now this one isnt done just yet but I thought I would post it, just for some insight... I love writing these stories after a dream...
Krissy glares at Drake as she is dragged into his presence, kicking at the guy dragging her bound body. Her speech muffled by the cloth gag in her mouth, drool rolling down her face. She is forced to her knees before the mighty Pasha of Korat. Her eyes flashing with anger, knowing how close she had been to killing him for all the hurt he had done to her family. Unfortunately, Drake had caught wind of her plan and ordered a warrant for her arrest.
Her family had moved on by this point from Kadiz to Clan Island. Her sisters, Asia and Blod, were covering for her with both Mistresses, as girl travels back to Korat to settle a score with Pasha Drake. Drake rising from his chair, snaps Krissy back to attention, her snarls still muffled but grow louder as he approaches her.
He frowns at her "girl what you were planning on doing, I could easily have you killed for even thinking to attempt to kill me." His hand hitting her face hard with each word, causing Krissy's anger it rise, her body struggling to rid of the ropes so she hurt him like he was hurting her now.
His eyes taking in the sight of the girl, as he thinks to himself, seeing the brand upon her thigh, knowing it is Lady Taff's brand as well as the type of collar upon the tan raven haired beauty's neck. A smile comes to his face as an idea comes to him "Well girl, I think I have the perfect punishment for you." you will be put in the stock during the day, whipped with twenty lashes each day, and at night you WILL come to my chambers and keep my bed warm with your filly body."
Drake smirks as he sees her eyes flare with anger again, muffled speech coming from the gag sounding as if she saying, over my dead body you son of a bitch, among other things. Drake waves with his hands as if he is getting rid of a bug "Take her to the stock and keep her there until night, as well as administer the first of the three days of twenty lashes." Then when the sun has set, drag her to my chambers." Oh and rip those silks off of her."
Krissy tries to plant her feet defiantly on the ground, but the burly knight was bigger and stronger. Her feet lose traction on the floor, her body being dragged across the floor out onto the rough streets, scratching up her knees, as she kicks and screams trying to kick the knight where the sun doesn't shine.
The knight just laughs at her attempts to kick him, knowing if the gag weren't in place she would bite as well. Krissy growling and screaming into the gag, making a scene in the street, her raven locks falling from her ponytail in front of her face, praying someone would recognize her and send for her Mistress, assuming her sisters hadn't stopped covering for her. She silently prays that her Mistress has figured out where she went.
The knight opens the stocks while keeping a firm grip on Krissy's tanned arm. He roughly pushes her arms and head into stocks, quickly shutting it. Krissy starts fighting to get free, growling as she hears the click of the key in the lock of the heavy, wooden stocks. Her eyes shooting daggers at him.
He takes a knife and cuts the cloth gag away from her mouth. She spits it out of her mouth, instantly snarling at him, letting her thoughts come out of her plump. Her voice raising, letting all know she isn't happy about this. The knight, Lucien, slaps her hard across her face, hissing "Shut your mouth, you slut or I will give you something to shut it with."
Krissy growls, fighting against the stocks as Lucien uncoils his whip, wrapping it at his feet. Her brown eyes hardening, tensing her body, preparing it for the twenty lashes for that day. A crack feels the air as Lucien does a test swing, causing Krissy to grit her teeth. Lucien takes a swing of the whip, hitting her tender flesh, her voice echoing as she screams. The welt raising up as he continues, swinging the whip a bit harder mercilessly. Krissy screams louder with each hit, sobbing, begging him for mercy as well as hating every minute of the begging.
The last nineteen lashes were torture for Krissy. Her back was covered in red welts, freshly bleeding, as she weakly sags in the stocks. Her voice, raw from screaming, as well as her eyes, red from crying. Lucien quickly lowers his pants, revealing his throbbing member, looking into her eyes with a cold tone, he tells her to "suck it, now bitch." Krissy growls at him, even though she is restrained. She sighs as she reluctantly opens her mouth, taking the harden member into her mouth, using her rough tongue to flick over the head.
Lucien start to moan at her administrations with her rough tongue and milking with her suction and plump lips. Krissy begins to bob her head as much as she can without hurting herself. He violently fucks her face, gagging her every now and then. He finally explodes inside of her mouth, the thick, hot, and salty semen flooding into her mouth, reluctantly swallowing it, even though a lot of it flows out of her mouth running down her face. Lucien takes the limp member, stroking it vigorously until it is nice and hard.
The member achingly throbbing as he continues to stroke it until he ejaculates all over her curly raven colored tresses and tan face, making her look like a two bit whore. He grins as he takes in the view of the cum covered slut. Krissy whimpers, knowing what a sight she must look like, watching Lucien taking a leash from his belt, clipping it to the collar around her neck. He unlatches the stocks letting the girl loose minus her hands cuffed behind her.
He drags Krissy to the castle, into Pasha Drake's chamber, and leashes her to the leash post. Krissy struggles to break the leash and chains as he calls for a slave to wash her off. She hears footsteps on the floor walking and the door opening and closing. Krissy hears Lucien whispering to someone, then hears the door open and close again. The slave girl leaves and comes back with a bucket of warm water and a bottle of lavender oil. Krissy cocks her head as the girl sets the wooden bucket down beside the leash post, studying the familiar face.
Krissy gasps as she recognizes the girl that is to bathe her. She remembers the girl's name was Willow. She sighs softly, relaxing for a moment, before she remembers where she is and why. Willow pours a small amount of the lavender oil into the warm water, swirling it around. The sickly sweet scent filling Krissy's nose as Willow dips a cloth into the lavender and water mixture.
Willow carefully begins to through get all the cum out of her curly raven locks and off of her sun kissed tan face. Krissy whimpers softly as Willow continues to clean her entire body. Her hands running the cloth, scrubbing roughly, until she is clean. Krissy whispers " Willow, its me, Krissy." Willow looks down at her face for a moment as if she didn't want to believe it was her best friend from long ago, before whispering "Krissy, it really is you." What are you doing here?"
Krissy whispers her tale for Willow, watching her expression carefully as she whispers soft "You have been my friend since I arrived on the coast and was collared by my Mistresses." I need you to get me out of here." Just as Willow opens her mouth, Drake enters his chamber and orders the girl out. She hurriedly makes her exit. Krissy's face hardens at the sight of him. She stubbornly turns her cheek from him, not able to stand the sight of him. He takes the leash from the leash post, yanking it upwards, causing her to growl, standing her ground as she continues to kneel.
Drake sighs and drags her to the bed, throwing her on it. She snarls at him, kicking her legs, trying to land a blow on him. Sadly, he manages to tie her legs to the end columns on the bed before unbinding her hand, gripping her arms with a hard grip as he ties one hand to the column on the left then takes her other hand tying to the other column, making her feel helpless. She refuses to give in though, looking for ways to escape and make it back to her Mistresses.
Drake looks into her eyes seeing the anger and stubbornness, smirking as he says "You might as well give it up, girl and submit." For all you know, your Mistress doesn't know where you are." Krissy snarls at him "You don't know anything about my submission to my Mistresses." I would rather be dead than submit to a pig like you."
Drake slaps her before quickly disrobing, forcing Krissy mouth open as he climbs on top of her petite body. Krissy gasps not expecting this or his member to be as large as it was. She had expected a small member on him because he was such a prick. He thrusts the hardening cock inside her mouth, thrusting back and forth, as he uses his palm, swatting her cunt, causing her to tense at each hard swat. Krissy gags as he tries to deep throat.