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The following is an excerpt from a much longer story I wrote called “The Order of the Goddess.” It’s about a proud and fearless warrior woman named “Elexsa” who must go undercover as a pleasure slave in an exotic harem to rescue an abducted princess.

 
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In the late morning Elexsa laid upon her side on some soft cushions which were in front of the prince’s throne. She had been allowed to wear only some necklaces and a thin golden g-string with sparkling tinsel-like fringe which was just barely enough for modesty as the prince greeted various dignitaries while she lounged at his feet. Her naked breasts glistened from the scented oil that had been massaged onto her earlier in the day. As per usual another slave girl fanned him with the feathers while massaging his neck from time to time. The Prince’s chamber was filled with the normal array of Atroskian military and business leaders who were either bartering with his associates for the price of various female slaves or merely engaging in lighthearted banter while they enjoyed various entertainers who one after another entered and exited.

At his whim the prince was perfectly free to reach down and scratch Elexsa’s head as if she were his pet as well as stroke her rear while he stuffed his face, belched and flatulated. Elexsa had dreaded being in this position; her strong body and spirit being on display and merely a plaything for the sloth-like, ill-mannered, harem lord. The feeling of being almost completely nude and without her weapons once again gave her the usual feeling of naked vulnerability. The prince continued to eat while freely running his hands along her hips and taut backside; poking, molesting and violating her in his amusement and lust as she burned in outrage.

 
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That morning in the harem dorm, Elexsa had been awakened by the rancorous sound of Agrippa cursing at the eunuchs. They had quietly manacled Agrippa’s wrists to her bed while she had still been asleep. She had quickly awakened at the sound of the irons being snapped and instantly began to thrash about naked and on her belly like a wild animal that had just been captured.

The Mistress Isona along with Timar and another eunuch had then entered; wheeling in a grill teeming with burning hot coals. The other harem girls cringed upon seeing it along with the poker that stuck out from its smoldering embers. Their own beautiful lower backs had just endured the brand the night before and they were still quite sore and traumatized.

Agrippa’s eyes widened at the sight of the grill. She thrashed about even more violently in fear and rage; shouting out profanities until the eunuch began hailing lashes upon her backside to subdue her. Isona somberly shook her head, indicating to the eunuch that he could commence. He removed the tip of the poker from underneath the coals. There at its end lay smoldering the red hot seal of the Atroskian harem league. Elexsa laid on her bed watching in shock and disgust. Agrippa grunted as she bared her teeth but soon began to whimper in fear as he approached her.

Many of the other girls began weeping upon smelling the stench from the grill; reminded of their own ordeals. Two of the eunuchs held Agrippa’s body motionless as she turned her head and snapped her jaws as if she was biting at the open air. Then with one aggressive thrust, he pressed the hot brand into the flesh on the right side Agrippa’s lower back. She screamed in agony as the girls began sobbing even louder. Timar and the Mistress Isona kept their heads bowed in sad empathy. The stench from the burnt flesh quickly reached Elexsa’s nose making her wince. Agrippa continued to thrash in the irons as best she could while held immobile. Sweat poured down her forehead as she whimpered and screeched before the eunuch removed the brand from the smoldering flesh. She, like the other women, was now marked for life.

Timar immediately came forth and poured some cold water on Agrippa’s back to which she screamed again. The stench of burnt flesh sent shudders through Elexsa as she was reminded of her own torture years ago in the Atroskian dungeons. She saw the eunuch turn to face her and braced herself to prepare to be branded. However instead he simply placed the poker back into the grill and wheeled it out of the room as Agrippa laid grunting and weeping. Elexsa couldn’t understand why she was the only slave out of her group that had been spared the brand. As Timar began rubbing a cool salve lotion on Agrippa’s back the mistress Isona ordered the eunuch to take “Kara” to the kitchens. Elexsa rose and allowed herself to be leashed and led out of the room of frightened women.

She was marched into the huge palace kitchen and ordered to strip off her sarong and lay down nude upon a wheeled cart. She lay rigid for several minutes as she inhaled the various scents of different meals being prepared for the harem dignitaries. Suddenly the chef approached her with a tube in his hands as he squirted some white, edible cream like substance into her navel. He then squirted it in a circle around both of her nipples before making a small smiley-like face right below her breasts. He draped different thinly cut fruits and meats about her, around her breasts and on her stomach. Various gravies and spices were placed in small cups along the edges of her body. She was told to remain completely still. By the time the chef was finished her body was fully draped in various food products as he stuffed a small apple into her mouth before instructing the eunuch to wheel her away.

