This was wrong,all wrong. I shouldn’t be here, in bed, not withher. I should be… somewhere else, but I couldn’t remember where. Everything was fuzzy, but I had this sense of urgency burning through me. Though perhaps that urgency was to escape the clutches of Osserime.
We’d used chains in bed before. I personally preferred chaining her down, seeing her spread and wet, ready for my pleasure. But she insisted on chaining me at times and I let her, because we were equal, and I’d thought we had something special.
Had…
This wasn’t right.
I wasn’t with Osserime anymore, was I?
Why couldn’t I think straight?
And it wasn’t the chains which infuriated me… it was the binding. The damned woman had put a binding on me to get me to submit to her. I’d never agreed to that, but Osserime came from a line of strong earth-magic wielders and she was nearly a match for me in power. That means I should be able to break this bond, but she’d infused the binding with something else, which seemed to sap my strength and cloud my mind.
I struggled against the chains, but it was no good. Even if I could break the thick metal links, her binding would keep me here.
“That’s a good little boy,” she purred, taking out her phone and snapping a couple pictures. “The titans are going to love this. Prince Baynaruk, weak as a slug.”
“Let me go!” I howled, but she just laughed.
“Nope, you’re not going to see light for a long time. Your parents convinced me this was the right course of action. They even lent me some strength for that binding to ensure it held.”
So that was it. My parents had turned against me. I’d been outspoken about siding with Valnea, but I hadn’t thought my parents were so far gone into that elf’s clutches as to do something like this to silence me.
“They’re going to stick you in a dark hole for a while, but first… I’m going to have some fun with you, show all our people what their prince is really like!”
My fury boiled over, but it was an impotent rage. I could do nothing. I struggled in vain as she teased out an unwanted arousal from my body and used me, seeming to delight far more in my struggle than the actual sex. She flogged me while she had her way, getting off on my pain. I’d never known she had such a cruel side.
How could I have ever loved this woman? We were betrothed, but she’d betrayed me in such a visceral and humiliating way.
My mind twitched. I wasn’t struggling in bed, but laying on a battlefield, with men and women fighting all around me. I writhed, struggling against…
…something…
And while I flailed in that instant of lucidity, I saw Izzy taking a beating from Valnea.
Izzy.
Yes!
I shouldn’t be lost in some memory of Osserime, I should be with Izzy helping her…
…do something.
But what?
My mind clouded again and I was back in bed, but this time, it was Izzy riding me, glorifying in my struggle and binding.
“I said I’d set you free, remove the binding, but you never really believed me, did you?” She laughed, and the maniacal giggle sounded so wrong coming from her. “You’re mine, Bayn, all mine, and I’ve got you right where I want you!” She whipped me, flogged me, humiliated me, like Osserime had.
And for some reason, this betrayal felt even worse than Osserime’s.
I may not have fully trusted Izzy, may not have let down all my guards with her, but I’d started to feel… something, which I’d never felt for Osserime. Osserime had been a good match for me, strong and driven, a dedicated titan from a powerful family. Our union had been mostly a political thing. I’d never sought any emotion from her. We had similar tastes in bed, and that worked, as did our pride in titan culture and strength. We’d only differed on… Valnea and the elves. She’d agreed with my parents, and I’d been against the whole thing.
But Izzy…
…somehow the half-elf had stolen part of my heart. She was everything I wanted and she wanted me in return.
Or so I’d thought.
