The Shrinemaiden (The Maidens) (11 page)

“Do you want Garrant to mount you, fuck you like an animal in the gardens, Adelai?” The anger was more apparent in his voice now, as was the tinge of jealousy. “Ramming into your sweet cunt, a bitch in heat? Lovely slut. How quickly you spread your legs for royalty, little maiden.” The thrusting grew harder, and Adelai bucked underneath him, crying out and unsure of where the pain ended and where the pleasure began. It hurt, but the hurt felt like a natural extension of the pleasure he was forcing her to feel. “No cumming, my sweet slut. If you spend within the next five minutes without my permission, I will be forced to give you a more fitting punishment.”

How could he order her not to spend when he was doing this to her? Already her pussy was protesting against the rough fucking she was being given, the captain showing no signs of letting up as the thrusts of the phallus into her sheath only increased. He wanted her to orgasm, Adelai realized dimly. He wanted her to orgasm, because he was planning to punish her all along….

She tried her best not to climax, trying not to clench against the wooden cock as it rammed in and out of her, but she knew soon enough it was a lost cause. Already she could feel the beginnings of an impending orgasm that seemed to start from somewhere in her womb, and she was helpless to stop it. She shuddered and cried out, nearly bending her body in two as she thrashed against her bonds, waves of ecstasy shooting through her.

He had withdrawn the phallus and tossed it off to one side as she slowly wound down, and he gave her no time to recover. As she sank back down onto the bed, a hard slap against her buttock made her squeal. “Did I tell you to rest?” The captain snarled again.

Tired as she was, Adelai struggled to follow, and received another hard slap on her ass for her efforts, and then another.

SMACK! CRACK! SMACK!

His arm was firm against her back, keeping her in place while the spankings continued. Adelai cried out in pain. She could feel her ass heat up, the skin there turning red underneath his hand, and still he continued. Despite the abuse she could feel her pussy grow creamy, the wetness spilling out to run down her thighs and legs, obvious evidence she was turned on by the humiliating punishment. Her hips swayed, even gyrating upward with every slap, as if her body was begging the captain for yet another.

By the time he was done her buttocks were a bright cherry red, the smell of her arousal filling the room. The captain was also panting, his blue eyes glittering. Adelai’s own face was tear-streaked, and she was whimpering against the bedsheets even as she was on fire with the need to have him inside her.

“Please,” she heard herself moan, even as the captain slid into place behind her. “Please….”

“Not yet, my sweet,” he whispered. His thumb pressed slowly into the hard pearl of her womanhood, rubbing deliberately in slow, clockwise circles. It only served to increase the frustration. He stroked her wet folds, and then sank the tip of his thumb into her.

“You’re so wet, little maiden. Did you like my punishment? You’re so fucking wet, I can feel you clamping down so hard on my finger, like a vise….”

Adelai’s eyes widened as she felt both his thumb and index finger sink into her, and she screamed into the bedcovers, at how painfully delicious he was opening her up. “That’s right, Adelai. Every time another man fucks you, I want you to remember me.” His fingers twisted inside her cruelly. “Every time they slam their cocks into your tight cunt, you’re going to remember how it felt like to be with me, how much you love this. Each. And every. Fucking. Time.” The palm of his hand ground against her clit. “It doesn’t matter how many men you’ll have, Adelai. You will always be mine, and I will always come back to claim you as my own sweet whore.” His fingers twisted again, and Adelai screamed loudly. She couldn’t take it. He was playing her body like a finely tuned instrument, knowing just where to place pressure, just when to stop to keep her from her release.

“Please!”

“Tell me, Adelai. Tell me you’re always going to be my whore.”

“I will always be your whore!” His finger rubbed against a spot inside her that made her keen even louder.

“Say you belong to me, Adelai.”