Elexsa lay rigid as she was wheeled throughout the palace hallways, past many free woman and Atroskian men while they laughed and jeered at her decorated body. In a short time she was pushed into the bedroom of the prince himself. Her food covered body was wheeled immediately next to his spacious bed. The eunuch bowed to him and departed.

“Well, good morning Kara!” said Prince Asril with an amused look upon his face as he took the apple from her mouth. “You look absolutely delicious this morning.”

She lay angrily and quietly and kept staring only at the ceiling. The prince placed a large bib under his chin and began to feast. He took a cut of meat that had been placed on her belly and dipped it in a bowl of gravy before shoving it into his mouth as he chewed over her; the juices dripping from his mouth. He took a plum that was on her right side and dipped it into the cream that was in her navel and slowly devoured that as well.

Elexsa had heard of some bizarre things in her time but this was definitely one of the strangest. Even worse was the Prince ate like a pig and kept drooling juices all over her breasts and stomach as he would pick up the little tidbits that adorned her. When he was finished he began to lick the remaining cream out of her navel with his tongue and then around her breasts while she grimaced in disgust. In time he had finished his gluttonous spectacle and began belching and wheezing his fumes; her naked body dripping with meat juice, gravy and cream.

He clapped his hands as the eunuch obediently re-entered. “Have her bathed and stringed. She is to be displayed at the foot of my throne today.” Elexsa groaned deeply upon hearing this. It would be another long and trying day.

 
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For most of the morning Elexsa had lounged on her side in her instructed seductive poses while the prince rested his feet on her body or fondled her freely. She had been well shampooed, oiled and perfumed; her warrior women’s body nothing but an ornament for the prince as he casually greeted his guests and associates. During his lunch he had been brought more food which he devoured with all the manners of a swine. Once again he loudly flatulated as Elexsa rolled her eyes while whispering “oafish pig” under her breath. All morning she had tried to ignore his ill-mannered filth while transporting her mind elsewhere. As she reflected upon Camora she suddenly felt his foot caressing slowly along her side and over her hip. She could feel him gripping the stringy garment with his toes before yanking it off of her pelvis, allowing her body to be fully bared to all in the room. She kept her eyes focused forward as she could hear him sniffing at the garment while his foot continued to glide all over her plump yet toned backside. As he yet again inhaled the g-string he pushed his toes deeply into her glutes. Her face became aflame at not only what he was doing but the fact that he was doing it so publicly. Even though most of his guests in the throne room were watching a live presentation of two Atroskian male gladiators wrestle.

He took his time exploring her as his foot glided between her thighs. Her face turned bright red in embarrassment and anger as his toes began to freely flick at her intimacies. She instantly turned her head to glare at him in seething outrage and protest; shifting her position while trying to remain calm during his persistent molesting. She felt as if she was being raped; publicly and nonchalantly and there was nothing she could do about it other than wince and squirm and stare hungrily at the weapons of the Atroskians and fantasize about how she could slice and dice the prince if she had the opportunity; starting with his toe. She silently prayed to the Goddess to ease her anger for the benefit of the success of her overall mission. After enduring several minutes of toe caresses and thrusts he removed his foot as the Lady Myra approached him.

“My gracious prince, I am having tea with some lady friends of mine on the east balcony this afternoon and I was hoping that I may borrow one of your girls to serve us.” She said while smiling.

“Of course kind lady, take this one.” He prodded Elexsa’s rear with his foot. “But please be sure she is back to me by dinner time. I wish to see her dance for us while we feast.”

“Of course my prince,” the lady Myra gestured for a eunuch to leash Elexsa.

 
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Topless and in her sarong, Elexsa spent the early afternoon serving spice tea to a group of babbling, overweight, middle-aged free women. They were very demanding and ordered her to serve in the exact proper way in which a slave girl would to a free woman of wealth. She would have to kneel to each of them, bow her head and put forth the cup and remain kneeling until it was taken from her off the saucer. When each lady was finished she would have to kneel again with the saucer until they returned the cup so she could refill it. She listened silently to their discussion.

