suffered at the hands of Gaston.

Of course you may not see it that way dear Gwen.

Elsbeth entered from another room. Aethelred would use her as an assistant in subjugating Gwen. He watched her approach, clad in only a leather harness. Collared and cuffed, at wrist and ankle, it encircled her waist, lifted and separated her high, firm breasts and framed Elsbeth's exposed and hairless vagina, (a preference of Sir Guy's that Aethelred had adopted as well.) The harness was festooned with rings and *points.

Aethelred turned his attention back to Gwen and smiled.

"First we must dispose of those things for which you have no further use. So ask me kindly, 'Please your Grace. Rid me of my virginity.' "

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OOC: *points - spots where items can be attached by means of tying them together. The points are the actual ties. For example, a sleeve can be attached to a vest at the shoulder points.

 

[MistressAthena]

Gwen is sobbing and in shock. She looked at the restraints and exhaled hardly. Gwen knew there was no escaping this. She looked to him with saddened eyes, "I am a Human Being just as you are. What if you were captured like this? How would you feel about it? How would you like to be treated as less than Human. Before doing this to me perhaps you should allow me to do it to you first so that you may understand what it is you are doing." As the tears fell she said, "I will not ask you to take my virginity as if it were a burden to me. If you want it, you will have to be like a thief in the night. You will have to steal it, thief."

 

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Aethelred

"Of course you're a human being Gwen. I would never consider such a thing with my dog or my horse. They would not understand and would take no pleasure from it. Not as you shall."

"Do you think my dear Elsbeth is an animal to me?" Aethelred stroked Elsbeth's hair and his fingers traced lines down her back. Her posture showed her enjoyment of his attention."

"But have no doubt dear Gwen. If you don't ask me now, I guarantee you'll beg me later." Aethelred nodded to Elsbeth, her face took on a smile... a smile that was somehow more sinister than happy. Elsbeth held up her hand and showed Gwen a set of straps and buckles.

"So one more chance Gwen. 'Please your Grace. Rid me of my virginity.' "

 

[MistressAthena]

Gwen nodded her head no. She trembled with fear but refused to act like a whore and willingly give up her virginity. He would have to have the dishonorable memory of deflowering a woman against her will. She knew at judgement time he would have to answer for his action. She on the other hand would be cleared of blame by refusing to willingly give up her purity.

She looked to Elsbeth, "How can you enjoy the touch of such evilness? He sees nothing wrong with his acitons. He is vile and you are a whore!"

 

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Aethelred

Elsbeth giggled and Aethelred outright laughed. "Evilness?"

At that moment Aethelred knew breaking Gwen was going to be even more fun than he'd previously expected. Then Gwen called Elsbeth a whore but even before Aethelred could step forward Elsbeth swung a roundhouse slap.

The smack reverberated throughout the chamber. Gwen's right tit stretched halfway across her chest and snapped back. Swaying back and forth from the impact it immediately turned rosey red and Aethelred could see Elsbeth's handprint appearing along the side.

The backhand blow was, if anything harder and Gwen had to have felt Elsbeth's knuckles digging deep into the firm flesh of her other tit.

"I don't think Elsbeth liked being called a whore. You should probably apologize...."

"Elsbeth, Shall we set the table?"

 

[MistressAthena]

Gwen cried out from the slap to her breast. But, then she was angry. She wanted to hit Elsbeth back. She strained against the restraints and grunted, "Whore! Let me go and I'll hit you!" She looked to her captor with fire in her eyes, "I'll not apologize to your whore! You two are sick! I would love to tell the Priests of your actions. You will answer to God for your actions here. When I face judgement I will be able to say I was willing to give up my life instead of participate in such vile activity. I am pure and if you want to make me impure you will get no cooperation from me!" Gwen had never felt so angry in all her life. Yet, she was afreaid as well. She got the feeling that they would indeed abuse her. She just hoped she would have the fortitude to take what ever they dished out without giving in.

 

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Aethelred

As Aethelred and Elsbeth approached Gwen she found enough strength to try to lash out at them with her feet, though it added to the strain on her arms and shoulders.

First Elsbeth and the Aethred each captured a leg. The ropes were slowly released until Gwen's shoulders were on the cold floor of the chamber. Then the drug her to the center where there were four wooden posts laid out in a rectangle.

They made quick work of tying each leg to two of the posts, strapping Gwen to it by the ankles and just under the knees. Then they moved to Gwen's arms and strapped them to the two remaining posts at the wrists elbows and just above her biceps.

With Gwen's arms and calves lashed tightly to the four posts and her well stretched between them, she indeed looked like a table. Aethelred surveyed the tableau Gwen now presented. Her bottom would be spared, for a while, but her full tits, stomach and abdomen would be totally exposed for lashing, as would her thighs... and of course, with her legs spread so wide, her cunny.

 

[MistressAthena]

As Gwen stayed there naked and vulnerable her disbelief was changed to anger and hatred. She growled at the two almost like an animal. It is amazing how animalistic we humans can become when our lives are on the line or when we think they are. Gwen wanted to believe she would nt be killed but knew she could not trust the two demons in human skin before her. She looked to the female and spat at her, "Whore!" She looked to the male, "Release me now! I wish you dead, vile one! Dead!"