Reaching up she took it. But when she tried to stand she found the pressure in her backside nearly unbearable. “I don’t… Master, I don’t know if I can…”
“Quiet. Stand,” he said. Grabbing both her hands he hauled her to her feet.
Thethingmade standing equally difficult. She squirmed and turned, trying to find a position where it didn’t press on the inside of her quite so much. Every movement caused it to make contact with a part inside of her that ached like her pussy, strangely, pleasantly, sorely.
She finally settled on rolling onto the balls of her feet and pressing her bottom out into the air behind her. It was the only position that she could bear for more than a moment.
Sedrak watched her make the adjustments. He rubbed his chin. “You like a plug in your bottom?” he asked.
“Yes, Master.” She knew this to be the only acceptable answer, and yet her words were not entirely a lie. She knew it was dirty and wrong, and being forced to admit that she liked it made the cool arousal in her lower abdomen twist yet again. As she stood there, making the tiniest adjustments, the plug inside of her massaged her deep in her bottom, setting her body on fire.
Sedrak’s eyes wandered over her body again. They paused at her breasts. He lifted his hands and cupped them, making her blush again. When he saw her reaction his cock lurched between his legs. “You wear your shame well,” he stated in his labored Southern dialect.
But suddenly, he yelled, “Barval!”
The tent flap lifted and the man who’d led her from her cage stepped in.
Suddenly the spell was broken. Now it wasn’t just her and the gruff warrior king. Now this… thisotherman could clearly see what was sticking out of her bottom. Did he know how she’d been used? Did he know what Sedrak’s hand had done between her legs?
“Yes, my lord,” Barval said, bowing his head. He seemed only remotely interested in what was taking place.
Sedrak picked his loincloth off the ground, wrapped it around his waist, and belted it. His stern expression had returned. He grabbed her hair and tipped her head to one side then licked her neck. “Take her to her cage.” To Leola he murmured, “I wish to make you endure this plug, and the desire it brings to you.”
Barval grabbed the fur he’d walked her over in. Draping it around her shoulders he took the leash from Sedrak and clipped it to the collar around her neck. But when he jerked it, causing her to stumble forward, Sedrak growled something in his language.
Barval bowed again and murmured something in an apologetic and acquiescent tone. When he pulled on the leash again, he tugged it gently.
She teetered forward on her tiptoes. It was all she could do to walk, the plug stuck firmly within her pressing on her insides. As they stepped from the tent she thought she might drown in humiliation.
Men had gathered near Sedrak’s tent, and were staring at her as Barval led her toward the cage. They laughed and joked, pointing at the way she walked, as if on stilts. Her face flushed hot and red and she looked down at the ground trying to ignore their leers and pretend they weren’t there.
“She liked it,” someone hooted, in a low, hungry voice.
“Look at her nipples. Stiff as pebbles. A filthy princess has been made.”
The crowd burst out cackling.
Suddenly all the warmth and excitement she’d felt inside the tent was gone. All that was left was the cold ground beneath her feet, men laughing all around her, and the knowledge that this was now her station in life.
Toy.
Whore.
Plaything.
She’d never felt such relief as when she crawled back into the cage.
She swore she’d never let herself feel another hint of pleasure at the warrior’s touch again.
Chapter 5
She stood at attention on the blankets in the tent. Naked, the strange plug still inside her bottom.
They’d fed her a piping stew of venison and bread, and she had tried to sleep, unable to stop her mind from thinking of her encounter with Sedrak, of the immense pleasure he had brought to her. But the cage was open to the camp again, and she didn’t dare to touch herself, however much the ache between her legs demanded it.
Sedrak ordered her brought to him again once the sun had set.
He lay sprawled on the furs where he’d defiled her face that afternoon. His loincloth covered only half his cock, the other half exposed against his thigh.