“So it was called “The Order of the Goddess?” one of the women inquired.

“Yes, they were once a well known group of female terrorists; all same sex oriented and quite ugly from what I’ve heard,” said the Lady Myra.

Elexsa knelt; angered by their words; if only they knew, she pondered to herself.

“Well what happened to them. I heard they are now extinct,” said an overly made-up crone.

“Our benevolent Atroskian military nicely disposed of them. They were only women and poor fighters from what I understand,” replied Myra.

A slight grin appeared on Elexsa’s face. If only they knew that she was present at the very battle in which they spoke of. Although her sisters had been hopelessly outnumbered and defeated that day, The Order had taken many heads for each of their own that was killed. She painfully reflected on all the friends she had lost that day. Only they were more than just friends to her; they were family; her sisters.

“Are there any left of their ranks?” asked another free woman.

“There’s a rumor that there may be a few left but the last one I heard died a year ago,” gloated Myra before she turned to Elexsa. “Rise you lazy slave and bring us some more tea!”

Elexsa instantly did as she was told and went to pour yet more cups before returning to the women who were now babbling about gardening, the pleasures of their young slave men and various other gossip. As she approached the Lady Myra with a tray full of steaming teacups a drunken Atroskian businessman staggered by and swatted her harshly on her rear. Elexsa juggled the tray as a cup of tea sprang off of it onto the Lady Myra’s lap.

“You Stupid fool!” shouted Myra.

“I’m deeply sorry miss. I humbly beg you to forgive my clumsiness,” Elexsa immediately retorted as she swallowed her pride. She knew that Myra had a special hatred of her for whatever reason.

Myra instantly grabbed Elexsa by her long hair and pulled her harshly before slapping her face. “This is a brand new silk I’m wearing and you’ve ruined it; GUARDS!”

Two guards entered with whips in hand as the Lady Myra pulled Elexsa’s hair bringing her face down into the spilt tea upon the table. “Guards, I want this one fed to the draxclagons immediately!” She snapped to which a eunuch immediately came forth.

“I’m very sorry m’lady but that just isn’t possible,” the eunuch spoke respectfully. “The prince has specifically requested her to dance at dinner tonight.”

“Yes he did, didn’t he. Well look what she did!” exclaimed Myra.

The eunuch took out his switch and struck Elexsa harshly upon her back. “I suggest you apologize Kara.”

Upon feeling the release of her hair Elexsa fell to her knees before the Lady Myra. She extended her arms over her head and bowed to her feet. “I pray m’lady will forgive the clumsiness of a poorly trained slave and show mercy by allowing me to continue to occupy this world while in the shadow of your greatness.”

“Should I forgive her?” she asked in a lighthearted manner to the other women. “Or perhaps she could be fed to the drax after she dances tonight. That way the ladies and I can watch them feast upon her.”

“That’s up to the prince m’lady. But I believe he wants Kara at his throne for the time being,” replied the eunuch.

“I see; bless his heart but damn him!” said Myra. “Very well; now Kara I want you to crawl over my knee!”

Elexsa’s fists clenched as she did as instructed. The lady Myra lifted her sarong up to expose the plump firmness of her rear. The eunuch handed her his switch to which she began to publicly spank Elexsa for her transgression.

“You are so lucky that the prince likes you!” She shouted while harshly lashing her upon her rear over and over; the switch whistling through the air. “I would have you fed right now for what you did you stupid worthless little bitch!” Elexsa’s eyes filled with water as the stings from the switch were becoming intense. “By this time tomorrow you would be just a steaming pile of drax excrement if I had my way!” Just as with the prince’s torments, even worse for Elexsa than the pain was how public it was. In front of at least a dozen women and various men as well.

When she had finally finished her discipline, the Lady Myra turned towards the eunuch. “Have her cook for two hours then bring her to me.” He bowed before immediately leashing Elexsa to lead her away.

