Sally and Danika got to the mines, and the slaves were happy to see Sally. Danika didn't know how her former personal maid established such a good relationship with these people.
She seems to be the only slave the people of Salem love wholeheartedly.
"Let's not stand around looking lazy as dumbs! Come on, everyone! Get back to work!" Karandy ordered as he came into view.
Everyone went right back to work. His eyes stared at Danika. "You. Follow me! We're going to have a conversation privately!"
Danika's heart skipped three beats. She doesn't need this now. She's barely recovering from the things the king did to her five moon-nights ago.
Karandy is still waiting for her to permit him so that he can use her body for his carnal satisfaction, whenever or however he wanted.
"But, I have to work the mines." Danika tried to p
1755 word(s) Published 15 Vetta took his dick into her mouth and sucked him hard, down to the back of her throat, and he groaned. She held him there and sucked him repeatedly. Her mouth couldn't cover all the grounds, so, she used her hand to stroke the parts her mouth couldn't touch. The king groaned, his eyes staring at her. She was kneeling in between his legs as she sucked him off. She bobbed her head up and down, her tongue trailing his scars and licking at them. The sensation made Lucien groaned again, and he pulled away from her completely and got up. She was kneeling already so, he held her mouth and shoved himself deep into her mouth until she took a mouthful of him in and gagged. He held himself there and started fucking her mouth roughly. Vetta relaxed underneath, her mouth ta
1396 word(s) Published 16. Danika was still kneeling, she stared up at the King, her heart beating in her chest. She doesn't know what to expect. Will he share her or command her torture session? "Get up and strip, Danika." He commanded, opening up yet a new scroll. Chad was in the room and for the first time, Danila couldn't pick up what the man was thinking or feeling. It was something to be afraid of because the man was always like an open book. But now, his face remained as expressionless as Lucien's. Her hands turned sweaty. She got up and started removing her clothes one after another. She removed the pins on her hair, loosening it wildly. Then, she removed everything from her corset down to her underthings. Naked, she tried not to stare at any of them, her gaze pinned to the ground.
1088 word(s) Published 17 The king started forward. "To the bed." She nodded, relieved that it's the bed but at the same time scared out of her mind. She knows what he's capable of doing to her and just the thought of it had panic closing down her throat. She climbed on it and gave him her back. She closed her eyes tight and started a silent prayer to the Creator in her mind. She was so scared, her body shaking. The ruffle of clothes was heard, then he came up behind her. She was liquid underneath from the session, and his searching hands soon discovered it. He groaned approvingly and guided himself towards her opening, his hand holding her hips as he worked himself into her. He didn't shove right in like he did that night in her room. Instead, he pushed slowly, stretching her until he was all
Chad wrapped her up like the King ordered and carried her out of the room. Danika slept exhaustedly in his arms while he carried her away from the King's quarters, down to the servant quarters. He just rounded the corner when he saw Vetta coming forward. She took one look at them, and her eyebrows shot up. "What's wrong with her?" She asked as she strode forward, her forehead knitted in a frown. "She had a session," Chad answered simply. A smile spread across Vetta's face and her heart lifted. She wants the Princess to keep suffering for everything her family did to them. No amount of pain is enough. "She passed out? Which session? The whip? Strip session? Crawl and torture? Devil's session? Which one?" She called most of the names the slaves had given most of the torture sessions over the years, barely able to curb her excitement. "It wasn't any of those, Mistress." That had Vetta frowning again. She took a good look at Danika
When she stormed in, they stopped and stared at her. Anger darkened King Lucien's eyes. "Vetta?" One word. A loaded question. "I'm s-sorry, my king. I didn't know you were in the middle of something so important..." She faltered because she did know, but she didn't believe. Lucien's mouth flattened in displeasure. He turned his attention back to the message man. "Get out." He dropped in a dismissive tone. Vetta doesn't need to be told twice. She bowed her head and stepped out of the room in shame. She didn't have to go and disgrace herself like that at all. Slave Danika got her all twisted, she's taking actions without thinking them through. She shouldn't do impulsive things that'll make the king lose favor in her. No, she needs to do other things, she thought with a sudden smile. It's high time
Danika's insides are practically quivering in fear and panic but she didn't let it show on the outside. She wouldn't give this woman the satisfaction."What am I doing here?" She asked politely, but her chin was tilted in that upward manner only a royalty can attain with ease.Vetta took one step closer and slapped her so hard across the face, Danika's head whipped to the side. For a full minute, she couldn't hear a thing as her ear rang, the pain reverberating all through her body."Let's get one thing straight, Slave." Vetta intoned, fasting her hand into Danika's hair and yanking it back to stare at her face openingly. "You do not get to question me!"Danika gritted her teeth. She said nothing, but her eyes burned with fire and anger for this woman.The king's torture is one thing...but a torture from his mistress is one that riles her up so much, especially when she hasn't do
1775 word(s) Published 21 When Sally ran out of the dungeon, Vetta can only laugh as she watched Danika shake on her knees. The slave can't do a thing. The king gave her permission to torture Danika, and there's nothing anybody can do about it. She gave the guards sign-order for them to stop whipping her. They bowed their heads. She stared at Danika. "See....even your slave you charmed has left you." She drawled as she walked close to the slave in front of her. Danika could barely hear the woman. Everywhere hurts. Her back is on fire. Her body no longer feels like her own. Tears fell from her eyes in waves, her body trembling while the Mistress laughed and made talks in front of her. "I will enjoy doing this to you daily. Torturing you is special fun on its own. The king has been way too kind o
1009 word(s) Published 22 Sally led the King and Baski to the particular dungeon where Vetta held Danika. When Sally entered the cave, Vetta was ready to laugh at her for her incompetence and stupidity, and she was ready to tell her to get out because no amount of pleading will save her princess from her hand. She opened her mouth, but the words were immediately cut off when Lucien strode right behind the little slave. The shock on Vetta's face was massive. "M-My King!" She stuttered out in shock, bowing her head. But none of them were staring at her. The king, Baski, and Sally's eyes were on a very unconscious Danika whose back was so bloody, the strokes of whip visible....some of it tearing her skin open. "Oh, Creator...!" Sally started crying again so openingly, but she didn't reach fo