Twisted World
folder
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
28
Views:
1,688
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
28
Views:
1,688
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
Original work of fiction by author, resemblence to other works/authors characters and people living/dead purely coincidental. No copying please. REVIEW PLEASE - so many have read but not commented.
4 The General’s Whore
Lacey wished she were dead. Her family were dead. She had a tent to herself in a sea of tents, but not to herself - MEN visited day and night and took what they would. She was an animal for their desires, and some had been truly disgusting. Like the trio who did things together. One up her birth hole, one up her stink hole, the last in her mouth.
She laughed grimly and madly at the remembering of the first time - the one to her back had rammed in so hard she had bitten down on the other in sheer pain. Only his much laughed at recovery had saved her neck; as it was she took as long to recover from the beating. Her head still swam at times and the headaches came and went alongside the nightmares. At least that had stopped the two’s and three’s at once.
Then the miracle had happened. The last visitor did not smell like the others, he was washed, clean; his clothes were of excellent quality. He had gained her trust with soothing words, condemning the others for what they were, rabble, fit for nought but cannon fodder. This one had not taken his turn, but spoken to those outside who ensured the occupants never left the tents unguarded to escape. He had been saluted, spoken to in civilised respectful tones. She had been moved to the second largest tent in the camp, washed, reclothed in fine dresses and pampered. If she had thought of escape from HERE, it was impossible - everyone was vetted to get IN never mind OUT!
He came to her that first night like a god, out of the clinging fog that covered the camp, shining and bright. The young slave squire peeled off the armour and cape and weapons, laying them carefully before bowing out of sight.
“Lacey, be mine. I knew your father once, a nobleman of high standing who should not have been slain with the rest. Have you heard of General Vlad? Your father would know of him.”
“I have indeed, Sir. My father was an admirer of his exploits. I am sorry to say I know neither the man nor the exploits.”
He laughed gaily. “A man such as your father would never tell of such exploits to such a naïve young lady as yourself! But you look upon the man in the flesh. I would have saved your horrors in the tents had I but known earlier. I intend to make amends. My Lord Lucard insists his generals and higher officials remain single, but does not forbid mistresses. You shall be my one and only, my Consort.”
He removed her night dress slowly and gently, his eyes of fire holding hers. She was losing herself in the mesmerising gaze. A shiver ran over her back as he caressed with the slightest of touches from neck to seat. He removed his shirt and trousers and put her hands on his chest, encouraging her to explore herself.
As she shyly did so; he kissed an ear, her neck, her throat as a small moan escaped her lips. He quickly silenced the moan, his tongue exploring her mouth gently. She lay back willingly inviting him to cover her. But he continued exploring, nibbling and sucking her breasts one by one until they throbbed at a single lick. His hand went to her moist place, teasing apart the warm folds, tickling her taut button.
She gasped in pleasure as his hot manhood entered fully, stroking, stroking, slowly, oh so slowly. She rose to meet each thrust, thrilling as he filled her completely and continued to stroke. His lips and tongue claimed access at each stroke. Her legs rose as his hands claimed her buttocks and she shuddered in uncontrollable ecstasy as he nearly pierced her innards. Her head threw back in moaning scream as the waves claimed her over and over before he finally exploded within her.
She did not feel the tiny bite by her neck as she had screamed her ecstasy. He kissed her slowly and he saw the love and LUST in her eyes already. He was pleased. He had been right; she would willingly do his bidding. Anything he bid her do …..
She laughed grimly and madly at the remembering of the first time - the one to her back had rammed in so hard she had bitten down on the other in sheer pain. Only his much laughed at recovery had saved her neck; as it was she took as long to recover from the beating. Her head still swam at times and the headaches came and went alongside the nightmares. At least that had stopped the two’s and three’s at once.
Then the miracle had happened. The last visitor did not smell like the others, he was washed, clean; his clothes were of excellent quality. He had gained her trust with soothing words, condemning the others for what they were, rabble, fit for nought but cannon fodder. This one had not taken his turn, but spoken to those outside who ensured the occupants never left the tents unguarded to escape. He had been saluted, spoken to in civilised respectful tones. She had been moved to the second largest tent in the camp, washed, reclothed in fine dresses and pampered. If she had thought of escape from HERE, it was impossible - everyone was vetted to get IN never mind OUT!
He came to her that first night like a god, out of the clinging fog that covered the camp, shining and bright. The young slave squire peeled off the armour and cape and weapons, laying them carefully before bowing out of sight.
“Lacey, be mine. I knew your father once, a nobleman of high standing who should not have been slain with the rest. Have you heard of General Vlad? Your father would know of him.”
“I have indeed, Sir. My father was an admirer of his exploits. I am sorry to say I know neither the man nor the exploits.”
He laughed gaily. “A man such as your father would never tell of such exploits to such a naïve young lady as yourself! But you look upon the man in the flesh. I would have saved your horrors in the tents had I but known earlier. I intend to make amends. My Lord Lucard insists his generals and higher officials remain single, but does not forbid mistresses. You shall be my one and only, my Consort.”
He removed her night dress slowly and gently, his eyes of fire holding hers. She was losing herself in the mesmerising gaze. A shiver ran over her back as he caressed with the slightest of touches from neck to seat. He removed his shirt and trousers and put her hands on his chest, encouraging her to explore herself.
As she shyly did so; he kissed an ear, her neck, her throat as a small moan escaped her lips. He quickly silenced the moan, his tongue exploring her mouth gently. She lay back willingly inviting him to cover her. But he continued exploring, nibbling and sucking her breasts one by one until they throbbed at a single lick. His hand went to her moist place, teasing apart the warm folds, tickling her taut button.
She gasped in pleasure as his hot manhood entered fully, stroking, stroking, slowly, oh so slowly. She rose to meet each thrust, thrilling as he filled her completely and continued to stroke. His lips and tongue claimed access at each stroke. Her legs rose as his hands claimed her buttocks and she shuddered in uncontrollable ecstasy as he nearly pierced her innards. Her head threw back in moaning scream as the waves claimed her over and over before he finally exploded within her.
She did not feel the tiny bite by her neck as she had screamed her ecstasy. He kissed her slowly and he saw the love and LUST in her eyes already. He was pleased. He had been right; she would willingly do his bidding. Anything he bid her do …..