She was dragged along into the lower levels of the palace. The eunuch stopped and paused in front of a large chained door which he unlocked. Hot steam quickly jetted out from the doorway into the cavernous hall as she was pulled inside. The chamber was cave-like and circularly shaped, its walls and floors were marble rock. A huge pool of hot coals resided in the center which was surrounded by steaming water. A thick fog engulfed the chamber as the steam rose not only from the center of the room but from various holes in the stoned walls as well; the heat and humidity absolutely unbearable. Three women were chained naked on the floor; their bodies drenched and dripping with perspiration, their hair wet. The eunuch stripped the sarong off of Elexsa’s body before chaining her by the ankle to the floor. He then hastily departed from the room; a sound of a lock securing the door clearly audible.

She lay on her back on the hot stones. The room was like an oven; not so hot as to cause pain or injury but just humid enough to make it unbearably uncomfortable. The other girls were laying on their backs, turning their heads from side to side in their suffering. Elexsa’s breasts were already beaded with sweat as she felt her hair sticking to her forehead. She brushed it out of her face as a wave of steam blasted out of the side wall and engulfed her naked body.

She moved herself about as she tried to find a comfortable position to lie down but there simply wasn’t one. She was being cooked and made to suffer for her transgression. It was common in the palace to chain pleasure slaves in the steam chamber for minor infractions as that form of punishment wouldn’t leave any marks on their soft skin. Also the room served another purpose for new harem slaves who might be regarded as being a bit too plump. A bead of sweat trickled down between Elexsa’s breasts and over her stomach as she sweltered on the stone floor. She twisted and stretched her voluptuous glistening body while she stewed in the stifling room. As another blast of steam engulfed her she tried to crawl away from the wall vent but the chain on her foot gave her little slack.

She eventually surrendered and began to meditate away the discomfort as The Order had taught her to. Soon every inch of her body was shimmering as she basted in her own sweat. She closed her eyes and allowed the beads of perspiration to slowly roll down every curve; over her hips and strong thighs, her belly and breasts. She used her long hair to wipe the beads from her face from time to time only to have it instantly replaced by more sweat as puffs of steam flowed across her body. The meditation made it only slightly more bearable. For what seemed an interminable time she endured on the floor in her torment before the eunuch finally came to retrieve her.

Once back in the hallways of the harem she took a deep breath of nice cool air as her body began to dry. She felt slightly disoriented at having lost so much body water. The eunuch knocked on another door as the Lady Myra opened it. Elexsa was made to kneel before her; her long red hair was still wet as it stuck to her face and glistening body.

“Has she been cooked enough for your satisfaction m’lady?” he asked.

“Hardly, I personally would’ve left her in there all evening and not retrieved her till morning if I had my way. But the prince’s orders are orders.” She said amused. “Get her out of my sight and for God’s sake have her bathed; she stinks.”

Elexsa was taken to the herb doctor; the same one she had visited on her first day in the harem. She was bathed, fed and allowed to drink special herbal waters that would replenish her satiated body in time for her performance that evening. As she slowly became healthy again her outrage over her treatment burned within her gut.

 
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A huge circular table was the center piece of the palace’s main dining hall. It had the capacity to seat at least fifty people while still other large tables were up against the wall along the perimeter of the room. The table was so massive that it could hold a stage area in its center. It was here where the dinner entertainment was always performed; whether it be a performance from a musician, an actor, some caged gladiators or in tonight’s case a dancing slave girl.

Elexsa wore a sarong around her hips and another thin veil across her breasts; a variety of exotic necklaces placed about her neck. She knelt silently next to a tall iron pole that had been placed on the center of the table/stage. It was an old flogging post that had once been used by the Astrokian military to discipline its ranks for desertion, cowardice or insubordination. It was said that if brought to such a poll for punishment a man’s spine would be exposed by the time the whips had finished their work. And it would be this poll that Elexsa would twist her luscious body around during dinner.

As the appetizer was served, Elexsa knelt as she regarded the lustful stares from the various males. A band began setting up just off to the side of the main table as they tuned their instruments. When the main entree of meaty carcass was finally wheeled in on a spit Prince Asril stood up; commanding silence and attention.

“Ladies and gentlemen of the League; I present to you one of our newest slave girls for your amusement! She was captured basking naked near the Trawn River. As you can see she’s obviously a daughter of Terradorn.” There was much booing and jeering before the prince motioned for silence. “May I present to you the dancing of….Kara!”

