Atze is Sold

The cargo hold of the supply transport smelled like stale grain and preservative mist. Atze could hear crewmen walking by the entry door, laughing and talking. No one entered the cargo hold where she was caged. Her master, Denier must have commanded them not to touch her, which meant that he still cared for her well being in some way. Still, having been publicly flogged and ignominiously deposited on this second rate vehicle to who knew where, she was well aware that she was not yet forgiven for what she had done.
She pretended to sleep when she felt the transport land. Didn’t want to have to look her escort in the eye. To let him see her humiliation. She didn’t speak to any of the guards as she was carried off the transport in her cage. Night was coming. Deep shadows of dusk made the deserted beach seem wild and dangerous. There was a lone tree a few feet from the water’s edge, an exotic, gnarled old thing laden with poison fruit. Atze was removed from her cage by impersonal hands. A manacle was placed around her neck, the end chained to the tree.
She was left there naked with no rations or words of parting. Had Denier sent her to die? The air blowing off the sea was a refreshing change from the claustrophobic cargo hold. The air was getting warmer by the minute. Sweat trickled from her armpits and between her breasts. The rough bark cut into her skin but Atze didn’t care. If this was what Denier believed to be the appropriate punishment, then that was fine with her. It could have been much worse. She went to sleep with her back against the tree’s massive trunk.
She dreamt that her prince had come back for her in the night. She shivered delicately and arched her back languidly as his hot tongue closed over her breast. Teeth tugged playfully on her nipple. His finger slid inside her moist cunt and out, slowly. She woke smiling as his mouth closed over hers. Her eyes flew open in shock as she realized that she kissing a complete stranger.
She tried to push him away but he was too large. Her tether rattled.
“Don’t.” a stern voice warned.
That voice was so similar to Denier’s that she froze.
The man backed away. He seemed strange and demonic in the blue-moon light. Dark hair, gray eyes. He had a severe expression.
“I’m not as lenient with the transgressions of body slaves as my sibling. Is that understood?”
His voice was flint hard. He seemed angry. Atze stared at him blankly for the longest while, until she finally understood what was happening. Her throat constricted. It felt as if her heart had been ripped out.
“He sold me?” Tears sprang to her eyes. “You’re lying!”
The man, who looked like Denier but seemed larger and older, fixed her with a cold stare. His boots crunched in the sand. They were the ridiculously expensive kind, made from Tirellian dragon skin with sapphire studded fasteners.
“You will never speak unless I give you leave to do so. Nod once if you understand me.”
Atze nodded shakily unable to suppress a violent shudder. Who was this man? What was he going to do with her? He continued speaking, barely acknowledging her response.
“Your behavior on Tirel was despicable. Tonight’s punishment will be repeated if you make the same mistake again.”
He whistled softly into the night. A scantily clad man and beast emerged from the shadows.
“The criminal as you requested, Pelim. Do what you will.”
She didn’t know what he was, beside beautiful. Silver eyed and smooth all over, his skin glowed like the night blue sky sprinkled with gold dust. He was tattooed in black ink from head to toe. Something turbulent brewed in his atavistic eyes. He smiled down at her maliciously.
“If I may Prince Rohan…”
His voice, velvet smooth and somehow cold, made her cringe. He gestured toward his beast companion. An overlarge, blue haired and golden eyed creature that brought to mind, some sort of rabid wolverine.
“Netu likes this one very much.”
The master looked from Atze to the beast. Noting her horrified expression, he nodded.
“Excellent suggestion, Pelim. Now I must be off. You know how agitated the princess gets when I’m away for too long. I’ll return for you in the morning.”
As the master walked by him, Atze watched Pelim turn toward him. The man kissed his mouth so tenderly that Atze’s throat went dry. She heard the soft whirring of a transport taking to the air.
Pelim approached Atze. She scrambled backward against the tree. His words gave her a chill.
“You’re beautiful. Your skin glows when you sweat like this. Even your sweat smells sweet. I would have you myself… but Netu – faithful brother that he is, so rarely asks for anything.”
The beast towered over her, bright eyed and panting. Its eyes glittered dangerously. It’s rough tongue lapped at her collarbone. She cringed, tried to move away. Pelim brought a jeweled knife up to her face.
“It would be such a pity if I had to mar your beautiful skin. But don’t think I won’t. You hurt someone I care about. All I need is an excuse to cut you.”
Netu licked at her breasts. Its breath was hot on her slippery skin. Atze shuddered helplessly. Warmth spread through her. Her eyes stung with tears she was too terrified to shed.
“Get on your knees.” Pelim ordered.
He twisted the dagger threateningly. She obeyed shaking. She sobbed when Netu mounted her from behind. His shaft sank into her cunt. His cock was thick and muscular, knobby not smooth. And hot as a furnace. She tightened around him. Hated him while he fucked her more thoroughly and exquisitely than anyone, even Denier had. Could have died from shame when her resistance broke down.
Pelim watched, enthralled as the criminal struggled against her chains, bucking obscenely. In the blue-moon lit night there were only y her ragged, ecstatic cries and Netu’s throaty growls. As the red moon came up setting the entire coast on fire, the wolf-demon found its release. Hot semen gushed into Atze’s quaking, used up passage. Atze had already lost count of how many times she’s climaxed violently, praying for the assault to stop. Praying it never would.
She remained where she was, on her knees, sobbing. Still chained by her neck to the tree. Her ass was still pointed skyward. Her cunt dripped sticky wet. That damnable creature licked her dry. Strange, it seemed such a tender gesture.
That obnoxious slave, Pelim, knelt beside her. His breath was shallow, coming in quick gasps. She could hear the frantic sound of aroused flesh, his hand pumping his cock. Finally there was a strangled moan. Warm liquid spurted all over her. He chuckled maliciously. She supposed her humiliation was complete.
“Good job. Now, we’ll see how Netu likes being your master from now on mmmh?”

The next night, sandwiched between the prince and Jali Anaman, Pelim repeated his announcement. The princess froze in the act of idly caressing his cock. She laughed softly.
“You made her Netu’s slave? How perfectly cruel!”
Pelim stiffened, turning away from her.
“Cruel? My brother will not harm her.”
Apologetic, Jali Anaman kissed the flesh between his shoulder blades.
“I know that Pelim. But think of how it would look. She doesn’t understand about you and Netu- the transformation process and all that. What she must be thinking!”
The prince embraced Pelim, lavishly kissing his mouth. Soon enough they were all wrapped up in each other, the princess’ accidental insult forgotten. She sighed contentedly beside the writhing bodies. Their fevered moans lulled her to sleep.