She stood, unable to tear her eyes away from them. Then she almost jumped out of her skin as the man in the front gave a roar. She heard a choking noise coming from Lila. The man’s eyes closed with pleasure. When he opened them again, he was looking straight at her, and she realised she had made a noise.
He grunted to his companion, who was still ramming into Lila. He turned to look, and laughed. “Well, there certainly are a lot of fine women around here. Want to get her warmed up while I finish knocking up this slut?”
Lila turned to look at her too. A trickle of white fluid dribbled from her lips, and her expression was one of horror as she saw that Sophiana had not escaped.
The other barbarian lunged forward and grabbed her arm before she could flee. “Idiot!” he grabbed her chin painfully, turning her face to look at him. “It’s the sodding princess. You fuck her, and the boss will have your balls off.” He squeezed her breast, making her cry out. “Might be worth it, though, she’s a ripe one. I’d better take her downstairs.”
Without a further word, he dragged her out of the door and down the tower’s staircase. She struggled, but he responded by holding her close against him, so she could feel his hard cock through his pants and his hot, foul breath on her face, while he groped her.
Finally, he dumped her on the cold stone floor. She realised she was in the Great Hall, where her father had held court, but it was far from the way she remembered it. Barbarian guards were everywhere. A line of women stood against one wall, naked except for chains and collars round their necks. And on her father’s throne sat Lord Koran.
She glared hatefully at him. A minor noble, she’d long been disturbed by his lustful glances at her body. Rumours of his depravities abounded. He was known to have lured several innocent young noble women into scandals which made them unfit for marriage. His conduct amongst the serving girls was even more reprehensible. He was known to have had his way with most of them, and Lila had once confided that she believed it was only the royal influence which kept her safe from him.
But shocking as it was to see Koran as the obvious architect of this plot, she was more shocked to see those who stood behind him. To his right was a massive barbarian warrior in spiked armour, presumably leader of the northerners. His crotch-plate was adorned with a massive, erect iron phallus, which Sophiana hoped was exaggerated, as it dwarfed even the members of the barbarians who had raped Lila.
To his left was a woman, coldly beautiful with black hair that reached down to her ass. She was naked, and covered in intricate red tattoos. That, and the ruby-tipped staff she told, clearly said she was a mage, and a practitioner of the darker arts.
But what horrified Sophiana most was the sight of her mother, naked and collared, crouching like a dog in front of the throne. Koran held her leash, and her face was streaked with tears.
“Well, now,” Koran said. “The little princess. I was worried you’d managed to slip away. Now, what shall I do with you?” |