by Diana Ames
Then, she thought of the old woman who had brought her to this room. Why was she so dismal? Why did she tell her to run? Mellissandra felt so confused. Being a submissive wasn’t dangerous. She just had to do what she would be told. Granted, she knew that wouldn’t be easy with her personality, but she was strong enough to control her temper and hide her independent spirit. So what if I have to have sex with the prince? How bad could it be?
The hard part, Mellissandra knew, would be smuggling money, jewelry, or anything of value out of the castle to her family. The castle and grounds, nearly self-sufficient, were practically their own city. But she knew she would find a way. It was why she’d volunteered for this, and she wouldn’t fail.
Again, Mellissandra noticed the chill in the air, and she realized that the fire had burned low. She rose to her feet and looked for a wood box, but a quick search of the room turned up no wood or kindling anywhere. Mellissandra also noticed that her food tray had been removed.
Feeling confident that someone would be along soon with fresh food and wood for the fire, Mellissandra decided to use the bathing chamber. There were three doors in the room, one on each side of the fireplace and one to the left of the bed. Mellissandra assumed the one next to the bed led to an adjoining bedroom, so she disregarded that one.
Going to the one to the left of the fireplace, Mellissandra turned the handle and opened the door. She searched the wall inside the door for a light switch but found none. Heading back into the bedroom, she found an oil lamp and matches on the mantle. She lit the lantern and went back through the door into another room. She stopped abruptly, her jaw going slack at the sight in front of her. She was not in the bathing chamber.
***
“Her name is Jenalynn Felix,” Damian told the woman standing in front of him. “She has no family, and she was living in poverty when she applied for the position.”
“So, no one will miss her if she dies?” Dr. Gillian “Gilly” Portsmith asked.
“If she dies,” Damian said in harsh voice, “I will personally make sure he is charged with murder. He’s gone too far this time. She wasn’t even trained.”
“You know we can’t do that,” Gilly told him. “We have to have an heir from him. He’s the last of the royal family.”
“Do you think his twisted genes should be passed on to an innocent baby? He’s lost his mind, and it’s only getting worse. Look at her!” Damian said fiercely.
“You know why he is the way he is. He was twisted by circumstances, not genetics,” Gilly said. “And I don’t have to look at her. I was the one to clean her and tend to her wounds. There is practically no skin left on her back, buttocks, and thighs. She has a severe head wound as well, which is why she has not regained consciousness. However, her vitals are all strong, so I believe she will survive.”
Damian sighed. He almost thought the poor woman would be better off if she died. She was going to have hideous scars all over her body. At least, she wouldn’t have to look at them as they were all down her back side. She would have severe pain until she completely healed. Who knows how long that would take? And the icing on the cake was that the prince still wanted her.
***
Mellissandra shivered both from the chill in the room and from what she was seeing. The walls were stone with several shackles anchored to the stones at different height levels. In the center of the room, there was a tilting table made of metal with some sort of padding down the center. Another wall had different whips, knives, and things that Mellissandra didn’t recognize mounted on it.
It was too much for her to take in. This was a torture chamber. Was this why the old woman told me to run? If I’m not obedient, will I be brought here for punishment? Or is this something that will happen no matter how I behave?
As a nauseous feeling came over her, Mellissandra was grateful that she hadn’t attempted to eat. She quickly backed out of the barbarous room and closed the door tightly. She rested her forehead on the door and tried to still her pounding heart. She knew it wouldn’t help matters if she panicked. She had to remain calm. If she gave into the anxiety, she would run the risk of getting angry to cover her fear, and getting angry might land her chained up in that room. No, no, no, that won’t do at all.
With a deep breath, Mellissandra went to the door on the other side of the fireplace. She said a swift prayer, hoping this was the bathing chamber and not another torture area. When she tried to turn the doorknob, she found it locked. Confusion clouded her face. Why lock this door and not the door to the torture room? She could only imagine how bad it must be to be trapped behind a locked door, ignoring the fact that she was indeed trapped behind a locked door.
She crossed the room to try the last door. This was the bathing chamber. She easily found the light switch. Putting the oil lamp down on the counter, she extinguished the flame. The soft light from the bulbs was enough to illuminate the room without hurting her eyes.
The room was quite luxurious. In one corner was a large shower stall. The stall was surrounded by clear glass, and she could see multiple showerheads. Having never seen anything quite like it, she wondered if it was for multiple people to shower at once. The toilet area was sectioned off to allow privacy even though Mellissandra couldn’t imagine relieving herself with someone else in the room. And finally, in the center of the room was a large deep bathtub that had four seats and what looked like extra spouts surrounding it.
Mellissandra went to the tub and pushed down the plunger. Turning on the water, she adjusted the temperature until it was just right. Hopefully, the hot water would take the chill from her. Settling down onto one of the large seats, Mellissandra noticed a dial to the side of the faucet. When she turned the dial, the spouts began pushing air through the water, making bubbles. The jets of air and hot water felt so good against her cold skin that she slid down until only her head was out of the water.
Mellissandra came to the conclusion that if the other room was hell and torture, this room must surely be heaven and paradise.
