Twisted World

Hadad was more than pleased to see the long caravan of the army return to his home land on the north coast of Pear Isle, for so the land was shaped and all the villages in the heavily populated south and midlands were now smoking ruins.

The folk of Hadstown were now considered nobles and the prisoners were slaves to pander to their wishes. The folk who had been peasantry themselves in the main revelled in the new found luxury. The male prisoners who had joined the force were considered citizens and entitled to take any woman slave as they wished - with their nobles consent of course. None would be refused.

Hadad himself had viewed the young in the cage with pleasure, and had named Glem General, Desta his Deputy on the spot at first sight of Jacs and Nesta.

Much to both men’s dismay, Hadad announced that BOTH women would share his bed, but for different reasons. He had seen the dismay, however, and cheered both up by adding that they both would have the chance to sample the delights of one later, he was unsure who would be ‘trained’ and who would be the bearer of many fine children.

Glem’s eyes shone at the mention of training, he had already participated in such and eagerly anticipated doing so again, showing Desta the ropes this time.

Joey had been installed in the keep with Jacs and Nesta when it was discovered she was Jacs’ sister. The other youngsters too little to be slaves were set aside and trained in domestic tasks around the castle.

Nesta had been the first to be bedded. She had returned flushed and sore in the morning to the large shared chambers. She would say nothing other than she had been deflowered in the most shocking manner and that it was Jacs’ turn that night. Jacs was truly naïve and had not the slightest notion of what ‘deflowering’ meant, other than it might be connected to the sickening sights they had witnessed on the journey there. She was escorted none too willingly to the largest private chamber she had ever seen, and the biggest bed. Heavy with patterned drapes and furs for blankets, a huge jewelled dragon looming over the bed head.

Hadad had gaily welcomed her to a stood by his feet and plied her with warmed fruit tasting wine and small sweet meats. She ate without thinking, and the wine was more than pleasant. But she looked at the bed with apprehension. Hadad noticed and kept up the string of small talk to relieve her anxiety. Nesta had proven a surprise the previous night. That she was virginal there was no doubt, but that she had learned much, unconsciously, from the travel was also not in doubt. He had done far more than he had originally intended and yet she seemed not averse to more. He would see the reactions of this one and decide who was to be trained.

Jacs had shivered in fear as Hadad gently divested her clothing and sat her on the bed. He still talked gently as he held each small breast in a firm but light touch. He cupped them and rubbed each nipple to a sensitive peak before bending his head to rub his tongue over each. He was rewarded as the shiver of fear was replaced with a gasp and shiver of a totally different kind. He kissed her slowly but deeply and felt her body move involuntarily. Good, her mind was still unwilling but her body was not! Still kissing her around the neck and throat and back to her now pouting mouth, he guided her hands towards his shirt closing.

Jacs mind was in turmoil. This went against everything her mother and father had instilled into her - this was a pleasure to be enjoyed when married to a loving partner, not for gratification of any kind. But she could not stop her body’s natural reactions to the stimulus, nor stop her hands from releasing the thong and helping his shirt fall to the ground.

When his hand wandered between her legs he had to apply a firm pressure to gain entry. Nesta had lain back her legs open in invitation! Now Jacs felt unknown waves of feeling wash over her as his fingers entered and explored her most intimate areas. And she did not want him to stop when he fingered the small nodule that was her pleasure button. He stood and dropped his night leggings. She shrank back at the sight of the huge manhood. But he reached for her, bringing her back to the chair by the fire, kissing her all the while as he sat, grasping her buttocks firmly. She nearly cried in anguish as she was lifted gently but firmly over him, the cry becoming a low moan as she was slowly lowered and the huge throbbing member entered her prepared space. A sharp pain made her cry as he lifted her again and plunged her down hard, breaking the barrier that had been there since birth. He playfully bounced her up and down on him like a child on a knee, wiping the tears that had fallen. He studied the emotions that played across her face so openly as he moved slowly within her. She could not move of her own accord, her mind would not let her, so he moved her up and down gently with his own motion, kissing the bemused, fearful and yet aching face. She WANTED this but she FOUGHT it!

Enough, he thought, this one is to be trained. She is ripe for turning. One hand held the back of her head as he kissed her fiercely in his own need, the other holding her hard against his now hard piercing as he felt her shuddering long release before he felt his own.

Holding her on him he staggered to the bed, flinging her down and plunged deeply inside again, holding her arms out to her sides, arching to seize her nipples as he nearly tore her in his need for MORE.

She too would say nothing to Nesta the next day, she was sore in more than body, and would only whimper in disbelief and shame.

And the castle learned who was to be the new ‘wife’ and who was to be Trained. Nesta was installed in Hadad’s bed permanently, and Jacs had a whole WING of the place to herself.

Joey had a place by neither permanently, but was a ‘Gofer’ for both and the senior officers. She swiftly grew far more knowing than her years implied and men had to be careful what they said around ‘Hadad’s Small Ears’.