The band instantly began to play sensuous music as Elexsa rose in her sarong and began to strut her body for the entertainment of the feasting bulky and overweight Atroskian men and women. She had been taught three specific dances during her remedial harem training but had not been told which to perform. She simply picked the least vile one. She shimmied and undulated with the music while on the stage. The dances that she had been taught inside the harem were not as dignified as the ones she had learned in The Order. Even though she had often danced naked under the moonlight with her warrior sisters it was always merely in the spirit of celebration and fun. It was never for the purpose of flaunting her body in front of lustful, drooling men and especially not for Atroskians. As she swayed her hips she reached behind her back and untied the veil from her chest, allowing her plump feminine attributes to bounce forward naked into the open air as the men cheered.

The stage engulfed the entire inner portion of the table so that she could dance right up to the plates of the various flesh eating men. She danced from person to person as she shook her shoulders causing her heaving breasts to shake and jiggle for the amusement of the military and business leaders as she would occasionally remove a necklace and toss it to one of the men. Slave women served drinks while she swayed and moved while still others sat on the laps of the various men and allowed themselves to be stroked and violated. Elexsa knew that the audience would be allowed to caress and grope her as she danced before them if they so chose to.

As she performed she knelt before an Atroskian general in front of his plate of food and made snakelike movements with her arms before bending over backwards and touching her head to the stage while still on her knees. The general’s face went wild and as she rose upright she bent over forwards to allow her bosom to depend and shiver over his food while the music throbbed and the men pounded the table with their fists and swords. She burned yet again with fury as her breasts were squeezed while she knelt and shimmied before the loathsome Atroskian general.

She pranced about the stage jiggling, gyrating and glistening, while lusting for the swords and daggers that the military men were displaying. Obscene remarks were bountiful as she tried to ignore them. At one point a whip was tossed onto the stage as the owner shouted “fetch!” She angrily fell to all fours and sensuously crawled to it with the slow rhythm of the music, picked it up with her mouth and returned it to its owner; dropping it on his lap as he patted her on the head. She picked up a drumstick of meat in her mouth from off of his plate and chewed it salaciously as the juices dripped from her lips before moving to the next male.

She crawled to a gladiator and began to writhe about in front of him; licking her lips before kneeling and running her hands through her hair. As she rose she removed the remaining necklaces and untied her pink sarong from her hip. The men applauded as she was now only wearing the stringy undergarment. She used the sarong as a veil; floating it slowly around her body as she danced about the table giving each man a chance to see her closely and caress her. She pranced around the edge of the table, skipping over plates of food and various strong hands that reached out to grab her before once again sinking down onto her belly in front of a female Atroskian dignitary. Elexsa puckered her lips as she arched her back and thrust her rear into the air. The dignitary’s female lover sat close by and looked on in anger and jealousy before gesturing to the eunuch her disapproval. He approached the table and lashed Elexsa on her back as she gasped; making her move along to the next person.

She rolled about to a mercenary only to see him seated with none other than Princess Anna. She was naked and on his lap. Elexsa’s eyes intensely met hers; she had not even noticed that she was present in the room. Anna had been absolutely stunned when she had first entered the dining hall and had sighted Elexsa. Yet her shock soon turned tearful upon seeing her father’s finest mercenary whom she had always looked upon as her stronger older sister, reduced to slithering and gyrating for the pleasure of Terradorn’s enemies. As the mercenary eagerly jiggled Elexsa’s breasts with his hands she looked to Anna and smirked slightly before winking to her in a comforting gesture. Anna began smiling before quickly and wisely hiding her grin. She now knew Elexsa was there by her own accord. Her father had sent his best female warrior to rescue her. Her days of slavery would not be permanent. She began to ponder how foolish the Atroskians were. They simply had no idea how truly dangerous and ruthless she really was.