***
Prince Anton strode out of the castle and through the courtyard. He was headed for the sex club on the property. His beast was rearing its ugly head inside of him. It had only been partially satisfied with his new blonde slave. Although he’d filled his bloodlust, his cock was still hungry.
He entered the club and went to the bar area. Getting a drink, he glanced around at the displays. He didn’t find anything overly appealing, but he wasn’t going to be too picky this evening.
“Anyone uninitiated?” the prince asked the bartender.
“No one new tonight,” the bartender told him. “We have a few who started just a few days ago that haven’t been used too heavily.”
Everyone knew the prince liked virgins. Barring that, he would put his cock into any tight hole.
“We have one that hasn’t been taken in the ass yet,” the bartender said, “but she requested pussy and mouth only.”
The prince grinned at the bartender. He knew his status would change the woman’s mind, and even if it didn’t, well, he would get his virgin hole one way or the other.
The bartender gestured across the room to a woman who was being spanked by a man wearing only leather chaps. Prince Anton tossed back his drink and headed over to the couple.
The man paused in spanking to look at the prince. He offered him the paddle, but the prince shook his head. The woman was bent over a short table with her ass high in the air. When the spanking stopped, she glanced up and caught her breath as she realized who was in front of her.
Prince Anton motioned for the man to continue the spanking. He pulled his cock out of his pants and stepped in front of the woman. When the paddle came down on her buttocks once again, he thrust his hardening cock between her lips. She grunted and took him deep into her mouth. Each whack of the paddle assisted her in taking him farther into her mouth.
“You suck beautifully, my lovely,” the prince said after a few minutes of her tugging and sucking on him. “
But I want more.” His eyes darkened at the thought of what he was going to do to the girl. “Stand up,” he instructed.
With his eyes, he motioned the man to the small cot in another corner. The man went over and sat down.
“Face him and mount him.” The prince’s voice allowed no room for argument.
She did as he’d asked.
“Lie down,” he commanded huskily.
Prince Anton just watched for a few minutes while the woman rode the man’s cock. It was an arousing sight, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted in her virgin ass, and it would be all the tighter with the other man’s cock filling her pussy. Grabbing a jar of lube from one of the many tables littering the club, he knelt between the man’s legs.
The woman stopped moving and looked over her shoulder at the prince. She froze when she saw him lubing up his cock. “Sire, oh no, I don’t…” she began.
“Shut up!” he demanded.
As he shoved himself into her unprepared anus, he shuddered with her scream of pain. He began to fuck her hard and fast. He grabbed her by her hair and shoved her face down into the chest of the man inside her pussy. The man was panting hard from the friction of the prince moving inside her ass.
“Please,” she whimpered in pain. “Stop. It hurts.”
“Shut up, bitch! You love my cock in your ass, you dirty whore. You want this.” He shoved harder inside her. He fisted her hair and pulled her head around to look at him. “Tell me you want it!”
“I…I…I want it, sire,” she complied fearfully.
After only a few minutes more of hard thrusting, the prince came in the woman’s ass. He pulled out, wiped off, and left as quickly as he’d arrived. With a satisfied smile on his face, he swiftly headed back to the castle. He needed to wash the filth off his body.
***
Mellissandra was finally relaxed as the water started cooling off again. She’d already run the hot water twice, and she had turned the knob to get the jets going three more times. It was the most wonderful bathtub she’d ever been in. She giggled softly as she wondered if she could just live in the tub, knowing it was a silly idea.
It was time for her to get out of the tub before the water got really cold. As she drew her legs up and got to a sitting position, she realized that she might have stayed in the water a little too long. She felt weak, her bones almost like jelly, as she tried to stand.
When she finally managed to get to her feet, she noted that the air in the bathing chamber was warm. It was most likely from all the hot water she had kept running. The mirror over the double sink was steamed over, and she could see fog in the beams of soft light coming from the bulbs.
Mellissandra scouted around the bathing chamber, looking for something to dry herself with. When she found a fluffy white towel to dry, she remembered the rules. She was not allowed covering unless granted so by the Teacher.
Mellissandra snatched up the towel and ran it over her wet body. The thick material felt soft and luxurious against her skin and it made her shake her head in disgust. They waste money on fine linens while there are people suffering in poverty. Mellissandra flung the towel over a rack and went back to the bedroom.
She shivered instantly as she went through the door. The fireplace was completely cold now, and it appeared as though no one had come to bring her wood or food. Mellissandra dashed for the bed and got under the heavy quilt.
With the bedside lamp still on, Mellissandra took the time to look around the room. It was large but sparsely furnished. The bed was wide and comfortable with a bedside table on each side of it. Against one wall there was a table with two wooden chairs, and directly in front of the fireplace was a plush-looking chair. But that was it. There was no television, no telephone, and no books.
Mellissandra wondered what she was supposed to do with her time when she wasn’t training to be the prince’s submissive. Surely, they didn’t expect her to sit here with nothing to occupy her mind or her hands. She’d go stark raving mad in two days.