“I belong only to you!” It felt like she was babbling, the words tumbling out of her lips without coherent thought, but she also knew that she meant each and every word she said. “No other man will ever matter! I will always be yours! Yours to fuck, whenever and wherever you want! Oh, please, Thornton! Aaaaah - “

She screamed at the top of her lungs as his fingers disappeared, replaced almost immediately by his long cock, thrusting into her without ceremony, so deep inside her she felt like he was pushed up against her womb. That thrust alone was enough to send her into a convulsing orgasm, but the captain wasn’t stopping, continuing to plow into her while she shuddered in blissful release.

“You’re mine.” The captain snarled, his thrusts still just as hard, even rougher than his earlier foreplay with the wooden cock.

“I’m your slut!” Adelai moaned without further prompting, raising her hips so he could sink even deeper inside her. That dirty promise sent her spiraling yet again into another climax, even as her pussy muscles clamped down harder around his cock, like a suction. She felt the man above her groan hoarsely, his shaft swelling up before emptying his seed inside her in long spurts. Adelai sucked each and every jet of cream from him, letting him ride her climax until she finally trembled with exhaustion, sinking back down on the mattress.

The captain collapsed down on top of her, his hard body settling against her soft curves, and Adelai welcomed his weight, welcomed the feel of his hard breathing against her back. His face was buried within the tangled mess of her hair, his hands reaching around her to stroke against her breasts, cupping them with none of the forcefulness or urgency he had previously exhibited.

After some minutes, he lifted himself upon his elbows, and kissed her shoulder. “Did I hurt you, little maiden?” He sounded brusque, still harsh from their rutting, but she detected the concern in his voice, and she had to smile.

“Uhm.” She could only sigh, happy than she had ever been. She moaned again as his hips brushed against her sore buttocks, but it still felt wonderful.

“I am sorry, sweet. But your encounter with Garrant made me angry.” He dropped a kiss down her back. “And I promised your high priestess to train you in every technique and method she wanted, in exchange for being your trainer.”

“You are truly my trainer?” Adelai gasped aloud when she felt him harden, still inside her. If he could revive so quickly like this, how was she going to survive?

“Surprised, little one?” He laughed, as her pussy walls clenched around his now-thick mast. It felt like she could feel every nerve and ridge in his cock. “A tea your high priestess prepared for me had some… unexpected effects. I’d turned down one the night of your bidding, but I thought you might like this better. I have at least one month to train you to fuck, Adelai. Barely enough time to teach you everything I know, to show you all the things I like to do. And so - again, little maiden. Again, and again, until you are too sore to cum, and then
again
.” And with that, he reared up and thrust hard into her.

CHAPTER EIGHT

The Lessons

She was taught all about endurance during those first few days of her training, where the captain would fuck her for hours on end, with no signs of letting up. His own virility came as a shock, and even though she knew that he had been taking some tea to prolong his stamina, she had no idea how long he could actually fuck her until she was pleading with him to let her rest. She knew of the tea’s properties, but she was also certain the captain was lasting far longer than the average male would have.

As a result, it felt like every waking moment she had was spent with him inside her, or with him about to penetrate her, with his cock lasting several bouts before he could be persuaded to finally cum inside her. Whenever he needed a break, the captain would return to some of the many toys provided for their amusement, keeping her squirming and crying out in pleasure as he slid shafts of various sizes into her orifices, alternating the speed and the pace to drive her wild. She was a breathless, helpless mess during those few days, with the captain pausing only long enough for her to get a drink of water and a half hour’s rest at most, before starting again. The only time there would be a break was when their meals arrived, thrice a day, their food left outside after that first polite knock. Sometimes other necessities, such as clean towels and new candles would be provided for in the same manner. It occurred to Adelai just how private and secretive the whole training process was, even if the servants were forbidden to look in on them. In the captain’s case, that was probably for the better. The less people who knew that a Sarcopian officer was inside the temple of Inne-Anneah, training one of the new shrinemaidens instead of scouting out the vast forests and cities of Atalantea, then so much the better.

