Warning: Explicit sexual scenes, nudity and sexual content
LYRA had no choice.
She lay on the bed as his tongue moved between her thighs licking her couchie while she winced in pain and displeasure. Down she hated being a woman. Forced to sacrifice her self respect and dignity for the satisfaction and approval of a man.
He moved to her chest licking her nipple while his hand dug into her area. The displeasure still lingered,. She forced a moan from her lips pretending to enjoy it so her master would be encouraged to do more.
Then he pushed his part into her couchie again. It was painful at first slowly turned into something that felt like pleasure. He moved in and out drawing loud moans from her mouth despite herself.
The master smiled, pleased by the effect he was having on LYRA. As he continued he bent down. Kissed her. The kiss was slow at first grew desperate as though he had waited a long time for this. Though he took LYRA every week. Their tongues met the kisses deepened and to her surprise she began to feel herself giving in. He enjoyed it more.
When he pulled away she had no choice but to hold his part with her hand pretending enthusiasm. If she didn't punishment would follow. She then took it into her mouth. He released his fluid as his hand moved to her butt. She. Allowed it. Obedience was her only option.
His hand moved lower exploring another place the hole making LYRA pause.
"Enjoy the pleasure " the master said.
She leaned toward his neck kissing and licking it while he held her hips slowly squeezing her butt admiring how smooth her skin felt. He wondered how sex could feel this good. He had never enjoyed it completely before.
Suddenly LYRA stopped to catch her breath. The master paused too respecting the moment.
After a minute they continued. LYRA turned, presenting herself to him as he pushed into her again holding her waist as he moved repeatedly. Only heaven knew how many moans escaped her lips. Sounds that felt like music to his ears.
Then he. Stood up leaving LYRA confused as she lay there on the bed breathless.
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LYRA's point of view
He stood up suddenly leaving me confused.
He turned to face me his hanging cork red from the impact he had inflicted on me earlier. His grey eyes met mine briefly before shifting into their usual cold stern gaze.
"Go and serve me " he said. It meant one thing. He was hungry.
To avoid trouble I stood up. Searched for clothes to put on but he caught my hand.
"What did I tell you time?" he asked coldly. "No sex slave wears clothes in my castle unless told to."
I nodded. I had no choice.
That meant I had to walk naked through the castle and go downstairs to get his food fully aware of the guards lustful stares. I couldn't blame them. It wasn't every day one saw a naked girl roaming the halls.
I did this all the time wandering the castle without clothes. The guards were already used to it. It was tradition I was forced to obey. Other sex slaves went through the same thing. This was my assigned week. I had to comply.
Without thinking I left the room and headed downstairs. Maids and guards glanced at me. I ignored them and entered the kitchen.
I was a sex slave in the castle, powerless and bound to obey my master. I had once been a girl with loving parents until a fire took them away from me. I was sent to the kingdoms orphanage. When I turned sixteen I was bought by the king. My master.
I thought I would become a maid. What followed shattered that hope.
I was ordered to strip in front of him. When I hesitated, confused he slapped me hard across the face. I still remembered the pain of that day. I had no choice. Refusal would have cost me my life or something worse.
Now I was nineteen. Three years of torture and pain. I wished my parents hadn't died in that fire. I wished I had never entered that orphanage. I wished I hadn't been born a woman. I wished men like my master had never existed.
They found pleasure in women's pain and tears.
A tear slipped down my face. I wiped it away quickly. This was the world we lived in. A world where men enjoyed seeing us naked, stripped, harassed, raped and beaten.
When I entered the kitchen the castle chef looked at me briefly before turning away. I knew it was uncomfortable for him to see me naked every day. It didn't matter. The rule was clear: no sex slave was allowed to wear clothes unless there was a function.
I didn't mind much. My long thick hair covered most of my body. My breasts and my butt. Leaving me to shield myself with my hand.
I was grateful for my hair. It was my comfort.
After placing his food on a tray I carried it quickly back, to his room. Set it on the table.
He looked angry. Said nothing. Once the food was placed before him I did what I always had to do.
I sat on his lap facing him spreading my legs as I fed him. He said he enjoyed watching me do this while naked.
For the time he smiled, his lips moving to my breasts. My body. Large breasts, a waist and wide hips. Made me one of his favourites.
Afterwards I fed him in silence certain he enjoyed his meal. When I moved to clear the table he finally spoke.
"Leave it. The maids will handle it.. Rest."