Her rumbling stomach shook her out of her thoughts. Mellissandra realized then that she had no idea how long she’d been here. There were no windows in this room or in the bathing chamber, and although she couldn’t imagine there would be, she wasn’t about to go back into the torture room to see if there were any windows in there. So, she curled up under the heavy blanket and hoped that someone came with some food soon.
***
Damian slammed down the phone on the receiver. He was furious. It had not even been twelve hours since he’d vowed to keep the prince away from women, and the man had gone and sodomized someone at the club. He had to find a way to stop the prince.
He picked up the phone again and made another call. Within ten minutes, he would know where the prince was and what he was doing. Five minutes after that, Damian would be there as well. It was time for the Teacher to teach a lesson to the twisted little prince.
***
Prince Anton stepped out of his shower, his skin red and raw from the harsh scrubbing he’d given himself. He had scrubbed harder than normal after being in that filthy sex club, but the hurt he felt now was worth it. He’d fed his beast. He would be able to sleep tonight.
When the prince walked into his bedroom, he was surprised to find Damian sitting on his sofa, but he was more shocked by the look on his face. Damian was glaring at him. No one glares at me! I am the prince!
“Damian, I suggest you change your attitude before I forget that I’ve known you all your life and most of mine and have you thrown into a cell.”
“And I suggest, Anton,” Damian said derisively, “that you sit the fuck down and open your ears before I choose to forget that you are my prince, and I kick your ass until you are lying unconscious in the medical wing with the woman you nearly skinned last night.” Damian’s voice got louder and louder with each word until he was screaming.
The prince sat down.
Damian stood and began pacing the room. It wasn’t easy to take control of the person who literally held your fate in his sick, sadistic hands.
“This is what’s going to happen,” Damian said. “First, you are going to stay away from all women.”
“Just a minute…” the prince began.
“Shut the fuck up!” Damian shouted over him. “You nearly peeled the skin from Jenalynn Felix’s back. You’ll be lucky if she survives the damage you did to her. Then, you sodomized a woman in my club. You’re a fucking rapist, and prince or not, you can still be arrested for rape.” Damian tried to calm his voice. “You are going to stay away from women until we can figure out how to fix you. If you’re not willing to learn how to treat a woman, I will be on the phone in ten seconds to have you arrested for rape and attempted murder.”
“I am the crown prince. How dare you speak to me like this,” Anton said in a meek tone of voice. He would never admit it to anyone, but Damian intimidated him. He awed him as well. Damian was powerful and respected, but he’d never had to hurt someone to gain that power and respect. His very presence demanded it.
“I dare anything I damn well please at this point,” Damian told him fiercely. “Do you want to go to prison? I guarantee the men there will make what you do seem like child’s play. And I know they’d love to get their hands on a virginal prince like yourself.” Damian took a deep breath and hated himself for what he was about to say. “These women are not your mother, Anton. You cannot punish her through them.”
Prince Anton jumped to his feet, his nostrils flaring. “She was your mother, too, Damian! And you don’t know a damn thing about it. Now, get the fuck out of my apartment.”
“You have until morning to decide. It’s my way or prison,” Damian said quietly before leaving the room.
Prince Anton flopped back down on the bed. He didn’t doubt Damian’s words for a moment. Damian would have him arrested, and even though he would be freed within twenty-four hours—most likely, without any charges sticking—a lot could happen in those hours.
But can I stay away fro
m women as Damian demanded? Can I find a way to control my beast without harming anyone? Rubbing his head, the prince went to his liquor cabinet.
It was going to be a long night.
CHAPTER FOUR
Dr. Gilly was disturbed by the sight that greeted her when she walked into the woman’s room. The blonde’s status had not changed. She was still face down on the massage cot. The cot had to be brought in specially because the wounds on her back could not have pressure or covering. The room itself was kept cool to promote the oozing wounds to clot. However with so little undamaged skin, even the slight rise and fall of her breathing caused the injuries to break open again.
But it wasn’t the woman or her condition that disturbed Gilly. It was Damian asleep in a chair by the woman’s side. Seeing him there, Gilly felt that Damian was defending the woman, therefore showing disloyalty to their prince. Their prince deserved Gilly and Damian’s consideration and respect.
Gilly had known the prince since he was a child; in fact, they were childhood playmates. She couldn’t really call their relationship a friendship because the prince did not have friends, but they had the same tutors as children, and they were the only royal children in the nursery.
Gilly’s father was a distant cousin to the king. When her father had finished his medical training, he’d immediately moved his family to the castle. It had been a lonely existence for her. Aside from the royal family, the only other people in the castle had been servants. The spec of royal blood she had kept her apart from the servants’ children, and the common blood she had kept her from being on equal footing with the prince. With no other playmates he’d had no options, and circumstance had thrown them together until they were twelve years old.
Gilly had watched the lonely boy become more and more twisted and cruel. Surprisingly though, he’d always been gentle with her. Since they had been thrown together before they really understood his status above hers, he’d thought of Gilly as a confidant. By the time they’d realized that they weren’t meant to mingle, their relationship was cemented. They were not friends but something more important. Gilly accepted the prince for what he was, and the prince knew he could go to Gilly without being judged for his actions.
