Toys to Wind Up

There is oral sex/rape in this chapter so be warned.




The door open fully and Martovay was still not ready for the sight that had greeted him countless times.

There were women everywhere. All of them either naked or barely clothed. They took the places of pieces of art, just lying around. Some of them lucid eyes barely opened, drugged up lying on silk cushions. Some of them were in chains on the floor, on the walls. In cages hanging from the ceiling. Some giggled and laughed twirling around here and there. Sick. Horribly sick.

“If you have no more need of me my Lord, I should be getting back to my wife,” Martovay said looking down away from all the naked flesh. He remembered to his shame when he was younger. When he gazed in awe of all the beauties that surrounded Sekan.

“Vay, I’ve seen you’re wife,” Sekan said leading Martovay deeper into the room. A red head literally rubbed her head against Martovay’s leg. The trader jumped away nervously. He looked up at Sekan.

“She’s a battle axe, not to mention ugly.” He dragged Martovay along now, “You’ll have more fun here. What kind of lord would I be if I didn’t let you stay and rest for a week or two? Besides I enjoy you company.”

“With all due respect my lord,” Martovay growled, “I do not enjoy yours.” Sekan shook his head in delight at the hilarity of Martovay’s words.

“Yes I know, we had this discussion a few seconds ago. You told me how even though I don’t fuck you or make anyone else fuck you I still screw you.” Sekan pushed Martovay back. Taken by surprise the dark haired man fell into a mass of soft flesh and arms that easily caught him. Lips touched the back of his neck and he could feel a tongue moving up and down his ear lobe. The hands touched him all over, stroking his chest and moving towards his crotch. He evened his breathing. He would not play into Sekan’s hands. His cock twitched with interest though as a few kisses touched his inner thigh. He was horrible sensitive there.

My God, he thought, these women had been here so long that now all they were good for was sex. That was all they knew.

“I’ve decided that’s hardly fair.” Sekan’s voice came out over the murmurs of appreciation of his body. Through the mounds of flesh and multi-coloured hair he could see the light brown hair and mocking green eyes staring down at him. Martovay struggled up finally getting back to his feet. He felt a pair of lips on his ankle.

“Stop that,” He murmured.” He looked back up at Sekan, anger in his eyes.

“You don’t need to bother on my account.”

“Oh I think I do,” Sekan smiled gently, “Don’t worry, it’ll be extremely relaxing, you’ll spend some time in court, watch me make a few decisions about the country, meet some dignitaries, then we can have fun.”

Martovy highly doubted his words, “Relaxing for whom?”

“Me of course. Men,” Two guards were instantly in front of Sekan, “Please escort Mr. Martovay to his room, and make sure he doesn’t leave early, I would be so disappointed.”

“Bastard!” Martovay spat as he was dragged away.

Sekan chuckled to himself, “Ah, Lawrence, you always were clever,” Sekan moved to his throne sitting down with great flourish. Women were instantly kissing and licking and biting, “Unfortunately too clever, and too soft hearted… and…” He looked over at one of the girls who were currently stroking his thigh, “too clever for his own good, but I do like him, and he has a good head on his shoulders literally and figuratively.” He petted her on the head, “And I do like his taste in slaves.”

Martovay was thrown into the room.

“DAMN IT!” He yelled hitting the floor. He let out a loud cry of frustration. Finally he let his shoulders droop in defeat. He pulled himself up.

“Bastard…” he murmured. He didn’t bother looking around the spacious room. He threw himself on the bed… huge bed, big enough for at least…

He was suddenly disgusted with the bed, but didn’t have enough energy to move. He stared up at the ceiling and then quickly closed his eyes. Lovely, a fresco depicting many of man’s greatest conquests. That is to say women. Many, many naked women sucking cock and giving hand jobs.

Why did he have to speak against Sekan? Why? Now he was stuck here. He didn’t even want to know what that sick fuck had in store for him.

“LET ME GO!!!!!!!” the girl yelled as she was dragged towards the door.

“Be silent.” the guard said slapping her harshly in the face. They walked into a room filled with sickly looking girls. They had bruises almost everywhere you could think of. Semen covered the stone slabs where they lay. The guard held her down and placed a metal collar around her neck to restrict her movements. There were four other cuffs for her legs and arms but he made no move to put them on. They were in a large hallway with a huge double door at the end.

“This,” The guard explained, “Is what we like to call the greeting hallway. Men from all over the world come through these doors. Some of them have traveled very far. You are here as a relief and service to them. You will take their cock wherever they want to put it. If you refuse or struggle you’ll either be severely beaten or killed. The guard looked around the room, “Though you might be beaten anyway,” he chuckled at his joke. She growled trying to pull the chain off her neck. The guard started undoing his pants. Her eyes widened.

“What are you doing?”

“Breaking you in whore.” he replied easily, “You’re so verbal I think I’d like to fuck that filthy mouth of yours.”

“I’ll bite it off,” she swore warningly.

“You do that and every soldier will have their way with you before they put you back here again, open your mouth or I’ll break your jaw open.” she squeezed her eyes shut reluctantly opening her mouth. She shuddered feeling the warm pulsing cock slip down in between her lips and down her throat. She gagged, but she couldn’t get it out. Before she could get used to the intrusive member he started slamming hard into her mouth. She felt wetness on her cheeks. Tears, she hadn’t cried since she was captured and her village was destroyed, her little brothers all killed in front of her, but she was crying now. The guard raped her mouth over and over until finally his oily seed spilled into her. She made to spit it out as soon as the member was removed but a hand quickly blocked her mouth and two fingers pinched her noise. Sated brown eyes met hers.