Adelai had never felt so sore, although the captain was very considerate afterward, bringing her warm cloth heated from some of the lighted candles to place against her well-used cunny. While she knew that the Captain derived much pleasure from their rutting, she sensed that this was also part of the deal he had made with the high priestess. At this point, her skin so heightened and sensitized by his touch, that Adelai no longer cared if Saleia’s instructions had been to fuck her to her death, so long as it was the captain who carried out the orders.

During those days when they took a break, with her sprawled across his chest, deeply sated from a previous bout of sex, they would talk. She learned that Thornton was the youngest of three children, all sons, by a family of longstanding reputation within Sarcopia, with close ties to the previous king. His eldest brother had entered politics, his second into the priesthood, and at a young age Thornton had expressed a desire to join the military when he was old enough. He had slowly worked his way up the ranks, becoming one of the youngest lieutenants in the army by the time the last king had died and Garrant had assumed the throne.

“When Garrant came into power, everything changed,” he told her soberly, and the softer, more vulnerable expression he had worn in these quiet respites after sex hardened again. “Many of the advisors and generals who were loyal supporters of the old king were exiled or imprisoned indefinitely. Garrant knew well enough that to kill most of them outright would provoke an outcry among the people, so he foisted imaginary crimes against them and threw them into the dungeons. But those he considered dangerous he executed anyway - some of them my friends. He promoted many of the younger men into their positions - myself included. We don’t have as much influence as our predecessors, which was what he intended. The only people at court today with any real positions of power are those fanatically loyal to him.”

To ease his mind, Adelai found herself telling him a little more about herself, too. She had never known her parents, and had only dim recollections of what their faces looked. That she had been sold to the temple at three years old, and had been determined from an early age to make the most of what she had been given.

“Do you not wish sometimes, to find out who your true parents were?” The captain had asked her, his hand stroking idly at the curve of her breast.

“I do.” Adelai admitted. “But even if I did, I don’t think it would make much difference now. They were simple people, far from royalty as anyone could get. I don’t think anyone would even remember them now. They have been gone from my life for such a long time that they would be as much strangers to me as I would be to them even if they were living.” The high priestess had been very candid about telling her the circumstances of her coming to the temple, and had warned her that attempting to dwell over her parents’s death can result only in grief. Adelai trusted in Saleia enough to know that in this matter at least, she was right. “Still, sometimes I can’t help but wonder about what my life would have been like if I had never been born with my eyes the way they are.”

“Any circumstance that might have prevented my knowing you, I would very much dislike.” Thornton said, kissing her eyelid.

Warring with these brief moments of peace and comfort were the days when he taught her how pain could so easily mingle with pleasure. Many days had passed with Adelai on her back, bound once more while the captain teased her flesh with various implements that both hurt and increased her passions. He had earlier introduced her to a strange device he had called a plug, and Adelai was oblivious to both its purpose and his intentions until he had oiled up her ass and sank it inside her, at the last place she expected him to. She had heard of this, of course, knew that some people enjoyed it in this manner, but hindsight had not prepared her for this burning pain.

It hurt, and she had whimpered and cried at the strange feelings as the plug sank further into her, stretching out her hole, which had never been used before. To feel something so large inside her in such a way felt both humiliating and exhilarating at the same time.

“You must endure, my Adelai.” The captain said with a slow smile, as he pushed it slowly further in, until she was sure it could no longer go any further. “It will make you easier to breach with my cock when the time comes.”

That he was intending to force himself into her this way was thrilling and frightening, and sent conflicting emotions through her. He kept the plug inside her for hours on end, repeating the procedure every day even when he inflicted other tortures on her body, that gradually she grew accustomed to it. Once he had bent her over his lap for a small transgression - she had orgasmed again when he had told her not to - and had spanked her unmercifully until her buttocks were a fiery red from the force of his blows, and all that with the plug still buried deeply inside her, forcing her muscles to clench around it involuntarily with every smack. He had even fucked her cunt multiple times with the plug still fully embedded inside her, and the unexpected pressure of having two large objects inside her brought her to new heights of pleasure.