The Slave Princess

Author's Notes: Well, I know the first chapter dragged a bit and I'm sorry for that, but I really needed to set the scene for this and get a few fundamental things out of the way. I've got up to chapter 6 completed already and it's getting interesting. I wasn't planning on making this a happy story and since no one has posted any reviews ;_; I really have no intentions of changing that. I still don't have a storyboard so some of the stuff that's going to happen later on even surprised me. I decided to make this an alternate reality for the novel I'm writing. Same planet, same people... just different plot. It's not exactly going to be a romance, but we'll see what happens, shall we? ;) Anyway, here's Chapter two: A Living Hell. Please review! I know you guys are reading! Enjoy!

Chapter 2

When Nyrobi came to, she was lying on the jungle floor. Her legs and arms were tied and her head was spinning. She could not open her eyes due to the pain her head was already causing her and the nausea that was quickly rising in her stomach. She groaned in pain and heard a deep chuckle from nearby.

It was a man. He was speaking in a language she did not understand. Another man answered her and they both laughed whole-heartedly. The sound rattled in her brain and made it ache all the more. When it settled a bit, she dared to open an eye. The light burned here eyes, but she forced herself to look at her captors. One of them was walking over to her and crouched down beside her. Nyrobi awarded him with a cold glare. He ignored her expression and brushed her hair out of her face with his rough, dirty hands. She turned in an attempt to bite his hand but he was quick to pull away and the movement caused another wave of nausea to hit her. She closed her eyes against it and missed the glower the man gave her, but felt the back of his hand smack across her cheek.

He cursed at her and stood up to walk back to the other man he’d been talking to. He continued to speak in that unrecognizable language and Nyrobi ignored him, focusing on getting her body under control. Her head was still spinning and her cheek hurt, but at least she wasn’t feeling quite as nauseous.

She didn’t know how long she had lain there for and suddenly, strong, rough hands gripped her around her arms and hauled her to her feet. It was all she could do to keep from losing control of her stomach and her head pounded from the way she was being handled. She was thrown over a man’s shoulder and carried a long way.
She tried to fight, but every time she tried, she was hit. Unconsciousness was a black wall before her and soon, it overtook her again.

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When she awoke again, her entire body ached. She was no longer in the thick jungle, but in a cart on a road. There were bars keeping her locked in the cart and her hands and legs were still tied so she could not escape. Nyrobi had no idea where the other women had been taken but she hoped they were faring better than her. She looked out of the cart and saw that she was on a road. A man was sitting at the front of the cart, driving a horse. In front were other carts containing the other women. All of them were still unconscious. Nyrobi almost envied them. The ride was bumpy and hard on her already sore and stiffening body.

Her head was still spinning, but she knew she would be in major trouble if she didn’t get some help soon. The driver hadn’t noticed that she was awake yet so she took a deep breath and called out.

“Somebody! Help! I’m at the road!”

Her call for help was cut off when the man driving took a stick and whacked it hard against the bars. The sound made Nyrobi wince. She wasn’t ready to stop trying yet, though. She called out again.

“Please help! I’m being kidnapped! Help me!”

This time, instead of hitting the bars of her cage, the man took the stick and jabbed it into the cage, stabbing her in the sides. She yelped in pain and hot tears began to form in her eyes from frustration. If only she could get her hands free. Then this man and all the others would pay dearly!

She tried calling out a few more times but was beaten every time she tried to call for help. To make her feel even more disheartened, the thick jungle on either side of the road and humidity of the air made it so her cries didn’t carry very far and she was beginning to doubt that anyone was even within earshot. Her people would be looking for her, though. Of that, she was certain.

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The cart bumped along the road for what seemed like an eternity and Nyrobi slipped in and out of consciousness the entire way. The bump on the back of her head had been hit so many times throughout the ride that whenever she came to, she just wanted to cry from how much it hurt, but she was far too stubborn to give her captors the satisfaction of seeing her cry again. She spent her time trying to look for weaknesses in the cage and trying to get herself free. Her plans were pretty scattered due to her current mental state but she was trying, nonetheless. She was also constantly sending prayers to Bafia that she would get free of this nightmare soon.

At last, they stopped for the night and Nyrobi shed a few silent tears in relief. Her body was so sore that she could barely move. One of the men opened her cage and went in. She glared at him as he tilted her head and poured water into her mouth. She choked on it and ended up spitting most of it out, but the little that she did manage to swallow did her a world of good. Next, she was given a few small morsels to eat. Nowhere near enough to satisfy her, but at least her captors had the decency to keep her alive. Then again, maybe not. Their plans were not clear to her and some things were much worse than death.

The man left her in the cart and Nyrobi listened to them talk in their own language. She didn’t understand what they were saying but was still praying for some clue as to what was going to happen to her. She bit her lip and slowly tried to move herself to the edge of the cart where she could look out at her surroundings. It was dark now and every movement was total agony for her. She’d never stayed still in such an uncomfortable position for so long and her muscles protested her actions painfully. Eventually, she had wriggled over to the side and looked out. The jungle was getting thinner now and she was certain that she’d been unconscious for a few days. This was not an area she recognized at all.

That thought made her sick to her stomach all over again. Where in the name of Bafia were they taking her? And for what purpose? She was terrified, and she’d been living this for far too long for it to have been a nightmare. This was real.