“Swallow it whore,” he commanded. She did so. It was either that or pass out. Without another word the guard walked away seemingly satisfied. What scared her the most was that none of the woman attempted to comfort her. They were trapped in their own minds until the next time a man picks them for a quick fuck.

She was not a whore.

Even if she felt like one…

Martovy watched as Sekan worked his magic. Martovy had to admit. The man did wonders with a room filled with people… that weren’t sex slaves. He easily manipulated them all with a guarded gesture or a seemly tossed off word. Delegates were forced into positions; scandals were either strengthened or destroyed.

Unlike the women that he himself had sold to Sekan, Martovy felt no remorse for the delegates that were tricked into bad positions. They were either bottom feeders angling for a better position, or they were just as corrupt and nasty as the lord himself. There were no slaves in the room. That, Martovay supposed, was for later that evening. He looked down at his chain hands. To the others it seemed as if he was just sitting behind the desk next to the Lord, his guest. He wondered how many men and woman had sat in this position before and was instantly sickened with the thought.

“Are you enjoying yourself Lawrence?” Martovay chastened himself for once again losing focus. He glared over at Sekan, “Martovay,” he corrected. Not even many of Martovay’s friends called him Lawrence.

“I like Lawrence,” Sekan said moving to stroke Martovay’s hair but thinking better of it being surrounded by the delegates and hanger-ons.

“I don’t,” Martovay declared harshly Sekan smiled, “Why?” he asked.

“It is not your concern…my Lord,” Martovay said bitterly.

“Yes,” Sekan said with a half-hearted glare, “Your Lord, you are quick to be disobedient, are you having a midlife crisis? Did something snap? Do you no longer care about your life? You were once very respectful, compliant, dutiful… submissive,” Sekan said the last word slowly as if he loved the taste of it.

“My lord!”

“Ah, Minister Avano,” Sekan said with a kind smile. Martovay studied the Minister in question. He was an extremely thin man about half a head taller than Martovay. Nervous energy flew around him like a swarm of gnats on a hot summers day. His hair was light brown, nearly blond and he had blue eyes, which, were covered by a pair of dusty glasses. He wore a long blue robe with golden trim that he seemed uncomfortable in. He played with the fray fretfully. He seemed painfully young when put against the old advisors, ministers, and delegates. He could not have been older than twenty-five.

“My lord,” Avano bowed clumsily. Martovay noticed some amused looks from the older people in the room and looks of contempt from others. This man did not seem to have many allies.

“You wanted something?” Sekan asked. Avano nodded quickly his glasses almost flying off his nose. He pushed them up again.

“My Lord, in the southern most parts of your domain villagers are starting to rise up—”

With a hand gesture Sekan cut him off, “You believe I’m not aware of this?”

Rude laughter from the background. Avano’s face went red. Martovay studied Avano, there was something about him…

“Yes of course you do my Lord!” Avano said hastily, “I was just … it’s just… you see my Lord, they’re starting to ban together. Soon your attacks will no longer stave them off… they provide you with your food and clothing, they feel repressed,”

“Because I repress them,” Sekan smirked. More laugher from the background. Martovay felt himself routing for Avano. He seemed to understand what was going outside these walls. He knew of the bubbling emotions of the villages.

“Yes, I know my Lord,” Avano flustered, “That’s the problem, I believe you need to talk to them or at least some of the more prominent villagers or you will have a mass rebellion on you hands, sire, please,” Sekan gave the blustering man a sympathetic smile, “Of course, I will definitely look into it.”

Martovay glanced over at Sekan. Condescending tone, he definitely will not look into it. Martovay gave a small sympathetic smile to Avano. Avano smiled happily, “Thank you my lord!” There was a glint in Avano’s blue eyes. For one instant, but Martovay didn’t miss it. He needed to know how to read expressions in his line of work. There was a spark in those blue eyes. A rebellious spark. He knew Sekan would not look into it. He was a strong man, Martovay decided, if he wasn’t he wouldn’t be here, so why the act? Sekan smirked looking back at Martovay.

“Florence Avano,” He said quietly, “His father was once my minister of something or other about the people that I rule over. He was getting too loud; he was met with an… accident. I appointed his son into his father’s position, he’s easier to handle.”

“Easier to manipulate?” Martovay asked in an uninterested voice. Florence Avano, he decided, was not a stupid man and had just got what he wanted.

“Yes,” a quick answer. Sekan stood up, “You’re all dismissed.” he looked over at a visitor to the court, “Lord Boris, please enjoy yourself here and make sure to tell your master of my hospitality,” Sekan chuckled. Boris smiled in return, “I vill tell him Lord Sekan,” Boris’ accent was easily heard. Much like Avano, he didn’t look the least bit comfortable in robes. All the men filed out of the hall towards the dinning area. All who remained were the guards. Sekan got a key and undid the chains on Martovay’s wrists.

“Will you behave?” He asked, “I do not want to have to tie you up in front of my guests, but I will,”

“I promise you nothing,” Martovay glared.



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