When Tynan first came into the room, my heart soared, and it didn’t take me long to figure out his plan. While I was in the bath, the other wives whispered a few things to me about this marriage ceremony I’m to suffer tomorrow.
Tynan is trying to save me from the worst parts of it. At a minimum, he’s trying to prevent them from discovering I am very much no longer a maiden.
I long to have sex with Tynan, but certainly not like this.
The mistresses roughly push me over a rail and spread my feet widely apart. The wood digs into my flesh.
“Pad that rail,” Tynan says loudly. I’ve never seen him as commanding as he is today. Perhaps his time at his father’s court drove that into him.
“Pad it now!” Tynan shouts. “I want every bruise and injury she suffers to be made by my cock and my hands.”
The mistresses lift my upper body off the rail. They place a small cushion between my hips and the wood, and then roughly bend me forward again.
The second I’m in position; they tightly bind my ankles in a way that keeps my legs widely apart. My arms are similarly stretched and bound, and then a strap is placed under my chin, so that my face is directed toward a mirror that enlarges my reflection. My cheeks are flushed, and I hate seeing the proof of my arousal, given these heinous circumstances.
Zogar well knows I have a fantasy of being bound for sex. And Tynan has taken me with my hands tied. But not like this. Not with all these women watching.
Instead of thinking of our unwanted audience, I try to focus on the fact that Tynan and I have secrets from these women. That we’re tricking them. That while these women think they’re punishing me, it’s actually us putting on a show for them.
“Your Highness,” the Head Mistress says, “before you begin, I must perform my inspection. If she’s not a maiden, she must benefit from her penance tomorrow.”
“Don’t touch her,” Tynan shouts. “My cock will reveal the answer you seek. I’ve broken the flowers of countless maidens and can easily tell the difference. And if she’s not a maiden, she will begin her penance tonight, under the sting of my riding crop.”
“As you wish, Your Highness. And do not forget, it’s important that she suffers.”
My body tenses. Some of the women here bear the scars of brutal lashings on their backs, buttocks and thighs. If these women discover I’ve had sex before, I’ll be whipped tomorrow.
Tynan growls.
“Any brutality tonight is a kindness,” the Head Mistress tells Tynan. “The more she suffers during this ritual, the stronger her bond to Othrix.”
“And the easier her future will feel in comparison,” adds another mistress.
“I don’t need a whip to make her suffer.” Tynan’s hands fall onto my back, and every part of me contracts in response.
None of this seems real, and in spite of my fear and humiliation, my cleft has grown slick. Tynan bends forward, and his face comes into view next to mine in the mirror, reminding me who I am, where I am—that this is neither a fantasy nor a horrible dream.
“Forgive me,” Tynan whispers next to my ear. “My reasons will become clear.”
His face lifts from my view. “Have no fear, ladies. I will get my revenge on this bitch.” He uses a tone I well remember from the days when he tormented me at camp.
“Princess Rosomon.” His voice reveals a sneer on his face, even though I can no longer see him. “Not only will I claim your maidenhood tonight, I plan toruinyou. I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a moon cycle.”
I hear rustling behind me, and his knuckles brush my backside. He’s opening the flap of his breeches. The hard hot promise of his cock falls against me, and another rush of dampness slicks my folds. I try to imagine we’re somewhere else. Anywhere else.
“If you were any other maiden,” Tynan says loudly and cruelly, “I’d use my fingers to prepare you for my cock. I’d use my handto stretch your cunt, before breaking your maiden entrance and forcing your body to swallow me whole.” He leans forward. “But that’s too good for you,princess. You’re going to suffer the full force, the entire length of my cock as I split you in two.”
The mistresses murmur their approval. Tynan well understands what they expect of him, and he’s reminding me how to react. He’s telling me that these women need to see pain on my face and hear it in my voice. I’ve already figured that out.
Tynan’s cock falls away from my body and his palm lands on my bottom with a loud crack.
I cry out. “No. Please. Don’t punish me. I’m a maiden. Please believe me.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.” He spanks me again and my hips pulse against the padding.
Tynan knows that I found it arousing the other time he spanked me. He’s doing it now to increase my slickness so his initial penetration will be less painful.
He spanks me twice more and then leans over me and squeezes my hardened nipples.