She looked around for the other carts and saw that a few of the others were still there but they weren’t looking well. They were conscious and staring out of their separate carts, seemingly unaware of Nyrobi’s existence. One of the men was checking the carts and pulled one of the women out of the carts. Nyrobi recognized her instantly as one of the women from her troop. She’d sent her off with some of the others before Nyrobi had been captured and Nyrobi was about to call out to her when she realized that the reason that the man was taking her out of the cage was because she was dead.

She could not stop a cry of grief from escaping her and the men all looked her way. Nyrobi didn’t care, though. Her friend was dead! Was that to be her fate, as well? What of the other women? How many others had died on the journey? The man carried her away from the camp and came back a few minutes later empty handed.
Nyrobi felt hot tears stream freely down her cheeks. Who were these demons? Surely Lilith, the goddess of the underworld had sent them. Bafia would send help. She had to!

During all of this, Nyrobi was too grief-stricken to notice the men approaching her cage. They managed to open the cage and one had even stepped in before she took notice of them. He hauled her to her feet and pushed her out to the men waiting on the ground. They caught her as she fell and carried her over to the nearby fire. They untied her feet and made her stand, ready with spears and swords to kill her should she decide to attack them.

She stood before the fire, unable to do anything more than glare at her captors hatefully. Her formal skirt and top hung in tatters from her waist and neck. Her leg was clearly visible with countless bruises and scrapes all over it. Her sides were in no better condition. To top it off, her right breast hung out of her top and she could do nothing to place it back where it belonged. Her nipple was bare for her captors and they all looked at her hungrily.

Despite her situation, she was still determined to be strong. She stood, hanging out of her clothing, bruised and battered, glaring at the men as if her eyes alone could kill them. Failing that, if they showed any weakness that she could take advantage of, she’d kill every single one of them. They were no better than monsters and they deserved to be destroyed.

One of the men approached her and she refused to look at him and stared straight ahead as he moved to examine her. She felt his rough hands rest on her shoulders. They squeezed her lightly and he felt around her neck. His hands moved up to her face and forced her mouth open and he looked inside. He said something in his language to the other men and continued his examination. Next, he moved to her eyes and forced her to look at him as he lifted her eyelids to look at her. Her ears were next. One ear was bleeding from where her piercing had been ripped out somewhere along the way.

Satisfied with what he saw from her face, he moved back to her shoulders and felt her arms. She tensed her muscles as he touched her and a slight smirk appeared on his ugly face. He moved in close to her and she nearly gagged as he breathed on her. His breath was foul and the proximity made her want to run away, but a spear point to her back reminded her of just what would happen to her should she decide to do that. His hands moved around to her neck again and slowly moved down her chest where they rested on her exposed breast.

His smirk turned into a wicked grin as his thumb flicked over her nipple. Nyrobi clenched her jaw in response, hatred filling her to the core. He gave her breast one more squeeze before continuing his examination.

Nyrobi had never felt so exposed in her entire life and even though nudity was perfectly acceptable in Nyru, she felt horribly uncomfortable with her exposed body and the way the men were looking at her… not to mention how this man was violating her.

His hands moved down again and squeezed her sides painfully and she winced until he released her. He felt her hips and put his arms around her to squeeze her rear. He grinned at her once more before crouching down before her. She felt hot tears enter her eyes again in embarrassment and frustration. How dared this man touch her like this! He had no right to her body and everything in her was screaming at her to run away. But that spear kept digging deeper into her back and she finally felt a hot trickle of blood run down her back. She was shaking, now but there was still nothing she could do to fight back.

His hands explored her legs and once he seemed satisfied, he did the most horrifying thing of all. His wicked hands moved up to her skirt to move it aside. Instinctively, Nyrobi tried to move backwards, but felt the spear in her back more than ever and she let out a cry of protest and pain. The men came to her sides and held her in place as this horrible man examined her in places no one should ever go. Nyrobi whimpered as his fingers moved up the inside of her legs and felt around her most private area. She tried to press her legs together, but the men were more powerful and eventually brought her down to the ground and held her legs apart.

Nyrobi was crying now. She tried imagining that she was somewhere else, but every time his rough skin brushed against her smooth skin, she was brought back to this reality. Then he shoved his fingers inside of her painfully. She cried out against her will as she felt him feeling around inside of her. She cried and begged them to let her go, but it was to no avail. They weren’t listening to her and even if they were, they couldn’t understand her language.

The man seemed to be getting pleasure out of this and shoved his fingers inside of her again and again. She hated him. She hated all of these men. But despite this, her traitorous body was getting pleasure from all of this, as well as pain. That made her hate them all the more. But even more, she hated herself. How could she possibly be enjoying this?

Nyrobi squirmed and tried to get away from them but her efforts were useless against all of the strong hands that held her in place.

At last, one of the men holding her said something and the man violating her stopped and she was lifted back to her feet and carried back to her cage. She was locked in it again and she squirmed to the farthest corner of the cage and wept. She felt so disgusting. The way the man had looked at her made her sick and the fact that some small part of her had enjoyed what they were doing to her made her wretch.

She was no longer praying to be saved. No, now she was praying that death would come to her soon.

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A/N: Well, there's chapter 2 for you. If you liked it, please let me know by either rating my story or reviewing. Tell me what you think should happen, what I need to work on, what sucked, what was amazing... whatever, just let me know. I like reviews. I'll have another chapter up soon. Thanks a ton!