A/N: Just to make this clear, this story is a repost! My old account vanished for some reason, so I will be re-posting all of White Beauty ch 1-10
Chapter 2: Slave
Turning to my master, I felt the fear return full force as he began to advance on me. Staggering back from him, I began to make a beeline for the door.
"With-strain him!" said my master.
"No!" I cried out, as two large, Talbian guards came through the door and grasped my arms. I cried out and tried to wrestle away from them. I normally had a substantial amount of strength from handling horses all day, and the guards grunted with my strength. One of them punched me in the stomach and I groaned, my knees failing me. Another kick to the back of the head blurred my vision, and I struggled to stay upright.
"He's strong, this one." came my master's voice again. "He's sure to be a promising fuck." I could hear the smirk in his words, and a surge of fear and hatred shot through my being. How dare he! I was not a woman, to be fucked at a whim!
My eyes hardened, and I glared at my Master in a rare show of defiance. I refused to be fucked. That was something I would never,
ever submit to willingly.
My Master smirked as he walked towards me. He held my chin between his long, calloused fingers, running his other hand across my jaw. I narrowed my eyes and wrenched my jaw away from him in disgust.
"Ah...perhaps leaving you out in the pasture has made you a bit of a free spirit. We will have to break that, won't we, my White Beauty." he smirked. I resisted the urge to spit at him. That would definitely earn me a flogging.
The Master nodded, and a sharp blow was landed to the base of my skull. I couldn't process another thought as my vision blurred.
I awoke, chained and laying on the floor. I sat up sluggishly, trying to ignore the pounding in my head. The floor was cold, and I found I couldn't move my legs from under me. It was dark, and I couldn't see more than two inches past my nose. Where was I?
"Wha..." I wondered, my eyes straining to adjust. My head felt heavy, as if I'd just taken a hoof to the head. It hurt like hell. I groaned, moving my deadened arms against their chained resistance, reaching my head.
I heard a sound in the dark, and the rustle of something...cloth?
A step in the darkness, then another. I felt a bolt of fear shoot through me as I recalled what had last transpired. A large, warm, masculine hand passed over my nipples, and they hardened in the chill of the night air.
A low chuckle sounded off in the room, and I felt a sudden chill as my dress cloth was ripped off. The cool air assaulted my lower body, and I shivered.
"Please, no..." Was that my voice?
If it was, it only earned me another chuckle and another slow stroke of that hand. I shivered again, freezing as the hand traveled south, to grasp my manhood. Against my better judgment, I groaned. There was a tiny hiss as he pushed himself against me, and I felt his unbounded hair brush my chest.
"It seems, White Beauty, for someone so strong willed, you have a very lewd body." came a now familiar honeyed voice by my ear. I shuddered, glaring at him through the darkness.
He gripped my manhood, slowly stroking it. I gritted my teeth, refusing to utter another sound. He chuckled again, his body retreating from mine.
I winced as white torch-light assaulted my vision, which had already adjusted to the blackness. After my eyes adjusted to the light, I looked around, my eyes widening. I was in a place I had never-ever-hoped to find myself.
The dungeon.
I began to tremble. The dungeons of Talbia were worse than any of the torture prisons in Larkan or Vermeirth. Here, in these dungeons, men died within weeks. Their screams and pleas used to be heard whenever someone got close enough to the thick, stone walls of the dungeon. Now, prisoners have their tongues removed, unless they are prisoners of war.
I looked around the cell I was in, and blanched, my white skin probably translucent in the dim torchlight. It was small, roughly the size of one of the stables. The heavy iron door was my only exit, and it had no handle or bar with which to open it from the inside. It was dank and sour down here, yet it seemed like the Master had had this cell cleaned, most likely because he would be present.
I looked down at my wrists. I was chained to the center of the floor, sitting on my legs, nude. The Master stood near the wall, smirking at me. His upper body was still unclothed, all hard lines and muscles. I noticed the little raised, discolored lines running all over his body and wondered if they were battle scars. I didn't know what my master did, but I did know that he could easily overpower me like this.
I must have stared for too long, because he began to advance on me. "Do you like what you see?" he asked.
I glared at him, forcing my gaze to the floor. I would not succumb to him.
He chuckled again, and kneeled in front of me. Gripping my hair, he jerked my head up painfully, and I hissed, looking up into those cold silver orbs.
"Let us set things straight, slave. You are mine. I own you," he growled. He stood, not releasing my hair as he walked behind me. I began to shake.
No.
He pushed me forwards; the strength of his thrust made my face hit the stone floor. I cried out in pain as I felt red-hot pain shoot up my jaw. He continued to speak. "Since, you are mine; I can do whatever I please with your body." His hand brushed over my ass, and I flinched, memories of that pain in my childhood resurfacing.
No. Please, gods, no.
One of his fingers invaded me, and I tried to pull away, crying out as he jerked my head back painfully.
No.
He added a second finger, and I felt tears spring to my eyes at the pain. He chuckled and added a third finger, and I groaned, trying to squirm away from him. Another sharp crack of my face against the floor, and I ceased my struggling as I felt the floor begin to get slick with my blood.
"No." I said, over and over. The master laughed outright, pushing his torso against my body. I paled at the hardness against my thigh.
"You truly are beautiful. Like a flower," he said, and I felt him pull his digits out of me and retreat away from me again.
I heard another rustle of cloth, and I shot up, struggling to stand against the chain's resistance.
"Ah! No, no! You cannot do this Master!" I cried, pulling against my chains.
Bam! All the air was forced out of my lungs as I reconnected with the ground. I curled in on myself as I tried to re-gain my breath from the fierce kick.
"I do whatever I please with my property!" he said fiercely, and his silver eyes glinted in the dark. For the first time, I held true fear of the man.
His eyes softened and he grasped my chin again, forcing me to look at him. "Now, little flower, silence yourself, and relax…" he said sweetly, I felt bile rise in my throat and I closed my eyes. "It won't hurt nearly as much, and I wouldn't want to ruin my toy before I break it in." he smirked, and I felt soft lips on mine.
I shuddered in disgust, I hated this. I hated him.
He moved away after a moment, and went back to situate himself behind me. He made me prop myself up on my hands and knees, and I fought as much as my strength would allow. Everything hurt.
Bam! Another smack of my face against the ground, and I cried out. My cry faded, but soon I was screaming in white-hot agony as his large flesh invaded my body.
It was hell. This was hell. It had to be. It felt as if he were splitting me in two as he pushed himself in and out of my body.
"Ahhhh….!" I cried in agony, unable to form words. In the pain, there was a jolt of pleasure, and I writhed in surprise. "Ah!"
I could feel my Master grin as he slammed into me over and over. I groaned in pain, my knees giving out. After an eternity, I heard a guttural groan behind me, and I felt something hot and wet shoot into me. He had come inside of me, the bastard.
My Master stood after a while, and gathered up his clothing. Dressing, he turned to look at me, an evil smirking grin across his face. I shuddered, turning my face away from him as I curled into myself. I hated him.
"I do hope you'll overcome that nasty little habit of defying me; I so hate to mar your beautiful skin." He said before opening the door to my cage and leaving.
After what felt like hours, I was able to move. My body was slick with blood, and I felt disgusting. I rolled until I was closer to the wall, grabbing the white dress cloth and covering my lower body. I was cold. I pulled in shaky breaths as I felt his seed slide out of me and onto the stone floor.
Drawing my knees up to my body, I shuddered as tears made their way from my eyes, burning salt-trails down my cheeks. I looked into the fading torchlight, pondering when I would ever see daylight again. Setting my head down on my folded arms, I cried out all my strength.