Elexsa shimmied away from the edge of the table as beads of sweat poured over her body. She looked to the prince and angrily pulled off her stringy undergarment and tossed it to him; exposing her freshly shaved intimacy. There were more cheers as she knew that this gesture signaled that she belonged to the prince and that he would have her that night. In her complete nudity she took her discarded sarong and wrapped it around the whipping poll. Quickly she began to spin around it before releasing the sarong all together as she placed her pelvis against the poll and lunged into it while gasping. She gripped the poll tightly between her thighs and began climbing it while slowly twisting around the iron. The men were going into a frenzy; they pounded the table even harder as she stretched her naked body upside down while flipping about the poll wildly with her thighs as if she were an acrobat. While on the poll she demonstrated her incredible flexibility and endurance with various salacious contortions and spins. Finally she released herself from the poll and began crawling slowly towards the edge of the table again while licking her lips seductively; her hair half covering her face. As she crawled she noticed that Princess Anna was being led out of the room; the mercenary aggressively groping at her backside and bosom while pushing her along. Once again Elexsa began to fume about what her princess and dear friend was enduring.

She knelt before a swordsman who was brandishing his long shiny weapon and she again shook her shoulders and bounced her breasts for his amusement. Leaning over, she brought her face right up to his own while slowly pulling away his sword. She withdrew from his presence with his weapon in hand as she undulated back to the center of the stage. After placing the sword point down she began licking the flat portion with her tongue while on her knees. She flipped her head back and began licking the long shaft of the grip before circling her tongue around the tip of the pummel; the feeling of abasement becoming overwhelming. She shifted her mind to her past, to the Order and to all the proud moments she had experienced.

Blessed by the Goddess with the strength of the Divine Feminine her warrior sisters had freed slaves, defeated evil cults, overthrown tyrants and had been honored by royalty and respected by people throughout countless territories and kingdoms. The Order preached the virtues of womanhood and all the pride that was involved in being the gender that had the power to create life. Elexsa had seen submissive young girls from misogynistic, oppressive kingdoms come to the Order and in time through guidance and training they had transformed themselves into strong, courageous and highly independent women. Honor, bravery, selflessness and above all compassion were the four tenets of the Goddess. While on her knees Elexsa took the head of the sword pummel entirely into her mouth as she heard still more lustful, obscene jeers.

“Well I’ll be a stinkin peasant if she aint the finest piece of arse I’ve ever seen!” shouted an Atroskian officer. “Just look at them whopping tits!”

“Aye, them some fine milk wagons!” replied a slave trader. “If this tart weren’t belonging to the prince I would take her. Bend her over the table right now I would. Fuck her in the arse then fuck her in the mouth without even washin me-self.” He exclaimed to roars of laughter.

“You can fuck her in the arse, while I fuck her in the mouth,” replied a gladiator. “Spurt all over her face I would. And then I’d throw her to her back and shaft that shaved Terradorian pussy!”

“Tis no lie, Terradorn pussy is always the tightest!” The officer bellowed.

Waves of laughter continued to follow as even more sickening comments were shouted out while Elexsa’s mind and heart became scorched with rage. After several moments of licking and sucking she suddenly rose and took the sword in her hands as a furious look came across her face. She lunged the sword all about the stage incorporating combat thrusts into her performance. She spiraled her body with the sword; feeling as if she was free once again now that she had a weapon in her hands.

At the edge of the table she spun the sword at the slave trader’s neck only to have it stop inches from his jugular vein while he stared upon her nervously. She lunged towards the Atroskian officer on the opposite side of the table sweeping the sword in a decapitating swing before stopping as the shiny steel gleamed in the room. For a short while she continued to swirl the sword as she fantasized about what it would be like to actually use it; to actually see blood pouring from the neck arteries of these terrible rapists and animals. Her temper was stretched to the absolute limit. She was lusting to use the steel; desperately and passionately wanting to kill and drink Atroskian blood. Finally the music ended and she knelt in the center of the stage and held the sword over her head pointed upwards. “Soon Goddess, soon!” she swore to herself.

 
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After her performance Elexsa was given a meager meal before being led into the Prince’s bedroom. She was kept naked and chained by the ankle to his fireplace until he arrived. It had been a terrible day, she pondered to herself. At times her hands had literally been shaking in her efforts to keep herself restrained while being abused and degraded. Her ordeal from the day wasn’t even over yet as she had obviously been brought to this room for one reason; to pleasure the prince. She looked about the large bedroom. The prince truly had terrible and loud taste in décor. His bed was huge with many multi-colored cushions; foul, sexual artwork littered the walls and a bath filled with sudsy water lay in the corner. Elexsa thought again about Anna and about all the other slaves who lived within the walls of this palace. She herself had only been in bondage for a single week while some of them had been in their chains for years. She cringed upon imagining little Camora ever being subjected to such a horrible place. All the women branded within these walls were once somebody’s little girl.

Later that night the prince had finally entered along with Timar who carried forth some large feathers. It would be his duty to fan the prince while he raped and ravaged Elexsa. She had fallen asleep on the floor but immediately awoke upon hearing them enter. She crawled into a catlike position; her body illuminated by the roaring fire. Timar regarded her in awe as the prince turned to lock his door. He then approached Elexsa and unlocked her from her irons.

“I’ll fix you a drink my dancing girl,” he smiled as he held her chin in his fingers. “You performed quite beautifully.”

The prince possessed an entire cabinet full of spirits and powders that served as intoxicating aphrodisiacs for his various invitees into his bed. He prepared a drink for her as she stood next to him; almost his exact height though completely nude while he was adorned in his many robes. Timar stood to the side, his eyes cast downward as Elexsa looked towards the bed. Soon she would have to fully submit to his advances and allow him to indulge whatever fetish he had in mind upon her. She cringed again at the thought; intense fury building within her heart.

He gave her a half filled glass. “Drink,” he instructed her to which she complied. She recognized the beverage as being a special Atroskian style punch that was known to get women rather enthusiastic and prepared for a night of sin.

“Turn about,” he ordered to which she obediently complied.

“Yes, it’s nice to see an unblemished lower back for once,” he said as he stroked the mounds of her backside.

She had already endured quite enough for one day and she was becoming more and more infuriated by his advances. “Your Excellency, may I ask a question,” she said respectfully.

“You may,” he arrogantly replied.

“Why have I been spared the brand and the mark of this harem?” She inquired.

“That will be revealed to you soon enough Kara and that’s all I wish to say about it.” He approached her and pressed his fat body against hers. Elexsa closed her eyes as he began kissing her neck; enduring the loathsome, perverted tub of lard as he drooled on her.

The prince once again grasped her breasts in his hands and raised them and then watched them bounce back down again and repeated the action over and over while laughing; excited by her large globes. As he began to kiss her she immediately felt his tongue rummaging around inside her own mouth; intruding on her. He squeezed her rear, groped her bosoms and pinched her nipples while she became increasingly outraged before he finally ordered her to lie on her stomach upon his cushions. He swatted her rear as she departed and brought her bountiful, naked and muscled body to the lush sheets and silks.

The prince sat comfortably on a chair that was adjacent to the bed and began to command Elexsa into various lascivious poses. She fumed as he first ordered her to kneel on the cushions facing him with her legs spread and her hands behind her head, her breasts thrust out. After pausing to leer over her he then directed her to take one of her breasts into her hands and lift it while licking it slowly with her tongue. He then told her to crawl on all fours all around the bed before instructing her to lay on her back with her legs split widely. Soon he ordered her to place her head to the cushions and position her backside so that it was raised highly in his direction. Her mind went wild with hatred as he then commanded her to reach back and spread her labia with her two fingers. The lewd poses continued on and on as the prince became more aroused while Elexsa’s passionate desire for revenge grew stronger with each passing moment.

Timar began to fan her as the prince finally stood up and removed his outer robes while Elexsa regarded him. He was truly a repellent sight with nothing but fold upon fold of sagging flab on his chest and stomach. He seemed to almost have bosoms, which were covered with matted hair. He commanded her to lie on her stomach again and as she turned her head forward she felt his sweaty body embrace her from behind; kissing her rear and then on up the small of her back. Even though she had not enjoyed the pleasure of a man in years, whatever fires the aphrodisiac would cause to burn within her; his presence would serve as the antidote. He kissed the back of her neck before flicking his wet tongue inside her ear. She became even more infuriated as her hands began to shake once again.

He grabbed her hips and turned her over; her strong yet feminine body was like a banquet that he could eat to satiate his raging lust. He wasted little time and began licking at her belly and breasts. Elexsa prayed once again to the Goddess as she prepared to be raped. This was truly a sacrifice she was making. If she could endure his carnal desires then very soon she could burn the entire palace to the ground and save future slaves from having to tolerate the foulness of what she was currently undergoing. He licked, kissed, bit and salivated all over her as she lay motionless. In time he was gasping with excitement as he removed his last robe that left his obese body nude. She couldn’t even see his manhood from under the heavy belly that draped over it.

The prince rolled to his back. “Come along, my amazon dancer. Crawl on top of me and dance on my shaft like a good little girl.”

She crawled to him and as a good pleasure slave kissed and licked the flab on his chest before spreading her legs and preparing to mount him. She first had to hold up his flab with her hands to even have access to his member. Her hands felt the thick sticky sweat that resided within the folds of his fat. He was so disgusting; not to mention smelly. As she held up his stomach, she took a deep breath, said a final prayer to the Goddess and eased herself onto him with all the feeling as if she was wading in a filthy, putrid swamp. In her impassioned hatred, she felt his maleness inside of her as he groped at her breasts with his hands; jiggling and bouncing them with delight.

She bobbed her body up and down on him in disgust while trying to look somewhat enthused on the outside. How many women had he robbed of their dignity, how many daughters had he deflowered against their will? How many wives and mothers had he forced to endure his stinking body? Timar continued to wave the feathers which thankfully helped to fan away some of his stench. She continued to endure as he continued to rape her. She kept her mind on her goal as she felt his fingers probe her backside and stroke her intimately as he had done in the throne room. The prayers to the Goddess were no longer working and upon feeling his finger plunge into her anus she finally decided; enough was enough.

His breathing became heavy as she bounced on top of him. He was truly in terrible physical condition as he was now drenched with a thick sweat. She felt along his chest and could tell his heart was racing; gasping as he was getting ready to climax. While he panted she pressed her hand deeper into the center of his chest and realized his heartbeat was somewhat irregular.

She was an expert in the human body as well as an expert in identifying certain key weaknesses. The prince panted even more as he sweated while she arched her body over him in order to further excite him. Very reluctantly she began kissing and licking at him and with each act that she performed he became more aroused and his heart would beat even faster and more irregularly. Elexsa had found his weakness and the prince wasn’t even aware that he was about to leave this world.

She cringed again as he shouted out in passion while she felt him ejaculating his sewage-like seed inside of her. She felt the rhythm of his pulse through his chest and timed his skipped heart beats. As she simulated a scream of ecstasy she pounded her fist into his chest on a key pressure point; his heart beat became even more sporadic. He finished unloading his seed into her warrior woman’s body as she punched his chest in feigned passion once again. He was starting to become disoriented as his heart began palpitating. He tried to pull her off of him but she refused to move. She kept twisting about; crying out in faked orgasm when in reality she was truly appalled. She punched his chest yet again; perfectly timing it with the inconsistencies in his pulse.

The prince began vigorously coughing. “Off with you girl…I…I need..off.” He could barely get the words out as she punched him again. She was murdering him. He tried to call for help but his cries only came out in whisper like wheezes. “Guard…guard,” he hissed pathetically.

Suddenly he looked to her as their eyes met. A cruel smile was spread across her face which he more than recognized. He began to panic as his body became numb, his fingers closing up in his palms. He knew he was dying and he knew that she was killing him; intentionally. She socked his sternum again as his body started convulsing while his breath came out in spasmatic gasps. He looked to her; unable to even speak at all anymore.

She bent over to his ear. Timar heard her murmur something but could not quite make out her words. “Prince Asril,” she whispered. “I know you can still hear me. When you get to hell; tell them that Elexsa from The Order of the Goddess sent you there.” The prince’s eyes widened in terror; his entire body twitching violently. While still rocking on his manhood she raised her fist high over her head and slammed it into his chest. The final breath came from his lips as his heart ceased. His mouth and eyes were frozen wide open; he was dead.

She immediately lifted herself off of his disgusting body as his sagging stomach flopped back over his manhood. She was sickened by the sticky film of sweat that was on her hands and body but more than satisfied by the sight of his corpse lying in the bed where he had violated so many.

Timar looked down in shock; realizing that the prince of the harem league had just died right in front of him. Elexsa turned to him and smiled. She now had the young slave alone in a locked bedroom to do with as she pleased. She needed to know the layout of the palace and where Anna was being kept and she needed to know tonight. She hoped she could bring him to talk through seduction and pleasure. However she was in a foul mood from the day’s events and as desperate as she was for information, she would not rule out other means if necessary.

 
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